[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Although Hope told the two elves to do nothing, if they would obey him easily, these two elves would not be Elrond and Thranduil.

If the core consciousness and power of Hogwarts are intact, they can still use the reason that the other party can handle it personally, just like in the previous world.But Hope had told them of his own handicap—

The elf lord had no doubt that it was himself and Thranduil who attracted the evil god to this world, to be precise, it was the engraving on his body.

All the disasters without reason were caused by him, Elrond would never stand idly by, and the elf lord wanted to do something, how could Thranduil be missing?

But that being said, even Elrond has no clue if he wants to find the evil god who has swallowed part of the power of the rules in this world.The evil god is like a drop of water that dissolves in the sea, and it completely restrains its own heterogeneity without leaving a trace.

"He avoided us on purpose, why?" Elrond sat at the desk and pondered. He didn't have many students. Because the teaching method was different from that of ordinary professors, there was almost no homework and no pressure.

As for Thranduil?

The whole of Hogwarts knows that the standard of Defense Against the Dark Arts is "practicability".Professor Thranduil never assigns homework on the pen, but instead randomly tests the spells he has learned during the class test. If the spells or coping methods cannot be successfully used, the final score will be "good-looking" .

Of course, the so-called in-class test is not about making people cast spells while standing, making full use of the abundant magic power in the elves to change the layout of the room, so that little wizards can experience some "survival in the wild" and "speed of life and death". A small interest charge for "teaching at Hogwarts".

The only two people who were able to give the green light to Thranduil's class were Severus Snape, a first-year Slytherin student, and his roommate, Hope Weiss.Others, even the Hogwarts Head of Students, were not immune to being drawn, which made them very embarrassed.

Walking behind Elrond, Thranduil bent down and put his arms around Elrond's shoulder, resting his chin on the elf lord's shoulder.

"Don't guess the reason of a madman." The elf king's low voice flowed past Elrond, making the half-elf's sensitive sharp ears move.

Thranduil had seen the madness of evil gods before. Although his scarlet monsters and mad whispers were annihilated in the palm of death, they still left a deep impression on the Elven King—he had never seen such a terrifying The existence of nausea, even hell is inferior in this respect compared to the other party.

From the Elf King's point of view, the reason why the other party maintains a peaceful attitude is more like a hunter playing with his prey, or a cat playing with a mouse.

He's enjoying his hunt, and enjoying the two elves and the struggle at the heart of Hogwarts - he's devouring the rules, enjoying the world's twisted fate, because he can't save his own world, only lingering.

Stretching out his hand and gently rubbing his forehead, Elrond sighed a long time: "I think you are right."

Although he has never seen the evil god that day, he still remembers the last scene in the toy box.

The evil god must have his purpose when he comes here, but apart from his purpose, this crazy guy will of course regard the destruction of this world as a grand performance.He wants to sit in the best spectator seat and take full interest in this last stage.

— Disgusting.

The Elven King lifted himself up and led Elrond away from the table, and in the process golden hair fell from his shoulders and slid across Elrond's face.

His movements paused slightly, his blue eyes narrowed, and the atmosphere around him became dangerous.

"I feel the breath of Alpha and Palladia, Elrond, my elf lord—if I don't ask, you're not going to tell me, are you?"

Thranduil looked at Elrond with a half-smile, and imprisoned the half-elf by his side, with a trace of displeasure on his brow.

Those two spiritual bodies were sleeping on the tree he planted in Elrond's spiritual domain. Although part of them were supported by his power, they were after all in the spirit of Elrond as the guide. Big, might affect the spirit of Elrond.

So when he found them sleeping there, Thranduil told Elrond that if there was any change in the two spirit guides, he must tell him.

But what does he feel now?Um?

Alpha and Palladia have obviously strengthened their demand for spiritual power, which made Elrond look tired!He always thought that the half-elf was so worried about the hiding of the evil god that he was too worried!

Thranduil couldn't help but let out a hard "tsk" in his heart, and gave up on continuing to preach to Elrond. Instead, he hugged the half-elf in his arms and made contact with him as much as possible, so as to pass on each other's strength.

