Soul shaping

explained.

"Did you kill someone?" Harry suddenly calmed down.

"Probably not." Draco shrugged, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Harry looked at him for a few seconds, then said blankly, "You're not Draco."

The boy raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't surprised: "Oh, you found out? Not from the beginning."

A figure flashed beside him, and Draco took a step back, as if waking up.He looked at Harry, then at Riddle, opened his mouth to speak but didn't know what to say.

Riddle reached out to him, and Draco reacted, took off the locket around his neck and handed it to him.Riddle threw the locket to Harry casually, and glanced at Draco: "You go back first."

"Yes, Master."

"You don't need to call me master in the future." Riddle said lightly.

"Uh, what should I call..."

"You follow them and call me Riddle."

"Yes."

After Draco left, the surroundings fell into a moment of silence.Harry stood there and looked at him. Originally, as a spirit body, he would not have changed in any way, but he just felt that he was different, and became more distant.

"How did you find me?" Harry started, and he couldn't figure it out. He didn't believe he could see through Polyjuice Potions - he didn't recognize them the last time!

"Obviously your research on contracts is not as deep as mine, Harry." Riddle shrugged.

"Is this weird?" Harry curled his lips, "It's not just a matter of a day or two that you are better than me."

"But your progress surprised me...I never knew you could learn so much in such a short period of time." Riddle said calmly.

"...I don't know myself." Harry shook his head, "There is a price for all of this."

"Oh, what's the price?"

Harry didn't notice a hint of danger and irritability in his tone: "I lost something that was very important to me."

"Like what?" The voice was a little gritted.

"Conscience, guilt, friendship..."

"Oh." Only then did Riddle relax. He pulled him to sit on the bench, rubbed his fingertips against his palm, and Harry felt itchy, but when he wanted to pull away, he was immediately clenched, " I remember I told you not to come back, Harry."

"...You did say that." Harry felt a thump in his heart, and was half cold.

"But you didn't take my words to heart." Riddle turned his head sideways, his dark pupils stared at him for a moment, as if he wanted to suck him in, "How do you think I should punish you... …my boy?"

Harry frowned: "What kind of strange name is this..." Before he finished speaking, his breath was blocked.Riddle turned his face slightly, closed his eyes and kissed his lips.He didn't shackle the back of his head with his hands, nor did he press him down on the bench, but just gently sucked his lips one after another, as if he was stroking something extremely precious.

However, this kind of kiss without desire made Harry's chest swell, he couldn't help wanting more, and the painful thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time burst out, he pressed Riddle's thin shoulders and pressed him against the long On the chair, kiss him anxiously and jerky.

Riddle didn't mind his overstepping, but was rather satisfied.He simply let go and let him explore clumsily on him, opening his body cooperatively.His limbs are slender and fair, without any blemishes, and the combed black hair is scattered around his ears. When he turned his head to the side, his neck outlined a graceful arc. In Harry's eyes, he was the embodiment of lust. .

"Oh, you've never been so proactive before, Harry..."

"Be more serious..."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, pressed the back of his neck and whispered in his ear, "I'm afraid you'll cry if I'm serious."

With that, his hand ran down his spine, into the waistband of his trousers, and Harry gasped and straightened.Riddle patted him on the back to make him relax, and leaned closer to his ear: "Harry, don't you think it's unfair?"

"What's unfair...ah..." the boy gasped lowly, almost unable to support his body, and Riddle was still nibbling on his ear, which made his breath even more unsteady .

"I was stripped naked by you, and you are still fully clothed, isn't that fair?"

"You...don't go too far..."

"I want to see you undress yourself, Harry." He backed away, looking at him for the rest of his life.Blushing, Harry took a long breath.

Harry wondered if he might actually have cried if the train hadn't arrived.Riddle was still considerate of him, and he didn't really make it to the train station.After dealing with the aftermath, the two of them sat with their backs to the window blowing the air, Harry leaning into his arms eating snacks - they bought a bunch of them on the table when the snack vendor passed by.

