[hp] stay out of it

"Armor for protection." I cast the Armor Charm between Voldemort and Vicky Boyle before Voldemort said it.Voldemort squinted his eyes to look at me, and still said to Bruce Boyle: "It seems that your brother doesn't want to bring your mother back."

He didn't take me to heart at all, and although there was obvious impatience in his eyes, he tried Bruce Boyle first--Voldemort cared so much about the spell, so he had to care about Boyle who provided it to him.

I remembered what Mum had said to me before, her comments on each of the charms, and I moved a few steps forward in case anyone who attacked me accidentally hurt Harry, and said to an urgent Boyle: "Since she's dead, it's better to keep her dead."

"Are you crazy? Vincent, apologize to the Dark Lord, he can help us..." Boyle looked at me like a madman, stared at me in disbelief, and then couldn't stop his eyes from sliding towards the pot of potion Go, seems to refuse to look away for a second.

I would not let this opportunity go, and seized the opportunity to raise my wand and recite the bloody explosion spell that Death Eater Nott used just now.

Voldemort was a little faster than me, and the tip of his wand emitted a hot golden light. I dodged to the side, and the spell singed a few of my hairs, and hit the tombstone behind, which made a soft puffing sound. The flame rolled and died, and finally became charred and turned into a cloud of dust in a breeze.And because of my dodging action, my spell missed and hit a guy with a hood beside him. He wailed, clutched his shoulders and fell down, leaving only a few muscles connecting his right arm and body.Bruce quickly moved a few steps to the side, protected the cauldron, and raised his wand to guard against me.

I rolled a few times on the ground, avoided five or six spells, jumped behind a tombstone, quickly chanted a healing spell on my ankle that was scratched by the spell, and moved under the cover of the tombstone.

"Oh, our little guest, a genius who learns spells." Voldemort's eyes showed murderous intent in his tone, "This is a spell I found in an old book, and Helen's youngest son just listened to it twice. Learned..."

"Actually, I got it right the first time that idiot said it." I shook my wand, stood up from a different direction, threw a few spells at the guy who had just cursed me, and Apparated to Bruce Boyle, who was not paying attention, grabbed him from behind, looked at Voldemort who told his subordinates to find me quickly, and said, "This guy didn't give you the complete spell, did he?"

"I admit that I am very interested in all life-related magic." Voldemort tilted his head and reached out to stop the guy who wanted to attack me: "But don't challenge my bottom line. What I want, It’s never been fulfilled.”

I ignored him, I pressed my wand against the back of Bruce Boyle's heart, and cursed fiercely: "What you handed over to him won't be the 'Returning Curse', will it?"

Boyle struggled to his feet and responded with a chuckle.

"It's another porcelain stone magic—did mom really give you the last stone! It turned out to be you!" I simply grabbed him and turned around, punching his bloody face. Fist: "The dead can't come back, idiot, didn't my mother teach you this when she gave you the porcelain stone!"

Boyle staggered and fell, and I stepped forward to punch him a few more times before I sent him to heaven. "Vincent!" Harry's warning came suddenly, I didn't look back, I simply rushed towards the cauldron, and in the next second a spell hit the place where I was standing just now.Voldemort's wand followed me closely, and he said icily, "Be polite to my guest, boy."

I stood up holding the cauldron and tried to push it down. Voldemort saw my intention. He obviously wanted to test the "Returning Curse" himself. Now he was impatient and exhausted his little patience. He raised his wand and said to me: "Avada—"

Harry on the side moved a step sideways, and shouted the spell at a faster speed: "Disarm you!"

The two spells collided together, showing a wonderful scene. Countless rays of light extended from the place where the spells collided and intersected to envelop the two people, and refused the entry of others. The Death Eaters were in a mess, panicking outside. Chanting curses and yelling, as if afraid Voldemort would think they were slack or disloyal.No one bothered to take care of me any more. When Nott passed me, he wanted to curse me, but I knocked him away.

I couldn't make sense of the bizarre scene created by the two wands, but I didn't pay much attention to it, and grabbed Boyle back, ready to punch him again on the bridge of the nose.Someone squeezed past me and punched me: "You bastard."

