Soul shaping

His expression suddenly changed, and he was about to throw it out subconsciously, but the ball stuck tightly to his hand and couldn't get rid of it.It suddenly lit up, radiating beams of red ribbon-like light that locked him firmly on the throne.

"You... Yaxley! What did you do...!" he growled angrily, like a monster trying to break free, and Harry had already stepped aside, out of range of his attack.

The beam of light was like a red rope binding Voldemort firmly, while Professor Black slowly stepped onto the high platform, his steps were steady and free, and the bunches of green, blue, and crimson lights lit up behind him, like cooking smoke rising and floating , all day bright.The light path on the ground extended along the pre-drawn pattern, as if the waterline was going downwards, forming a ring of complex magic circles around Voldemort's body.Every circle of the magic circle revolves around him, shining brightly, illuminating the dust in the air.

Professor Black stood still in front of him, raised his wand and pointed at his heart, with a cold voice: "Oh, another me, have you ever thought of this day?"

Before Voldemort could answer, his face darkened, and he shouted sharply, "Damn!"

He held up his wand again, and the voice became shrill and piercing, shaking Harry's brain: "Living souls are bathed in blood, all demons can perform magic..." The following incantations became faster and faster, more and more difficult to understand, making it difficult to understand People have a splitting headache.

He opened his eyes, and saw that the huge magic circle was like a fast-rotating gear, each section interlocked with each other, and a huge river of light burst out from between the teeth and rushed towards Professor Black's wand.And he held up his magic wand, like holding the torch of the cosmic torch, and the light of the whole world poured towards him, sweeping into a terrifying storm.

The strong wind howled in the hall, blowing their hair silk robes, curtains and tablecloths rattling.Harry almost couldn't stand still, he squatted down halfway, squinting his eyes to stare at the magnificent scene.The photons in the air seemed to be chaotic, forming a colorful and chaotic light curtain in front of his eyes, and the swirling light array made his eye membranes hurt and he was confused.

In a trance, he seemed to see a spiritual body being stripped out and immersed in the aurora that filled the sky.And the man standing on the high platform looked at him from a distance, like a sage reborn.

"Come up." He said, and the majestic voice resounded throughout the hall.

So he walked up uncontrollably, walking up the steps step by step with fear and admiration.The magical light that illuminated the stone steps was also reflected on him; the high-pitched and narrow singing around the beam also rushed into his ears.He sacrificed the entire space to celebrate this greatest throne change.And his soul was wantonly immersed in this magic feast, like falling into a sea of ​​lights.

Harry stood still beside him, gently slit his wrist, bright red blood gushed out, and was held in the air by streams of light, like a whirlpool enveloping Professor Black.And he was still holding his magic wand, constantly introducing more magic light into his body from the magic circle.

Suddenly, before his soul left his body, Professor Black waved his wand, and several red lights shot out, penetrating Harry's limbs and pinning him to the ground.And the latter seemed to have thought about it long ago, and didn't resist, just lying on the ground upright like that, looking up at the fusion of souls in midair.

The bodies of Voldemort and Professor Black fell, but their souls rose in the air.Professor Black's soul swallowed the other into his stomach, and instantly became full and solid. He nodded in satisfaction, turned around and was about to say something, but saw his fallen body move, and slowly sat up .

Oops.Oops.Damn it.He knew it was broken, he was negligent.He forgot about the other sleeping soul in this body, because he was too weak to be a threat to him, causing him to ignore his existence.He's just a little ant, and it's the little ant that makes things really get out of hand.

Regulus stood up slowly, and he shook his fingers, almost in disbelief that he finally regained control of his body.Although he really wanted to run a few laps to express his joy, the current situation really did not allow him to do so.He remembered what Harry had said to him, that he had to act.

