Harder Aurora

Bai his only son will never come back.However, people always yearn for miracles. For a certain period of time, he always stayed in the manor with Narcissa to study all kinds of ancient black magic, hoping to prove that this damn thing was a large-scale hallucination. They were cursed by the Dark Lord So I'm trapped in a false reality.

It wasn't until Severus came to warn them that the Ministry of Magic noticed the unusual dark magic activity in Malfoy Manor, and it was only because of Potter's suppression that no one came to bother them.

Merlin, he hated Potter even more.

Ashley was walking at the end of the family, and was about to close the door, but just as he grabbed the doorknob, he froze, turned around as if in response, and stared blankly at the other side of the path.

There is no one there, only two medieval-style flower beds carved from Greek marble on the left and right, which are extremely tasteless, pompous and ugly.Ashley stuck out his tongue, turned and closed the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Old Malfoy held on to the edge of the flower bed with his wrinkled hands like a timid young man, poking out half of his face covered with water.

"Mrs. Malfoy, good evening." Greengrass held a large pile of documents, smiled apologetically at Narcissa, and piled them all up on the low table in the hall.

Narcissa looked at the piles of various parchments in amazement, "What's the matter? I heard something happened in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Big deal." Astoria shook his head tut-tsk, "The Ministry of Magic is going to lose money, and the next game will have to be postponed. After all, Brady Young, who is left in Durmstrang, can walk. Facts have proved that No matter how strong the background is, it can't compare to luck." She smiled gloatingly, and the corners of her mouth lifted happily.

Narcissa sat down preoccupied, "Is Potter hurt?"

"Yes, thanks Merlin, it's a pity that the filthy half-veela wasn't there."

"Maybe I should visit him." Narcissa whispered to herself.

"What?" Astoria couldn't hear what she was saying, and she stood up after frantically sorting out hundreds of compensation slips, "Mr. Malfoy hasn't come back yet."

Narcissa shook her head, "Go back and rest first, and I will tell him."

Greenglass bowed slightly to her, "Yes, ma'am."

Narcissa sat alone for a while, she thought about it, and decided to write a letter.

"Ep!"

"Yes, master!" A soft-spoken house-elf appeared in front of her with a "snap", its long, pointed ears resting on the sides of its bald head, and its eyes the size of tennis balls watched timidly. Looking at Narcissa, "Please order!"

"Make a plate of liqueur chocolates, put them in a satin box, and then take this letter and send it to St. Mungo's to Mr. Potter." Narcissa quickly finished writing a note, and threw it to the elf Aip .

"Hurry up." It's best to hurry up before Lucius comes back, otherwise the chocolate will probably be poisoned.

"Yes, Master!" screamed the house-elf and disappeared.

Narcissa stood up and walked up and down the gorgeous hall. Maybe she should go straight to St. Mungo's.

"Pa——" The sudden sound startled Narcissa, and Aipu stood in horror.

Narcissa frowned unhappily, which made her look a little young and thin, "Who allowed you to appear here suddenly?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Master," huge teardrops streamed from the elf's horribly large eyes, "Bad Ip! Bad Ip!" It dropped to the ground, banging its head against the floor.

"Enough." Narcissa moved her eyes away in disgust, "What is it?"

"It's Master Malfoy." Aip burst into tears, "He's in the garden, looking very uncomfortable."

Narcissa opened her eyes wide, "What?" She jumped over the house elf who was still crying, and carrying the long skirt, ran from the room to the already bleak garden.

"Lucius!" she shouted in surprise. Her husband was half-kneeling beside a pine tree, his upper body curled up and trembling slightly, and one hand was grasping the rough tree trunk vigorously. His long hair, which had been meticulously combed, was now in a mess. , blocking his downcast face.

Narcissa didn't care about soiling her robe, and knelt beside her husband, holding his face carefully, "What's wrong, you were attacked? Did you touch some black magic item?"

She felt the body under her palm was tense and trembling slightly.Narcissa hugged him tightly in fear, and patted his back comfortingly, "Speak, tell me."

