The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The black shadow man with the broken arm stayed on the young man for a moment, but finally waved his hand.

The noble lady understood and quickly took the boy and the little girl out of the vice-reception room.

The bonfire in the fireplace was still burning.

But compared to before, the firelight had become much weaker due to the consumption of wood.

This also caused the one-armed shadow man to be shrouded in darkness again.

"It looks like I failed."

The one-armed shadow man sighed.

As he spoke, he walked slowly towards Voldemort in front of the bonfire. When the firelight illuminated his eyes, they actually reflected a strange rose-red light.

"No. 1..." A dry voice came from Voldemort's throat, "Don't... please... you..."

The one-armed shadow man frowned and said:

"No. 4, you know. No. 2 and No. 3 have been suggesting that I eat you directly. After all, you are a loser. But I rejected their proposal. It can be said that I have done my best to you. ”

The one-armed shadow man drew out the dagger again, "The mysterious object in the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Republic of China is very difficult. In order to save you, I not only broke an arm, but also lost a part of my blood. I can't bear such a loss." Accepted.

But even so, I still choose to sacrifice others.

But as you can see, this method doesn't work at all.

Therefore, I can only make up for the losses from you. "

"No! This method is useful! You... the 'blood' in your body will absorb the power of other souls and replenish it on its own!" Voldemort said with some excitement, "As long as you kill enough... as long as you can continue to kill. , you can recover! But you... you actually used the absorbed soul energy on that little girl!? Why? Why did you do that? "

Hearing this, the shadow man known as No. 1 suddenly paused, as if he was really thinking about the question raised by Voldemort.

After a while, he replied:

"Maybe...it's because she has beautiful eyes, right?"

"Lie!" Voldemort shouted, "You are lying! I know you too well, No. 1! I am you, you are me, so you can't lie to me!"

An ugly smile appeared on Voldemort's bandaged face, "She reminds you of that woman, right? Merope Gaunt, our mother! Ha! After her mother rushed out and called her Ma I already guessed it when I was eating melons! This experience is exactly the same as our mother’s!”

Voldemort's words caused a brief look of confusion on No. 1's face.

He murmured:

"They are so similar. Although I have never seen my mother's appearance, even if we turned the Gaunt house upside down, we could not find a photo of our mother there. But I just feel, They are the same. So I..."

"To shut up--"

Voldemort screamed hysterically, "I can't believe that I was so... so childish! Even without eyes, I can guess what you look like now! You're crying like a child who hasn't been weaned yet! Poor! !sad!

You don’t really think that woman loves us, do you?

Give up your fantasy!

That woman has no qualifications to be a mother at all!

She has never loved us, she has always loved our scumbag father! "

Even if that man doesn't love her at all, even if that man abandons her without hesitation after the love potion wears off!

But she still loves that man! "

No. 1 didn't speak, just looked at Voldemort quietly.

Voldemort, who received no response, became even crazier and continued:

"You don't believe it, do you? It doesn't matter, I have evidence here!

As you know, she died in childbirth after giving birth to us in front of the orphanage.

But what you don't know is that she made a wish before she died. "

Voldemort's voice became more and more gloomy, and finally turned into a strange sound similar to a whimper, "She made a wish... hoping that we can have the same handsome appearance as our father!

Also, she was a witch. Although her magic power was so low that she was called a squib, how could she die of childbirth?

So...after combining these two points, the answer is very clear.

Our mother had no intention of raising us. She actively and voluntarily chose death and gave up the will to live. "

As soon as he finished speaking, two tears of blood flowed from Voldemort's empty eyes.

I don’t know whether it was due to too intense exercise or extreme sadness.

Not far away, No. 1, who had always remained silent, finally raised his head.

His face was full of pity, and he said with some emotion:

"I didn't expect that you, as me many years later, would have such radical ideas. Looking at your look, I can understand why you lost to that little baby Harry Potter."

"For...why?"

"Because, you have no love."

No. 1 shook his head and said, "What Dumbledore said is absolutely right. Love is the most powerful force in this world. It can make the passionate and loyal and the loyal betray. It can also make the cowardly and strong. You are in trouble! It is really sad that you abandon such a powerful force like worn out shoes.

The most ridiculous thing is that you still want to convince me to accept your concept that has been proven to be bound to fail.

So what if my mother doesn't love me?

I love her, and it has nothing to do with whether she loves me or not!

I also love the world, and it has nothing to do with whether they love me or not! "

While speaking, No. 1 opened his arms.

The compassionate look on his face looked particularly ironic against the huge mountain of corpses behind him.

Voldemort couldn't see all this, but he still noticed the strange smell in No. 1's words.

He opened his mouth numbly, as if he wanted to say something else.

But before he could say anything, the dagger inlaid with green gems had already stabbed into his chest.

A large amount of soul energy is constantly being withdrawn.

But what was different from before was that the soul energy extracted from Voldemort's body was glowing with the same rose-red color as eye color No. 1.

And with the influx of this rose-red soul energy, the gray-white energy at the broken arm of No. 1 also boiled.

These two energies kept intertwining and merging, and finally broke through the shackles of some rules!

puff-

A brand new arm suddenly grew back from No. 1's wound.

The whole thing showed a strange bluish-gray color, and through the thick layer of mucus and delicate skin, one could even directly see the blood flowing inside and the twitching muscles.

The dagger was pulled away, and No. 1 looked at his brand new arm carefully, and found that except for being a little tenderer and thinner, it was the same as the original arm, and then nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Voldemort had fallen to the ground clutching his chest.

He is not dead.

But it's almost as good as death.

No. 1 had just taken away nearly half of his soul, which was an irreparable blow to him!

But even so, he still looked happy.

Because he knew very well that No. 1 could have beaten him to death directly.

This will be of great benefit to No. 1!

