[HP] S·M event book

No.22 Hmm... mylord. (2)

Long ago, Sierra's mother told her a joke.

A hunter met an orangutan while hunting in the forest. The first arrow he shot was caught by the orangutan's left hand, and the second arrow was caught by the orangutan's right hand, but the orangutan died in the end because it He was so smug that he stabbed himself to death with an arrow while beating his chest instinctively.

Sierra had a good laugh at the time, and the orangutan was a fool, a smug fool.

Now Sara is also laughing, and she finds herself like that idiot - she has been at Hogwarts for so long that she has forgotten some deep-rooted things, such as fear, such as her own identity.

Smug fools should be warned and even punished.

Sierra picked up the wand at her feet and stood up slowly, but she still couldn't change the fact that she had to look up at him. The scarlet eyes made her shudder, and she told herself over and over - it was fake.But even so, the trembling arm couldn't be raised, and the fear of him had become his instinct.

Mr. Saru always taught her to be patient, but he was not patient enough himself, so he died.Later, I heard Wormtail say that he was an Avenger who was lying in wait for the Dark Lord—a ridiculous, overconfident Avenger.On the day before his death, he kept nagging in her ear to be patient, to be patient, but after thinking about it, those words were not spoken to her, but to himself—he originally wanted to suppress himself, don’t act rashly.

When Mr. Saru was Sera's mentor, the Dark Lord hadn't acquired a body that could move freely, and that person was always on guard, except for the cowardly and timid Wormtail and the absolutely loyal little Barty... by the way , and Nagini, even Saila couldn't get close to him easily, let alone others.The reason why Saru appeared was entirely because she needed a mentor who was not weak—when the Dark Lord and his henchmen had no time and no interest in teaching children.Saru's patience at that time was also excellent, without any flaws.

After the Triwizard Tournament, the Dark Lord was resurrected.

Along with the excitement of the Death Eaters came Saru's anxiety.Even Sira could occasionally sense something was wrong with him, let alone anyone else.According to Wormtail, it was Lucius Malfoy who, eager to show his loyalty, used Saru as a stepping stone.Sira didn't see the last of his mentor, but of course nothing good would come out of him - a simple killing curse wouldn't quell the Dark Lord's wrath.

The difference was that what Mr. Saru endured was hatred, and what Saila had to endure was fear.And for Sera, the fear was unbearable when confronted with this person—who can suppress their instincts?

It's fake, it's just a boggart.

Sara said to herself again.

But she still couldn't point her wand at him, let alone do anything aggressive.All she can do now is to control herself not to kneel down again.

There was a small sound in her ear that slightly distracted Sara, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. She seized the momentary opportunity to turn her head away, avoid those creepy eyes, and look at the source of the sound——Parkinson .

"Who is this?" Parkinson asked curiously standing behind the Boggart. She just heard Morris murmuring something in a low voice, but she didn't dare to go forward. If the monster noticed her, It becomes what she fears.

Sai La didn't speak, just looked at her lightly, the paleness on her face hadn't faded completely.

Seeing that she ignored her, Parkinson frowned, but quickly decided not to bother with her—after all, the Mudblood's reaction just now pleased her, and the effect was much better than expected. She shrugged and stepped back a few steps. She planned to spare Saila and go back to her dormitory. The curfew time was approaching. She missed her bed very much now. With this happy mood, she would definitely have a good dream.She gave Sierra a nasty smile, "Hey, maybe you'd rather be alone with this guy, hope you have a nice, memorable evening. As a prefect, I'll be magnanimous and leave you alone this time Not going home at night."

Saila's head turned with Parkinson's movement, she blinked, and then realized that the strength in her body had finally returned. Of course, she would not be so stupid as to look at the "people" around her again, she now has more important things to do. Something to do—when something comes to her mind.

Sierra pursed her lips, tapped the wand with her index finger a few times, raised her arm, and pointed the wand at Parkinson's back.

Gently press down, then pick up at a constant speed, vibrate twice at the top of the parabola, and finally slide down, circle around, and push forward slightly - extremely skilled movements.

"Cruciate."

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The familiar wailing sound made Saila stunned for a moment. She had practiced this spell countless times—using that man's captive. If he was not satisfied, he would help her experience it.During that period of time, there were such terrified and painful voices in her ears. Sara couldn't remember the faces of each test subject, but she remembered every voice, as if she was tearing the vocal cords, trying her best to tear them apart .