"...I can't." Lucius finally spoke, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "Cissa." Lucius moved, and hugged his wife tightly, "It's not a bad thing..."

Buried in her cool blond hair, Lucius closed his eyes and said, "Not a bad thing."

Charles was lying on the bed with his eyes open, and he was having trouble sleeping again.No, it should be said that he is afraid to sleep again and even has ptsd about all the Christmas stuff.

After turning around a few more times, Charles finally couldn't lie down anymore, got up, put on his slippers, and touched his parents' master bedroom.

"...I'm worried, honey..."

Still talking so late?It seemed that he hadn't been stabbed to death yet, and Charles put his ear on the door with confidence.

"But he asked to stay, David, how can we say no to Charlie?"

"It's not just about safety..." Davis paused, as if thinking about something, but soon he said, "He'll find out one day."

"I get it!" Louise raised her voice, "and I suspect he already knows! I can't lose Charlie—"

I will never leave.

"He won't," Davis coaxed, "I know him, he won't, trust our son"

"I...Idon't know, heismy everything"

Charles exhaled slowly, turned and went back to his room.

He sat at his desk for a few minutes, taking his notebook out of a drawer.

"Dear mom and dad, I need to go back to school to deal with a very important matter, you must go back to New York immediately, I have asked Mr William to send someone to protect you, do not leave the United States.

Believe me, I will never leave.

Love you, Charles. "

Charles tore off the paper, pressed it on the desk with ornaments, then picked up his schoolbag from the ground and started packing.

After everything was ready, he opened the door lightly and knocked lightly on the door next door.

"Come in."

Sure enough, I haven't slept yet.Charles tried not to make any noise, opened Ashley's door and slipped in.

His uncle was wearing a nightgown, sitting on the window sill with his knees hugged, his platinum-blond hair reflected a faint halo in the moonlight, and he looked like a soft and elegant purebred cat. "It's starting to get colder, have you seen it? There are so many clouds these days, it's almost impossible to see the moon."

He couldn't let Ellie go back to the United States together. There was only one place that was absolutely safe for him. Old Malfoy had been a Death Eater, and that was definitely not the choice.

"I'm leaving," Charles said.

Eli turned his head puzzled, looked at Charles standing in the shadows, "You mean now?"

"There's been an accident at school, and Mr Potter has been badly injured."

Sure enough, Ashley's complexion changed immediately. A second ago, he was still lazy and sleepy, but now his face was blue and his lips were pale. Charles wondered if he was going to faint.

"Father and mother will return to the United States tomorrow, do you want to go back with them, or come with me now?"

Ashley responded to his question with action, "Wait for me.".He quickly put on his sweater and coat, "Is there anything else I need to bring?"

Good question, "...in theory....bringing your people is enough."

"That sounds really weird." Ashley squinted at him as he zipped up.

"This is the first time I've run away from home when I grow up." Charles sighed, "It actually feels a little exciting."

"Run away from home?" Eli narrowed his eyes. "That's not right, boy."

"Are you going or not, Mr. Potter is dying, and I'm just waiting to see you for the last time—"

"Don't curse him." Ai Li slapped his nephew on the head with a dark face, "Let's go."

Harry was still unconscious, but he was much better. At least the wound on his back was healed well. Ginny carefully lifted off a little gauze, and looked worriedly at the freshly tender flesh inside.

James sat by the hospital bed, grabbed Harry's left hand, "Mom, when will Dad wake up?"

"It should be soon." Ginny stroked his hair.

"Albus is awake, sister." Ron pushed the door open and walked in. He was still wearing his uniform. In fact, he hadn't taken it off for a long time. He had been busy with various things and had to deal with reporters from the Daily Prophet. And Madeleine's trap, he's going crazy.

"...Can't you call me by my name normally, bro?" Ginny gritted her teeth.

"Uncle Ron," James asked, "do you know what happened to Charles Walker?"

"You're on good terms with him?" said Ron.

