Hearing the words of old Mr. Grevis, Mrs. Zabini immediately smiled at Moody.

"Since my father has already said so, the Aurors can't take care of other people's family disputes, Mr. Moody."

Moody frowned tightly, staring at her with his magic eyes, but did not speak.

Inside the courtyard gate, Mr. Graves looked at his father in bewilderment.

"Father?"

Old Mr. Graves ignored him, but said to Mrs. Zabini: "Forget it this time, and don't involve my old man in the future." ”

"Yes, father."

Mrs. Zabini smiled and agreed.

Old Mr. Graves said, "You and your friends may go." ”

Mrs. Zabini did not move.

The other green-robed men didn't move, didn't speak.

"No, father."

Madame Zabini's full red lips curled.

"I'm here to pick up Charles and go home with me."

Her eyes were fixed on Mr. Grevis.

"Honey, let's go."

"You ......"

Mr. Graves' expression was instantly embarrassed.

"What's wrong with me?"

Mrs. Zabini looked puzzled.

Mr. Graves took two deep breaths, "Don't pretend, Zabini, I'm not going to go with you. ”

"Why?"

Mrs. Zabini naturally reddened her eyes and looked affectionate.

"Do you want to abandon me?"

Mr. Graves looked away, "Anyway, your purpose will not succeed. ”

"Are you sure? Charles? Are you sure you want to leave me? ”

“……”

In short, whatever Mr. Graves said, Mrs. Zabini pretended not to understand and continued her performance.

In the end, Mr. Graves simply stopped talking.

Looking at this scene, Scott didn't know what to say.

Milton, who was standing next to Scott, looked even more embarrassed.

Dumbledore and Moody, who were also outside the courtyard gate, were also so embarrassed that they didn't speak.

"Humph!"

Old Mr. Graves snorted coldly, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Don't quarrel with the old man about your business!"

He glared at Mr. Grevis.

"And you, get out of here as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the house, and with a "bang", he slammed the door shut.

"Charles, my father has said so, which means that he will not take you in anymore, and you should get out of here."

Mrs. Zabini said softly to Mr. Graves.

"Whatever you think of our relationship and marriage, I think we need to deal with our private affairs privately, don't you think?"

Mr. Graves ignored her.

He lowered his head and clutched the wand tightly in his hand.

"Not good!"

Just then, Scott suddenly turned around and ran towards the door of the house.

"Divided!"

He waved his wand as he ran, and the invisible magic turned into a sharp blade and slashed towards the wooden gate.

But his attack was blocked.

Dense ancient magic inscriptions appeared on the gate.

"What's going on?"

Mr. Greaves and Milton both came running.

"It's Medea's magic fluctuations."

Scott frowned tightly.

"Suddenly appeared in the house."

"Impossible!" Mr. Graves couldn't believe it, "Apparition is forbidden here!" ”

"Don't forget how I got in."

Scott waved his wand again.

"Gungnir!"

The golden light converged, forming a spear, which pierced directly through the gate.

Scott handed his wand to his left hand, took the spear in his right hand, and with a sharp swing, the door collapsed.

They saw old Mr. Graves still sitting on the couch facing the door, his head bowed, and they couldn't see his expression clearly.

And Medea was standing behind the couch.

"Father!"

Mr. Graves exclaimed.

Old Mr. Graves remained motionless and unresponsive.

"What did you do?" Mr. Graves questioned Medea.

"Nothing."

Medea didn't seem to be in a good mood and her tone was a little impatient.

"Just watched a joke."

Mr. Graves asked, "What did you do to my father?" ”

At this moment, Medea was extremely cold, "Let him suffer the punishment he deserves." ”

Hearing this, Scott shot directly.

The spear broke out of his hand and stabbed straight at Medea.

The golden light flashed away, and Medea's body was directly torn apart, turning into ceramic shards and falling to the ground.

"I've fled ahead of schedule."

Scott had some regrets.

"Father!"

"Grandfather!"

Milton and his son rushed up to old Mr. Greavis and lifted him up on his drooping shoulders.

Mr. Graves reached out and probed his snort.

"It's okay...... He was just unconscious! ”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quick, we must go to St. Mungo as soon as possible!"

He crouched down, trying to carry old Mr. Graves on his back.

"It's useless."

A voice belonging to old Mr. Graves came.

"What?"

Mr. Graves turned his head,

Scott also looked at the landscape painting on the wall, and at this moment, the figure of old Mr. Greivis appeared in the painting.

"It's useless."

The portrait of old Mr. Graves says.

"I'm hopeless."

"Father? What do you mean? Mr. Graves asked.

"She shattered my soul, and that body had become an empty shell," the portrait says. ”

Mr. Grevis's eyes widened, "But...... Obviously still breathing. ”

The portrait says, "It was an illusion, because the soul was broken, but it did not leave the body." ”

"What did she do to you?" Mr. Graves asked.

"She just killed me."

When it comes to his own death, the tone of the portrait is very calm, and his expression is also very calm.

"The one who imprisons the soul is myself."

"Father?"

Mr. Graves looked at the portrait with some dumbfoundedness.

But soon, he became angry again.

He asked aloud, "Why! Why just wouldn't you give her that damn magical item? Is that thing more important than your life? ”

At this moment, the portrait of old Mr. Graves did not look as cold and impersonal as he was, and when he heard Mr. Grevis's questioning, his old face showed a smile instead.

"Because there's no magic item." He said.

"What?"

Both Mr. Graves and Milton looked shocked.

"It's stupid." The portrait laughed, "So far, our family has only been passed down for three generations, how can there be such a powerful magical item. ”

Mr. Graves said, "But...... Everybody says ......"

"Because that's what I sent out on purpose." The portrait said with a smug face.

