[HP] Bad Impulse

"—That's why I didn't use a magic bow, but a dagger. Brat, you can try to see if you dodge faster, or if I cut your arteries faster." Corianna Antie held the dagger in her hand, silently Without interest, he touched the back of Niah, who was covered in weaknesses. "Now, is this dagger useless to you?"

"Are you the patriarch of Asrean's generation, Corina Antie Asrean? I was careless. After all, this is the territory of you and 'Fate'." The slender neck is only a few millimeters away from the sharp blade , Nia smiled instead of surprise, as if there was just a soft tissue around his neck.

Corina Antie narrowed her eyes: "I advise you to cooperate obediently."

Nia carefully held the blade of the dagger: "Please let me go, I have no ability to escape under your noses. Then, I think I can negotiate a condition with you on my own behalf."

Corina Anti's dagger changed direction, pointing directly at Nia's throat: "It's really courageous——"

"Wait, listen to what he has to say." Fitra stopped Corina Antie, "This kid is the man behind that Grody Rose guy, and he's not going to come to England just to fool us. Ya, is that your name? I hope you are very clear about who is holding your life."

"Of course it's clear. I also want to tell you that more lives are being pinched in the hands of another person, such as Voldemort?" Nia raised her hands and felt something poke herself hard behind her. He could only walk into the villa obediently while smiling wryly. "Oh, the only two heirs to Asreel, the famous Italian wizarding family, both like Muggle weapons. Your ancestors will cry."

"Whether he cries or not is none of my business!" "Whether he cries or not is none of my business!"

Corina Anti and Feite looked at each other, confirming the tacit joy in each other's eyes, and they both raised their hands and clapped their hands together, making a crisp snap.

Chavalette hiding in the bushes can't laugh or cry, this mother and daughter are really...

The young deacon finally heard the noise outside the door, and trotted all the way to open the door for the master.When he saw Nia being approached by two masters, big and small, the first thing he did was not to ask, but to tie him firmly to one of the Roman pillars in the living room with the strongest rope. superior.

"Miss, do you need to extract a confession from me?" the deacon bent down and asked for instructions.

"No, I'll entertain him personally." Corinna Antie lazily nestled into the sofa, and when she sat up again, she was holding a black whip in her hand, and it made a crackling sound in the air, which was very frightening .

"It looks like it will hurt, I'd better do it all." Nia glanced at the whip, showing no fear at all. "Oh, I forgot to mention my conditions. The Dark Lord of England will hold a banquet in three days, right? I would like to ask you to let me attend too? I have already told Feite that she will be in a lot of trouble gone."

"But I'm going to be in trouble, and you don't say a word to me." Feite took Corina Antie's whip.

Nia smiled and said: "What you know will change the future I know, I can't let these go beyond my control—"

"Crack!" The whip exploded viciously in Nia's ear, and Feite almost shattered a third of the pillar: "'Your' control range? Boy, I don't have time to play word games with you. You You've been with Grody for so long, you must know how many fun ways we have to deal with a dead duck like you, huh?"

Nia looked around and said, "Hmm... you said here? Oh, maybe you forgot the two kids behind you, they seemed to be stunned when the butler tied me up, doesn't it matter? "

The bloody gypsy boy!Fate took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his expression, turned to Regulus and Severus and said, "Regu, Sif, I'm sorry. I want... the study?"

"Yes, the study is empty and there is enough space, please follow me, two young masters." The young deacon blocked the eyes of the two boys in time, raised his left arm and pointed upstairs. "You two young masters? Please follow me."

Severus was the first to react. He took a deep breath and let it out again: "I'm fine, it's just that I haven't seen such a familiar scene for a long time. Regulus, how much I want to put this I will share with you the scene when a woman first appeared in my house, and now it is much gentler than it was then."

"Then, what was that scene?" Regulus looked at the two Asleyan ladies with fierce eyes.

"Didn't you hear Lily? Let's talk in the study. Did you know that she kicked me and stepped on me, and then she took a Muggle weapon..."

Severus's conversation with Regulus was getting quieter, and Fate gave Nia a nasty smile: "Now, no one bothers us, right? N.A.Mr.Sir."

Nia swallowed his saliva, he turned his head and looked at the one-third of the missing pillar, thinking about which one was stronger, his body or the pillar, and quickly came to a conclusion: "Okay, okay, I All tricks! Can you untie me first?"

Corina Antti's answer - is a dagger flying at a high speed.

Nia shook off the rope on her body, and rubbed her red wrist: "Isn't Asrielan of elf blood?"

"There is also the blood of berserkers, the kind that can go crazy anytime, anywhere." Fite rolled his eyes.

"Berserker? What is that, I've never heard of it." Nia looked at Corianna Antie with a questioning gaze. "Is there? Has there ever been such a race in the history of wizards?"

"Feite?" Corina Anti was very sure that Feite had never looked through Aslean's family tree.

"Is there? In Muggle video games in the 21st century, the profession of berserker is very popular. Don't you all say that Muggle's speculations about magical phenomena come from reality? That's why I thought there was such a thing as a berserker." Family." Feite looked at the two innocently.

boom!

Corianna Anti patted Feite on the head: "What kind of answer is this!"

"Actually, this can be regarded as a basis, as if wizards are also guessing whether many of the magical creatures they think really exist." Nia looked at Feite sympathetically, and Corianna Antie's slap was very painful. "However, I think you don't want me to continue this topic very much. We should come back to it-about the Dark Lord. Fate actually helped me hear some prophecies made by others."

