HP's Remnant

It has been said that the night is quiet and sad, especially when alone.

Harry looked at Draco's sleeping profile, raised his eyebrows, and then slowly moved closer, uh, he didn't think Malfoy was good-looking, he was just curious about how many eyelashes he had... Logical thoughts struck, Harry sighed admirably, stretched out his bony and slightly thin index finger to poke Draco's cheek, paused for a while, then pinched a small piece of Draco's soft flesh with two fingers She tugged hard, but the blond Sleeping Beauty kept her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow.

Silent, looking back at the red wine on the bedside table with a small amount of water of life and death, Harry struggled to hold it, but his arm stopped in mid-air, his pale joints bent violently, trembling in a crazy way, the vision Somewhat fuzzy, Harry took a deep breath of the cold air, raised his left hand and held down his right arm, which was unwilling to give up. He was wearing a pitch-black robe, and his whole body was buried in the shadows. He longed for a deep sleep, and this blonde Little bastard, but he never wanted to die...not even in the Forbidden Forest.

No one desires death, but some people do not fear death.

A black figure suddenly appeared outside Malfoy Manor, and he waited motionless until the black-haired savior walked out with a blank expression. Harry put on his hood, showing a gentle smile to his friend in front of him.

"Come on, Arderitus." "Yeah."

"You said that the Dark Lord has already started to expand his influence within the Ministry of Magic?" Harry and Arderitus walked into a Muggle coffee shop, and the two naturally made their way to the corner. "Well, if it weren't for my stupid behavior, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the minister's position now." The new Minister of Magic, who was still yelling at the savior some time ago, slumped on the table with a painful expression on my face: "Maybe Think I'm a guy you can use."

"I have to say that you usually act very stupid, especially when you scold me." Harry agreed with a serious expression: "Then have those people come into contact with you?" "No." Arderitus He suddenly became serious and said, "By the way, where were you some time ago? I can't find you anywhere."

"Uh..." Harry suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since he had contacted this guy he knew during his escape, and it seemed immoral to call him out suddenly without explaining. "I went to a classmate's house." Harry shrugged, "That kind of good friend." "Just a friend?" Someone with sharp eyes narrowed his brown eyes and looked at him. "Of course." Harry glanced at him with contempt: "Just, friend." "Oh, no need to admit that I understand." Rolling his eyes, Arderitus took a sip of his latte.

"...What do you know..." Harry looked at him helplessly. "Malfoy is so rich and good-looking, understandable." "..."

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore, you just ran out like this, won't Malfoy be mad if he finds out?" "...No....."

"Forget it, the private life of the savior is all over my shit." Arderitus waved his hands with an extremely disgusted expression: "What should I do next? You are now a guy who is spurned by the entire magic world." "It's not all magic." Is the world good..." Harry was at a loss for words but couldn't refute, but it was all caused by himself and he didn't seem qualified to complain...

"The body I used to say is now in Voldemort's hands, you know that?" Harry took a sip of his coffee, and immediately twisted his expression, he really liked sweet things better.But the friend who was having a good time drinking coffee thought that the other party was disgusted because the body was occupied by the Dark Lord, and comforted him carelessly: "Of course I know, you don't have a lot of meat now! But how did you recreate the body?" ? Let me know."

"..." Harry thought silently, he lost more than one piece of flesh, but no matter what happened, the only thing that could not tell Arderitus was the Horcrux. "I'll tell you when the time comes." Harry nodded with a serious expression. "Arderitus: "..."

"The next thing we have to do is to take advantage of the complete distrust of the savior in the wizarding world to win a period of time to revive the Order of the Phoenix when Voldemort claims to be the savior to rectify the wizarding world." Harry turned back to the topic with a little embarrassment. "And then? How are you going to kill DarkLord again?" Arderitus asked with a light lift of his chin, well, let him go one more time.

"I didn't live long in my original body." Harry shrugged lightly, "I've been drugging myself since the final battle." "Cough." Arderitus almost spit out his coffee, "You...you Are you sure?" "Of course, it has been tested with the potion." Harry nodded: "The light is green." "Okay...as long as you don't have any accidents, you really don't want to keep some for yourself." Way back." The corners of his mouth twitched, Arderitus put down his cup and looked at the coffee that had bottomed out: "So my task now is to drive the crowd as crazy as possible?" Harry nodded.

"Then do you have anything else to do besides the Turkey Club?"

"I sneak up on the Dark Lord on a regular basis, and now no one can see me except you and Draco." Harry rolled his eyes, as if reviving the Order of the Phoenix would be easy. "Honestly." Arderitus gave Harry a complicated look, "Sometimes you make me think you're dead." "...shut your crow's mouth." "Tsk."

