HP blood war

☆, nightmare

"Harry, are you okay!" Hagrid and the others had already returned when they reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"It's all right. Thank you, Firenze." Harry said goodbye to Firenze, and Bane gave Harry a sweeping tail with his tail before leaving.

"Oh, Harry, did you offend Bane?" Hagrid reached out to catch Harry who almost fell. "Then you have to be careful when you come to the Forbidden Forest, he has a bad temper."

"Don't worry, as long as I stay away from Firenze,"

"Firenzie?" Hagrid couldn't understand.

"Nothing, is our lockdown over yet?" Harry didn't really feel like talking about the subject.

"Of course, go back quickly, it's so late, you should be tired too." Hagrid didn't care much about gossip.

On the way back to the castle, Hermione looked around, and suddenly realized that she hadn't seen Malfoy since just now. "Harry, where's Malfoy?"

"Him? I don't know. I probably went back by myself." Harry waved his hands and didn't want to say any more, with a tired look on his face.

"Okay." Hermione didn't ask anymore, and the few of them returned to the Gryffindor tower without saying a word. After saying good night to each other, they went back to their dormitories.

After returning to the dormitory, the two roommates had already fallen asleep, and each of them added a sleeping spell to ensure that they slept more soundly.

"Here, here is what you need." He threw two small bottles to Moony, one containing unicorn blood and the other containing a few scattered unicorn hairs.

"How does this thing work?" Mooney shook the bottle, the silver blood gleaming in the light from the window.

"Drink directly, that's what I do anyway. Of course, you can also choose to open a wound like Ron." Harry threw himself face down on the bed, mumbling in a muffled voice.

Money's choice for this was to open a wound, which was unicorn blood after all, and he didn't want to be cursed if it didn't work.

He casually turned something on the bedside table into a knife, and gesticulated on his arm for a long time: "Harry, you better do it, I don't want to scratch my perfect arm."

"zzzz..." Harry's tiny purr was the answer.

"...Well, it's up to you." With the spirit of cutting off Harry's arms and wrists when he was fleeing, he slashed a wound on his arm that was no longer than the length of his thumb and could barely bleed.

"Hiss!" Suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and snatched the knife, and another deep enough knife was struck on Moni's wound. "You pretended to be asleep!"

"I'm really sleepy, but because of your hesitation, I'd better help you." Throwing the knife aside, he turned around and lay back on the bed. Without taking off his coat, he stretched out his hand to wrap the quilt and rolled it into a Roll, followed by a thin grunt.

"..." After making sure that Harry wasn't pretending to be asleep this time, Money uncorked the bottle and fell down on the wound.

The wound did not feel anything when it touched the blood, and Money thought it would have no effect. Slowly, the wound began to feel cold, and it began to spread to the whole body. While spreading, the coolness became deeper and deeper. By the time the coolness spread out of the left arm, it had already begun to overwhelm Apply a thin layer of frosting.

Mooney wrapped himself in a quilt, even so, still shivering from the cold.The cold air on Money's body had already begun to affect the surrounding area. Harry was wrapped up in a roll and still woke up from the cold. Although the two roommates were still under the effect of the Stunning Charm, their upper and lower teeth were chattering from the cold.

"Money!" Harry woke up with a layer of frost covering his whole body.

"...It's...it's nothing." Even the breath he exhaled was white now, and he signaled Harry not to worry tremblingly.

"You don't look like you're going to be okay!" Harry started to put Warming Charms on Mooney, but layers of Warming Charms didn't do anything.

"...Come... bucket...water..." Harry thought he heard it wrong, at your current temperature, a bucket of water would freeze into an ice sculpture!

"...quick..." Since Mooney said so firmly, Harry could only wave his wand, and the water was like a spring.

Wet from the beginning to the end, the cold air on Moni's body was not so heavy.At the first moment of being able to move, Money desperately wiped his arm with the wet quilt.

"I knew I would have used it just now, and the rejection reaction was too exaggerated." Until the unicorn blood on his arm was wiped off, the coldness on Moni's body was within the acceptable range. "I wonder how Ron felt at the time?"

