[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Abraxas Malfoy didn't expect his invitation to be rewarded so quickly, and it was a big gift package of buy one get one free.

But when he saw Elrond and Thranduil, he knew it was a matter of course.

—Look at their unbearable, blinding appearance, old Mr. Malfoy can't imagine anything in this world that can separate them, let alone an invitation letter from the Malfoy family!

No wonder when Luke invited Professor Thranduil, his son asked with a complicated expression, "Do you want to add Professor Elrond"...

"Ahem, Mr. Thranduil and Mr. Elrond, it is a great honor to meet you two."

Abraxas pretended to remind Mr. Thranduil—Mr. Elrond seemed to have no problem with the food in front of him. Please don't continue to treat him, the Patriarch of Malfoy, like air, can you?

Old Mr. Malfoy now feels that setting the meeting place as a restaurant is definitely his biggest mistake this time - but poor Mr. Abraxas Malfoy doesn't know that this is doomed from the very beginning when he chooses to meet the elves The first meeting is the beginning of constantly refreshing the three views.

"Actually, I don't want to meet you." Thranduil paused, glanced at Elrond who was sitting next to him and was in charge of smiling, seeing that the elf lord didn't intend to stop him, he smiled happily Get up, "You see, when we finally get rid of a rumor, meeting will only remind people of that wild speculation."

Thranduil is a Sindar elf with a pure bloodline that can be traced back to the beginning of the birth of the elves【Note】, proud of his brilliance.In any case, to be regarded as the bastard son of a human wizard - even a nobleman - would be considered a disgrace to his noble status as the king of the jungle.

Besides, he is special, annoying, such, wizard.

—It was all Gandalf's fault.

This is just a small revenge of the proud elf king for the bad habits of human beings who like to gossip. As long as the business is not delayed, the Lord Imlatri, who has always been fair and strict-in fact, has no intention of intervening.

So Elrond, apart from showing his perfect manners, just stood aside and let Thranduil do what he wanted.

"What's more..." The blond elf king squinted his eyes and looked at the wizard. The blue pupils reminded Abraxas of Albus Dumbledore who had the same pupil color. Sharper and colder.

"Was that Yule Ball so stressful to you, Mr. Malfoy?"

Human beings with a limited lifespan can’t understand that kind of alienation and indifference. After seeing the changes of time, the vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world, and the succession of rules, the elves have a long life span of the same life as the world, and the mortals’ short-hundred-year pursuit is in their eyes. It is no longer worth mentioning.

It was a kind of indifference close to divinity.

In this regard, Thranduil, who has pure elven blood, is more obvious than half-elf Elrond.

But Patriarch Malfoy wasn't someone who hadn't seen the world.

Strictly speaking, choosing the Dark Lord's camp already showed his courage.

"You seem to know more than I do, Mr. Thranduil."

Thranduil gave old Malfoy a meaningful look.

In fact, the Malfoy family is quite in line with the usual aesthetics of the Elven King, but Thranduil thinks that Malfoy is too picky, as long as it is shiny, it is almost the same taste as Morgoth's creations-those who like to occupy the Golden Cave Evil dragon.

And old Malfoy's direct approach to them was enough to earn a compliment.

"The invited have realized their fate, the inviter has lost his fate, and the host who is caught in the middle - is he willing to accept his fate at the mercy of others?"

The long sentence chanted from the elf king's beautiful mouth seemed to be flowing like an ancient poem, but the content contained in it shocked Abraxas.

He didn't even care about his gaffe, he propped himself up on the table and stood up: "What does that mean?!"

- The person who invited has lost his destiny.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the shadow behind Voldemort. That dormant thing was so dark and terrifying. Compared with that thing, their Slytherin leader was like a puppet doll manipulated by that darkness, mechanical and pitiful!

Thranduil's eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Don't you already know this? It's not a good habit to deceive yourself and others."

"Thranduil." Elrond put his hand on the Elf King's and said suddenly.

His voice was majestic but gentle, calming Thranduil's anxiety.

The elven lord knew that the closer one got to the ball, the clearer the tragic fate of Severus and Hope became.

If Elrond, because of his keen sense of foreboding, grieves before tragedy strikes, there is enough time for himself to face the opening of the final act.

Even though Thranduil could clearly and rationally recognize the context of this matter, he became more and more anxious and sad as time approached because he really took that child into his wings.

