[HP] Squib Prince

"Good morning, Brian! What a terrible day isn't it?"

"That's right." The tall and thin young man locked the door with a key and checked it out. Then he looked at his energetic neighbor and said with a gentle smile, "The weather in London is always like this." He then looked up. Looking at the gloomy sky, he tightened his black cashmere coat.

"Then I'll go first, see you later." The young man shook the key in his hand towards the neighbor, and then walked out slowly under the neighbor's gaze.

"What a good guy." The neighbor looked at the tall and straight figure of the young man and said with emotion.The young man named "Brian" had just moved in a year ago to work at a university.And in his spare time, he still insists on doing volunteer work in the orphanage every weekend.There are not many young people like him these days.

Of course, Brian didn't know what his neighbors thought of him. At this time, he was surrounded by children from the orphanage, sweating profusely.Here a little boy with blond hair grabbed Brian's trousers and asked loudly, "Brother Brian, what game are you playing today?" There were a few more trying to climb up Brian's back, and some couldn't get in. The child's eyes were red and he stretched out his hand for a hug.Although Brian likes children, he is at a loss for what to do every time he comes to the orphanage.

Brian helplessly rubbed the head of the little boy who asked the question at the beginning, then picked up the child who was crawling on his back, and stretched out one hand to hug the little girl who was about to cry, before asking for help He looked at the director of the orphanage who was leaning aside to watch the excitement.

The dean watched the joke for a while, then walked over with a smile and said, "Our Brian is always so popular."

Brian smiled wryly and wanted to push his glasses, but found that he couldn't free his hands at all, so he had to look at the gloating dean again.

"Okay, kids." The dean clapped his hands and said loudly, "Brother Brian brought a gift, don't you want to go in and see what it is?"

As soon as the dean's words came out, the children who had been surrounding Brian fell silent, and then ran into the house cheering.Even the little girl in Brian's arms was eager to try, so Brian had to let him down, and then watched the little girl run in crookedly.

Brian shook his head, then straightened his clothes and hair, and instantly returned to that gentle and polite British gentleman.

"It seems that you are in a good state of mind. Haven't you had those dreams recently?"

Brian habitually pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, nodded and said, "Not really, but I still seem to be able to see some weird things."

Hearing this, the dean frowned and persuaded: "Although I have a license, I am not a professional to do this after all. You really don't need to find a psychiatrist?"

Brian looked at the worried look of the other party and smiled gently: "It doesn't have any effect, it's just some hallucinations. If it doesn't affect normal life, it doesn't matter. Besides, I also have a degree in psychology."

Hearing what Brian said, the dean sneered: "Your degree specializing in brain nerves? It's not in the same direction at all." He said, his expression became serious again, "Besides, I always have the same bizarre nightmare over and over again. It's not always a good thing, and I insist that psychological counseling is necessary."

Brian didn't take it seriously and just waved his hand.Seeing him like this, the dean had no choice but to give up.They have known each other for seven or eight years, and he has seen the stubbornness of his old friend for a long time. Moreover, this situation is indeed not a day or two, so it is useless to persuade him now.

The two put this topic aside and walked into the room one after the other, and there was laughter again in the room.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when Brian came out of the orphanage.Winter in London is always gloomy, not to mention, it gets dark very early.But at four o'clock in the afternoon, it was almost dark.A gust of wind blew past, causing passers-by on the road to tighten their clothes and quicken their pace.

Brian looked at the sky, for some reason, he was a little nervous.He has hated the night since he was a child, and he must stay at home when it gets dark, otherwise he feels very insecure.It's always been like this, but even more so today.Thinking so, Brian decided to take a shortcut and go back.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley, Brian heard some strange sounds, like the sound of air friction mixed with the movement of people's footsteps, and the whole alley looked particularly distorted, as if he had entered another space.He smiled self-deprecatingly, he had encountered this situation not once or twice, but every time others told him that he was wrong, and he had learned to ignore these illusions.Only this time, things seemed different.

As he walked deeper into the alley, those voices became more and more obvious, and Brian even heard a few indistinct shouts.The previous hallucinations were often fleeting, but somehow they were so real today. Brian frowned and thought to himself, "It seems that I really need to see a psychiatrist."

After walking a few steps forward, the scene in front of him froze even a calm person like Brian, his eyes widened in horror.

