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Many people did not get off the platform before Voldemort's arrival disturbed the calm on the platform.

The reaction of the wizarding family is almost always quick: the first thing they do when they pick up a child is to take the child and disapparate back home. It's not safe to be outside any longer in this world, the hooded enemy is in the shadows, and it is never wrong to be cautious and low-key.

There are, of course, some pureblood wizard families who can even talk about Voldemort and Death Eaters with pride.

"We're going to meet a very important person this holiday season," Walburga said. Blake said with a demure smile. She lovingly stroked her younger son's hair, turning a blind eye to the impatient look on her older son's face.

"Ready, Regulus?" She said gently, looking encouragingly at her youngest son. "I think you are."

"Yes, mother," said Regulus, nodding his head with a little yearning and certainty, "His lordship is absolutely right, the wizard is supreme, and we should not hide from Muggles... ... It would confine the sorcerer to his own private little world, but the world is so big that every sorcerer should be able to walk in the Sun."

"Well said," said Walburga, nodding approvingly, bending slightly to whisper in his youngest son's ear, "The family is not openly on your side, you know... ... The Noble and pure Blake need not cling to anyone, no matter how important . But we all believe that you have chosen the right path, son, and we are proud of you."

The corners of Regulus' lips curved, and he accepted his mother's compliment with a smile. He became a seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team this year, and over the course of the year he has grown noticeably shorter and firmer. His mother's beautiful face was kind and gentle when she looked at him. Anyone who saw the scene of filial piety should be envious.

Siris, Sardinia, standing closest to them. Blake didn't care. He turned to look at his friend, Remus, and his parents, who were not far away, walking down the platform aisle. Peter's head shook wistfully from side to side, looking funny, not knowing what he was looking at.

Probably looking for the girl he likes. Siris, Sardinia thought nonchalantly. Feeling intensely bored, he began to think about when he would skip home for the summer and go to Jaime's. He regretted not being able to leave with Jaime's family just now.

Anything is better than standing here. Siris, Sardinia looks out and sees Lily, Jaime's crush. Ivans was standing in front of her parents, talking to them, and her hand was tugging. ... Siris, Sardinia frowned and looked at Severus Snape, who was being held by Ivans, thinking it was a good thing he hadn't seen it.

As God is my witness, it's not that he slandered his friend, it's that Jaime's love-making brain is a bit of a pain in the neck.

The change happened at this moment.

The sudden explosion of spells, the horrible smell of black robes, the rapid spread of panic, the stampede of people... Siris, Sardinia was startled and stared at Eli like a shadow . The black man behind Smith, it was almost at first glance that he had been identified; behind him, his mother and younger brother, unperturbed, stepped back, deftly blending themselves into the shadows, quietly watching the chaos and watching.

"Look, Regulus," said Walburga softly, admiringly, "So powerful, so charismatic, so powerful. I think that's the kind of person who can do something that big-it's always the one-of-a-kind heroes who are leading the way."

On the contrary, Regulus hesitated for a moment. He paused before saying, "I thought that in the face of a great cause, everyone should show that they follow and appreciate it, not..."

He looked around, taking in the horror and despair on the faces of the people, and frowned slightly.

"Not so much... Fear and panic."

"Never mind, Regulus," said Walburga disapprovingly, "There are always so many stooges who don't want to move on, no matter what time it is. If you look closely, the really smart people know exactly what their reaction should be.".

Regulus did not speak. He looked the other way and saw his senior, Severus, who was a year older than him. Severus Snape.

The expression on his face was not one of fear, but of unheard-of anxiety.

"Go! Go! Lily! Take Your Parents!" Said Severus Snape eagerly, with a surprisingly quick backhand, he grabbed Lily and was about to run away with her. "That's the Dark Lord! He's not very nice to Muggles. Run out of the platform-"

He tugged at Lily, but did not budge. He turned to look at her in astonishment, only to find her looking anxiously in Voldemort's direction.

"He's so close to Eli!" She said eagerly, her beautiful face full of worry. "Is Eli going to be okay? He's out there alone! We should-"

"He'll be fine!" Severus Snape said irritably, his voice rising uncontrollably. "Can't you see? The Dark Lord wants him! He doesn't have a cut! He's not like you! He's-"

Severus Snape's face twisted a little.

"He has a high status! He has a pure-blood witch background! He can do whatever he wants, Duke Xiao of Qi, but you can't! Hurry up, the Death Eaters will kill Muggles regardless of who their relatives are!"

Lily looked back at him, momentarily stunned. Severus Snape's face was full of eagerness, and the next moment his hand was flung away by Lily.

"Thank you. I know you mean well, Seever," she said hurriedly, her voice short, "You take my parents with you-i have to go to Eli's, and no one can be sure he's safe-penny's still taking the test! She's waiting to see Eli at prom! If something happens to him in front of me, and I run for my life, what do I Tell Penny? I would despise myself!"

"Lily!" Said Severus Snape hastily, reaching for her, but taking nothing. He stood still, hesitating, his face floundering as Lily turned and ran back to Eli in the distance, gritting his teeth and trying to keep up.

Voldemort was gone, and Eli was isolated in the center of the storm, surrounded by an empty eye, as if he were carrying some highly contagious virus.

Lily ran to him, and Severus Snape followed her, and they both gasped, their hearts beating in their throats -- but they never reached their destination, but by the crowd of sudden appearance of the Ministry of Magic Aurors stopped in place. They were sent by the Ministry of Magic to guard the platform today to ensure the Hogwarts Express arrived safely, but they could not be blamed for not responding quickly enough to Voldemort.