"No." James grinned, showing his standard eight teeth.

"Then why..." Ron's voice gradually weakened, he understood, okay, Ron rolled his eyes, "That's a smart, cunning and well-connected brat, Minister Justin's guest , poor Olsen is going to have a long headache."

James didn't know why, but he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, which is really great.

"...de...", Harry moved his fingers and his lips moved slightly.

"Harry!", Ginny grabbed his hand, "He's talking!"

"Relax, old girl, you're going to crush him." Ron sneered.

At this time, a therapist opened the door and handed a note to Ron, "...he said it was urgent, Mr. Weasley."

Ron narrowed his eyes when he saw what was on the paper, and one eyebrow raised high.

"...Draco..." Harry murmured.

Well, now the three people in the ward understand what he's talking about, this is not normal... embarrassment, the expression on Ginny's face is like eating a half-baked and expired Harry's homemake pizza.

Ron coughed under cover, "Someone is looking for me, go down first." He took Harry's Invisibility Cloak and left the ward as if fleeing.

After a long silence, James broke the silence, "Maybe we should go see Albus?"

"Exactly." Ginny said dryly, "Let's go."

☆, excessive

The burning pain in his back, Harry thought dejectedly.But why, he stared at Mrs. Black, who hadn't stopped screaming insults, and tried his best to remove the portrait, maybe he should ask Draco.

"Honey!" he called back up the dark, dirty stairs. "Can you come down?"

Soon, there was the sound of "dong dong" footsteps on the old wooden stairs, "Can't you just call me by my Christian name?" His boyfriend came down, with obvious anger.

"No, honey." Harry grabbed his hand, pulled him into his arms and kissed him, "Do you know black magic?"

"..." Draco glanced at him speechlessly, and said reluctantly, "Only a little."

"...filthy Mudblood offspring, lowly bastard—"

Draco leaned lazily in Harry's arms, frowned and looked at the portrait, "She's really noisy."

His back started to hurt again, and Harry hissed, hugging him tighter for reassurance, "My gut tells me there must be some kind of dark magic that can get her off."

Draco squinted at him, "As you said, I can't even repair a broken disappearing cabinet, how can I get rid of a painting that has been cast with a permanent adhesion spell? You should ask my father."

"Also, as long as you can guarantee that he won't hand me over to Voldemort—"

"Don't say that name!" Draco snapped.

Noticing his trembling in fear, Harry quickly clenched his soft palm, "I'm sorry, I'll call him Tom from now on, as the name sounds like a good guy."

Draco raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Yes, yes, Tom is a good man, a friendly and lovely neighbor—I'm really crazy to tell you such boring things."

Harry watched his lips move and move, and I only talk to you about this kind of stuff.

Draco and Cho were very different, and Harry would always childishly compare them to each other, and he knew it was wrong, and if Draco—no, even Hermione knew—he would be slapped "Don't be a self-satisfied romantic bastard!" Merlin, he could even imagine how she would scold him.

However, he is not flirtatious, he likes Draco very much, the weirdest thing is, how much he hated before, but now he likes him so much, for some moments he wonders if this cunning Slytherin gave him a love potion .

Master Malfoy has a bad temper, looks down on anyone, has a bad personality, discriminates against Muggles, and is really a fucking Death Eater. Apart from dating Harry in class, he is dedicated to repairing Voldemort's cabinets.

Still can't fix it.

Their distance was so close that they were almost face to face, Draco narrowed his eyes, "Are you slandering me again?"

"I didn't." Harry opened his eyes wide.

"We've known each other for 6 years, and I know what you're scolding me as soon as you roll your eyes." Draco always spoke harshly, his words were ugly, but his behavior was always unexpected.

He put his arm around Harry's neck and pressed his lips to his.

Mrs. Black screamed, almost knocking off a layer of dust.

"Would you like to see again, old hag?" Harry was a little dizzy, and he heard Draco defiantly speaking to Mrs. Black in a daze.

Then Draco bowed his head and pulled off his belt, kneeling down in front of him.

