Soul shaping

Madame Maxime was obviously taken aback and took a step back.

"I know where they are." Riddle didn't talk too much nonsense, and went straight to the point, "They are at my father's grave, Riddle Manor."

"Apparition is not allowed here, let's go outside the school." Dumbledore didn't say much, he looked at Madam Maxim, and said in a solemn tone, "Olim, you stay here."

"That won't work, Dumbledore—"

"Someone must stay to maintain order. We can't all leave. Please take care of these two children." Dumbledore shook her hand vigorously, turned and left quickly.

Madam Maxim clenched her fists, her expression fluctuating.She took a long breath, managed to calm down, and turned to look at Hermione and Draco who were standing aside: "I'll take you out."

"Madam Maxim, is the game going to continue?"

"Of course we must continue. Karkaroff's betrayal must not be known to others."

"But sooner or later, Durmstrang's students will find out that their Headmaster is missing! How will that be explained?" Hermione pointed out sharply.

"They will have a new headmaster, this is not something we should intervene in! Or do you think we should tell them now and let them panic? Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?" Madam Maxim's voice was even higher up.

"But...but, something has happened, Madame Maxime!"

"Mr. Granger—"

"We saw someone die, right in the school!"

"What you said is true?!" Mrs. Maxim suddenly pressed the girl's shoulder and stared at her.Hermione hunched her shoulders, startled by the look in her eyes, not knowing how to answer for a moment.They stood there for a moment, a broad warm hand took Hermione's lightly, and Draco came up.

"What she said is true, Madame Maxime. We saw it together." His voice was calm and calming.

Madam Maxim froze for a while, then withdrew her hand and pressed her forehead.

"Please explain to me, what happened here..."

He was flying in the air with his arms outstretched, his long silver hair dancing in the wind.The cold air rubbed against the wrinkled skin, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "How did you know they were there?"

"Harry has a positioning system, and we can know where the other is at any time." Riddle replied briefly.

"How did that locket get into Krum's hands?"

"He also used the 'Shadow Escape' technique, swooping in on Harry from behind and running away."

Dumbledore descends from the sky.After breaking away from Durmstrang's magical force field, it looks like a large abandoned small goods market where it was originally located.Dumbledore turned around on the spot and disappeared in an instant.

His hands were tightly locked behind his back with a binding spell, and he staggered along with them in the barren weeds.A cold wind blew from the dark dry woods and blew into Harry's neckline.He shivered, and the hair on his forehead was sticking to his forehead, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Karkaroff was striding forward in front of his eyes. From time to time, he looked down at the tombstones that had collapsed in the grass, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, he paused and stopped in front of a tombstone.Harry had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he could finally rest, when he saw a red light shoot out from the wand in Karkaroff's hand, piercing the tombstone.He knelt down and took out a small black box from the grave.

"Master, I found it, this is it." Karkaroff whispered.Harry stared dumbfounded as a vague human face emerged from the back of his head, floating eerily in the air like a melted ghost mask.He also saw this scene in the first grade—when Professor Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort.

"Very well...very good, that's it... let's start, you know what to do, Karkaroff." The mouth at the bottom of the face opened and closed like a wriggling hole .

"Yes, master." Karkaroff responded respectfully, he turned and strode towards Harry, grabbed his collar and tied him firmly to a tree.Harry's back hurt from being hit, and his breath was stuck in his throat, which was extremely unbearable.He squinted his eyes and seemed to see Karkaroff setting up a large boiler, billowing white smoke from it.

Harry felt his temples throbbing, the sun hurting him so much.It felt like a person walked in front of him, brushed away the black hair hanging on his neck, made a light cut on his neck, and used a small glass bottle to catch the blood from him.

All senses of touch rushed to the part that was cut, and something kept gushing out, mixed with sweat, flowing on the skin of the body.

"Will he lose blood and die if this continues?" A somewhat joking voice sounded.Harry barely raised his eyes, his vision was shaky, a familiar figure came over and pressed on the small cut in his neck.

"Hiss!" Harry gasped in pain, but the strange feeling of blood flowing out quickly disappeared.Professor Black stood not far away and looked at him coldly, with an inscrutable smile.

"I'm afraid we can't continue." He raised his head, "Someone is coming here."

As soon as the words fell, the tree shadows in the southeast direction shook, and a person appeared in front of them with the rustling sound of branches shaking.Lofty white robes, long silver hair and beard, those blue eyes are always so sharp.

