[HP]Helen Pan

Chapter123

I woke up again because I felt something hot on my face, and the hot and humid breath sprayed on my neck, which was extremely itchy.Opening his eyes, he found that Lester was drinking slowly with a bag of blood plasma that he did not know where he got, his brows were slightly frowned, showing his disgust for what he had in his hand.When Alexander saw that I woke up, he stopped rubbing his nose against me. He took a step back and looked at me while flicking his tail. There seemed to be some pity in his dark eyes.I tried to move, but found that the spell had spread even more while I slept, and now even the fingertips of my right hand were a little dull.

"I'm going to die." I struggled for a while, and squeezed out these few words vaguely from my throat.

"Endure it." Without looking back, Lester drank the last mouthful of blood in the bag, stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, "You won't die for a while, your body is very tenacious."

My... body... is tenacious?

"Hasn't your body always been resistant to magic?" Lester sat on the spot, looking up at the sky above the cemetery divided by weird, jagged branches, and then took a deep breath, "This is from The resistance of the blood."

"So you mean I'm resistant to the Dark Arts?" I was inspired by Lester's statement, and suddenly remembered the severe allergic reactions I had when I first entered Hogwarts.If I remember correctly, from the way Alec swung his wand at that time, the black magic that hit me was absolutely fatal.

"Yes." Lester nodded, his tone seemed regretful, "But after so many years, your blood is too thin."

"When you remind me like this, I feel that you are encouraging me to die." I looked sideways at Lester's fair and noble profile, and the profile of that beautiful face edited by the night looked very unpredictable.

"I'm just curious. I want to see how much power the blood can have when it's so thin." Speaking of Lester, he took two steps towards me, and Alexander immediately walked around me uneasy , so he stopped walking and gracefully put his hands behind his back, his lips slightly lifted to reveal the white fangs behind his mouth as he spoke, "Can you let your pony go away?"

When Lester threw me at the door of the Burrow, I felt like a discarded sack and brushed the ground fiercely, so when the Weasleys opened the door and came out, I raised my head and spit out a mouthful of ashes. It's really embarrassing to look like mud.

"Oh, my God! What's the matter with you?" Mrs. Weasley was a little fat in her old age. When she ran up, she covered the orange light from the door frame, and the shadow vaguely surrounded me. Inside, but it makes people feel extra safe.I was quickly moved into the room, and when the heat inside saw me, the expression on his face was both shocked and strange.

"So you were attacked by your uncle?" Hermione asked as she brought a small bottle of green smoking potion to my mouth.

I squeezed my nose and drank the bottle of suspicious gray mucus that was bubbling. I felt a stable breath spreading from my stomach, which relieved the hot and anxious feeling in my whole body, and I was greatly relieved. in one breath.

"Yes." After lying still for a while, I said, "I found him in my house when I got home. Michael and I accidentally ruined, uh, his so-called 'master'—" said When the master said those two words, I pronounced them with extra force, full of irony, "——'s horcrux, so he felt that he had to kill me to pay homage to that horcrux."

When the word Horcrux came out of my mouth, the expressions of the people in the room changed obviously. Moody's prosthetic eye turned quickly in the eye socket, but the good eye kept staring at him tightly. I.

"So you singled out a Death Eater?" George and Fred sang an enthusiastic duet beside them, and you could hear the meaning of 'nice job' in their tone.

"Hmm..." Hermione sat on the edge of the bed with a somewhat embarrassed expression. She held my hand and hesitated to speak, as if she wanted to comfort me but couldn't find the right words.

"It's okay." I tried my best to gather my numb fingertips and held her hand, "I've already prepared my mind. He hurt a lot of people, and it's time to pay the price."

"Then, how do you explain that you are here?" Sirius, who had been standing in the shadows, slowly came out, the light shining on his thin cheeks looked a bit stern.

"My godfather brought me here, he said you can save me." I said frankly.

"Godfather?" Harry was a little surprised.

"Yeah." I nodded, "You all know him, it's Lester." I thought about it, and it seemed that there was no need to hide my relationship with Lester, "I think you probably know his identity." Then, I glanced at Sirius, his eyebrows moved, as if surprised.

"Professor Lester?" Hermione looked surprised.

