HP's Remnant

"Lord, what instructions do you have?"

Draco knelt before the DarkLord, using Occlumency skillfully. "Dear Draco..." Voldemort stood up and walked towards him with barely audible steps. "My faithful little friend, I believe you are as proficient in potions as your Potions Master?" Although it was a question, Draco knew that he was in no position to deny it.

"Severus Snape is just a villain who betrayed you! A disgusting half-breed! I, I can do better than him!" Draco excitedly looked up at the familiar face, feeling a tingle in his heart . "Yes, that's right, Draco, he's just a traitor..." Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, "Now, I want you to heal this body."

"Po...Potter's body?" Draco asked aloud in surprise, but immediately lowered his head in horror, trembling at his rudeness. "Don't be afraid, my dear friend." Voldemort smiled, but the face that didn't belong to him looked gloomy and terrifying: "Come on, go to the potions room, the Dark Lord needs your help." "It's a great honor. "Draco answered him in an unbelievable tone, bowed his head deeply, almost trembling with joy, and then stood up and followed him down the stairs.

A few minutes later, Draco went to the bathroom to wash his hands, with mixed feelings.He didn't expect that Harry's body was broken into that state, and the only way to fix it was to browse through the first quarters of Hogwarts - that was the only place where there might be a solution.

Voldemort sat back on his throne, looked thoughtfully at the blond young man with his head bowed in the empty living room, unexpectedly without anger, and said, "Draco...I'll give you two days , to find out a cure...otherwise, you don't have to come back."

"Lord!" Draco didn't hide his shocked and painful expression at all, seeing the murderous intent in the other's eyes, his lips trembled and said, "...Yes."

Harry stood in front of the first area of ​​Hogwarts, feeling a little annoyed that he had left the Invisibility Cloak in the Room of Requirement, and now he couldn't find it back. If there are books, destroy them immediately.While searching earnestly, Harry remembered when he was in the first grade...that was the first time he came here to look for things, for Nico Flamel, but he was awakened by a piece of chocolate frog.

After reading it back and forth several times, Harry regretted that he didn't bring his friends over - he was poor at potions, and he fainted after reading some slightly complicated books, so he could only rule out the possibility of alchemy and spells - or else To find Draco?No no, he definitely has the heart to kill himself now, it's better not to take that risk.

After hesitating for a while, Harry still left, but he didn't know that the guy who wanted to kill him strode in after he hadn't left for 5 minutes, his eyes were cold but determined.

Wait Saint Potter, I won't let you die.

Blaise stood in front of an ordinary hotel with blank eyes, looked at the third window on the fourth floor in silence for a while, and noticed that the light in this room was not turned on, and he could probably guess the reason - himself The beautiful and elegant mother fell in love with a successful man again, but the nature was different from before the station. My mother no longer slept with men for the purpose of marriage. She began to fall in love with simple sex, especially those who Young lads, and still not home, just find a hotel to start sex, she seems to have forgotten his only son, oh, she longs for love, like a girl in sixth grade at Hogwarts , would blush, act coquettishly, and sometimes even make inappropriate jokes on Blaise.

Of course, the most absurd and most reasonable thing is that after this handsome lady knew that the Dark Lord was resurrected again, she sent her son into the Death Eaters camp without any hesitation after a few days, changing her previous neutral attitude. attitude, becoming impulsive and irritable.And Blaise himself has changed a lot before and after joining. Compared with the handsome young man the Weasleys saw before, he felt that he was a lot more mature and also a lot downcast, but he couldn't help it. Her mother's expression at that time made her nodded.

After hesitating for a while, Blaise wondered if he should tell his mother what happened at the Dark Lord's place, but he wasn't interested in his mother's extramarital affairs, so he stroked his ugly beard after 10 minutes, and then Turned around and left, it's only 07:30 in the evening, but he was a little sleepy, he was going to go home, and then he was lying on the bed alone, well, not a little sleepy, he was tired to death now - anyone in the face of darkness The devil queen will be like this, the Cruciatus Curse is not just for fun, uh, maybe except for the savior?

Dizzy thinking, Blaise walked into a remote alley, intending to Apparate.

But he failed to do so, a man's voice that was not familiar but never strange used a stun spell, and then he fell unconscious - he turned his head and looked at the other person a second before fainting, and could only see A touch of red, well, he probably knew it, it was the newly promoted Auror Captain, Ron Weasley, at least he had helped him, it turned out that Gryffindor also had such a guy who would avenge his kindness.