Moni never expected that his own blood and the unicorn blood would repel each other to such an extent. The unicorn blood wanted to purify the nightmare blood, and the nightmare blood wanted to drive out the unicorn blood. Completely crushed by the Nightmare Bloodline, and after the Nightmare Bloodline won, they didn't even let go of the unicorn blood on their skin. The result of the whole body occupation of land was that Moni almost froze to death.

The quick-drying spell dried the bed and itself, and as soon as the quilt was pulled on, the place where the quilt touched the hand was covered with a layer of frost: "Harry, you said I won't be stable like this, right? What to do with people!"

"zzzz..." He was answered by another grunt.

"If it's like this all the time... how will I eat in the future!" In fact, Mooney is most concerned about eating.

☆, Difficult Potions class

The author has something to say: try to update two chapters today~

My brother is getting married tomorrow, so I don't know if I can type, so I apologize in advance.

Because Quirrell was easily kicked away by the centaur in the Forbidden Forest-Harry absolutely did not believe that with the temper of the Feathered Serpent, which was more powerful than Voldemort, he could endure the race in the recipe kicking it in the face with a hoof-so Feathered Serpent was very likely to be completely finished that year, but Harry and the others did not feel relaxed about it.Because Harry and the others were unsteadily half-awakened, the little animals at Hogwarts suddenly found that Malfoy and the savior's "love and kill" became less and less during this period.

"Money, it's time to eat, don't you wear gloves anymore, okay?" The thick cotton gloves made it difficult for Moni to hold the knife and fork, and they often scratched on the dinner plate making harsh sounds.

"No, I'm cold." Hermione stared dead-eyed at Mooney's brow, which was sweating from five or six layers of warmth charms and a thick cotton coat.

"Tell me you're cold after you've wiped the sweat off your brow." Seeing that Mooney would not take off his gloves, Hermione had no choice but to give up, but her forehead was still covered with veins when Mooney made a harsh sound.

If it was normal, Harry would have stood up and bared his teeth gloatingly, but now he is a little bit hard to protect himself.

The hands that seemed casual but were always tense carefully took a piece of steak from the table, and cut it gently while minimizing the presence. In terms of speed, it was slower than the Slytherin next door. .

"Have you lost your appetite again, Harry?" Hermione frowned, these two people have been so strange recently.

"En." Harry looked like he wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat, but in fact he didn't have a full meal recently.

"Do you want to see Madam Pomfrey?"

"No, no need." Harry quickly refused, and then looked helplessly at the few salads on the table that had been divided up a long time ago. "It's just that I'm a little tired of eating recently, and I want to eat something light."

"Well, you can try the sweet soup, it tastes good." Hermione looked helplessly at the mess on the table. Although Gryffin was good, eating was like fighting a war. It was useless until it was grabbed on the plate. .

"Next meal." After saying that, Harry put down the cutlery, got up and left the restaurant.

Harry, who was less than half full, was anxiously heading towards the Potions classroom. He urgently needed to get used to the strength of holding a knife before the class.

Pushing open the classroom door, since everyone was having lunch, there was no one in the classroom. Harry randomly took two potions from the medicine shelf and found a corner.

Take a deep breath, lighten your pressure, and cut it slowly...'Ka'!

Although the left hand put less effort, the right hand holding the medicinal material directly crushed the root-like medicinal material into wood dregs.

"Oh..." Annoyed, he swept the debris aside, picked up another eyeball of an unknown animal, picked up the crochet hook, and gently lifted the film on the surface of the eyeball...very good, neither pierced nor pinched Eye-popping.Now slowly draw a knife across the raised membrane...well, without cutting the eyeball.Finally, gently and slowly tear off the film with a crochet hook...'click'!

"Damn it!" Harry pinched the crochet hook into two pieces because he was too focused on his eyes and forgot the strength of his hands.

There was no time to try again, Harry had already heard footsteps, quickly cleaned up the debris, packed up the potion utensils, and carefully hid behind the door, when the Slytherin student with the green scarf sat down, Harry quietly left the Potions classroom.