"Ah——! Depraved! Shameless! Despicable!" Mrs. Black put on her skirt and fled, knocking off the table and chairs in the portrait.

Draco sat on his knees, holding Harry's thigh and couldn't stand up laughing, "Look, there is no need for any black magic.", he laughed until tears came out, rubbing his face on Harry's waist, looking up he.

Merlin.

He was always like that, seducing Harry over and over again like a naive teenager with only that kind of thing on his mind.

Harry pulled him up hard with his hands, pinning him directly on top of the empty portrait.

"do you happy?" Draco panted slightly, his gray-blue eyes blinked slowly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a gentle arc.

Harry's mouth was half open, dumb, and he licked his somewhat dry lips, leaned down and kissed him.

"Never been happier."

In fact, his boyfriend didn't know how to do it from the very beginning. It can only be said that he is very good at finding information.

when was thatOh, it seems that not long ago, he found strangely that little Malfoy didn't repair his disappearing cabinet, but went to the library on a rare occasion.

Then, he saw the aloof Master Malfoy hiding in a corner and peeking at witch magazines, while nibbling his fingernails thoughtfully.

"You're following me again!" When he saw Harry, the expression on his face seemed to be Voldemort, and he hid the magazine behind him in case Harry didn't notice.

Harry walked over and snatched the magazine from behind him, "Is the disappearing cabinet fixed? You can't count on me for this, even if I'm crazy, I won't help you get the Death Eaters in.", he reproached in a low voice, While opening the fragrant magazine in his hand.

"How to Get Your Wizard Boyfriend Can't Leave You"

"..." Harry started to feel dizzy again, he swayed twice and hit the bookshelf, "...Merlin..."

Draco suddenly covered his face with his arms and choked up, "I am a disgrace to Malfoy."

"What, no!" Harry stuffed the magazine into Draco's schoolbag casually, while putting his arms around his slender waist, "I haven't been to the library tonight, and I don't know anything, you can give me a Forget it all." Harry whispered into his ear.

Ron pulled a corner of the Invisibility Cloak, his face turned eggplant-colored, he shouldn't have interrupted Harry's heavenly dreams, but it was too embarrassing, luckily it wasn't someone else here, otherwise the secret of the Savior and the former Death Eaters It is estimated that the love affair will squeeze the accident of the Triwizard Tournament into only one small square.

"...Draco...."

Ron touched his nose in embarrassment, and patted him on the back cruelly, "Stop barking, old man."

"Hiss—" Harry rubbed his back in pain, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Draco pushed his hand away, trying to see his back.

Seeing that his friend was about to wake up, Ron pinched his thigh directly, "Really, stop screaming, you will be on the front page."

Harry snapped his eyes open, his whole body twitching in pain.

"You!" He looked at Ron sadly, "Can't you let me sleep a little longer?"

"Merlin, you've been calling Malfoy's name, are you sure you want to continue?"

"...Forget it then." Harry moved with great effort, trying to turn his body over, but after struggling a few times, he was still unsuccessful.

Ron kindly handed him the pumpkin juice mixed with the potion, "Painkiller."

"Thanks." Harry frowned and swallowed the unpalatable pumpkin juice. "How are James and Albus? How about the Hungarian Horntail? How many students were injured?"

"James and Albus are fine, but the other two issues are a bit complicated." Ron pulled the invisibility cloak again, "Your two beautiful assistants will come to report to you later, as for now—"

Harry half-raised himself up, put the cup aside, and immediately after drinking the potion, the pain in his back disappeared, and he could finally move his body that was lying stiff.

Ron couldn't hold back anymore, he smirked, grabbed a transparent mass from mid-air and pushed it onto Harry.

"Your bride."

"What - bloody poor redhead." Harry, feeling the weight on him, gaped as the grown-up Draco pulled off his invisibility cloak, picked up his water glass and was about to throw it in Ron's face superior.

Ron turned slightly to avoid the cup that was about to smash a hole in his head, "Still so vicious, Harry, you're so superficial."

