HP's Remnant

"Is this your sincerity?" The man in the robe confronted Arderitus, with suspicion and contempt inadvertently revealed on his face.

"For you, isn't it the Dark Lord's life?" Arderitus put his hands in his jeans pockets, dressed like a Muggle: "Our purpose is the same."

As he said that, he pointed to a piece of parchment on the table that was densely written with contracts: "I can guarantee that you will be sent to the Dark Lord without anyone noticing, that is, Harry Potter who is possessed by him, the current Minister of Magic , we will do our best to help you kill him, or kill some of his subordinates, once the contract is formed, it cannot be changed, let alone broken, isn’t that not enough sincerity?”

The other party's face softened a little, looked at the two people standing behind him, and said again: "The last question, why do you want to kill him."

Arderitus froze for a moment, then shrugged helplessly, "Because that's why the Order of the Phoenix exists."

Seeing off these distinguished guests from Germany, Arderitus let out a long breath, and turned to look at the two people whose faces were covered by hoods: "How about it, you pretend to be so mysterious?" Harry twitched He lowered the corner of his mouth, put down the hood, and said, "You should be thankful that this table and robe block your hands that wipe your sweat from time to time." "...how about some encouragement?" Rolling his eyes, Arderitus looked at another companion: "Dude, I'll leave the Order of the Phoenix to you. I'll go to the Ministry of Magic to take care of it, and make a way out. As for the savior..."

Harry waved his hand impatiently and said, "I know, I know, stay in the dark, and give that scorpion a knife at the end."

"Well, dear." Nodding in satisfaction, Arderitus looked at Neville: "You two old friends catch up, I'll go first."

The sound of Apparition rang in his ears, and Harry was a little embarrassed to see the anger on his old classmate's face that never got angry, and the savior who knew that he had played off this time put his shoulder on the other's shoulder as naturally as possible. Said: "Neville, long time no see." "Harry! You clearly promised me that I would not use the Horcrux method!" Neville looked at the other party angrily: "Do you know that you hold your wand and look at you How does it feel to be a little bit in the air! You, you actually made a wand..."

"It can't be helped, old man." Harry interrupted him by patting Neville's arm helplessly: "If I don't do this, I'll be gone."

"There's no turning back when you open the bow. Let's settle these accounts after everything is over." Harry let go of him and sat on the table: "How are you doing these days? It's been a long time since I contacted you. Hermione didn't find anything, did she?" Probably not." Neville watched helplessly as Harry changed the subject, but could only follow him: "It's just that she borrowed a book that I haven't had time to read, but the possibility of it being related to Horcruxes is too small, no need Worry."

"That's good." Harry let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I'll go visit that young couple sometime."

"By the way, Harry." Neville suddenly remembered the newspaper this morning: "Voldemort seems to be cracking down on the little wizards, and all the little wizards will be investigated again. I don't know if Hermione will be fine." "It's okay, yes Ron is here." Harry was a little surprised when he heard the news, but quickly realized: "Let him be arrogant for a while, the plan is tomorrow, and everything will be over soon."

"Well, I hope so." Neville sighed: "Then I'll go first, the Order of the Phoenix needs a little time to explain this matter." "Bye." Harry waved his hand at him, and Neville also used Disapparation to leave Finally, he put down the smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the fairly clean floor with some struggling eyes.

What to do, Merlin, he missed Draco.

The man who was scratched by the savior's heart and lungs was walking towards the hall where Voldemort was with vigorous steps.

"Lord, I have found a cure for this body." Draco knelt in front of the Dark Lord excitedly, bent down and laid out a long piece of paper. Voldemort glanced at him lightly, reached out to take the list, looked at it carefully, but didn't express it.

"Lord, I..." Draco, who hadn't received a response for a long time, raised his head slightly anxiously. "Be patient, my little friend." Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed, and he waved his wand with his right hand, causing the parchment to automatically roll up and retract into his pocket: "Now there is another matter that we need to resolve."

"Tomorrow... the Savior will come here with his turkey club." With his arms propped on the armchair and his chin resting on the back of his hand, the Dark Lord cast a lazy glance at the shocked Draco: " Arrange everything, take our people to ambush around here, and let the savior know how stupid what he has done."

The trembling blond man kissed the other side's clothes, and replied with all his strength: "Yes...myLord."

In the middle of the night, a man in a black robe appeared in the empty corridor of the Ministry of Magic. He looked around cautiously to make sure that no one was there, and quickly waved his wand in a corner.After arranging the landing place of the door key, he casually opened a door and stepped in. In an instant, he appeared at the door of another room, and stood there silently for a while. His limbs gradually changed, growing out Hard scales, and soon, a pangolin crawled into the dark and disappeared.

