[HP] S·M event book

The blood vessels and veins are intertwined, covered by smooth and tender skin, only showing a hazy color at first.He was like a baby in swaddling arms, being held in the arms of a thieves of men, but this still couldn't lessen the trembling feeling he brought.Saru stood beside them respectfully, and there was a giant python hovering on the ground.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and those scarlet pupils stared at Sara for a moment - just this single gaze made Sara almost kneel down in horror and despair.

The woman grabbed her arm vigorously, walked forward step by step firmly, and stopped until she reached the man. The man knelt down humbly, and said in a trembling voice, 【...Master. 】

He didn't give the man a look, but still looked at her, 【...This is my little princess? 】

A cold, hoarse, chilling voice.

She flinched, her arm ached, but she still remembered the woman's words, so she pursed her lips and dared not make a sound.

Although there were six people in the spacious living room, it was dead silent.

【name. 】 He said lightly.

She felt the woman push her forward slightly, so she swallowed her throat and said softly, 【Sylla...Sylla Morris. 】

The air froze in an instant, and the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow.

The woman dragged her to her knees suddenly, and there was a muffled sound between her knees and the floor.She took a peek at the man beside her - his face was already pale.

Sarcasm and laughter suddenly sounded, and he said inexplicably, 【Rosen Condina, you actually have a Muggle surname... Your family will be ashamed of you. 】

The man trembled, pursed his lips tightly, and did not speak.

He glanced at the man coldly, then turned his attention to the woman, and slowly hissed strangely, "Ivy, look up. '

The woman's back trembled violently, and she looked at him with difficulty. The moment she met her gaze, she shrank her pupils in horror.

With a subtle arc on his pale lips, he said lightly, 'Nagini, go and greet your little master well. '

With a pale face, the woman watched in horror as the python snaked its way towards her.

'—Go away! She stood up abruptly, using her petite body to protect the kneeling woman behind her. Fear made her tremble involuntarily, but she froze and refused to flinch.

The man and the woman gasped suddenly, and Saru who was beside him also held his breath, and then raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

The boa constrictor stuck out its tongue and turned its head lazily, "Your offspring...have the heart? '

After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed hoarsely, but with a strange sharpness that made people shudder. [Ivy...has a good daughter. 】

The woman suddenly pulled her into her arms and held her tightly, exerting almost all her strength on her body, and said in horror, 【Please...please let her go...】

【Of course...】 He said slowly, 【Saru, take my little princess and go back. 】

Saru bowed obediently, then ignored the woman's resistance and screams, and pulled her out of the woman's arms.

[Let her go! ! 】The man stood up abruptly, drew out his wand and waved it quickly at Saru.

As if everything was expected, Saru also drew out his own wand almost at the same time, [—— Cruciatus! 】

The light penetrated into the man's body, and the sharp wailing penetrated into her blood—strictly speaking, this was the first time she had seen magic.

Such evil, such frighteningly evil magic.

【If you move...you have to bear the consequences. 】 He said coldly.

Only one sentence stopped the woman from pulling out her wand, bit her lower lip tightly, and knelt down powerlessly on the ground.

【……Walk. 】

When the words fell, she felt her navel hooked, and before the nauseating dizziness came, she heard the desperate cry of the woman and... the man weakly muttering her name.

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Sara opened her eyes in a daze, with a dazed expression, weak panting leaked from her dry throat, her vision gradually condensed, she turned her head weakly, and looked at her right hand—it was trembling slightly, Sara It is almost impossible to feel that this hand is still growing on his body.The severe pain and the red-gold lines disappeared at some point, and the smooth arm didn't look any different.

Sara stared at it for a while, then turned over with difficulty. The cold sweat on her forehead soaked her blond hair, and they condensed into strands and stuck to her cheeks.

After finally standing up, Saila raised her head, squinted her eyes slightly, and did not order herself to act until the dizziness subsided—she walked out of the bedroom with staggering steps.