"Dumbledore." Professor Black narrowed his eyes.

"Professor!" Harry couldn't help but yelled.

Dumbledore nodded slightly at Harry. He looked at Karkaroff and Professor Black coldly, and said in a low voice, "It seems that I'm not late this time. You haven't started yet, have you?"

"I originally planned to start right away, but now I have changed my mind temporarily." Professor Black raised his chin, "It would be good to kill you first."

"Then what you want to kill is not just one person." A cold voice sounded behind him, almost instantly, Professor Black bent down to avoid a flying stun spell, he turned around and grabbed the man's ankle, but Caught empty.

At the same time, Dumbledore and Karkaroff also started a duel.Harry couldn't tell whether it was Karkaroff himself or Voldemort's main soul that was manipulating the body. He could only see countless bright lights erupting between the two of them. Long arms of leaves wrap them around.With the howling of the wind, the dark forest was drawn to the two of them by a huge force, and the shaken leaves turned into black ice and swords and swords.

Countless huge shadows collided in the air, shattered into thousands of raindrops and fell in an instant with a loud noise.Harry only felt that the earth was shaking, the sky was falling apart, the end of the world was nothing more than that.All the scenes were turned upside down, shattered and reorganized under the great magical power.Harry stared at the two figures flashing rapidly among the black shadows and light in a daze, and he was almost obsessed with such majestic power, unable to extricate himself from it.

On the other hand, the battle between Riddle and Professor Black seemed to Harry to be an unequal battle.Riddle turned on the incorporeal mode the whole time, and many of Professor Black's spells passed directly through his body.After the latter realized this, he changed his strategy, and many spells were fired at Harry, which caused Riddle to go berserk immediately, and the black magic beams almost flooded the sky without restraint.

But Professor Black seemed to have found some trick. He began to cast all kinds of black magic that could directly burn the soul. The weeds on the ground suddenly sprang up, spreading like black vines, tightly entangled Riddle, and felt the burning pain in his heart. It made his face contort.

Harry's heart throbbed instantly, as if he was the one who was hurt.He struggled angrily, trying to break free from the ropes that bound him tightly, but it was useless except for his skin to be worn out.

"Don't move around for me!" A somewhat annoyed voice suddenly came into his mind, Harry was startled, he looked at Riddle who was still fighting, his eyes were moist.

Suddenly, Riddle suddenly took a step back and disappeared out of thin air.The next moment, he appeared beside Dumbledore, and both of them pointed their wands at Karkaroff.

Red light erupted from the tips of the two staffs, like a rainbow piercing the sky, and hit his chest together.Harry's field of vision was filled with dazzling red, a vast expanse that could not go away for a long time.

He felt a figure rushing towards him, cut off the rope that bound him and pressed him into his arms, followed by the sound of wind and darkness, and a desperate cry through space:

"Harry!"

The author has something to say: the third part is the end of the play.In the next few days, there will be some episodes one after another, there will probably be Bo x Ma, Pu x Ma x Ai, Jex Pu... and the like

Then stop for a few days and then start the fourth part.

☆、Extra: Long Hope

"So many people died today, I can't bury them one by one, but I remember each of their names, and I also remember everyone's birthday..."

His voice was floating, so vague and unreal, as if it was resounding in the sky, from another world.And she was in a trance, her body seemed to be sinking and floating in the winter river, only the warmth flowing through her hair made her indulge.

But at this moment, she just wanted to say, lie.

Why remember everyone's name... He never remembered her name.

With her eyes closed, she listened to the boy's soothing heartbeat, stroking her brow bone again and again, as if staring at the bell in ancient times.

Her birth was also accompanied by bells.The mother said that the moment she was born was exactly twelve o'clock, and the church clock struck twelve slowly. She opened her eyes during the long bell, and uttered the first cry in her life.

They lived in a house very close to the Catholic Church, their father died young, and their mother was a devout Christian.She was dragged by her mother to church since she was a child, standing on the steps of the Gospel Hall and praying quietly.

When she was young, she closed her hands, closed her eyes, and lowered her head slightly.May parents be well.May life be happy.May all be well.

After praying, she opened her eyes, and the daylight shone into her clear pupils through the high dome and stained glass windows.It was there that Alifa saw him for the first time.

Later she often saw him in church.He seemed to be dragged over by another tall boy to worship, always complaining with a disgusted face, chirping some words she couldn't understand, such as "this is something Muggles believe", what "Magic School", what "Durmstrang", a lot of strange things.

