"Okay. Thank you, man."

Vernon hung up the phone, wiped his tears, tried to stabilize his mood, and immediately held his phone again, rummaging through Blake's phone.

Resolutely pressed the dial button.

Sirius pushed his sunglasses up and stuck them in his hair, his black hair flowing and supple, making many middle-aged, balding Britons cast envious and hateful looks.

The delicate suit that didn't look like the brand, shiny and with the solid gold cufflinks of the Black family crest—after much thought, Sirius decided to restore the Black family's reputation.

As Zhang and Dumbledore said, it is not the family that decides the person, but the person who determines the family.

Sirius squinted his eyes as he strolled through the streets of London, enjoying the winter sun, he loved Muggles, he loved their sense of vibrancy, everything about Muggles was advancing at a rapid pace.

In just the past ten years, many of their things have been incomprehensible to themselves.

But the wizarding world is like a pool of stagnant water, even a hundred years ago, and now it has not changed much.

"Buzz—"

Blake felt something ringing in his pocket, and he pulled out the gadget rather curiously.

Muggles called this thing the 'Mobile Phone', which was one of Muggles' whims.

He hadn't figured out the mystery for a long time, which was remarkable, even though magic could be stronger, such as a two-way mirror.

But it is absolutely impossible to produce such a large number of products.

By the way, who's going to call me? Ever since he got this thing, he basically hasn't received any phone calls, except for those salesmen who occasionally make a phone call and respectfully recommend their new products.

For example, those luxury goods, those luxury cars

Blake picked up his phone with interest, and his thick eyebrows immediately raised.

Vernon Dursley? What did he call me for.

With doubts, Blake answered the phone, and after only listening to a sentence or two, his face became serious:

"Are you saying that your wife and children are missing, and you suspect that the wizards did it?"

Blake laughed dumbly, wizards specifically kidnap Muggles?

Then he wondered if it was not good to laugh at such a moment, and to be honest, he didn't like the Dursleys, or even hated them.

When he learns that Harry is not having a good time at Dursley's house, he angrily plans to go straight to Dursley's house to teach Dursley some lessons, but in the end Zhang convinces himself.

"There's no need, Sirius."

Yes, not necessarily.

Vernon's voice was pleading: "Mr. Black, I have thought about it for a long time, there is only this one possibility, I will not be wrong. ”

Sirius's eyebrows were twisted together, he still didn't believe that a wizard would kidnap Muggles, still a very nasty Muggle.

Perhaps Sirius didn't speak for a long time, and Vernon's voice was anxious: "Sir, Mr. Black, think about it, if Harry is gone, how would you feel?" ”

Harry? Harry won't be gone, he'll be fine.

Sirius is very confident, whether it is Dumbledore or Zhang, they are extremely reliable figures, how could Harry disappear?

But Vernon's plea moved him with compassion, and Sirius was silent for a moment, but finally agreed:

"Well, I'll keep an eye out, and if there's any news, I'll tell you."

Vernon put down his phone, drove to a remote alley, and knocked on a door as instructed by the old man.

"Papa John introduced me—"

After bluntly finishing the introduction, the eyes in the observation window at the door looked Vernon up and down.

"Come in—"

Vernon followed the man through the normally decorated living room to the backyard, where the leader motioned for him to wait a moment, and after a while, a large man who looked even fatter than Vernon walked slowly over with a doughnut.

He slowly stuffed the doughnut whole into his mouth, and shook his fingers very sloppily:

"Papa John's is your—"

"Captain! I saved him once, and he saved me as well. ”

"Well, he rarely introduces people, and the retail business is not easy to do right now."

The fat man wiped his hand on his pants indifferently, Vernon didn't look like an insider, but who cared, as long as he did the business: "Things are not a problem, but you can come over in a day at the earliest, and the things you want are more difficult to do." ”

Fastest day?

Vernon's beard trembled, and he immediately asked:

"What if I want it now?"

The fat man's eyes narrowed: "Now?" Man, are you buying donuts? I don't know what you're doing with these things, but they're not meant to pose or scare the loud music neighbors upstairs.

This stuff is going to scratch the heads of Scotland Yard and MI5, and I'm going to give up such a safe house.

