[hp] stay out of it

I blinked my eyes, getting used to the upside-down feeling of changing my mind...

Cut, are those two idiots? They rushed forward without weighing their abilities, and they have survived to this day in the wizarding world where anything can happen—if it wasn’t for the fear that the situation would get out of control and order would affect my life , I don't have the time to deal with those two idiots.

I shook my wand, twirling and muttering Little Hangleton to myself.After the familiar squeeze and pull, I arrived at my destination, took two easy steps forward, relieved the simultaneous inertia of manifesting, and then glanced at the surrounding environment.

This is probably a street in Little Hangleton, and not far away you can see a deserted mansion, which is probably Riddle's mansion.

"Hey, kid, are you a relative of whose family?" A kind voice came, and I turned around to see an old Muggle lady.

"Well, no, ma'am," I habitually raised a pretended cute smile: "My mother and I passed by the main road over there, just here to have a look."

While fiddling with her flower buds, the old lady shook her head: "What's so interesting about this small place like ours. Don't run far away, lest your mother still look for you later."

"Understood." I nodded to the old Muggle, played with my wand, cast a silent spell and learned the direction of the cemetery, so I left quickly.

Vulnerable, vulnerable Muggles... so humble that they could be classified as a different species from wizards.

Seeing a few plain, simple but neatly arranged graves outside the cemetery from a distance, I slowed down and tapped my wand, and the Hogwarts school uniform quickly changed into that seen in the woods of Hogsmeade. The guy's hooded gown style.

bang.

It was the voice of Apparition, and I put the Armor Charm on myself, and then it was there, Hornby and Lydia, two brash fellows.I breathed a sigh of relief, well, at least the two biggest variables have left old Riddle's grave... Although, tsk tsk, the result is a bit unexpected.

Hornby was held in the arms of... what was the last name of that woman, well, Lydia's lifeless corpse, froze for half a second and hurriedly let go, fell forward on the ground, and then turned to look To Miss Beauxbaton who fell into the dust, she whimpered like a puppy in fright.

Lydia is dead, and Hornby, the coward, is still alive, it's incredible.Hornby broke down and just stared at Lydia's body, shaking like a sieve, as if it would jump up and bite him.I frowned, and simply stunned Hornby before he made any trouble again.I looked around and saw that this was not a motorway, which meant that Hornby would not be killed by a reckless driver.In this case, there is no need for me to change places for this life and death.

I don't feel any discomfort now, which means that the current deviation is still within the allowable range of the order?Such a subversive event did not cause me any problems at the beginning, so if I do nothing, there is a [-]% chance that nothing will happen at all... But now we are discussing my life, and I can't underestimate the rest Thirty percent.I whistled, quickened my pace and ran towards the place where there was faint noise.

As I approached, Voldemort's funny half-blood bald head who insisted on promoting pure-blood status was chanting the Cruciatus Curse at Harry, and the blue sky of Little Hangleton echoed Harry, my father's beloved godson, also Even my brother's cries of pain startled a small flock of crows away.I was a little anxious for him, so I had to take a few deep breaths and calm down a little before proceeding to the next step.

Lurking and concealment are my special skills, and I will naturally not be so low-level that the Death Eaters can find me.Cautiously changing places, I finally squatted behind a new, solid-looking tombstone that happened to be in the blind spot of Voldemort's line of sight. The obvious guy, because he didn't wear uniform robes like the Death Eaters, but instead wore elegant black and purple robes, and even with a hat to hide his face, I could easily make out who it was—my Lucky to be alive to the present brother, Bruce Boyle.

Why is this guy still alive!

This goddamn guy, who takes his time standing there like a VIP, hanging out with our most hated pure-bloods... bastard, he's got something to do with Mom's death, scumbag, a guy with a boyar A guy of dirty blood!Calm down, calm down, Vincent.You can't rush up now, you have a brain, calm down.You have been through a lot, this situation can be dealt with, hurry up, think of a plan.

Get Harry out and kill that Boyle.

calm.

It would be even better if he could just hurt Voldemort... Dad has already joined Dumbledore's team, which means that he will have to fight a protracted war with this bald man in the future, and it is best to kill the grass before he is fully strong...

There is some magic spell on the china stone.

think quickly.

Seven Death Eaters, a Boyle, and Voldemort.

That's right...substitution spell...

The perfect spell, which was included in the porcelain stone after everyone saw its power for a short time, is a very advanced spell that has not been learned by those stupid Boyle for a long time...

Who is it good for?I couldn't help laughing - Mom always said I looked like a foolish kid when I laughed like that - of course the spell was for Mom's eldest son.Bruce Boyle, after all these years, I have another chance to finish you off, and this time no one has the right to stop me.

"Transformer." I picked a suitable time to stand up from behind the tombstone, pointing the tip of my stick at Bruce, who looked a little impatient.Voldemort failed to see me immediately, and the Death Eaters didn't react, and Bruce stared at me slightly, with no sign of avoiding, and shot/goed at him with a spell that burst into sparks, but to my annoyance, The red-haired Legoff, who hadn't noticed before and was blocked by several people, rushed out, pushed Bruce away, and chanted the armor curse at the same time.Luckily my spell still hit at least one guy.

For a while, all the colorful spells from the enemy came towards me. I opened my arms slightly in anticipation, and felt the feeling that the spells had no effect on me. They are now like harmless fireworks, lightly Light on me.

On the other hand, Legoff, who blocked Bruce's curse, was wailing in pain, her red hair was hanging down in the soil and covered with branches and stones, her nails were scratching her face in vain, and at the same time, three or four deep spots appeared The scars on the bones were visible, a large amount of blood gushed out, and the arm was blasted into a pulp with a bang.

"I can understand Malfoy's Cruciatus Curse... You cast the curse that exploded? Disgusting—do you have to make this place look like a slaughterhouse?" I looked over from memory and pointed at one of them with a pocket The guy in the hat grumbled.

The guy raised his hand and another same spell flew towards me. I didn't dodge or avoid it, and watched the spell approaching very happily, so the moment the spell hit my waist, Legoff's waist exploded. Bai Yingying's ribs were exposed, and her limp intestines flew far away, hitting the tombstone behind her, and then slid down feebly.

"Armor protection!" Bruce pointed at me and said the curse, very timely - and I unfortunately blocked two green killing curses, and then shouted: "Stop attacking, it's useless!"

The other Death Eaters hesitated and looked at Voldemort, and the guy who had cast the disgusting Explosive spell obviously wanted to try again, but before he could say the second syllable, his master Voldemort He said in a moderate tone, "Nort."

The Death Eater Nott shuddered, and quickly put down his wand.

"Your brother?" Voldemort asked Bruce with a grim tone, which made Wormtail and other timid or tense Death Eaters shiver.

Bruce didn't seem to want to admit it. Voldemort didn't wait for him to think about the answer, and then said: "No? Then I have to admire this little friend from France, and I would rather take the blame for a strange student?"

"Skeeter's report—that's what you ordered Malfoy to operate." Bruce didn't dare to make eye contact with him, but he dared to say with a bit of an angry tone.

"I want to deal with the guy who is involved with the Order of the Phoenix and doesn't need to report to you," Voldemort swung his wand to pull Harry back who was about to retreat, and turned to ask Bruce politely: "Do I need it?"

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This part needs to be written carefully, the number of words is enough

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