Shuttle casually but a little impatiently in the corridor, Harry didn't return to the classroom in a hurry until he was sure that most of the students had gone to the classroom.

"Harry, where have you been?" Seeing Harry coming in, Hermione quickly pulled him and asked, "I thought you would be late!"

"Nothing to do, just walk around." Since Harry came late, Neville sat down with Hermione early, so Harry could only stay with Money.

Silently looked at the cotton gloves that Moni had taken off, the fluff inside the gloves could be seen the traces of frost, but because the indoor temperature was high and the source of frost was not there, the inside of the gloves looked a bit damp.

Let's hope nothing happened to Potions class...Harry had a bad feeling.

Snape rolled around the classroom menacingly in his black robe, focusing on the Gryffindor group, especially some jerk's son.Normally, Harry wouldn't care about the gaze behind him at all, but now he has to be careful even when cutting a small piece of daisy root. Under careful circumstances, the gaze comparable to Avada's behind him seems to be very obstructive.

"Hiss!" I accidentally cut my finger, it's not important, the important thing is that the finger is fine, but the knife is cracked!

Turning his head carefully to look, luckily Snape didn't look this way.He nudged Mooney and motioned him to look at his pocket knife.

"You really...here you are." Money exchanged the knife with Harry helplessly.The split knife can survive this class in his own hand, but it will shatter into pieces at any time in Harry's hand.

"Two points deducted from Gryffindor for disturbing classroom order." Even though he was nearly half a professor away, Snape still heard Harry and their communication. Although he couldn't hear the content clearly, the deducted points were enough.

"..." The knife plunged into the table, and before Snape noticed it, he quickly opened the knife and blocked the knife edge with a pile of potion waste.

Money: ...is a knife enough?

☆, it was really an accident

The potion was finally prepared carefully, and the final bottling work was handed over to Moni who put on cotton gloves again. Now the question is who will hand over the potion to the podium.

"Harry, I'll leave it to you." Money put the potion in Harry's hand with eyes like a warrior.

"No, no, you better go, you don't want to see me crush the bottle in front of Snape's eyes." Holding the potion bottle, Harry quickly refused.

"But you can't let me hand in the potion with gloves on, Snape will kill me!"

"But if I lose my strength he'll kill me too!"

"Do you want me to freeze the potion into an ice cube and hand it in!" Mooney said with dead fish eyes.

"...Okay." Harry held the potion in both hands, and walked up to the podium with an attitude of going to death.

Snape stood behind the podium with his arms folded across his chest, critically looking at each bottle of potion brought to the podium.

"You got a P (poor) and two points for Gryffindor. I said in class that the golden grass must be chopped up and not... just thrown in." A Gryffindor Potion and Demonstration The colors were very different, and Snape saw at a glance what the problem was.

"Potter, do you look like you want me to take your homework from you respectfully?" Snape looked at the potion Harry held up in both hands. "Shall I bow? Put it on the table, Potter!"

"Well, Professor...can you take it yourself?" Harry asked hopelessly.

"And I'll give you a T." Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I'll put it on the table right away." Harry took a deep breath, carefully held the bottle with one hand, and gently...

"Come on Potter!" Snape snapped.

"Crack!" The whole classroom was silent, everyone was looking at the shattered potion bottles in front of Snape and the potions dripping down the table, as well as the gloomy Snape and the doomed Harry.

"It seems that Mr. Potter is very dissatisfied with me..." Snape was so gloomy that he had a doomsday background with dark clouds covering the sun.

"...Professor, do you believe me when I say it was an accident?" Harry stared blankly at the shard of glass under his hand, his face full of despair.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, eight o'clock every night, a week of confinement!" Snape cleaned up the mess on the table with a wave of his wand. "And, Mr. Porter and Mr. Crews failed their classwork!"

"At least it should be qualified before it breaks?" The people in the classroom looked at Harry with wonder eyes.

"What do you think, Mr. Potter...Five points deducted from Gryffindor! Get back to your seat!" Harry turned around, wiped his face, and sat back in his seat with a tragic expression.