"I am your sentinel, your partner, I hope you can remember this." The king of the jungle whispered at the place closest to his beloved elf.

"I know."

Feeling the power flowing from Thranduil, Elrond couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his limbs and bones were filled with a kind of warmth, and he felt that he was rejuvenated.

It was his fault this time, and Elrond knew it well.But in fact, he didn't deliberately conceal Thranduil, but for Elrond, persistence has long been a habit carved into his bones.

From birth to now, the only person he has actively relied on... perhaps only his adoptive father.

He struggled to hold Maglor's hand when he was a child but had to grow up, protect his brother and live with him.

In the long years since then, he has never been the same as he was back then—so powerless and weak, yet he has an existence that must be protected, and there is also an object that he can rely on.

Unless the three get together again, Elrond will still be the armored Elrond.

He was unwilling to actively rely on His Majesty Gil-galad or Lord Cirdan or other elves during the Last Alliance. Elrond was already famous at that time, and he could not show weakness in front of the warriors assembled to crusade against the darkness.

——As long as I can persist for a minute, I will never open my mouth.

When the final alliance ended, Sauron lay dormant and was not wiped out, and he himself was the master of Imlatri, the supporter of the last home of the elves.

The whole of Middle-earth is watching him—because as long as Rivendell is still there, there is still hope for them to fight against Sauron and the darkness. Others tell.

In those long-lost times, he was used to shouldering everything on his shoulders, just like Thranduil would never let go of the burden of the jungle.

"It's just 'I know'?" Thranduil was obviously not satisfied with the elf lord's answer, he raised his brows, and gently pecked Elrond's cheek, from the forehead to the lips, "That's too much Cunning answer, Elrond."

"...I don't promise what I can't promise, Thranduil." Elrond did not refuse the Elf King's approach. Instead, he stretched out his hands, put his arms around the handsome elf's neck, and whispered in his ear, "So Whatever I promise, I will do."

——I promise to be with you, and I won't let you go.

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Unlike the beautiful night of the elves, after Severus Snape destroyed the seventh parchment, he finally couldn't help but turned around and yelled at the person sitting on the bed staring at him.

"No matter how wide you stare your eyes, it won't have the function of a searchlight, Mr. Hope Weiss!" Severus spat hard, "Still, let me call you respected Hop Weiss!" Gwartz?!"

Hope blinked, ignoring the sarcasm in Severus' words, and held out his hands to his "well-meaning" roommate.

Severus was obviously choked by the eyes of that innocent little flower on the side of the road, the expression on his face twisted strangely, and he couldn't help telling himself in his heart: He is Hogwarts, he is Hogwarts , he is Hogwarts - even if he is Merlin, this guy is sleepy!Troubleshooter!annoying ghost!fact!

"What are you going to do?"

Severus, who felt that he had realized something true at a young age, asked in a low voice helplessly.

"Pillow, from that afternoon, it's comfortable."

——This sentence is at least easier to understand than that action.

The above thoughts flashed through Severus Snape's tired mind for a moment, and then the nerves in his brain were burned by the engulfing anger.

pillow? !Pillow! !It turned out to be a pillow! !

At this time, the incarnation of Hogwarts, the powerful octopus that can drive the Black Lake, and the mysterious and mysterious things with Elrond and Thranduil all flew out of his head. All that was left was a flame of rage.

"You've been staring at me for so many days like a haunted ghost just for a throw pillow?!"

He had a nervous breakdown for several days, destroyed countless homework, and was almost approached by two elves to talk, wondering if he offended the great Hogwarts or the great Hogwarts also coveted the death in his body There were all sorts of big and small problems like codes, but this sleepy person just needed a pillow!

Severus Snape, from now on, decides to be black on pillows for the rest of his life!

However, he still succumbed to Hope's eyes, and with a wave of his magic wand, he turned the pillow on the bed into the pillow that was changed for Hope by the black lake that day, and then the great core of the world hugged the pillow and went to sleep happily.

Little Mr. Snape's mind strangely came up with the advertising slogan that he remembered when he saw this kind of pillow.

XXX pillow, dreams follow you, a good mood for a day.

--Ha ha.