HP's Remnant

"Boy, do you know what this prophecy is?"

The Dark Lord suddenly asked this question.

But his answer was a death curse.

Seeing that Harry's eyes were empty and he refused to utter a word, Voldemort easily dodged the green light and said, "The prophecy is that the betrayer will kill the two reborns in the final war, you are so relieved to let the little lover They were sent here because they thought he was the one who would survive in the end."

Harry approached him expressionlessly, and the Death Curse drained a lot of magic power from his body, but he wasted it indifferently, without any intention of answering the other party.

"But you just realized that he is not the only one who betrayed."

The devil's voice pierced into his mind, and Harry's movements visibly paused. The other party seized this opportunity and immediately restrained him with quick confinement.

Harry fell heavily next to Draco, but didn't react much, just looked up at Voldemort, as if wondering why he didn't kill him immediately. "Don't worry, you will die soon, but I won't do it." Voldemort smiled slightly, then straightened his body and looked at the people who were blocked by the curse.

"Don't you want to see who the traitor is? The one who killed your lover and revealed the whereabouts of the Order of the Phoenix to us."

Harry still didn't answer him, just looked at the ground for a while, then moved his gaze to the blond young man, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

The Dark Lord didn't notice the eyes of the savior, he just walked slowly, without his order, a red-haired young man walked in under everyone's disbelieving eyes, and stood beside him.

"Ron..."

Neville clutched his wound and stared blankly as he passed his comrades and crossed the gate with a leisurely step as if he was going home, the spell had no effect on him.

"I know that you wanted to send Little Black's book to the herbalism professor at Hogwarts, but you didn't expect that besides your soul piece, there would be mine in that book." Voldemort patted Ron on the shoulder. : "Your soul piece is different from mine, it is incomplete, so it is very easy for my soul piece to control a beast. I sent the book to this good friend of yours."

Harry listened quietly, showing a knowing expression at this point.

"After that, everything was very simple. I took control of this traitor and learned a lot of interesting things, such as you and my little friend became lovers, or your soul is no longer complete, something is missing, and the Order of the Phoenix foothold."

"You don't want to know why I can easily control him?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, Voldemort continued: "Because your friend has been dissatisfied with all this for a long time, and we chatted happily in the dream ——In order to find out a way to cure you, his wife has stayed up several nights, and her body is getting weaker and weaker every day." He said with a compassionate expression that could not see a bit of falsehood: "She even forgot about them On the anniversary of his wedding, he sometimes suspects that his wife does not love him anymore, he is very afraid and blames himself for having such thoughts.”

"One can't think that much in a dream." Ron walked up to Harry and held out his wand.Behind him, Voldemort was still smiling and explaining the matter: "He only exposes all the pain in front of my eyes, but I didn't absorb his power, I just controlled him, or gave him a little hint, Let him do what he wants to do."

"Now, Savior, Boy Who Lived, I have told you everything, and let you die with your lover. This is the last mercy of the Dark Lord."

Ron placed his wand on Harry, and said in a very soft voice:

"The confinement is lifted."

Voldemort didn't respond unexpectedly to this, and even raised his eyebrows with some pleasure, looking at the red-haired youth. "Harry, I'm sorry, really..." Tears rolled down Ron's cheeks, and his hand holding the wand slowly came down: "But I'm really in pain... I can't lie I don't want to get Hermione into any more trouble, I'm even jealous that you took all her attention, I, I'm going crazy..."

When the wand fell to the ground, he hugged his head in pain and sobbed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm a coward, I'm sorry..."

"Harry?"

Not waiting for a response, Ron raised his head in despair, and looked at his former friend—but the other party didn't even stand up, and was still lying there quietly. "Harry? Wake up!" A bad premonition welled up in his heart, and he shook the man who had closed his eyes vigorously, but there was still no response. "Why..." Ron dazedly reached for his breath.

Not breathing.

"Why..." Ron slowly turned his head to look at the smiling devil. "What do you think?" Voldemort watched Ron's heart-piercing cry with amused amusement, and explained gently: "I played a little trick when I cast the Imprisonment Curse on him. Power is drawn from someone else, and look, he starts to disappear."

Ron trembled and looked back at Harry, only to find that his fingers had gradually become transparent.

