HP's Remnant

"Lord..." Draco knelt tremblingly beside the Dark Lord, his voice awed and overwhelmed: "I, I don't know how that bloody Potter is so emotionless, I, I just because of him Promising to return the Malfoy family's ancestral home, he reluctantly agreed to allow him to stay at Malfoy Manor, Lord...Lord, please believe..." "Enough, Malfoy." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked at this The little platinum noble, his loyal Potions Master was gone and he needed a reliable replacement, but that was not why he came to Malfoy Manor today.

He knew that the Black family had a kind of magic that could make up for part of the missing soul through an opportunity, and he had borrowed some of it when he was making Horcruxes before.

"Lord..." Draco trembled even more, waiting for the other's order at a loss. "I need you to help me find something..." Voldemort lifted Draco's chin with Harry's slender, bony hand, and a blood-red light shot straight into the other's head. Draco knew that the Dark Lord was using Legilimency on him, and immediately pushed the false memories he had prepared to the mental surface. "Your Lord, just tell me, I will do my best." Draco did not dare to move his chin, and said tremblingly.

"A book, a book that records the highest dark magic of the Black family, and Harry Potter's wand." DarkLord finally let go of little Malfoy's jaw, and said in a bewitching voice: "That book can only be read by the master of the Black family." Understood, including Regulations Black and Harry Potter." "Po...Potter, too?" Draco looked up with an expression of disbelief, but quickly lowered his head again.

"He is the godson of Sirius Black, and after he died, he gave everything Black had to the savior." Voldemort's voice carried vague nostalgia, illusory but seemed to lock your neck in the next second: "Fight hard Do your best to find them, Draco, and you will be rewarded with the highest reward." "Yes, Lord." Draco leaned down and kissed the other's dark robes, but didn't seem to touch them.

"My poor child, Lucius and Narcissa have already been sentenced, haven't they?" Voldemort said lamentingly in an emotionless voice: "I'm sorry." "It's all for the Lord..." Draco replied softly .

"Why are you still kissing that dirty robe!" Harry paced Draco's room angrily, "If I hadn't put my hands behind you, you would have been waiting to come back and vomit!" Draco leaned lazily On the bed, his face was very pale, knowing that it is not an easy thing to lie in front of DarkLord, he was exhausted, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw this stupid Gryffindor lion go into a rage Voice.

"Then why do you think that kissing your hand won't make me want to vomit?" Draco crossed his chest and looked at Harry's troubled face, and stretched his voice, but unexpectedly, the little lion was not tricked today: "Jie Since I've been using your home's body wash and perfume (Draco forced it) for so many days, it's your fault." "..." Draco sighed, and he beckoned him over.

Harry grinned at him, slowly moved over, and sat viciously on his lap. "Tell me, Potter, how did you manage to keep your face in front of the Dark Lord?" Draco sighed again, burying his face in Harry's chest. "Who told you I don't change my face, Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes and ruffled his well-manicured blond hair. "Isn't it?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Of course not. I was almost scared to death during the war." Harry nodded, rubbing his chin on the opponent's head: "I almost wanted to run away, you know, so many Death Eaters, and the Dark Lord, then Many pairs of eyes full of murderous intent are staring at you without blinking." He shuddered: "You know that you have nowhere to escape, and you can't escape, there is nothing more desperate than waiting for death."

"Mione?" Ron returned from the Auror Department to their small but unusually warm little home, but unlike usual, there was no disapproving "Go take a shower!" or "Don't walk in! Watch your feet Ronald !", if the other party is in a good mood, it may be "I'm making dinner, and I'll have veal steak tonight", the room is very quiet, only the sound of his dirty feet falling on the floor, Ron suddenly thought of something, He walked up to the second floor in two steps. In the study where Hermione always stayed, a fluffy-haired girl fell asleep unsteadily. Under her was a book that could scare people to death just by its thickness.

With a helpless wry smile, Ron walked over lightly, slowly picked Hermione up, and then walked carefully to the bedroom. After settling down the little witch who was frowning seriously even in sleep, he He found a note tightly clutched in the opponent's hand.

Pulling out the note with the strongest but gentlest force, yes, Hermione has a good habit of writing it down as soon as she finds something useful.After walking out of the bedroom, Ron opened the note, and inside was Hermione's somewhat scribbled but still beautiful handwriting—"Read?" Ron looked at this very common word in doubt, shrugged, he didn't expect to be able to understand it, Better wait for Hermione to get up and ask her.

Suddenly, the sound of something falling on the ground came from downstairs. Having been an Auror for a year, he immediately became vigilant. After casting the illusion spell, he tiptoed to the place where the sound came from.When I got downstairs, no one was there, and the windows and doors were closed. There was only a small skylight open for the owl to come in and out, but the place where the sound was made was some distance away.

Looking around, something made Ron's eyes widen just as he was about to let his guard down. The blue eyes shone brightly, then dimmed instantly.