She didn't understand at that time, so she asked her mother, but her mother didn't understand either.She was just a devout believer, dedicated her life to God.

It was not until later that Alifa received the acceptance letter from Durmstrang.Lying on the bed, she unfolded the purple letter and read it several times, almost unable to believe it was true.The joy in her heart was about to overflow, she ran to tell her mother excitedly, the beautiful woman looked surprised, but there was a trace of loneliness on her face.

She excitedly embarked on the way to school.On that day, her mother personally sent her to the site.She waved vigorously at her, showing a big smile.

The mother's face gradually faded away, she thought that she could go to the same school as him, she could meet him again, stand closer to him and look at him——

By the way, what's his name?She remembered the tall boy calling his name, it seemed to be...

"Prometheus."

Alifa suddenly raised his head.

The little boy whom she had hidden behind Roman pillars countless times, stood in front of the steps of the Gospel Church, and peered secretly by the stained glass windows stood in front of them with a relaxed smile.

"My name is Prometheus, and I'm your squad leader. By the way, I'm also the new leader of 'Dark Bones'."

There was an uproar in the class, and there were many discussions. Everyone shook their heads and didn't believe what he said.And she just looked at him silently, just like she did when she was a child.She didn't care if what he said was true or not, she just wanted to listen, just like that.

"...When they joined the organization and what they did, I remember clearly. But I can't bury them, and I can't apologize to them."

She shook her head gently in her heart, still wanting to say those two words, to lie.

There was no way he could have known what she had done.He will not know how long she has been looking at him, how she secretly inquired about his course selection, how she pretended to meet him casually and passed by him by chance, how she walked quietly in every window, every corner, every trip looking at him, watching him look at others.

Prometheus' eyes are always easily attracted by beautiful things.He likes to wear nice clothes and jewelry, and he likes pretty girls.

She often saw him laughing and playing with the famous and beautiful girls in the school, and she didn't even care about the other party's relationship with him or whether he belonged to a hostile organization.

So it's impossible for an ordinary girl like myself to attract her attention?

But she just wasn't reconciled... She didn't want to give up, and she didn't want to just keep silent like this.She wanted him to look at her too, just one look.She wanted him to be able to call her by her name, just once.

For this one glance, for this time, how long has she waited, and how long will she wait again?

"Arifa, I think you seem to be different recently...?"

"Why is it different?" She put down her schoolbag and sat on the seat, and asked casually.

"I can't tell... it seems to be more beautiful? By the way, this new hairstyle suits you quite well." Her best friend commented.

She began to receive attention and hints from other people, and even a few boys confessed to her, but these were not what she wanted.She just wanted that person's attention, but she still couldn't get it.

Until that day comes.Even thinking about it now, she still finds it so incredible, as if intoxicated in a dream.

It was the day before the Yule Ball, and she came to the underground casino on duty as usual.Alifa did not find a dance partner, although there were quite a few boys who invited her, but she politely declined.

As soon as she entered the casino, she saw Prometheus sitting alone at the reception table, holding a lollipop in his mouth, shaking his head, as if he was not in a good mood.Alifa quietly stood not far from him, watching his back quietly.

"Maybe girls just like tall boys..." The little boy sighed and bit the lollipop in his mouth.

Alifa was taken aback, why did he say such a thing?Is it because he was rejected by other girls?She thought carefully about the girls he usually hangs out with, it seems that they have indeed found their own dance partners...

In other words, Prometheus doesn't have a partner yet...?The heart beat suddenly and violently, getting louder and faster, out of control.Her hands tightened and loosened, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Boss..." She finally couldn't help but speak.

"Huh?" He turned around.

"That... not all girls like tall boys! I... I have admired the leader for a long time, I-I hope I can be the leader's partner in this ball!" After she finished speaking in a panic, she lowered her head, A blush rose to her neck.

She waited for a while, then quietly raised her head, the little boy was looking at her seriously, his sharp eyes made her scalp tingle.

"You want to be my dance partner?" he asked.

"Yes, it is."

A wide smile spread across Prometheus' face, and he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, and she screamed, blushing even more.

"Great, I have a dance partner too!" He happily jumped off the table, pulled her up and ran outside, "By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Alifa Tut." Alifah replied softly.She felt as if she was in a dream, and she was about to faint with happiness.

when.when.when.when……

"The day is at noon, and the body and soul are gone. Whoever belongs to the hero is better than asking for it."