"Do not......"

"You killed him." Voldemort's smile widened. "This is the only place that fits the prophecy. Now, it's time for you to go." He raised his wand, aimed at the desperate red-haired youth, and said: "Awa..."

Instantly, a man in black kicked his wand, and the Death Curse brushed Ron across.

"Who?" Voldemort looked at the man sharply, but froze for a moment when he saw the unique logo. "Saint?" He put down his wand and whispered, oh, it turned out that the old devil king's old department came to avenge him.

so what?The savior is dead, so what's the use of more people coming?

The saints broke the spell on the door and poured in in groups.The Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix members who reacted also immediately joined the fight.In the chaos, Arderitus didn't see the two lying on the ground, and only grabbed Ron over: "Where's Harry? And his little lover!" "...They're dead." Ron looked Glancing at him, he lowered his head: "Why... I am the one who should die."

"Impossible..." Arderitus let go of Ron and looked at the crowd. The savior is dead?How can it be?How could he die?

Voldemort resisted the saint's attack, and the tyrannical emotion surged up again, just one step short.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain, and his life flowed away quickly.Looking back with disbelief in his eyes - the blond young man who should have died stood behind him at some point, with the almost transparent savior in his arms, and raised his wand with anger on his face.

Death came so suddenly.Different from the previous two times, a voice in the Dark Lord's heart told him that this was the last time.

Like all mortals, he died under the death curse.

The Death Eaters who had lost Voldemort immediately fell into panic. The saints mercilessly issued a death curse to kill them. Half of the members of the Order of the Phoenix were healing their comrades, and half were still fighting.

Draco fell to a corner holding Harry, who was getting lighter and lighter in his arms, his bloodstained hands supported his weightless head, and his thumbs gently rubbed his lover's pale cheeks.

He was dead before Weasley lifted the Imprisoning Curse, because he gave him all his remaining lives.

The moment he woke up, he saw the person he couldn't let go of when he was studying at Hogwarts, with a pale face lying beside him, his left hand tightly clutching his robe, as if he was a little unwilling to leave like this , but the final expression was so calm and relieved - as if seeing myself was relieved, and there was no obsession.

He took Harry's left hand, rubbing his lips against the cold back of his hand, trembling, tears streaming down, as if they were going to fall through the flesh and blood to the ground.He let out an ugly choking sound, rubbed his forehead against Harry's shoulder socket again, breathed desperately, smelled the vague smell on his body, and held Harry tightly with the other hand, as if letting go The opponent will become a bubble.But still in vain, Harry's body disappeared in an instant.

At that moment, Draco felt like his sky had collapsed, and he couldn't feel anything anymore.

(Children who like BE can sprinkle flowers here, and those who like HE continue to read~)

A week later—

Draco slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and the glare of the sun made him close them immediately.

It took a few minutes to get used to the light, and Draco looked around in a daze - the white ceiling and sheets, the faint smell of potions, and a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, and he saw the St. Mungo's logo on the door. .

In a daze, he seemed to see a thin figure sitting in front of his bed, and sat up abruptly only to find that there was nothing there.

By coincidence, Hermione opened the door and came in, seeing Draco who was sitting up, she exclaimed immediately: "Malfoy! Are you awake?" "Gran...Weasley, how long have I been lying down?" She shook her head vaguely, Draco tried to regain his composure.

"It's been a week, how are you feeling?" Hermione rang the bell to notify the nurse and hurried to pour a glass of water for the patient who had just woken up: "Would you like something to eat?"

"No..." Draco drank the water in one breath: "Thank you, and, what's the situation now?"

"The Order of the Phoenix has fully taken over the Ministry of Magic, and the saints have left the UK. Don't worry, the situation has stabilized." Hermione bowed her head, took the cup and put it back on the table.

"Where's your husband?"

"...a year in Azkaban, he asked for it himself."

Without saying anything else, Draco leaned back against the wall and sighed: "You go out first, thank you, and don't come in even if you ask the nurse, I want to be alone."

Three more days later, after making sure that he was fine, Draco went back to Malfoy Manor.

The owner of the manor hasn't been back for a while, but the house elves living here still keep the garden beautiful. Draco stood at the door and looked at Bill who rushed over in a hurry, the words of criticism reached his throat but he swallowed them again.

