The Patriarchs will judge the guilty.

Poor Fred kept replaying this phrase in his head as he was led to the place called Mermaid Cave.

The ancestors refer to the ancestors of the mermaid, right? This guilt should be according to the mermaid's standards, right? Fred's head was spinning fast, repeating all the **** he'd done over and over again in his head—I shouldn't have committed any crime.

Hiding Percy's socks, stealing the biting teacup that Dad seized, the previous **** deal on the Muggle school bus, that sneaky deal was still fresh in Fred's memory, and then the screeching alarm bells rang in his ears , to help wanted criminals escape from the police—even though it turns out to be a woman who deserves to be helped...

Oh, and the dragons at Gringotts, the fireworks in the sky, that's a big deal... there's a hot spring hotel adventure, but that shouldn't count as a crime... right?

Fred's cold sweat melted into the lake, and when he thought about it carefully, his experience was really rich. He glanced at Tatum, who was holding him next to him, and tried to talk, "Mermaid Warrior, what kind of experience do you have in your mermaid clan?" Will sin enter this mermaid hole?" Of course, there was still a string of bubbles when he opened his mouth.

Tatum glanced at Fred, "Human cub, I proposed to let you enter the mermaid cave to help you, because I don't think the peace agreement with Hogwarts should be torn up, you don't need to worry about your own safety, Only those who are truly unpardonable will be sanctioned by Mermaid Cave, not children like you."

Fred rubbed his head, "Then what is the real unpardonable person?"

Tatum really thought about it for a while, "We really don't know about this, but I still remember that the one who failed the test last time was Katu who stole the neighbor's eggs, and he ran out of the mermaid hole in a daze , died not long after."

"Okay, here we are!" Tatum patted Fred on the shoulder, not noticing that Fred's eyes were already a little distracted, he pointed to a huge dark cave at the bottom of the lake, "This is the Mermaid Cave, go , be brave, don't be afraid."

How can this not be scary? Fred still remembered that the effective time of the gill grass was running out, and he couldn't delay any longer, so he braced himself and swam into the cave in fear, not knowing what was waiting for him in front of him.

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"Where is the man you caught?"

The mermaid lady Seilia heard someone asking herself in a daze, and she found that her eyes were blindfolded and the fish's tail was tied to something.

She began to struggle, not knowing how she became like this, "Sting," she felt her fish tail being cut open, and the blood kept dissipating in the lake, the voice sounded again, " Tell me, where did the person you captured go?"

"If you don't say anything else, we'll eat you like a grilled fish!" This is another male voice full of air, which sounds angry, but obviously lacks momentum, at least to Seilia's ears.

Seilia's mouth was tightly shut, and then she felt someone approaching her, and that person smelled disgustingly licorice.

"I'm learning to cook..." The scary female voice started to say something strange to her ear, "I've eaten a lot of delicious food recently, let me tell you carefully?"

Celia shook her head, but it didn't help.

"I have eaten stewed mermaid with candied dates, crispy eel from Black Lake, and fried mermaid with pancakes. Oh, these are all daily side dishes. There are also boiled mermaid with spring onion, mermaid in pot stickers, and boiled mermaid in pot. The names are delicious, right? I also want to try braised mermaid, steamed mermaid, and sweet and sour mermaid... If you want to talk about this sweet and sour mermaid, you have to start with peeling and marinating the mermaid for seven hours, and then scalding it with boiling water..."

"I said! Don't read it—" Seilia was ready to speak when he heard the pancake fry the mermaid, "That man went to the mermaid cave! Follow the path behind the statue in the square—Tatum took him Go! Don't eat me!"

"Hmph, heh," Anna smirked a few times, winked at George, and then knocked Seilia unconscious with a fist.

The two quickly left Seilia's small stone dwelling, picked up the water plants in her yard to cover up their figures, and swam towards the statue in the square.

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At this time, Fred had already swam a certain distance while holding on to the stones in the cave. His surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers. Fred began to doubt whether he should continue to move forward. He didn't know what the test was going to be. It's time to be done, and Tatum didn't say much.

"Fred," Fred suddenly heard a familiar voice calling his name.

Fred was stunned for a while, and then excitedly shouted, "George! Hey! I'm here!" But after a long time there was no response, and just as he was about to swim towards the place where the sound came from, he I saw a light suddenly lit up not far away.

George was standing there, but he didn't look like he was eating gill grass. Fred suddenly felt a little strange, "George?"

Strange George walked towards Fred. He was wearing a white lab coat, like those researchers in the Department of Mysteries wear, with a sweater underneath, the kind that Mother Christmas sometimes knits for them. A sweater with the letter F knitted on it.

Why F? Fred was a little puzzled, George is pretending to be me?

As George got closer and closer, Fred realized that this was not the George he was familiar with. The George in front of him was much taller, with an unshaven beard, and looked a lot older. Fred didn't dare to speak for a while, and he forgot Dodging, watching George pass by him, a flash of light, George walked into the distance, Fred was still standing still, holding the rock blankly.