I tried my best to smile, and said, "That's why I've been pressured into grading so many history of magic homework." The current atmosphere seemed to be very harmonious, so I licked my lips and asked, "It seems that I have ruined Can you allow me to join you for the sake of having a horcrux that can’t be turned back?” I introduced myself, trying to make myself look confident and calm, “Actually, I’m still very strong. I know black magic, and you’ve seen it too. I was supposed to die from the spell on me."

Yes, I am still strong.At least, black magic can't kill me instantly.

"Michael was taken away by them." I stared at the people around me, not knowing what they were thinking but I knew what I should do, "I promised his mother, I must bring him back. Our purpose is the same Yes, only when that person dies can we all live in peace."

After that night, although I was not officially admitted to the Order of the Phoenix, I was allowed to officially live at the Burrow, and I shared a room with Ginny and Hermione.My body recovered quickly, but when I wanted to go out, I was very restricted.The grown-ups always treated us like children and left us at the Burrow, and they were always elusive, but most of the time, at least two of us stayed with Harry, protecting him extremely closely.But at this time, I always vaguely feel that they are wary of me.

"How many Horcruxes do you think Voldemort has?" I asked Hermione while I was eating.Michael and I destroyed one by accident, and Harry and I destroyed the notebook in second year, so Voldemort has now lost at least two Horcruxes.

"I don't know..." Hermione stopped chewing and met Harry's eyes.

"Dumbledore only said that the only way to kill Voldemort is to destroy all the Horcruxes to kill him." Under my gaze, Harry's eyes began to loosen and he said, "But how to destroy, or in total There are a few but did not say."

"Is that so?" I nodded, silently evaluating the credibility of my words.

Today's Daily Prophet reported that the Death Eaters had reappeared in the north last night, and the thick and ominous Dark Mark didn't dissipate until early morning.There is also a very eye-catching photo on the prominent position of the headline on the front page.I flipped through the photo back and forth. It was a photo of a building after it was set on fire. The charred brick walls, broken glass and messy debris on the ground made the whole picture look very shocking. Heard headlines - Death Eaters?Doomsday call?It looks very harmonious.

"The guys at the Ministry of Magic don't know what they're doing!" Harry glanced at the headline of the newspaper, then ate the bread in his hand, angrily.

Hermione patted Harry's arm reassuringly, then she gave me a smile and reached out to take the paper from me.I was about to give her the newspaper, but my eyes accidentally turned to the pedestrian who was in the lower right corner of the picture and just walked away, and then I saw the corner behind him...

"My God! It's Michael!" I said, dropping the fork in my hand and standing up, "I think I have to go out now!" Before everyone could react, he summoned Alexander to disappear from the living room of The Burrow.

The speed of the unicorn is beyond the speed of the broomstick, and I quickly lost Lupine and Tonks who were chasing from the Burrow.According to the report, I drove Alexander to appear in the small town in the north.Probably because of the shadow of the Dark Lord, the streets of the town were deserted.Because the town is not very big, I found the scene of the incident easily. The scorched buildings, broken signboards and the whispering wind created a solemn and strange atmosphere.I squatted down at the corner of the wall and took a closer look, and I was sure that the scorched mark was a mark left by Michael on purpose.This symbol is a sign of survival in the wild that I learned when I went to summer camp at school. I am sure that no wizard can make such a mark.

I fumbled along the corners all the way, afraid to miss any details, and finally I stopped in front of a trash can.I hesitated for a while, and finally reached in and took it out, and I was lucky to find that there was only one newspaper inside, which was from yesterday.I opened the newspaper and took a quick look, and found that there were a lot of messy lines drawn on it, but if you connect the letters drawn by those lines, it looks like...

Italian words!

God!That was really Michael's message to me.This recognition made me cry for a moment, as if a hanging heart had finally returned to its original position.This guy Michael is indeed a creature with stronger adaptability than mice and cockroaches!His being able to march with the other Death Eaters not only meant that he had gained Voldemort's trust, but it also proved that he was at least alive and well!

Thank God!

Laughing and crying, I stuffed the newspaper into my arms and called Alexander to drive in the direction of the Burrow.I needed a safe place to digest the messages Michael was giving me.

The author has something to say: =3=Love you guys, Michael has no prototype, the author just wants to write him as a blond boy with a baby face!

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