"By the way, Potter." Draco walked into the bedroom after taking a shower, and saw Harry sitting cross-legged on the floor, who was flipping through a storybook, and signaled him to speak with an "um" without even raising his eyelids, which made him speak. His veins twitched: "Where's that book?" "What book?" Harry looked up innocently at Malfoy who narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be stupid, it's the Black family's book on black magic." Draco threw the towel on Harry's head, causing the other party to cry out in dissatisfaction, no wonder he tried so many methods but failed. "Uh..." Harry blinked a little guilty, and with his left hand, he quietly removed a black feather stuck to his pants where Draco couldn't see it. "I don't know, it's not your fault?" Harry looked up. "Hehe, when I opened my eyes and found that the things on the bedside table were gone, I had every reason to believe that you did it." Draco laughed, and leaned down to get closer to the other party: "Say, what do you want to do again."

"I really don't know." Harry put on a serious expression, his eyes fixed on Draco. "Looks like I have to make you speak in a different way." Draco said softly, his warm breath blowing on Harry's earlobe.

The time at night always flies so fast, when Harry opened his eyes and found that his whole body was covered with bruises, he cursed softly, the blond man beside him had already left, leaving only a note and A breakfast with a warming spell.

"The Dark Lord held a temporary meeting?" Raising an eyebrow, Harry put the note back on the table resentfully, why did he feel abandoned after a one-night stand... No!Is he crazy?Not a girl!With a flushed face, he picked up the milk and drank it in one gulp. Merlin knew how stiff his movements were.

"By the way, that book..." Harry narrowed his eyes, while Draco was taking a bath last night, he gave that book to Arderitus, although it contained his own soul piece, but there was always a feeling of uneasiness. ...but Draco's place was more dangerous, what if that slicing maniac got interested and came to Malfoy Manor to check it out for himself? The matter of the Malfoys should not be taken lightly, why not write a letter to him to help check the situation?

Looking up at the neat desk, Draco had brought everything here for convenience.

So far, only Draco and Arderitus who gave him part of his life can see himself, but he can already touch most things, yes... horcruxes, what a horcrux, no no, not just like , isn't he a Horcrux... Absorbing the vitality of others is equivalent to resurrection, but there will be no more Harry Potter in the world.

Getting out of bed slowly, although Draco had already cleaned it up, he still felt a little uncomfortable, but the other party was not easy either.Thinking of this, Harry smiled lightly, and soon fell silent again. The prophecy said that it must be Draco who killed him. It stands to reason that if the Dark Lord who was using his body died, he would not be affected, but he underestimated Voldemort Not a wise thing, the other party has probably guessed that the Horcrux that his body is now attached to is the holly wood wand...

Raising his head, Harry closed his eyes, the corner of his mouth was bitter but somehow there was another faint smell of peppermint, the wand was now placed on Arderitus, and the body of the main soul was only an empty shell, and the memories were all in him now , By the way, there are also some feelings that have been regained through little Black's magic... If he really dies, will his real body forget this period of time?If that's the case, will the relationship still exist?Will I still love him?No, obviously before that...

His facial features were all tangled up, Harry grinned dumbly and raised his hand to cover his eyes, oh, he touched something wet, what was he thinking?People can't be so greedy, Harry... You also know that the biggest possibility is that feelings and memories will no longer exist. Isn't it enough to destroy the Dark Lord?With so many extravagant hopes?Do you think you don’t have to pay for so much?You hopeless fellow.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the black-haired youth lay powerlessly on the bed, he was a pathetic bastard.

"Ron?" Hermione woke up rubbing her eyes, waved her wand, and the green number immediately appeared—"Ronald!" The wild-haired witch rushed downstairs furiously, looking at her husband who was struggling with the ingredients: "Why? Won't you wake me up? I slept for a full ten hours!" Ron shook his hands in shock, "But, but Mione, you haven't slept well for a long time..."

"Oh, forget it." Hermione rubbed between her brows helplessly, and looked up at Ron: "What's wrong? You didn't sleep well? Do you have dark circles under your eyes?" "Ah? Probably." Ron suddenly nodded with a dazed expression. Thinking of something, he took out the note from his pocket and handed it to Hermione: "By the way, what does 'Read' mean?"

"Yes! That's it!" Hermione's eyes lit up suddenly, and she took the note excitedly and said, "I know why we can't see the words on that book!" Ron's pupils shrank unnaturally, but soon It was replaced by excitement: "Really? Tell me why?"

"First of all, we all overlooked one thing." Hermione shook the note in her hand arrogantly: "We all focused on how to make us understand the words in the book, but we ignored why Harry could understand the words on it." Maybe it’s not because of the characters, it hasn’t changed, it’s just that the people who read it are wrong.”

Ron watched Hermione talk about his results in high spirits, but his eyelids started to fight, huh?Why is he so sleepy?What did I do to be so sleepy last night... I can't remember...

The author has something to say: Ron may end up doing some amazing things, well, don't be too surprised.

☆、Dinner ([-])