[HP] Time and End

[What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it."John1-4,5"]

The model of the lake area is like a crystal ball given to each other at Christmas. It is rolled into a spherical shape by an invisible magic circle and floats a few inches above the ground. The bottom of the lower part is filled with lake water, and there are occasional fish-shaped shadows made by magic. Things float and flicker, like a pool of blue color covered by transparent glass. In the middle is an undulating grassland with only a few low-rise hills, and there are small and dynamic animals running on it, whether they are Welsh horses or elks. The upper part is the simulated sky and scattered white snowflakes that do not know where to start. The snowflakes seem to be unrestricted, falling around the model with the simulated lake wind.

Seeing magical snowflakes in summer is nothing new, but it can be refreshing nonetheless.

Snowflakes rolled in the air, adding a touch of comfortable humidity to the dry summer air, and dissipating a little bit of summer heat.

It seems that some Aurors also want to move forward, after all, the temperature in the area close to the model is cooler and pleasant.It's a pity that due to the existence of Riddle and Voldemort, he hesitated and never stepped forward.

And the three or two female Aurors looked at Riddle and Voldemort very curiously, maybe after spending too much time in the Auror office, they would always want to see some beautiful things, after all, some of the men in the Auror department are always horrible, Or they are always ear-stained by the tyrannical Dark Lord in the rumors, but they are not like this when they actually see it. They may be indifferent but they have a good upbringing. This kind of errand made them very curious. Just now, Will leave the courtroom, give priority to the Auror lady behind him when pushing the heavy wooden doors of the courtroom, will tone down his voice when he and Riddle are not alone in public, and The Aurors talking loudly over there made an absolutely stark contrast.

Especially when Voldemort stretched out his slender finger and pointed at the center of Riddle's forehead, all the way down, across the high bridge of the nose, and finally lingered on the thin lips, his fingertips were enough to outline Riddle's total It is the corners of the lips that hook upwards with a beautiful curvature.In the end, he pinched Riddle's jaw with his fingertips, brought him to his side involuntarily, wrapped his other hand around Riddle's waist, lowered his head and kissed that beautiful lip, aggressively, prying it open. Lips and teeth, possessive across everything.

Riddle did not refuse, following Voldemort's movements, stretched out his hand to hook Voldemort's neck, and inserted his fingertips along the back of Voldemort's neck into Voldemort's silk hair, which was also as black as midnight, which had the same touch as black satin , slightly cool and creamy, you want to rub it with your fingertips, never forget this addictive touch.

This kind of action always pokes the cuteness of the ladies. The young female Aurors watching the show on the other side almost screamed loudly and fell down clutching their chests, as if seeing the latest star idol in the wizarding world.After all, almost all the ladies have fantasized about having a boyfriend who is gradually possessive, and when they occasionally peek at other gentlemen, they will embrace themselves and give them a possessive kiss.

There was no rhythm due to the kiss, and some no longer long and distant breath sprinkled on the other's face. The two stared at each other's eyes, the two pairs of scarlet pupils narrowed slightly, and the black eyelashes covered the eyes. The cover-up makes the scarlet color more blurred and untouchable, making it a little more difficult to peek at the other party's reality.

In the end, Voldemort suddenly curled the corners of his lips slightly, and began to tighten his arms around Riddle's waist, viciously snatching the remaining oxygen in Riddle's lungs, which made Riddle's cheeks flush with crimson, Not breathing well.Riddle raised his eyebrows, he didn't even bother to break away from Voldemort's arm, and directly bit Voldemort's lip with his sharp canine teeth.

The effect of this action is very obvious, Voldemort let go of Riddle's lips, but the latter did not let go, Riddle slightly stood on tiptoe and perched on Voldemort's body, stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of Voldemort's lips very intimately. The blood stains, as if tasting some wonderful Ceylon highland black tea.

On the other hand, Voldemort seemed to like the touch of the uvula very much, and he had no intention of avoiding it. His fingers also began to slid restlessly into Riddle's waist, going down the smooth ridge line, seemingly inadvertently lingering on the tailbone. end.

And suddenly, the two met each other's pupils, and the two seemed to communicate something silently, which was something that others could not detect, and only belonged to the language and content of the two.

In an instant, they let go of each other, and the corners of the lips of the two people who looked at each other raised a higher arc, laughing wildly and overturning all living beings, as if they were holding a sharp knife to make a puppet for the poor doll. The child who had the operation was also like a teenager who was satisfied with the result after a successful prank.