"Riddle, I forgot to ask, just now..."

"They call me Riddle now," he interrupted. "Don't you want to make yourself special?"

Harry stared at him speechlessly for a while, then changed his words: "Okay, Tom, I..." He was interrupted again before he could ask, the room was filled with the violent sound of lips rubbing against each other, and he bowed his head in his He took a bite on his neck, and then gently sucked it as if to comfort him.

"You go on," Riddle whispered, his hands nonchalantly tucked into the hem of his clothes.

"...I want to say, what happened in the corridor just now?" Harry wanted to hold his hand, but he always dodged it deftly.

"It was a few Death Eaters who attacked the train, and they have now been arrested."

"Are the casualties serious?" Harry asked hastily.He thought of the tormented man who was only separated from him by a wall, and his heart twitched.

"It's not clear, there should be quite a few injured." Riddle frowned.

"Then... when you first came in, did you see a seriously injured man outside?" Harry hesitated, but still asked.

Riddle gave him a horrified look and shook his head: "No. I didn't see anything when I came back. It may have been disposed of."

Harry's hand clenched tightly.So who is that man?Could it be his friend, someone he is familiar with... He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he just felt cold sweat on his back.

"R...Tom, how's the situation now?" After receiving Riddle's unkind eyes, Harry hurriedly corrected him, but his earlobe was still sucked hard, which made him tremble all over.

"Are you talking about the Order of the Phoenix? Actually, the situation is not very optimistic...Dumbledore is not in good health, and now I am mainly in charge of the overall situation."

"You? Why?" Harry turned his head in surprise.

"Do you think I'm not as good as Dumbledore, Harry?" Seeing that Riddle narrowed his eyes dangerously again, Harry hurriedly made amends with a sneer: "No, of course not, haha... I just think they should be difficult." Accept you, after all your status is special..."

"Oh, Harry, there is no barrier that cannot be broken in front of common interests. Enemies in the past may not be able to become comrades-in-arms, and decision makers must naturally consider the overall situation." Riddle didn't seem surprised by this, "But speaking of it What are you going to do next? Return to Hogwarts as the savior?"

"No, I'm not going to expose myself for the time being." Harry shook his head, his eyes dimmed, "They won't be happy to see me. I'm no longer a savior."

"Is the savior only in your choice, and has nothing to do with other people's evaluation." Riddle said lightly, "Or because you are afraid of your friends' accusations and rejection, you plan to shrink back and do nothing?"

"That's not it!" Harry suddenly sat up straight, but was hugged tightly by Riddle, "Of course I will continue to move forward, even if I don't get support, I will-"

"I will support you."

Harry froze in place, but Riddle had already continued: "I will always support you, from now on, always."

The two were silent for a while, Harry said expressionlessly, "Take your hands away."

"I think it's about half an hour before we arrive at the station, why don't we..."

"roll!"

☆、Mag vs. Thickness

After arriving at the station, they got off the train with the crowd. The corridor of the train has been restored to its original state, but the students obviously still have lingering fears.Harry saw several figures carried out on stretchers, one of them was still covered with a white cloth, and this made him feel tense.

Harry didn't pay attention for long, though, as he soon began to worry about where he should live.

"I can't go back to my old dormitory, everyone thinks I'm dead—"

"Let's go to Acting Principal McGonagall. She will arrange it for you," Riddle suggested.

But when they walked to the long and narrow corridor leading to the principal's office, the two stone statues guarding the door were tilted to one side, and the ground was covered with crushed stone chips. Clear and audible.

"I'm very busy now, why can't we talk at another time, Minister Thickness?" This was McGonagall's voice.

"Oh, I think this matter is quite serious. I have heard, Ms. McGonagall, or should I call you Principal McGonagall now? It's a pity that you have to be laid off as a principal before you become a principal. I am very sorry."

