[HP] Devil is alive

Respond to the children who came to see them off and wish them well one by one. It is almost nine o'clock.Maybe it's because Mr. Hamlet's aura is more intimidating, and everyone doesn't want to go to the hall very much—it's because they don't want to show ugly and jealous looks in front of the friends who grew up together.Messiah responded with a smile.

Mrs. Cole, who had no idea that she had been controlled, still fulfilled her responsibilities and waited at the entrance of the orphanage with Tom in a formal dress.Even the things to be taken away were moved to the hall so that Butler Hamlet could move them away.

The carriage came and stopped in front of the door, apart from Hamlet and James who came yesterday, this time there was also a servant they brought.Mrs. Cole stepped up to meet her, and praised in an exaggerated tone: "Oh! Dear gentlemen, you are so punctual! God is sympathetic to his people. Today's weather is very good. I hope you will have a wonderful time. one day!"

"The honorable mistress must also be impatient to meet her lovely niece," James mentioned the purpose of their trip in time when Mrs. Cole was panting, "I wonder if we can make it back to the manor in the afternoon, mistress The family doctor has been contacted."

"Of course, I believe Miss Austin will like Lucy, she is such a lovely child. Of course, there are also Messiah and Tom, they are the cutest children in the orphanage!" Mrs. Cole held her hand, A look of not very willing.

The two of them spoke one by one, and quickly walked into the hall.Hamlet raised his eyebrows at the considerable number of books in front of him—these books were obviously too many for a child.

"What I want to ask is, Mr. Messiah Riddle..." Hamlet's voice was deep and deep, and he couldn't hear any emotion, but he felt very serious.

There was luggage in the hall, and there was Tom and Lucy sitting alone playing with dolls, but there was no one else they wanted to take.

"Ah, sir..." Mrs. Cole, who was ordered by the Messiah to be afraid of him from now on, no matter how impolite she was, she immediately turned to the servant who was moving things, "Please be careful, these things are very Heavy."

She escorted the servant out and waited for more than half a minute but didn't come back.

How rude!

Hamlet was a little unhappy, and looked at Tom with deep eyes, "Little Mr. Riddle...Maybe I can call you Tom?"

"Of course, sir," Tom bowed again politely, "my brother is still in the room, as you may know, he is not in good health. I'm sorry about that, and he also wants to come here and wait for you."

"We should really be considerate," James rubbed the corners of his lips, smiled at Tom inexplicably, and then turned to Hamlet, "Dear Lauren (James' nickname for Hamlet), we are Shouldn't I go in and take a look? Little Tom obviously doesn't have that much strength... What do you think?"

There was no expression on Hamlet's calm face, he just turned to Tom, "Please lead the way."

Tom clenched his fists, he still didn't know what James was up to.What did he mean by that smile just now?Will it affect him and the Messiah?

During the short journey, his heart was full of thoughts, and when he almost raised his eyes, he had already reached the door.

In the room, Messiah sat casually on a chair, his long white face looked a little transparent in the sunlight, and his peaceful appearance seemed to be about to abandon everything and dissipate in the next second.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen," he said.

Hamlet and James had already walked into the range of the magic circle at this time, Tom immediately squatted down, touched the ground with his hands and connected the magic circle with dark elements to transmit the magic power there.

The ordinary ground erupted with silvery cold mist in an instant, and the hexagrams in the magic circle rotated. It was hard to distinguish whether it was the crescent moon or the hexagram. Halos of pink, red, gold and teal make this small room feel psychedelic.

Messiah couldn't help laughing silently when he felt the change in the magic circle. What should I say about this James...their two encounters are quite similar.

James' expression was a bit condensed, especially after seeing a purple-red thing rushing into Hamlet's eyes, he looked even more gloomy.But unexpectedly, he didn't attack, but hugged the fainted Hamlet into his arms, "I don't know that the magic world has become so powerful that even young wizards who haven't entered school can draw magic circles?"

Tom bit his lip and stood beside Messiah silently.After activating the magic circle, instead of protecting himself first as Messiah said, he ran to his brother instead.He is a little afraid to look at Messiah's expression now... Obviously he doesn't think he is wrong.

