hp: D on the left and G on the right, am I the savior?

Just as Suning cast the Patronus Charm, in an office converted from a cage on Nightmare Island, the three remaining Aurors, Edwin Locke, Clifford Taylor and Gerard Clarke, raised their heads almost at the same time.

Edwin Locke suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted nervously:

"Oh no, someone is invading!"

While quickly taking out his wand, he cast his gaze towards the other two colleagues beside him, his eyes revealing obvious uneasiness and anxiety:

"What should we do now? Should we request support immediately?"

However, facing Edwin Locke's panic, Clifford Taylor just squinted his eyes slowly and looked out through the small window behind him.

After a moment, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said sarcastically:

"Look how scared you are. Why are you rushing in with your wand? How much money do you have to fight so hard?"

"What a newbie who has never seen the world."

After saying this, he turned to look at his old partner, Gerard Clark, and continued:

"Hey, look outside!"

"Oh my god, a huge white tornado appeared! What kind of magic is this?!"

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before!”

Edwin Locke:.............Double standards!

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, it should be the Patronus Charm."

Hearing Clifford Taylor's words, Gerard Clark couldn't help but be attracted. He quickly walked to the small window and looked out.

I saw that the scene outside the window was completely occupied by white, and it seemed that only this vast expanse of white existed between heaven and earth.

Occasionally, a few streaks of black would emerge, but only for a moment, and then they would be quickly submerged in the surging white tide like drops of water falling into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

However, even with such a thrilling "battle"-like scene before his eyes, Gerard Clark still appeared exceptionally calm and composed.

He sat back in his seat, crossed his legs, and held a beautifully crafted white teacup steadily in his hands.

He first lowered his head slightly, took a sip of the steaming hot tea in the cup, and felt the fragrance spreading on the tip of his tongue.

Then, he raised his head slowly and responded in a leisurely tone:

"I saw the guardian angel in the white storm, it was... a goshawk"

Clifford Taylor on the side couldn't help smacking his lips after hearing this:

"As long as it's not something done by those damned Death Eaters or evil dark wizards."

Clifford Taylor stared out the window and sighed again:

"This is the first time in my life that I have witnessed such a powerful and shocking Patronus Charm!"

"I really don't know which powerful person could perform such amazing magic."

Then, he murmured as if talking to himself:

"Tell me, who could have performed this?"

"Dumbledore?"

"No, no, as we all know, his patron saint is the Phoenix."

"Forsythe?"

“That’s not right…”

"Hiss... Gerard, what do you think?"

Gerard Clarke said lightly:

"None of my business"

As if he felt that he had spoken too harshly, he paused and then added:

"The one who can cast the Patronus Charm is at least a positive character."

"And it's on such a large scale, he must be a great wizard."

"Ordinary people like us should not get involved. We can ask for support after a while."

"Our prison has been attacked!"

Edwin Locke widened his eyes and looked at his two indifferent colleagues in disbelief.

With a strong sense of responsibility in his heart, he emphasized:

"As Aurors, we should do our duty!"

However, what responded to him was Clifford Taylor's slightly teasing voice and helpless shrug.

Clifford Taylor said slowly:

"Yes, yes. If Azkaban is attacked, those brave and fearless guards will definitely rush out to meet the enemy without flinching. As for the two of us, our strength is limited and we know we cannot defeat them."

"As for you, the young and promising Mr. Edwin Locke, you unfortunately died heroically in order to cover our safe retreat... Tsk, tsk, tsk, how touching!"

After saying this, he shook his head hypocritically.

Then, Clifford Taylor showed a barely perceptible smirk on his face and continued to tease:

"But don't worry, if that happens, I will take good care of your beautiful girlfriend with blond hair and blue eyes. Hehehe, maybe we can create some sparks?"

"Of course, as for your pitiful pension, I will definitely not embezzle a single cent. I promise to send it all to your old mother who lives alone in the Muggle world."

"Well, am I very loyal?"

These words were like a basin of ice-cold water poured down on Edwin Locke's head, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, although his blood was boiling. He was completely stunned.

After a long while, his lips trembled slightly. After a struggle between his conscience and his desires, he dejectedly put down the wand in his hand.

Gerard Clarke listened to the conversation between the two, his expression unchanged, and calmly picked up the magazine on the table that he had flipped through several times.

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At the same time, in a small corner of Nightmare Island

"James, James... No, James!"

The terrified and desperate cries echoed in the air, but were confined to the small cell.

The sound came from the figure curled up in the dark corner, trembling all over.

"…Harry…"

His weak cry was filled with endless pain and confusion.

"It's not me! It's not me!"

The figure shook his head desperately and hugged his body tightly with his hands, as if trying to resist some invisible fear.

Tears welled up from his eyes like a dam breaking, soaking his pale face.

"You stinking rat!"

A roar suddenly rang out, filled with anger and hatred.

Then, his breath weakened, and he groaned weakly again:

"It's not me! It's really not me!"

Time passed minute by minute, and there was dead silence all around, with only the occasional sob breaking the dullness.

In this place shrouded in darkness, it seems that even hope has disappeared.

Suddenly, a white light, like the light before dawn, passed through the stone bars of the cell and gently fell on the figure lying on the ground.

At first, the light seemed so faint, but as it gradually spread, the whole corner was illuminated a little.

Then, a low groan came from the figure. The sound was like a wail of pain, but also a sigh of relief. No one knew what kind of torture this poor man had gone through.

I don’t know how long it was, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours. In any case, when everything finally returned to calm, the figure that had been twitching constantly finally stopped moving.

Slowly, the eyes that had been closed for a long time slowly opened. They were a pair of black eyes, as deep as a bottomless abyss, but burning with a raging fire of hatred, as if it could burn everything in the world to ashes.