"Little master Draco, that, Mr. Potter..." Draco, who had planned to be kind to him, darkened again.

"he died.

Three simple words, and I said the same words without hesitation not long ago, why do I feel my heart throbbing even thinking about it now?

"Po, Mr. Potter once asked Bill to send a letter when Master Draco came back again..." Bill trembled with fear when he saw the master's face.

"Letter? What letter?" Draco lowered his head abruptly, grabbed the elf's dirty clothes and lifted it into the air.

"Here, in Bill's room..."

"Then hurry up and get it!" Draco almost snarled and threw Bill to the ground, the elf shook and immediately Apparated away. Draco's eyes were blazing, his legs were striding around uncontrollably - anything about Harry would drive him crazy right now.

Soon Bill appeared in the sight of the blond youth again.

He grabbed the letter rudely and opened it in front of Bill, but suddenly calmed down when he read a word, as if he remembered the fact that the letter writer was dead.

About 10 minutes later, Bill, who kept his head down and didn't dare to move, suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by him. He quickly turned his head and saw that the owner had already rushed to the direction of the broom. The shape disappeared into the air.

The letter was not very long, but it was enough to turn his heart upside down.

[To Draco, Zhan Xinjia, because I think it is unlikely that I will come back this time, I left you a letter here with Bill. First of all, please be calm and don’t yell or get angry because of the content of the letter Crazy, in order to prevent Voldemort from getting rid of my incomplete soul piece in the diary, I decided to use the amnesia spell on myself after writing this letter to forget the contents of this letter, so I didn't tell you before These things are really not my fault. ]

"Damn Potter, damn Scarhead, disgusting savior..." Because of the wrong landing position, Draco tripped over a stone, fell into the mud and immediately got up and continued to his goal Approaching, the expression on the face is joyful and about to cry, but the mouth is cursing non-stop.

[First of all, I divided my soul into three parts: the first part is the memory in the holly wand, so the first time you see me after the war is not actually my original body, but in Grimmauld Place On the 12th, I borrowed little Black’s magic in exchange for some feelings—that’s what I’m going to say next, the feelings contained in Little Black’s book, of course, after that, that part of the soul in the book also has a layer of memory, Don't tell me that you don't understand, or I will doubt your IQ, and finally, my body. ]

Draco murmured in a low voice: "The cave, a very big cave, a cave with traces of magic..." He didn't care about the poisonous or not poisonous branches scratching his skin, and just ran forward.

[I hid my main body in a big cave. The good news is that no matter whether the bodies created by the two horcruxes are still there, the main body will not be affected at all, just like falling asleep, bad The news is that I don't know if there is anything left in it, because there is not enough time, and I haven't studied it thoroughly. After the bodies of the two Horcruxes disappear, the feelings and memories may return to the main body, or they may disappear together, but To be alive is to be alive, so you better prepare for the worst before going to that body. ]

Finally, a cave with intricate patterns appeared in front of Draco's eyes. At that moment, he was a little frightened. His fingers trembled and he paused for a few seconds before slowly stretching out his arms—the magic disappeared in an instant.

[Okay, that's about it, um...I remember one more thing, cough, listen carefully.

I love you, really, I have fallen in love with you from a long time ago, well, start to be proud, little white sable. —Love you, HarryJames Potter]

In the cave, lay a thin figure, slightly undulating, as if asleep. Draco walked over and hugged the man almost on his feet, and the moment his fingertips touched him, it seemed that this world could no longer accommodate others.

Hugging him tightly, he couldn't hold back the tears that poured out anymore. He didn't know how to describe his current mood. He just wanted to cry aloud to let everyone know that he was not dead and that he was in his arms. Sleep well, no one can hurt him anymore, he loves him so much that his heart hurts unbearably, his feelings, memory, and soul all have meaning because of the existence of this person.

"Go home Harry, we're home..."

The author has something to say: Is it long?sweet or not?Are you happy?