Harry grabbed Ellie's hand tightly to prevent him from killing Ron, "Don't leave me." Harry said tremblingly.

This sentence really worked, and Ai Li's attention was immediately attracted to him.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Up to 3 days, Harry, Olsen is an idiot, after 3 days you can move your noble ass back to Hogwarts."

No one cares about him.

Good, Ron can't be bothered to talk to these two, he still has a lot of mess to clean up.

Seeing that he had finally come out, his subordinates whispered something in his ear, and Ron immediately changed his face.

"Alan Field's badge has the blood of a young Hungarian Horntail." Snape said, his face tensed. It was not an accident that the ferocious Horntail went mad. Someone did it on purpose, it was Albus What did you do?

"Where's Potter?" Snape looked at Ron, who was livid.

"He can't get up yet." Ron consciously ignored part of the truth, "Or ask Mr. Field first?"

When Charles returned to school, he found that not only were there fewer people, but everyone looked at him strangely.But he didn't care, his brain was running fast.

Charles unconsciously gnawed his nails while walking into the auditorium. The other houses were fine. When the Slytherins saw him, they all backed away silently. Connor wanted to say hello to him, but was held back, so he Also silent.

"I'm sorry." Dominique whispered across the two empty seats.

Charles didn't hear it, and was still biting his nails in a daze.

"...Don't chew on it." Dominic couldn't stand it anymore, "Nails are innocent."

Charles finally returned to the real world, and he waved at Dominic, "You need to draw a line, I understand."

"It's not that simple, Walker." Sterling said standing behind him, "You can't go back to the dormitory until the prosecutor's office finishes searching certain Slytherin families."

This is a bit too much, but there is no way, he can't expect these students to resist the group of neurotic cults, "Understood, I will find a place to take me." He smiled politely, brought his steak, and directly Walk to Gryffindor.

The auditorium exploded in an instant.

James also began to want to gnaw his nails, but he still bit the bullet and gave up a seat beside him, "Congratulations on getting out of the Wizengamot alive."

"Thank you, I believe you will kindly take me in at night." Charles smirked.

Allen said in horror, "James, don't say yes." His hand was broken, wrapped in a bandage and hung around his neck.

"I saved your dog's life. Is this how Gryffindor treats benefactors?" Charles narrowed his eyes sharply. God testifies that he is not a good-tempered person. This little boy said one more word and he put the Dark Lord at night. come out.

"Henry is still with you, James?" Amber spoke suddenly, her eyes were a little strange, Charles couldn't tell where the strangeness was, he just felt that the famous Gryffindor courtesan was watching with invisible eyes Own.

Damn, it looks like a ghost.

Allen still wanted to protest, but at this moment a boy from a lower grade trotted up to him and whispered something to him, and he frowned and followed the boy away.

Amber's pupils were dilated, watching Alan's swaying back, and slowly clenched the fork in his hand.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" her female companion asked worriedly.

She shook her head, "Nothing."

This was the first time Charles entered Gryffindor's tower, and miraculously, it felt pretty good. It was dry and warm, completely different from the dark and damp of the Slytherin dungeon.

Henry, who was sleeping on James' bed, finally saw his little master again, jumped up excitedly, and kept circling around him.

"Your dog is too picky," James complained, "only willing to eat 3-ripe top-quality rib eye steak, who is used to it."

"High society dogs are indeed a bit more noble than ordinary people." Charles said disdainfully. "It's - fleas?!" he screamed.

"Yeah, your noble dog got the vile flea," James sneered, but pulled out his wand and gave Henry a cleanup.

James graciously shared his modest bunk, albeit with great reluctance, to find a quilt for the uninvited guest, muttering, "I'm crazy to let you in..."

Charles lay lazily on the bed, "Who called you Gryffindor?"

"I just can't figure out why you can't go back to the Slytherin dungeon." James finally found it, slamming the quilt on him.

"Mr. Potter is very protective of you - though I think your brother Albus would understand their behavior as well."