God knows why, when Voldemort and Riddle were alone talking they would be childish, terribly stubborn.

This made Riddle a little dumbfounded every time, but this tone was much more cordial than Voldemort, who had a fake smile and a charming personality. After all, this was the unpretentious self.

This made Riddle heave a sigh of relief and straighten his body. With his usual smile on his face, he walked two steps forward as the announcement of the re-opening of the court was heard, and walked to Voldemort's side to touch his shoulder slightly.

"How about we go to a Muggle village for a party tonight? Haven't played in a long time."

"Of course, that would be a good idea. I think Miss Bellacritus would like it. He hasn't been very quiet recently. Maybe she needs an outlet to vent her dissatisfaction with her marriage."

"And don't forget about our werewolves, you know, our little petty demands of killing Muggles that we promised them."

The court reopened, and Ms. Adeline's expression became more serious. It seemed that he had a fresh memory of watching it carefully.No matter where it is, it is a very serious crime to torture in private, especially to a 16-year-old boy.

"I think, Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Moody, can you give a reasonable explanation for it?"

And Dumbledore smiled softly and warmly as always, and blinked his blue eyes behind the glasses.

"Ms. Adeline, I think but this little Mr. Riddle is 16 years old and a wizard, he's just a dark magic item. Presumably he's not protected by law, and it's one that's forbidden to make."

At a very appropriate time, Moody uploaded several materials to Adeline. The materials did not mention the Horcrux, but only vaguely classified Riddle as a life form produced by black magic mixed with alchemy. Del is positioned as an item rather than a person's data.In this way, the crime of lynching Riddle was beautifully avoided, just like the house elf was never protected by the law. Tearing a page out of my diary makes no difference.

"In itself, we Aurors have the right to directly destroy this black magic item, aha, now that he is still alive, we are merciful enough, Ms. Adeline." Moody shrugged completely unaware that he had done anything wrong, but seemed to be His gift, so Riddle is still alive and well.

"If you say that, this black magic item of mine is Voldemort's private property. It was made by him and every inch of it, including the soul, belongs to him. Then, it's like being in a bad mood, tearing up the paper on the history of magic at hand, of course. Not guilty, but what if the History of Magic paper belonged to someone else?"

Riddle, who has never spoken, took the end of Moody's words insincerely. In fact, it was not that he didn't want to participate in the period, but himself. This trial is to see whose lies are more beautiful and seamless.Therefore, in this kind of trial full of lies, Riddle, who just put his hand on the Wizarding Code and swore that everything he said this time is true, chose to remain silent most of the time and hand everything over to Voldemort, although that There is no mandatory oath spell in the oath, but after all, the wizard's language has magic power, and you must always be responsible for everything you say.

So, at this moment, Riddle leaned on the back of the chair behind him, folded his hands on his chest, and only opened his mouth quietly when he confirmed that every word in this sentence was not a lie.

He still hesitated to say such words, admitting so bluntly that he was just an item would not make him feel at ease.Especially after experiencing the period of near despair in the Horcrux, experiencing everything like going through the prehistoric wilderness, and finally being killed by the great golden boy.When such a precious thing in rebirth befalls me, I believe that I am just an object, not a real wizard, and will be able to strip away the hope of a new life, and will freely give up by the side of the main soul, resigned His subordinates tried every means and tried their best to use methods he could not see clearly to lead him not so desperate to destruction.

Why this is done, I don't know.Merlin knew why he did this.

I just don’t know why, I want to accompany a certain person wholeheartedly, no matter whether the mistake is joyful or sad, no matter whether the ending is destruction or eternal life, I just follow behind him.

that's it.Although more ridiculous.

The author has something to say: on the 23rd, I don’t know if the sun will rise as usual. —w—

chapter.40 party

[If I give all I have to the poor, and give my life to be burned, but have no love, it will profit me nothing.]

[Andthough Ibestowallmygoodstofeedthepoor, andthoughIgivemybodytotheburned, buthavenotlove, itprofitsmenothing.]

Suddenly, he felt that he was starting to be ridiculous again. For this reason, Riddle closed his eyes, pressed his fingertips on the center of his brow and rubbed it lightly.Some don't want to hear any voices, any words about this trial arouse his desire to vomit, the smell of those lies is extremely unpleasant, like dust pushed between the cracks of the tile floor, it seems that it is not It's conspicuous and dirty, but doesn't stand up to the scrutiny of cleaning.

