Soul shaping

The white cheeks were almost transparent.

"Draco," the man said softly, very gently, but he could feel the raging anger in that voice.

"You go first." Draco lowered his voice, gripping his wand tightly.

"Huh? Are you kidding me? You're too arrogant, Malfoy. Are you looking down on us?" George pouted.

"Although I don't think Lucius will be fooled, it's still worth a try." Fred didn't flinch at all, and was eager to try.

And the staff of the Department of Magical Transportation were also ready to fight, but Draco raised his right hand and walked forward.

"Hello, Malfoy!"

"what are you going to do!"

"This is a duel between me and my father, don't do anything yet!" He said loudly, strode across the undulating smoke screen, and stood 20 meters away from Lucius.

There was still a gentle smile on the man's face, and the two looked at each other from a distance, with smoke and dust everywhere.

"Draco, it's time for you to come back. I can forgive you for the wrong choices you made before, and I believe the Dark Lord won't care about it...but you shouldn't stay with these Order of the Phoenix guys any longer." Lu Xiu Si said slowly, but his tone was a bit harsh.

☆, friend or foe

"Is this your choice, father?" Draco took a long breath and said softly.

"Is there a problem, Draco?" Lucius frowned.

"Father, a long time ago, I was thinking about what is right and what is wrong, and how to be worthy of myself and my family... But I didn't find the answer. So I proposed to go to Germany Armstrong, I want to find the answer there...but there, I only learned one thing." Draco paused and raised his voice, "Right and wrong are meaningless, the standard is human Sure. People always only see the result, they only see what they want to see. So don't care about the process, father. The Malfoy family will have a good ending, I believe in that."

"You..." Lucius pointed at him, speechless.He was a little taken aback by Draco's words...he had a point, but there must be something wrong with it.

"By the way, I've been talking for so long, are you ready?" Draco suddenly asked in a low voice.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"Don't worry, they must make this trip worthwhile!" The twins said while throwing something that looked like a dynamite package forward. As soon as it hit the ground, it emitted a large cloud of black mist that was impenetrable to light, and from Out came a group of little black grenade-like things screaming and scurrying around, some of them jumping on the legs of the Death Eaters and biting them hard, making them howl.

"What are these?" Draco couldn't help asking.

"Super decoy bomb, but we've run out of stock just now." Fred said as he stuffed him with a pair of glasses, "You can see them with these, hurry up!"

While they were talking, several staff members of the Department of Magical Transportation rushed forward, and Draco realized that the time he was talking just now had been used by them to issue special glasses.He quickly chased after them, sneaked into it, and subdued the Death Eaters who were harassed by the super decoy bomb one by one.

Lucius was the calmest person in the crowd. He stood still, and when he saw black balls running towards him, he smashed them with a spell.And Draco approached him quietly from behind, he gritted his teeth, and was about to stun him and tie him up like he did with other Death Eaters, but the man spoke:

"I don't agree with you at all, Draco."

The boy was shocked and froze in place.Under the special effect of the glasses, Lucius' tall and thin back showed a hazy reddish purple, which was blurry.Spells hissed all around, and the Super Decoy Bomb screeched and jumped, rattling and rattling.His words seemed very close and yet far away, as if separated by a layer of frost.

"The process is very important, and only you know how important it is... But I admit that you are still right." Lucius paused, and said at the same time as Draco—

"The Malfoy family will have a happy ending."

"I'll stick to my decision, Father," he whispered.

"Me too. Let's see who can have the last laugh." Lucius' voice was a little relaxed for some reason, "But this time, please tie me up decently..."

"Dizzy!" Draco fired the spell before he finished speaking, reassuring himself that this is not disrespect to the elders, this is really not...

"Hey, Malfoy, did you really tie up Lucius?" George, who had already dealt with his opponent, came over, and couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw the unconscious blond man beside Draco. Can't do it."

