Later, Pansi entered the house with the things he bought from a nearby convenience store.

Almost the little witch Li Ke discovered something was wrong. The muggles walking in the building were gone, and the guards in the corridor at the entrance of the stairs disappeared. When she noticed that one of the assistants' long eyes was wearing several protective umbrellas and uniforms, the armed wizard was looking down on the third floor, Pansy couldn't help but hold the things she was holding tightly. Her heartbeat accelerated and then she realized it. The Harris probably were worried that they would be taken by the gods, so they told her that they would act in the middle of the night as a cover. In fact, in order to avoid Ye Changmengduo and their confidence in their strength, they did not plan to wait until the night waited for the guards to relax a little.

Pansy was the person Penelo specifically told to not hurt before the action. The umbrellas also knew that today's action was successful because of the information from the little witch in front of him, so they did not stop it at all. Many people nodded and greeted her, letting the little witch with a confused look in and walked in and act freely.

Pansy walked slowly in, her eyes swept over the corpses that were wide open on the ground, which were her familiar face, and some who were still greeting and joking with him in the morning, now they have become cold corpses. Pansy's heartbeat was drumming beside her eardrums - she also understood another misunderstanding, the umbrellas were not Aurors, and they had no intention of arresting them at all.

But after a little stunned for a moment, Pansy took his heavy legs and accelerated up the steps slightly, gradually speeding up her pace. She was worried about her father and went straight to Renault's house.

Then Pansy noticed Penelo and the wolf mother standing at the door of Renault's house. She ignored the actual class professor and her assistant teacher who were greeting her, but instead looked in from Renault's house. Then she saw Elizabeth leaning over and lying on the ground at a glance. Her hands were straight forward, her head was tilted to the side and her wound behind her neck was exposed. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils had spread, and her blue cheeks were described as being a little distorted, and she was obviously frightened before her death.

This made Pansy lean against the wall with a little weak legs, and the things he bought in his hand rolled all over the floor.

"She is still a child!" An old voice came from a crack in the door diagonally opposite. An old Muggle lady wrapped in a green scarf on her head, wearing a cotton jacket and large frame glasses walked out tremblingly. It seemed that her neck could not bear the weight of the head, Yes, her head drooped to her chest and barely turned toward Penelo, and a harsh voice sounded: "Official! No matter what this annoying family that doesn't have to walk, you should be gentle in the law! But there are children here!"

"We will, ma'am, please go back first when handling the case by the police." Wolf's mother glanced at the old lady Muggle, her voice was cold.

The old lady Muggle looked hard and seemed to want to talk. Before she could speak, she heard a bang. The sound of glass shattering on her door exploded in the ears of the Muggle's ears. The glass fragments scattered everywhere - this made the old lady frightened by the sudden sound and shrunk her neck. She didn't dare to say more. She lowered her head and decided to go back to the room and complained about the violent law enforcement of the police. The old lady clenched her fist on her chest and returned to her room tremblingly.

Mom Wolf looked at the pretty talented student in front of her. She sighed from the information that there was practice between the Death Eaters and the Parkinsons' family. She patted Pansy on the shoulder: "Your father had just accidentally suffered a little injury, but don't worry, the doctor is treating him."

When Pan Xi heard her father was injured, he didn't bother to say anything and nodded to the wolf mother to express his gratitude. In fact, she had basically never seen a real person, and stepped over Elizabeth on the ground with weak legs and staggered into the kitchen. At a glance, she saw her father's hunched body sitting on a wooden dining chair. There was no scar on her body, but she seemed to have exhausted all her energy, her face turned a little blue, and her lips were slumped on the chair without blood.

The doctor was casting his scars with his wand - not sure whether it was to remove the scars or to glue them together.

The whole room was filled with the smell of white moss, which made Pansy, who did not dare to disturb the information, understand a little. The reason for his father's injury was because there was a problem when the Phantom moved and ran away.

Penelo, who followed in, did not speak immediately. She was somewhat embarrassed by this accident - after all, she knew that Pansy had a good relationship with Emily, who would support her at home, and she was also a student at Hogwarts...

So after the doctor took all his wands and replaced them, the female professor walked over and kicked the student's boots with her boots to make her come back to her senses. Then she raised her chin, "With the help of Mr. Parkinson, this operation to encircle the Death Eaters is very successful. The Ministry of Magic will reward you for your father who gave us information."

At this time, Pansy turned his pale face toward Penelo. She understood what Penelo meant, just like Lucius. From then on, his father was whitewashed - but the distant relatives and friends in their family were the price.

Then a few minutes ago, the illusion moved from the stairwell on the top floor of the building to his master's room. Before he could stand firm, the guard Shi Dan shouted in panic.

"Master, no good, protective umbrella..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Stan's words were so scared that they were choked in his throat - someone dared to sit on the sofa with his master on his back.

The man's hair was all white, and even his skin showed an unhealthy pale. The layers of raven feather shawls and black cloaks surrounded his shoulders. The orbs inlaid on his body, which looked like reptiles, turned all over after he came in and stared at him.

This made Stan recognize the other party's identity at once. His hair suddenly stood up on his back, and his whole body felt as if he had been cast a petrified curse - it was Alan Harris, and his hand was swaying on his master's shoulder.

"Screaming and yelling, I don't know how to look like, but I don't see any guests!" Voldemort's body was a little stiff and looked awkward. He scolded angrily, his handsome face ignited, which was terrifying from other places.

Stan's mouth was so shocked that he half opened his mouth. He realized in a flash that his master had been captured and that things could not be saved. The black mist that had not completely disappeared on his body rose from his place again.

The young Voldemort noticed that Alan beside him turned his head and looked at the guard. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a long and thin flame emerged from his mouth. The fierce fire rushed out and ignited into a ball of fire and burned towards Alan. Then his body shook, and black fog replaced him. He also activated the phantom to move and tried to stay away from here.

Then almost instantly, the black mist in the room dissipated, and Stan felt the corpse softer than the underside of his thighs. When his eyes replied, he found that he also sat on the sofa, and like the master he had encountered, he was placed on both sides of Harris, and the white-haired Alan Harris' hands were placed on their shoulders.

Harris' eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth raised, and his expression seemed as relaxed as watching the Quidditch game with two good brothers. The fire that Voldemort spit out in a hurry in the room turned into a giant python. Alan's head leaned back and inhaled a long breath. The fire python above his head turned into a thin rope and penetrated into Alan's nose, and soon disappeared without a trace. Only the hot air still proved what had just happened.

Voldemort, who had returned to a stern sitting position, had a gloomy face and did not speak.

"Are you very brave just now?" Allen put down his arm that was resting on Stan, and a tissue on the table flew into his hands lightly. Allen pressed his nose with a tissue and blew it. "It doesn't matter, I haven't trimmed my nose hair recently."
Chapter completed!