[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Explanation.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you curse the Boggart?" Harry asked curiously.

"That's my brother." He opened the diary, and Riddle's explanation appeared on it.

/ Boggarts themselves have no attack power, they cannot learn magic, and they cannot even learn to speak.You check your acacia wand to see if it still belongs to you. /

He gripped his wand, feeling the same resonance as ever.

"It doesn't change loyalties."

/Then I guessed right, you're not fighting a boggart, you're fighting yourself. /

"And myself? How is that possible?"

/You turned that boggart into your Horcrux. /

"But I didn't kill anyone, before it became Peter."

/I think since you let part of your life and part of your soul flow into my body, the integrity of your soul has been broken.It is very dangerous to make a Horcrux. Only a complete soul that has never been divided is the most stable. Your soul has lost its original state, and it becomes easy to flow.You can easily create Horcruxes unintentionally, just like my main soul.However, the experience brought to you by the time-turner may have given you a special ability. You can retrieve the fragments of your lost soul at will and let it re-merge with you.If it were me to take back my other soul, I would have to fundamentally negate what I had held on to in the past, which would be much harder.You didn't divide by murder though, maybe that's why you take them back so easily. /

"But if it's my Horcrux, can't I control it?"

/In theory, of course, unless the opponent uses brain defense to resist your control, but then you will know.The problem is, you don't want to control it. /

"I didn't even know I had the ability."

/ You know, you just pretend not to know. /

"How could my Horcrux take on the shape of my brother? Of course it's illogical."

/ The answer to this question is only known to you. /

He closed the diary, and an unspeakable shudder flowed through his heart.Could it be that part of his soul is exactly the same as his brother?

"Honestly," Harry muttered, "I suddenly feel that Dudley is quite a good cousin, at least he won't cast the Kelvin Curse on me."

My brother is not bad either.He said stubbornly to himself, turning over on the bed and burying his head in the pillow.Peter was a pretty good guy as long as he wasn't with him.

After the second day's class, he came to the top of the tower at the highest point of the school, where there was an open platform overlooking the school grounds and the Black Lake.Riddle leaned against the stone fence and looked at him with a smile, "If you vomit, I will be responsible for sending you to the medical wing."

"Based on my past experience, probably not." He took out the Snitch that Professor McGonagall gave him from his pocket, "What should I do?"

"Think about what you do when you face a Boggart, how you inject your soul into it."

"I didn't do anything." He stared at the Snitch.

"What were you thinking at the time?"

"Professor Lupine asked us to think about what we are most afraid of, and I thought of Peter."

"It seems that your longing for your brother made you successfully create a Horcrux." Riddle snickered, "Lovesickness is too painful, and I have to create my brother in my memory and give him a shape to relieve it. .”

"Fuck you." He tried to focus on the Snitch, to see if he could move himself in, and Riddle's words only upset him.

"I haven't thanked you for defending me yet," the other said suddenly. "Though I know you're defending yourself."

"Ok?"

"This must bother you, right? I noticed that your attitude towards Harry is very contradictory. You always want to protect him, but you are so determined to push him into difficult situations to train him. Do you think Let him avoid fighting, but you know that fighting is unavoidable, so he must learn to face it." Riddle said calmly, "The part of your soul that you deposit with me is your most altruistic side .In Dumbledore's view, this is love, which can give everything for other people. But in fact it is not."

He looked at the other party, with a premonition that what Riddle was about to say would be something he was very afraid of.

"Sometimes, I feel that Harry and I are very similar, very similar, but different. In addition to my similar childhood to him, maybe my soul film also played a role. The soul film you put here It proves my point that the soul piece has an influence on the host, although it is very weak." The other party turned around and looked at the black lake in the distance. "When your soul piece drives me to care for other people, to help them, I can feel the obvious difference between us. I'm strong, but you, Ender, you're too weak, it's none of your business Fighting ability, but your heart, you decide deep down that you are helpless and have been cornered. Your altruism is your way of protecting yourself, giving benefits to others, making them think that you are alive than you are dead If it is more useful, no one will attack you."

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't say a word.

"I have to say, this kind of thinking is very tempting, even I can hardly refuse. Those who have received my favor will protect me in order to protect their vested interests... It looks beautiful, but killing But your thinking is the same. If no one thinks that your life is a kind of protection for their interests, or even thinks that you are a threat, you have sentenced yourself to death." The other party sneered, "Death is the most incompetent Choice, but it is the most reasonable, only when you die can you stop threatening others. Your moral sense is driving you to kill yourself.”