It was impudent Hornby, I nearly killed him.I calmly put away the wand aimed at him in the cloak, pushed the excited Hornby away, stepped forward and stepped hard on Boyle's stomach, intending to say goodbye to him forever.

"I'm helping my mother back." Boyle snorted in pain, realized something, and begged in panic.

"No spell can bring anyone back." I looked at him coldly. "Even the magic in the china stone—you don't have to kid yourself."

"I can bring her back!" Boyle roared in despair: "Since you don't think about it at all and don't try to save her, can't I do it?"

I don't want to listen to what he yelled, I just feel that the day has finally come, my wand is aimed at his torso, ready to send him away with the ice spell: "Frozen—"

"Don't you want to know how Helen died?" Golov, who was dying over there, suddenly shouted hoarsely.

I didn't read any further, my wand was still pointing at Boyle, and I turned to Golov, "You'd better explain it to me."

It was only then that Hornby realized that I wanted to kill Boyle just now. He quickly grabbed my arm and dragged me aside: "You can't kill, Vincent." I let Boyle go for now, no I tried to pull my arm out of Hornby's hand impatiently, but Hornby refused to let go, insisting on my promise not to kill someone or something—if it wasn't for the current chaos, I would have wanted to kill him.I stared at Golov, and had to wrestle with Hornby.

"You promise to let him go." The voice of Golov, who was barely breathing, was almost completely covered by the clamor of the Death Eaters outside the tombstones. I could only figure out what she was talking about by relying on my lips.

"Whimsical," I sneered, "You want to negotiate terms with me, Golov? Do you think I can't find out if you don't want to talk about it?"

I approached her and stood above her looking straight into her eyes, where I could see the reflected blue sky and white clouds and my own small shadow.Golov closed his eyes quickly to prevent me from casting a spell on her, but it was a problem that could be solved by a single spell, and she couldn't resist.I waved my wand, and Golov's eyes widened reluctantly. I stared into her pupils and said, "Insomnia."

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The owner of the perspective stopped in front of a carved door and knocked hurriedly: "Bruce, are you ready?" There was no sound from inside, so Golov reached out and opened the door, and walked into a gorgeously decorated bedroom Bruce Boyle, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, was listlessly gathering his robe and bow tie in front of the mirror.

"The Witch Herald is coming soon, Bruce. You have to prepare quickly, you can't leave a little flaw for the media-and, have you written down the answers to the questions you may be asked?" Golov rushed over Straightening Boyle's front, talking endlessly.

"Elaine, stop talking, I have a headache." Boyle rubbed Golov's enthusiastic red hair.

"Bruce," Golov raised his head and looked at him helplessly, "I'm really worried about your attitude - I'm about to enter the fourth grade, which means that the vacation may be taken up by Beauxbaton's homework and activities, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future..."

"I don't need someone to take care of me." Boyle interrupted her bluntly.

"But you need somebody to care," Golov insisted.

Boyle seemed a little moved, and then he immediately covered up the emotion, and made a statement that made the atmosphere heavy: "You are just a little girl, Elaine, you can't help me... I have been trapped since birth. In this rotten family."

Golov was silent for a few seconds, and then said briskly: "I think this match will look a bit old-fashioned, Bruce, wait a minute, I'll go and change you a bow tie." She opened Boyle's large closet and walked out I went in, and found several beautiful boxes inside. There were dozens of beautifully crafted straps neatly placed inside. Most of them were unused, and they were still neatly rolled up. Golov’s fingers were brisk. Dancing across the silky silk surfaces one by one, trying to find the most suitable one.

Boyle followed, and watched Golov work nonchalantly. Holding the closet door, he said nonchalantly, "They want me to be as stable as possible. Stupid and ignorant is what children of inferior people will show." feature."

The door was knocked.

Golov stopped arranging things and asked nervously, "Who is looking for you?"

Boyle didn't seem to be clear either. He signaled Golov not to speak, closed the closet door lightly, walked a few steps away, and asked, "Who?"