Oh, by the way, there are two extra articles, one about Draco taking Harry to China to find a way to retrieve Harry's memory and feelings (of course he did), and one about stewed meat (the delicious kind ), by the way, consider whether you want buns. (Jinjiang may not see the meat at that time, I suggest you go to the post bar to see)

Well, that’s about it, no, there’s one more thing: (important) Because the article has been overhauled, some content in the post bar version does not match the ending, so readers who want to find evidence can go to the Jinjiang version, cough, and maybe There is still a little discrepancy, so it depends on your terrible brains to make up for it.

Well, that's it.

☆ Extra Story [-]: The Story of the East

Extra Story [-]: Stories from the East

"Thank you." The black bird stood obediently on the right shoulder of the blond-haired young man, and tilted his head curiously when he saw that the other party took a bright red paper ticket.

"Are you American?" The black-haired, black-eyed Chinese boy asked curiously.

"No, English." Draco shook his head, took the change from the boy, and planned to turn around and leave.

"Wait! Gu...Guys? Can I know your name?"

"...Draco, Draco Malfoy." He was silently surprised by the foreigner's directness, but he told the other party out of politeness.

Harry seemed a little dissatisfied with this, flapped his wings and flew up, Draco immediately stretched out his hand and pulled him back, pinching his bird's beak and said viciously: "If you run again, I'll pluck your fur and simmer the soup! "

It's a pity that the savior didn't agree with him, and he just shook his head and escaped from Draco's grip, but fortunately, he still returned to his shoulders.

Two people and one bird arrived in China three days ago.

Before that, Zhang Qiu found them.Harry who came back from the cave was like a lifelike doll, most of the time he sat there motionless, only when Draco called him, did he react, and occasionally he subconsciously took the initiative to do something, such as touching a handful Ordinary broomsticks flew up immediately, only to fall off their backs, or when a house-elf was making jack-o-lanterns for Halloween, he was about to dump one with its top off (Draco guessed he thought it was a Pumpkin juice), in short, it is not convincing to say that the feelings and memories have not come back, and the results of the potion have shown that the soul is not damaged.

Until Hermione brought Zhang Qiu, according to her, because she participated in the last Order of the Phoenix activity, Qiu was always worried about what happened to Harry, and even went to Hogwarts to find Hermione. After understanding the ins and outs, she was surprised to find that Harry's The situation was very similar to what happened to her mother, and her father Zhang Cheng cured her.

"Harry's soul has returned, but why is he still like this?" Draco pulled Harry to sit on a double chair, and Zhang Qiu sat opposite.

"It's very simple, just like one day you broke your leg. Although the bones are broken, they are still in your body." Zhang Qiu replied with a little knowledge learned from his father: "I have no ability to cure him. , but my father can, Draco, would you like to take Harry to China with me?"

"...Of course." Draco stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Zhang. After that, I am willing to give you everything I have in return."

Then the day before departure, Draco was almost frantic when he found that the savior had disappeared. After searching the entire Malfoy house, he found a green-eyed black bird among the brooms, standing silently on the windowsill, unaware that it was already there After staying for a long time, no matter what Draco said to him, he refused to change back. It was not until Zhang Qiu came here again the next day that Draco accepted his fate. Fortunately, the other party could still understand his words, and his emotions and reactions seemed inexplicable. more.

Now, Draco is only lucky that there are English-speaking Chinese here, because three fucking sentences of Chinese almost killed him.

Zhang Qiu, who went to exchange money, came back, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the funny scene between Draco and Harry. "Oh...you're back?" Draco asked awkwardly. "Of course, let's go. My family is in Beijing, the capital of China. There are no knight buses here. We have to take the train."

"Okay." Draco gave Harry another warning look, then strode after the girl.

"Zhang, what's your father's name?"

"Cheng, Cheng Zhang, and, just call me Qiu."

"stretch?"

"...No, City."

"Cen?"

"......never mind."

The two of them boarded the train, ate candied haws bought on a trolley, and headed for Beijing. Draco keenly noticed that a certain bird was eager to fly out of the car, so he immediately grabbed the bird and put it together with the candied haws.

"Eat your gourd! Don't fly around!"

Harry rolled his eyes (to be honest, it's weird to have a bird do this), he heard the word "gourd", but this round thing doesn't look like the kind of food he imagined , hesitated for a while, considering that it would be impossible to run away for a while, he reluctantly took a bite, and what he ate was syrup stuck on the outside, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took another bite, this time what he tasted was the inside The hawthorn - bastard!It's not a gourd at all!

