Chapter 1071 Be with you

  On the way to send the mother and son off the court, Harry met two Muggles with their children.

   After sending them to a safe place, Harry turned back to the court. The werewolf attack came suddenly and retreated very quickly.

  Hermione stood in the middle of the court, looking up at the light ball floating in the air. People around the court looked at it like her, and Hermione was holding Dumbledore’s light extinguisher in her hand.

   "Hermione." Harry called.

  Hermione turned to look at Harry.

  The two looked at each other speechlessly for a moment, and Harry slowly walked towards her, and the two looked at the magical ball of light together.

   "It's useless for me to guard him there. There are other places that need me more." Hermione said grimly, "That's why I'm here."

   "I'm glad you can come." Harry said quietly, "I'm going to the city next, can you be in charge of the stadium?"

   "Me?" she asked incredulously.

   "You are the director of the House Elf Placement Committee. Cleaning and cleaning are what they are good at."

  Hermione came back to her senses.

   "The war has just begun." Harry said, "We need all the power we can use."

   "Okay, Mr. Director." Hermione said with a smile.

  Harry smiled and patted Hermione on the shoulder. "Nice job."

  After speaking, he walked towards Calvin.

  The Anfield stadium uses real grass, with red blood sprinkled on it, and occasionally I can hear depressed sobs.

  Although the human race seemed to be a victory, no one was in the mood to celebrate. This reminded Harry of the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, but it was daylight at the end of the war, and the night was still continuing at this moment.

   "Thank you for your support." Calvin walked over and said to Harry.

   "You don't need to say thank you." Harry said nonchalantly, "What should I do next? Director?"

   Calvin was taken aback.

   "I'm not the director now, just an Auror. What do you want me to do?" Harry said.

   "The werewolves are rampaging in the city. You and Dean Thomas and the group are barricades here."

   "Received, Director."

  Harry didn’t say much, he started looking for Dean everywhere on the court, but unexpectedly saw Blaise Zabini and his group.

  They looked relaxed, drinking beer in their hands, as if they had just played Quidditch, with a smile on their faces, compared to the number of werewolves who hunted them.

  There is no guilt, Blaise and the others are much harsher than Harry. As George said before, all the messy werewolves can’t be arrested and put in jail.

  For those who don’t have a fixed home and even three meals are a problem, it’s even more comfortable to go to prison, and it takes a lot of money to raise them.

  Let them out, the werewolf will continue to do evil, and even bite people everywhere, causing more people to be infected.

  It was the indulgence of the Death Eaters that only so many werewolves appeared, and it was time for them to take charge of their mess, although they didn't think so.

  Harry looked at the console, where the window was broken and there was no one inside, but he knew that the werewolf leader Krum Crouch was inside.

At first he was going to turn off the lights. Later, he hoped that the light would come. Unfortunately, the stadium’s headlights were destroyed by the werewolves. Instead, they were replaced by colored lights that were used to create lighting effects during festivals and concerts. They were so colorful and decorated here. It's like the scene of a large dance party.

   "It's weird." He said a little funny, and continued to look for people on the court, although he himself didn't know why it was funny.

Everyone has a father. For others, they can learn to be that kind of father, or try not to be like him. But for Harry Potter, he There is no such object.

He can only learn about his parents’ past from the words of others, guessing what kind of person they are. Remus and Sirius let Harry see the good side of James, and Severus Snape let him Saw the bad side of James Potter.

   is like two sides of a coin.

  Before the start of the game, the referee toss a coin to determine who kicks off first.

  Some things are left to God to decide when people cannot decide.

  At this time, Liverpool’s team song is still playing on the court, "You will never walk alone":

  When you walk through a storm

  Holdyourheaduphigh please hold your head high

  Anddon\'tbeafraidofthedark Don't be afraid of the dark

  Attheendofthestorm at the end of the storm

  There\'sagoldensky is a golden sky

  Your dream may be shattered, but as long as you move forward with the hope in your heart, you will never walk alone.

  You will never walk alone...

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   "I don't want to die alone, pastor."

  Joseph, who was meditating, heard a whisper, and he slowly opened his eyes while he was still in the Prince’s Monastery in Bavaria.

   "Who is where?" Joseph asked loudly, but no one answered him.

  So he put his legs down, walked to the table by the window, lit the candle with a match, and the warm candlelight shrouded the dark room in a warm halo.

Sniffing the smell of red phosphorous burning, Joseph became more awake. He shook his head and was about to blow out the candle. An indescribable feeling made his spine chill. He immediately looked back and found that a dark shadow disappeared. Corner.

"We must stop the chaos from expanding and cause greater panic." Joseph heard another person say, "Those mercenaries are like vultures. They yearn for war so they can get more gold coins. We can't let the Grand Duke of Milan do. People appear again."

  Joseph opened his eyes wide.

A silhouette appeared on the wall. A sitting fat man and a standing thin man were talking across a wooden table. There were quill pens on the table, but there was no such thing or this in Joseph’s room. Two people.

   "But, he is our brother..." said a timid voice.

   "Hazel will understand that his sacrifice was to avoid greater sacrifices. It has only been four years since the Cologne War. We can't let Bavaria also ignite the flames of war."

  No one answered him.

   "Jean de Villex has gone mad, but Morem Peter listened to a madman. To interrogate all the nobles on the list, we must prevent it from happening!" The fat man snarled in a low voice.

   "We... do we have to kill Harzer?" the thin man asked.

"The secular court cannot sentence a Benedict monk to death." The fat man took out a small medicine bottle. "Soon Hazel will receive a letter of demotion, and his mood will be very depressed. You add it to him. In the wine."

   "You mean...no, I can't!" The thin man shook his hand and refused.

   "He doesn't feel any pain with this. It's much better than beheading the head. Do you know how painful it is to beheaded?"

  After the fat man finished speaking, his head was separated from his body. Joseph was taken aback, and he woke up from his dream, breathing heavily.

  The candle was not lit, and moonlight poured into the room from the window, everything seemed so quiet.

   "God." Joseph held his rosary in prayer, calming his pounding heartbeat.

  One dance party is over, another dance party will continue to be held, time after time, time after time.

  These **** and the jeweled men and women at the **** will decorate the night to be extraordinarily charming.

Some people yearn for peace, while others yearn for war and purges. When the old nobles of Stavoro are tried and convicted by wizards, their wealth, positions and land will be vacated, so that the "crows" who have been watching them You can get it.

  Those "friends" met at the ball in the past are probably the murderers who stabbed the knife in the back.

  As for why they want to kill them all. Because they are the winners, the winners choose their destiny, "kindness" and "unkind" are just a matter of thought, and the losers are only eligible to be manipulated.

  If you don’t want to die alone, drag everyone to **** together. Just like Wilkes did, confessed and provided a long list, so that he would not have to die if he was bound to die.

  And those male aristocrats who have been falsely accused cannot vindicate themselves. Without the "help" of their friends, they will also become victims of the "witch hunt".

  So is it necessary for Harzer to die? After all, he once stood on the side of the chief prosecutor. In order to keep his position as the abbot, he had to put on trial all the nobles who participated in the wizard assembly.

  The storm is over. If the plane to pick him up will come, it will be these two days.

  Joseph knelt and prayed. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in the backcountry of Montenegro.

  In contrast, he prefers to stay in the crisis-ridden Bavaria, even if there are all kinds of conspiracies.

  (End of this chapter)