Chapter 162: Stalemate

"The Magic Congress was captured by us, Mr. Garcia."

Phil Garcia was trapped by the surging crowd. The loud noise that symbolized the end of life seemed to suppress the secret mechanism of Marseille, and the big city and small town that had always looked like ghost towns were filled in just half a day. The crowd gradually turned into non-stop waves, and the waves roared around each other, beating out a similar melody. This melody has almost become a commonplace topic in this land for hundreds of years.

free.

Everything that should have come or not has arrived. The roar in the sky was deafening, and the whistles on the ground never stopped. It is also difficult for the messenger in such a complicated environment to deliver the message clearly and accurately to his ears.

It sounded like good news, but the person who sent the message didn't feel very happy either: "There were heavy casualties." The

sea of ​​people was still surging, and a face full of anger and fearlessness swayed in his eyes. He put a ring on his ring finger and pressed it against his face. This ring is entirely jet black and has no decorations. The material is neither gold nor jade. If you look closely, it is clearly made of a strand of hair.

"Their will will not be forgotten." Even a simple action like a pat on the shoulder was extremely difficult in the crowd. He could only focus as much as possible on the face in front of him, which was as young and immature as himself, still turning. Ring, "Are you afraid of death?"

Hesitation and instinctive fear flashed across his face at first, so fast that it made people think it was just an illusion: "Afraid, life is precious, ordinary people are afraid of death," he said frankly He admitted, "But thinking about our common protection, death is not so terrible."

Phil Garcia kissed the ring and made no more unnecessary responses. Without waiting for anyone to react, he jumped onto the roof of a car. The crowd below suddenly became smaller. Only by jumping out from the surging waves can you more intuitively feel the majesty and hidden power of the sea. However, the world is vast, and walking alone is the most conspicuous.

"Our cities always have a duality. Duality breeds division, causing each city to have two completely different sides. As is the case with cities, so is the country. One of the countries is full of ideals and is the nation that previously inhabited this land. Even the ideal country that our ancestors who traveled across the ocean pursued throughout their lives. This country is filled with the juice of prosperity and the honey of equality, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, walk with dignity and dignity, and freely choose their own ideals.

" It wasn't that eye-catching at first. Maybe it was because the voice was too loud to ignore, or maybe the loud tone was too attractive to the noisy crowd. In short, the excited crowd gradually calmed down, so that few people wondered why the expected suppression was happening. It's been a long time coming.

Today's move embodies countless days and nights of painstaking planning and sacrifice.

He also has to live with a person's immortal will, live as much as he can, and preferably see the building collapse.

"The forefathers overcame all obstacles, fought hard to get rid of the oppression of the monarch, and worked hard to break free from the shackles of race. However, the resurgence of the Middle Ages has corroded the fruits and tried to imprison us in another country. The other country is bleak, and power, wealth, and strength have become The ideals imposed on us. I saw the illusory power breaking the backbone of some people and taming them into prostrate lambs with no dignity. I saw more people wandering around in confusion, serving the emptiness of hypocrisy. God, looking for a ladder that does not exist. I see that they still want to use division, whipping, oppression, and inciting evil in people's hearts to make us forget our original dreams and be hung up in the pasture by the power of power."

"Think about the original intention and use it . He thought about the price he would have to pay to gain strength, and the path that his ancestors had arduously opened over the past hundred years to find the lost country of equality and defend our dignity."

He didn't need to say anything more, the crowd just roared again. Will repeat his words, constantly giving more meaning to ordinary and monotonous words.

With the first one standing up, there will be the second and third. He was submerged and floating in the sea of ​​people again, so no one would notice that no matter how he drifted with the tide, he always firmly protected the hair ring in his hand.

The Christmas ball ended with such excitement. She looked at the dance floor from a distance, causing all the light flowing on the dance floor to converge into her eyes: "We are all equally good." No matter how

smooth the hair wrapped around her fingers was, it could not escape the warmth of the interlocking fingers.

She must be happy to see the scene in front of her, but it is a pity that she is sleeping in the cold underground thousands of miles away and can no longer be seen. Along with countless people buried in the night with her, they persevere in imagining the glory of the dawn.

A drop of water rolled down the hair, and was trampled by the crowd and ceased to exist.

"A country of dignity, freedom, and equality." Naturally, such important news cannot be hidden from the leader. The brightly lit conference room is no more than a man-eating den in the eyes of anyone, and breathing slows down and slows down. "They want to imitate the East. The extreme north will once again drag our country into war and internal strife."

This is not an easy word to say. The rest of the people continued to remain silent, not because they were afraid of prestige. Being able to sit in this position, fear was basically reduced to a tool for performance. They were pondering it carefully and quickly dismantling every word. Even if the person sitting in front of him has worked flawlessly as his deputy for a long time, no one dares to easily conclude that he will follow the path of his predecessor.

"Freedom is freedom again. I used this word to cause trouble decades ago and still haven't made any progress after decades. I only know how to repeat this word. I can't see the east or the outside, and I can't even see my own home clearly." The voice that came seemed to be forcibly suppressing anger, "What are they defending for freedom? They just want to roast us on the fire."

The posture was put out, and most of the people quickly appreciated it, a little slowly. It will also be understood through various channels.

This person would rather be confused and reluctant to move forward forcefully. Working with such people at this time is truly a blessing from heaven.