They are the leaders, and they will accept this fate after all, but the sadness will not go away.

"We can roughly understand your situation." Elrond finally took over the right to speak, "What is the purpose of inviting us to meet?"

"I hope to switch sides." Abraxas said firmly.

Just now, the performance of the Elf King and the vaguely revealed truth made him make a hesitant choice.And he also understood that it would not do to beat around the bush with the two wizards in front of him—the old Mr. Malfoy, with his sharp eyes, understood right away that they were different existences.

Should it be said that it is no longer covered up?The magic lingering around, the grace revealed between the words...all show that they are different.

Essentially different.

"Heh." The elf lord's gray eyes stared at the determined wizard in front of him, "I admire your courage, Mr. Malfoy. But with all due respect, there has never been a so-called position in this banquet."

To be or not to be, there will be no third ending to this dance.Standing or something, when the world doesn't exist, it's meaningless at all.

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No matter what everyone thinks in their hearts, Christmas is still approaching gradually along the irreversible pace of time.

The members of the Hogwarts Yule Ball squad looked as weird as possible—

An old man with a gray beard, even if he is the greatest white wizard of this century, can't change the fact that he is an old man with a gray beard, and he is more suitable to play Santa Claus on the street than to attend a noble ball.

Two elves whose appearance is too much above average, elegant and decent like gods.Although no one knew that they were elves, and even thought that the light emitted from them was a magical effect of a certain fashion.

A dark-faced kid who looked more like he was going to the execution ground than attending the Yule Ball.

The last one... well, people don't even notice the last one exists.

The presence of the blond kid was so weak that his existence could be ignored at any time.

"Are you okay?" Severus also felt the discomfort of his little friend to some extent - when he stepped into this extremely gorgeous manor, Hope's face suddenly turned pale.

The blond child shook his head silently, but his blue eyes, which were always drowsy, were extremely bright, making Severus feel that there was a cluster of eternal flames in those eyes!

"Severus, don't leave us." Elrond held the child close to him, frowned and looked around - he always felt a weird feeling.

"Is it my illusion..." Dumbledore stroked his beard and whispered doubtfully, "These wizards... are different from those I know."

He has a watchful eye and the strongest Elder Wand tucked in his sleeve - even if he can't beat him, Albus Dumbledore is not a man who is ready to die.

However, the current atmosphere was rather weird, which made him feel like he had nowhere to focus.

People greeted each other, exchanged knowledge, and even danced on the dance floor-but no one came forward to chat with the Hogwarts guests.

Elrond and Thranduil exchanged glances.

The Elf King stretched out his hand, and a curvaceous and smooth Elven long knife appeared in his hand, with beautiful Elven characters engraved on the knife.And the elf holding the knife is still the most shining one even in this ball full of gorgeous clothes.

Thranduil slashed down with the vertical knife, and the tip of the knife shone with white light, drawing a line in the air!

The seemingly noisy and lively dance party disappeared in an instant.

People who talked kept silent, people who raised their glasses dropped their glasses, and people who danced lightly fell to the ground like butterflies with broken wings because they lost their melody.

"It's disgusting." The Elven King didn't hide his anger, "This kind of toy—"

"What's so disgusting? You have stayed in such a body before."

The light in the hall was still bright, but there was a shadow walking down the stairs.

Elrond and Thranduil finally knew what Abraxas saw that day——Tom Riddle had completely become an empty shell, and behind him was a huge black that seemed to cover the sky. film.

Countless crazy whispers kept whispering in the darkness, making one wonder how many monsters are hidden in that darkness!

The evil god who possesses a part of the core power of Hogwarts used this power to hollow out Voldemort, devour and plunder, making this key point a new container.

From the very beginning, the Evil God had no intention of allowing fate to triumph.

"How is it? Is this container beautiful?"

It is the shadow that speaks.

The appearance of Tom Riddle changed through the magic experiment has been completely restored to its original appearance. The handsome appearance inherited from his father is displayed without reservation, but there is nothing inside, and he will never even be able to speak again.

"The point is long dead, this young little world—what are you going to do?"

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[Note]: Thranduil's specific family tree and bloodline are unknown, so this sentence can be regarded as a private setting.Strictly speaking, the blood of all elves can be traced back to the beginning of the birth of elves, but only a small proportion.