if i am not me

The second competition is over, but except for the warriors themselves, most of the other people are still crazy about the content of the competition.

Rita Sky's reports kept appearing on various pages of the "Daily Prophet". These sharp articles were filled with boundless enthusiasm, or revealed countless ambiguities. All in all, her reports were extremely detailed.It was as if she already knew everything that happened in the second match of the Triwizard Tournament, and she could see it more clearly and clearly than anyone else.

Of course, not many people thought she was talking nonsense. She was the head reporter of the "Daily Prophet", and the authority of the "Daily Prophet" itself made these articles very popular among students and the public.

After all, it is impossible for the students to know what happened underwater from the stands, and other people who have no chance to sit in the arena can only know a thing or two through word of mouth, so when asking the brave man to no avail, Rita Ski The details in the article are particularly eye-catching.What's more, from time to time, she will reveal some obscure lace information, which greatly satisfies everyone's curiosity about the private lives of the warriors.

Of course, this satisfaction can only be one-sided.For the three warriors, this is undoubtedly the most embarrassing thing they have encountered in their short ten-year career from childhood to adulthood.Krum, already a Quidditch star, was fine with these things, but Draco and Fleur weren't so lucky.

Draco is relatively better, at least he has the blessing of his family, and Rita Sky only dares to spin around some issues that everyone knows.It's just pity for Furong. In Rita Ski's writings, she has become synonymous with "a beautiful girl and a troublesome woman".

In the Slytherin dormitory, Harry was sitting on the sofa reading the Daily Prophet that had just been delivered by owl.After finishing the coffee in his cup, he snorted and dropped the newspaper in his hand. He curled his lips and said to Draco who had just washed up, "This woman's ability to make trouble out of nothing is really getting better and better."

Draco naturally understood where the hidden anger in Harry's words came from. He picked up the newspaper that Harry had thrown on the table, and he calmly scanned the articles that were paved with countless gorgeous words, as well as the newspaper beside him. A few photos that deserved "just right".

What he didn't expect was that, seeing this, even he, who described himself as having amazing self-cultivation, couldn't help but want to curse people, "Merlin, I don't remember saying such disgusting things to you."

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What? "Draco's words immediately aroused Harry's curiosity. Since he just browsed the newspaper casually, he really didn't know that Rita Sky had given them lines.

"Really want to hear it?" Draco's face flushed slightly, which made Harry's curiosity even stronger, and he urged him to read quickly.

Seeing this, Draco could only read the sentence in Rita Ski's article to Harry. Sure enough, after listening to it, Harry laughed and fell on the sofa.

"This woman is really shameless." Hearing Draco read out the words in a cadenced tone, Harry could only feel amused besides the chill. "Someone actually believed it."

"Should we let her continue to thump?" Raising his eyebrows, Draco looked at the increasingly excessive words in disgust, and asked with resentment.He felt that his patience was reaching its limit.

However, regarding this question, Harry shook his head as usual, and said flatly, "It's not the time yet. Drake."

Hearing this sentence, Draco glanced at Rita Skye's name coldly, threw away the newspaper and did not intend to continue entangled in this issue, "Speaking of which, are you sure about that matter?"

Of course Harry knew what Draco was referring to, and upon hearing this, his brows that had been stretched a little earlier frowned again.Thinking about the thing that had been planned for a long time, he said after much deliberation, "The success rate is about 60.00%."

"Only 60.00%?" Harry's words surprised Draco.After all, he couldn't be more clear about Harry's ability, if even he has only a little bit of certainty...

"Don't underestimate the Ministry of Magic." As if remembering something unpleasant, Harry frowned even more tightly, "Although Fudge is an idiot, there are still many powerful people in the Ministry of Magic. Not to mention those proud Luo, just being Sirius is enough for us to have a headache, not to mention the current Ministry of Magic and Jen... Potter is behind, it is not easy to get in."

"But if our plan goes well, then most of the strength of the Ministry of Magic will be devoted to the security of the game that day. I think our chances will be higher." Frankly expressing his thoughts, Draco began to analyze with Harry road. "And you still remember where you took things now."

"That's my most conservative estimate, Drake." Nodding his head, he agreed with Drake's statement, and Harry tried his best to smile, "There are not many opportunities like this, we have to seize them... As for the specifics, we still have to wait and see." You’ll have to wait and see to find out.”

Who knows if the changes in history will include these details...?

Thinking about the days when they would be able to go out in a fair manner, Draco counted the number on his fingers, and said rather unhappily, "Wouldn't it be another half a month or so...?"

"Yeah." He understood Draco's impatience, but for this, Harry could only persuade him to be patient after sighing.Although the current situation seems to be a good situation on the surface, Harry knows that the dark tide in it is not something that he and Draco can get involved in now.So, they can only endure until they are strong enough.

And while Harry and Draco were still having a headache about their plan, in a small manor in England, a man who described as wretched was carefully holding a small crystal bottle, walking quickly around the corner Turn the hallway.The clothes on his thin body were already tattered, and his hair and beard were messy and tangled, but obviously, he didn't mind it.

Not long after, he came to a seemingly ordinary room.But he didn't knock on the door right away, but after taking a deep breath, he put his fingers on the heavy door.

"Come in." After the crisp muffled sound, a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded from behind the door. The volume was extremely low, but it was enough for the man outside the door.Shaking involuntarily, the man hurriedly stabilized his mind, and tightly grasped the bottle in his hand, as if it was a talisman.