"Is your Ministry of Magic going to intervene in Hogwarts? Don't forget the agreement, Thicknesses."

"I had a good look at the protocol, Ms. McGonagall. It said 'the Ministry of Magic shall not interfere with normal teaching at Hogwarts except in exceptional circumstances', and now that is the exceptional circumstances. I wonder how many of you were involved in the attack casualties?"

"The exact data hasn't been calculated yet." McGonagall replied coldly, "It's hard for me to understand why the Ministry of Magic is so anxious. We were attacked for only two hours, but you have already been waiting here early, just like We already knew we would be attacked..."

"Ms. McGonagall, please pay attention to your words." Thickness's voice contained anger.

"I'm sorry, I did get a little agitated. But I still don't think such a thing will cause the Minister for Magic to go out and smash the stone statue at the door. You have obviously forgotten the wizarding law-or you don't know at all. Don't care?"

"Ms. McGonagall, that's because you've been slow to let us in—"

"Since you know that I don't welcome you, you should leave wisely, right?"

"It's meaningless to say these words. I advise you not to struggle to your death." Thickness's tone was cold, as if he had lost all patience, "According to the law you believe in, I can completely remove your position and replace you with what I think is appropriate. I think you should be very happy that the Ministry of Magic has come forward to solve this problem for you."

"Oh, if that's the case, then we have nothing to talk about. Now I'm going to preside over the sorting ceremony, can you please step aside?" Accompanied by these words were the people who pushed the drawers, opened the chairs, and packed the files. Sound, Professor McGonagall seemed to stand up, but Thickness still refused to let it go.

"The sorting ceremony? Under such circumstances, you still miss the sorting ceremony?"

"Of course. The Ministry of Magic doesn't want Hogwarts to panic because 'the sorting ceremony stopped unexpectedly'?"

Thicknesses seemed to choke, unable to refute.In the end, he could only say viciously: "After the new principal takes office, there will be no need for a sorting ceremony, and there will be no more four colleges!"

"Oh, even so, that's after the new principal takes office. You have to follow the procedure, right?" McGonagall blinked, "Anyway, I'm the oldest before the new principal arrives, and I have to listen to everything .”

After finishing speaking, she ignored Thicknesse and strode out of the principal's office proudly.

When Mag walked out of the dark corridor and saw Harry and Riddle standing at the entrance of the alley, she raised her slender eyebrows: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's like this. I originally planned to ask you to arrange Harry's residence, McGonagall. But now it seems that you are obviously busy..." Riddle said calmly.

"Harry? You mean..." McGonagall frowned, and her eyes slowly turned to Harry.

"Yes, Harry Potter. That's him." Riddle lowered his voice, and at this time Thicknesses led several Ministry of Magic staff out.

"Principal McGonagall, I think we need to follow you to watch the sorting ceremony, can this be allowed?" Thickness's tone sounded respectful, but the expression on his face was not the case at all.

McGonagall took a quick look at Riddle and nodded hastily: "I see, I will arrange your affairs later." Then she turned to Thickness and replied crisply: "Oh, of course, Follow me if you don't mind."

The Hogwarts Great Hall was already full of people.The twinkling starry sky created by magic above the head is still as bright as before, and ribbon curtains representing various colleges are hung around it, and the wind chimes are waving crisply and melodiously.The students were discussing noisily, but they suddenly fell silent after McGonagall and the Ministry of Magic walked in.

McGonagall strode to the headmaster's chair, the heels of his shoes hitting the marble floor made a clear and rhythmic sound.She amplified her voice with a loudspeaker spell, and at this moment Thinknes walked behind her and said something to her. McGonagall raised her eyebrows, pointed to the teacher's seat and said unceremoniously: "There is a temporary vacancy there." You can sit on the seat, but your subordinates can only stand, please be considerate."

