if i am not me

It seems to have returned to the battlefield of the year.

Streaks of bright red blood flowed in the muddy yellow muddy water, and the strange color mixed by them was crawling wantonly on the uneven ground, and the occasional crying from an unknown corner also appeared in an instant. submerged in the pouring rain.

After being stunned for half a second, Harry came back to his senses and ran towards home like crazy.The smashed dilapidated houses were left behind by him, and it didn't take long for Harry to see his and his grandpa's home - like a house hit by countless Diffindo (dividing spells), talking about violence in the rain The ruthlessness of the victims, the smashed furniture and utensils were scattered all over the place, among them was the harmonica that grandpa cherished most...

"Grandpa!" Panicked, he rushed into the house with only a few planks left, and Harry searched for the figure of the old man among the rubbish.But no!The room was empty, and it was clear at a glance that Grandpa was not here.

Forcing himself to believe that it was too late for his grandpa to take away his cherished harmonica because of the terrible situation, Harry took a deep breath, and kept recalling the places that Old John might have gone in his mind, and ran out go.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain curtain all over the sky blocked his vision, and Harry looked around in the rain helplessly.Running across the alley, through the park, and through the small church, he searched for that figure in these familiar places.

But no, no.

Distraughtly looking at the crowds and traffic passing through the rain, Harry couldn't help wondering hopefully whether his grandpa had gone back.Yes, he has to go back and wait, maybe grandpa is also anxious because he hasn't gone back yet.

Immediately turned around and ran back, however, what greeted him was still only the cold alleyway, without the expected grandfather's back.

That's right, maybe Grandpa was worried that those people hadn't left yet, so he didn't come back.He should wait a little longer, and grandpa will come back after a while.

Suppressing the uneasy feeling in his heart, Harry looked at the dilapidated houses of his neighbors.They seemed to have escaped like Grandpa, so apart from the sound of the rain, the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, in the dead corner of the garbage pile not far from home, a familiar color caught Harry's attention.That is……?

A corner of the clothes is exposed behind the messy garbage.

It's the same color as grandpa's coat...

A bone-piercing cold hit Harry, he shivered involuntarily, and moved towards it slowly.

no, I can not.

Harry kept denying in his heart, as if he wouldn't exist if he didn't admit the fact.

But often things backfire.

Standing still, Harry looked at the extremely familiar figure, his mind was too blank to hold everything.After a while, he crouched down and curled up beside Old John, "Grandpa..." He said softly in a childish voice, as if he wanted to wake up the old man who seemed to be sleeping.But there was no response.

Further embracing the blood-stained body with extremely distorted limbs, Harry shook it lightly, "Grandpa...Grandpa..." But the coldness of his hands made him unable to deceive himself anymore, even if he made up There are thousands of reasons, but the touch in the hand can't stop reminding myself over and over again that this body has no soul.

Why……

why is that……

Unable to tell whether it was tears or rain, countless drops of water slid down Old John's face with vicissitudes and pain. The heart-piercing wailing echoed in the alleyway for a long time, and there was a hint of danger in the air.

"Boom!" "Boom!"Suddenly, the energies that had been dormant in his body began to flow wantonly to his limbs and bones like a beast out of the gate, making Harry involuntarily let out a painful groan.Fortunately, this shock didn't last long. After a while, Harry felt the scorching heat sweeping his whole body turn into a warm current that he was extremely familiar with.

Looking at his hands in a daze, Harry felt the magic power surging in his body.

Could this be the so-called price?

But he would rather not...

But it was too late, it was always... too late.

There was strong hatred in his eyes, and those spells that were still clearly discernible after so many years of absence began to flash in Harry's mind, and he put his magical fingers on Old John's forehead without hesitation, "Corpse!" The cold voice urged the rhythm of the magic power, and those magic powers seemed to know Harry's feelings, and they rushed to Harry's fingers quickly, sinking into Old John's body bit by bit.

An unmistakable black magic, evil, but useful.Its function is only to extract memories, and the reason why it is classified as black magic is because it extracts the remaining memories of corpses, the most impressive memories of those extracted during their lifetime or the memories retained before death.Therefore, although it is often regarded as a blasphemy against the dead, it has been secretly circulated in the dark world.