"It's funny, isn't it? Your sense of morality was born to protect yourself, but when it takes shape and becomes part of your ego, it turns around and kills you. Like a lot of things in this world Rules were born to protect the majority of people, but over time, the rules became rigid and began to persecute most people. You can’t get rid of the oppression of this moral sense, you can only split your soul, which will be harmful to life Exhaust the part of me." The other person turned around, "Don't worry, I won't be confused by this level of morality."

He sighed, but was amused by the other party again, "You are really steadfast."

"If you have a surplus of conscience, you are welcome to deposit it with me, and I can bear it." Riddle laughed heartlessly, "I don't care if those people hate me, hate is the powerlessness of the weak to their own situation, The more they hate me, the stronger I am. I'm not afraid of their revenge, I'm not afraid of them playing tricks on me, because my strength is enough to crush them, and all their schemes are vulnerable to me."

He doesn't know how to refute the other party. The other party doesn't care about the things he cares about. Even if the other party can understand it, he can be calm.

"You are much safer than me. My horcruxes need to be protected one by one, otherwise they will be wiped out one by one. You can take back the soul piece at any time. If you can make it at any time, it is basically equivalent to No one can really kill you." Riddle held his hand holding the snitch, "Even if it's for yourself to survive, try hard."

He held his breath, thinking about the key points of making Horcruxes.Excluding the three-point experience brought by the time converter, he accidentally created Horcruxes twice, and the separated souls all have a core, which seems to be a certain structure that can support the self-operation of the soul piece.And this core, according to Riddle, is in conflict with his own being.Something he wanted to part from his soul, what could it be?

An answer jumped out instantly: Peter.

He shook his head vigorously.

However, even if he didn't want to admit it, the facts proved that Peter was still deep in his memory.But when he thought of his brother, he couldn't help shivering.

"Don't be afraid." Riddle's voice was like a reassurance, "Go and face your true self."

By now, he didn't have much memory of Peter left.His elder brother is a cruel person by nature. When he was young, both he and his sister were bullied by Peter.No one can guess Peter's mind. One moment he can say with a smile that he wants to be friends, but the next moment he can turn his back on him and even kill him.The adults didn't know what Peter was doing behind the scenes, maybe they knew, but they believed Peter's one-sided words and thought it was just a normal fight between children.But he knew otherwise, his brother hated him and wanted him dead, and the only thing stopping Peter was the law.If Peter killed him directly, it would leave a stain that would affect Peter's future prosperity.But the protection of the law will not last long, and one day Peter will figure out a way to kill him secretly and clear all the suspicions.

He bears no resemblance to Peter, he has always thought so.He didn't want to harm anyone, he didn't want anyone to die, and he didn't have Peter's ambitions.He knew that Peter's ultimate goal was to rule the entire world. When he left home, his elder brother had already used a pseudonym to accumulate political capital. Even his sister, who he thought could recognize Peter's true face like him, Also conquered by Peter's charm.And all he wanted was to find a place where no one would bother him, and live in peace.

is this real?

He remembered that when the Boggart appeared in Peter's form, he didn't move.He knew he was supposed to kill him, that it wasn't the real Peter, but he just couldn't do it.He wanted his brother's appearance to stay in his eyes for a while longer, and wanted the other party's voice to continue to linger in his ears, he was reluctant to let his brother leave his side.

He still remembers his brother's gentle smile at him in the Mirror of Erised.

Somewhere in his heart that refuses to accept, he likes his elder brother, likes the other party's unrestrained and reckless behavior, likes the other party's never succumbing to the pressure of the outside world, and then changes his style.He wants to be like Peter.

Riddle was right, he had a dirty little secret, an absolutely shady wish, that even though he did a lot of wrong, even though he didn't deserve forgiveness, didn't deserve happiness, even though everyone hated him, Even if he scolded him, he still wanted to live, to live freely.

The Snitch trembled in his hands, as if trying to break free.He let go, and the Snitch spread his wings and flew out from the top of the tower.

Just like the effect of a time converter, another picture appeared in front of his eyes.Next to the silent forest, the calm lake meanders until the end of the sight, and the hills rise slowly in the distance.He tried to turn around, and the black castle of Hogwarts broke into his vision, towering, cold, and the gray sky was empty.

