HP monster

According to the agreement, they released a huge Dark Mark into the sky as I said, and captured all passing Muggles and hung them on the trees as a warning.

In a sense, this is indeed more conducive to promoting the horror of the Dark Lord than simply killing people. Between close death and direct death, people are often afraid of the former.

It can be felt that after the arrangement, many people have softened their attitude towards me.

I took this opportunity to leave, blocked all objections on the grounds that "acting alone will not cause too many Aurors", and went to conduct so-called reconnaissance operations to find out how powerful Aurors are today.

I took off the hood that I could tell my identity at a glance, scratched my hair, and started to search blindly in the crowd. My intuition once again helped me a lot, and it made me firmly believe that as long as I walked to the right, I would definitely Harry will be found.

I trust my instincts as much as I trust myself.

This became even more certain when I saw Harry again.

There was still a long distance between us, and I watched him from a distance, passing through the fleeing crowd, but I could still see Harry at a glance.

Harry had grown taller, his baby-fat face now thinner, with slightly prominent cheekbones, but his emerald green eyes and round signature glasses made him look as goofy as ever.

The flickering of the flames made him feel a little illusory.

He was talking to Hermione Granger, and it seemed that he was arguing, but this was not uncommon. With Hermione's character, an argument with her would require a fight to reach a conclusion.

Harry's speech slowed down suddenly.

Hermione's mouth tells me she's asking, "What's wrong."

Harry shook his head in doubt, he looked around blankly, his eyes swept over me, then suddenly turned back, staring at me blankly.

The shape of his mouth clearly spit out the name "Dikas".

I look at him, I can't help but want to laugh, I want to laugh, I want to laugh out loud, laugh out loud, hug Harry, laugh until I cry, laugh until I can't breathe, laugh until I can suffocate, laugh until I can prove that now All are not dreaming.

Harry staggered over from the crowd, rammed hard, threw himself on me, strangled me until I couldn't breathe, and made me and him merge into one entity through hugging.

It seems that there is no need to separate anymore.

The wound was stabbed by Harry's bump, but it was insignificant compared to Harry's.

I even wish it hurt a little bit more, so that I can always remember what it was like to be with Harry.

"I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

Harry's face was wet, he was crying and laughing foolishly, and he was still the same as the little devil at the beginning, which made people feel uneasy.

With my hand on the back of his head, I moved closer to him... He was stunned for a while, then closed his eyes knowingly, and gave me all the initiative, allowing me to bite his lips tightly and open his mouth. Clenching his teeth, frantically sucking his breath, the tip of her tongue intertwined with him, sweeping across his gums, licking every one of his teeth.

Listening to his inaudible panting, it seemed that the sound of fireworks blooming sounded in his brain.

I never knew that it was possible to get such a strong throbbing through the lips of two people.

If Harry hadn't remembered that we were in public, it would have been hard for me to guarantee that I would not do more with my wolfish nature.

The strange pleasure has already passed through a small tent like an electric current to the limbs...

Trying to adjust my breathing, I let go of Harry, smiled and touched his swollen lips again.

"Go back, you've been out for so long, the Weasleys are going to worry."

Harry's smile froze suddenly, "What did you say?"

"I want to go back." I said with unquestionable firmness, "They have made a big move recently, and you have always been their primary target. I want to go back, not only to participate in it but also to get the right. I can't let anyone Threats to you, Harry, you've always known."

"I can face him too! I don't need you to risk your own safety for me!" Harry shouted uncontrollably, "You always treat me as a child, but you are only one year older than me! Did you forget?! I forgot to see mom with you on Christmas, why didn't you remind me! Let me imagine how sad you are when the train is gone, you know how I feel?! I'm going crazy. … I begged Dumbledore to let me go back, let me fly through the Floo, apparate, whatever, but he wouldn't let me, he told me that the one time through the Floo was a special case, and if I missed the train I'd have to wait Go home after this school year!"

Harry grabbed my arm tightly, with all his strength, he gripped me like a pair of iron clamps.

"I have spent two years confessing, anxious and restless, unable to calm down when doing anything, always worrying about where you are now, whether something happened..."

Huge tears rolled down Harry's cheeks and landed on my hands, burning my skin.

"I have been regretting that if I went home with you for Christmas, even if the accident could not be prevented, even if it was very likely to be taken away with you, at least we were together, I could be with you, no matter what I could Help you share...but you have always treated me as a child."

I can't say anything more.