But Harry had never been so thankful that a Death Eater had let him know about this spell, a spell that would allow him to kill a murderer with his own hands...

As the output of magic power increased little by little, the silver-white filament was gradually pulled out from Old John's forehead, wrapped around Harry's fingers, and then slowly submerged.

Countless fragments of memory that did not belong to him began to appear in his mind, and Harry pursed his lips as he read the information, his face paler and paler as the memories deepened.After a long time, when no more filaments appeared, there was no blood on his face.

But Harry obviously didn't care about it, and gently stroked the fingers on Old John's already dead cheeks over and over again with his fingers on his forehead, as if he wanted to engrave an eternal imprint on his heart.A murmur-like whisper gradually spread in the air, and Harry smiled idly.

"Go home. Grandpa, let's go home..."

The deafening music is unstoppable even by the gorgeous and complicated heavy wooden door, and the neon flashing PUB flaunts its rotten atmosphere, attracting more depraved crowds to linger here.The obscene men and women unscrupulously exude seductive hormones to each other. This is a city that never sleeps that makes people intoxicated.

But it is such a place, but it ushered in an out of place guest tonight.A thin figure appeared at the door of the PUB. His timid expression, the overly baggy clothes on his body, and the childishness on his face all made his appearance so abrupt.

"Hey, who still brings children here to play?" The coquettish woman pointed at the person in disbelief, and gently poked his delicate cheeks with her fingers covered in Kodan, her smile trembling.

The boy flinched from the woman's actions, and the boy standing at the door frowned, and said in his soft, childlike tone, "I...someone asked me to speak."

"Oh—for whom?" The woman asked cooperatively with parted red lips alluringly, but the teasing meaning in it was enough for the people around to laugh knowingly.

Rolling his green eyes, the boy's eyes became even more frightened, and he even stuttered, "Lan... Lan Mo, that person said so..."

"Ha, this brat is actually looking for the boss!" A rude voice appeared behind the boy with the sound of the door opening, and he felt himself rising into the air.

Holding the boy up to his eyes like a chicken, the owner of the voice raised the corners of his mouth with an evil smile, and said in a strange tone to the boy whose eyes were already filled with tears. "Let uncle take you to find, how about it?"

Tears covered up the flash of murderous intent in his eyes, looking at the strong man in front of him, the boy's small hands tightly grasped his arm, opening and closing his small mouth nervously as if he was afraid that he would be smashed to the ground, and let out a burst of laughter. Not very clear faltering sound.

Looking proudly at the fearful boy, the strong man carried him into the room without waiting to hear the boy's answer.Accompanied by his movements, a group of people let out wild and wild laughter, "Oh——you are such a beast! Old K!", and the strong man called Old K just waved his hand and disappeared in front of everyone. in sight.

The boy thought that he would be taken to see Lan Mo, but he didn't expect that Old K just took him to an ordinary room and put him down, and showed him a disgusting expression.Realizing that something was wrong, the boy hurriedly expressed his doubts, "Where's Mr. Lan Mo?"

The first to answer him was a sneer, and old K looked at the boy with an idiot's eyes, "Little devil, of course you have to tell me if you have anything to say. You are not qualified for that!"

The boy was stunned, but he quickly said the response he had thought of before, "No...that man said that only he can listen."

Hearing this, a fierce light flashed in Old K's eyes, he raised his hammer-like fist and shook the boy, "If you tell me what you say, I will beat you!"

"But..." The boy still wanted to distinguish something, but the old K threw his fist at him who didn't know what to say.

"It's a chip—" the sharp voice echoed in the room, and the fist stopped a centimeter in front of his eyes.After a whirl, the boy felt that he had left the sofa, and the man who had threatened to beat him earlier led him out of the room at a completely different speed than before, and rushed to a luxurious door.

really……

After knocking on the door, old K twisted the doorknob and walked in after getting the answer.There were a total of four people in the room, and in front of these four people, old K put away his arrogance, put Harry on the floor of the room, and respectfully waited for the question from the superior.

"What's the matter?" A brown-haired man sitting on the right side of the long table asked lightly.