"I succeeded!" He manipulated the Snitch to glide above the Black Lake, and saw his shining golden figure on the sparkling water.The giant squid emerged from the water, lazily waving its tentacles, and lightly landed on the top of the tentacles, changing the focus until the green pumpkins could be clearly seen outside Hagrid's hut.

"Would you like to throw up?" Riddle asked narrowly.

"No, the view is great. I like the speed." He flew the Snitch across the field quickly, skimming the dew-stained grass blades, rising steadily, past two dementors, from He flew in through the gate of the castle, and walked nimbly through the corridors.Some of the students saw him and tried to grab him, but the Snitch was faster and left them behind. "It's just that I need to practice focusing on two things at the same time. I'm afraid I will look like I'm distracted."

"It's okay, it's not very obvious. But what part of your soul did you put in the Snitch?"

"I think it's probably 'free'."

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 10

What happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts class was quickly replaced by new conversations, when the students stopped talking about his duel with the Boggart, and stopped thinking of Snape in the lace skirt as a secret joke. , all that was left was Snape's intensified bullying of Neville.

"Oh, Professor Snape gave me another T." Neville sat down next to him listlessly.

"He's just taking revenge." He took Neville's homework and looked at it. Snape's comments were still fair and reasonable, but the grades were purely public revenge.

"Hey, Ender, have you finished your Transfiguration homework? Let me refer to it." Ron came over with a stack of books, and a paper that hadn't written a few lines in his hand.

"Uh, Professor McGonagall waived my Transfiguration homework, and I still have a lot of elective homework." Ever since Ron and Hermione quarreled over pets, Ron had asked him to copy homework instead.However, due to too much homework for Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies, he had to give up those courses that he could already avoid.

"I'm so happy. Professor McGonagall treats you like his own son." Ron groaned in pain, picked up a pen and scribbled a few words on the parchment, then got stuck again.

"It just so happens that I haven't written my Transfiguration class homework yet." Neville pulled out his textbook and homework paper, "The principle of transforming inanimate objects into living ones sounds so difficult."

"Are you all writing that paper by Professor McGonagall?" Harry also brought the book over. "I just finished writing half the length and I ran out of words."

"Let me take a look." Ron hurriedly brought Harry's paper over and began to fill in his homework.

"Why didn't you find Hermione? She must have finished." His snitch had seen Hermione doing her homework when she passed by the library just now.The workload of the five elective courses is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people. Unlike him, Hermione is exempted from the course, and has to use a time-turner to divide herself into two people to finish writing.Usually one would sit in the common room and the other would be in the library.

"Hmph." Ron didn't answer, just copying homework.

Shaking his head, he felt that it was not a good idea for Ron to be angry with Hermione like this, so he shouted in the direction of the fireplace, "Tom, come and help me!"

Tom now occupied the best seat in the Gryffindor common room every day - the armchair in front of the fireplace, piled high with eiderdowns.The big white cat was lying on the cushion and yawning lazily, flicking its chubby tail. Hearing his voice, he raised his head lazily, jumped off the sofa, held his head up and his tail upright. walked over proudly.

"This cat is really smart." Ron stared dumbfounded at the white cat jumping onto their table, picking up a reference book and flipping through it.

"It's so smart. I've seen it read books during the holidays, like A Brief History of Time." Harry stroked the white cat's tail, only to be patted on the back of his hand by the other party's tail.

"A Brief History of Time? What's it about?"

"The origin of the universe, black holes and big bangs. Muggle books, very complicated."

Ron looked like he was about to faint.

In a few moments Tom was flipping through the material for their Transfiguration homework and marking out quotable sentences with his paw.

"Great." Harry took the paper from Ron and copied the sentences on it.

"Hey! That's a cat! Don't you think it's too shameful to be tutored by a cat?" Ron folded his arms reservedly.

"It's good to have a reference." Neville also picked up his pen and started to do his homework.

The white cat turned its head and glanced at Ron out of the corner of its eye.

"It's despising me! I'm being despised by a cat!" Ron exploded immediately, "What kind of cat is this! Does the IQ of pets follow the development of their owners?"

"It is said to be the result of drinking too much intelligence potion." Harry replied without looking up.

"I should have bought a few bottles of intelligence potions at the pet store earlier." Ron said a little sullenly.

