Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Lilia is hiding in an old manor belonging to the Prewett family in France.

The estate was meant to be used as a shelter from the summer, as a residence for the Prewetts when they traveled to France, but in reality it was used far more as a safe house than as a summer retreat.

Lilia and Qiwei have lost contact for more than a month.

Qiwei left here and went to England to look for Malfoy. At that time, it was normal. Qiwei would communicate with her through special means and magic every day.

But since he wrote back that Dumbledore had extended an invitation to them... that day passed, and there was no news from Qiwi.

Lilia realized that something happened to Qiwei.

But she should still be safe. This house belongs to the Prewett family, but even Prewett's contemporary owner, Chiwe Prewett, doesn't know the exact location of the house.

They got in and out of this house by relying on the door key passed down by the Prewett family, a real key. The house itself has no door to enter and exit, and it is protected by magic, so they don't know the location of the house.

As a wizard, she is not short of food, at least she and her eldest son in the basement will not starve to death.

But Lilia was still very anxious.

It wasn't until this time that she realized that simply relying on madness and ferocity would not work in the magic world. What happened, how is Qiwei now, where is the enemy, and who is the enemy.

She doesn't know anything.

Even if she could cast the Killing Curse on Muggles without any scruples, so what.

It's not that she has no friends. She graduated from Slytherin College and she also has her own circle of friends, but for so many years, those people either died during the time of the Dark Lord, or went to other countries, or had lost contact with married women. Who to ask for help.

"ah!"

Lilia roared angrily, and knocked the boiling cauldron to the ground as if venting.

"hiss!"

The venom was splashed on the ground, making a corroding sound of gurgling, bubbles burst and formed, corroding the ground instantly into pits.

"Uh, uh hungry!"

It seemed that Lilia's voice was a little louder. There was a bang in the basement, and an indistinct voice came up through the cracks in the floor.

"Shut up!"

Lilia roared frantically.

Everything in front of her bored her.

The basement was quiet.

Lilia, who was panting heavily, felt her ears ringing. In any case, she was already middle-aged, no longer young, and no longer energetic.

Lilia, who had vented, felt much better. She stood in the middle of the room, and suddenly, she frowned slightly.

very quiet.

The surrounding area was indeed very quiet, and the idiot in the basement was quieted down after she yelled at her, but it seemed a little too quiet, and the quietness was a little disturbing.

quiet

"boom!"

The next moment, a bursting burst appeared on the wall beside her. In an instant, the wall cracked, and the air waves, broken stones and various debris mixed together, as if turning into a huge air hammer, hitting hard at her. Lilia, smash her out of thin air.

"Disarm you!"

"The key is flying."

And in this air wave, a powerful disarming spell mixed with the flying spell followed closely.

………………

"Snapped!"

Lilia felt as if her wrist was about to be broken, her whole hand was numb, and the magic wand flew to nowhere.

The explosion came so suddenly that she had no time to prepare for it.

Unsuspecting wizards and ordinary people were no doubt, the air wave blew her up like a leaf, and then smashed her down, she felt that all the bones in her body were broken.

Lilia subconsciously touched her neck, where the port key was hanging, but it was gone now.

Had she had a wand, she would have had a hand or two of magic that would have carried her away quickly, but now not only was the Portkey gone, but the wand was also disarmed.

"Ahem!"

Lilia wiped the blood froth around her mouth, and stood up from the ground.

"Who are you."

she asked weakly.

Enemy, no doubt, maybe someone Kiwi had met before his accident, so who could it be, Dumbledore?

Following the big hole in the wall, a tall figure in a robe walked in, and then more people, accompanied by the sound of clanging metal.

"Charles...Diemo."

said the visitor.

With the light behind her, Lilia couldn't see the other person's face clearly, she could only see a vague outline, which was very strange, but seemed somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, she woke up from the name.

"It's you!"

She struggled to get up.

This name has been in her mind countless times recently, because this guy, this guy is the one who caused her son to be still in St. Mungo's Hospital.

"Boom!"

The next moment, she felt a stabbing pain in her shoulder, and she was pushed back to the ground again.

"is her."

Charles tilted his head and glanced at Lilia below.

Not much different from what the memory saw in the Pensieve last night.

"Fix her."

Putting down the Lionheart scabbard again, Charles motioned for the others who followed him to do it.

Rist, who was following Charles, immediately winked at Andrew who was next to him, but the latter was hesitant and didn't dare to make a move at all.

That's right, Charles didn't come alone, he selected four of the best men from the Knights of Arendelle.

In addition to Rist, there was also Andrew, the ice-cutter who was relatively strong in the battle before, and a small man Joson, Johnny the Quick Sword, who was recommended by Rister.

After training for so long, the Knights have already taken shape, and some talented guys have also begun to emerge.

Although in front of wizards...not to mention wizards like Charles, even a pure blood like Lucius, as long as they can use the Killing Curse, they are not enough to watch.

But Charles still brought them out.

Gain insight, see blood.

Knights can be flocks, and the Charr doesn't count on them to play a key role in the campaign, their only role is to pair with the Winged Monkeys and Poker Legions.

But they cannot be led by sheep. In any case, Shire must cultivate one or two people.

Seeing that Andrew was hesitating, Rist gritted his teeth and took a step forward, ready to draw out his long sword and deal with the witch below by himself.

He has never killed anyone, but at any rate, he is a knight trained in his family, and he has long been prepared for such a thing, which is different from Andrew, a simple ice-cutter.

But before he could pull out the long sword, Shire's Lionheart Sword hit his hilt directly, pushing the long sword back again.

"Please tell me you're kidding me."

Charles looked at Andrew lazily.

"There's nothing to hesitate about."