"Indeed, Mum said Gryffindors always had trouble learning politics. Oh, except for Aunt Hermione, who's the smartest witch I've ever met."

The two of them huddled together on the narrow bed and chatted without saying a word. It was rare that there was no tit-for-tat, just like a pair of real brothers.

And Gryffindors would always sympathize with homeless waifs, their sympathy and love almost made Charles feel like they had halos over their heads, and even Potter started to feel less annoying.

James finally couldn't hold it anymore, he said in a daze, "Good night..."

After a while, a uniform and peaceful breathing sound came out.

Charles still had his eyes open. After making sure that James would not wake up, he opened his clenched fist, and there was a note inside.

"Midnight, before the fireplace. Your most loyal servant."

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☆, missing

Alan has no idea why he's being interrogated, his arms are still hurting, his ribs are still cracked from the impact, and he should be resting instead of dealing with the terrifying Slytherin head.

Snape looked up and motioned for him to sit on the only vacant chair. He carefully observed Captain Weasley's face, it seemed that something was wrong.

The delicate and graceful Ravenclaw emblem lay quietly on the top of the oak desk, shining brightly under the candlelight.

"Tell me about this badge." Ron said coldly.

Allen subconsciously avoided answering, and he asked, "Is there something wrong with this badge?"

Just as Ron was about to answer, Snape held him back. He said blankly, "This has nothing to do with you."

Allen lowered his eyes and said after a while, "This is an ordinary badge. When the competition first started, the girls in the lower grades distributed it everywhere. I don't remember who it is."

"Are you sure?" Ron suddenly slapped the table hard, "Lie!"

Damn, this almost slapped his hand off.

Snape glared at Ron, looked back at Alan, and said slowly, "It's because of this badge that the Hungarian Horntail suddenly went crazy, you have to think about it."

"….This is impossible."

"Impossible? Why not?" Snape sneered. "Raise your eyes, Mr. Field."

"Your badge is stuck with the blood of a young Hungarian Horntail. No matter who you want to protect, his or her intention is to kill you." Ron said solemnly, "Is it your sister—— "

"No!" Allen raised his head angrily, his eyes were crystal clear, "I don't know anything, Isabel is even more innocent! Besides, if that person really wants to kill someone, it should be Charles Walker .”

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it?" Allen opened his eyes in disbelief, "You have seen the scene at that time, he is the ultimate goal of the Hungarian Horntail, if he wants to escape the attack of the Horntail, the only way is Ava Dassault's death curse, if he can't cast the spell at that time, then he will definitely die. Even if he did kill the Horntail, he would be sentenced to Dementor's Kiss afterwards, and the fact that he was able to run back to school alive It's almost impossible. I'm shocked why you guys are still bothering with this insignificant badge?"

Both Snape and Ron were silent.

"Your logic makes sense, Mr Field," said Ron, looking him up and down appreciatively, "but lacks motivation."

Allen leaned forward slightly and looked at Ron intently, "But logic is more reliable than motivation."

"Hey, maybe you're interested in being an Oro in the future?" Ron excitedly shook his unbandaged hand, "We'll have a good time working together."

"Weasley!" Snape yelled, and Ron immediately let go and sat back down.

"But you are still protecting the person who gave you this badge." Snape said in a deep voice.

Allen lowered his eyes halfway again, avoiding any eye contact with Snape, "I don't know, I really forgot who it was, Professor."

"Okay, you can go back." Snape waved his hand impatiently.

Is this over?Allen thought happily, and turned around quickly to leave, but unfortunately he didn't hear what Snape said to his back, "Protecting someone who shouldn't be shielding will only lead to bitter consequences."

When there were only two people left in the room, Snape said, "You don't think Walker is the real target, do you?"

Ron rubbed his chin, which was starting to grow stubble, and he had an indescribable feeling, "But his logic is right."

"That's impossible." Snape immediately objected, "Who would take such a big move against a Muggle because he has money? Or, as Aida said, 'see through the evil nature of a Slytherin Muggle '? Who can do it?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Maybe...the Prosecutor's Office?"