"Hehe, good luck bro~" If it weren't for that weird ending sound, I really believe that you wish me good luck.Harry looked at Mooney's paralyzed face and wanted to stab him with a knife.

--------after dinner-------

Walking in the corridor of the cellar, Harry arrived at his destination with the eyes of all the passing Slytherin students as if they were taking a last look at the only precious species in the world.

"Child, do you need me to pass on something to your friend who came to collect the corpse?" Even the Medusa on the door has a tone that you can't survive tonight.

"No, maybe I can survive until I go back to the tower." But even he wasn't sure after he smashed the potion - at least according to Snape - in front of Snape. , whether he can see the sun tomorrow.

He squeezed the wand in his sleeve to make sure it wouldn't be obstructed when he drew it.He clenched his fists behind his hands, making sure that he could escape by punching through the door in front of him in case of danger.

Take a deep breath and calm down, at least Snape won't let him die in his office...probably.

Gently knocking on the door, the door slowly opened from the inside, and the crack in the door seemed to reveal the breath from hell...

"Mr. Potter, do you still need me to invite you in!" Hellbringer, I bah... Snape looked gloomyly at the son of a bastard in front of him with a doomsday background.

When Snape turned his head, Harry reassured his wand, wiped his face, and closed the office door behind him.

"The potion ingredients over there are your confinement content for this week. If you don't finish it within a week or fail..." Snape's malicious smile turned the dark clouds into lightning and thunder. "Confinement extended."

Harry looked at the three big barrels of copper stone in front of him and was silent (made up by himself), which was never planned for him to finish in a week from the beginning!If he was still an ordinary 11-year-old little wizard, not to mention finishing three barrels within a week, half of the barrels would be a dream. Before this thing was specially processed, it was as hard as granite!

"Remember, Potter, it must be ground into a fine powder." Harry nodded with a forced smile. In fact, he really wanted to ask Snape, if he finished it earlier, could he end the confinement earlier?

Suppressing the urge to laugh, he sat among a large pile of copper and stones, weighed one at random, and looked at Snape who was correcting his homework and had no time to pay attention to him.

Clenching his hands tightly, the copper stone shattered into powder and flowed from the fingers.Kneading them into powder one by one, Harry inexplicably felt that it was very relieved to knead like this.

damn it!damn it!These stupid monsters, what are daisy roots too tough to cut, I just tore them up and threw them in! T, all T!Snape viciously scratched a T on each piece of parchment that almost showed through the paper.

Finally finished correcting those irritating parchments, Snape heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head to see Potter, who was sweating profusely because of the hard potion ingredients, but the piled on the table. Block Harry's Copperstone Dust.

"..." For the first time, a bewildered expression similar to disbelief appeared on Snape's face.

☆、Variety of confinement

The author has something to say: I worked hard, and today there is only this chapter

"Potter, what is this?" Snape asked uncertainly.

"Potion powder." Before Snape saw it, Harry quickly took the roller, put a copper stone in it, and slowly rolled it.

"...you..." Snape suddenly wondered if the Potter family had troll blood in their ancestors.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Harry put on an innocent face, and at the same time, the copper stone in his hand was visibly broken into small pieces.

"It's all right." Snape summoned the house-elf, poured himself a cup of coffee, and took a sip.He felt that he might need to calm down and think about the confinement content tomorrow.

In the end, Harry spent a night in confinement to get those bronze stones, and Snape's own background turned into a volcanic eruption.

Confinement the next day...

"Uh, professor, these are..." Harry looked at the three big buckets in front of him, which were probably worm pupae.

"These are half lizard pupae (made up by myself), the content of your confinement today." Snape raised the corner of his mouth maliciously.

"Um, how to do it?" Harry had never seen this kind of material.

"It's the same as yesterday." This kind of chrysalis is extremely tough, and it is usually dried in the sun before being ground.Even if the Potter family really has troll blood, it is absolutely impossible to get these things done during the confinement time.

"..." Harry shivered coldly, inexplicably feeling a gust of wind behind him.