"Are you going to feed Banban?" Neville's round face was full of longing, "Then Banban can teach you how to write papers."

"No, I want to drink it myself." Ron picked up the pen and resignedly copied the sentences from the book.

Hallow's Eve is the time when third years go to Hogsmeade for the first time.Harry didn't get the autograph and had to stay in the school. Ron and Hermione finally reconciled and promised to bring back a lot of candy for Harry.He stayed at school with Harry.

"Why don't you go to Hogsmeade?" Harry listlessly played chess with Tom in the common room, while he was writing homework on ancient runes. "Professor McGonagall must be willing to sign it for you?"

"Ah, because I still have a lot of homework to do. I'm not like Hermione, she has a special skill for completing homework." In fact, because he spends most of his time studying the dark arts, he and Tom have been working together lately. He was thinking about how to improve his Snitch so that he could truly be both offensive and defensive.

"I know you just think it's pitiful for me to stay in school alone." The other party said wearily. "You don't need that."

He didn't answer. It's not appropriate to say anything at this time.

After a while, Harry was defeated by Tom as expected.

"I'm going out for a walk." The other party left the common room.

"Can't you let him order?" He rubbed the head of the white cat that jumped onto his lap and said helplessly.

"Mi~"

In the evening, Harry finally felt better.Ron and Hermione had brought back a handful of candies from Hogsmeade, all flavors, and Harry told them what he'd seen in Lupine's office.They thought Snape wanted to poison Lupine.

Discussing Snape's possible plot was always an exciting topic, and Harry worked up an appetite, gorging on candy until dinner began, and managed to eat quite a bit at the Halloween feast as a result.

When their stomachs were about to burst from eating, they walked slowly from the auditorium back to the lounge.But the corridor in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady was full of people.

"Excuse me, why are you stuck here?" Percy pushed from behind the crowd to the front, "Have you forgotten the password?"

The crowd fell silent suddenly, and Percy screamed, "Who's going to get Professor Dumbledore?"

The fat lady ran away.Her portrait was scratched by some kind of sharp object, many fragments fell to the ground, and a large piece of canvas was torn away.Peeves helped them find the Fat Lady, and laughed gloatingly, "Gee, he's got a bad temper, that Sirius Black."

"Blake? In the castle?" Ron asked softly, looking at Harry mysteriously.

However, Dumbledore didn't give them much time to discuss, and sent the students back to the Great Hall. "Mr. Viking, come with me." The principal called him away.Ron mouthed him from behind and asked: What's going on?He could only shrug.

He was locked in the principal's office, and after waiting for a long time, Professor Dumbledore came back, followed by Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

"Let Tom come out." The headmaster sat behind the desk, clasped his fingers together, and nodded to him kindly.

Tom turned up in the office at once, looking very unhappy. "I know what you're going to ask. I haven't been in contact with Black. This matter has nothing to do with me."

"Calm down, Tom." Dumbledore's attitude was still very peaceful. "I just need to confirm some details with you. For example, what is the connection between Voldemort and the Death Eaters?"

"I don't know. There were no Death Eaters when I was made." Tom's tone was cold and hard.

"But the Death Eater archetypes have popped up in the school. Don't you have any preliminary ideas about connecting with each other?"

"It wasn't necessary at the time. We were basically members of the Slug Club, and we saw each other in the common room every day. I considered polymorphing, copying, I cast spells on my keepsakes, and placed them in other The tokens of people will also change accordingly. But the final measures must be more complicated than this, I not only need to be able to notify them, but also need a way for them to report any information to me."

The principal thought for a moment, "Severus, please explain."

Ever since Tom appeared, Snape had always had an inscrutable expression. He listened to the headmaster's order and looked Riddle up and down first. Then he opened his left sleeve and showed them his arm.

"Dark Mark!" Tom recognized the pattern on Snape's arm - a snake spewed out of the skeleton's mouth. "Yes, this is my logo."

Riddle stepped forward, as if wanting to touch the symbol, but Snape flinched. "When the Dark Lord touches this mark, the marks of the other Death Eaters will turn black and burn hot, which means they should Apparate to serve the Dark Lord." Snape said softly.

"I don't know if touching this mark will have the same effect." Riddle withdrew his hand and looked at the principal, "Do you want me to summon Black?"