"The Prosecutor's Office has to rely on maintaining dirty deals with some former Death Eater purebloods to gain its current power."

"Following Field, I have a hunch that the key point is who he wants to cover."

Should he keep the date on the note?

Charles leaned against the head of the bed, Potter had pulled all the covers off, he felt a little cold now.He didn't have any idea about the source of this note. While enjoying dinner at the table, he picked up the empty plate in front of him and found a small note under it.

He wasn't even sure the note was for him.

However, "Your most loyal servant", Charles silently recited these few words. This is obviously not something that normal people can write, and it even resembles the tone of the Death Eaters in the book.

Then contact the dark lord who is neither human nor ghost in his head.

Well, he should go and see what's going on.

Alan Field hasn't come back yet, but he doesn't care about this little thing. In his opinion, the nightlife of a rich man is always very rich.

Charles glanced at James, who was sleeping unconscious, in disgust, jealous and contemptuous, young is good, when he can have such a comfortable sleep.

He sighed, got off the bed resignedly, put on plush slippers, and left the quiet and warm room in the dark.

The midnight social room was eerily quiet, and the feeling was intensified by the flickering and jumping flames. A figure with long curly hair stood silently in front of the fireplace, and Charles couldn't see her face.

"who are you?"

The graceful figure turned around slowly, and Charles finally saw her face clearly, "Is it you?"

"Master." Amber lowered her head docilely, her voice was misty and dreamy, as if she seemed to be in a dream from which she could not wake up, and she was willing to sleep forever.

Charles was so frightened that he could barely close his mouth. It really was this female ghost, "You put the note?"

"Yes, master." She looked up, with a frenzy on her face, eager for his affirmation, "I gave James Potter the badge stained with the blood of Hungarian Horntail cubs, delaying Harry Potter pace of."

Charles' heart was pounding, when did this happen, and how much the Dark Lord had done behind his back.

"What about the other thing?" Charles asked tentatively, in a manageable low voice.

"I also crossed the border of the Forbidden Forest and replaced the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's Boggart with a Dementor. I also completed it according to your request."

Charles began to tremble, and tremblingly he said, "Fine."

What to do when another person lives in your head and that person wants to kill you.

"pat"

The sound of something being knocked off.

Charles turned around in a hurry and saw Alan's unbelievable eyes. He opened his mouth halfway and maintained the posture he had just crawled out of the doorway.

"It's you!" Allen yelled, "And you!" He looked at Amber with a gloomy face in despair.

"Calm—" Charles tried to communicate with him.

"How could you?!" Allen yelled at Amber, "I've been covering you in front of Professor Snape and Mr. Weasley!"

Charles stopped his discouraging movements and froze.

"What do you want to do? That medal—you want to kill James?" Allen staggered back, "I'm going to tell Professor Snape—" He tripped over the pillow on the floor and fell to the ground.

He finally realized the danger he was in, he couldn't use a wand with his hands, and all the dormitories had anti-disturbance spells, and even if he screamed loudly now, no one would notice for a while.

Amber drew out her wand and murmured, "Master, let me get rid of him."

"What?" Charles looked back in horror.

"Avada—" Hu Po raised her wand high, her pupils dilated to the extreme.

"Don't!" Charles threw himself at him and knocked his wand away. "Don't use this spell!"

Taking advantage of their entanglement, Allen struggled to crawl out of the doorway, and ran to Snape's office with all his might.

"Damn it." Charles pushed Amber aside, he couldn't let Field escape, his secret couldn't be known by anyone.

Charles was much faster than Allen. He was the quarterback of the football team in American middle school, not to mention Allen was still injured.

"Stop!" Charles shouted to the background of Allen's pause, "Things are not what you think, don't force me."

Allen didn't stop, he was still struggling in the dark corridor, like a fox that had been sieged to the end.

Amber chased after him at some point, "heknoewtoomuch"

"Can't let him run away."

"...think, boy, if they