"There is no such problem between me and my father... Anyway, it is not a difference between life and death. Only the winner has the right to write history."

He knew this truth very well, and Lucius obviously knew it better than him.

So what does the concession at this moment mean?Is it just an expression of family affection, or a hint of the future?

Draco knew his father had given him another question.But this time, it is different from the simple question of "where is the diary hidden".

Harry quickly walked backwards in the corridor, leaving the Dementors and Death Eaters behind, without saying a word with a sullen face.

He had indeed escaped just now—a weak escape.He couldn't face the hateful eyes of Ron and Hermione, even though they didn't know it was him, but he was indeed helping the evil.

One Mr. Weasley would suffice.He thought to himself, if Ron and the others were added...he couldn't guarantee that he would reveal his identity impulsively.

Harry remembered Voldemort's orders before coming here.The main purpose of their attack on the Ministry of Magic is to kill the Minister of Magic, Fudge, so as to control the entire Ministry of Magic.

"We don't need to directly send people to serve as ministers. This will be opposed by the people. What we have to do is to support a puppet." The man sitting on the high platform said this. When he said this, the big snake was approaching him He kept shuttling around his position, hissing and spitting, "The director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Piers Thicknesse, has been cast with the Imperius Curse, and he will assist us in killing Fudge. We will need someone among you to cooperate with him." , who is willing to take on this role?"

"Me." Professor Black raised his hand and looked at him with a half-smile.Voldemort stared at him for a second, then looked away calmly: "Is there anyone else?"

The Death Eaters looked at each other, discussing a lot, some people were about to make a move, but no one stood up right away.Harry received a hint of sight, sighed helplessly in his heart, and raised his hand: "I am willing to go, master."

The office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement... the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement... found it, here it is.Harry stopped in front of a door, and had barely touched the handle when he heard a man inside shout, "Let go of Mr. Fudge, Mr. Thicknesse!"

Harry stopped and froze in place.And the conversation inside is still going on, the volume is not controlled at all.

"Get out of the way, Weasley—"

"What did you bring us here for, I tell you it's a hostage—"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry was stunned to hear the heart-pounding screams and rolling sounds in the room, and he couldn't hold it any longer, and slammed the door open.

The office was in a mess, the desks and chairs were overturned on the ground, glass shards and dirt were everywhere.A man was writhing in agony on the ground, his robe was ripped and his face was covered with ashes; Fudge forced his wand to point at Thicknesses, his calf trembling uncontrollably.His hat had fallen to the ground, his silver-gray hair was messed up, and he was in a mess.

They looked at the door at the same time, and the moment they saw Harry, the light in Fudge's small eyes dimmed, and he almost fell into despair.At that moment Harry's heart throbbed, his mouth was open, and he could barely speak.

Shinkenis seemed to be about to say something, but there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor. Someone was rushing towards here, whether it was an enemy or a friend.

"You watch them first, I'll go and see what's going on!" Harry yelled to Thicknesse, and he closed the door, holding his wand tightly and waiting.

Judging from the sound of footsteps, there should be two people. Harry judged the winning rate of one against two, and quickly drew up a plan in his heart.

"Hurry up, Remus, Dumbledore told us to protect Fudge!"

"I'm fast enough, Sirius—"

Is it Sirius and Lupine? !Harry was taken aback, but his body had already moved according to plan.The tearing curse shattered the only remaining light bulb in the corridor, and the surroundings were instantly plunged into darkness.

"what happened--"

"Remus, watch your back!"

A red light flashed, followed by the heavy sound of a person falling heavily to the ground.Sirius turned around vigilantly, his eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness, but he still couldn't find the sneak attacker hidden in the dark.Otherwise, he used the lighting spell rashly, which would indicate his position to the enemy in the dark.

After bringing Lupine down, the man was not in a hurry to make a move. Sirius listened to the movement in the darkness with tight breathing, but apart from his own breathing, he could only hear the quarrel in the office not far away.