"Since your body is dying, why do you still lurk in?" After paying the bill, Arderitus asked Harry in a low voice: "Isn't it because you are worried about your little boyfriend?" "...you recently Why are you talking so much?" Harry gritted his teeth and looked over: "Just in case Voldemort heals himself, okay?" "...OK."

Feeling lazy, Harry squinted his eyes feeling the sunlight that couldn't reach his body. He had already contacted the current professor of herbalism, explained many things, and made the other party make a bitter face to promise that Hermione would not find anything useful. Stuff... well, he's kind of nostalgic for life at Hogwarts, wondering what's up with Ron and Hermione...

at the same time--

Ron trembled and looked up from a pile of documents. He had a dream, a dream that made his life worse than death. In the dream, Hermione died and was shot by a green light. Any fool knew it was a death curse, no, he He shouldn't be so scared, he is not the freckled kid back then, how could he be so scared just because of a dream.

Chaotic got up and opened the window, and the bright sunshine came in, but it couldn't drive away a trace of haze.On the messy desk, one after another of old diaries lay there quietly, a ray of red light streaked across the smooth book cover... like a person's eyes.

"Harry..." Desperately calling his friend's name, Ron slapped himself, what was he thinking just now, Harry is his best friend, they have gone through so much together, how could he have such idea? "Captain?" The newcomer Lowell's doubtful voice came from outside the door: "A new mission has come down." "Oh, come in." Ron rubbed his messy hair, forgetting the hot palm marks on his face, he felt like Soaked in the mud, it stinks all over.

Lowell pushed the door open and came in. He was startled when he saw the captain with dark circles comparable to an oriental animal, and took a closer look, Merlin!The captain was slapped!

"Team, team captain, your face..."

"It's okay." Ron drew out his wand with his right hand and looked at it for a while, then said softly, "Let's go."

He wanted to yell, but he felt powerless all over. He wanted to forget that dream, but he couldn't stop his body from trembling with cold.

he wants to kill...

But at the same time, he wasn't the only one who wanted to kill someone.

"Okay, you're still ruthless..." Draco paced around the room with a grim expression on his face.

He checked the potion in the red wine. It is a common life-death water. Because there is not much in it, there are almost no side effects. If it is greatly stimulated, the user will wake up immediately. Banging on the bedroom window to deliver the letter, he's still asleep like a pig!While his partner is desperate to sacrifice himself to save the world!

Striding over to the drawer for some nuts to feed his own messenger, Draco opened the letter.She raised her eyebrows, threw the letter back and began to get dressed.After the last bit of mermaid thread was covered, the blond-haired devil began to write a reply in a leisurely manner. After being extremely angry, he no longer felt how angry he was, but instead had a strange calmness.

Yeah, he's a scheming Slytherin, not a goofy Gryffindor.

"Lord, do you have any instructions?" The black hood covered most of his face, leaving only his thin and unshaven chin. "...my loyal servant." Voldemort was looking at the right hand of this body and thinking about something: "Do you know why many of my original plans were abandoned?" "Subordinate... I don't know." The back was drenched in cold sweat, and the newcomer who had joined the Death Eaters for a short time didn't know why he was called to him by DarkLord.

"Lie!" The juvenile and extremely hoarse voice came mixed with Cruciatus Curse. I watched the spell sink into my heart, followed by a pain that could not be found. "You know, I'm disappointed..." Voldemort rubbed his smooth skin, his eyes were empty and terrifying: "So many people are cheating on me, I'm very angry..."

"Lord! Please, please give me another chance!" Squeezing out a word amidst the heart-piercing screams, he squirmed and wanted to lick and kiss the toe of his master's shoe.The spell disappeared suddenly, and he panted and gave him a grateful look. "Answer my question." Voldemort felt that he had never been so patient.

"Because, because the reputation of the savior has already..." He replied cautiously, feeling the feeling of going from hell to the world, and dared not relax for a moment. "That's a little bit." Voldemort glanced at him, "Forget it... call little Malfoy over here, it's time for him to come in handy." There seemed to be something wrong with this body that he hadn't noticed... ...He found out yesterday when he used the Death Curse on a Squib. This was the fifth time he used the Death Curse after his resurrection. The feeling became stronger and stronger every time, and it disgusted him.

Although the other party was surprised in his heart, he still bowed his head devoutly: "Yes, myLord..."

The author has something to say: Don't be afraid of HE!

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