I pinched the chrysalis and found that it was very elastic, and my hands were tightly closed... huh?Bounce again?

Harry curled his lips, fully understanding Snape's plan.Increase strength, squeeze hard with both hands... the water in the pupae was squeezed out, and the pupae became crisp.With a light grip, the chrysalis naturally collapsed into pieces.

Because he caused trouble for Potter, Snape could easily draw a T on the parchment no matter how popular the content on the parchment was.

After correcting all the homework, he took a sip of coffee in a good mood, but when he turned around, he found what happened yesterday on the table again—the potion powder that covered the human figure.

"..." What a joke!Snape broke the handle of the coffee cup.

Just as Snape was about to stand up, he saw that Potter twisted a chrysalis into a twist, and all the water in the chrysalis was squeezed into the bucket, and one of the three buckets was already empty.

"..." Snape picked up the handleless coffee cup and drank the coffee in one gulp, he needed to calm down again.

Day three of confinement...

"It's still powder!" Snape squeezed the words through his teeth and sat aside, watching Harry get to work.

"..." Did Snape blow up the cauldron?Why are you so angry.

Today's confinement is the seed of goldenseal, which is nothing but hard.

"..." I don't know why, when seeing this thing, the idea that came into Harry's mind was to get up from where he fell.

Although the seeds cannot be crushed in one go, the mill is not for viewing.Grab a handful of seeds and throw them into the mill, poke the seeds casually and they will become fine powder.

"Okay, Potter! Your confinement is over for today!" Snape grabbed Harry by the collar with the background of the tsunami and landslide, and threw him out of the cellar.

"..." Harry who stared at Medusa helplessly spread his hands.

Day four of confinement...

"..." Harry looked at the dragon scales on the table in silence. He had crushed and swallowed a piece of this thing before, although he tried his best to grind it.He believed that the dragon scale and those on the table came from a dragon, and suddenly missed Nobo very much.

"still……"

"Grinding, I understand." Harry sat down helplessly, picked up the grinder and smashed it directly on the dragon scale, and immediately a hole was sunk in the dragon scale.

"...The confinement is over." He grabbed Harry by the collar again and threw Harry out, and today's slamming door resounded throughout the cellar.

Fifth day of confinement...

"This is..." Harry stared dumbfounded at the materials in the corner of the office.

"Your confinement today." Snape's own background strangely turned into a bright little sun.

"But it's also..." Harry said awkwardly, even his stuff was too...

"No but, Mr. Potter." There were more than a dozen potion barrels in the corner of the office, stacked one on top of the other, almost reaching the ceiling.

"... Gudong." Swallowing, Harry resigned himself to sitting on the small stool and began to process the potion. It was still relatively hard potion, but there were surprisingly many varieties.

Harry had disposed of less than a quarter of the potion by the time Snape announced the end of confinement.

Back in Gryffindor Tower, Harry slumped on the bed, tired for the first time since waking up.

Sixth day of confinement...

There are still a huge amount of potion materials, and there are still more than half of them left until the end of the confinement.

Seventh day of confinement...

Today Snape's self-contained background turned into a rainbow strangely, and even the rough-headed Gryffindor could feel his good mood.

In order not to see so many potion ingredients again tomorrow, Harry processed the remaining potion explosively.Even with the strength of his awakened body, his arms and hands still hurt.

After Harry left, Snape received a letter:

Dear Mr. Snape

The potion materials you sent are handled very well. If there is such a large supply of potions in the future, I hope to cooperate with you again.

And in the future, if you come to our store to consume all medicinal materials, you can get [-]% off, and you can book in advance.

Green Lizard Potions

"There will be a chance." Snape sipped his coffee comfortably, feeling that today's potion homework was surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

The next day, the little animals at Hogwarts found that the comments on the potions homework were much milder than usual.

☆, warriors gather

After that confinement, Moni handed in every potion class homework. In order to prevent the potion from freezing into ice lumps, Moni specially ordered a pair of ultra-thin, pure, transparent and temperature-adjustable gloves, because the price is slightly higher. It was a bit more expensive, and if Harry hadn't been choking him, he'd have kept on wearing those thick cotton gloves.