I want to close all three views and settle something quietly.Don't think, don't listen, don't talk.To achieve this, for a person like Riddle, whose nature is not very peaceful and indifferent, and has a hint of destruction, it is not an easy thing to do.

However, when Riddle opened his eyes and was shocked to find that the time was accidentally lost, there was no life in the courtroom, the crowd had dispersed, and the gavel carved with thorns and flowers had been returned to the box. The Wizarding Codex has been closed, and the gilt-printed headings on the cover are mottled by the light of a few magic lamps, making the entire courtroom look empty and lonely.

Voldemort in front of Riddle seemed to have been waiting for him quietly for a long time, with his back to Riddle, facing the one hanging directly above the court, Voldemort seemed to be admiring it with great interest, this high-grade oak carved symbol of justice and fairness unicorn.It caused Riddle to get up and walk behind Voldemort, and also looked up at the unicorn carving.

It was a good carving, the color of the oak log, without any holy silver glitter paint, maintaining the original color of the log, but vividly expressing the charm of the unicorn.

It used the most mediocre carving technique, using only simple tools, leaning on the ravines to carve the slightly raised front hooves, and the horse's neck was slightly sideways, revealing the smooth but powerful neck muscles , following the movement of the unicorn's head swinging, the flying mane, the sharp unicorn that spins upwards and pierces the sky, the seemingly calm and soft sculpture does reveal a kind of inner strength, the seemingly solid back immediately It is the desire to grow and grow huge white wings that can cover the sky, breaking through the various terms of the world and soaring into the sky.

"In Greek mythology, Dadeiros, the unparalleled craftsman in the world, carved a pair of wings made of wax and could fly. Icarus used it to fly to the sun. The myth satirized his ignorance and self-consciousness. I know. But how many people saw that Icarus ran to the sun, at the cost of his life? A little ridiculous but commendable courage?"

Voldemort didn't look back, and it was easy to see that Riddle was half an arm behind him on the right. Voldemort spoke a story that he had heard a long time ago with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"There are always some people who can break through all kinds of rules, and stand on the top of the sky with their own wings." Riddle curled his lips.The life of Icarus is very subtle. He is a very great sculptor, because when the previous sculptors carved stone statues, they would let the stone statues close their eyes, with their hands attached to their legs and body, unable to hang down.And he was the first to carve a stone statue with open eyes, making the stone statue embrace the sky with its hands and spread its legs.For this reason, it has been appreciated and admired by most people.

However, such a person killed his apprentice out of jealousy after he possessed achievements and talents far beyond his own.was finally judged.

"However, humans are always a selfish and sinfully presumptuous species, like it."

Voldemort turned and pinched the neck of his erection, the one Riddle had given him for Christmas.Feather Serpent's soul stone shook slightly.

"Before they emerged, they were slaughtered as a huge threat."

"Hide your edge and your wings until you are strong enough. That's not difficult, is it?"

"of course."

"Let's go, go home."

"Any suggestions for where we'll meet up tonight?"

"How about throwing a dice?"

Finally, when night fell, in response to the call of the Dark Lord, the Death Eaters happily apparated and gathered in the ancient town of Castle Combe, where they began their carnival to slaughter Muggles.

The hiding place where the werewolves gather here is not far away, it is a convenient place to start, but you must know that this place is really the place that Riddle took a dice and still decided on the map. I don't know what the Death Eaters will do. impressions.

For nearly four or five months, Voldemort did not lead them to such a gathering. For this reason, the masked Death Eaters readily knelt down and kissed Voldemort's black robe cape, and sneaked into the ancient town under Voldemort's arrangement.And for the group of werewolves who were about to move, their sharp canine teeth had already pierced their lips, and the gray wolf hairs had spread along their necks and finally flooded. For the residents of the town, this full moon is really unfortunate.

What's subtle is that after getting Voldemort's permission, they seemed to be the leader, a werewolf with snow-white stripes on his chest, standing behind Voldemort, leaning against the trunk of the white ginkgo tree, almost non-existent, almost Riddle, who was hiding in the shadows, knelt on one knee and saluted solemnly. His actions brought the dozen or so werewolves behind him to curtsey as well, although they didn't quite understand the leader's intention.