"I will help the Voldemort who occupies your body devour another Voldemort, and when the souls of both of them are out of the body, it is the best time for you to act. At that time, Professor Black did not have a body-he needed to do it again. Deputy, and this task is for Peter Pettigrew, don't look at me like that, of course I didn't do it, he doesn't trust me." The boy explained, "He won't attack you—probably not, Because that may destroy the magic circle, which will cause his devoured spirit body to collapse. Yes, his spirit body needs to be reshaped under the protection of the magic circle to be safe. Hmm? You ask how I know ?... I don't read a month's books for nothing, uncle."

He picked up his wand from the ground and looked around.And Harry lay on his back, staring straight at him, with a long-lost smile on his face.He didn't speak, but he knew what he meant.

——You know what to do, right?

Of course he knew.

Regulus knelt down beside Harry, trying to pull out the red nails that had been driven into his body, but found that they were stuck tightly and would not move at all.

"Use a spell to stop, uncle." Harry's voice was pleasant, and he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. "This is a spell that suppresses the fluctuation of magic power in my body, not an ordinary nail."

Regulus followed his advice and cast the spell Listop, and the four red nails disappeared immediately.Harry rubbed his arms and stood up, looked back at Professor Black, and dragged Regulus down.

"Come back—" a frenzied roar sounded from behind, like billowing red thunder enveloping them with monstrous thick clouds, Regulus looked back in fear, but Harry ignored him completely and pulled him out door.

No sooner had he reached the front garden outside the gate than Harry raised his hand and yelled, "Here comes the wand!"

Presently they heard a whoosh in the air as a holly wand flew towards him, and Harry held it firmly in his hand.

At that moment, he heard the cry of joy coming from the depths of his soul, the missing piece was finally found, and we met again after a long absence.He had endured so long just for this moment.

"Catch him!" Voldemort's roar came from the hall, and sparse figures began to appear around him.Harry and Regulus glanced at each other, and they ran quickly towards the iron gate of the fence.

The Death Eaters who heard the order appeared in the courtyard one after another, and the magic beams shot from all directions, but it was very difficult to aim at the moving target, and coupled with the dim light, few spells hit them.

"Quick, grab 'em! Don't let 'em get away!"

"They're coming to the Iron Gate!"

"Oh, they can't get out." A cold voice sounded, and Lucius walked out of the backyard unhurriedly, "All the iron fences are protected by magic, and they can't escape without my order." .”

The Death Eaters breathed a sigh of relief and continued to surround them.And Harry and Regulus were already standing in front of the iron door, panting heavily, Harry was about to pull the doorknob, but Regulus opened his hand all of a sudden.

"There's a curse on it, have you forgotten?" he said out of breath.

"That would just take down the whole fence." Harry said such rebellious and whimsical words with no expression.

The Death Eaters were getting closer, and they started casting Unforgivable Curses at the two of them, while Harry crouched down, pointing his wand at the ground.

"Strong shattering." Accompanied by a clear and calm voice, the ground trembled, the vision shook, and the ground shattered. Everyone was caught off guard and swayed to and fro. They wanted to grab something but they could only knock down their companions. .

The earthquake lasted for half a minute before it stopped. Regulus leaned on the tree and looked at the fallen Death Eaters, wondering why Harry didn't tell him about this move earlier... while Harry looked at the motionless fence, Some distressed.

"Uncle, get out of the way." He said suddenly.

Regulus immediately retreated behind the tree and poked his head out: "What are you going to do again?"

Harry pointed his wand at the fence and whispered, "Strong explosion."

I go!At this moment, only these two words echoed in Regulus' mind.He retreated quickly, but the high temperature and huge waves had already rushed towards his face, and the surroundings were instantly plunged into a vast expanse of white smoke mixed with firelight.He squatted down and hugged his knees, trying to curl up together to reduce the impact, but the expected pain did not come.Regulus raised his head, and Harry was standing beside him, a transparent protective cover tightly enveloped them, isolating them from the outside world.

"Uncle, have you forgotten how to cast magic?" The boy's voice was still light.

"...a little bit."