Holding on to the wall, she walked forward slowly but firmly, her emerald green eyes were dull, and there was no emotion showing on her bland face.

Saila came to the door of the principal's office, raised her movable left hand, and tapped lightly on the stone door.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside, and a dark figure broke into Sierra's sight like an invader.

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at Sara. When he found her pale face, Snape frowned, and quickly focused on Sira's slightly trembling right hand.

"What's going on?" Sara asked deadpan, her voice hoarse.

Snape didn't speak, but brought Sara into the office, let her sit on a chair, turned around and took out a dark blue potion from the glass cabinet, handed it to Sara, "Drink it."

Sara took it obediently and drank it without hesitation.The right hand gradually regained its intuition, and she waited for a while before the chill that had penetrated into the bone marrow faded from her body.Saila said flatly, "Answer my question."

Snape sat across from her, fingers crossed on his knees, hissed, "You should know, don't you? The contract reminded you."

Saila's face turned pale suddenly, her hands clenched unconsciously, she swallowed, as if a needle was constantly pricking her vocal cords. "He's dead...Dumbledore is dead, isn't he?"

Snape looked at her calmly, without any abnormality, and after a while, he said flatly, "Yes."

The air froze in an instant.

Sara stared at him blankly, her mind blank, but strangely, she felt extremely calm now.It was obviously a very sudden news, but she felt that she seemed to have known it a long time ago, so she didn't respond.But...why do you feel like your heart is empty?The organs in the chest seemed to have a huge black hole, which spread ferociously and rapidly, making a shrill roar.

She suddenly thought of the old man whose half face was withered. The last time we met, he was still smiling gently at her—it was reassuring.

[Believe me, Saila, the contract is fair. 】

Sai La raised the corners of her mouth strangely, full of sarcasm, but also full of... despair, "He made me believe that he... believed in a dead man."

— that liar.

Snape felt his fingers suddenly froze. He said, "That person's credit... will always be divided into two extremes."

Sierra tilted her head and thought for a moment, then laughed softly, "'That man'? Who are you referring to? The master? Or the great White Wizard? In a way, they are surprisingly alike."

Snape frowned and said nothing.

"Who's going to do it?" Sara asked.

"...he," Snape replied.

Sierra sneered, raised her chin slightly, and nodded towards Snape, "I remember that he should be in St. Mungo's at this time, and the defensive magic in his medical ward is quite strong."

Snape raised an eyebrow, motioning for her to continue.

Sai La looked at him coldly, "You betrayed him."

As if hearing some extremely absurd conclusion, Snape raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically, "...From a certain point of view, it can be understood that way."

The hand hidden in the sleeve kept stroking the tip of the wand, Sierra didn't speak, but just looked at Snape in a daze.

"Shut up your tricks." Snape said indifferently, "I thought you were a smart girl who wouldn't do this kind of..."

"It's part of the plan, isn't it?" Sara asked suddenly.

She recalled the scene of meeting Dumbledore for the last time again - a late loser would not have that indifferent and confident appearance.So she started wondering...was he making the most of his own death?

Snape was a little surprised, and then said meaningfully: "No comment."

Sierra smiled slightly, then stood up, nodded respectfully to Snape, "Sorry...for the trouble." After speaking, she left the principal's office without looking back.

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The next day's "Daily Prophet" caused a sensation in the entire wizarding world——

Albus Dumbledore died, and his body was hung from the top of the tallest tower of the Ministry of Magic - with the horrifying Dark Mark hanging from his head.

The whole Hogwarts became extremely noisy like a pot exploded, some screamed, some cried, but most of them were fearful.Everyone was talking about the death of the great White Wizard, and the full rise of You-Know-Who.

The black air pressure shrouded the castle, even more desperate than the attack of the dementors.

Sierra acted like an outsider watching with cold eyes, sitting quietly in her own place to eat, as if this was a very ordinary day.

As if aware of something, she raised her head——

Draco was looking at her across the long table.

Sara smiled slightly.