She did not lift the spell of amplification, so all the teachers and students in the school heard her answer, and there was another discussion in the audience. Thinknes gave her a hard look, and angrily walked to the vacant seat in the teacher's bench to sit. Down.Harry and Riddle quietly entered through the back door and sat in the Slytherin seats.Draco obviously noticed them, but he said nothing.

"Hi everyone, nice to meet you here. I'm Minerva McGonagall, your Acting Headmaster. Of course, you'll see me in Transfiguration too. I know you're all still thinking about what happened to you on the train. Things are uneasy..."

"About that matter, I have something to say—" Thicknesses stood up, but McGonagall acted as if he hadn't heard him, and raised his volume: "...The attack on the train is a special case under special circumstances. incident, and we know how to deal with it. Under such circumstances, we should be more united and united against each other..."

"I think, I have to..." Thickness still refused to give up and wanted to speak, but McGonagall ignored him again.

"...We will not bow to evil forces, and we will not be afraid of ups and downs. No matter how dark the time is, we can go through it together, as long as there is hope in our hearts, we will be able to achieve victory. Not much to say, let's move on The sorting ceremony begins—”

"Wait a minute!" Shickness finally seized the opportunity and shouted.The audience was silent, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to show their spirits, and the professors sitting in the teacher's chair looked serious.But McGonagall was still calm and composed. She didn't even look at Thicknesses, and added: "By the way, due to Professor Lockhart's health, the recent Defense Against the Dark Arts class has been suspended. Alright, next time I will be The new students whose names I registered came up and sat on the three-legged stool."

Harry looked uncomfortably at Riddle, who was looking at him too, the black poppy pupils locked on his body, the sharp gears locked into each other, trapping him deeply in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid." The back of his hand brushed against his cheek, reassuring Harry's fear.

"Tell me, has Professor Lockhart already..." Harry didn't say any more. This might be too scary, and it seemed to be a taboo.

"do not think too much."

Before Harry could answer, the surrounding Slytherin students had already discussed, and their words entered his ears:

"I think we're probably going to need a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Oh, that's a real joy. That big fool Lockhart is going at last—"

"The new teacher..."

"My dad said the Ministry of Magic is going to overhaul Hogwarts!"

"My mother also said that our whole family is very supportive..."

"That's right. Hogwarts' original teaching method is really too loose. And I don't think those mudbloods should be admitted!"

"Those who steal magic should be exiled to Siberia..."

"What do you think of what Mag said just now? I think what she said is meaningless at all. You see, she is still contradicting the minister. She simply doesn't want to live!"

"I think so too, she's really stupid..."

Harry grew angrier the more he listened, his fists clenched, trying not to let himself stand up.He thought of the three freshmen he met on the train, and their views seemed to be no different from these Slytherins, which made him feel even sadder, much sadder than his own depravity—but he suddenly understood I have no right to blame them at all.He is not superior.

Harry looked at Draco, who was looking ahead thoughtfully, without hesitation in his eyes.

The tense and joyful sorting atmosphere gradually overwhelmed the previous smoke. Thinknes seemed to give up. He sat in his seat and watched the freshmen put on the sorting hat one by one, and tremblingly walked towards the Own college table.

After the end of the branch, the students walked out of the auditorium one after another under the leadership of the prefect.Harry and Riddle walked towards McGonagall.The professors were surrounding her, all with unkind eyes, confronting the Ministry of Magic led by Thicknesse together with her.

"What you did today disappointed me, Ms. McGonagall." Thickness's voice was cold and piercing.

"Then I'm sorry." Mag's tone couldn't hear a trace of guilt, "It's getting late, the minister has a lot of things to do every day, so go back and rest early."

"I will issue an education order soon, and I believe we can cooperate well at that time."

"I'm also looking forward to it." McGonagall was not intimidated by his threat. She looked at the professors around her and said calmly, "You all go back, there is still class tomorrow."

