[hp] stay out of it

Voldemort said in a very polite tone: "I want to deal with the guy who has something to do with the Order of the Phoenix and doesn't need to report to you." Ask Bruce: "Do I need it?"

And Bruce stopped casting the healing spell on Golov, only looked at Voldemort's feet, and said respectfully: "No, you don't need it. My master."

Bruce was pledging his allegiance to Voldemort - to the most detested statement in our family, the pure-blood leader!I thought he was just hanging out with these people, but I didn't expect him to become one of them... The little blood that belonged to his mother had been polluted by Boyle's stinky flesh and blood.Blasphemy!I must make him disappear from the world today!swear.

I glared at him a few times, trying to regain my senses - until then, I at least wanted to keep Harry safe.He's the person Dad cares most about right now, and I have to keep him safe, no doubt—and then I'll come back and deal with this guy who's disgraced Mom, a pure-blood lackey.

The lackey's allegiance didn't seem to satisfy Voldemort. He snorted, then stared at Bruce and whispered, "Then Boyle... our worthy foreign guest, shouldn't you be more frank with me?"

The air pressure suddenly dropped, and Boyle supported Golov half-kneeling there, desperately thinking about what to say.

Voldemort didn't pay attention to me who appeared out of nowhere, he just used me to turn around and find trouble with Bruce - he treated me like an ordinary child, that was his mistake, when the two of them were at odds , I joined Harry in a low-key way.

The Death Eaters surrounded us, and Harry said to me in a low voice, dazed and anxious, "Benelli and Lydia... they Apparated away, did you..."

I grabbed his arm, intending to send him back to Hogwarts first and then come back to settle with Bruce, but before I finished the spell, Voldemort spoke, which made me give up the idea of ​​leaving temporarily.He was already very close to Bruce, looking down at him: "You want to resurrect your biological mother, right? Boyle?"

resurrection?Mother?

Those two words made my heart skip a beat.I immediately stared at these two guys, for fear of missing any information.

Boyle moved uneasily on the spot: "I don't know where you came to this wrong conclusion..."

Voldemort pressed his wand to Boyle's forehead without warning.The latter froze for a few seconds, and finally he was willing to lift his head to meet Voldemort's eyes: "We made a deal. I will help you find believers who can help you resurrect, and you help me bring my relatives back."

"Word games...that's not the reason you're trying to deceive me." Voldemort's wand burst into sparks, Boyle was hit hard and bounced backwards, hitting the stone slab behind him hard, the tombstone couldn't bear the force , exuding cobweb-like cracks, crumbling.The back of his head was hit especially hard, and the tombstone was immediately stained with bright red blood—hmph, I thought this hypocritical guy's blood would be muddy black.

Boyle was dizzy for a while, spat out half a mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually found the focus.Voldemort paced away, seemingly letting him off for the time being: "Whether you want to bring back your father or your mother, I have no interest. You seem to think that if you tell me that the person you are going to resurrect is Helen Bo El, won’t I say yes?” He sneered, and said, “Believe me, there is only one person in this world who makes me care about life and death—preferably dead—…” He glanced at the Harry next to him, added: "Let's count it as half...but your self-willed mother definitely doesn't count."

Boyle gently wiped away the blood around his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes lit up with hope: "So..."

"Voldemort will not break his word. Since we made our pact, I will not break my word." With a flick of his wand, the cloudy liquid in the cauldron was emptied, and he said, "Wormtail. "

Wormtail hurriedly got to work, took out some materials from the bundle on his back, and hurriedly added things to the cauldron, the light reflected from his silver-white hands under the strong sunlight in the afternoon was very dazzling.

"I don't have the ability to cast this spell," Boyle struggled to stand up holding the tombstone, and quickly moved to Voldemort and whispered a few words (the Death Eaters subconsciously stopped moving, and seemed to be listening):" please."

"Thank you for your generous sharing." Voldemort's smile deepened, his face grim: "After all, it is still a pure-blood family with a deep heritage - I have been looking for a way to maintain immortality for so many years, and I finally got it from such a loyal pure-blood friend. "

Wormtail prepared a pot of potion again. It looked extremely pure, reflecting the bright cloudless blue sky in April afternoon, slightly rippling, exuding a peaceful smell.

Bruce Boyle coughed and nodded to Wormtail. The latter waved his wand. A big sack flew towards the center of the open space, and there was a muffled hum from the sack. I saw The Boyle family crest was also embroidered on the sack.Wormtail chanted the mantra again, and the tightly tied rope of the sack was untied, and a person was shaken out by the sack.

Still acquaintances.Vicky Boyle.

Thanks to her, I spent the better part of a humiliating month in the Boyle cellar.The way she looks now makes me quite satisfied.

She seemed to have been abused for a long time. The wizard robe on her body was stained with blood, and many places were torn, revealing red, swollen and even blurred flesh and blood. There were several bone-like scratches on her face, and yellow pus had already emerged. Vicky Boyle was limp on the ground without much strength to resist, only his eyes were still shining fiercely.

Wormtail used the Levitation Charm to throw Vicky Boyle into the pot of potion, and she was wrapped in the blue, viscous potion, as if she had been coated with sugar.

All preparations were about to be completed, Voldemort shook his sleeves, looked around at all his believers or enemies present, and said in a very sincere tone: "Everyone, Happy Easter."

The author has something to say:

soooooooooooooooory I didn't expect to be disconnected for so many days [Scary Face] Time flies so fast!

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Breaking the habit of updating once a day is going to be hard to recover. OTZ will give away some for now, and I will continue to make up in the afternoon.

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Strive to end the fourth grade this month [Chang Xiang Zhong]