A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

The situation was imminent, but Yunieff did not immediately cast the spell.

He was in such a state of indifference that he felt that one second could be extended indefinitely, although reason told him that this was impossible.

But before taking action, he still wanted to ask a question.

So he asked calmly: "What are you looking for? So crazy?"

The sponge-like faces in front of them twisted and giggled, saying in a language that only they and Yunieff could understand: "Salvation, forgetfulness, death."

"Redemption? Oblivion? Death? Are you not dead yet?"

However, the dementors no longer answered his questions. They seemed to think that they could get what they wanted by themselves.

I don’t know where this kind of self-confidence comes from. You must know that the reason why they became like this is because of his active charity.

Thinking about it this way, he seemed too unsure.

Gee.

Without any further hesitation, he waved his staff in a circle and chanted the incantation: "ExpectoPatronum!"

There is no need to deliberately recall, any remaining memory is the matrix that constitutes him, and it is himself.

The scene closest in time emerged:

[The clouds were floating, the sun was shining, and behind was the crazy scene caused by the super recovery spell. I was about to explain everything to Ms. Gorrell, but Ms. Gorrell interrupted me and asked me if I had left anything troublesome. 】

[I believe that no matter who I am or what I am, Ms. Gorrell will be on my side. 】

Bad memories are completely destroyed after just a slight touch.

Without Ms. Gorrell's teachings, I would not have felt any guilt.

As this memory almost constantly occupied Yunieff's mind, a large cloud of silvery-white blurred light mist erupted from the tip of the ebony wand, and from this blurred light mist, a silver-white figure walked out. .

An almost perfect barefoot, the muscles and bones at the wrists and ankles have wonderful depressions, and the tendons clearly extend to the slightly bulging calf muscles, and above the equally delicate knees are even stronger thighs.

Skipping the indescribable parts, there are the slightly concave six-pack abdominal muscles, the straight sternum wrapped in flesh, the two arms with strong and slightly bulging muscles, and the delicate bone tubes revealed at the wrists. , he clenched his fists, his knuckles like protruding bullet casings.

Finally, on the slender shoulders and neck is a face similar to that of Yunieff.

The eyebrows are sharp, the bones are straight, the skin is tight, and there is a slight sense of alienation.

He only had his left eye open, while his right eye was closed naturally, as if controlled by different brain areas.

And with his appearance, the dementors surrounding him were violently scattered, like a bone-gray lotus blooming.

However, those dementors did not give up. Although his light was infinitely brighter than Yinyan's, they obviously did not have eyes, or they were dazzled by the desire to chase something, or he was exactly what they were chasing. of something.

The experience of defeating a patron saint also increased their confidence.

They came in groups like rolling waves and immediately flew out. In this scene, Yunieff looked at himself in the patron saint state.

Suddenly he had a very strange vision.

That is to say, I saw myself.

This was somewhat similar to looking in the mirror, but it went a step further, because what he saw was not only the appearance of his own flesh and blood, but also the thoughts and thoughts that flashed through his head.

However, this was not a good experience. His gaze was as sharp as a knife peeling off the skin. In this case, he could not hide any private corners. This made him know himself more clearly than ever before, and he also hated himself more than ever.

Especially some of the secret desires that had recently emerged from his heart, desires that he felt were shameful and yet were vaguely attracted to.

"Why do you close your right eye?" Yunieff asked, trying to replace the shame with questions.

And this sound echoed in his brain ventricle along a soul channel, and then reached his ears along the ventricle exit.

The next moment, he suddenly realized that at some point, he had closed his left eye.

It is the mirror image of the patron saint.

He instinctively wanted to open it.

An astonishing sharpness, like broken glass and a shining blade, pierced directly into his eye socket, piercing through the aqueous humor, lens and vitreous body of the eye, entering the pupil, and then along the optic nerve all the way to the end. After that, the sharpness stirred crazily in his brain. Whether gray matter or white matter, all the brain tissue is messed up to pieces. Any complete idea is cut into eight parts, and then the eight corpses of the idea fall towards the indescribable deep hole. Go down.

The indescribable pain made Yuniefo's eyes burst into tears, and he wished he could blow his head open with a hammer and end his life.

All of this happened in his eyes with incomparable clarity. He felt it personally and witnessed it as an audience. This kept him from losing his mind, but it also made him fall into deeper pain.

It was as if I was looking in the mirror and watching my own hand holding a hammer driving a nail into the eyes that were watching this scene.

And with this damn pain, the eyes opened, yes, not so much, but opened, coldly, callously, unkindly, like a key in a lock.

What kind of eye is that?

White sclera, two layers of pupils, the outer pupil is a dark tree green with a circle of slightly lighter green complex runes embedded on it, while blood as thick as wine flows from the inside, and a sweet breath permeates the in the air.

This is his real left eye, projecting a bloody, stinging light.

The right eye of the patron saint also opened. It was the right eye in the form of a night watchman, projecting a silvery white calm light.

The two eyes met immediately.

There was just a bang, as if something was completely shattered.

A pillar of pure white light suddenly tore through the turbulent clouds, and suddenly fell from the sky. The Dementors were heard shouting loudly, and they swooped into the pillar of pure white light wildly and dangerously like moths, and then they flew away. A moth burns like ashes in a fire.

Despite this, the dementors pounced in one after another, and within a moment they were all gone.

The valley was completely silent. If it weren't for the dark lake breathing quietly there, the waves of breathing would sound like a gurgling guttural sound in the ears——

If they are looking for complete death, then they may have achieved their long-cherished wish.

Messages from the system came one after another, but Yunieff's mind went blank.

who am I?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Not even such a basic idea.