With his head down, Old K didn't dare to look at the four people headed by the black-haired man, and replied cautiously, "It's about the chip. This kid is passing a message..."

These words seemed to possess magical power. In an instant, the four of them put away their previous indifference, and looked solemnly at the boy standing in the middle of the room, "Son, tell me everything you know." The black-haired man spoke , the intimidation in the tone is self-evident, enough to show the status of the so-called "chip" in his heart.

However, the boy didn't show the fearful expression they expected. Instead, he stretched out his finger, shaking it up and down under the strange eyes of the four people and muttering something repeatedly.Old K wanted to reprimand this short-sighted boy, but suddenly found that the boy stood in front of him at some point, and under their surprised eyes, he swiped his small arm quickly across his neck, so fast that he There was no time to react.

Surprised by the sudden change, the black-haired man calmly pulled out the gun from his waist, and quickly pointed the gun at the seemingly harmless boy. "Who are you?"

Ignoring the black gun in the black-haired man's hand, the boy looked at the old K who had gradually stopped struggling, and said lightly, "Harry Johnson! Mr. Lan Mo."

He narrowed his eyes, and the gun rang out, the moment he heard the name.With the mentality of cutting grass and roots, Lan Mo pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

Unbelievable things also happened.

The bullet that had been shot straight at Harry seemed to hit a wall, and fell at his feet with a muffled sound.

"It's useless to me." With a mocking smile, he looked at Lan Mo, who was still holding a gun. Although Harry's face was a bit ugly, there was no change in his expression.He is confident that this Impedimenta (heavy obstacles) is strong enough to withstand the attack of machine guns, let alone just this level of sex...

Seeing this, expressions of fear appeared on the faces of the four men, and while they were still in a daze, Harry rushed towards the four men standing by the table.He knocked down the guns in their hands neatly, and ended the life of the person closest to him like he did with Old K before.

If possible, Harry actually hopes to give Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra) to all the extra people, so that he can have more time to 'entertain' Grandpa's 'good friend' Rammo.But he couldn't, because he didn't have a wand, and magic without a wand was too difficult for him—except for some simple spells, just a "Corpse Retrieving" that day made him weak for several days.Fortunately, he still has the things his grandfather taught him, and it is these things that give him the capital to harvest the lives of these beasts.

Yes, in Harry's eyes, they are just a bunch of beasts who should have gone to hell, not people like grandpa!It starts when he sees everything from Grandpa's memory...

The man whose trachea had been cut off began to struggle hard. At this time, Lan Mo and the other two men also reacted. Looking at the partner who was still alive and kicking just now, he could not escape the fate of death. Unexpectedly, they also ignored the strange incident that happened to Harry just now, and drew out their daggers and stabbed Harry.

Turning around deftly to avoid the attack, Harry looked at the three people rushing towards him desperately, raised his foot and slammed one of them on the head.Although he was young and weak, his proficiency still allowed him to kick the blond man to the ground.Suddenly the wind blew up behind him, and Harry Lisuo rolled and hid behind the sofa.Looking up, the man in the brown suit was holding the dagger in his hand and standing in the position where he was just now.Taking advantage of the situation, he tripped him to the ground, and Harry jumped up, the knife in his hand unambiguously reaching his heart.

The man was not someone to wait for, so he turned sideways, and the knife barely slashed across his arm, making him dodge.Seeing that he couldn't make a single blow, Harry immediately withdrew his knife and stepped back a few steps, cautiously searching for Lan Mo who didn't know where he was hiding.

It turned out that Lan Mo's attack just now was just a false move. He knew from the boy's strange ability and vigorous skill that he had kicked the iron plate tonight, so when the two men distracted Harry's attention, he took advantage of the chaos and fled to by the door.In his opinion, as long as he leaves this room, a large number of subordinates are enough for him to use the crowd tactics to escape himself safely.

As soon as he was about to touch the doorknob, Lan Mo saw in panic that the boy who was far away from him and couldn't stop him from leaving pointed that terrible finger at him.

"PetrificusTotalus!"

