HP Star Shining

Su Xingchen was choked. This guy didn't play by the rules. Normally, shouldn't he be angry? This made her seem unreasonable.

"Haha." Mr. Diggory also came over and smiled at her, "Don't worry, our Ced has always been great. He can handle this little problem. After all, he has always been so good."

"Dad..." Cedric was rarely embarrassed.

"You're right." Su Xingchen replied with a smile, "It's indeed excellent."

"See, Thad, Daddy's right." Mr. Diggory smiled even more broadly at being recognized.

Su Xingchen suddenly understood Mr. Diggory's overflowing sense of pride. As a father, it would be hard not to be proud of a son with such excellent character and ability.

Cedric smiled, obviously very pleased with the compliment from the little girl. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.

Su Xingchen didn't understand.

"Wipe it." Cedric pointed to his face.

"Oh, thank you." She took the handkerchief and wiped it on her face. The light blue handkerchief was immediately covered with shit yellow.

Su Xingchen was petrified, so she was just jumping around here with this face?

"Haha." She laughed awkwardly and quickly stuffed the handkerchief into her coat pocket. "Um... I'll compensate you with a new one later." After saying that, she immediately turned on one leg and shouted, "Hermione, come and help me!"

Someone who felt that he had lost face jumped very fast on one leg with the support of Hermione and Harry, and his injured foot touched the ground from time to time, "Hiss, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Ron followed behind and kept muttering, "Xingchen, walk slower."

"She's the girl you mentioned, isn't she?" Mr. Diggory laughed, thinking that the little girl was quite interesting.

Most importantly, he has good vision.

"That's right." Cedric looked at the figure getting farther and farther away and laughed from the bottom of his heart, "It's her."

Mr. Diggory patted him on the shoulder with a cheerful look on his face.

On their way back to the camp, the four met Mr. Weasley who came to pick them up.

The camp was now completely quiet. Except for a few tents still smoking, there was no sign of the hooded and masked wizards.

"Dad, what's going on?" Charlie poked his head out of the boy's tent. "George, Fred, and Ginny came back a long time ago. How many of them are there?"

"Something happened, and I brought them back," said Mr. Weasley, and he went into the tent. The four of them followed him in.

Bill sat at the dinette table, his arm covered with a sheet as blood streamed from it. Charlie's shirt was ripped, and Percy was showing off his bloody nose.

George, Fred, and Ginny were all safe and sound, though looking shaken.

Su Xingchen's heart sank. Just as she had guessed, there were not no casualties. Everything she had seen and knew was embellished.

Of course, there is no death. But this is just the beginning.

Harry and Hermione helped her to another chair at the small dining table, next to Bill. Her condition was not what anyone expected.

"Are you hurt?" Charlie asked.

"It's okay, it's okay." Su Xingchen waved his hands repeatedly, "I just twisted my ankle."

When Bill saw her appearance, he couldn't help laughing.

Su Xingchen glanced at the bed sheet in his hand, the red area of ​​which was still expanding.

Brother, what are you laughing at? You are the best in the show, okay?

"Dad, did you catch him?" Bill looked at Mr. Weasley, "The one who created the Dark Mark."

"No." Mr. Weasley scratched his head irritably. "We found that Winky, Barty Crouch's house-elf, had Harry's wand, but we have no idea who created the Dark Mark."

"What?" Charlie, Bill, and Percy said in unison.

"Harry's wand?" asked Fred.

With the help of Harry, Ron and Hermione, Mr. Weasley told them what happened in the woods.

So Harry's wand was found by a house elf? No, it was probably Barty Crouch Jr. who found it and conjured the Dark Mark, and then blamed the elf for it.

Su Xingchen vaguely remembered that the father and son had the same name. She had an impression of Barty Crouch after hearing his name, and she was roughly clear about other aspects.

She saw Bill's arm again, thought for a moment, pretended to take the ointment out of her pocket but actually took it out of the storage bracelet and put it on the small dining table and pushed it over. Bill looked over curiously.

"I haven't tried it on a bleeding wound, but it does seem to be very effective. Would you like to give it a try?"

"Thanks." Bill unscrewed the ointment. After he applied it to the wound, Su Xingchen also applied the ointment to his ankle.

About five minutes later, Bill's wound had completely healed, and his ankle, which had been swollen to the size of a steamed bun, had returned to normal.

“It really works,” Bill said. “It smells great, too.”

Of course, she had never seen this kind of ointment with a light and refreshing fragrance anywhere else.

It hurts so much that I can't breathe.

Su Xingchen quickly put the ointment into his pocket, as if afraid that certain scenes would happen again.

For example: Didn’t she just take it from Cedric because she was jealous?

Bill, who worked at the bank, was always observant and naturally did not miss any actions that some people thought were not obvious. He suddenly found Ron's friend very interesting. He was sure that if there was anything else here that could heal the wound, she would definitely not take it out.

Wouldn’t you say I’m stingy?

To say I'm generous, well, I don't see that at all.

There are many ointments, but this kind of fragrance is really rare. No wonder girls like it.

Bill was about to make a joke when Ron on the other end became impatient with Hermione and Percy's argument about whether the elves should run away.

"Okay, can someone explain what that skull is?" he yelled. "It's not hurting anyone, so why is everyone making such a fuss?"

"That's You-Know-Who's symbol, Ron," Hermione said before anyone else could speak. "I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts."

"It hasn't been seen in thirteen years," said Mr. Weasley quietly. "People are naturally nervous, as if they've seen You-Know-Who again."

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

"Every time the You-Know-Who and his followers kill someone, they display this pattern in the sky. The fear it brings... you don't understand it, Ron." Mr. Weasley shuddered.

Su Xingchen suddenly thought of the poor administrator's family, "Where are Mr. Roberts and his family?"

"Luckily, we caught them and prevented them from falling," Bill continued. "Their memories are being modified now."

He continued, "As soon as the Death Eaters saw the mark, they quickly Disapparated away. We didn't have time to remove the masks from their faces."

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

He was exposed to so many things that he had never known before that night.