"Minerva, don't forget we're still here!" Professor Flitwick said sharply.

"Thank you, Felius." Mag nodded at him, showing a slight smile.

☆、Education Order No. [-]

McGonagall arranged Harry in a spare teacher's dormitory.She didn't comment on his unexpected arrival, and before she left, Harry stopped her: "Professor, I want to know..."

"What do you want to know?" Mag turned around.

"I want to know if this dormitory was originally owned by Professor Lockhart?"

McGonagall stared at him for a while, with a tense expression: "Potter, if you don't want to live here—"

"Oh no, of course I didn't mean that! I mean, you know what I mean, there was an attack on the train, and he didn't show up at the teacher's desk, and now you've got me a teacher's dormitory, And this dormitory seems to have been inhabited recently..."

"Your observation is very keen, Potter." McGonagall shook her head and sighed, "I don't know the specific situation of Professor Lockhart, but we may really need to change the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Harry sat up on the bunk with a heavy heart.Riddle opened the suitcase for him, and took out the books and clothes inside.He simply cleaned up the dust in the room, put the books on the desk, and hung the clothes in the closet.Then he took out a bunch of scattered things from the storage bracelet, such as a crimson robe, a telescope, a Firebolt, and so on.

"These are...the things I left in Durmstrang and you took good care of them?" Harry jumped off the bed and walked to him.

"Obviously I wouldn't leave them in someone else's safekeeping, Harry." Riddle picked up the robe and shook it flat, and Harry noticed a black heraldic ring on his left thumb, ancient And mysterious, exuding dark light.

"This used to be a Horcrux, but it has become a part of me." Riddle noticed his gaze, took off the ring and handed it to him.

Harry observed the ring curiously, stroking the intricate patterns on the ring.After packing his luggage, Riddle found that he was still studying, so he walked over and took his shoulder: "If you like the ring, I can give you one."

"Ok?"

"Only on the ring finger."

Only then did Harry realize that he gave him a hard look, but he took the opportunity to kiss him.His kiss was passionate and fierce, and when Harry came to his senses they were already rolling on the bed, hugging each other tightly, as if they were inseparable no matter what.

"Since you're back, don't leave in the future." He smoothed his sweaty broken hair, brushed away his bangs, and kissed the scar, "When you're not here... the thought that he can see you every day, Maybe I'll touch you and kiss you, I'm so jealous, I wish I could go straight to Malfoy Manor and strangle him to death..."

Before Harry could respond, he continued, "Snape told us everything about that day, and everyone's perception of you has improved. Although some people are still skeptical, everything will be fine. Get better."

Harry swallowed, and replied, "I... I won't go. Now that I'm back, I won't give up halfway." These words made him more determined, and Harry wanted to sit up, But he pushed him back: "I'll go to class with them tomorrow... I want to see what the Ministry of Magic will do!"

"I will go with you."

"Well... aren't you the commander-in-chief, will it be inconvenient to follow me?"

"You don't have to worry about this. I actually don't interfere in most matters of the Order of the Phoenix. I just make a final decision." Riddle turned off the light, closed the bed curtain, leaned down and began to suck and kiss his skin inch by inch, " I thought, Harry, we can go on with what we didn't finish on the train."

"Hey, I have class tomorrow, and the first period is...uh..."

"I'll wake you up, don't worry."

During class the next day, Harry was severely deprived of sleep, listening to his head drooping, and finally fell asleep leaning on Riddle's shoulder.Riddle glanced at him, stretched out a hand to straighten his posture, took his textbook and began to help him take notes.

Professor Flitwick's eyes froze for a moment as he swept across the two, and silently ignored them.

Harry felt much better after sleeping for half a class. He yawned and moved the textbook in Riddle's hand, squinted his eyes and stared at his notes for a while, muttered "the words are so beautiful", and didn't Care about what he wrote.