"This is a means for the weak to protect themselves... Mr. Blood Race." Messiah said calmly.

Tom was a little surprised by the phrase "blood race", but he didn't doubt Messiah's judgment.This was the first time he had seen a dark creature other than humans, and James wasn't as... so vampire-like as described in the human books.

"This is the first time I've heard that people who can draw magic circles are weak. The Big Four of Hogwarts will cry when they hear that," James sarcastically said, "What do you want? Little wizard."

It is still not clear that James has lived in vain for hundreds of years.Among the two brothers, it is obvious that the elder brother has the final say!Who can tell him why a squib, or a minor, draws a magic circle? !

Great Lilith, is this world about to collapse? !

"Maybe we can talk, maybe I can help you as far as your curse is concerned." Messiah suggested with a smile.

"How many magic circles can you draw? I haven't heard of anyone who can draw magic circles since the death of the Hogwarts Big Four." James asked Messiah sideways.

"Help you undo your curse so that you can suck blood, give the person in your arms eternal life, restore youth and keep youth forever, isn't that enough?" Messiah rubbed his forehead, looking a little tired.

"Why didn't I know that my appreciation level has dropped so much? It's just a toy~~" James unceremoniously let go of his hand, causing Hamlet to fall to the ground, and patted the dust that didn't exist on his hands Said, "Isn't the way we're talking a bit inappropriate?"

"I have to admit that you are stronger than us, sorry." Messiah apologized without sincerity.

"Well, maybe I should show enough sincerity to make you feel more secure." James saluted gracefully, his brown hair transformed into a brilliant golden color, and his slightly ordinary face turned evil when he raised his head Handsome, with bright red eyes as bright as a fine gem.

"Re-introduce, my name is Hillary Hawke, you can call me Hillary. What is the surname of the blood family, I have been kicked out a long time ago, so I won't say it. You can ask your brother, what I look like now, absolutely Very sincere." Hilary pushed his monocle, looking like a smiling fox, there is no sincerity at all.

Tom talked about Hillary's current appearance, and Messiah nodded without expressing anything.

"Well, it seems that I have to shake my old roots. I am 220 years old this year, and I am not considered old or young among the blood races. Alas, the blood races are never old..." Hillary said relaxedly. Like a playboy who is not afraid of the sky and the earth.It wasn't until Messiah coughed a few times and spit out some blood that he really got serious, "OK, OK, let's get to the point! Since you all know that I am a vampire and that I am cursed not to drink blood, then you should have guessed it , I'm very weak right now, I don't have any strength at all. Hmm... now I'm as harmless as a first-year Hogwarts kid, alas..."

After finally meeting someone who can draw a magic circle and help him lift the curse, it seems that the situation is not good. Hilary feels that his future seems to be a coexistence of light and darkness... Painful!

"Cough cough, then...cough, tell us about our requirements." Messiah struggled to stand up, and with Tom's support, he came down to the front of the circle. "First, don't stop us from doing anything. Second, if necessary help us when it's time."

"Your request is too broad." Hilary rubbed her chin, "Then when will you draw a magic circle for me?"

"When Tom can draw a magic circle, I will draw it for you."

"Why not you?" Hillary raised her eyebrows, and Tom also frowned at Messiah.

"You know what I am. I don't even have the magic power to activate a magic circle. You want to bear the consequences of failure?" Messiah smiled, "You have to protect our safety, Mr. Hillary."

"You're evil!" Hilary's childish accusation... or was it a compliment?"Evil" is a nice compliment for a dark creature.

"Thank you for the compliment," Messiah saluted, "You'd better change back, or your 'toy' will be scared."

"..." Hilary curled her lips, and in a blink of an eye she turned into the bland but romantic Owen James again.

"Maybe I insulted your pride, I'm sorry for that, Mr. Hillary, I hope we can cooperate happily." Messiah wiped the blood from the corner of his lower lip, and pressed on the glowing magic circle.

Is it "I" who insults "your" pride, not "us"?This is a very meaningful sentence...

The rays of light of various colors spun rapidly and mixed into silver. After absorbing the silver mist, they were printed on the edge of the magic circle, and the magic circle disappeared.

