[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Christo turned around and glanced at the lively scene behind her, as if she hadn't had time to cheer Harry and Cedric.She whispered to the sky, "Amber, Amber..."

The owl circled and seemed unwilling to fall.

Kristo frowned, "If you don't come down again, I won't be polite."

Hearing the master's voice, Amber seemed to stop for a moment, then seemed to be looking around, and landed far away on a big tree not far away.Christo ran over and stared at it, before it dropped the envelope under its claws.

The letter was from her father, and Christo glared at Amber angrily, and Amber cooed a few times in aggrieved manner.Christo couldn't wait to open the letter, only to feel that the scenery in front of her was reversed, and her body seemed to be rubbed into the eye of a needle.

It's a portkey!

The envelope fell to the ground lightly, and the owl took it and flew away into the distance.

Christo opened her eyes, and before she had time to look at the unfamiliar surroundings, she was hugged tightly in her arms.

"Dad?" she called hesitantly.

Mr. McMillan rubbed her head lovingly, his eyes were complicated and elusive, "Kerry..."

"Where is this?"

Mr. McMee put his hands on her shoulders. I don't know if it was because he deliberately bent down to get closer to her, or because he was too tired at the moment. Christo felt that something was pressing him down. .

"Kerry, listen to me, don't rush to refute..."

"I know everything, including the Unbreakable Curse. So, I found him, you must save him, and we will find a way later..."

"Do you remember the book I gave you for Christmas? The potion you brewed, I have let him take it, remember the method? The bones of the father, the flesh of the servant, the blood of the enemy... for a while, I will use this, will restore his strength..."

"Gidero wrote a letter. He suspected that Voldemort had used some evil method to divide his life. Even if he killed him once, he would not be able to make him die. Therefore, first remove the unbreakable curse, restore his strength, and obtain his Trust, think long-term, and plan slowly..."

Christo felt that her head was a little hard to turn. It wasn't that she couldn't figure it out, but that she didn't dare to think deeply at all. "Dad..." She couldn't speak.

Mr. McMillan looked at his watch. "Ten minutes. Any questions?"

"Dad, did you join the Death Eaters?" she asked tremblingly.

Mr. MacMillan nodded slightly.

"But... but... but McMillan is a white wizard... If Dad, you..." Christo couldn't go on. Will McMillan's inheritance be completely destroyed because of her?Will her proud father fall into dust and sin?

"It's okay, Kelly, your mother and I have already discussed it. Soon, we will be 'expelled from the family', Ernie will be the heir, and mother will protect him..."

Christo suddenly remembered something, and looked at him in disbelief: "So, during the winter vacation, my mother suddenly allowed...Dad, what did you mean? Why...don't tell me...I...?"

Mr. McMillan wiped away tears for his beloved daughter, and comforted him: "Everything will pass, Mom and Dad don't want to lose Keli again."

"But, but I can't do it, how can, how can I restore that devil's strength..." She thought of Harry, Neville, Professor Moody who was almost out of shape, and...

"Sooner or later, he will regain his strength... It's just a matter of time. Chris, if you can't accept it, then we will bear it..." Mr. McMillan raised his wand, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, Chris was so shocked looked at him in fear.

"Spirit-"

"Father!" Christo rushed forward and hugged Mr. McMillan's arm, "I...I...I'll go!" Obviously she made a mistake, how could she...how could she... …She raised her head with all her might, eyes welling with tears.Through the tears, Mr. McMillan's face was blurred into a ball, and she blinked hard...

Dong dong, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Christo quickly let go of her hand, took out a handkerchief and quickly wiped away her tears. "Dad, I am willing." She emphasized it again, her voice was thin but tenacious.Mr. McMillan sighed, "Pack yourself up, it should be Peter who brought Voldemort." He waved his wand and removed the magic attached to the house.