Sera quickly came to her senses, it was night, even in the Forbidden Forest, the loud noise would attract some attention.She was a little anxious, and walked quickly to Parkinson, who was limp and twitching on the ground, covered her mouth, and said in a panic, "Shh...don't scream."

Cold sweat covered the cheeks, the original arrogant and nasty expression disappeared, the pain made the body twitch uncontrollably, this kind of bone-deep pain penetrated into every nerve in an instant, and the head was buzzing , and even produce a condition of tinnitus.She looked in the direction of Saila without focusing her eyes, and her weak figure was full of suffocating oppression at this time.

Saila tightly covered her mouth, and kept pointing the wand at Parkinson. She calmed down and looked around for a while, but the effect was not obvious. The inside of the Forbidden Forest was so dark that only There was no way for the dark tree shadow to blend in more, the noise just now was not low, she thought she had to hurry up, so Saila whispered: "I take my hand away, you only need to answer my question, don't bark again. "

Parkinson vaguely heard what she said, but his thinking has not recovered, and he has no way to understand her meaning.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Sierra frowned, and tentatively moved her hands away a little. After making sure she was not howling, she was relieved, her hair covered Parkinson's face full of cold sweat like spider webs, and Sierra hesitated. For a moment, he gently brushed the hair behind Parkinson's ears, with slight and delicate movements, as if he was taking care of a delicate and beautiful Barbie doll, "That thing... I mean that Boggart, how did you get it? ?”

Parkinson was panting hoarsely, her words echoing over and over again in her mind.

Not getting an answer, Saila continued, fearing that she might not be clear, she slightly increased the volume, "Who gave it to you? Who taught you to use that thing against me?"

Parkinson understood now, and she hoped she didn't misunderstand what Morris meant—it was an insult to a nobleman to be treated like this by a mudblood, and she should have been angry and even fought back.But... a Mudblood who knows the Unforgivable Curses is different, especially a first year.Parkinson is not a brainless idiot, she understands the seriousness of the matter, three Unforgivable Curses, how many people will this person know?Will it be a death curse? ——These spells that even the seventh graders can't master.

"Who gave it to you?!" Saila raised her voice again, and Parkinson's indifference made her panic again, "People outside? Or people inside Hogwarts? Professors? Or students? Which college? Which one? Grade? What else did that person say?...Who the hell!" At the end, a voice almost screamed.She nearly lost control and pressed her wand against Parkinson's head.

Saila had to figure it out, and she had to take precautions without making a fuss. This time, was that person making his own claims, or... "him"?There is a big difference between the two, which means that she will face a chance to make amends, or... the punishment of getting carried away.

Parkinson opened her mouth slightly, this tiny movement made her very strenuous, she wished she could faint now, but obviously the Cruciatus Curse does not have such a kind effect.But she also hoped that she could have absolute sobriety now - because she didn't know if this person would give her another Unforgivable Curse when she lost consciousness.

A hoarse voice leaked from the throat, intermittent and completely out of tune.

—she said a name.

She almost wished Morris could hear what she had said.So she repeated it slowly, over and over again.She stared at Morris intently, she couldn't detect the emotion on her face - she had no expression, no reaction, just looked at her lips coldly, which made Parkinson uneasy, if she had enough strength , will say that name and shout out.

"Enough." Saila said softly, "I see."

"I see." She repeated in a low voice, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.She laughed softly, which was especially pleasant in the silent Forbidden Forest.

Sierra knelt beside Parkinson, and the two were silent for a while.

"At Hogwarts, I was always afraid of trouble." Saila said suddenly, staring at the wand that was constantly turning in her hand, "I think my patience is good enough."

Parkinson listened in horror, wishing she had guessed wrong.

"First graders can't learn offensive spells. I can't use them if I only know them. If you move too much, you will be suspicious. Maybe you will be imprisoned in Azkaban." The more Saila said, the more he felt wronged, "I just want to Study hard, what can I do for him in the future...I'm stupid, I have to prove myself useful as soon as possible..."

Parkinson looked at her pleadingly in horror, trying to move back with all his strength, but only turned over.She wept in despair.

"I'm sorry." Sierra stood up and pointed her wand at Parkinson, who was close at hand. This once proud noble lady is now limp at her feet like a reptile, always feeling condescending. Not bad, maybe even a sense of superiority. "I can't leave here." She took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the Boggart who was standing there, and smiled shyly, like a child expecting praise, "I can't let him down."

"Avada..."

"—Disarm you!"