For this reason, Riddle seemed a little helpless, and almost had a childish toothache expression on his face again, because he didn't want to let himself have the right to command anything. After all, although Voldemort trusted him, he was still suspicious by nature. Leitling people.It is their code to nip threats in their infancy.

Seeing that the werewolf didn't seem to get up, Riddle touched the tip of his nose, stood up straight, walked up to the werewolf with white stripes, reached out and patted the top of the werewolf's head, the wolf's hair was not thorny, although it was not soft, it was so soft. It is a kind of tactile feeling that reveals rigidity, ungroupable and distinct, revealing aloofness.

"Go. Brooklyn. Tonight is yours and the lives lost in sacrifice to darkness."

And the werewolf whom Riddle called Brooklyn raised his head towards the sky and screamed at the moon, bringing the harmony of dozens of werewolves behind him.The trembling howl of the wolf pronounced the inescapability of the prey.They stood up and swiftly flashed into the blackness.Sure enough, it is also a creature of the night.

When Riddle looked up, he naturally met Voldemort's gaze.Although there was no doubt in the past, the gaze naturally needed an explanation from Riddle.

"It's nothing. His daughter, I sent it to Miss Annina. It's a lovely little girl."

That was something that Remus had suddenly asked for before. Compared to Voldemort, Riddle seemed to be more negotiable and familiar with him, so Remus chose to ask Riddle.

That night, Riddle followed Remus to the valley where werewolves gathered and hid, a little girl with a high fever.Probably just a teenager.He called Brooklyn Dad, the lord of the wolves, his voice became hoarse due to the high fever, but he couldn't hide the milky sound that hadn't subsided in his voice.

But it seems that this little girl has no blood relationship with Brooklyn, because it is too obvious, the little girl has red hair and brown eyes, and Brooklyn is an authentic Scottish man with chestnut hair.

Brooklyn’s explanation for this is that plots always happen in various places. The probable reason is that the little girl is a mixed race, and because of her violent magic power, she was regarded as a different kind by the village. Burned to death on the wooden tower, Brooklyn did not come to the first aid, but snatched the little girl back from the hands of ignorant villagers.

And gave him the same name as the girl in the fairy tale. — Alice.

"So, Diary, you pity this little girl?" Voldemort glanced sideways at Riddle behind him with a half-smile.

"Poor? How could it be? Voldy, you really know how to joke. After knowing what happened at the time, I naturally understood that this little girl is just like a wolf potion to catch the leader of the werewolf. So I promised Brooklyn to give him this Although the adopted daughter is not rich, she has a good life. She sent him to Armstrong to go to school when she was 12 years old."

The night wind poured into the corner of the robe, making Riddle, who is not in good health now, feel a little cold in his hands and feet. Although he has always liked the cool touch of the night wind blowing over his neck, in order not to catch a shameful cold, he stretched out his hand and put it on. He put on the hood of the black robe, and stuck the sheet metal snake-shaped buckle on the mouth of the hat to prevent the hood from slipping off.

Voldemort saw Riddle put on the hood and moved his mouth, and a silent and staffless warming spell hovered around Riddle, insulating him from the cold.Wei Wei took half a step in Riddle's direction without leaving a trace, blocking most of the night wind with her body, and hiding Riddle in her own shadow.

Riddle saw this movement, he straightened his body again, left the century-old ginkgo tree trunk, took a few steps forward, and stretched his hands through Voldemort's drooping legs on both sides. Arms wrapped around Voldemort's waist, like a midnight cat coquettishly begging for a hug, and pressed its cheek against Voldemort's back.

Voldemort, who never allowed anyone behind him, abnormally did not shake off Riddle, it probably came from the mutual attraction of the same body in the soul, which calmed Voldemort's anxiety about the presence of another living body behind him.For this reason, Voldemort raised his hand to hold the hand around his waist, fingers interlocked, and Voldemort transferred his body heat to Riddle whose fingertips were cold behind him.

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chapter.41 concerto

["Death, where is your power to overcome? Death, where is your sting? The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. Thank God that we have the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.] "(Chapter 15 of [-] Corinthians of the New Testament)]

[Where, Odeath, is your victoryWhere, Odeath, is yourstingThestingofdeathissin, and.

In fact, simply being a bargaining chip is not enough for Riddle to personally arrange a little girl's life or even her future studies.