"Massachusetts is the weirdest place. The internal conflicts in other places have not been resolved and nothing major can happen." After clarifying the attitude and position, some people will naturally try to move in one direction. "The murderer still insists on one person taking full responsibility. Let's ask again." I would only say that for the sake of freedom, the most detailed report will be out within an hour, and there will be a press conference..."

It was obviously a routine message, not a particularly conspicuous method, but the man's silence was stronger than they imagined. long.

"I plan to attend the press conference, disclose the schedule of the memorial service, and let our media be ready." The owner of the voice seemed to have not fully adapted to the earth-shaking changes, and was already on the verge of physical and mental exhaustion. "In the afternoon, an emergency meeting will be held to discuss the new bill to be drafted. Meeting. "

Personal emotions are not within the scope of many people's consideration, as long as they are not confused when doing things. It was this passage that confirmed their vague speculation.

Now that the goal was achieved, it was time to say goodbye. After all, the accident was too sudden, and they each had a lot of urgent matters in their hands.

The person at the top was not in a hurry to go out, he closed his eyes and tapped on the table with a leisurely manner that was completely inconsistent with the situation, completely ignoring the roar that was ringing in his ears.

"Barty Crouch Jr., how dare you, how dare you," Viola was trapped in an imaginary space, yelling at the person in front of her, and seemed to be holding back as if she didn't know what to say. For a long time, "Pretending to be a No-Maj..."

Barty Crouch Jr. continued to knock on the table, as if the table was more useful for research than the prisoner in front of him. He hadn't opened his eyes yet: "Ivan can pretend to be a No-Maj and crawl around for decades. , you dare to disobey the old master, what can I not dare to do if the polyjuice potion can solve the problem?"

Viola was unwilling to hit the invisible barrier again, and the wand was taken away, and most of her magic power was cut away. There are several obstacles stacked on top of each other, and the spells are like an insurmountable chasm. Knowing it would be difficult to escape, she simply stuck to him, getting as close to him as possible: "No wonder you and Ivan get along well, you both like being dogs."

She didn't care whether Crouch paid attention to it or not, she had fallen to this point, so she just vented to her heart's content: "You will only end up with him. Lose the Magic Congress, Massachusetts, and destroy Ivan, your good master. How will I punish you Crouch? I remember you haven't been tortured." Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and she laughed exaggeratedly. She no longer needed to cover up, "The only way to regain those two places is to rely on your life. Crouch. Do they care about the life of a dog?"

Barty Crouch finally opened his eyes and glanced at her. With just this glance, she felt as proud as if she had grasped the straw of victory: "The Phoenix led by Dumbledore. The society is also cunning and insidious. You think they are only satisfied with the Magic Congress and Marseilles." She laughed louder and louder while looking at her hands secretly squeezing the corner of the table. "It's too late to report the news now, Crouch, your good master. They are probably still immersed in the joy of acquiring the East. Two stupid lunatics..."

She lay down on the soft carpet, her bloodshot eyes still wide open, and she could no longer speak.

Barty Crouch Jr. slowly stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled formal suit, loosened his tie, expressionlessly picked up the chair and threw it at the body at his feet. His movements were extremely fast. At first, he twisted a few times, but after a few weak bones breaking sounds, there was no more sound. The body that was still intact before was almost stuck together with the head and body after repeated blows.

"I originally wanted to drag her to your grave to deal with it, but it's a shame." Crouch raised his head and backed away. He originally wanted to kick her, but he seemed to be afraid that the effort would be wasted and the shoes would be soiled, so he stopped, "Idiot, even Worse than a dog."

He didn't even bother to look at the people on the ground, and rested his head on the table again, as if he could see some reflection from the smooth tabletop.

"Thank you."

This mixed thank you quickly mixed with the blood and melted with the blood stains.

"Thank you, Malfoy. But I don't want to repeat it. No need."

A stalemate was also going on in the castle. Astoria hugged her knees and sat by the fireplace, staring at the distorted face that could not be hidden in the fire: "If I don't leave, I won't be a coward who runs away."

Draco Malfoy's face was in the firelight His heart flickered for a few times, as if in extreme disbelief, and then a lifetime of acrimony was printed on his face: "You would rather die with the people of Hogwarts than run away!" He raised his voice, The tone was not entirely mocking, "Astoria, if you find out that I'm helping you escape, dad will beat me to death."

"I know," Astoria sniffed and tried her best to keep herself calm. The voice sounded more normal, "So Malfoy, stay in Durmstrang of your dreams, and you don't have to worry about my affairs."

"I am willing to worry about you." I don't know if it was because of the strong fire or other reasons, but he was pale. His face turned red, "If it weren't for that time in the fourth grade..."

It was still a great shame for him to be turned into white glaze and jump up and down in public, and even his voice became stiff: "The Sorting Hat was under the Imperius Curse. Did you get sorted into Slytherin, Astoria? Let me tell you one last time, if you don’t take advantage of this opportunity, you will not survive. They..."

He was extremely scrupulous about this and said vaguely: "They won't let it go. ..."

A stream of clear water gushes out from the wand doused the raging flames, and the charred wood made a final crackle.

The common room had never been so quiet, even the sound of the lake water lapping at the windows was so gentle.

The Black Lake seemed darker than ever, and it seemed as if no sunlight could penetrate it.

The fireworks caught Astoria's eyes, and she couldn't tell what stimulated the tears that kept flowing. She just tried her best to stir the pyre that would never rekindle: "The road is different. I can't let go of my sister. , let alone let dad die in vain." She bit her lip, as if this was enough to resist the unspeakable temptation, "There is no point in running away."