"Animagus." A cold voice suddenly came out of his mind.

"what?"

"You can find him by turning into a wolfhound, and I will assist you."

Sirius suddenly realized.He nodded, and his slender figure began to shrink slowly. After transforming into a wolf dog, Sirius immediately sniffed out the enemy's position, and he rushed towards him, but the man dodged his spear at the nick of time. teeth, rolled on the ground.He dodged the wolf dog's attack in embarrassment, but was thrown to the ground in the end, with sharp claws on his throat.

Harry opened his dim eyes, staring at the dark eyes in the darkness.His Adam's apple twitched and brushed against the furry wolf paw. He suddenly raised his wand and was about to cast a spell. One foot stretched out and kicked his wand away. The poor wooden stick flew out and hit the ground with a gurgling sound. Roll to the other side.

The warm touch disappeared from his body, replaced by another cold and familiar hand.Harry froze, shaking uncontrollably.He stretched out his hand and tried to grab something, but the pain of his fingers being kicked away by the toe of the shoe was still clear and deep, so he couldn't figure it out.

"I thought who it was, it turned out to be you." The boy's indifferent and cruel voice was like a blade cutting blood in his heart. Harry wondered in fear that he recognized himself?Impossible, he can't see through the compound medicine...

☆, go to hell

"Quickly bind!" He tied Harry up and straightened up slowly.Riddle flicked his wand casually, and a row of lights lit up in the corridor, stinging Harry's eyes brightly.

Sirius gave Harry a disgusted look, then turned to the unconscious Lupine: "What should Remus do?"

Riddle glanced at Lupin, cast a revival spell on him casually, and the man who fell on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

Harry watched Riddle come towards him, before he had time to think about why the locket was on Sirius.The boy's eyes were hard and unfeeling, as if he were looking at a dead person. Harry had never seen him look at him like this, and it made him shudder, and he tried his best to break free and resist.

Torn apart, torn apart, torn apart... He screamed frantically in his heart, staring at the approaching Riddle.The latter responded with a sneer to his fiery gaze, and said coldly, "What are you staring at me for? Anyway, I'm your master, so it doesn't matter what I want to do with you."

Harry stared at him, and swayed back.However, Riddle stepped on his calf, and the increased force at that moment made Harry almost hear the sound of his own bone cracking. The scorching pain hit his brain, and some power gushed out from his chest, rushing towards him. His hands were tied tightly behind his back.

The wand in Riddle's hand pointed directly at him, and the red light converged: "Damned!"

Harry rolled over suddenly, dodging his Stunning Charm.With a shake of his hands, the rope had been cut into pieces, and he tried to cross Riddle back to the direction of the office, but Sirius blocked his way back.Riddle looked at him jokingly, his eyes full of ridicule.Harry knew what he meant - he had lost his wand, and it was futile to resist.

He didn't feel like he had much room to resist without his wand, but he just didn't want to admit defeat, especially in front of Riddle.Harry always felt that he would be ridiculed for giving up so easily, and he couldn't bear it.

Harry sideways dodged a beam of magic from Sirius, and Riddle's Impeding Charm followed suit.He squatted down and turned over on the ground. The moment he pressed his fingers on the ground, he murmured "slippery slippery" silently. The two of them obviously didn't expect the floor to slip under their feet, and Harry took advantage of the gap to pass between them. But Lupine tripped and fell to the ground.

Well, he forgot that he was actually fighting three people.The best choice at this time is of course to escape, but Harry has nowhere to escape, he can't leave the office too far, but it's simply impossible for him to stop three people, especially when one of them is still Riddle .

Harry knew that Riddle had only been teasing him the whole time, and of course he wasn't using all his strength - obviously he didn't feel the need to.This may be his lifeline.

