38 years of past events

When he came in, there seemed to be a cold breath coming out of the room. The cold end of the wand first touched my back, and then moved to my face. I looked at this very familiar wand and let it go. Hermione wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled, "So it's the honorable Lord Dark Lord, why are you here?"

"What are you doing?" he asked me, narrowing his eyes.

"It's just to get rid of the Mudblood according to your instructions." Looking at the wand pointed at me in front of me, I seemed indifferent.

Hermione clutched her wound and gasped for pain on the ground. He glanced coldly, and then grunted in a Parseltongue. Nagini appeared from behind him, swimming in the direction of the bloody smell.

"Get out of the way! She's mine!" I kicked Nagini away who was about to open his mouth, and it fell to the side unexpectedly, hissing and roaring.

At this moment, the father's spell lashed out mercilessly: "Crucio! (Crucio)"

I bent down in pain, he stepped forward and grabbed me, forcing me to look into his scarlet eyes, his hoarse voice contained anger: "You are crazy! Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know exactly what I'm doing. You're crazy! You've been crazy since you were split by a horcrux!" I shook off the hand he was holding, and refuted him without fear.

I saw the instant anger in his eyes, but he still suppressed his emotions, and called Lucius outside the door in a deep voice: "Take this woman down and deal with it."

"Come with me!" Before I could answer, he clasped my wrist and entered the apparition. In just a split second, after passing through the distorted space, we had already stopped in the basement of Malfoy's house.

The curse tore through my sleeve, and the end of the staff rested on the bare skin. The hoarse Parsel spoke a strange spell. After a while, the scar on the arm began to appear, and the mark of the werewolf bite was on it. It became clearer by candlelight.

I used to think that the wound covered with magic could cover everything and forget the fact that I was bitten by a werewolf, but now it was exposed without reservation, which made me feel unprecedented humiliation.

"Who did it!"

"It's none of your business!"

"Snapped"!He slapped me across the face, "Do you know that you have sullied the blood of the Salazar family, which is an insult to the great Slytherin!"

"Hasn't the blood of the Salazar family been tarnished very early? The blood of the other half of the Muggles is flowing in your body!"

"Shut up! You'd better stop this bloody nonsense now! Or..." He raised his wand and pressed towards me.

I laughed arrogantly: "Otherwise? You'd better give me a killing curse right now, because I can't guarantee whether the descendants of Salazar will turn into wolves and eat blood again. After all, the taste is really delicious."

A long time ago, Fenrir said that once you have tasted human beings, you will never want to let go.At that time, Bella and Lucius felt disgusted, but now, I say it is true.

"I won't kill you." He put down his wand. I don't know why. For the first time, I felt a little helpless for him like this.

"But I will not let you go down like this again. The Slytherin blood cannot be stained."

Father seemed to have decided something, raised his wand slightly, and the black wooden box hidden behind the bookcase began to glow towards us with a strange light.

"What are you going to do?" I've been here and know exactly what's in there.

He looked at me with a cold smile on his pale snake face: "I said, I will not kill you, you are my son, but I will not let you continue to discredit the Salazar family , I want to completely remove the filth of your bloodline. Don’t worry, the pain will pass soon, and at this stage, you will have nothing to lose.”

I understood him very well, and I wouldn't be surprised if such a person did something crazy, I took a step back and clenched the wand in my hand.

"Come here! Randolph."

Instead of walking forward, I chose to point my wand at him.At that moment, his pupils became redder, and his tone revealed unquestionable firmness: "I order you to come here!"

"Don't think about it!"

I turned in a circle in the direction of the exit of the basement, ready to slip away at any time, if he wanted to do something to me.

"I have given you enough tolerance, the last time! Come here yourself!" This time he was really angry, and the expression on his face became a little scary.

"I won't go! Farewell, Dark Lord!" The basement exit was open, and I turned to jump out.

"Avada!" At this moment, a death curse passed behind me and shattered the stone door of the exit.I turned around and looked at him in disbelief, my father actually cast Avada Kedavra on me, just now!

"I warned you, no one can defy Voldemort! Tonight, whether you like it or not, I must split your soul and remove the werewolf part. I will never allow the disgusting filth of Slytherin's blood !” He waved his wand, and black smoke spread around me like a chain to bind me.

"Let me go!" I struggled for a while, but found that it was useless, knowing that it would be difficult to fight against him for a while, so I slipped my wand into my robe quietly, waiting for the opportunity.

"Don't worry, the splitting of the soul and the making of the Horcruxes are all going on very quickly, and maybe one day you will get used to this feeling." He said, opening the black wooden box, "I used to think that this matter I'll have to wait until I kill that nasty boy sooner or later to tell you, but now it seems that you are faster than I thought! Eternal life, oh, what a fascinating word, starting today, you will appreciate it, child." He I brushed my wand across my face and said so softly.

"No, I already understand!"

"What did you say?" He looked at me.

"Before you say all this, I suggest you let me go first." I said, "Don't worry, I won't run away again, even if I want to run away, it's easy to catch me with your strength, isn't it ?"

He looked into my eyes, trying to use Legilimency to peer into my inner truth.

However, he forgot that a blind wizard has a very good sealing effect on Legilimency, because who told him to only have one eye?Especially the descendant of Salazar who is the same as him, in comparison, there are more ways to deal with Legilimency.