He turned his back to all living beings, faced the vast light, muttered to himself, and his cloak flew up.

She stood not far from the crowd, looking at him quietly, as always.She is willing to love him for this moment until the end of death.

She saw their enemy enter through the gate, majestic, as if he was the king of justice, and they were ants.But her king was talking and laughing happily with him, but he pulled out his magic wand in an instant, and it was on the verge of firing.

She couldn't remember the blood and chaos that followed. Prometheus stood in front and resisted almost all the attacks, while the others were just looking for opportunities to assist him.

She was pushed aside by the crowd, standing at the edge at a loss, trying to find his small figure, but this time she couldn't even look at him, he was blocked by the tall figures of other people, drowned in the sea of ​​people.

She suddenly panicked, her heart seemed to be grabbed and crushed by a hand.She was afraid that this would be the last time she saw him, everything would be a farewell, and she would not be able to look at him again!

Alifa pushed forward desperately, and said sorry to the people she bumped into in a panic, but they still cursed. She felt so guilty that she was about to fall with a hook.A soft hand grabbed her arm and pulled her up.She looked up and saw Odell's blood-stained smiling face.

Even though her cheeks were dirty, her smile was so gentle and strong.Odell patted her on the shoulder and said softly, "Be brave, Alifa. Go meet the one you love."

Yeah, she's going to meet the one she loves.No matter how far away, no matter how many people stand in the way, she will go to see him, rain or shine.

She finally squeezed to the front of the crowd, but saw a black light shooting out from the tip of Professor Black's staff, piercing towards the person she was thinking of.The dark light swallowed everything, as if it wanted to nail him in time forever.

She rushed forward subconsciously, trying to block the scythe of time with her body.The burning pain instantly enveloped her, leading her to hell without angels.

"Alifa!"

She thought with relief, you finally remember my name.

when.when.when.when……

The bell echoed, ancient and mysterious, as if she had stood on the steps of the Gospel Hall countless times and watched silently, closing her eyes with her hands together, praying devoutly.

May parents be well.May life be happy.May all be well.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear a heavy "dang", echoing around, everything came to an end.

Her life ended with the ringing of bells.

But none of it came true.

☆, Extra Story: Between a Thought

He has never believed in such things as being destined by nature, nor does he believe in God, and he is full of doubts about the so-called fate.

At birth, the family prophet told his father that he would lead them to another extreme.Whether it is heaven or hell, it is in his mind.

Later, he hated this prophecy extremely, and he also hated the prophet. Of course, he even avoided his father who chose to believe in the prophecy and entrusted the heavy responsibility to him in a high-sounding manner.

His family is ancient and corrupt. There were several famous wizards in history, but they gradually declined with the passage of time. Later, a notorious dark wizard appeared, which caused great damage to his vitality, and he could no longer return to its original position.

Maybe his father regarded him as the family's last straw, he thought coldly.But prematurely putting the fate of the family on a child who has not even reached school age will only make him rebellious.

He has shown a strong talent for black magic since he was a child, which did not make his family happy, but caused them extreme panic.They tried to curb his magical abilities by imprisoning him in a room, but this only made the disability in his character worse and made him more violent to hurt other people.

During that time, what he heard most often was his father's roar and his mother's crying. There were broken bottles and jars everywhere in the house. He wore a dark gray cloak and walked through the worn cashmere carpet, his eyes were ashes green.

Later, his father may have given up, and never said a word to him again, and the eyes he looked at him became extremely disappointed, like a collapsed ruin.

Until he was ten years old, he brought a tall boy.He looked several years older than he was, lanky and meticulously groomed from start to finish.

"Prometheus, this is Jetis. From now on, you can go to church with him." The father looked at the boy lovingly, but his eyes turned indifferent for a moment.

Prometheus didn't answer, just glanced at them blankly, and walked past them expressionlessly.

"May God bless your soul." As he passed by his father, he heard the man say this, his tone full of sarcasm.

He hated his father, and he hated everything about him as well.

So, he hates Jetis.

He hated his always cold expression, hated his self-righteous concept, hated his pious expression when he prayed, hated him always obeying his father.

"Get away from me, you're just that old man's running dog!" He yelled at him again and again, unscrupulously venting his resentment and despair on him, mercilessly imposing the power that man imposed on him. The pressure that suffocated him was transferred to him.