How can a werewolf leader have such a fragile weakness, that's a bad thing.The first choice should have been to let the little girl die of high fever from pneumonia.

However, when Riddle was about to secretly poison the little girl to death without a trace, making her die of a natural illness.The little girl named Alice grabbed the corner of Riddle's black robe.

She smiled at Riddle, her brown transparent zircon eyes formed a beautiful crescent shape because of her smile, and the corners of her mouth turned up, causing two small dimples to appear on her cheeks, she said.

"Sir, please don't kill Dad and brother Lupine. If you want to kill someone, please kill me. Because Alice doesn't want to lose Dad and brother Lupine, so Alice thought about it, then lose yourself."

When he just started negotiating with the werewolves, Riddle, who had just returned from the Isle of Wight, accompanied Lupine to this hidden valley once.At that time, Riddle was holding Voldemort's wand, which was truly a wand that could perfectly match his own spells to exert the maximum power.That time, with the precise attack and the perfectly coordinated binding spell, Riddle, who had no sense of existence, suddenly slaughtered a few werewolves who were ready to move and were unwilling to be controlled by others, and used his sharp blade-like actions to look down upon the race he considered despicable.

Obviously, that time Riddle's image penetrated into the little girl's heart, as if his arrival was to bring killing.The little girl who understands in this way has no fear in her eyes, she is relieved only to repay her kindness.

It was this childish sentence that made Riddle decide to keep her.Because Riddle is actually very curious about why two people who have no blood relationship can pay for each other without compensation or even sacrifice their precious lives so casually.

That was something he, Riddle, wanted to figure out so much.

For this reason, he personally went to the orphanage, sent Alice there, and gave Miss Annina a sum of pounds enough to take care of Alice until she became an adult.Annina is a qualified and careful girl, and it is the best choice for Alice who is sick to be handed over to him.And brought Brooklyn here.

Brooklyn was very moved by this, and he did something that surprised him. He dedicated all his loyalty to a 16-year-old boy.After all, when he took this little girl with him, he always felt ashamed of her.A werewolf's life is always in the shadows and adrift.Be careful not to hurt his Alice when the moon is full.The life Riddle arranged for Alice would be a more suitable choice than following her.

"Sa...what the hell is love? It's so confusing."

Riddle, attached to Voldemort's back, muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

Except for a few cries of blood from the startled black bird, no one answered his question.

"By the way, Voldy, what's the result of the trial?"

Riddle suddenly remembered that he had passed the verdict of the finale of the trial in a trance.For this reason, he raised his head subconsciously, and his small chin obviously touched Voldemort's shoulder blades. He grabbed Riddle's wrist, untied him from his waist, pulled him out from behind, and took him into his arms. , and for the answer to Riddle's question, Voldemort hooked the corner of his mouth with a smirk.There was no tone in the words, obviously he was not very satisfied with the result.

"Moody is suspended."

"That's it, but it's okay. The impact has become very considerable, hasn't it?" Riddle leaned his head sideways on Voldemort's arms, and the steady heartbeat could be heard clearly.Tomorrow's Morning Prophet's headlines will be brilliant.Prior to this, Senior Abraxas had already delivered various evidences, edited the memories and handed them over to the infinitely charming female reporter of the Morning Prophet.Her magnificent screenwriting ability is very daunting.

【-1937年8月17号夜22点58分属于黑魔王的协奏曲序章。—循环曲。】

Castle Combe is located in the lower reaches of the Black Valley. It is an ancient town hidden in a small canyon with a long history.

The black devil had to admit that the town in the dark was a very charming place.

There is only one curved small street embedded with stone slabs in the whole town. On both sides of the road are medieval English-style stone houses, immersed in the night with black tiles and cream-yellow walls. They are consistent and elegant in style.These stone houses and traditions are well preserved and passed down by local residents.

At the end of the street, there is a stream passing through, not panting, it is smooth and comfortable water, and there seem to be mottled white sleeping ducks floating on it, they put their flat beaks under the warm wings, sleeping serenity.The serenity and elegance of the British country gentry seem to be able to travel through time and bring the thoughts of the rulers here 500 years ago, and impress others.