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, but it still doesn't seem to work." The boy frowned as he said, they could vaguely see the iron fence still standing in the white mist, and Regulus wondered what the fence of Malfoy's house was. What is it made of, how many layers of protection have been added, why is it still so strong after successive earthquakes and explosions...

Suddenly, a red light shot out from the still tumbling smoke around it, and it hit the fence directly, and the whole fence instantly lit up with a layer of blue light.The blue light immediately burned, burning the fence to ashes almost instantly.

The two looked at each other in surprise, Harry lifted the protective cover, and ran out without saying a word.They stepped over the fence that was burned to the point where only half of the black iron rods remained, and walked towards freedom through flying white mist and black embers.

Harry glanced back, the surging white smoke was blown away by the wind for a moment, revealing the menacing eyes of the man in the vast smoke.He met Snape's eyes for a second, then turned his head and ran around the corner with Regulus.

thank you.

The author has something to say: Regulus: I'm going to report the man who taught you these magics...

There will be one black, anyway, I can write both... But do you really want to see be_(:з」∠)_

☆, temporary residence

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.This house has not been lived in for nearly a month. The weeds in the yard are uneven, the walls are covered with creepers, the wooden gate is nailed to death with iron plates, and the windows are closed tightly.

A month earlier, the Dursleys had been picked up in a Lyft by a group of people they had never met.Before leaving, Mr. Dursley cursed and seemed dissatisfied with the treatment he received; Mrs. Dursley kept looking at the car and kept asking if it was the style 50 years ago; clamoring for toast and burgers.

But at this moment, in the dry and spacious hall, two people were sitting on a sofa each, holding a newspaper in their hands.

"The ugly face of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​revealed: the Order of the Phoenix blatantly broke into the Ministry of Magic... Remus Lupine, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, was found to be a werewolf, tried to hurt people, and was stopped by the Ministry of Magic... There are also vicious members of the Order of the Phoenix Half-blood giant Rubeus Hagrid... oh, I've never seen anything funnier than this, why didn't he mention the werewolf Fenrir Greyback? And the ones who really colluded with the giants should be themselves ...Hey, Harry, are you listening?" Regulus talked for a long time but found no one responded, so he put down the newspaper angrily, and found that the boy had fallen asleep on the sofa covered with the newspaper.

"Go to sleep upstairs, Harry, you'll catch a cold." Regulus walked over and pushed his shoulder, Harry grumbled, turned over and continued to sleep, the newspaper covering his body was folded in a mess.He sighed and had no choice but to scratch his hair and leave him alone.

It has been several days since they escaped from Malfoy Manor, and they didn't know where to go for a while, so they wandered the streets of London for a long time, and were almost caught by the search team a few times-the paper with their photos was already plastered up the streets.But later they found out that this was not the case, because Harry had already wiped out the compound potion prepared by Voldemort before leaving. It stands to reason that no one would recognize them if they changed their appearance, but those search teams and Ministry of Magic staff... But they found their hiding place again and again.

"How old are you this year?" Regulus asked after something happened after the earth shook.

"15 years old, what's wrong?"

"So that's it, you still have traces on your body!"

Harry shuddered and almost fell off the stolen broom.

"That is to say, I will not be able to use magic in the future until I am an adult?" His voice became extremely shrill in the wind.

"I think so, unless it's in a place isolated from detection." Regulus replied.

"Where can we isolate the detection?" Harry still had a glimmer of hope.

"Hogwarts. That's all I know." As expected, he saw his face turn pale for a moment, and a few seconds later, the boy whispered, his voice muffled and weak by the wind: "But I can't go back to Hogwarts." tz."

He said this in a helpless and sad tone, as if shattered glass shards were poured into the bone crevices, causing heart-wrenching pain.This reminded Regulus of a night many years ago, he was standing alone by the cold and dark lake, the waves were dark, and the waves smashed against the stone wall and turned into snow-white foam.The dense white bones and floating corpses at the bottom of the lake looked at him from a distance, like a disaster of blood and moonlight.