Because he was no longer confined by Snape, Harry ushered in the final exam leisurely.After stepping out of the examination room of the last exam, most people breathed a sigh of relief, only Ravenclaw and Hermione were still reading those exam questions.

"Okay, Hermione, we've finished the exam. It's no use talking about it." With his hands behind his head and a piece of grass in his mouth, Mooney lay on the grass and looked at Baiyun leisurely.

"The leader of the goblin rebellion..." Hermione ignored him, still thinking to herself.

Harry was about to say something, when he suddenly saw Draco walking by from a distance, and the gesture behind his back made him understand that it was time to fight the BOSS.

After curfew at night, Harry and Money wore invisibility cloaks and came to the entrance of the restricted area in the corridor on the fourth floor, where Ron and Draco were already waiting.

"Yo, let's move towards the goal... ouch!" The stupid Mooney was making stupid moves next to the trapdoor, and was kicked from behind by Harry.

"Okay, let's go." Harry jumped down with a smile on his face, followed by Ron.

"Tsk, this is really tasteless." Malfoy, who jumped down at the end, burned the devil vines that climbed up with a flame.

Continue to move forward, ignoring the flying keys on the top of the head, and several enhanced versions are torn apart and directly smashed into the door.Professor McGonagall's real wizard chess is also torn apart, and those unbearable giants have long been settled by Quirrell.

"Wow~" The blazing flames in the corridor in front of him made Mooney exclaim in amazement: "Harry, Snape really wants to kill you, right?"

"No, I think the Headmaster just wanted to test his IQ." With just a glance at the potions on the table, Draco could immediately tell which bottle was the correct potion. "Those who are knowledgeable about potions don't need to bother."

Seeing that there was only a sip of the potion, Harry and the others looked at each other, and then Ron picked up the potion and threw it on the flame: "Why did we think that potion can only be drunk before?"

The raging flames gradually extinguished, and Harry and the others confirmed their wand and some alchemy props made by Ron with the materials provided by Malfoy.

Each took out a small vial of potion and downed it - a special stabilizer that Draco had brewed according to their individual circumstances, allowing them to temporarily manipulate their semi-awakened bloodlines.

"Ugh, this smell...is too sour." Harry's features were all wrinkled together.

Draco rolled his eyes, ignoring this Pote who always thought that potions could be used as juice.

Viewing angles are sharper and nails are sharper.Draco's potion is worthy of inheriting from Snape, the effect is really good.thought Harry.

Several people moved to the last room with Harry at the head, opened the door, and it was Quirrell without any surprise.

"Harry Potter, I'm surprised...how are you here!?" With his back to the entrance, Quirrell, who was slowly turning around, stared dumbfounded at the extra Draco and the others. In the end, there should only be enough potions left for one person to pass through!

"All petrified!" Moni was the first to attack, but unfortunately, Chilo was the only one who could break into the Albanian forest alone, and easily blocked Moni's attack.

"Τοσ?ννεφο! (Thundercloud)" appeared out of thin air over Quilo, and the dark clouds splitting thunder and lightning frightened him. After the armor curse was broken, he failed to react immediately. Hit in the face.A drenched Quirrell is the perfect spot for a mid-air thunderbolt.

Due to the lack of magic power, the volts of the thunder and lightning were not high, which only temporarily paralyzed Quirrell, but it was enough for Harry and others to confirm that the back of Quirrell's head was only the Dark Lord.

After confirming this, Harry walked around behind Quirrell before he was relieved, and punched him on the back of the head. The big turban on his head flew out, revealing the Dark Lord's face, but this The current image of the face is not very good: although there is no nose, the position of the nose is still full of blood. Although I don't know if a soul will lose its teeth, at least Voldemort is missing two teeth.

"...!" The situation was completely beyond Voldemort's plan, and even the former Dark Lord still couldn't avoid being full of chaos.

The author has something to say: In the past week, I have something to do at home, so I can only type in the afternoon, probably every one.