But in the end No. 1 did not do that.

As if aware of Voldemort's inner thoughts, No. 1 shook his head and said:

"How could I kill you? You and I have a closer relationship than brothers. Not only will I not kill you, I will also prepare the highest-level resurrection ceremony for you so that you can have a healthy body and body again. Powerful.

Because, I love you too! "

No. 1 spoke gently, but upon hearing this, Voldemort's body began to tremble uncontrollably again.

It was as if what No. 1 just performed was not a true confession.

But a death announcement from the God of Death!

……

"Jingle Bell--"

Hogwarts Castle.

In the Gryffindor dormitory.

With the rapid ringing of the alarm, Harry sat up from the bed suddenly.

"Hu Chi! Hu Chi..."

His eyes were straight, his breathing was rapid, and his whole body was almost soaked with sweat.

Ron, who was sleeping opposite him, raised his head and asked sleepily:

"Damn it! Who set the alarm clock! It's been so many days since the exam, why is it still ringing?"

Harry lifted the sweat that clung to his forehead and said:

"I...I was dreaming again."

"what?!"

Ron woke up instantly.

After experiencing the previous battle in the Department of Mysteries, 'Harry's Dream' has become a psychological shadow for Ron.

He instantly jumped up from the bed and said excitedly:

"What did you dream about again?"

Hearing this, Harry shook his head and said:

"No, this dream... uh... is not the kind of dream you think, it is... just a nightmare."

"Really?" Ron still didn't believe it, "Then tell me what exactly you dreamed about?"

Harry frowned and said in a voice that sounded like he was talking in his sleep:

"I dreamed that I was deep in an endless darkness. Then...then there was a gentle voice that could not distinguish between male and female and kept saying to me...I love you, I love you..."

"Ah, that's it, then it's okay."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, patting his chest to calm down and said, "I guess you must be missing the little girl. It's not a big deal. The dreams I've had are much more exciting than yours! Wow, you are too much." I have lost my ambition, and I don’t even dare to dream boldly. For a dream of your level, you probably don’t even need to change your underwear, right?”

After saying that, Ron winked at Harry in a somewhat obscene manner.

Harry was speechless and could only smile twice.

But aside from the colorful part of Ron's words, Harry actually agreed with Ron's point of view.

There shouldn't be any big problem with his dream this time.

Because he has practiced Occlumency for so long, he already has sufficient experience in resisting brain invasion.

At least, he could still tell whether someone had deliberately invaded his brain or whether he was actually dreaming.

Moreover, Voldemort's previous plan to lure him into a trap by invading his brain was also used by Link, and he successfully killed almost all the Death Eaters, and Voldemort himself was seriously injured.

In this case, Voldemort should not dare to invade his brain again in the short term.

After thinking about it, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Ron was aroused by the previous topic.

He tiptoed onto Harry's bed, squeezed into Harry's bed, and then deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"Harry, don't say that I am not interesting enough to be a brother. Lavender has been connecting with her best friends recently. If you are willing, I can help you contact them. I want to find a girl with your identity and reputation. Friends shouldn’t be a problem.”

Hearing this, Harry raised his eyebrows, seeming quite moved.

But soon, Qiu Zhang's figure flashed in his mind.

This made him frown again:

"Forget it, I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"You've had that kind of dream and you still say you're not interested. You're really duplicitous. If you ask me..."

Ron got stuck mid-sentence.

Harry turned his head and looked a little strangely, only to find Ron looking in the direction of the alarm clock with a dull look on his face.

"Harry, I probably know who set the alarm clock just now."

"who is it?"

Harry asked, standing up and looking in the direction of the alarm clock.

Because Ron was squeezing him on the outside, this process seemed a bit difficult.

"That's what I set." Ron looked a little ugly, "But it's not an alarm clock for getting up early, but an alarm clock for starting lunch."

After Ron finished speaking, Harry happened to catch a glimpse of the pointer position on the alarm clock.

Unbiased, exactly twelve o'clock and five minutes!

thump—

Without any nonsense, Harry jumped out of bed and started dressing as quickly as possible.

Ron on the other side was doing the same thing.

At their age, they eat a lot and grow their bodies. It may not matter if they miss a breakfast, but if they miss a lunch...

That is simply torture!

"I should have thought of it earlier. With our biological clock after the exam, how could we be awakened by the morning bell? Damn it, if we go by this time, I'm afraid we can only make it in time for the dessert part."

Ron was still complaining as he got dressed.

Harry, on the other hand, lowered his head and said nothing, hurriedly put on his clothes and ignored Ron, and rushed out of the dormitory.

As Ron said, they were long overdue.

Now is not the time to wait for each other. It is only proper for anyone to arrive first and leave more food.

Ron finally became anxious when he saw this.

Regardless of whether he had yet to put on his coat, he hurriedly chased after her.

The two of them rushed towards the auditorium, and along the way were students who had finished their lunch and were returning.

The faces of these people were all filled with cheerful smiles.

This smile has not disappeared from everyone's faces in the past few days.

Because a series of year-end exams such as OWL and NEWT have ended.

Although some people are also very aware that their test results are not very good.

But at least the test results will not be released for a short period of time.

So this period has basically become a carnival week for students.

Almost any student, no matter what their grades are on weekdays, will start having fun with revenge in these days to make up for the happiness they lost due to the high pressure of exams.

For example, Lavender was mentioned by Ron earlier.

The way these people pursue pleasure is quite primitive and extreme.

The philosophy we uphold is - not to take the initiative and not to be responsible!

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and Hermione is a perfect example.

After Harry rushed to the Great Hall, he clearly saw Hermione holding a newspaper and reading it.

She was so serious that her brows sometimes wrinkled and sometimes relaxed, and she wrinkled the edges of the newspaper in excitement.