Harry looked up, and Ron and Hermione were sitting in front of him on the right, listening to the class seriously, while the other students were a little curious about the two strange students who appeared in the classroom, and glanced at them from time to time.

Harry thought that Draco must have told them about his return to Hogwarts, because Ron occasionally glanced at him full of resentment and other complicated emotions, which made Harry a little scared.He figured he'd come to question himself soon.

But this time Harry was wrong, Ron and the others did not come to him.Until the issuance of Education Order No. [-].

As soon as Harry came to the cafeteria this morning, he saw a group of people gathered around the bulletin board, standing on tiptoes and looking up at the words on a newly posted bulletin.

Harry stood in the crowd and squeezed for a long time without getting in. Riddle proposed to hug him, but Harry sternly refused.He blessed his eyes with a long-sighted spell, and read out the words on the announcement word by word: "Due to the failure of Hogwarts school management, the modern headmaster is powerless... utter nonsense... The Ministry of Magic appointed the former Hogwarts Gewarts potions teacher Severus Snape as the new headmaster... oh...appointed Amycus Carrow as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...Ministry of Magic reorganizes Hogwarts, adjusts parts Curriculum teacher, change Muggle Studies teacher to Alecto Carrow..."

"...It's expected." Riddle raised his eyebrows, "But for the sake of insurance, I won't accompany you to the class. I mean not sitting next to you, of course you still have to wear the locket. "

"Why?" Harry was used to sitting next to him.Although these lessons are a bit superficial for him, it is really enjoyable to appreciate Riddle's profile and his handwriting.

"If you want to see me, you can watch it slowly when you go back." Riddle obviously knew what he was thinking, and raised the corners of his mouth happily, "But I don't want that person to know that you have returned to Hogwarts yet."

Harry reacted immediately.If Voldemort's eyeliners saw Riddle staying with him, they would still be able to guess that it was him, even though they had changed their faces.

Riddle patted him on the shoulder and disappeared from him.Harry had to go into the cafeteria alone, and he saw Ron, Hermione, and Draco sitting at a table eating breakfast from a distance.If he saw three people eating together like this before, he would definitely feel that he was dreaming, but now he is no longer surprised.Harry sat calmly at a table for two not far from them, and ordered a pumpkin pie and milk.

"...By the way, did any of you take Muggle Studies?" Ron asked while drinking soup.

"I did." Hermione replied.

"Me too," Draco said.

The spoon in Ron's hand almost fell into the bowl, and he stared at Draco: "Why did you choose?"

Draco didn't answer, and of course he wasn't going to tell Ron that he had just copied Hermione's enrollment form and handed it in.

"You said, the Carlo brothers and sisters, how will they teach us lessons?"

"That's a good guess, Weasley. Think about what these two classes are, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies... This is probably the best class for Death Eaters." Draco sneered.

"Hey, did they seriously injure Professor Lockhart because they thought about it a long time ago?" Ron frowned. "I'd rather attend Professor Lockhart's class than see those Death Eaters."

"Me too."

Listening to what they said, Harry felt inexplicably uncomfortable.Ron, who was now peaceful with Draco, took a hostile attitude towards his once best friend, though he knew he couldn't be blamed for it.

Harry looked at the timetable and realized that the first period of the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuff.

☆, fall

The first wave to feel the pressure of the new education order was not Harry and the others, but the seventh-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students who went to Muggle Studies class.

The semi-circular large classroom was noisy, George was showing his newly developed quick-acting skipping candy and fat tongue taffy to the students around him, Fred was chatting with Angelina with a smile, and Cedric was serious Prepare textbooks.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and a tall, thin, serious woman walked in.She slammed the textbook on the podium table heavily, and the classroom fell into silence for an instant.

The woman looked around coldly for a week, until the last classmate bluntly raised her head to look at her, then she showed a sinister smile and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hogwarts children, hello, I'm Alecto Carrow, your new teacher."

"Where's our Professor Bubbatch?" A Gryffindor girl raised her hand and asked.