Draco looked at the distorted expression on the bird's face in mockery, and smiled unabashedly, in return the hand holding the candied haws was pecked hard.

Looking at them, Zhang Qiu got up very early today, so she decided to take a rest.

As night fell, Zhang Qiu opened his eyes amidst the sound of the alarm, and what he saw was that Draco hadn't let Harry go away even though he was half asleep, and the feathers on a certain bird were all messed up.

"Reached?"

"Well... There are still about 5 minutes, we can start packing." Zhang Qiu listened to the radio.

The two got out of the car and used Apparition to arrive in front of a big courtyard. Before they could stand still, Zhang Qiu excitedly ran forward and knocked on the door knocker.An old voice came from the door: "Is it Xiao Qiu?" "It's me! Grandpa, open the door!" Zhang Qiu couldn't help the smile that widened at the corner of his mouth, and rushed to hug the old man the moment the door opened.

"Slow down, slow down! What if you fall? She's such a big girl, and her hair is still rough!" The old man gently patted his granddaughter's back with his right hand, but his mouth was not forgiving.

"You, hello." Draco greeted the other party with one of the only three Chinese sentences he had learned.

"En." The old man nodded, then turned around and asked, "Who is he?"

"My classmate at Hogwarts! I came to ask my father for help. By the way, grandpa, where is my father?" Zhang Qiu saw the abnormal light in the old man's eyes and immediately explained.

Draco couldn't understand what they were saying, and could only obediently follow after Zhang Qiu beckoned him into the house.

There is a couple in the room, talking about something and writing and drawing on a piece of paper. "Father, are you drawing symbols again?" Zhang Qiu ran to his father and asked with a smile. Zhang's mother cried immediately when she saw her daughter. She hugged Zhang Qiu and said, "Why did you think of coming back this time?"

"I need to trouble Dad with some things." Zhang Qiuyi was also very happy to see his mother, but there were more important things at the moment.Seeing his father drawing the talisman, he pulled it out to grab his attention. After explaining the matter, Zhang Cheng glanced at Draco and asked, "What's your name?" "..." Draco looked confused force.

"His name is Draco, which translates to Chinese as Drake." Zhang Qiu smiled at his father, "He doesn't know Chinese."

"Oh, let him put the bird there, and then we can go out." The other party didn't look up.

"Dad, be more polite." Zhang Qiu looked at Draco apologetically, and translated his father's words to him. "Okay." Draco handed Harry over to the other party, then got up and walked towards the door, but then paused, turning back and saying in blunt Chinese, "Thank you, thank you."

This is the second sentence he has learned.

Draco was standing outside the door when a man dressed as a nanny came and gestured for her to take him to his room to rest, but he shook his head and refused.

He stood outside the door all night, listening to the sounds inside the house all the time.

Finally, the door opened, and Zhang Qiu saw Draco startled: "You won't be here all night, right?" "Yeah." Draco nodded: "Can I go in?" "Of course."

Walking into the door, Zhang Cheng was tearing off several layers of charms pasted on the bird, pulling off a few feathers, and looked very tired.

"Tell him that the spell has been planted in this bird, and it will take effect in an hour."

Translated by Zhang Qiuru.

The moment the words fell, Draco's legs gave way and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Repeating the words over and over, Draco held the listless bird in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Draco, you don't have to do this..." Zhang Qiu said helplessly.

"No, he is everything to me." Draco shook his head: "Cure him is to give me everything." Then, he looked up at the middle-aged man again, and said the last Chinese sentence he learned: "I I am willing to give you everything I have in return."

Zhang Cheng looked up at him, got up and walked to the back room.

"Tell him that the night he waited outside the door was enough."

The author has something to say: the end of the Chinese episode ~ Next, you know hehehe~

☆、Special episode [-]: Accident

Extra episode [-]: Accident

A calm morning, a simple meal, two people having breakfast together.

"Harry, I suggest you find a job." Draco put down his fork, and said seriously, "You are in a bad state right now, you need to use work to divert your attention." "I know." Harry bit angrily Living on a piece of toast, it's not that he doesn't want to find a job, but he doesn't know what to do. Now he feels that doing anything is meaningless, boring, boring, and even Quidditch has become a little ridiculous—he can't mention it. Go forth and do anything.