Pushing open the door and walking in, the man walked into the room, this is a study.

The whole room is based on taupe, which makes people feel a little cold and serious, and its decoration is extremely simple.Except for some oil paintings of empty landscapes hung on the two walls with doors and windows, the other two sides are made into huge wall cabinets, which are filled with various books, making people feel as soon as they enter the room. You can smell the strong fragrance of books.

But these are not what the man pays attention to, ignoring the elegant furnishings and small objects that jingle from time to time in the study, he went straight to the burning fireplace in the study, and knelt down in front of the tall and soft sofa.

"Master." The man shouted respectfully, took the corner of the wool blanket hanging from the sofa and kissed it, expressing his loyalty to the person he was calling.

But the previous voice didn't move at all. If you don't pay attention, no one will believe that there are actually other people in this room besides the man kneeling on the ground.

Without getting a reply from the master, the man just lay on the ground like this.After a long while, when the man on the ground felt that his knees were numb, the previous voice finally sounded again.

"You guys let me down..."

A few short obscure syllables suddenly echoed in the silent room, but they seemed so natural.However, these words struck the man in front of the sofa as if he had been struck by lightning, because he deeply felt the deep anger carried in those seemingly plain words.

Crouching on the ground in panic, the man raised his head to let the master see the astonishment and fear in his eyes, and then began to tremble non-stop.

"No, no, master...I, although we failed to bring him back, but I got his blood..." The man explained at a very fast speed, with a smile on his face, and firmly He revealed the bottle in his hand and sent it to the sofa.

Everything looks so natural.

No one knew, but this was the moment he had been waiting for.Only by presenting that thing at this time can it be possible to eliminate the anger of the master, and it is also possible to put more credit in his own name... As for his "partner", let him continue to work at Hogwarts. Get busy here.

Of course, he knew better in his heart that if he didn't finish talking now, he would only have a chance after the master finished punishing him.And he obviously didn't want to suffer more from those tortures.

"Oh?" The voice sounded again, and sure enough, this time the master's tone was clearly filled with joy, which made the man kneeling on the ground secretly heave a sigh of relief. "Quick, let me see."

Hearing this, the man hastily pulled out the cork from the bottle mouth, and sent him eagerly to the black shadow in the sofa.And what is depicted in the bottom of my heart is the scene of the master's infinite glory as the number one hero after the master's resurrection is successful.

"idiot!"

However, beyond the man's expectation, the black shadow let out a roar.This roar shattered the imagination in the man's heart, and made his face pale like powder falling off the wall in an instant.

"Idiot!" After saying several idiots, the black shadow overturned the crystal bottle to the ground. Suddenly, a few drops of scarlet blood flowed out from the bottle, leaving a dark mark on the brown carpet.

"How dare you give me such a filthy thing...Wormtail..." The black shadow picked up a magic wand at some point, pointed at the man on the ground, and uttered a few words in a piercingly cold voice, which made Wormtail chill. extremely word. "Cruciatus (cruciatus)."

"No, master...

Ah——" Wormtail exclaimed in astonishment, he didn't expect his master to be so angry, let alone that the bottle that made him think he would be rewarded by his master actually caused him to be punished by his master.

For a while, the man's wailing kept ringing in the room, adding a gloomy atmosphere to this small manor out of thin air.It was not until a long time later that the black shadow finally let go of its hatred and said, "Don't use this kind of thing to fool me, Wormtail... Next time, I want to see his people!"

"Yes... yes, Master." Wormtail had been tortured just now to the point where he had only a little strength left, but in front of the black shadow, he tried his best to pull himself together and said tremblingly, "You, Don't worry...me, me and...he are already making arrangements. "

In fact, Wormtail had already regretted the moment his master got angry.If he had known this would be the result, why would he take the risk to get this bottle of blood underwater...?

When those Aurors suddenly appeared from nowhere, he knew that this plan had failed.But he was unwilling to just leave like this. In his opinion, they had tried their best, but what they wanted in the end was just a few drops of blood.Last time he exposed his identity because of the Marauder's Map, and finally declared the mission failed by fleeing in embarrassment, but this time he won't.Although the boy couldn't be taken away, if he fought hard, a few drops of blood shouldn't be a problem.

In order to avoid the master's punishment, and to highlight his achievements, he tried his best to get close to them again and again. Finally, it took all his strength to avoid the watchers, and he collected them in the lake with difficulty. This little bit of blood.You know, how difficult it is to do this without the help of your companions.But he did it, and successfully got back the mission goal that the master once asked him to complete.

However, the reality is the punishment that the master comes without hesitation.

The owner said the thing was "filthy".This kind of blood stained with foreign matter is not what the Dark Lord needs.

What the Dark Lord needs is pure blood, soaked in the deepest hatred and curse.

At this moment, Wormtail couldn't help but feel a little grateful.

Fortunately, that lunatic has a good mind. Fortunately, he listened to the lunatic and stayed behind. Fortunately, that lunatic is still in school, waiting for an opportunity...

Otherwise, the master's monstrous anger would not be something he could bear.

The author has something to say: After nearly half a year of editing, the demon can finally resume updating.Here, Yao is very grateful for the support you have given to Yao for a long time, -3-MUA~

AND, the new year is coming, it’s really lively, Yao is here to wish everyone a happy new year~~~everyone, happy new year~~~~(^o^)/