He walked towards the cold death without hesitation, while the old house elf behind him wiped his crying eyes with a dirty apron, and wailed, "Master Black, come back quickly, Kreacher is afraid, come back quickly... come back quickly."

Oh, he forgot, he's not alone.But he always felt that he was alone, alone, addicted, confused, resolutely betraying his past beliefs, sinking and suffocating in the lake, and no one knew.He didn't regret it, he didn't feel hopeless, he could laugh and say that in the future he would cry for happiness, but he didn't.

All he could say to the loyal but ignorant house-elf was, I can't go back.I can't go back to Black's ancestral house.

He wants to die with his beliefs, so he can't go back.Yes, he never thought of coming back alive from the very beginning.

But the world turns and changes, and no one can figure out the arrangement of fate. Even the greatest prophet can only grasp a thread of it, and no one can say that he can control everything.It's like he thought he would die and never have a chance to return to Black's ancestral house, but now he unexpectedly escaped from the cage and regained his freedom.

So he wanted to tell Harry that no one knew what would happen in the next moment, so don't draw conclusions prematurely.

After Harry realized that he still had traces, they decided to find a stable residence, and Harry offered to go to his uncle's house to see the situation.But he obviously didn't expect that the building was already empty.

"Probably the Order of the Phoenix arranged for them to move out after I was arrested." Harry said uncertainly, "But then we can live here!"

Harry gave Regulus the room that had been his uncle and aunt, while he slept in his cousin Dudley's bedroom.Regulus didn't quite understand why he was so happy to have a big house all to himself...but when Harry showed him the small attic where he used to live, he sort of understood.

Poor Harry, he thought.In any case, he and Sirius both had fairly spacious separate rooms, and they could arrange them freely.But he's not flattering about Sirius' taste, and he seems to want to advertise his apostasy to the whole family.But thinking about it now, I didn't feel much better.

"Hmm... what time is it?" Regulus was immersed in the memory, Harry had already woken up and sat up with his head on the chicken nest.He rubbed his eyes, still a little confused.

"Three in the afternoon. What afternoon tea are you having today?"

"Anything, I've taught you what I like," Harry replied casually.

Every day they would go to Diagon Alley to steal a copy of the Daily Prophet, or sit in the Three Broomsticks for a while to catch up on the latest news.The Order of the Phoenix did not make any big moves after that, and there was no news about his betrayal of the Ministry of Magic. The newspapers only said that Yaxley resigned due to illness, and that the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is a witch whose name seems to be Wu Mrridge.And they satirized those traitors sharply, accusing them of treason and deserving of death, and it was Voldemort's mercy that let them go.

Harry didn't know what to do next.He had left Malfoy Manor, but he couldn't go back to Hogwarts.He wanted to see Riddle, but his warning echoed in his heart all the time, and he knew how much his former friend hated him now.

"Honestly, I think all you can do now is go back and look for them, Harry." Regulus came over with a plate on which were two ice cream cakes with a strawberry on top.

"They're not going to be happy to see me. You don't know, I'm a target now."

"But you have gone through so much, you are not here to hide here." Regulus ate the strawberry, "If you go back, there is still room for change. If you stay here, you have to carry This is notorious."

"...but they're right, I've never been forgiven. Sometimes I can still dream about the days of the Inquisition, the hail of bullets that fell on countless innocents. Sometimes inaction is worse than action , because perpetrators often do not feel that they are at fault.”

"I don't know what you did in the trial court, and I don't want to know. I only know that you saved me." Regulus continued to eat pudding without any psychological barriers, "I believe you will not be that kind of person , I think they will understand."

"Thank you for your comfort, I think I still need to think about it..."

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not doing well now, and public opinion is unanimously discrediting it. Yesterday's newspapers also pointed the finger at Dumbledore, saying that he did nothing, was afraid of the mysterious man, and only cared about running for his own life. He was not a saint who cared about the common people at all. ..."

"I see, you don't need to persuade me anymore, Uncle." Harry dug a spoonful of pudding into his mouth, "Where are you going next?"