"You're ......," Mr. Graves said with uncertainty in his tone.

The portrait nodded.

"Yes, in order to deter others, and for the Greaves family to have a better development in the wizarding world, I deliberately inadvertently mentioned that I had a powerful magical item."

"Fake?"

Mr. Graves looked at the portrait in confusion.

"No wonder Slytherin said she just watched a joke that you actually died because of a magic item that didn't exist? What the hell are you thinking? ”

The portrait replied, "I said it for the Graves family." ”

"Why are you reluctant to tell us? Why don't you just admit that you lied in the first place, and why don't you publicly state that we don't have that damn magic item in our house? ”

Mr. Graves gasped.

"You actually gave your life for such a ridiculous reason!"

"It's worth it." "We have to let people know that the Graves aren't without cards," the portrait says. ”

Mr. Graves roared, "But now Slytherin knows!" She knows your lies, and she'll tell his men! Those people might even make you a joke and spread it around! ”

Faced with his anger, the portrait sighed.

"There's no way around it, my original plan was to take this secret to the grave and make everyone think that the magic item really exists."

"Are you ready?" Milton asked in a trembling voice, "You're not prepared to survive?" ”

"That's right."

The portrait looked at Milton with a look in his eyes that was different from that of the real old Mr. Grevis, with kindness.

"I know my house can't hold off Slytherin, and if I die protecting magical items, she won't know the truth, but it's a pity ......"

Scott couldn't help but ask, "Do you know how she got in?" ”

"I don't know." The portrait shook his head, "She suddenly appeared behind me, attacked me with the Imperius Curse, and when she asked the truth, she took my life directly. ”

Scott asked, "Even in this case, you were prepared." ”

"What a sharp child."

The portrait's expression was a little helpless.

"Looks like you see my arrangement."

"Yes......"

Scott looked at the unconscious corpse on the couch with a complicated look.

"You're prepared with both hands."

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Graves and Milton looked at Scott in bewilderment.

Scott looked at the portrait inquiringly.

"There's nothing you can't say." The portrait says, "I'm going to need your help next." ”

That's when Scott told Milton and his son.

"Old Mr. Graves has long been prepared, he has used his corpse and soul as alchemy materials, and wants to leave real hole cards for the Graves family."

"What ......"

Both Mr. Graves and Milton opened their mouths wide.

Scott walked over to the body of old Mr. Grevis.

As he pulled it with his magic power, red lines immediately appeared on the corpse's skin.

"In this way, old Mr. Graves must not have used magic in a long time."

He whispered.

"He carved the magic text on his skin, and stored all the magic power in his body, and of course, the magic text circuit that imprisoned the soul."

"I've been preparing for three years." The portrait says.

"But it's not done," Scott said. ”

"Now there's only one last step left, Charles, take my body to the basement, I've got everything ready, help me with the last step," the portrait says. ”

"No!"

Mr. Graves is clearly difficult to accept.

"Such a thing...... I can't identify with ......"

"What stupidity!" The portrait scolded, "Are you going to let all my hard work go to waste? ”

Mr. Graves shook his head.

Milton stared blankly at the corpse of old Mr. Graves, tears streaming silently.

Scott silently exited the room.

The next thing is really not convenient for him to mix.

Whatever choice Mr. Graves makes, it is a private matter for the Graves family.

He looked out of the courtyard gate.

There was apparently a battle outside the courtyard gate just now.

By this time, the battle was over, and Dumbledore and Moody had captured several of the Greens, including Lady Zabini.

Scott walked to the gate of the courtyard and used his magic power to stimulate the magic text on the door, Scott observed for a while, stretched out his hand and clicked on several nodes of the magic circuit, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Professor, Mr. Moody, Tonks......"

He took the initiative to greet a few people he knew.

"How's it going inside?" Tonks asked.

Scott shook his head, "When I entered, old Mr. Graves had been killed by Medea, who was still possessed by the ceramic doll, and she left before I could do it. ”

Tonks patted him on the shoulder, "It's not your fault. ”

"I know."

Scott didn't think it was his fault.

He looked at Mrs. Zabini, who was under control.

"Excuse me, do you know how Medea ended up in the house?"

Mrs. Zabini laughed and said, "You can guess, boy. ”

"We asked her, but she wouldn't say." "And, her Occlumency, is powerful. ”

"Can you use a truth potion?" Scott asked.

Tonks shrugged his shoulders, "This needs to be approved from above." ”

Mrs. Zabini said, "I have not committed any crime, and it is not lawful to vomit the truth." ”

Everyone looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Zabini had nothing to fear.

"I'm just here to deal with a family dispute, and I just happened to have my father killed, and all of this obviously has nothing to do with me."

Her gaze sparkled across the crowd.

"You can all testify for me, don't you, I didn't do anything......"

Moody directly moved to seal her mouth.

"We need to go in and have a look."

He beckoned and walked into the courtyard with the two Aurors.

But it didn't take long for them to come out.

Moody then led the Aurors to escort the Green-robed men away.

Scott and Dumbledore stayed.

Aside from the death of Mr. Greaves Sr., Scott did not tell Dumbledore about the non-existent magical items and the plans of Mr. Greaves Sr.

Of course, he didn't ask Mr. Graves if he had any intention of following Mr. Grevis's instructions and turning his corpse into the Grevis' hole cards.

Both he and Dumbledore only comforted him.

After Mr. Graves removed his father's body, Scott began to inspect the room inch by inch, trying to figure out how Medea had come in.

In order to prevent Milton from being overly sad, he asked him to look for him and talk to him smoothly.

"Now that I think about it, Mrs. Zabini's performance just now is obviously stalling for time."

"We all thought she was just trying to get away with the Aurors' questioning."

"And she is well aware of your grandfather's character, using his temper to make him close the door on his own."

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