[Comprehensive] Eternal Recorder

Through the white light, Mo saw Lin Ziqing staring at him in a daze, and then, a black shadow rushed towards him.

She felt the white light around her tremble for a while, and then spun wildly like a helicopter out of control. The black shadow was desperately approaching her, and the instability of the white light became more obvious.

Finally, when the snow-white claws touched his shoulder, the medium of time and space trembled and shattered.

"Woooo..."

The dark-haired man stood up abruptly, holding his wand in his hand, and looked around vigilantly.Even though he was in his own home, even though he had just downed his third bottle of spirits and his aching head almost stopped functioning, the keen senses brought about by the war still controlled him and turned into an instinct that went deep into the marrow.He swore he had just heard screams.

Silent black eyes scanned the surroundings calmly - from dusty closets to gray carpets, from motionless curtains to old wooden doors, but found nothing.The unlit fireplace quietly collected ash, showing no signs of sudden light.

illusion?

No, it's not.The dark-haired man trusted his intuition as much as he believed in his own strength.He has lived on his instincts many times, and he has survived to this day - even though he should have died long ago.

He curled his lips into a twisted smile.No matter who disturbs him at this moment today, he will definitely let him understand the meaning of the word pain.Swear to Merlin.

"Wow..."

really!The black-haired man narrowed his bloodshot eyes, and once again dissected and reorganized every object and every inch of space around him with sharp eyes like a knife.

where is it?

"Ugh..."

is the top!

The ceiling covered with cobwebs and dust was twisted to a degree visible to the naked eye, as if being shaken by a rippling lake, the degree became more and more intense, as if something was about to come out of it.The black-haired man suddenly took two steps back, and a black object screamed and fell from it.

"All petrochemical!"

The screams stopped abruptly.The dark mass hit the carpet with a bang, bounced a few times, and stopped moving.

Only then did he see clearly that the thing that fell from the ceiling of his house inexplicably was a cat.

However, the muscles that had been relaxed just now tensed in the next second, and something fell silently on his shoulders!

He only had time to see a piece of white fabric and two tiny feet beneath it, and the wand flew out with a pain in his wrist.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

The brightly colored light passed through the white area and hit the ceiling. At the same time, the floor was hit with two shallow pits by two other spells—obviously, this was definitely not a friendly spell like Quick Imprisonment or Total Petrification.

The black-haired man's mind was stuck on the unbelievable scene he saw just a second ago - the child on the left shoulder trembled, and didn't even move his body, the three magic spells flew close to her body past.His thinking stagnated, but his body moved like a conditioned reflex.

Bend down, shoot, and retreat quickly!

But this series of actions didn't work, the child just switched from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, and then got down low - sitting on his shoulder...

"Please don't get excited, sir, I didn't appear here on purpose." Mo tilted his head, shaking his feet leisurely, and said to the man who looked very angry.

"I will explain all this to you, if you will listen calmly to the end..."

"Get off!" The black-haired man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo. Mo pouted, stepped on his hand and landed on the carpet.

"It seems impossible for you to be calm."

Mo blankly flashed past the countless laser-like attacks from the opponent, and said a little disappointed (although he couldn't see it at all).

Fifteen minutes later, the dark-haired man finally realized that the magic had no effect on the little girl. He stopped and asked sullenly.

"who are you?"

Mo stood where he was, staring at the black-haired man putting his wand away, raised his head and said, "My name is Mo. It's a stranger."

Stranger?The black-haired man frowned, as if werewolves were not human, and he suspected that the term alien did not refer to any branch of human beings.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Mo tilted his head and continued, "Are you an alien too? Your ability is very special. Although the attack power is not strong enough and the form is not flexible enough, I guess there will be other interesting uses. If you can show I'd be very happy if you showed it to me because I'm curious."

The attack is not strong?Not flexible enough?The black-haired man's face was even more ugly, and the black mist gathered around him was almost comparable to the miasma of hell.

curious?His lips twisted oddly.Damn curious!

He gripped his wand so tightly that he almost twisted an Avada from his lips, but he didn't.

Because he knew that even Avada might not be able to affect her, and the past 15 minutes just proved this point.In those 15 minutes, he had exhausted all the most vicious spells except Avada.

Suddenly, he saw the little girl on the opposite side distracted for a moment - don't ask him how he saw it - he quietly raised his wand, but he still didn't release magic.

"I'm sorry, I want to sleep." The little girl walked to the sofa by herself, "While I'm asleep, can you please take care of Xiao Hei? It won't be too long."

The black-haired man twisted even the corners of his eyes, his whole face looked extremely terrifying.He angrily walked quickly to the side of the sofa, during this period, Mo Ji spontaneously pulled over the blanket beside him and lay down.

"Good night, sir." She closed her eyes.

Good night?What kind of medicine did this little monster with its head full of achnatherum splendens take wrongly, so that it could lie in other people's homes, on other people's sofas, and sleep with peace of mind? !

The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes and aimed his wand at her head.With just one spell, this little thing that came out of nowhere will be silent forever.

She appeared too strangely, and it happened at this time... Besides, the lives in his hands couldn't be considered less, and it wouldn't matter if there was one more.

"A—"

"Forgot to say, sir, thank you." Mo turned over, turned his face to the outside, and said with eyes closed.There is also a little nasal sound in the immature voice that is unique to sleep.

His movements stopped suddenly, and after a long time, he retracted his wand bit by bit like an old machine, and sat down in front of the sofa, burying his face in the darkness.

... How long has it been since I heard the syllable "thanks"...

You are a deranged murderer, Severus Snape!He actually used murderous black magic because of the innocent intrusion of a five-year-old girl!Her intrusion may have been just an accident, a failed Apparation, or a broken Portkey, but you actually want to kill someone to silence her!Is your heart so corroded that there is not even a scrap of wreck left?

He lowered his head and quietly listened to the condemnation and roaring in his heart, but his mind seemed to be half dead. The wand in his hand was slightly bent under the huge grip, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips were pulled more and more flat, until into a ruthless straight line.

Lily, is it true that as long as a person makes a mistake once, he will never have a chance to redeem himself?

……

"!" The black-haired man suddenly jumped up from the floor, grabbed his wand and pointed it at the fireplace, his low syllable twisted as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, "Who?"

"Oh, Severus..." The star-cloaked old man who appeared in the fireplace stopped clapping the plaster, looked at the small body beside Severus and straightened his eyes, then blinked, blinked again, Unaware that his mouth was half-open, the small round glasses fell halfway from the distorted bridge of the nose, looking like a resident in a madhouse.

"..."

"..."

"Severus, is that lady... your daughter?"

The dark-haired man's expression was blank for a moment, and then his whole face contorted, and he let out a low and angry growl from the depths of his throat, "If your brain hasn't been corroded by sweets, Dumbledore—don't let it happen Such pointless fantasies!"

"Yes, yes, I understand." The old man tried to appease the enraged Snake King, but after 3 minutes, he asked abruptly, "So, it's really not your daughter?"

For two seconds, deathly silence.

"Dumbledore!!!"