In the early morning, the sun shines into a bar in Hogsmeade. The members of the Order of the Phoenix who have not slept all night are waiting for the final order in this crowded space. Stand here.

"Those who don't want to go, there is still a chance to leave now. Make an unbreakable oath, and you can walk out of this door." Neville glanced at the few guys with erratic eyes in the crowd, took a deep breath, and used his own In an unimaginable tone, he said indifferently: "You still have 10 minutes to think about this matter."

Ron stood in the corner, looking expressionlessly at the wizards who started whispering. He didn't know what he was doing, but he was lazy and didn't want to move. Several people he knew came over and asked him about the trace of the hemp-born wizard. What about Hermione? He smiled and replied that it was just the Dark Lord's useless struggle. He had already asked an old friend to take care of Hermione. She was not in good health and could not participate in this battle......

No... He didn't know about the investigation at all, Hermione should be at home by now.

Always feeling like he forgot something, Ron slightly raised his head to watch the dust flying in the sunlight—oh, yes, it's time to deliver the letter.

"It's about to start." Voldemort picked up the letter sent by the owl, glanced at the man who had been tortured by Cruciatus for a whole night, then turned his head and said to the Death Eaters beside him, "Are you all in ambush?" "Don't worry." , Lord, everything is according to your order." The other party bowed down respectfully, and stepped back lightly after the Dark Lord nodded.

Unhurriedly walked up to the highest seat and sat down, Voldemort took the prophecy ball found in Malfoy Manor and looked at it, he had already missed it once... but there would not be a second time.

The Portkey led the last people to this luxurious manor. After landing, the well-trained members of the Order of the Phoenix immediately hid in the dark and cast a disillusionment spell on themselves.

The surrounding area was very quiet, only the gentle breathing of the companions could be heard. Suddenly, behind them, a green light representing the curse of death flashed without warning. Before everyone realized what happened, there were already two The comrades fell to the ground.

The chaos was on the verge of breaking out, and the Death Eaters came rushing from the shadows, and all the spells they used were Avada Kedavra or black magic that could not be cured. Neville narrowly escaped a death curse, fell to the ground, and the magic power They were all used to attack the enemy, and the Illusion Curse had lost its effect. Someone stepped on his back so hard that he almost vomited out his internal organs. Just when the Death Eater was about to recite the Death Curse, he was caught by a demon The curse created a deep wound.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Harry shuttled through the crowd, giving those Death Eaters a shot at any time, but, how could it be such a coincidence that there was a large group of Death Eaters waiting here where they ambush?

There is only one possibility: traitor.

The news exploded in Harry's mind, but before he could think about it, everyone heard Voldemort's sarcastic voice coming from the hall.

"Dear boy, savior, won't you come and see your lovely lover?"

After Harry squeezed the people in front of him and smashed through the extremely obtrusive door, the sight in front of him stopped all his movements for a moment - Draco's blond hair was disheveled, he was curled up on the luxurious carpet On the ground, it seemed that he was no longer breathing, blood was everywhere around him, there were whips on his robe, and his legs were twisted into an unnatural shape, so everything was imprinted in Harry's eyes.

His lover, like a dying swan, only had a pair of slightly opened gray-blue eyes still shining, looking in Harry's direction.

"Draco..." Harry opened his eyes wide, and watched Draco's eyes slowly close, as if seeing him, he knew he could rest assured. "He's exhausted...He's been here all night, whipped, insulted, ah, and Cruciatus." Voldemort chuckled slightly, looked at where Harry was, and pointed with his wand A sharp dividing line on the carpet: "Cross this line, let us take a good look at you, the little mouse hiding behind everyone."

Harry moved his gaze away from Draco with a blank expression, and slowly looked at the long dark red line - he knew what it was, the magic for Horcruxes, after crossing this line, his soul would start to move from the presence All wizards absorb power, although very little, but enough for him to show up here.

After being silent for about a minute, Harry looked up at the man looking down at him again.

The same skin contains two completely different souls.The red eyes shot at the emerald green eyes unabashedly, as if they could see each other, without blinking, the eyes were full of killing intent and a hint of imperceptible excitement, as well as mocking the weak.

Harry didn't care what was in Voldemort's eyes, when he saw Draco fell to the ground covered in bruises, it was as if his soul, feelings, and memories had been sucked out, and he couldn't even feel the pain , only confusion remained.

Why?He tore his soul into pieces, and even lost his life. In the end, he would destroy the person he cares about the most now, and smash the only remaining beauty on him like garbage.

Then, with little useless resistance from Neville, he stepped inside the line.

"It's time to end this."

From each other's eyes, they all read this idea - no matter who can survive today, it should be over.

The author has something to say: the finale of the next chapter!Of course there will be special episodes (seriously).

☆, decisive battle ([-])