HP's Remnant

"Mom, I want to buy Harry Potter's magic scar!" The mother who was picking out the daily necessities was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered her head and scolded, "Don't mention that guy! Let's go home." The child wearing the little wizard hat expressed his confusion: "Why? Isn't he the hero who defeated the big villain?" The mother's eyes flickered, and she took her son out of the store. After getting away from the crowd, she whispered: "He is not a hero, he is, he is. …”

"He is the heir to the Dark Lord!"

In the huge hall of magic, Arderitus Fudroc, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, a newcomer who came out of nowhere, was holding his wand firmly, and said with indignation that there was not enough evidence: "We are all deceived. A group of people! What a savior! What hope for the wizarding world! Harry Potter is a heinous Death Eater!" The dark crowd below let out a low voice, and several people who had just graduated from Hogwarts fought back angrily, with faces It was swollen red.

"What evidence do you have!" A trembling and sharp voice came from the crowd. It was a boy holding a camera, who seemed to have not yet graduated. "Hmph, evidence?" Fudroc sneered, turned his head and shouted to the elders' bench, "Mr. Malfoy, please come forward!" A handsome platinum noble stepped forward with graceful steps, with a expressionless but faint hint of impatience.

"We have been identified by experts that Harry Potter once used the Imperius Curse on Draco Malfoy! Make it attack the previous Minister of Magic!" After speaking, he looked at the young Malfoy Patriarch with some expectation.

Draco glanced at him, and said slowly, "Master Malfoy's name, you can call it too." Fudroc twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, and said, "Uh, I'm... sorry, then, Mr. Malfoy, what do you think about this matter?" Draco pursed his lower lip, looked at the crowd below with contemptuous eyes, and said without a trace of emotion: "I will give an affirmative answer to the authenticity of this matter."

Those who believed it at first couldn't help cursing after hearing this, and those who didn't believe it turned pale. It was only a matter of time before they believed it, and the motionless Gran Fendor kid... what is his name called Colin, and he is also trembling... Of course, there are also people who choose to believe and are unwavering, but that is meaningless... ...

Squinting his gray-blue eyes, Draco's serious and cold voice came to people's ears again: "I have no extra opinion on this, I just hope that the Ministry of Magic can give me the compensation I deserve." After saying that, Draco turned around without hesitation After walking back to my own position, even if I choose to believe now, what's the use?No evidence, no reason... Of course, he couldn't even find that damned Saint Potter.

Fudroc's excited growl gradually faded away, Draco closed his eyes, thinking about the past few months, he and Harry Potter... This sensational speech in the wizarding world finally came to an end, Draco did not go straight back to Malfoy Manor, Instead, he put on a gray cloak and walked on the street. The sky was very gloomy, and a torrential rain was about to usher.

Children who pestered their mothers for magic scars and were reprimanded...old people who cursed the savior loudly...young people who mumbled what they were complaining about...a former DA member who was devastated …

Looking up at the sky that has started to rain.

This is the world you saved... Those who believe in you are cast aside by the masses, but still unwilling to change, so they are disgusted, isolated, and this cycle; those who don't believe in you, use all their strength to get rid of you relationship, curse you with the most vicious words.

It seems that everyone has been given "forget everything". Some of them have forgotten your goodness, some have forgotten their original intentions, some have forgotten everything, and some have forgotten the beauty of the past.

And me? Draco's eyes darkened.Or be an ordinary person who has been cast with the Imperius Curse and has nothing to do with this matter.

Or it could be a transactional relationship.

A black bird of unknown species slowly landed on the side of a cave. It looked at the complicated spells around it with its green eyes, lightly flapped its wings and flew up, and its sharp claws grabbed a piece protruding from the side of the cave. The stone, when it stood still, it turned back and pecked off a few feathers, the bright red blood dripped on the stone, the spells gradually faded, the bird tilted its head, and flew in. , Soon, the spell returned to its original state.

In the cave, lay a young man, with complex incantations painted on his side, the bird's eyes flickered a few times, and there was a trace of sadness that didn't belong to birds, and then it gradually grew bigger and turned into a black-haired young man , He took out his wand and drew a few times on the spell, said a few spells, then got up, turned into a bird again, and flew out of here.

Inside Malfoy Manor—

"Damn ferret! Open the fucking door!" Ron kicked the carved door, leaving a gray footprint. "Calm down, Ron." Hermione stopped her husband's behavior, took a deep breath, and said, "Malfoy, we really want to ask for your help." For a moment, only Ron's heavy breathing remained.

"Weasley, why should I help you?" Finally, the door opened, and Draco glanced at Ron's footprints in disgust, and said in a drawn out voice, "Because you left a paw print on my door." " "You!" The red-haired man who was held back by his wife again gave him a hard look and stopped talking.