Nia paused and frowned slightly: "The original words are: 'Boys born in July and Voldemort are life and death enemies, and one of them must die at the hands of the other'. But I saw another before that. The prophecy: 'Backtracking and fate will lead everything, different fates in different time and space, everyone will have different answers'."

"What boy born in July? What 'backtracking' and 'destiny'? Can you explain it in a way I can understand?"

Nia shook her head: "If I can understand, this is not a prophecy I peeped from others. I can only say that these two sentences are very accurate and will have a great impact on wizards in Britain and even all of Europe. Apart from being able to guarantee that this is from the future, I have no way of estimating which year this prophecy came from. Except..."

"Except what?"

"Asriel, you already have the answer. Use the key to open the lock, combined with the power of the two of you, you can see the past and peep into the future. Asriel, you have such power, and the Dark Lord also wants to Open the lock! But none of you want him to actually open the lock, do you?" Nia could feel that Corina Antie was a little shaken.

"Knowing the future doesn't do anyone any good. We all know that sometimes it's just listening to prophecies and avoiding them that makes prophecies come true."

"But you want to go back in time." Nia laughed. "You have always wanted to go back to the past and do something to change the established future - Corinna Antti Aslean, don't let me remind you that you are breaking a taboo, you will wipe all traces of your soul go, and crumble into meaningless scum in nothingness."

Lucius frowned and walked through the dark passage, where there was a stale and disgusting smell, and the sticky touch on the soles of his feet made him unable to concentrate on the front, and only the man in front didn't care about it.

"Why, do you think this place is very dirty?" The man laughed softly, "But I have to walk back and forth here every day, and I can't even take a bath for a long time. I'm afraid Mr. Malfoy can't help but throw up just thinking about it." Bar?"

"Then why don't you change the location of the joint!" Lucius couldn't help complaining, covering his mouth and nose. "In this ghost place, do you want me to have any other reactions? Unless you ask me to give you an Avada now, I won't care about other things!"

The man laughed heartily, but was choked by the smell of the underground sewer and kept coughing.After a while, the man straightened up: "So no one can imagine that Mr. Malfoy would be willing to commit himself to doing some shady little deals in the underground sewer with a muddy guy like me."

"Mud? Huh, this one is quite suitable." Lucius silently used a cleaning method on the soles of his feet. He thought he would need to soak in the bathtub for a whole night to get rid of the smell. "Maybe you will be like this for the rest of your life. You can't be reused, and you will always be in the underground waterway... If your magic power can be recovered, there is still a chance of survival."

"Magic power doesn't matter anymore, I just hope that my sacrifice is worth it. Besides, just a small amount of magic power drying up won't bother me. After all, my family is pure blood, and there are always piles of messy potions." The man He waved his hand indifferently, "I heard that you had a fight with Miss Feite?"

"Aren't you paying too much attention to things? Even though you are her prefect, but now you are just a spy, don't forget your identity." Lucius frowned and stopped. "You'd better stop seeing Fett. Maybe it's annoying for me to say that. I don't think you can hide from her what you're doing now. It's better not to see you anymore."

The red-haired man stopped following Lucius, and patted himself on the chest mockingly: "Lucius Malfoy, what are you worried about? Look at me, a squib, I don't have much money on me, and I'm even going to stink Ditch for life, a pile of mud with nothing but faith. Oh, Merlin's underpants, you're still worried that I'll rob you of Fit?"

"Lian Weasley, Fette, can't be taken away."

"Of course I know that Fate is not for grabbing, don't look at me with such a serious expression." Ryan held up the kerosene lamp and explored the way forward, "Dude, Lucius? Come to 'show me the way' You said what do Muggles do when they get lost, do they have something to show me instead?"

"Probably. I've heard that Muggles have something called GPS..." Lucius was halfway through the conversation before remembering that it was invented decades after what Fate said. "But I don't know exactly what that thing looks like, so you don't have to show such an expectant expression."

Ryan sighed regretfully: "It's a pity, I thought I could temporarily replace magic with Muggle methods, I really deserve to be a nobleman Malfoy, who is not interested in Muggle things at all—wait a minute, Sir Malfoy Master! You should turn left here, why are you running right?"

"The place you chose is really slippery, can't I just slip!" Lucius angrily used a dozen or so cleanups on the ground, but the dirt in the sewer had accumulated for too long, revealing the dirt below. The grime, on the other hand, smelled even more nauseating.

Lucius' face was instantly paler than paper.

"Hey... I knew it would turn out like this. It's the smell of sewer dirt hundreds of years ago." Ryan squeezed his nose and uttered a few words in pain, then pulled out the mask from his body and threw it to Lucius. "I just got this, it's really cheap for you. Don't worry, it's specially designed for sewer cleaners, and it won't smell so bad after wearing it. We're almost at our destination. Just hold on."

Lucius stretched out two fingers to pinch the somewhat blackened mask: "This, this... are you sure this can be worn by people?"

"If you don't like it, you can return it to me. I only have this mask. No one pays me a salary. It's good that I can still afford such a mask." Ryan held out his hand to Lucius. "I only took it once and I promise it's still clean."

Lucius stared at the mask in his hand with great confusion. He really really didn't want to use this mask that was used by others, but he couldn't give up the task assigned by the Lord, let alone be smoked to death in this disgusting groundwater Daoli.

So, closing his eyes suddenly, Lucius firmly stuck the mask on his mouth and nose!

The author has something to say: I'm about to vomit blood and turn into ashes...

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