【-1937年8月17号夜23点13分属于黑魔王的协奏曲第一乐章。—奏鸣曲式。】

However, as a green scorching light pierced the sky of the small town, the connection with the tranquility of a hundred years ago seemed to be suddenly cut off by a sharp and invisible dagger, and that tranquility suddenly seemed to disappear in the sky. The snow under the scorching sun quickly disappeared without leaving a trace.

Life is harvested by the flickering green light, the black corner of the robe absorbs the redness of blood, and the mask with gold as the base and silver line as the border becomes the agent of death.The razor-sharp teeth of the wolves easily tore the fragile throat of the human being, and the blood sprayed out first, with a bright red color.The sharp claws threw away the soft and slippery internal organs of the chest and rolled down. They danced on the ground, mixed with finely divided sand, and finally became as stiff as a stone.

【-1937年8月17号夜00点07分属于黑魔王的协奏曲第二乐章。—行板。】

Compassion has been dissipated and lost, and the bottom line has been swallowed by madness. The absolute chance of victory, the absolute power, disperses reason with a charming taste.

The murderer laughed wildly, stepped on his father's head with his tall dragon leather riding boots, and commanded and bewitched his children with a hoarse voice.

Please kill your mother with your own hands, and the murderer will let your father go.

I, the murderer, give you a little hope, please feed me more despair, so that I can get more joy.

The lycanthropist screamed, his strong muscles and sharp claws shattered everything, his stumps were everywhere, scarlet was splashing into frost.

Hunting is a lycanthropist's natural instinct, he, she, or it.

I, the lycanthropist, will bestow upon you a swift and joyful death, and your dead soul is the nectar that floods the fields, calming the madness that the moonrise brings to me.

【-1937年8月17号夜01点37分属于黑魔王的协奏曲第三乐章—小步舞曲。】

The sky was grayed out by the burning flames, and the moonlight in the ancient town seemed to have been stained and dirty.The bright silver was plated with crimson, outlining a magnificent pattern of scarlet.

There were groans, cries, screams, the crackling of flames licking wooden furniture.The smell of blood is mixed with the roses in the town, transforming into a strange sweetness.

Sound, color, shadow, including the smell of wind.

That is extremely intoxicating, about the beauty of killing.

Like a beautiful lady who accompanies you on the dance floor, her hair exudes the fragrance of poppies, and the red skirt embroidered with gray and white piping lace sways with the dance steps, tantalizing people's hearts.

Nostalgic.

【-1937年8月17号夜03点13分属于黑魔王的协奏曲终曲。终曲。—回旋奏鸣。】

The milk-yellow stone wall has been licked by the flames into obscurity, the calm stream has been dyed cherry-colored by the boy who fell off the wooden bridge, the white duck has fallen into an eternal sleep, and the ancient town has returned to tranquility.

The black king walked slowly along the only road across the ancient town, his black robe swept across the fresh dark red carpet tightly hugging the stone steps, and he walked into the kneeling circle of disciples under his command.

The black king raised his hand as if showing a new prince's mansion, drew a half circle in front of him, and finally landed his fingertips in front of the person behind him.

It seemed that his shoulder blades had burst out a pair of wings burning with black flames.Made of piled bones, his throne above the sky has been built, and the crown of the coiled feathered serpent inlaid with silver emeralds has been forged for him.

"My Diary, do you hear it? The sound of death's fluttering wings."

The sharp fangs seemed to have protruded from his lips, and the bony wings seemed to pierce through the clothes on his back, stretching openly, with a rattling sound.

The red-eyed monster put its hand between the king's and clenched it tightly, and climbed up the steps step by step.Smiling perversely at the king.

"Naturally, Voldy. It's an enchanting sound."

[The crimson curtain has come down, and the magic lights on the stage have dimmed. 】

[The corners of the black robe have soaked in fishy sweetness, and the white feathers have scattered all over the sky.The conductor and composer have hugged and kissed each other, the singer has fallen asleep on the stage, and the luthier and drummer have left the stage.The slender hands were scattered on the edge of the harp, and the gray eyeballs that had peeled off for a long time were hidden under the podium, and the blood rolled and spread along the cracks in the wooden floor until it was dark. 】

[The ghosts of Fort Combe wish you sleepless night. 】

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chapter.42 Embrace

[A quiet hug is a thousand words to an unhappy heart. ]

[——Asilenthug means thousands and words to the happy heart.]

That night, or that morning when they returned to the Dark Lord's manor, the magical clock had turned to