Sirius and Lupine were about to charge up, Harry quickly raised his hand and called "Iron Armor", a horizontal barrier separated them abruptly, he breathed a sigh of relief, but the barrier began to shatter the next moment , Riddle's cold pupils flashed across the crack.He didn't wait until the barrier was completely shattered before starting to cast spells at the crack, while the other hand pressed against the barrier, and the black vine-like light spread from his palm, crawling down the barrier.

"Do you think you are the only one who knows wandless magic?" The smile on Riddle's face has completely disappeared, and the black light formed a spider's web on the barrier and the ground, shattering all the pillars.

He didn't know what wandless magic was, but Harry knew that his ability to cast magic without a wand must have a lot to do with his recent experience.Perhaps it was because of the life-killing curse that triggered the contract magic, his perception of the energy of the soul became more and more clear, and he was gradually able to cast magic directly through the soul.

Harry barely dodged his magic beam, but the vine web woven under his feet greatly restricted his movements.Soon he tripped over a black vine that climbed up, and the black vines next to him frantically wrapped around him to tie him tightly.

Harry was firmly trapped on the ground and couldn't move. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Riddle's slender and pale palm pressing on the barrier, and the veins of black light surged like charging, tearing the entire barrier instantly.Debris fell to the ground, jumping and reflecting light on the ground.

Harry kept saying "fall apart" in his mind, but it didn't seem to do anything to the vines formed by the dark magic, and Riddle had pointed his wand at him, and the tip of the wand gathered a bright green light.

To be hit with two Killing Curses in the space of a few days, one of which was also from his contractor - what effect it would have, Harry thought he would find out soon.

According to Riddle, it is impossible for him to die, but would it be any different if the contractor performed it himself?Harry was actually very surprised that he was still thinking about such a thing at this critical moment, when it was all over and he was about to fail...

The green light became brighter and closer, almost burning his eyeballs.Harry didn't want to see his grim expression, so he closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the pain and death.

Everything around the ear is missing, and the breathing and heartbeat become empty.He felt someone twirling his fingers next to his ear, and the sand between the fingers fell finely, forming a small pile on the ground.The black vines entwined around him wriggled and shrank, wrapping him tightly round and round, like a planet orbiting a star.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot from the side, knocking the green beam aside.Then another magical beam of strength shot at Harry's side, cutting off the black vines on his body.Reflexively, Harry jumped up from the ground and took a step back.The soul suddenly felt a sharp pulling pain. He looked at Riddle, who also showed a shocked expression, as if he was being torn apart by something, and his body became illusory.

what happened……?In the end what happened?Harry turned his head to look to the right, where a tall man was walking, and he pointed to the office door to beckon him in.

Harry suddenly understood.He nodded, took one last look at Riddle and Professor Black, and strode into the office.

Who was he molding his soul for just now?Harry asked himself the question feebly.He found that everything was getting more and more uncontrollable.

As soon as he closed the office door, he heard a scream that was almost heartbreaking, and a drop of blood splashed on his face, scalding and burning.

Shinkenis stood in front of him expressionlessly, his face was covered with blood, and the bluish-black robe was also covered in blood, dripping viscous liquid.And he was holding a bloody severed arm, which seemed to have just been torn off from the human body, with muscle tissue and bones still exposed at the edge, while Percy sat on the ground with his back to Harry, covering the blood hole in his shoulder with one hand , trembling all over.His wand was broken and thrown aside, and the stubble was stained with blood.

Thicknesses pointed his wand at Percy, chanting in an equally ruthless voice: "Avadasso—"

"Stop!" His eyes were blood red, and before his brain could react, his body rushed over, knocking Thickness to the ground heavily.Harry pulled out his wand and threw it aside, saying loudly, "Master just told you to kill the minister, not innocent people!"

He seemed to be explaining what he had done, and he seemed to be convincing Thicknesses.He looked at Percy, who was moving backwards in horror until his back was against the wall.His severed arm was still gushing a lot of blood, and it looked like he would bleed to death without immediate treatment.