"Me? Of course...going home." There seemed to be an invisible smile on his face, which was particularly bright under the setting sun.

The author has something to say: the countdown to reunion.

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Wait for me to explain, it is a double ending, the one I am writing now is he, and the other one is be, which is black to the end, and I will write it after the episode is over...

☆、The train was attacked

night.Harry lay on the bed, staring silently at the ceiling.The rustling wind blows through the streets, bringing a breath of impetuousness and vitality in summer.He rubbed his sore temple and sat up.What Harry didn't tell Regulus was that he had been suffering from insomnia for the past few days, tossing and turning until dawn to barely fall asleep, but he was still restless in his dream, those blood and eyes were peeking at him from the dark, everywhere.

Harry rolled out of bed and walked lightly up the stairs.He walked to the small attic and pushed the door open with a little force. There was a loud creaking noise as the rough door frame rubbed against the dilapidated door panel, which made Harry freeze in place for an instant.He listened for a while, only the sound of his rapid breathing in the darkness, Regulus didn't seem to be woken up by him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the attic.

Harry went to sit on the edge of the bed and drew back the dusty curtains.Everything is the same as he left, nothing has changed.The bed was made neatly, last year's calendar was still hanging on the wall, the pen on the desk was covered with dust, and the mezzanine under the floor was as empty as ever.

He sat quietly on the bed, and the hazy moonlight looked at him through the blue window lattice.

Harry thought of that thunderstorm night, with thunderclouds rolling overhead, raindrops crackling on the windows, and owls flying into the cabin in the rain, their feathers covered in cold water.He still remembers that kiss, like a white light flashing across the dark sky, and he can't look back ever since.However, those days of mutual suspicion or love for each other have passed, and now thinking about it, even hatred is good, after all, he is by his side no matter what.But now, even though he knew that he was not far away from him, he was speechless as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Harry shook the dust off the bed, pulled back the covers and lay down, closing his eyes.Pressing his right hand on his chest, he whispered: "Let me have a good dream, just tonight, let me have a good sleep..."

A cloud of silvery white mist appeared around him, gradually condensing into the tall and slender silhouette of a boy.He sat beside him with a hand on Harry's forehead.The boy looked down at him for a moment, then leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips.Light as the wind blows.

Harry slept well that night. He dreamed of many things that made him happy: the first time he knew he was a wizard, the first time he came to Hogwarts, the first time he won the Quidditch Cup... Met him once.

He sat up, and the sunlight was pouring in from the window, falling on the white-washed bedding.It's a brand new morning.

When Harry came downstairs, he saw Regulus eating breakfast with a packed suitcase beside him.Harry walked up to him and took his share of the sandwich and milk.

"Uncle, what are you doing packing?" He had an ominous premonition.

"Preparing to go back to Black's ancestral house." Regulus replied without raising his head.

"...Does that mean I have to stay here alone?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"Oh, I'll take you to King's Cross Station, and give you an elder hug, good luck." Regulus said as it should, and for some reason, Harry always felt that he was a little gloating.Of course, it may also be his illusion.

"When did I say I was going to Hogwarts? I don't even have a book!" Harry protested.

"Don't worry about this, I've already bought it for you." Regulus gestured with his chin to a stack of fifth-grade textbooks on the coffee table, Harry rolled his eyes, wondering how this man could be so self-assertive...

"Eat fast, or you'll miss the train." Regulus urged, and Harry had to speed up.He rushed to the attic and hurriedly took a few old clothes and stuffed them into the suitcase, thinking that he didn't seem to have any other things with him, so he gave up.

They hurried on the subway, and Harry found a boy about his own size in the crowd. Regulus quietly cut some hair from his head and handed it to him. I put it in my medicine bottle and drink it in the public restroom after I get out of the subway.

"Are you ready?"

They stood in the bustling station, many Muggles dragged their suitcases and talked and walked around, with a loud radio echoing overhead.Regulus hugged him vigorously and patted his shoulder.