The professors exchanged glances with each other. "Not for the time being." Finally Dumbledore made a decision, "We are still continuing to search for Black within the school grounds, but I think he should have left. Tom, unfortunately, you are the biggest suspect in this matter, I must Gotta keep you and Mr Wiggin here."

"Don't make it sound like I have a right to object," said Tom, sarcastically, sitting on his chair with folded arms.

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 11

They were not allowed back among the students until the next day, and since then he could feel that he was being followed all the time.When passing by in the corridor, the people in the portraits would sneak a look at him out of the corners of their eyes, instead of doing their own things as in the past.If he is not with his classmates, there is always the ghost of idleness passing by him.The worst thing was that when he hid in the prefect's bathroom to take a shower at Riddle's suggestion, Myrtle actually emerged from the bottom of the water, giggling.

"I'm licensed~" The girl wanted to be as proud as she could be, "I already know who the real murderer of me is, hey, actually now that I think about it, I don't mind too much, having such an affair Not bad."

Myrtle floated to his side with ambiguous eyes, and he quickly raised the cat to block him.

"Does Dumbledore still know how to give people some privacy?" He was a little annoyed.

"Oh, the principal just told us to keep an eye on your cat to prevent it from being found by Blake. But who told you to always take it with you? You even take a bath together." Myrtle wanted to touch it Tom, in the end, was hit back by the opponent's paw.

He is now particularly looking forward to Blake being caught quickly.

There was talk of Black breaking into the castle for a while, and soon the Quidditch match was the new hot topic.The first match of the term, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff, was supposed to be with Slytherin, but Malfoy changed the schedule, citing injury.

It was a stormy weekend, and he was wearing a raincoat, hugging the white cat, and sitting beside Hagrid, asking Hagrid to protect him from the wind.Myrtle sat grinningly on the other side of him, leaving a large area nearby—it was cold enough that no one wanted to get too close to the ghost.

"I can't see anything." Hagrid pointed his binoculars at the arena. "They flew too fast, leaving only red and yellow shadows. What's so good about such a game?"

At this time, there was a burst of cheers from below, as if Gryffindor had scored again.Hagrid put down the binoculars, "I really hope Harry can catch the Snitch soon, at least then I know I should be happy."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and thunder and lightning flashed above the field. He tightened his raincoat, and suddenly shivered, as if he had been soaked in a bucket of ice water, and his internal organs were covered with icicles, "Hagrid, Don't you think the temperature is dropping a little too fast?"

"Did Myrtle touch you?" Hagrid shot him a look.

"I've done nothing!" screamed Myrtle. "Look!"

On the field, a red shadow was falling, and the people in front were screaming.Hagrid stood up and looked through the binoculars. "It's Harry! He fell!"

There was another flash of lightning, and through the rain, he saw at least a hundred dementors floating in the auditorium opposite them.Harry's fall slowed, and then the silver Patronus drove the dementors away.

"I have to go see him!" Hagrid ran down three steps at a time, and the students hurriedly dodged.

"It's terrible." Myrtle clutched her chest, her already pale complexion became more transparent, "But if he dies, he can share the toilet with me."

"He won't die. With so many professors sitting below, anyone can protect him." He picked up the cat and walked down worriedly.

Things are not looking good for Harry.The principal put the unconscious Harry on the stretcher, and let the floating stretcher take Harry to the hospital wing by itself.The Gryffindor team had lost the game, they were covered in mud, everyone looked white and white.Most of the team members followed the stretcher to the medical wing, and only Wood knelt in the field, seemingly unable to get up.

Instead of going to the medical wing, he came to the platform on the second floor of the castle facade, from where he could see the steps in front of the school gate.

"Tom, I need to learn how to fight dementors." After thinking about it, he decided that he couldn't continue to hesitate, "Harry has no resistance to dementors, it's too dangerous."

"That's his own business, let him solve it by himself." Riddle appeared next to him, "You are nothing like him, there is no need to protect him all the time like this. Besides, there are many people who want to protect the savior. Alright, you're the only one missing."

"Sometimes, Harry has to face the danger alone. Others may not be rescued in time. If they are late, at least I can be the last insurance." He controlled the snitch to the medical wing, and Harry had already woken up. Talking to the other Gryffindor players.It was a bitter defeat for them, especially for Harry, who had never missed a shot before and didn't know what it was like to fail.

"That, too, should be learned by Harry himself."

"Will you teach him?"