"Malfoy, we beg you." Hermione sighed, and said in the most sincere voice she could think of, "Help us find out if there is a way to break a spell." Draco raised his eyebrows, looking After looking at the disheveled Ron, he was silent for a moment, and said, "Come in, you poor people."

This time Hermione directly gave Ron a chokehold before rushing in.

Draco sat on the chair in an extremely relaxed posture, and gestured to the two seats next to him for them to take a seat. "Then, explain the specific situation." He said lazily, as if he didn't pay much attention to this matter.

"I found a book in the Room of Requirement." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the other party was willing to listen to her: "Harry cast a spell on it, and I almost spent all my magic power to untie it, but I couldn't read it at all." Understand the contents of the book." "Have you tried any methods? There may be barrier magic on it." Taking a sip of black tea, Draco continued to ask. "Tried a few, but it didn't work, and we don't know if there is any black magic in this book, and we dare not ask anyone for help." Hermione replied immediately.

Rubbing the rim of his teacup with his thumb, Draco said, "Weasley, what do you think about Potter?" Hermione froze for a moment, then met Ron's eyes and smiled.

"We're still friends."

"Heh..." Is it the type of person who chooses to believe in you...Draco evoked a faint smile and said, "I can help you, but only if you give me Corresponding benefits, Slytherin has always only focused on benefits." Hermione immediately replied: "What do you want?" Draco put down his teacup and looked up at the two of them: "...I will Tell you, did you bring that book?" "Bring it." Hermione took out a tightly bound book from a pocket that had been cast with the infinite stretching spell, and placed it on the table.

"So, would you be interested in telling me why you guys are willing to trust Potter?" Draco said, using the Levitation Charm to lift the book up to look at it. "Huh? Oh..." Not knowing why a Malfoy would ask such a thing, Hermione chose to answer anyway: "We suspected Moody for a while, too, when he died."

Then she showed a bitter smile: "But soon we realized how stupid we were, how could he do such a thing? And we forgot one very important thing." Draco raised his eyebrows and said A little interested. "Harry may still have Voldemort's soul in his body!" Hermione said sadly, "We should have thought that it was the reason for the soul piece! Instead of doubting him foolishly!" Ron, who had already lifted the throat seal, continued Said: "That's right, I actually wanted to cast a jinx on him at that time."

Draco narrowed his eyes: "But I think you've forgotten one more thing... Potter's feelings." "That's not the point!" Hermione looked like she was about to cry: "The point is that we don't believe him! That guy A bastard who would rather put all the blame on himself than sacrifice anyone, even if he loses his affection." Ron nodded in agreement, not knowing what to say anymore. "Even if he has no feelings, even if he has changed, he is still him, Harry Potter!" Hermione raised her head and said in a haughty manner: "We believe in him, and we are ashamed of our doubts."

There was applause that didn't fit the situation, and Draco smiled lightly: "Very well, thank you... guys, the speech was very exciting, now, the book is left, you can go, I will inform you as soon as there is a result " Hermione smiled sincerely: "Thank you, Malfoy, by the way, I still want to know what price we have to pay?" Draco didn't answer her, but snapped his fingers: "Bill, see off."

The two struggled and sighed, and walked towards the door.

The door closed slowly, and Hermione stood there in a daze for a while, smiling randomly. "Ron." Hermione caught up with her husband. "Maybe Malfoy isn't that bad." "There's something wrong with my ears!" Ron yelled.

Harry landed in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts and turned into a human form. He knelt on the ground covering the scar on his forehead, gritting his teeth to keep himself from making a sound.

The Forbidden Forest in the evening is dangerous, and countless creatures lurking in the darkness are just about to move, eager to tear apart the prey in front of them. Harry tried his best to look up at Hogwarts. This former home gave him some strength, and he began to shuffle towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. A pure white unicorn saw him and wanted to get closer to the emanating The man with the soft light wailed when he saw his eyes, and quickly ran away.

Those were a pair of red blood dripping eyes, only a faint green slowly spread in the depths of the eye sockets, but was soon swallowed up again, and so on again and again, all this was like being crushed on the head by a huge excavator. After rolling it over and over again, Harry couldn't help but send out a little bit of piss, he almost had to crawl, and finally, he reached his destination - a lake where the other side could not be seen.

A hideous smile crept onto his face, and Harry pushed him down with all his strength.

"Although I can't kill you..." There was a hoarse laugh: "But I can stop you in other ways." Harry took out a stone carved with complex spells, and threw it directly into the In the water, the moment it touched the surface of the water, dark red streaks of light enveloped the lake, Harry smiled slightly, and no longer had the strength to resist Voldemort's consciousness, he slammed straight into the water, startling the water a group of creatures.

I hope that after this seal disappears, someone... will come and kill me.

close your eyes.No, by then, the person in this body... will not be me long ago.

The author has something to say: Guess who is in that hole hehe

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