"Uncle, you also pay attention to safety." Harry said as he took out a few bottles of compound potions from his pocket and put them in Regulus' hands.At this time, he showed a bit of reluctance. He and Regulus had only been together for more than ten days.

Regulus took out one bottle and returned the cork to him: "You need it more than I do, Harry. Good luck on your journey."

Harry waved to him, turned and walked onto platform nine and three quarters.The beeping sound was empty, and the wheels of the suitcase scraped against the ground and made a rumbling sound.He boarded the train, and the aisle was filled with the sound of footsteps and laughter from the students walking back and forth.He suddenly felt that he hadn't seen such a scene for a long time, and he was too far away from it.

Harry found a car at random and sat down. There were a few boys and girls who looked like first-year students.They didn't know each other well either, a little girl was giggling over an entertainment magazine, while two other little boys were discussing Quidditch.

"Hey you know what, I secretly got my dad to buy me a Nimbus 2000, and I don't care about school rules!"

"What, where did you get it? I heard the broom shop in Diagon Alley is closed!"

"Yeah, in this situation, even if my dad is in the Ministry of Magic, it's very difficult... But his boss admires him very much, that is, Minister Thickness, he values ​​my dad very much, so it's a piece of cake to get this kind of thing It's a dish, I originally wanted him to help me get a Firebolt..."

Listening to their conversation, Harry couldn't help interjecting, "But isn't Thicknesse one of Voldemort's subordinates?"

"Wow!" The first-year students screamed and covered their mouths.The little girl said with a trembling voice, "You...why did you say that name!"

"Uh, I'm sorry..."

"Scared me to death, my heart..." The little boy patted his chest, "Could you be from the Order of the Phoenix? Only members of the Order of the Phoenix dare to say the name of the mysterious person..."

"Hey, do you know how many Galleons you can get for catching a member of the Order of the Phoenix?" The little boy showing off his broom suddenly lowered his voice, and he gave Harry a provocative look, "A thousand Galleons! Yes Let our family go on a tour of the United States!"

"Hey, isn't this bad...?" Another boy hesitantly gave him a hand.

"What's wrong? You don't believe in the nonsense that the Order of the Phoenix can rescue everyone, do you? The look at Harry turned menacing.

The boy still hesitated, but the little girl gave Harry a vicious look and threw the entertainment magazine towards him as if she had lost her way.

"Say, who are you from the Order of the Phoenix?" she asked sharply, and Harry caught the magazine and set it aside.He was about to say something when the train suddenly shook up and down, and the lights went out suddenly.

The shock only lasted less than three seconds, and everyone froze in place. It took a few minutes for discussions to start.

"what happened?"

"I do not know……"

The discussion became louder and louder, and the whole train was full of voices. At this time, there was a huge explosion-like shaking from the rear of the train, which almost shook them off their chairs.

Harry frowned, stood up and dragged the suitcase out of the car.The corridor was dark, the prefects walked around to maintain order, and several professors stood by the wall and discussed with frowns.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from overhead, the roof of the car was shattered, and it fell down with a crash.Then Harry saw a few men covered in black cloth descend out of nowhere, and they threw a few strangely shaped black balls on the ground. As soon as the black ball hit the ground, a large amount of black mist spewed out, screaming and jumping around, covering everything sound.The whole train fell into chaos in an instant, with screaming students running away everywhere, Harry was hit hard on the shoulder by a girl who ran past, and he could barely hold the handle of the suitcase.

He stood against the wall calmly, cast a night vision spell on himself, and his vision immediately became clearer, and he could barely see the figure running in the black mist.To end this riot, we must first get rid of these jumping things and catch the perpetrators.But since there is still a teacher here, there shouldn't be any need for him to intervene... Harry thought calmly, his unauthorized actions would only cause chaos.

He didn't know when he formed this kind of thinking method that could be regarded as indifferent to him before, but once some things changed, they could never go back.

But there are some things that cannot be changed.

