"Avada suo!"

"Armor protection!"

The green curse of death struck the invisible armor with a long echo.

The rain was falling, and the black-robed Death Eaters floated like ghosts in the night, chasing the red-haired woman.

She waved her wand at a rapid pace, firing obstacle and disarming charms, trying to find a way out for herself.

But an anti-illusion disfigurement charm had been set up nearby, and she couldn't escape it. The man in black as the blade effortlessly missed all the spells that came at her, and let out a shrill laugh.

"Stop struggling, giggles."

Death Eater, Bellatrix. Lestrange, taking off her rain-soaked hood, reveals her fair face. Honestly, she was a beautiful person, but her face was distorted by extreme excitement.

"What do I see? A Weasley, a pure-blooded traitor! She snapped her short wand with a curved wand, sending out a red light that nearly hit the red-haired woman.

"And with a child, it must be a Muggle seed!" Her wand trembled slightly, and her fingers were scratched around the red-haired woman's body. "Don't worry, I'll help you cut him out right away!"

"Bellatrix, you're such a madman!"

Vivian. Weasley protected his bulging abdomen with one hand, and with the other he was waving his wand, firing curses in circles.

Vivien is now seven months pregnant, and it is very difficult for her to move. She knew that she might not be able to stand out of the encirclement today, but the child in her womb made her unwilling to be killed like this.

There's one last option.

She silently recited an ancient incantation in her heart, and glanced apologetically at the wand that had accompanied her throughout her life.

"Your days of unscrupulous behavior won't be too long!"

"Speak more, I love to hear the dying curses of you lowly ones."

Bella's laughter was not over, and Vivien's wand made of cypress wood in her hand emitted a blinding flash of light from the core of the unicorn wand, which exploded into countless pieces with a thud.

The dazzling light blinded the eyes of all the Death Eaters, and a few of the weaker ones were even sent flying by the radiant storm of energy. By the time they regained their sight, all that was left of the encirclement was smoky wand fragments.

This ancient spell is capable of transporting the user from mortal danger at the cost of the user's magic, wand, and life.

No matter how furious Bellatrix was, Vivien couldn't hear it. Now she was lying on an island in the middle of a lake with broken wounds, bright red blood soaking through the beige maternity skirt and flowing into a pool of bright red blood under her.

She was not afraid of death, but the child in her womb made her unable to let go. But now she was lying in this uninhabited place, and no one could help her.

Regulus didn't know he had been attacked, and perhaps he was now in danger of protecting himself.

Cousin Arthur knew he was pregnant, but he didn't know who the father of the child was, and he didn't know that he was seriously injured and dying.

And the long history of the two families of Blake and Weasley against each other, that is a burden on her heart.

Probably, she could no longer protect this child.

Despair consumed the strong mother, and a chill invaded her body. She sobbed twice, mustered all her strength, and recited the farewell psalms in the ancient language.

"On the other side of the lake, there is the steep heights of Slus,

There, on a small green island

The heron flapped its wings and woke up the river rats; ”

Vivien coughed twice, and the bright red blood foamed from her mouth and nose, interrupting the chanting. She wiped the corners of her mouth and continued to sing softly.

"Come, children of men,

Come to the water's edge and into the wilderness

Hand in hand with an elf

There are so many cries in this world, you don't understand. ”

Vivien's vision blurred, and she seemed to see green spots of light pouring out of the land. She thought it was an illusion on the occasion of dying, and didn't care.

"The child with a solemn eye

Walking with us.

He could no longer hear the warmth of the hillside

the immature call of the calf; I can't hear it either

The chirping of the kettle on the stove, the sound

His soul that had been soothed;

I can't hear it either. ”

The green dots of light jumped mischievously, slowly rotating around Vivien, like a brilliant galaxy.

"The rats are bouncing around the box—

for he is coming, the child of men

to the water's edge and to the wilderness

Hand in hand with an elf

There are too many cries in this world, and he doesn't understand it. ”

Dots of light mischievously poured in from her fingertips, and energy completely different from magic began to surge through her body, it was a vigorous vitality.

At the same time, Vivien sensed that her soul was leaving her body, heading to the unknowable beyond.

"My child, as long as he survives..."

Her body began to deform, her bare feet turning into thick roots digging into the earth, wounded skin into rough bark, arms and head and neck into a lush canopy, and the baby in her lower belly buried in the thick trunk.

She understood what was going to happen next, and smiled, the thick branches swaying and rustling.

"My child, your name is, Canopus. Black. ”

Vivien's last voice drifted in the wind, and her selfless mother finally rested.

It wasn't until dawn that the Death Eaters chased them to the island in the middle of the lake. All they saw was a large and beautiful oak tree, standing tall in the morning light.