[hp] stay out of it

Vincent stared for a few seconds at his utterly dissimilar brother of the same mother.

"Also, Bruce, don't think I forgot about that—the wizard of the Boyle family who came to assassinate that evening, he was able to find this place, didn't you disclose the address?"

"Varied……"

Vincent raised his wand. "If you want to avenge Helen, how can you be considered a success if you don't get rid of you?"

"What do you mean? I didn't disclose—"

Vincent interrupted him coldly: "It's freezing and snowing!"

The spell, ten years late, was skillful and powerful, and it hit the helpless Bruce in the face again just like ten years ago.

His face was quickly covered with a thick frost, as weird as the heavy makeup that Victorian women loved to use.His noble and indifferent face, which was published over and over again by the French wizarding world in the past, kept him in doubt and shock.Frost covered the neck, shoulders, and quickly covered the heels.

call--

He finally exhaled a cloud of icy air.

Then he died.

Bruce Boyle.

Perhaps, no one has ever told him that his existence is the root of everything.

The Boyles wanted a purebred offspring, and the fading Bonnets wanted to be the talk of the town again.Helen became a pawn played by power. Her best friends, her best friend's children, and even herself who wanted to quit in the end, paid their worthless lives one after another because of the unwillingness and hatred that she couldn't let go of. .

Boyle got what they wanted.

Bruce Boyle.

The purest blood of the French wizarding world flows in his veins.Then he killed his father and his uncle one tumultuous night.

Helen's implicated friends died, and they expected Helen to avenge them.Helen died, and before she died, she dreamed of living a safe life with her children.And then the Boyles in power also died, because of their own crimes.

Bruce Boyle, perhaps never told, was the cause of all evil.

But he never knew it himself.

He tried his best to get rid of this imprint on his body before he was born, but in the end his life was still ended by a spell of revenge.

His younger brother, who had never been really close, said, "Isn't that the address you disclosed——"

?

!

What I revealed--

I revealed it-

How is it possible, I never, I never will...

mother!

not me!

Bruce Boyle.He was born in a crime of power, and died in a righteous revenge.

He is dead after all.

May he rest in peace.

... It's strange.

The last sentence Vincent told him will undoubtedly make him unable to rest in peace, just look at Bruce's last expression.

At the end of the twentieth century when peace had been restored, the murder charge would undoubtedly get someone into Azkaban.Vincent committed three murders here, on top of the one he had already committed on Easter.But fortunately, none of the witnesses were swearing-in defenders of the law. If the Death Eaters wanted to testify against Vincent, they might have to go to jail first.

Malfoy belatedly remembered what his father had warned him at the scene of Voldemort's resurrection: "Blake, that white boy, stay away from him. He is dangerous."

How dangerous is it?Malfoy witnessed it with his own eyes today, and he knew how easy it was for White to kill three people so simply and without hesitation.But thinking of his occasional provocations and antagonisms in school, Vincent was always lazy and lazy. Malfoy wondered if he was on the verge of danger many times?

He watched White's wand deal with several corpses with a wave of his wand, and then frowned and studied the green ring. He looked serious and serious, as if he was studying his pile of rotten manuscripts at Hogwarts, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. How can you believe that he is the student who killed three living wizards just now?

Malfoy stood for a while, maybe White's aura was really peaceful, which made him feel unreal about the battle just now—except for the cracked marks on the wall and ceiling, and the overturned decorations of tables and chairs, which proved this Everything existed—he finally lost his temper and asked, "You kill at will, don't you fear the Ministry of Magic at all?"

Vincent glanced up at him: "Will you report me?"

Malfoy felt insulted: "What do you think of me? Have you helped the justice of the world?" He observed White's expression, and found that he really didn't have the tendency to become tyrannical because of killing people, so he simply recovered. Usually careless, he pulled out a chair next to White and sat down. "The two Death Eaters you killed were originally at odds with my father, so what if they were eliminated? Our family follows the Dark Lord. What kind of formation has we never seen before? Your small crime can't be ranked. What about the name?"

"This is from the person who almost spit it out just now."

"..." Malfoy pretended not to hear.

White put down the small bowl containing the ring in his hand: "How? What do you think of a real duel—although, you haven't been able to cast a few spells. If you can move forward a little bit, sooner Decide which side you're on, and maybe you'll get a little more experience."

Malfoy felt resentful at his panic and hesitation just now, and he really lost his usual bragging about his strength.But when facing others, he still insisted on saving face, and snorted coldly: "If I don't make a move, you can solve them, why should I help you?"

White shrugged, not breaking him down.Then he said a spell to the ring.

The fire flew up suddenly, almost burning Malfoy's eyebrows.The scorching air can already burn people, and the flame looks even more terrifying, exuding an evil aura, full of hostility that devours everything.

A scream of pain, anger, and tyranny suddenly sounded, sweeping the entire room, and the roar seemed to be able to bring the most terrifying and darkest things in the underworld.

At this moment, Vincent waved his wand again, and the fire went out again.The screeching sound lingered faintly in the air for a while.

Malfoy was so frightened by the fire just now that he almost fell to the ground. He sat upright and saw that the ring in the bowl had become like a broken copper ring.The emerald, which was originally refined and pure, has become like a rotten stone on the side of the road.

"What are you doing!" Malfoy was a little annoyed.

"I'm removing the spell from the ring."

"Didn't Bruce take it well just now?"

"Voldemort gave him the privilege of making exceptions."

"Dark Lord?" Malfoy couldn't sit still again: "You mean, this ring doesn't belong to Bruce?"

"It's Voldemort's." White said lightly, took a small flower from the vase that was overturned on the table, turned the stem and poked the ring lightly, the flower stem was smoked and turned yellow by the residual heat of the ring, But there was no sign of the magic curse remaining.

He confidently grabbed a handkerchief, wrapped the ring and put it away.He stood up and said, "Should we go?"

Malfoy frowned. "Wait a minute... Bruce took the Dark Lord's ring and disappeared - the Dark Lord is going to freak out."

"Well—" White's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he had thought of something good.

"how?"

"It's nothing." White touched his chin and returned to his nonchalant look: "Let me change your memory. This way the loss of the ring won't involve you much."

The author has something to say:

To the students who ridiculed Vincent in the message area: Vincent has no problem with his head.The plot where the two souls of the main body and the time-traveling body are mutually exclusive has been deleted.It is now written directly following the end of the fourth year.As for why there must be a plot of forced fusion of the time-traveling body and the main body... because in my setting, the main body (Jiang Jin) is a domineering man (...), and the one who shows his sharpness is little Vincent I myself, so the author who listened to the readers' suggestions and wanted to force the protagonist to be handsome can only give the character of little Vincent to the time-traveling body.

If there is any contradiction between the [Fourth Year] and the current [Fifth Year] reformed, the new article will be the main one.If you can leave a message by the way, it will be really helpful, thank you~

To emphasize, Vincent's head is not broken... Such words sound a bit uncomfortable, because these characters are the author's treasure, so readers, please avoid using such slightly offensive words to take care of the author's glass heart ok :)