"It feels really weird." Hilary commented, and picked up Hamlet, who he had thrown to the ground just now, patted and rubbed it without a trace—it seemed to be just a habitual movement.

Hearing Hillary's actions, Messiah also whispered in Tom's ear: "Only by keeping calm at all times can we think of a perfect solution. The so-called 'most perfect' is the greatest benefit."

Before Tom could respond, Messiah snapped his fingers. After the crisp sound, Hamlet opened his eyes, as if he was still a little confused.

"Are you okay?" Messiah asked softly.

Seeing Hillary holding him, Hamlet stood up abruptly, tidied himself up, and said, "We need to leave as soon as possible. Do you have anything else, Mr. Riddle."

"Just call me Messiah."

Hillary consciously picked up Messiah, and several people came to the hall. Only Lucy was still sitting on a chair playing with dolls, and there was no sign of Mrs. Cole at all.

Hamlet took a few deep breaths with a slightly impatient expression, and returned to his serious and polite appearance.The servant just walked in and handed him a few pieces of paper, "The lady gave this to me."

It's an adoption paperwork...

Hamlet turned around and came to Lucy, bent down and said in an unusually gentle tone: "Miss Lucy, shall we go back to the manor?"

He stretched out his old hand, his eyes were gentle as if facing his long-lost beloved daughter.Lucy looked up at him, then tilted her head after a few seconds, with a big smile on her rosy face, and grabbed Hamlet.

The drowsy Messiah was awakened by Hillary's cold snort...

In the carriage, Lucy insisted on sitting with Messiah, leaning against the window and using her clear voice to describe the street scene to Messiah, and after driving out of crowded places, she honestly lowered her head and played with dolls.

Hilary stared out the window in a daze in a daze, while Hamlet sat across from him with his back straight, still looking at Brother Messiah.His eyes finally settled on Tom reading a book.

"You seem to have read a lot of books? Mr. Tom." Hamlet narrated calmly, without any doubts.

"It's some miscellaneous books, sir. The orphanage doesn't have such a complete set of certain books." Tom's tone was a little cramped, but he answered calmly, looking at Hamlet.

In aristocratic families, stewards have a very high status.They have won the trust and reliance of their masters. Like Mr. Hamlet, judging from his behavior, whether it is the old Earl of Austin or the current Earl of Austin, he is treated as a member of the family.

"Not a descendant of nobles, but a teacher of nobles" Tom once saw this sentence in a book.It is said that an excellent housekeeper must not only have extremely high professional quality and self-cultivation, but also have a knowledge of astronomy and geography in order to provide services for high-level guests.

Regardless of life considerations or study considerations, Tom thinks it is very important to have a good relationship with this old housekeeper—especially when their identities are still so embarrassing.

Hamlet's expression was slightly... just slightly relaxed, and he glanced at the words on the book, and asked again: "German?"

"Well... yes." Tom looked a little embarrassed.

"very good……"

"Brother Messiah will also say it!" Lucy raised her head and wanted to ask for a compliment for Messiah as well - she always remembered that when she was praised, there would be candy.

Hamlet seemed tolerant of her interjection, his eyes showing signs of warming, "Istdaswahr? (Is that so?)"

Messiah froze for a moment, looked in Hamlet's direction, nodded with a smile, "Ja. (Yes.)"

"Werhatdich? (Who taught you that?)"

"Teresa. (Nurse)"

"Very good," Hamlet nodded. "There are enough books in the manor, and I hope they can meet your requirements."

The second sentence was addressed to Tom.

"Is there no candy?" Lucy bit her finger, not seeing any movement from Hamlet, a little dissatisfied.

"Candy is in the manor, Miss Lucy," Hamlet explained to Lucy gently, and put down Lucy's hand like Messiah did before, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, "please don't suck your fingers, Lucy Miss West."

His voice is very old, but very kind.Seeing the similar movements, similar expressions and similar tone, Lucy smiled again, nodded heavily, "En!"

So Messiah, who had good hearing, heard the cold snort of a certain blood gentleman.

This is an overly proud vampire.Messiah leaned on Tom's shoulder, and Tom followed his movements to relax.

The more proud the better for Tom...