In a blink of an eye, Harry suddenly saw a black figure jumping over a panicked female student. His head was sniffing around the girl's neck. The girl struggled wildly and cried bitterly, but was covered by the chaotic sounds around her. .When Harry realized what was happening, the blood rushed to his brain instantly, and his whole body became hot.He drew out his wand and pointed at the man, his voice trembling:

"Drowsy!" A voice sounded from the other side at the same time, and the man fell down instantly and remained motionless.Harry came over and moved the man's body aside with difficulty, pulling the shivering girl up.

"Thank you... Thank you..." She trembled, still in shock.

After Harry said goodbye to her, he looked towards the source of the previous voice. There stood a familiar boy in the silver and green Slytherin uniform, looking at him with folded arms.

"Draco?" Harry subconsciously covered his mouth as soon as he said the name, and sure enough, the boy raised his eyebrows: "You know me?"

"Well, I...of course I know you, you are famous." Harry prevaricated quickly.Draco, however, remained unmoved, still eyeing him warily.

"You were very gentlemanly in helping that girl just now," he said suddenly, but Harry couldn't understand him.

"Uh...thanks, that's what I should do."

"I think we should find a safe place to stay." Draco's words didn't match up, jumping extremely fast.Before Harry could figure out what he meant, Draco strode over and took his arm, leading him forward.

The author has something to say: I have a hunch that the next chapter will be locked...

☆, Xiaobie wins the newlyweds

Harry stared at him blankly, he didn't understand Draco's actions.Why was he not with Hermione and Ron, but kindly took him around as a passerby?

Draco pushed open the door of an empty carriage and pulled Harry in, held his hands and told him, his light gray eyes fixed on him: "Stay here, don't come out no matter what you hear ’” He let go of him and ran out of the room.

"Hey, hello! What do you mean!" Harry threw down the suitcase and rushed to the door. He twisted the doorknob hard but found that it couldn't be opened, so he took out his wand and pointed it at the door: "Ahola Open the hole!"

The door remained motionless under the magical bombardment, and Harry listened in horror to the screams, running, and magic flying in the corridor, and he couldn't imagine what was going on outside, who was falling, who was screaming. Who is it, and who is the one who broke his wrist and couldn't cry.

Someone slammed the door hard, and Harry took a step back, but the door didn't open, and the man stood up again, his hair brushing past the glass.But the next moment he was thrown against the wall again, whimpering in pain, and his throat seemed to be filled with blood, making it impossible for him to utter a complete word, leaving only solitary, broken moans -groan.

Harry listened to the inhumane rampage outside the door, the man's voice became weaker and weaker, but the perpetrator kept chasing after him, his laughter was sharp and cruel, and the glass windows reflected the afterglow of red and blue magic light .Harry tiptoed to look out, but his vision was so limited that he couldn't see anything.

He grabbed his hair violently and cast dozens of spells on the door, leaving more and more traces on the door, but the door stood still as if it was cast into the wall.Harry also tried to break the window, but the window seemed to be stronger than the door, leaving no traces.

Draco must have put an extremely powerful spell on it, but why did he... Harry stomped his feet in hatred, he didn't dare to use a large area attack spell on the train, it was too dangerous, but let him Waiting here and listening to the screams in the corridor is too useless.Harry walked back and forth anxiously on the spot, when suddenly a layer of blood splashed on the window, and the plasma flowed down the window panel, which was shocking.

The sound outside became quieter and quieter.Such an abnormal quietness makes people feel that the storm is about to come, despair and fear, even surpassing the continuous screaming.Just as Harry was gritting his teeth and planning to put all his eggs in one basket, the door suddenly opened.Draco walked in with his head bowed slightly, he locked the door behind his back and stuffed his wand into his pocket.

His light-blond short hair was still neat, his silver-gray eyes were calm and almost indifferent, and his silver-green robe was meticulous. Only the blood stains on his right cheek and the broken hair next to him suggested that he had just participated in a fight.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Draco wiped his cheek with his hand, but the blood had already coagulated.

"It's all other people's blood." He explained