Harry Potter and the Old Ones

With the addition of the Auror regular army, the battle quickly came to an end.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the hooded wizards immediately transformed and left.

Gradually, the sound of fighting subsided, and the Roberts family had been rescued by the Aurors and were undergoing treatment and memory erasure.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief——

"The bones reappear!"

A sudden voice broke through the silent night sky.

Then, a huge green shiny thing appeared in the dark night sky.

It suddenly jumped up to the treetops and flew into the sky.

It eventually turned into a huge skeleton, composed of countless turquoise star-like things, with a large python emerging from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

The skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

The Aurors, including other Ministry of Magic workers, looked at each other and immediately started running towards the place where the green smoke flew out.

At the same time, after catching another male wizard wearing a hood, Tiera quietly left the battlefield covered in "darkness", but Tiera did not join Harry, Ron and Hermione. Instead, he quietly ran to the outskirts of the grove and met up with the Weasley twins and Ginny.

"The Dark Lord's Mark!" shouted George Weasley.

When Tiera met them, a huge mark appeared in the sky——

It was the mark of the Dark Lord.

Ginny's face also turned pale.

"Where's Harry?" Ginny asked worriedly, "Where is Harry?"

"Don't worry, Harry will be fine," Tiera said, then shook her head.

Because Ginny still looked worried.

Tiera wasn't sure if Ginny heard his words of comfort, or maybe she did but didn't take it to heart.

after awhile--

Maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty minutes, Tiera saw Arthur Weasley, the father of the Weasley twins, walking out from the edge of the woods with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

But before the Weasley twins could join Ginny, Tiera and Mr. Weasley, a large group of terrified wizards stood between them and Mr. Weasley.

"What's going on over there?"

"Who conjured that mark?"

"Arthur - could it be - him?"

A large group of frightened wizards chirped and asked.

"No! Of course it's not him!" Mr. Weasley said impatiently, "We don't know who it is, it seems they have disapparated... Okay, okay, please give way, give way, Please, I want to go back to sleep.”

He led Harry, Ron and Hermione through the crowd to meet Tiera, the Weasley twins and others, and walked back to the camp together.

When they arrived at their tents, everything around them was quiet, and there were no more shadows of the masked wizards. Only a few destroyed tents were still smoking.

There was a head sticking out of Charlie's tent, and Bill was sitting at the small dining table, holding a sheet over his arm, where blood was pouring out. Charlie's shirt has a big tear, and Percy shows off his bloody nose—

It was obvious that the men in the Weasley family who had fought in the war had suffered varying degrees of injuries.

The whole family is loyal to Weasley.

I don't know why, but this sentence suddenly flashed in Tiera's mind.

"Did you catch them, Dad?" Bill was relieved at first when he saw Mr. Weasley coming back with the others, and then asked with all his face, "Those who conjured that mark?"

"No," said Mr. Weasley, "We discovered that Barty Crouch's house elf had Harry's wand, but who conjured the mark, we have no idea."

"What?" Bill, Charlie and Percy asked almost in unison.

"With Harry's wand?" Fred asked in shock.

"Mr. Crouch's house elf?" Percy asked, sounding equally shocked.

Mr. Weasley, with the help of Harry, Ron and Hermione, told everyone exactly what happened in the woods.

"Where did you go just now?" After finishing speaking, Harry asked with a worried look on his face, "Are you hurt?"

"No, don't worry Harry." Tiera said with a smile, "I'm fine."

Harry seemed relieved.

"I haven't seen it for thirteen years," Mr. Weasley said with lingering fear after explaining. "People are naturally very nervous... It's like seeing the mysterious man again."

"I don't understand," Ron frowned, "I mean... after all, it's just a shadow in mid-air..."

"Ron, every time You-Know-Who and his followers kill someone, they will display the Dark Mark in the air." Mr. Weasley said softly, "The fear it brings... you don't know... you are too young. , imagine that you return home and find the Dark Mark hovering over your house. You know what you will see when you go in..."

Mr. Weasley shuddered, "This... this is... what everyone fears the most... what they fear the most..."

A moment of silence followed.

Tiera looked at the frightened expression on the face of Mr. Weasley who was acting funny and fell into deep thought——

Now he suddenly understood why Voldemort wanted to create the image of himself as a crazy terrorist, because the feeling of being feared and frightened was really good——

This reminded Tiera of the animal anatomy class she took during her master's degree.

Tiera herself is a person who loves animals.

But when he dissected the first white mouse, when he saw the white mouse being held in his hand, screaming and struggling——

Tiera had to admit that a sense of satisfaction arose in his heart.

Looking blankly at the fearful expression on Mr. Weasley's face, Tiera's fingers twitched involuntarily.

The screams and struggles of the white mouse seemed to appear in Tiera's mind again.

"Alas..." Bill Weasley sighed, then took off the sheet wrapped around his arm, inspected the wound, and said, "No matter who conjured this mark, it did us a disservice tonight. The Death Eaters ran away as soon as they saw it. They apparated one by one in a hurry, and we didn't have time to get close to them and remove the masks from their faces. Fortunately, we caught the Roberts family and didn't let them go. They hit the ground. Now their memories are being modified."

"Death Eaters?" Harry asked, "What are Death Eaters?"

"That's what the followers of You-Know-Who call themselves," Bill said. "I think we saw the remnants of them tonight, and I don't know why they weren't imprisoned in Azkaban."

"We can't prove it was them, Bill," said Mr. Weasley, "but it's very possible."

Mr. Weasley sighed helplessly, and then said:

"Okay, you go back to sleep quickly. This is not something you can worry about."