But don’t worry everyone, there is at least one update every day, and it will be fine after this week~(?˙▽˙?)

☆, half to half

"Harry Potter, I have to say that the savior does have something special, but don't think that you can defeat me, the Dark Lord is immortal!" After all, the Dark Lord is the Dark Lord, and his psychological quality is indeed not ordinary, so he directly abandoned the odd man. The back of Luo's head appeared in the air in the form of a soul.

"You are from the Malfoy family? Didn't Lucius tell you that your family is loyal to the Dark Lord!" He circled around and came to Draco, "As my most loyal servant, I will give Lucius this Save face, as long as you point your wand at Harry Potter, the Dark Lord can forgive your previous behavior."

"...Brain damage is a disease, and it can be cured." A small lightning flashed casually, passing through Voldemort's soul without accident.

"Are the Malfoys going to betray me?" Even if it was only a crippled soul, Voldemort's magic pressure still caused great pressure on Harry and the others, who were only 11 years old.

"Malfoy was never anyone's servant!" Draco swung his wand fiercely: "Θασεκ?νεικομμ?τια.!"

"Ηγητουασ?λου!" The same ancient elf magic, the huge difference in magic power made Draco's magic useless.

What the hell!Harry's eyes widened.It is not uncommon for Voldemort to know the ancient Elven language, but the ancient elves have long been extinct!Draco's bloodline has its own inheritance after awakening, what happened to Voldemort!

"Oh, ancient Elven language!" Voldemort held Quirrell's wand in his hand, and tapped his palm lightly. "It seems that the Malfoy family has produced a remarkable descendant!"

"Tsk!" Draco bowed slightly and backed away, his hands quietly tucked into his sleeves, and there were some special kinds of plant branches in the space pockets hidden in the sleeves.The dagger in Mooney's sleeve slipped into his hand, and Ron was ready for the spell, ready to let Voldemort know what a soul-shocking roar was.

Harry quietly put away his wand, and reached into the pocket that had been enchanted with space magic. There was a knight's wide-edged sword made of a special material—it was found in an antique collection shop in his previous life, and the shop hung it on the wall. It's a decoration, after all, no wizard will hold a sword that can kill people by its weight alone to fight.In this life, he bought this thing ahead of time, even though he spent a small half of the treasury left to him by his parents.

Suddenly, the black mist around Voldemort's soul began to roll violently, and the facial features on his face also began to distort.Harry raised his guard in case this was Voldemort's trick.

"Malfoy? Are you... the son of Abraxas?" The smoke gradually calmed down, and the facial features became clear. Now Voldemort is no longer the snake face without a nose, although it looks as stiff as plaster , but it is indeed an excellent look. "Or a grandson?"

"...Do you think you are not the Dark Lord if you change your face?" Harry clenched the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it out and chop on the Dark Lord's head at any time.The blades on both sides of this sword are different. One side cuts the body and the other side attacks the soul. According to the owner of the antique shop, this sword was used by the Holy See knights to deal with undead creatures thousands of years ago.

"Harry Potter?" The doubt on the Dark Lord's face was about to become a question mark. "No, the only Potter family is Charles Potter! Who is James Potter!" The black mist began to roll again, forming a black vortex centered on the Dark Lord. "Feathered snake!"

"!" The black mist surrounded Voldemort in the shape of a snake, and there was a pair of wings behind it. It was a feathered snake that Harry and the others hated to the core.

what happened! ?Harry held his sword in front of him, and the men behind him also drew their weapons.

The black mist gradually separated from Voldemort, and Mooney suddenly opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "Both souls are not complete!"

"what?!"

The author has something to say: I don’t know if there is a lot less, but the call is rather urgent~

☆、16-year-old Tom

"What?" Harry asked loudly, guarding Voldemort.

"Soul! Feathered Serpent's soul is only half!" Voldemort's incomplete soul was known to Mooney, but Feathered Serpent's soul was also only half. "I think the reason why Feathered Serpent didn't occupy the body until you killed Voldemort is because the soul is incomplete!"