I can't yell out all the thoughts in my heart like Harry, I told him silently in my heart: I am the same, when I heard you met the basilisk and heard you talk about how you survived the danger, I The same worried to death, the same crazy want to rush back to that time to be with you.

In Dikas's life, the scariest thing was not being able to be with Harry.

But I can't give up at this moment.

Letting go of Harry's hand, I assured Harry, "I swear, I'll be back soon, soon."

Harry lost his voice, he lowered his head, and suddenly laughed: "I knew it, no matter what I say, it's useless, I shouldn't always ask for something, you always have your own ideas, maybe I'm not for you It's not that important..."

How could he think so! !

I almost panicked and grabbed Harry's shoulder again: "Harry! Look at me."

He still kept his head down in anger.

I forced him to raise his head, dragged his face with my hands, and stared into his eyes: "The only reason I'm here is because I love you, and I want you to always remember."

I'm very sorry.

I actually told him such things under such circumstances, but I had no choice, I was too stupid, for so long in the past, I enjoyed all the intimate ambiguities with Harry, and I had an unparalleled possessive desire for Harry, even Guess whether he has a child-control tendency towards Harry.

I also never considered it because I love him.

What I want is never now, I want to be able to hold Harry's hand in a long, long time, walk tremblingly with him in the square, listen to old-fashioned radio dramas, and get up together every morning to look for dentures.

What I want is the future.

I can't let myself covet the momentary reunion with Harry now, but then put Harry in a huge crisis and I can only stand dryly and do nothing.

Helping Harry dry his wet face, I kissed him on the cheek and on the forehead with commitment.

"wait me back."

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Both physically and mentally exhausted, I forced myself to walk back and found that they were getting impatient.

Catch Muggles at first, and enjoy them crying when you hang them on a tree, but slowly it becomes stale.

Seeing me coming back, several people came up to greet me immediately: "How about it, are there enough Aurors? Let's kill them for fun."

"You can't kill a few people." I signaled everyone to come over, "I just came and saw that the Aurors are also gathering, they are walking this way, there are about 50 people, 30 of them have just Apparated, there are already people Message to the Ministry of Magic, we should go."

Immediately someone objected: "Assemble together just to wipe out us in one fell swoop, we have never escaped!"

I looked at him, "It's not about escaping, it's a strategy. Dad is preparing for his rise. The death of any of you will make Dad lose a part of his strength. I thought you knew it. Follow my order and go back immediately."

"Yes." Several people answered in unison, using Apparation together with a tacit understanding.

Taking one last look in Harry's direction, and waving my wand, I followed the main force.

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The wound was torn a lot more during the apparation process, and when I finally got out of the disgusting journey and arrived at Malfoy's house, I had become a veritable blood man, with blood everywhere I could see when I looked down.

The old monster was packed back into that box and placed on a high chair that seemed to be at the same height as we were standing.I guess he didn't want to lose face in front of his subordinates, so he had to hide it.

I was the last to come in, and the Death Eaters who got there before me had already stood up in an orderly manner.

"You are injured." The old monster said from the box.

I guess he was looking at us from those little holes?

I stepped forward, getting closer to the box.

"Let me take a look, you are seriously injured..." His wand protruded from the small hole in the box, and he could vaguely see the strangely colored tender flesh that had grown out of him.

I suppressed the panic in my heart and walked forward again, getting very close to him as he wished.

But his heart was beating non-stop, repeatedly recalling whether it was possible for him to know what happened tonight.

A white light suddenly appeared from the tip of his staff, and it rushed towards me——if it was a green light, I would have to recognize it, and I couldn't do any evasive movements.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to know what I've done.

The white light was transmitted along my blood like a beam of warm light, and the injuries I suffered were quickly healed by this spell. When he took back his wand, I was left with what looked like horrible tattered clothes and Thick blood.

Everyone here looked at me in shock.

To be exact, it was looking at the old monster's magic.

His magic power has become stronger. Although it is still a certain distance from his heyday, it is still enough for ordinary people to admire his power.

——This is very different from his previous image of a weak chicken. I finally understood his intention. He was declaring his strength in front of his subordinates in a disguised form, just like letting his subordinates declare in front of Muggles.

It's a regression in another way.

Lucius and Snape were standing not far from me, the shock on their faces was no less than that of the others.

No one except perhaps the old monster knows how he got his power back, as he wished.

The author has something to say:

The gray tone of these chapters is a bit serious. “_” Our ostrich and a little unconfident Dickas is a headache, but we will see Xiaoha again soon XDDD, two grown-up children It's time to get in touch with something [Where did you grow up!