[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

In the dark night under the breeze, the grass rustled.

The Dark Lord in black robe was like a ghost, walking silently.His scarlet eyes narrowed, and his slender hands like dead branches opened: "Ah... It seems that our guests can't wait..."

When Tom Riddle looked this way, Harry felt as if everything had been lifted.He felt an unprecedented cold, bone-piercing cold skull, like flesh sticking to the ice, and it hurt when he moved.

Suddenly, a Death Eater rushed out.He knelt at Voldemort's feet, his voice trembling and tense: "Master, master..."

"What's the matter with you, Nott?" said Voldemort, "What do you want from me?"

"I beg Master for your forgiveness." Old Nott crawled forward, and he kissed the corner of the master's robe: "Forgive me, Master. Forgive my son, I am the one who can't teach well."

"Oh?"

Old Nott's body stiffened, and he swallowed.It seemed that he had exhausted his courage to say the fact that he didn't want to admit: "He is my son, Theodore...Theodore Not."

Someone among the Death Eaters let out a chuckle.Coming from all directions, the feeling of thorns on his back made Nott feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.He crouched down again and asked the Dark Lord for forgiveness.

"Excuse me for my oversight, master, I must—"

Waving his hand, Voldemort interrupted him with a sigh: "Okay, okay...it's not a big deal, Nott. The Dark Lord has always been considerate of others, how can young people not like a sweet date?"

He said, flirting with a smile.

The cold eyes roamed over the two young men.Voldemort loved that feeling, he loved seeing his fear in other people's eyes.He enjoys this fear, dominates people's hearts, and controls everything.

...and play with everything too.

The tension on old Nott's face pleased Voldemort.He could feel the servant kneeling at his feet heaving a sigh of relief—then, his face paled at his words.

"Why don't you introduce your son and his... little girlfriend to us?" Voldemort's tone was soft and slow, as if he was considering it, as if he was persuading him.

"Let me introduce you, Nott. Maybe our great master will be willing to give them a blessing." Bella sneered coldly with her eyes downcast. She knew there would be a problem, a big one.

What was Old Nott trying to hide?

Ah... Anyway, Bella loves the secret.

She is the eldest daughter of the Black family, of noble birth and pure blood.She is the master's right-hand man, and the most trusted servant of the master--absolutely, absolutely must not allow anyone to try to climb her position.

Just like this Knott, do you really think you can replace her?

"I beg, I beg you, my noble master." Bella lowered her head, speaking earnestly: "Let me help old Nott, master. Let Bella come, and Bella will satisfy you, master. "

Satisfied with Bella's actions, Voldemort watched his loyal maid.Watching her step forward happily, stroking the girl's pale and numb face under the white moonlight.

Bella lifted a strand of the girl's hair, tilted her head and said, "Come on, Nott. Come and tell our great master, what is the name of your lovely little girlfriend."

There is no sound.In fact, only 14-year-old Theodore Not is just an ordinary boy.Although he has a good family background, although he used to be arrogant, although he was proud of being a Death Eater before-but now, all he has is fear.

He is only 14 years old, fledgling, has not yet grown up.

His face turned pale and he was terrified.Now Theodore Not's only remaining instinct is to hold on to his lover.Without anyone telling him, Theodore knew that at any moment, at any time, the person whose hands he was holding could lose its warmth.

As Bellacris warned and father pleaded.

no choice.

Theodonot heard himself say: "Ella, Erast."

"Ster?" Bella pondered after hearing the surname: "Mudblood?"

Fatal pressure flooded Knott like a tide.They squeezed his body, like a pair of invisible hands trying to tear him to pieces.

"No!" Knott yelled, "No, Ster is of mixed race."

"You unworthy bastard!" Kneeling on the ground, Old Nott suddenly jumped up, grabbed his lost son and dragged him to Voldemort: "What are you still arguing about for this filthy woman? ! Theodore, you should recognize your guilt!"

"No, father, no—"

"Shut up!" Lifting his foot, Old Nott kicked his son to the ground.The wand in his hand was raised, and he was bound to teach his son a lesson - but Voldemort stopped him: "Are you doing this to offend your master?"

"No, no, master—" Old Nott tried to argue, but in the end he had no choice but to shut his mouth and kneel on the ground.

"Young people are always impulsive." Voldemort's voice was creepy like a snake: "People are born full of sin, and desire controls us and drives us to become slaves. Cowardly people can only escape and become like Muggles. Indistinguishable bastard. And those who can control it, those who control it are always very few - which is why, Little Nott, the Dark Lord will not blame your mistakes. You are just addicted to what you shouldn't have. desire, you are still young, and you can’t control yourself well yet.”

He stretched out his hand and pulled Theodore who was kneeling on the ground up: "Come on, Little Nott. The merciful Dark Lord will give you a chance, a chance to make a clean break with your mistakes."

There was despair in Theodonot's eyes, and the slender wand was thrust into his hand.Someone was pulling him, like a mechanical puppet leading him forward.

"Good boy, yes, that's it."