Inexplicable words rang in his ears, and Lan Mo was horrified to find that he was suddenly unable to move.At the same time, Harry couldn't help gasping for the weak feeling that his magic power was suddenly emptied, his footsteps faltered slightly, and he felt a sharp pain in his back.Annoyed, he turned around to avoid the subsequent attack. Harry waited until he saw Ram Mo, who was frozen by the door, and secretly rejoiced that the spell had hit the target. Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill him so easily. easy.

Now that Rammer was done, Harry turned his attention back to the remaining two men.The blond man was waving the dagger excitedly, apparently not expecting that a person who couldn't even be hurt by bullets would be cut by himself.With green eyes narrowed coldly, Harry glanced at the brown-clothed man who was crawling up from the ground. Harry immediately stopped his dodging steps to meet the dagger stabbed by the blond man, and ducked to avoid the fierce attack. The blood-stained knife pierced the blond man's throat in a brief moment between movements.

He could feel the blade slicing across the object from his fingertips, and instead of looking at the disbelief on the blond man's face, Harry turned to look for the last person.The man had already stood beside Lan Mo at some point, and he wanted to run away.With a cold smile, Harry, who had no worries, weighed the knife in his hand, aimed at the man's back heart, and shot the knife with all his strength.

After a shrill scream, the room returned to silence. All the sounds just now were perfectly blocked by the room's soundproofing facilities. After glancing at the messy room, Harry walked in front of the immobile Rammo in satisfaction.

Rammer thought Harry would plunge that knife into his heart or slit his throat as he had killed his men, but no.The strange boy raised his nightmare hand after kicking him to the ground, and started repeating words that he didn't even know the meaning of.

"Cruciatus! (Cruciatus)"

The cold voice was like the voice of the abyss of death, ethereal but clear.Lan Mo looked at the boy's strange behavior blankly, but when a pain that seemed to be produced only by tearing him alive spread from the bone marrow to his whole body, he finally understood the boy's intention.

He didn't want to let himself die so simply!He wants to torture himself to death, just like he tortured Old John...

The feeling of fatigue hit the whole body, but Harry's spirit was abnormally excited, giggling and looking at the tall man who was tortured by Cruciatus (cruciatus) - and only he could make himself even in this state He also did not spare the magic power, just to let him taste the sufferings that his grandfather suffered, and even repay it ten times, a hundred times.

Lan Mo couldn't think about anything now, he only hoped that a knife or a gun would appear suddenly to end his pain completely.But no, the piercing pain still tortured his body and mind, as if it would never end.

After a long time, Harry stroked his dizzy head with his hands, looked at the man who had already exhaled more and less inhaled, and then put away his already numb arms.After adjusting his breathing, Harry got up and put away the dagger that the blond man had scratched himself, then pulled out the knife stuck in the back of the brown-clothed man, and returned to Lan Mo's side.After gesticulating the knife twice on his unresponsive body, Harry read the fear in the man's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly. He slowly inserted the knife into Rammo's wrist, slowly spinning while turning. Slowly cut the slender tendons.

"Does it hurt?" Harry said softly, his tone resembling a nurse's gentle inquiry in a hospital, but his wrist was exerting force little by little, and he didn't smile sweetly until Lan Mo let out a muffled groan Then he pulled the knife out of the bloody arm. "It hurts! Grandpa also hurts."

The pain that Lan Mo inflicted on his grandfather reappeared in that man one by one. Harry looked at this man who was so angry, and broke his remaining tendon without any mercy.At this time, the effectiveness of PetrificusTotalus (all petrification) began to weaken gradually. Feeling that his mouth had regained his control, Lan Mo wriggled his mouth hard and asked in a hoarse voice, "Kill...kill me..."

Looking at the man who no longer had the will to live in confusion, Harry shook his head, "No, no, no. How dare I just kill you like this." After speaking, he moved the knife to the man's ankle , stabbed in fiercely, "And we still have two feet to finish..."

The unexpected answer and Harry's actions finally broke Rammo's mind completely, "Devil..." With the last bit of strength, he roared with all his strength, "You devil..."

Hearing this word, Harry's hands were startled, and then a haze flashed across his eyes, and he raised the knife and dropped it.

With a cold snort, Harry stared at Rammer's body.

Devils are human... from the very beginning...