A man in a cloak held a wooden stick and muttered words, and then a fantasy scene appeared. The wooden stick emitted a red light visible to the naked eye, and the red light was shooting at another black-haired man in ordinary clothes.The young man seemed to be injured, and his movements were obviously a little sluggish, but he dodged it anyway, and then mercilessly hit back with a wooden stick.The man in the cloak didn't dodge, and Brian heard a muffled groan, followed by the smell of blood.

The two people who were fighting obviously also saw the poor man who strayed into the battlefield.Before the young man could react, the man who had just been hit by the beam pointed at Brian with the wooden stick in his hand.

"A lackey of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Brian clenched his fists secretly, and the tingling from his nails told him that all this was obviously not an illusion.But it's true, even if he has a little bit of fantasy, he can't see, hear, and smell all at the same time, right?It's just that Brian really didn't understand what this man said. When he was still at a loss, he heard the man affirming in a hoarse voice: "Hmph, lowly Muggle!" A green light came towards Brian.

Faintly he heard something like "Avada".Looking at the bleak green light, Brian suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he couldn't help avoiding it to the side.Fortunately, although Brian looked frail, he didn't neglect exercise and was agile enough. The green light passed by his shoulder and hit the ground behind him.Brian looked back subconsciously, and there was a hole in the ground, and there was still smoke.This scene really terrified Brian.

Taking advantage of Brian's successful dodge and the moment when the man in the cloak was distracted, the black-haired youth hit the opponent again, and it was also a green light. That person was not as lucky as Brian, and he didn't even make a sound. fell down.

When Brian saw the man fell down, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and his heart was beating like a drum. He tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down a little, and then looked at the black-haired young man tremblingly, thanking that he was not shot by the green light. At the same time, he was afraid of what this black-haired young man would do to him.Although he had tried his best to calm himself down and come up with countermeasures, just letting the black-haired young man give him a cold look was enough to freeze a good young man like him who had never experienced life and death.

Brian raised his hands to show that he was not carrying any weapons, then tried to adjust his facial expression, and asked cautiously in a discussing tone: "Sir, I just entered by mistake, I just pretended not to see your personal grievances, Do you think I can go?"

The black-haired young man had half-length hair, sallow skin, a thin face, a tall hooked nose, and a gloomy expression, which really couldn't make people feel good.Especially in such a gloomy alley, with the suspected corpse behind him, it was a vampire who had just sucked human blood.

"I assume that with your courage and skill, you don't need to be so humble."

Brian was taken aback by the black-haired young man's deep and silky voice at first, and then he understood the other party's naked sarcasm, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.This sarcasm was not malicious at all, but instead carried a hint of warning, as if telling him not to be so bold in the future.

Brian now confirmed that the other party didn't seem to have any plans for him, and said with a good-tempered smile: "Thank you for your concern. I think you seem to be injured. Is there anything you need help with?"

The already gloomy complexion of the black-haired young man turned black after Brian finished speaking. He seemed completely unaware that there were such people in the world who couldn't figure out the situation.

"I thought Your Excellency should take more care of yourself." The young man crossed his arms and cast a malicious glance at the person or corpse still lying on the ground.

When Brian was reminded by the other party, the scene that had just been left behind resurfaced in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but turn pale, and then forced a smile: "If you really want to do something, I can't escape. Besides, I believe You are not killing innocent people indiscriminately."

The black-haired young man just folded his arms and looked at Brian coldly. He obviously didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.His facial expression showed that the man was in a state of extreme impatience.

Brian is not a person without winks either. He looked at the other party's obviously unfriendly attitude, raised his hands innocently, and said, "I'm leaving now, I wish you good luck!"

With that said, he turned and left, still debating whether to call the police.It's just such an unimaginable way of killing people, even if he said it, no one would believe it.If the scene wasn't too weird and the other party seemed difficult to get along with, he was really curious about the way they fought.

Although Brian turned and left, he always felt that the man was staring at him thoughtfully, which made his steps a little stiff.It's just that he hadn't taken a few steps before he heard the phrase "everything is forgotten".Although Brian tried to dodge, but this time he was not as lucky as before. He felt a strange energy penetrate into his body, and then he fell into a trance.

"It's so strange," Brian rubbed his short hair, and said to himself as he walked away, "Why did you spend so long in the alley?" Tucking the shirt back into the shirt, he pushed his glasses in a daze, and walked out of the alley quickly.

Brian didn't notice a black-haired young man staring at his back with a serious face in the corner.

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