"Ginny" waved her wand, and he had plenty of time to react. A small branch stretched out and easily blocked the spell.

"Give our sister back to us!" Ron's voice was shaking as much as his legs.

Ginny smiled innocently, "That's not how the spell works."

"Didn't Professor Flitwick tell you?"

"Determination, you must be determined. You are so weak, are you going to give me..."

With a snap——

A medicine bottle was thrown at Ginny's feet and smashed open, splashing lavender vapor, followed by a piece of silk coming out from the corner and tightly binding her body.

"In terms of determination, we are--" Fred laughed exaggeratedly and raised his wand.

I haven't finished speaking yet.

With a puff, the silk broke into pieces and countless fragments fell off "Ginny's" body.

“A very good idea.”

"But what about resolution?"

With two whooshes, the branches tied their feet and hung them upside down. Like Percy, the branches pierced their hands and nailed them to the wall.

Ginny reached out her hand to scoop up the water vapor: "Dreamless Sleep Potion. Gryffindor hasn't changed in all these years."

"Where's the brain?"

"You want to kill me with this kind of thing..."

Another spell was fired, but "Ginny" turned her head and easily dodged it.

Ron's hands trembled: "Get out of my sister's body!"

"You're afraid of me." He tilted his head and looked at Ron. The look in his eyes was unfamiliar to him, but very clear, and he couldn't help laughing. "You're very afraid of me."

"Do you know who I am?"

Ron was startled and took two steps back, his voice trembling: "Quick, let go!"

"A kitten with its fur standing up is not a threat." He seemed to have thought of something funny, and he shrugged his shoulders and laughed happily. "It can be easily drowned."

"Now that you know who I am."

"Why do you dare to raise your wand?"

"Besides, your sister is not worth saving. She has told me many little secrets. Do you know which brother she dislikes the most?"

Ron's eyes were blurry, but the answer appeared in his mind almost instantly.

"Bill is the best brother, Charlie is great at Quidditch, and Percy may be a little old-fashioned, but he really cares about his brothers and sisters."

"Although George and Fred like to play pranks, they are best at amusing themselves."

At this point, he paused and drew out his tone greasyly.

"Only Ron."

"This brother is the one she dislikes the most. He is sloppy, lazy, and not that good-looking. He has only one good thing about him, and that is that he is Harry Potter's friend."

“It’s hard to imagine.”

"How could someone like this become a friend of such an outstanding person like Harry Potter?"

Percy struggled and roared: "Shut up, you thing! Ron is..."

He didn't finish his words.

"Ginny" waved her wand and the branch was roughly stuffed into his mouth.

"Anyone can say nice things." His tone was frivolous and not without temptation. "I can also say it right away, Ron, you are the little wizard I admire most in Hogwarts."

"But we all know the truth..."

I couldn't finish my words.

George stiffened his neck, gritted his teeth, shook his head, and threw something over.

"Ginny" raised her wand, a red light shot out, and the object thrown suddenly exploded in the air - khaki smoke rolled out, and the stench rolled violently.

This made her face change suddenly.

"Fainted!"

Ron seized his opportunity, gripped his wand tightly, and cast the spell with determination.

He was not affected by those words.

Another red light suddenly flew out from the corner. Hermione, who was squatting under the table, blushed and whispered a spell in a very low voice. She had always wanted to use a silent spell to launch a sneak attack, but this was a little too difficult for a second-year wizard.

One on the left and one on the right, attacking from both sides.

With a click, "Ginny" waved her wand, and with her armor protecting her, she easily deflected the two spells. She waved her wand again, and a breeze blew away the stench.

"Do you like it, Mr. Tom?" George laughed. "This taste suits your mouth very well."

"Ginny will kill you, this is her body." Fred shook his head.

Two snaps.

The branches hit them hard on the face and then filled their mouths.

"You are very Gryffindor." He said coldly, with no intention of continuing the "greetings". "In that case -"

Wand waved.

The branches stabbed at them.

Hermione chanted a spell and lit the fire, but her magic was suppressed by "Ginny" again, and the orange-yellow flame only surged twice before being completely extinguished.

Ron trembled and tried to fight back with Transfiguration, but one branch pierced his wand and another pierced his palm, carrying him flying and nailing him to the wall.

"I hope Mr. Potter will like my gift." He smiled lightly, and the Auror who was knocked unconscious by the explosion flew into his hands.

"Now it's my turn to enjoy my gift."

"Ginny" raised her wand and pointed it at his forehead.

He muttered obscure, evil whispers, his magic and vitality were stripped away, his flesh and blood withered, his soul disappeared, and an increasingly condensed black aura emanated from Ginny.

Eating normally.

When the last trace of blood disappeared from the Auror's body, he loosened his grip and the corpse fell to the ground with a snap. As fragile as glass, it shattered into pieces.

"Ginny" waved her wand, drawing the blood from the Weasley family, leaving a line of words on the wall, then turned around and crawled out of the cave.

Wait a few minutes.

Harry rushed in first.

The ground was in a mess, but the Weasley family's aura hanging on the wall was still there.

One person died, and his size didn't look like a Hogwarts student.

Hermione crouched under the table, chained by the branches.

And the words written in blood on the wall.

Professor McGonagall followed closely behind. When she saw the scene inside the house, her face darkened. She waved her wand and the branches that nailed the Weasley family to the wall turned into streams of water, which wrapped around them and slowly placed them on the ground.

"That guy, he...he..." She suppressed her throat, trying her best not to let the anger tear her throat, "Where are the other little wizards?"

Percy replied weakly, "I sent them all back to their dormitories. No one else was hurt."

He looked under the table.

Hermione climbed out, still shaking.

"Then this is..." Professor McGonagall stared at the corpse on the ground.

Scrimgeour recognized him immediately. "Britt, a very good Hufflepuff student who has only graduated for three years."

"I know him." Professor McGonagall's voice choked with sobs. "He has a good heart. Those troublemakers in Gryffindor have caused him a lot of trouble."

Snape looked at the words on the wall, his tone cold: "At least there is good news now."

"He can't hide it anymore."

Harry couldn't take his eyes off the line of text.

"Mr. Potter, let's meet in the secret room. You can come alone."

"You should feel how much I can't wait to see you alone. Don't let me down."