The gentle voice was like dense cockroaches, urging him to raise his arms one after another.

"Theodore—! No—Theodore, don't!" The girl cried and begged him, shaking her head in despair, hugging his thigh, hoping for a slim chance.

"Avada—"

"Please don't!"

"Death—"

"Except your weapons!"

The scarlet light shot straight into the sky, and with a muffled groan, Nott's body fell a few meters away.

"Walk--!"

Harry yelled at the girl, and almost as soon as he appeared, dense spells flew like meteors.

"It's Potter! Potter!"

The Death Eaters were yelling. They thought Harry Potter was a fool who came to die, but they didn't know that it was a beast with sharp teeth.

Harry moved very fast, especially after the girl named Sturt escaped without any scruples.Years of training finally showed in this moment.The figure in the colorful magic light stood there invincible, whether it was attacking or defending, he was able to handle it with ease.

All the Death Eaters stopped after parrying one of Bellatrix's attacks.Their master, the all-powerful Dark Lord, doesn't like anyone touching his things - even if it's just his prey.

"You think you're proud, Potter?"

"Do you think you can beat me, Potter!"

The tyrannical spell is like a fierce ghost with teeth and claws, roaring and demanding for life.

"No, I never felt it." Harry's flexible wrist drew a vortex, and the golden barrier blocked most of the raging power.

"I just have to beat you, Voldemort." Said the black-haired and blue-eyed boy, his eyes were flat, but like the most beautiful stars, shining in the Milky Way.

He is a warrior, reborn from the ashes, and came on the clouds.He is also a toy of fate, no matter when, he is rushing to his fate.

The savior and the dark lord, only one can live at most.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Guard for me!"

The stone that jumped in front of Harry was smashed into pieces, filled with smoke and dust, and the huge impact threw Harry's body back mercilessly.

He fell hard to the ground, and before he could protect himself, a wand was on his chest.

Yewwood, phoenix feather, his brother's wand.

"What, surprised?"

The Dark Lord chuckled in the Savior's ear, flaunting his great plot and doomed success.

"Do you know why I let little Crouch go to Hogwarts, savior?" The Dark Lord squeezed the boy's chin, and the spider-like hand slid across his cheek: "I once wanted you, Potter The bones of my father, the flesh of my servants and the blood of my enemies can bring me back to life with a body. You are not the only enemy, but I only want your blood, the best blood, with your mudblood mother His sacrifice has the blood that I hate the most."

Harry looked at him, trying to focus his dazed gaze, "But you didn't, you took my Invisibility Cloak, Tom."

His head was hurting, and he was yelling, yelling at Voldemort not to touch him!He could feel the remnant soul on his head wanting to get out of his body, eager and passionate, wanting to return to its main soul.

"You must be surprised, Potter, surprised why I can touch you." Voldemort chuckled, and pushed Harry's forehead hair proudly: "I touched your body without using your blood, you know Why, my savior? You will never understand, this is the greatness of power!"

He dragged Harry up from the ground and hissed, "Vivian, the witch of the lake, has a feather. It is very special. It comes from the first tail feather of Phoenix King. This feather is all the power of Phoenix King after death." The gathering of people, the supreme power that controls life and death, and surpasses the world!"

"Too bad it was separated, the quill made the Elder Wand, the feathered eye the Resurrection Stone, the down made the Invisibility Cloak - our ancestors once made them, the Deathly Hallows, the death-leaping weapon - ah , Why am I telling you this, you may not even know the story of the three brothers!"

Harry didn't answer, and then asked, "Who did you send to get the Invisibility Cloak?"

Hufflepuff's Vault has never been entered, and that's because Badger House students' house badges serve as a pass to the Common Room at the beginning of term.And after this, the plants will record the smell of each of them, and the breath of each Hufflepuff will be preserved until graduation.

Attacking only when a stranger entered, there was only one possibility for Helga's plants to remain unnoticed.

"Peter Pettigrew, your father's best friend."

If it is regarded as a pet that is integrated with the students, it will be easy to escape the pursuit.

Voldemort's fingers slid across Harry's face until they reached the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.Shrill screams rushed out of Harry's throat, and the Dark Lord hissed as he watched the savior in his hands convulse in pain.

He would teach Potter to surrender, he would take the wand from Dumbledore's hand.

No one should stand against him, no one.

He, Voldemort, flew away from the dead king.The supreme dark lord.

"Hell fire—!" Suddenly, with the sound of chanting, the blue fire dragon rushed down from the hillside.The demon fire with claws and claws shot straight into the sky, rushing towards Voldemort overwhelmingly.

After several jumps, three ghostly figures landed in front of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.Draco hugged Harry, a pair of bone-winged wings piercing the sky like sharp knives.

An angry elf, thirsty for everyone's blood.

"I'll play with you, scum." Ron grinned, his fiery red hair burning everything like a fire.

But someone stopped him, the girl who was one step ahead of him held her wand high.

"I think you know who I am, Voldemort." Hermione curled up the corners of her mouth and smirked. "I allow you to call me Mudblood, but—don't touch Harry, you bitch!"

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