"Don't blame me for killing Voldemort! Who knew that his idle egg hurts so much that he not only cuts his soul, but also sticks other souls to himself!" Voldemort in front of him was almost out of control, Harry took a small step back cautiously and said in a low voice grit your teeth.

Feathered Serpent's soul was still in a deep sleep with eyes closed, and Voldemort roared ferociously: "Feathered Serpent! I will not let you go!" Suddenly, Voldemort quieted down, and his whole person felt different.

"There is not much time. I am Tom Riddle, Voldemort at the age of 16." Voldemort raised his head and looked straight at Harry: "The feathered serpent's soul is temporarily asleep, it can't hear these things, find the diary, and have to do it Temporary partner, 16-year-old me will tell you what I know, and I will make everything go the way it used to be"

After Tom Riddle finished speaking, Voldemort returned to his ferocious madness again, and Feathered Serpent's soul turned into black mist and returned to Voldemort's surroundings.

Harry's eyes widened, and he slapped Mooney and the others away with the blade of his sword. Then he put away his sword and took out his wand. A griffin version of flames burned Quirrell to ashes. After doing this, Voldemort also regained his sanity. .

Watching Voldemort rush towards him in a complex state of mind, passing through the body brings a dizzy feeling, and then watching Voldemort float away from Hogwarts before passing out.

Feel like you forgot something?That's what Harry thought before passing out.

When he woke up, he was already in the hospital wing, and Dumbledore was standing beside the bed communicating with Madam Pomfrey.

"Harry, you're awake." Madam Pomfrey poured a glass of water and put it on Harry's bedside, then walked out of the hospital wing and closed the door.

"Principal, Voldemort..." Harry acted eagerly and helplessly: he finally remembered what he forgot.No midnight duel, no Nick Mailer, how did he know about Voldemort!

"Don't worry, boy." Dumbledore didn't seem to care about the question, "Voldemort has left."

"But, isn't he dead?" Harry asked as he remembered, sweating behind his back.

"No, boy. He just disappeared, he didn't die." Dumbledore wiped his glasses, "But I wanted to ask something else..."

"You said." Come.Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did you stun Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked seriously.

"Ha... ah, that, because..." When did I knock him out?

"Harry, I know you don't have a good relationship with Mr. Malfoy, but you can't knock your classmates out just because you're afraid of being an informer. Mr. Malfoy hasn't woken up yet, because of this, and to give Malfoy Sir, I have to deduct five points from Gryffindor." Dumbledore looked at the bed next door, straightened his robe and turned to leave, "But as your heroic performance, I will give you other rewards."

After hearing Dumbledore close the door, Harry threw off the quilt and jumped off the bed, and pulled back the curtain of the next bed. Draco had already woken up, leaning against the head of the bed with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Draco? What did you do..." The following words became smaller and smaller under Draco's gloomy face...

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"Do we also need to follow the past?" Money looked at Harry who was unconscious on the ground in a daze - he just fell on Quirrell's ashes.

"Well, it should be fine to change something." Ron shrugged.

"But even so, it wouldn't be appropriate for a white-haired Slytherin enemy to appear here?" Hearing what Monny said, Ron secretly moved behind Draco.

"You don't have to worry about me." Draco raised his eyebrows, and took out a disposable invisibility cloak from the interspatial bag, "The key is how to deal with this Ravenclaw, don't forget, he can't tell you cooked'."

"You just need to be familiar with them." He picked up an alchemy protection and smashed it on the back of Draco's head, and picked up the invisibility cloak under Mony's dumbfounded eyes, "As an authentic Gryffindor, I have never heard of someone who was an informant." Behaving Slytherin that's the best way to deal with it."

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"So when Dumbledore and the others came, Ron was wearing an invisibility cloak, and you declared that you were knocked out by Mony and me!" Suddenly, I felt that Ron had a sinister feeling towards Draco after he awakened his bloodline.

"Oh, I can't spare that red-haired seafood." Draco gritted his teeth and rubbed the back of his head. "As an elf, for an insidious creature like a siren,