"You know I can't see him in this capacity." Riddle leaned on the railing with his arms folded. "But someone else will teach him. I am not the only one in this school who understands the protection spell."

"I think I need to master this ability myself to be safe." He doesn't like this feeling, there is some kind of obstacle that he can't fight against.

"With all due respect, it's easier for Harry to learn the Protection Charm than for you."

He looked at Riddle puzzledly, "Are you questioning my ability? Do you think I'm not determined enough?"

"The Patronus Charm requires more than your determination and will. As I said before, your ability to learn other spells won't help much with the Patronus Charm." Riddle glanced at the school gate, the dementor Already in place. "If you're determined to learn... Myrtle, can you do me a favor?"

"What do you want me to do?" Myrtle floated over, blinking and blinking.

"Would you help me go to the kitchen and find a house-elf to bring up some chocolate?"

"Well, I know you want to dismiss me, it's okay, I won't tell Professor Dumbledore." Myrtle gave them a clear look, and got down from the floor.

"Facing dementors, the first thing you need to know is that the willpower you are proud of is vulnerable to them. What supports a person's will is tenacious hope and the yearning for beauty in the heart. Dementors It will suck all these things away, leaving you without enough will to complete the spell. Therefore, in order to defeat the dementor, you need to fill your heart with hope and happiness, and pour these positive forces into your Patronus through the spell Medium. When these emotions are in your body, the dementor sucks them out, and when they form a Patronus, the dementor can't do anything about it. That's the basic principle of the Patronus Charm."

"You can recall a memory that is happy enough, focus on it, and then say 'Call God's Protection'. If the spell works, silver-white gas will be emitted from your wand, and if it succeeds, it will create If you create a Patronus, it will become an entity. Everyone’s Patronus has a different form, for example, mine is that stupid cat.” Riddle waved his wand, and let his Patronus run out, knocking out the soul-destroyer below. blame drive away. "Well, now they won't get in your way."

He tried hard to search his memory, which part would be his happiest?The first thing he thought of was when he won the war. The battle was too difficult. He thought that Ma Ze must have designed such a test with no chance of winning because he didn't want him to graduate, but he still won.At that time, he was still thinking, what would be the expressions on the faces of Mazer and Graff?They must be very angry, because he didn't follow the rules at all. Ma Ze told him to save the fleet as much as possible, but he shot out the spaceships like bullets.It's like two people playing chess. One person knows that he can't win anyway, so he has no choice but to smash the chessboard.He didn't like losing, but he didn't want to obey the instructor's manipulation, he just wanted to go home quickly, or go somewhere else.In short, he hated Ma Ze's endless persecution.

He succeeded.All wars are over, and he can no longer endure Maze's unreasonable tasks and harsh reprimands.And he made a terrible mistake that can never be undone.

This memory doesn't work.He thought, he had to change it.

He remembered when he left home.He thought he was finished, he was caught fighting at school, his brother refused to let him go, no one could protect him, but IF announced that he passed the test and could leave the earth.He sincerely believed at that time that what Graff said was true, as long as he was not at home, Mom and Dad would not have to suffer from other people's criticisms, and Peter would be happy, instead of sullen and abusive in the yard all day long. Xiaohua will be sad when Squirrel vents his anger, but that is only temporary. When he wins the war and returns as a hero, Xiaohua will be proud of his younger brother.

He thought it was all true, that he was going on an honorable mission to protect the one he loved, and in the end, it was all a lie.

no.He cast this memory aside, and another came to the fore.It was after his duel with Bonzo, he was disheartened and decided to drown himself in the lake, of course he didn't drown, he just lay on the lake, basking in the sun, thinking nothing, thinking about everything I don't want to think about it.At that time his sister came to see him, it was not his request, even he felt a little offended, but Xiao Hua still reminded him that he once loved this world.In his heart, there is always an abandoned playground, which hides the most precious memories of his childhood. At that time, the world was still full of sunshine, love and happiness, even though every child in the playground wanted to kill him , even though the playground itself was repelling him.

However, all of this is Graff's conspiracy.Xiaohua is Graf's pawn, used to push him to the front.His sister reminded him of his original motivation, his desire to protect the people he held dear, so that he would listen to Graff's lies, invade, destroy, and wipe another race from the universe.

He stopped remembering.None of this works, he needs memories that are truly happy, not accompanied by negative emotions.