"You...you...you will go to hell sooner or later!" He suddenly shouted loudly, but his body was shaking like a sieve.Harry clearly saw the deep-rooted hatred and determination in his eyes. This kind of pain overwhelmed all timidity and fear, and turned into a sharp knife and pierced straight into his heart.

Yes, they will go to hell...everyone will.Just let him send them to hell, whatever it takes.

☆, understanding

The war at the Ministry of Magic is drawing to a close.The Death Eaters and Dementors won an overwhelming victory, and countless staff surrendered and were captured.Even small-scale victories by staff - such as the Department of Magical Transport - were overwhelmed by later reinforcements who had taken control of the situation.

When the news came out that Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had been killed, everyone had to give up their stubborn resistance.They were escorted back to clean up the battlefield and restore the office building to its original appearance. No one dared to disobey the order, because the dementors were watching from the side.

There were still a few people who resisted the orders of the Death Eaters, but after they witnessed one of them being tortured to insanity by the Cruciatus Curse, and the other was sucked out of his soul by a dementor, no one dared to make trouble anymore.

Harry didn't know what else happened after that.In the end, he was apparated away by Professor Black, and the follow-up situation can only be learned from the "Daily Prophet".But it's hard to say how credible the "Daily Prophet" is, after all, it is now under the complete control of Lucius, and all it says is to cater to Voldemort.

"Actually, the soul of the Lord will come that day, so it will be faster, and there will be no need to sacrifice so many people." In the room, Professor Black looked at the long medical reimbursement form on the table, which was full of injuries and injuries. The names, illnesses, and expenses of the death eaters who were hospitalized totaled tens of thousands of galleons. "Wars are expensive, Potter."

"It's not only a waste of money, it's completely unnecessary," commented Harry, without looking up, as he read the book.

"A child's view. The history of thousands of years of human beings is simply a history of war. One class overthrows another class, and then is overthrown by the latter. There will be no progress without bloodshed, and war will bring new life." Professor Black laughed. One sound.

"That's what every tyrant says." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I think you've been getting bolder these days, Potter."

"So, why didn't the main soul go later?" Harry changed the subject.

"...I heard that he met Dumbledore and had a cup of tea with him." Professor Black replied reluctantly.

"Tea?" Harry frowned suspiciously, and finally put down the book.

"I don't know what they talked about, maybe Dumbledore was just delaying time." Professor Black signed a row of names, and put the paper aside, "I heard that many people in the Order of the Phoenix were also injured—"

He was not surprised to see Harry glaring at him with a very bad look.

"The employee you asked last time, I have already checked for you. His situation—" Professor Black stopped deliberately, admiring Harry's expression of caring but pretending not to care, and because he pretended not to care , so you can't express dissatisfaction with his pause.

"How's he doing?" Harry asked pretendingly casually.

"What do you think?" Professor Black continued to play tricks.

"How would I know? Didn't you check it out?"

"Well, yes." Harry waited for his next sentence, but the latter said nothing, lowered his head and focused on reviewing other lists, as if he had forgotten about this matter.

forget?How can it be!Harry gritted his teeth angrily, he must still be paying attention here from the corner of his eye, just waiting for himself to bow his head!

"Voldemort, what happened to Percy—"

"You want to know?" He still looked calm, "If you want to know, come here."

Harry gritted his teeth, jumped out of bed and walked towards him.He dawdled over to his desk, kicked his desk, and managed to get his pen out of bounds.

"Potter!" The man's voice was sullen, and he stood up and dragged him towards him, sitting him on his left leg.

"Why are you angry, it's just a kick..." He ignored the boy's argument, grabbed his chin and kissed him.He didn't let go until Harry was breathless from his kiss and slapped him hard on the back.

"You really have a taste, and Yaxley's body can be kissed." Harry glared at him, but Professor Black combed the messy hair on his forehead, and was not affected by his words at all: "Yeah, never It's funny to hear such naive words from grown men."