"You have an appointment with the deputy minister today, don't worry about me, I'll talk to Neville." Harry drank the milk in one gulp, showing a wanton smile: "Don't worry, I won't get depression or self-deprecation , I just need a little time to adjust myself." "I hope so." Draco glared at him, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and drank the milk on the table: "I really have to go, promise me , Harry, don't stay at home alone, it won't do you any good."

Harry nodded perfunctorily.

Throwing up a warning finger again, Draco put on his coat and disappeared into the fireplace.

Watching the other party leave, Harry lay down on the sofa bored in every possible way. After a while, he still felt that he would fulfill his promise to find his old friend.

Came to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, where Professor McGonagall was grading documents, and she was pleasantly surprised by Harry's arrival. "Mr. Potter, how are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, standing up from the armchair. "It's still the same, so I came to talk to Neville today." Harry shrugged: "Draco doesn't allow me to be alone." "It seems that you have a good relationship." Professor Longbottom is not here today, he went to France to attend an auction."

"Uh, then it looks like I'll have to go find Hermione." Harry said regretfully. "She has no class this morning, and you can find her in the Response Room." Professor McGonagall made the armchair again: "She chose a place where she can read a book quietly. Go, I should be busy too."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

night--

Draco returned home in a hurry, but he didn't expect that person to curl up on the sofa and wait for him while reading a book.

"Bill." Called the house-elf: "Harry is back?" "No, no." Bill looked very nervous: "Po, Master Potter said he won't be back tonight, no, so you don't have to wait ..." But Draco didn't intend to look at its face at all. "Spending the night somewhere else..." Frowning dissatisfiedly, he decided to take a shower first.

He went to the newly designed shower room on the second floor, because there are two people in the family now, and Harry likes to wash before going to bed, so the time is often not staggered. After that, the savior occupied the bathroom in the original room, and he was driven here.

After taking a cold shower, Draco casually put on his bathrobe and walked out.

When he came to the room, he found that the light had been turned off at some point, and after several attempts, it still failed to turn on, Merlin!He didn't learn the magic of making lamps.Somewhat depressed, he groped to the bedside in the dark, thinking about whether Harry would come back tomorrow morning...

Before he had time to lie down, he was in a daze for a while - he was pressed hard on the bed.

(Xiaolong is attacking, please don't doubt)

"Harry?" The familiar smell made him instantly realize who the other party was.

"Hush." ​​The man leaned down, put his lips close to his ear and said softly, "A friend of mine told me today that you don't have to find a job to cheer up, and there are other better ways, right? Is it..." The hot air blew into his ears, and Draco immediately understood what the savior wanted to do - he had never done it before taking into account the other party's physical condition, but he didn't expect that this desperate guy would come to the door by himself.

"Just took a shower, huh?" Harry swept the tip of his nose across the other's cheek, sniffing lightly, came to his lips, stretched out the tip of his tongue and slid it quickly, and then began to suck and bite. Draco let the other party please him up there, sometimes sticking out the tip of his tongue in response.

The moment Harry left his lips, Draco stood up suddenly, and the other party leaned back before he could react, but was pulled back by his arms.

Harry sat on Draco's thighs, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against the other's strong upper body, this position wiped out all the aura he had worked so hard to build up before. "Hey! This, this is wrong!" His scalp was almost exploding. Although he couldn't see the opponent's eyes clearly in the dark, he felt a sense of crisis of being targeted by a hungry wolf.

"Really? But I think it's quite right." Draco chuckled, his left hand tightly wrapped around his waist, his right hand untied the belt on the same bathrobe that the other party was wearing, and rolled all the way down from his smooth and delicate back , and twirled ambiguously at the tailbone. "Wait..." Harry tried to grab the hand that seemed to be carrying electricity, but was bitten by a penis.

"Well, you, you fucking..."

Draco's tongue ran over Harry's cock, and then began to lick roughly, biting down hard with his teeth after the other man couldn't help whimpering, and took back his right hand at the same time.

"Ah—" Harry felt his whole body trembling, his body seemed to be on fire, the heat was concentrated in his lower abdomen, and he could feel his head rising. "Don't, wait a minute..." The voice has begun to change, his