He broke the spell and loosed my bondage, now!I fished my wand out of my robes and cast a spell at him quickly!He didn't expect it, but he still easily eliminated my attack.

In fact, I didn't really want to attack him, I just needed to give myself a buffer time to escape, and just now, I had already jumped out of the basement, just as I was about to Apparate away quickly, but he chased him come up.There is one thing that I still can't understand, why my father, who has always been inseparable from the wand, suddenly chose to grab me with his hands at that moment, and the bloodthirsty factor made me bite him with sharp teeth without hesitation a mouthful.

Finally, amidst his angry growls, I escaped from Malfoy Manor.

I had a dream. I dreamed that I was back in the Muggle hut next to the orphanage when I was five years old. Mrs. Chris's cat had died of old age, and Mr. John's flower pots were only barren weeds.I hid myself under the bridge beside the Thames, sat by the fence and dangled my legs, imitating those Muggle children from poor families, hitting the water with stones to make boring floats one after another.However, I know that no matter how hard we try, small stones will never be able to hit the brightly lit luxury on the other side, those luxury cruise ships that wander the river at night.And I hate such poverty.

The young father sat beside me, and his shadow and I overlapped and cast under the mottled bridge hole. He held my hand, and I could feel that we were all full of dissatisfaction and resentment towards the world, and such unwillingness But it is precisely because of our penniless origin...

Alecto Caro, Amycus' sister, had been by my side for a long time when I awoke from the blinding day.

"Where am I?" I patted my drowsy head, realizing the strangeness of the surrounding environment.

"No... don't worry, it's... a hotel run by Muggles." Alecto stammered a little, as if he was trying to explain to me.

"Inn? Why am I in an inn?" I tried my best to recall what happened recently. After I left Malfoy Manor, the wound began to recur very quickly. I wandered aimlessly in the streets late at night, trying to catch prey. However……

"You... you passed out in an alley on Gruber Street in London, and I... I just..."

"You follow me!"

"No! No!" Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, she forgot to stammer and hurriedly explained, "Yes, the Dark Lord sent me, he sent me to look for you."

"Only you?"

"No, there... and my brother..."

"What, is Amycus here?" I grabbed my wand, not intending to go back with them at all.

"No...no, we searched separately. If...if you don't want others to know, I...I don't have to tell him." She shook her hand quickly.

I laughed at her: "Why, don't you be afraid of the Dark Lord knowing?"

She lowered her head, looking a little conflicted.

At this time, I noticed that her hanging right hand had a large wound wrapped with gauze, "How did you get hurt?"

"No...no..."

I sneered and looked at her sideways: "Could it be that you, a wizard, will be hacked by Muggles in the Muggle world? Don't tell me that you met someone from the Order of the Phoenix, and you failed again." I guessed right, these idiots.

"No, it's... I rowed it myself." Her answer surprised me a little.

"Did you draw it yourself?" I wanted to question her again, but seeing her arm hidden in the robe trembling slightly, and the familiar blood in the depths of her throat made me understand immediately.

I turned my head: "Okay, you go, tell the Dark Lord, I won't go back."

"You, are you really going to do this... But, but..." She wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.

"No, but, I'm already tired of it. The curtains that always block the light, the constant blackness, the screams of either Avada or Cruciatus, all these make me tired and disgusted from the bottom of my heart! So I've had enough of it for years!"

"But, but, where can you go now? The war has begun, Randolph, and we need you."

"Wherever you want, I won't be here anyway. I'm leaving England."

"From...leaving England...where is that going?"

"Sweden, Belgium, Florence, and even Siberia are fine, anyway, I don't know." I said casually.

"Randolph..." she said my name beggingly.

"Okay, you go away, don't come to me again, what about the Boy Who Lived, the blood dispute between wizards and Muggles, all these are fucked, they have nothing to do with me!"

Alecto looked at me and wanted to say something, but in the end she decided not to say anything, and she whispered in frustration: "Well, I won't tell anyone that I saw you today, don't worry. "

Before going out, she turned her head and smiled at me, "You take care..."

When Alecto completely disappeared into the apparition, I was suddenly hit by her helpless and lost smile.

However, too many things happened during this time, my uncle's betrayal, the split of my soul, my uncontrollable bloodthirsty, and the failed arrest of Harry's plan, all these were enough to oppress me to the point of exhaustion.

Maybe, it's time, as my mother said: It took me my whole life to learn that it's good to be a Muggle too...

Friday was a sunny day. The fog in London for many days finally cleared up. I don’t know if it’s because of Alecto’s compliance with the agreement. It was unbelievably calm, the waiters and guests downstairs were laughing at the new current affairs, everything seemed to be developing in a certain direction, only I knew that the war would not stop.

But what does this have to do with me?I gotta go.

The last ship from Russia will be closed after this month when heavy snow falls in Siberia.

Yes, after this month, everything will end, and the snow-covered Siberian plains will stretch as far as the eye can see. At that time, no matter how strong the magical appeal is, there will be no way to convey it. It will become my final destination.

I locked the wand into an old suitcase, put on a black overcoat, put on a top hat, and headed for the distant harbor.

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Lao Fu kindly wanted to pull Er Shi back, but the little wolf dog bit Lao Fu fiercely in the basket, and Lao Fu's father's heart was broken like glass shards in an instant... I beg Dad's psychological shadow area at this time