"Oh, this classmate obviously didn't read the latest education order carefully. Maduo, come and tell her the content of the No. [-] education order." Alecto turned his head and looked at a burly man sitting in the first row Boy, the smile softened a little, but this kind of gentle smile appeared even weirder on her terrifying face.

The boy who was named stood up slowly, and said in a dry voice slowly: "According to the relevant regulations, the Ministry of Magic has decided to rectify Hogwarts, adjust some course teachers, and change the Muggle Studies teacher to For Alecto Caro, and delete some content that is not conducive to the physical and mental health of students."

"Very good, very good... You can sit down, Madoo... Yes, that's it. Your dear Professor Bubbatch, she has a problem with her brain, she loves Muggles too much, and is poisoned by Muggles' stupid thoughts , it is no longer suitable to continue teaching you..." She walked back and forth on the podium, deliberately lowering her voice, "I was ordered to lead you to the right path, and remove those distorted and stupid thoughts from your mind..."

"No, that's not true! Professor Bubbatch is fine!" another Gryffindor girl screeched, flushing.

"you--"

"I think she's right about equality!" exclaimed a Hufflepuff boy too.

"Oh, you two...you think Professor Bubach is right, don't you? You two come out, come here...yes, right here, come to me..." Alecto softened The voice, and the two students stood up and walked to the podium unaware of him.

Alecto held a student in one hand, raised his chest and raised his voice: "Children, these two students think that Professor Bubach's views are correct. This is very scary, very scary, they have been brainwashed... ...I came here to get this wrong thinking out of your minds, so in this first lesson, I have to impress you..."

She let them go, raised her wand suddenly, and called out to the girl, "Crucio!"

"Ahhhhhh——" the girl's screams resounded throughout the large classroom, and she fell straight, her limbs convulsed at strange angles, and her eyeballs turned white.And the other boy was frightened stupid on the spot. When Alecto pointed his wand at him, he turned and ran away, but still couldn't escape her Cruciatus Curse.

"what--"

Everyone couldn't believe it was true, and they stood there in a daze, the classroom was dead silent.Alecto looked around in satisfaction and coughed: "Okay, then we can continue with the class."

And the same scene happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Oh, I don't know what's the point of the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts class. You can't defend against black arts. Only by learning it can you become stronger!" Amycus talked eloquently, and Slytherin They listened with gusto, while the Gryffindors looked at him coldly, with unconcealable anger in their eyes.

"I don't want to learn black magic." Hannah said in a low voice. Although her voice was silent, Amycus obviously heard it, and immediately glared at her with fierce eyes: "Student, come here... yes , it's you, come here..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Hannah, the girl's face flushed suddenly, she stood up angrily, and looked at him without showing any weakness.

"I asked you to come here, not to stand still, little girl." Amycus said coldly.

Harry sweated for her, and Hannah walked up to Amycus without saying a word, and the latter smiled grinningly, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Okay, everyone, please keep your eyes open... now I Let you experience the power of black magic, I think it will be more interesting to experiment on living people."

"what?"

"Black snake surrounds the shadow!"

Hannah's body was suddenly entangled by a python-like black shadow from top to bottom. The black shadow became tighter and tighter, almost distorting her whole body, and the flesh of various parts squeezed out from the entanglement gap, like It is a vine full of fruit.

Hannah seemed to want to scream, but her throat was stuck, and she could only make a hoarse, painful retching sound, and she kept backing away and struggling, as if trying to get rid of the dog that was entangled in her. The black snake, but it can only make it get tighter and tighter.

Several girls sitting in the front row fainted, some screamed, and some stood up as if they wanted to rush to the stage to stop them.Harry's fists clenched tighter and tighter, as if all his cold anger had come back, at this moment he really felt that he was alive and standing with them, not as a numb The perpetrators gradually degenerated.

Just when the scene is about to fall into chaos