Ron came over blankly and turned Blaise over, straightened the other's clothes a few times, saw the Death Eater mark on his shoulder, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, but he didn't do anything to him directly, but stretched out Grabbing the other's arm, Apparated back home, tied up Blaise and stuffed it into the basement, threw his wand in the trash can and sent it away with the unwanted things, and then slowly left again , During this period, his eyes were very dim, and occasionally they would light up a few times, but it didn't make any sense—his left hand often stroked his pocket, and saw that there was a book in it, a very important book.

Hermione was not at home, so she went to talk to the current professor of herbalism at Hogwarts, and asked for some hard-to-find herbs from this popular teacher by the way. The whole day was very fulfilling, but also a little tired.

In the evening, Hermione came home yawning, only to find her husband fast asleep. "Okay, okay, I'm tired too." One person shrugged, the brunette witch decided to have a late-night snack by herself, having just chatted with Neville so much that she forgot about dinner.

The kitchen was a bit messy, Hermione complained in a low voice, took out a few eggs and toast from the refrigerator, dealt with it briefly, then flipped through the book about herbs, hoping to find something useful, while chewing absent-mindedly Then, I suddenly remembered that I often did this when I was in Hogwarts.

After filling her stomach, Hermione stretched slightly, thinking about whether to take a bath first or read a book later, the strong herbal smell on her body stimulated her, and finally gave in to her little cleanliness.

The bathroom is on the west side of the second floor. If you want to go up, you have to go through the basement door. Hermione walked over quickly, she didn't want to touch the ashes in the basement for the time being.After taking a bath, Hermione felt a lot more relaxed and her thoughts became clearer, so she took the book and notes and went to the study to continue reading. "Harry's situation doesn't seem to be like this..." I clicked on a case recorded in the book, which also mentioned soul division, but it had nothing to do with Horcruxes—fortunately, this was the case, because the herbs used She never heard of it.

"Wait..." Hermione frowned, looking at the torn book with some hesitation, she remembered that she didn't have any missing arms or legs when she brought it back from Neville?Could it be that she remembered wrongly?

Accepting this explanation, Hermione turned back and asked Neville tomorrow if he knew what was written on this page, but he didn't seem to have read the book either.It had to be said that reading would make time pass very quickly, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when Hermione raised her head, rubbed her eyes, and decided to go to sleep.

Walking into the room, she saw Ron shift his back to her, curled up like a child.

"Pfft..." Hermione climbed onto the bed softly and whispered to her husband:

"Goodnight, little boy."

A week later, Harry and Arderitus met at night, wearing a black hooded overcoat.

"Well, savior, I have to warn you, if you don't act, it will be too late." The cynical wizard leaned on the tree and said to the man on the other side, his tone was soft: "Unfortunately, the Dark Lord's men have already starting to doubt me."

Harry glanced at the other's exposed hand, knowing he was shaking.

"I see." Sighing, Harry talked about his results this week: "I asked my former friends for help, and they all confirmed that there was no cure for the Dark Lord's body in the first place. During this time, I went to see Ron They were a few times, Ron was in a bad mood, and he didn't go out very much except for work, but he didn't see the book, maybe it was intercepted by Draco before my owl arrived, and Hermione talked to Neville a lot recently, Probably want to start with herbal medicine, but I asked my friend, his current situation cannot be solved with herbal medicine, so don't worry, Voldemort has basically controlled the entire Ministry of Magic, just waiting for his final appearance, right?"

"That's right." Arderitus smiled lightly, "Are you also nervous after talking so much?" "Comeon, don't make fun of me."

"Still can't tell me what that method is? And that book?" The other party was a little unhappy.

Harry also smiled: "What else is going on with you?" He politely declined the topic. "Probably gone." The other party shook his head: "When do you plan to do it? DarkLord recently moved to your little lover's place."

"Oh, it's okay, Draco can handle it." Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "..." Arderitus expressed contempt for Harry's cover-up.

The two were silent for a while, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Harry."

"Ok?"

"Do you think you're going to die?"

"...uh, don't know."

Harry put his right hand into the hat and rubbed his already messy hair: "I know something, do you want to hear it?" "Nonsense!" Arderitus rolled his eyes.

"Ahem." Cleared his throat pretentiously.

"I love the feeling of being alive, but I am not afraid of dying."

The author has something to say: Let me pretend to be aggressive.

☆, decisive battle ([-])