Do you think it's easy? ”

After a moment of silence, he said slowly:

"Gotta add money!"

At this moment, Vernon's cell phone rang, and the fat man immediately looked at him with extreme vigilance, and his hand slowly touched the position of his lower back.

Vernon waved his hand at him apologetically, picked up his phone and looked at it, his heart couldn't help beating wildly, it was Blake!

After a while, he put down his phone, looked at the fat man with red eyes, slapped his car keys on the table, and took out all the cards on his body:

"I'll add!"

Inside the dungeon

Rodolphus' gloomy eyes scanned the dungeon, and the little wizard who was still shouting immediately closed his mouth, they were keenly aware that the man in front of them was not the same as the professors who thought they were fierce and vicious.

Occasionally, some of the more out-of-the-box lines were also covered by their roommates, and quietly retreated into the shadows.

Rodolphus seemed very pleased with his deterrent, and he decided to do something to reward the little wizards.

He beckoned to the Death Eaters behind him and took a long roll of parchment.

"Tut-tut, I didn't expect Hogwarts to degenerate like this." Rodolphus shook his head, as if lamenting the fact that some peanut butter he hated had been mixed into yesterday's dinner.

"Look, look! Hybrids and Mudbloods actually make up more than half of the share—and the great Dark Lord would be sad to find out. ”

His words made the already frightened little wizard even more frightened, and not everyone would care about who was on the first wanted list of the Daily Prophet.

Not everyone knows that Rodolphus Lestrange was an extremely murderous Death Eater.

"Okay, let's have some fun, otherwise it's going to be too boring for such a long time?"

Rodolphus conjured a chair and casually reached out, and immediately behind him a Death Eater rushed over, opening a cell and bringing out the young wizard inside.

The little wizards struggled desperately, but apparently their resistance only provoked the ferocity of the Death Eaters, and after a few hard blows, the little wizards came to Rodolphus trembling.

"Come one by one, what's your name?"

Rodolphus asked nonchalantly, lazily scratching the parchment with his wand.

"Hannah, Hannah Abbott."

The round-faced little girl stammered.

"Someone from the Ebbo family?" Rodolphus raised an eyebrow, and the Death Eater who grabbed her immediately led her to the side, Hannah didn't understand what was happening, but apparently she seemed to have escaped.

Her face was pale, tears were streaming down her face, her chest was heaving violently, and she looked like she might faint at any moment.

"What about you?"

"Susan Boearns"

A look of disgust appeared on Rodolphus's face, but remembering the Dark Lord's request, he waved his hand and asked the little girl to be taken aside.

"Next!"

Malfoy, Hermione and the others looked at this scene nervously, and Ron asked in a low voice:

"What are they doing here?"

"I don't know, but I don't think it's a good thing—" Malfoy's face grew paler as he clung to the railing, remembering that his father had effectively betrayed the Dark Lord.

Will these Death Eaters vent their anger on themselves?

This worry has been haunting his heart, and the distraught brother has little time to think about other things except fear and worry.

Hermione sat in the corner with her knees crossed, unable to do anything without her wand, the clever little witch had already guessed what the Death Eaters were trying to do, but what could it do?

She could only pin all her hopes on Zhang at the moment, hoping that Zhang could find Dumbledore as soon as possible.

At that moment, Rodolphus let out a sudden cry of excitement, and he stood up, grabbed a young wizard's arm, and dragged him vigorously towards the great cauldron.

That's Justin Finchrieri!

Hermione knew that he was the son of a wealthy man who would go to Eton College if he didn't come to Hogwarts.

It was also what the Death Eaters called 'mudbloods'.

Justin was terrified, he struggled desperately, but where could he resist the power of the Rodolphus spell, and with a perverted smile of extreme excitement on his face, he manipulated Justin to fly above the huge cauldron.

"No, it's not fun to throw it in all at once."

Rodolphus adjusted his position, slowly maneuvering Justin's whereabouts, then jerked his legs into the boiling pot.

"Ah!! ————————”

Justin let out a scream like never before, he struggled desperately, tears came out in an instant, he screamed so loudly, so miserable, that all the little wizards couldn't help but tremble, they covered their mouths, desperately suppressed their cries.