He wanted others to feel his pain and his involuntary self. He wanted to see the same brokenness on the boy's stone-like face. This was his greatest malice.

But Jetis still had that suffocatingly calm expression.Prometheus later learned that this was probably what he hated most about him.

Jettis took his bad temper to heart.He never commented on his belittling sarcasm, never seemed to care, but he looked at him so intently that it made Prometheus realize that he was indeed listening, just not speaking.

When Jetis was about to take him to the church for the first time, Prometheus reacted so violently that he almost wrestled with him, although he knew that Jetis couldn't really do anything to him.

"I won't go, I won't go with you! I won't believe in that kind of thing, there is no god in the world, and there is no God! That's something Muggles believe in!"

"I won't make you believe in religion."

"Then I don't want to go either! No one can make me do what I don't want to do!" He shouted at him with all his strength, his vocal cords pulled hoarsely.The boy in front of him looked at him quietly, and he suddenly stepped up and hugged him tightly, pressing his small head against his broad and strong chest.

He froze and struggled quickly, but he hugged him tightly, holding his back to prevent him from breaking free.

"I'm not good at words, I don't know how to comfort you." Jetis whispered, "But my godfather told me that if you encounter any difficulties, make a cross on your chest and say to yourself 'everything will be fine ’, and you’ll feel like you’re really getting better.”

"...that's stupid," he murmured.

Later, he still couldn't hold him back, so he insisted on dragging him to the church.The bells echoed, and the believers sang hymns in unison. They sang praises to the supreme Lord, and everyone showed the same piety on their faces.He felt like a black sheep out of place in a herd of white sheep, trying to escape uncomfortably, but Jetis held him tightly.

"I still think it's something Muggles believe."

"But I'm not a Muggle."

"You're an idiot," he said without thinking.Jetis, as usual, did not respond.

He felt that it wasn't the so-called Christianity--he couldn't remember the name--that had worked, because he still didn't believe in God, and he didn't believe in fate.But his hostility is indeed slowly subsiding, and he swears less.

Maybe it was the soft singing that washed him, he thought.When people cannot communicate with words, singing is the common voice.

But sometimes he feels like nothing has changed.He still hated his father, hated everything that was arranged.

But he's learned to pretend he doesn't care.He imitated the teasing tone of those naughty boys on TV, said some superficial and irrelevant words, and deliberately concealed his true thoughts.He deliberately discussed the beautiful girls passing by on the street with Jetis, laughing unscrupulously, happy like an innocent child.But the latter just looked at him quietly, with a kind of compassion in his eyes.

At that moment, he suddenly had the urge to kill the boy.

His father died when he was in first grade.His mother's letter said that he ate peanut butter, which he didn't know he was allergic to, and died on the spot.

He read the letter several times.The mother wrote at the end, son, if you really don't want to stay in that position, you can give "Dark Bone" to Jetis, and we won't blame you.

Even though she writes that, it doesn't mean Prometheus doesn't know the weight of it. "Dark Bone" has always been controlled by their family, but Jetis is an outsider.His godfather and father were old friends, which is why he respects his father so much, but they are not the same family.Once he handed over the position to Jetis, it would be equivalent to the complete defeat of their family and the loss of their last place.

Is this what the prophet said in one thought?He shook his head.But it is indeed a choice.

Whether he chooses to bear it or give it up, whether he chooses to escape the nightmare since childhood or accept it and even surpass it, this is his choice for himself, and has nothing to do with the family.

He lit a fire and burned the letter.

As if nothing happened, the man did not die, and no one pointed him to another way.He continued to laugh and fight with his classmates, pretending he didn't care about anything.

Business as usual.

He received the man's letter on a sunless morning, the sky was overcast, but it didn't rain.He was sitting in the dining room eating, and Kyle suddenly ran over and handed him a letter, saying that it was placed in the public mailbox of their organization early in the morning.He took it over and took a look, and on the envelope was written "From the leader of 'Dark Bone'".

He read the letter carefully, then calmly folded it and put it back in the envelope.Kyle looked at him anxiously, he patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be relaxed and comforted him: "It's okay Kyle, I'll take care of it, just leave it to me."

"But, leader..."

"Also, don't tell Jetis about this. Let him take part in the competition." He put away the envelope and picked up the dinner plate.