"you--"

"Although this face doesn't make people like it, but when I think about the fact that my body is just a stubborn child..."

"You - you haven't answered my question -" Harry didn't want to discuss the subject any further.

"Percy's in St. Mungo's now. He's safe, but his hand..."

"What happened to his hand?" Sure enough, Harry's attention was drawn to him.

"His broken right hand is probably irrecoverable."

"Why? Can't it be connected again?" Harry grabbed his collar, his voice becoming shrill.

"You should ask the hospital, not me." Professor Black coldly shook off his hand and pulled back his leg.

Harry stood transfixed, staring blankly.He could imagine how sad the Weasley family would be. Percy's grades were excellent and he had always been the pride of the Weasleys...Although Ron always disliked him for being too pretentious, he knew that he still loved him very much. Brother's.

Harry didn't know how to face the Weasleys in the future. Would they understand his choice and forgive him for what he did?Mr. Weasley's hateful eyes came back to him, and he was very afraid that it would become real.

"Are you scared?" A cold voice rang in his ears, and a hand squeezed his chin, forcing him to turn his head.Professor Black looked at him expressionlessly, his face full of pity, "If this is scary, then you don't need to continue."

"Afraid? When did I say I was afraid? I'm just not as indifferent as you." Harry raised his head abruptly, clenched his fingers one by one, "You don't have friends, so of course you can't understand how a friend feels hurt. , and the saddest thing is that you still think this is the right way, and you still regard selfishness and disregard for human life as your belief. If you feel sorry for me, with all due respect, you are the one who is hopeless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was grabbed by his collar and slammed against the wall, causing severe pain in the back of his head and back.Harry slid to the ground and didn't get up in one breath, coughing violently.He barely opened his eyes, and the man squatted down in front of him, stretching out his hand to grab his neck.

His face was immersed in shadows, and the deep-set eye sockets under the raised browbones were pitch black without a trace of light.His razor-thin lips moved, and the blade appeared.

"Do you think you are great?" His tone was icy cold, tensed into a line, and he pinched his fingers but tightened joint by joint, "You must think you are great if you can accuse Voldemort face to face? Who doesn't know how to speak beautiful words on the moral high ground, do you understand me? Do you think you understand me well?"

Harry didn't answer, and he couldn't answer.His face became paler and paler, his vision gradually became blurred, and a hallucinatory bird song appeared in his ears, which was crisp and piercing... Professor Black stared at him for a while, then released him forcefully.

"Don't judge a person lightly, Potter." He stood up and sat down at his desk again, "Go back."

Harry sat where he was panting, pressed the space between his brows, and stood up against the wall.

"I will go to hell, sooner or later."

"It is also a great blessing in life to be able to go to hell together."

☆, advice

Of course, Harry wasn't fooled by Professor Black's few words, he knew that there were some things that were useless to justify.But he admitted that he had to adjust his mentality to face the next challenge, especially after receiving the order from the main soul not long ago to serve as the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"In addition to completing your own job, you also need to supervise the behavior of other personnel in the Ministry of Magic with Thickness. You need to report to me at any time about the work of the Ministry of Magic, and there must be no mistakes. Of course, I will put a few people in Assist you."

"Yes, Master."

At this moment, he suddenly felt confused, not knowing how to proceed.He didn't know how long it would take to wait for the so-called opportunity, and would he not be able to get rid of this false identity until the final battle came?

Harry gently closed his eyes in the darkness.His wand - or rather Yaxley's wand - has since been recovered, but he has not used it.Compound Potions couldn't fool a sentient wand, so he had trouble with it.

He put his hands on his chest, thinking about some happy things quietly, dispelling the cold and seeking light, like lighting a candle in the dark night.