The door was opened.Pettigrew? Peter lowered his head respectfully, and said, "Mr. McMillan, Miss McMillan, Harry Potter is about to be delivered, and it's time to go." He couldn't help but want to secretly look at Christophe , He stayed by Ron's side for three years, completely unaware that this little girl from the White Wizard family turned out to be the youngest Death Eater.However, his eyes glanced up a little bit, and he touched the cold eyes of the other party. He quickly lowered his head, and Mr. McMillan led Christo to him.

"Master," said Mr. MacMillan.

"Kerry, are you ready?" Someone asked loudly.

It was only then that Christo noticed that Peter was holding something in his arms, like a baby.However, it was this poor, weak, ugly guy, who was not even a baby, that once made the British wizarding world shudder.

He was a fiend, no one could hold back his glory, he did all evil, and even in his flight his evilness was not lessened by the fading of his power, he deluded himself to serve him, he made him That damn snake swallowed Dad's right arm, he almost sent Mommy to see Merlin, he almost ruined the McMillan house, no!He's ruined...he's ruined her family...but now—Christo couldn't help squinting, he's so fragile, Pettigrew? Peter's so insignificant, she just wants one A spell, no, a silent spell, or, a powerless spell, can...

"Kerry..." Mr. McMillan's voice suddenly brought Christo back to reality.She forgot that she had family she loved.She lowered her eyelids, pressed her hands on her chest, and tried to control her trembling voice: "Yes, master, I will do my best."

They walked out of this ancient but still exquisite house, towards a deserted and overgrown cemetery, with winding paths, the surroundings were gloomy, and the silence was frightening.Christo just felt uneasy, the future crouched in front of her like an indescribable giant, ready to jump up and bite her throat at any moment.

She trembled slightly, but in exchange for Mr. McMillan's tight grip, warm and firm, she couldn't help being in a trance. She remembered that in Romania, Gildero was holding her; in Hogwarts, Hermione holding her; first home, mother holding her; at Hogsmeade, Cedric holding her; at the Quidditch camp, Draco holding her... and many, many others, too. Holding her hand like this, walking forward step by step, is so warm and reassuring...

"Here it is." Pettigrew Peter said tremblingly.Christo returned to her senses, glanced over, and saw a towering marble tombstone, the words on the tombstone were half-hidden under the dim light.Tom Riddle, she silently read the two slightly obvious words in her heart, she couldn't help but glanced at Peter, his whole body trembled even more, like a slender tree under a storm .

She understood, and smiled with disdain: "Besides, what about the enemy's blood?"

"Use... Harry's." Pettigrew? His voice was almost covered by his panting. He seemed a little ashamed, and his whole face was buried in the cloak.

Surprise flashed across Christophe's face, "Harry? Isn't he at Hogwarts now?"

"Master's loyal servant, I will bring him here... only one... one..." Pettigrew? Peter felt that Christo's eyes seemed to kill him at the moment, and his voice could not help Cried.

"Kerry, this is my arrangement." The cold voice said.

Christo clenched her fists, and Mr. McMillan's eyes suddenly passed over her. She was so excited that she quickly performed Occlumency, and her expression suddenly became indifferent.

"Kerry just wants to know the exact time, master, you also taught her how precise the art of potion is." Mr. McMillan said.Christo just felt uncomfortable. Her father didn't need to bow down to Voldemort.

"Yes, Master." She heard her own voice say dryly.

"Well, now."

A large snake swam out of the weeds carrying a huge cauldron.The cauldron was so huge that it could almost fit a grown man into it.Christo stood there, staring at her for a long time. Mr. McMillan frowned and looked at her with some concern. Peter Pettigrew looked terrified, and he carefully hugged the package in his arms tightly, as if it was his last rely on.

Finally, after Christo took the first step, the suffocating tension in the air dissipated instantly.The sound of footsteps overshadowed the rustling of grass and leaves, she walked faster and faster, and her steps became bigger and bigger. In front of the cauldron, she stopped suddenly and stood upright.The wind pushed back the ends of her hair and rolled up her long sleeves.Then, she pulled out the ancient book, pressed the wand on the dark yellow parchment, and read the devil's writing.She closed her eyes and slowly raised her hands...