He knew who wrote the letter, the font said it all.He never thought that the teacher who had the best relationship with him and admired him the most would be the nightmarish existence more than ten years ago.He thought of his father, of those portraits hanging on the walls, one of them empty, a man removed from the family forever, never to be recognized again.

Prometheus thought he would never understand these people, their thirst for power, their obsession with the dark arts.The warm family affection and innocent childhood he wanted, God did not give him, but gave him the talent he least needed.And that was exactly what robbed him of his joy.

Those who abandon relatives and friends for the sake of their so-called ideals must have never considered the feelings of others, how much pain their betrayal will bring to those who love them, and how much their behavior will bring innocent people. What a terrible disaster for the people.

They do evil unscrupulously in the name of ideals, thinking that they are messengers of justice.

Prometheus knew that the time had come for him to make a choice.Whether to submit to him or be destroyed by him, whether to leave a bad name in the world or to die resolutely, it is all in his mind.

"You have only two choices. Don't try to tell others about this, or you will watch others die because of your cowardice."

He knew they were certain to die, and that no one could save them.This is a battle that he knew the end from the beginning, but he still has to do it.

It's the stupidest thing he's ever done.

But if my father was alive, he would certainly do the same.He thought he finally understood him and really let go of the past.

He won't regret it.

the wind.footsteps.The boards creaked.Blood dripped on the floor, a bloody battle came to an end.

That person is late, the clock spins, the heartbeat slows down, and everything comes to an end.He smiled and said to him, don't you have such an expression, as if someone owes you money, and you have to smile once in a while, Jetis.

But this time, he finally couldn't pretend anymore.He still shed tears and regretted it—not for his choice, but for those young lives.

And he finally saw that the boy's calm mask was broken inch by inch, and he yelled at him angrily and collapsed, asking him why he didn't tell him.

He closed his eyes and didn't answer.

"Sorry, chief. I'm going to disobey you this time. I can't bury her for you, it's like I'm an outsider, but I'm also a member of this war. I have the right to be like them die here..."

Oh, it's up to you... Anyway, you never obeyed my orders, and you didn't regard me as the leader anyway.

When the last man standing fell, the wand fell heavily to the ground and kicked up dust, and all fell silent.

But the real war has just begun.

The author has something to say: So Alifa watched Prometheus for so long, but he didn't see him in his heart.

But apart from Jetis, no one has done it.

A few small details:

The last bell heard before Alifa's death was actually the sound of Jetis' wand falling to the ground.

It's easy to guess what Prometheus' family is... but it's completely private.

I feel that the side story is more difficult to write than the main text...

☆, preface

He never imagined that he would appear in this form, silver and holy like a child of a god.It's like the original untainted appearance, without a trace of filth, so far away that it is enviable.

At that moment, his heart seemed to be slowly cut open by a silver knife, and tears of bitter pain flowed out from it.He didn't know why it was so strong, but he just wanted to destroy it, or plunder it completely.

And the silver-white self looked far away, dispelled the confusing darkness and despair, turned around and hugged the boy tightly.

So he was enlightened.

That pure self is not the real being, but a projection of all the wishes and pleasures of another person.He felt that he was really needed by another person, filling every corner of his heart, and there was no vacancy.

This strange sense of satisfaction made him tremble and tremble, which he couldn't restrain.He secretly made up his mind that he would definitely get him, and it didn't matter what method he used.If it can't be done, destroy it completely.

Anyway, he has done too many things of destruction, and he no longer knows what it is to cherish.

"You made a mistake, you and him are not the same person. You obviously don't think he is your kind, why use this to test me?"

Of course he is very clear about this kind of thing, no one knows himself better than him, and also understands the differences between individuals better.Even a slight discrepancy was a difference, but he'd thought he'd confuse them, since they were much more alike than twins in every sense of the word.

However, everything has been out of control since the beginning.When he unscrupulously cut himself into pieces, he has already extended different parallel paths for himself in the mirror, and since then he has split and grown, and he has never been on a different road.

This is a competition with himself, a difficult problem he sets for himself.

Killed, devoured, fused, all he wants is victory.

But he thought of his silver-white self again.

The author has something to say: Bo x Ma doesn't want to write, this couple is already abusive enough.

The preface is also well written...you should be able to understand it.

But still no update....

☆, Malfoy Manor

He thought he was having a dream. In the dream, all kinds of sweet and dirty smells were mixed together, and the sense of touch and vision were also confused. The sound seemed to be a black and white film in his ear.