"Call God to protect you." He said slowly.Silver-white light emerges from the fingertips, like ink spreading in the air and condensing into a human shape.The silver-white boy slowly landed on the bed and sat beside him.Harry felt his warm, unreal fingers caress his forehead, as carefully as the slightest breeze.

"Riddle." He called out in a low voice.The hand that was combing his hair stopped, and the boy lay down beside him, spreading his arms and hugging him tightly.The soul-piercing warmth coming from behind gave him some comfort, his chest was burning hot, but he didn't want to leave him.He likes this kind of hug that is so tight that his heart trembles, which makes him feel that he is real and truly loved.

And he will not be afraid of blood and death, live up to disappointment and expectations, and move forward through the ice.

12 Grimmauld Place.

The sunlight fell on the wooden floor through the dusty curtains and the dilapidated fence, and the fallen petals of the fake flowers on the coffee table sank in the ashtray.Everything was quiet, immersed in a hopeless silence.

There was a sudden snap in the air, and a person Apparated in the foyer.Several people sitting on the sofa raised their heads immediately.

"How is it, Remus?" Sirius asked hastily.

Lupine put a newspaper on the table and put down his messenger bag: "The situation is not good, Sirius. There have been three attacks in a few days. The Muggles explained it as a gas accident, but we all know it was a gas accident." What's going on. There are dementors everywhere, which You-Know-Who uses to threaten Ministry staff and force them to keep working. And giants—"

"What?" Ron, who was eating watermelon, jumped up.

"They seem to think that nothing can threaten them when Harry is dead, after all, that's what the prophecy says..."

"But Harry isn't dead yet!"

"But where the hell is he?"

The conversation reached a stalemate, and both of them were silent for a while, Sirius said in a hoarse voice: "Remus, don't forget that he saved us."

"I'm grateful to him." Remus sighed. "But you have to admit, it's easy to get angry. Everyone thinks it's his lack of effort that caused what happened to Percy—"

"Who are you talking about?" Hearing the word "Percy", Ron suddenly became very sensitive.

"Riddle."

"Voldemort."

The two said at the same time, glanced at each other after speaking, and stopped talking.Ron was dumb, and didn't ask any more questions.The battle at the Ministry of Magic had brought psychological shadows to many of them, which would never be felt without being on the battlefield.The desperation brought by the dementors, the cruelty of the Death Eaters, the burning papers, the overturned tables and chairs, there is no escape and inevitability.The bloodiest scene of the struggle was the death of Fudge and the mutilation of Percy, who still lies in St. Mungo's Hospital receiving treatment.

He hardly wanted to believe that these were real, that these disasters had actually befallen them.But he knew he had to accept it.

After returning that day, Hermione and Draco obviously adjusted much better than him. Although they were pale, they didn't feel nauseated like him.

"You...have you seen the end of that employee? Don't you feel sad?" Ron asked them like this at that time, and felt that their indifference was unreasonable.

"Of course we feel sad, Ron." Hermione hesitated. "Faced with that kind of scene, no one would be indifferent, but we have learned to digest it silently. This is not indifference, Ron."

"Given the choice, I'd rather not have this kind of 'progress'." Draco added, "It means a lot of unequal costs, Weasley."

Ron didn't understand him, but didn't ask again.He knew that he could only understand slowly by himself.

"By the way, Remus. Did you see clearly then?" Sirius suddenly said something, which brought Ron back from his memory.

"I don't know, Sirius. I don't know him well or speak to him. You're his brother, aren't you?"

"That said, but..."

"So what do you think?" Lupine asked.

"I... think that's him." Sirius lowered his voice, "Even if he changed his hairstyle and clothes, his temperament is very different from before, but I can still recognize him even if he is burned to ashes. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore said That's right..."

The wind is silent, and the light and shadow are tilted.The seemingly peaceful afternoon was full of wind and clouds.

And on the third floor of this ancestral house, Dumbledore and Riddle sat facing each other, both of them had serious expressions.

"Dumbley