Afraid that they would attract the attention of this group of Death Eaters, it was at this moment that they truly understood for the first time what the brutality of the Death Eaters was.

Justin's screams rang out, along with the frantic laughter of Rodolphus and the other Death Eaters, as if they were doing something extremely funny.

Ten years of Azkaban have already distorted their spirits, and only by sinking into darkness more and more can they make 'themselves' stink, even to the point that even the Dementors don't want to swallow.

So these Death Eaters, who fled from Azkaban, have long since become insane.

By the time Rodolphus manipulated Justin to levitate again, his legs were gone, as if they had never existed.

The tremors of the young wizards' bodies had become more and more intense, and even they could hear the chatter of their companions' teeth.

Rodolphus nodded in satisfaction, the Dark Lord's bone broth worked surprisingly well, and although his master's order was to wait for news, as a 'loyal servant', he was revealed more information by his master.

That is, the pure-blooded little wizard tries not to move, if he has to kill, he must control it to less than ten, yes, even Voldemort will think about his future rule.

As for the hybrids, that's casual, and the Mudbloods, whether Voldemort or the Death Eaters, never treated them as human.

Just as Rodolphus wanted to throw the screaming Justin into the crucible to see the effect, he heard an angry shout:

"Enough!"

Hermione Malfoy and Ron in the cell watched in horror as Neville grabbed the railing, and it was he who let out that angry shout.

"Neville—" Ron almost groaned as he squeezed a few words out of his throat, "you're going to them off like this, come back and pretend we didn't do anything." ”

Neville turned around and said slowly with a resolute attitude:

"No, Ron, we can't watch him kill our classmates"

Ron almost burst into tears, "Of course I want to resist, but Neville, we don't even have a wand!" ”

Yes, without a wand, losing it is like having your backbone drained, and these little wizards can't do anything to resist.

"I know," Neville nodded heavily, and he looked at Rodolphus just looking at the place, as if he wanted to throw Justin into the pot and see the effect of the bone broth rather than pull out the indignant little wizard.

Neville took a deep breath and bravely shouted out the words he had been thinking about for a long time, and would definitely make Rodolphus turn his attention to himself:

“Voldemort is a son of a bitch！”

Ron rolled his eyes and almost fainted, as if a muffled thunder had exploded in the middle of the night.

All the young wizards didn't seem to be breathing, and they pressed their faces against the railing in horror, looking in Neville's direction.

Rodolphus was stunned, and then veins bulged on his forehead, and his unprecedented rage made him almost lose his mind:

"Catch him out, I'm going to make him regret coming into this world!"

Neville was led by the collar and tossed in front of the burning cauldron under the young wizard's mournful-like gaze.

He felt everything around him blur, and Rodolphus and his Death Eater teammates kept opening and closing their mouths, as if they were saying something.

But who wants to hear it.

"Neville, what do you want to learn?"

Neville's lips twitched slightly, as if once again answering the master's question:

"I want to learn how to protect people!"

Yes, that's the only way Neville can think of, and among the young wizards who lose their wand and lose any ability to resist, only he still retains some fighting ability.

Maybe because he is very clumsy, and the things taught by the master are always not practiced well, he is very likely to die here.

Maybe Mom and Dad will be grieved by their deaths, and their friends won't be saved by standing up.

Neville looked up at the face that haunted his memory.

But so what?

Just as Mom and Dad will bravely resist Voldemort again, someone has to step up, even if it only takes a little time.

The one who is willing to stand in front of everyone and be the last shield, why can't it be me?

Neville felt his ribcage throb, it was the Longbottom family's blood boiling, and everything around him seemed to become clear again.

He heard Rodolphus Lestrange look at him with a grim gaze like a dead man:

"Before you die, I will allow you to give your name."

Neville's legs were slightly apart, and his eyes became focused and serious, bright and intense.

He reached behind his back, and there, an ancient sword seemed to shine and slowly appeared.

"Qiang ——!"

The blade of the sword was as clear as water, like a cold moonlight pouring out of its scabbard, and Neville stood with his sword in hand.

Tai Chi sword starting style - three rings set of moon.

"Wudang - Neville Longbottom!"

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

The estimate failed, but it still failed to fight

(End of chapter)