The surrounding scenery changed, and Fred found himself suddenly appearing in his own backyard, a place he was so familiar with.

Fred turned around and looked in the direction where the weird George was walking. It turned out to be a small vegetable field with many strange plants planted there. Ginny's favorite thing to do when she was a child was to pull out the things in it, no matter what it was — But now, there is no vegetable field, replaced by a tombstone.

Whose tombstone is it?

Fred followed George, and he called George a few more times, but George ignored him completely. He wondered in his heart, did George become deaf when he grew up? Fred had noticed that George was missing an ear.

"Harry!?" Fred called out, noticing another familiar face, but he was ignored.

Harry, who was wearing a suit, had a lot of vicissitudes. He was standing not far away, talking to the woman beside him. Fred looked carefully, and the woman looked more and more familiar—

oops! Isn't that Ginny! Her red hair was coiled up high, and her face carried the serious expression of her mother when she was admonishing others.

A female voice sounded hastily.

"We came late, and Ron couldn't find his tie. I just put it away yesterday and put it in the drawer for him. He took it out and looked at it, and it disappeared again. He is always so forgetful. I don't know why. Set a good example for your children..." The grown-up Hermione walked past the stunned Fred.

Wearing a black windbreaker and black high heels, she walked quickly to Ginny and continued to complain about Ron, without stopping for a moment.

Ron followed Hermione, tossing his tie while slowly moving to Harry's side, looked at Hermione helplessly, then at Harry, and sighed with a smile, "She's still the same as before." .”

Harry nodded, patted Ron on the shoulder understandingly, said nothing, and the two fell silent in a tacit understanding.

Fred began to look for himself. He felt that what he saw was ridiculous, especially the fact that George was wearing a research uniform. Didn't he know George's IQ? He looked around with his eyes wide open. He saw Lee Jordan standing in the corner smoking a cigarette, and even Luna squatting on the ground picking up things, but he couldn't find his grown-up self after searching for a long time.

Just when he was getting bored, a woman in a black suit came over. Fred almost didn't recognize her. After looking at her for a long time, he realized that she was a bit like his classmate—the girl named Angelina.

Angelina walked up to George and handed him a bouquet of white flowers, which George silently took.

As soon as Fred clapped his hands, he finally understood why this George looked so strange—he had no expression on his face, like a puppet.

It didn't look like George at all, and Fred didn't think George was at all suitable for such a serious occasion.

"It's all here," came the hoarse voice from George's throat. He looked around, his eyes resting on Harry for a moment, and Harry nodded to him.

"Then let's get started."

Arrived? Fred was taken aback.

Wait, are there still some people missing?

Fred frowned, "Where's Anna?" His heart started beating wildly when he thought of a certain possibility, and he walked around George nervously, plucking up the courage to look at the tombstone.

Fortunately, it's not Anna's tombstone, Fred thought, and after reacting for a while, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the tombstone again.

'Fred Weasley, 1978-1998, he brought us hope, warmth, and countless joys, and now he is on vacation, traveling with angels. '

Fred was silent for a moment, "Huh?" He frowned, and said in a bad tone, "Who wrote this epitaph? There are too many words, it doesn't suit me at all..."

"This is a big joke," Fred began to shuffle, looking irritated, "it's all fake," he muttered, and no one could hear him, so he told himself, "These are all trials in the Mermaid Cave. I have seen them on TV. I know that these trials are all illusions that test one's will."

Fred kept walking forward, "This illusion is too unreasonable, George is too serious, how could Ron be taller than Harry? Hermione's hair is so smooth, UU reading www.uukanshu .com Ginny even wears high heels? How old is she now, and Anna, why isn't she showing up?"

The more Fred spoke, the more angry he became, his voice began to echo, and as the echo became louder and louder, the scene in front of him also rippled, and the scenery of the Burrow that Fred was familiar with gradually disappeared.

Everything returned to darkness, and Fred found that he did not know when he landed on the shore, and now he was walking in a channel full of moisture and humidity.

"Is it really unreasonable?" A deep voice sounded, and then a candle lit up and floated in the air.

The faint light allowed Fred to see what was in front of him. It was a statue, a very delicate statue of a lion. "But this is your destiny, a foreseeable destiny, an unchangeable destiny—don't believe it, I've seen it The future of many."

"That's even more unreasonable," said twelve-year-old Fred, with his arms akimbo, looking fiercely at the lion statue in front of him, and his tone was very bad, "If I commit suicide now, then your so-called unchangeable fate is not Has it changed—when you told me about my fate, this matter has already begun to change!"

"You silly bear statue!" Fred angrily called the lion statue a bear.

The lion statue repeated the words 'unchangeable', and Fred rolled his eyes, "Why are you more shameless than Ron, and become a repeater if you can't say it?"

The statue finally stopped repeating, and suddenly asked a question that seemed strange to Fred, "Who is Anna Lawrence?"

"Why are you asking that?" Fred took two steps back.

"You shouldn't know her."

"You don't care who I know!" Fred, who was in the second year of middle school, yelled.