Now they had come forward, completely separating Eli from the crowd, pulling away Linda, who was running madly toward him, holding him tight in her arms, terrified that she was about to disapparate. Smith.

"I'm sorry, Madam, but you can't take him home," said the aurors gravely, "He has just come into close contact with Voldemort, who called out his name before he left, and we can't rule out the possibility that he's under a soul-snatching spell -- we need to take him to Saint Mungo."

He lay quietly on his hospital bed in Saint Mungo, his eyes wide open, staring silently at the white ceiling of the ward.

Someone came in, holding something, and swept it back and forth on him-the fourth time today.

I didn't feel much at Hogwarts hospital until I found out that witches use machines like Muggle medicine. On the one hand, they indescribably discriminate against Muggles in spirit. On the other hand, they take Muggles' technological creations and use them to make magical modifications to achieve functions better than Muggle technologies. Then, it becomes a magical alchemical creation, can be used to ridicule the Muggle's stupidity.

That must be Voldemort's thinking, Eli thought impassively. For the first time, it was clear to him that Voldemort's rise to power was not due to the fact that so many witches had been enchanted by him, but rather to the fact that some of his claims were what most witches thought, they hit it off. Voldemort is not a demon born out of thin air, but a negative set of feelings of superiority within each wizard.

This is really quite interesting, it seems that there is some value in conducting research. But Eli now had no strength to think deeply, and he grew numb and tired from the day-to-day examination and cross-examination.

"What did Voldemort say to you?" Someone asked him, for the nineteenth time in as many days.

"Some non-violent co-opting," Eli said calmly, his tone smooth and steady, without even moving his eyes. This was the nineteenth time he had answered the question.

"A child like you..." murmured one of the men of the ministry, she looked at him with distrust. "What do you think attracted this mystery man to you? To come all the way out here to see you, and to be so polite?"

"That's a good question. I'd like to know," Eli said indifferently, covering his slight movement, and finally taking a look at the visitor, "I also want to know if the various departments of the Ministry of Magic will not share the database. Do I have to ask a question over and over again? Forgive me, but your working methods are a little behind."

The staff of the ministry looked embarrassed and slightly offended. He asked a few more tough questions, and Eli answered them listlessly. You Can't blame him for his lack of energy. If you answer the same questions dozens of times over the course of a few days, and everyone still looks at you as if you're not telling the truth, you'll get upset, too, feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

The people in this department didn't ask the answer they wanted. They stared at him sternly for a long time and finally gave up and left. Eli continued to stare at the ceiling of the room, and before long, the door rang again, and someone came in and sat down in front of his bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" Eli asked suddenly, turning to his mother.

"No," Lynda said. Within a few days, Smith said firmly, her cheeks were rapidly sunken and she had lost a great deal of weight and looked extremely haggard. "You have survived this man, my son, very fortunately, very hard."

"That's what I thought," Eli said quietly, his voice a little muffled, "Thank you, mother. You have convinced me that I am a lucky Treme. I did not just follow Voldemort and kill someone. I was captured by the Ministry of Magic and locked up here."

"Eli!" Said Mrs. Smith sadly, "Don't say that about yourself. We all know that's not true-we've all seen it! The ministry is just being safe -- Dumbledore is going from Department to Department for you. He's very opposed to the ministry keeping you in Saint Mungo without any detection. He's made it clear that his students should be free to spend their summer vacation. I don't think the ministry can take much more of his pressure -- they've been coming in quite often today, haven't they? It's the last thing I want to do before I let you go."

"I'm sorry," Eli said in a low voice, taking a deep breath to calm himself, "I don't blame you. I can imagine the trouble... ... If it had been anyone but me, I might have been concerned that Voldemort was onto me unscathed, which is a rare thing, isn't it ? Let us begin to suspect each other, that's what he wants."

It is the Yang scheme that is clearly on the table. Everyone clearly knows it, but there is nothing they can do about it.

"I don't Blame You," Mrs. Smith said softly, clearing her throat nasally, "Don't think about it, think about something else... ... By the way, Penny, your muggle friend, did you have an appointment today She called me at home today, asking about you. I know you have owl correspondence, but it doesn't seem to have come up."

"We..." Eli jerked up. He sat on the bed, stunned for a moment, then slowly lay back down.

"Yes," he whispered, closing his eyes and turning his face away. "I did, but I had to make a mistake."

He thought of Penny's prom, and they talked about it the day before he went home to Hogwarts, and Eli thought about going to the mall downtown the next day, buy a suit that fits. The few days he spent here blurred his sense of time and made him completely forget about it. He felt as if he had chosen not to think about it, for if he did, it would be in spite of himself.

"Did she say anything?" Eli whispered.

"She told you not to worry about it," said Mrs. Smith. "She had other plans.", "She asked me to tell you... ... She's having a good time, just sorry she missed you, and I hope you get out of Saint Mungo soon She also asked me if I could come to the hospital to see you. I told her that the ministry would not allow anyone other than your father and me to visit you. She was disappointed, but she understood."

Eli turned and stared at the ceiling, thinking quietly for a moment.

"Do you think she's telling the truth?" Eli asked her. "She had other plans for me and had a good time."

Mrs. Smith looked at him for a moment and asked, "Do you have an answer in mind?"

Eli was silent. Mrs. Smith reached out and rubbed the top of his hair.

"You can ask her yourself later," she said gently. "It's a shame to miss a special moment, but there's still a long way to go. Don't be stuck here. Move on. Buck up, my little man."