[HP] S·M event book

He propped his jaw lazily, and squinted his eyes slightly to stare at the small tube of medicine in his hand—it was more beautiful than the color of Galleon, and the golden light seemed to be alive in the transparent glass vessel.

He could do a lot of things in a week, arrange matters before the war, find out about the Order of the Phoenix...but he chose to use it for this thing——Felix Elixir.He couldn't help but sneered, and shook the thing in his hand casually, as if he could throw it on the ground and smash it to pieces in the next moment.He is strong enough, he doesn't bother to use this thing to promote his own success, he will not fail.The process of brewing the Blessing Elixir took him a lot of energy and time, and he wanted to stop what he was doing more than once, but every time at this time, a certain weak shadow would get into his mind, prompting him to feel as if he was being killed. After casting the Imperius Curse, continue to brew it.So when he realized it, he had already made this ridiculous thing.

He snorted disdainfully, and threw it on the table, but after a while, it returned to his hands—he didn't need it, so she didn't need it at all.This thought was deeply rooted in his mind, on the contrary, the Felicia Felicia was still lying firmly in his palm, and the wonderful color almost dyed the entire palm of his hand.

No failures, no accidents, but...

—that good-for-nothing little Slytherin!

timid!timid!madness!Waste your magic talent!She's even more useless than Hufflepuff!

He gritted his teeth and thought, the longer time passed, the worse his complexion would be, but the fragile glass vessel was firmly in his palm, without a single crack.

【……grandfather? 】

In just a moment, he eased his expression.Thinking of the originally clean and flawless face being torn in half by the Dark Mark, the last trace of shadow has disappeared.

Something made the eyebrows bulge, and he gave a "tsk" impatiently, threw the medicine on the table again, got up quickly, and left the room quickly.

The door was roughly closed with a "bang", but after a while, it was kicked open again with a "bang", the black figure quickly turned around in front of the table, and flashed out again. Leaving the room, the door shattered with a bang—its end of life was proof enough that the man was suppressing enough anger.

After a long while, Cha Cha appeared at the door tremblingly. It looked at the direction the man was leaving with trepidation, then shrank its neck and entered the room to clean up the table covered with potion ingredients. There was also a used cauldron on it. And some strange-looking utensils, it blinked suspiciously, and then without hesitation, began to perform its duties as a house-elf.

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Godric's Hollow—

Sara looked at the house in front of her with some curiosity. It was already dilapidated and out of shape, but it had witnessed the failure of that person. I don’t know this time... Sara suddenly shivered. idea.She raised her head secretly - he looked forward blankly, as if there was nothing unusual here.

Serra hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Are they coming? I mean... Harry Potter."

As if thinking of something, he smiled softly, "It doesn't matter whether you come or not, the ending will not change." What will change is history.

Sara blinked suspiciously, and looked around again—a large number of Death Eaters gathered here, and they were all wearing masks at this time, so they couldn't see their expressions. Sara guessed whether Zachary also in it.On the faces of the people who escaped from Azkaban, one could detect the obvious madness and joy—everyone was waiting for that moment to come.But then, Sierra felt something strange—the werewolf, Greyback was not here, she was stunned, and then carefully observed the people without masks, as well as Rodolphs and others she had People who have impressions but can't remember their names are not here either.

"Stay away, wait for my order." He said calmly, his voice was not loud but full of deterrence, and the moment the words landed, there was an open space around them.

Saila felt her hand was suddenly held tightly by him, and the next moment her body involuntarily rose into the air, twisting and squeezing in the air, and after the dizziness faded away, she found herself standing on a high hillside, from this angle, she could clearly see She could see the dilapidated house and the scenery around it clearly. Although the jagged trees blocked some of the view, there was no need to worry, Sara knew that there were Death Eaters hiding there waiting for orders.

The clouds were so dense that people couldn't breathe. It seemed that there would be a downpour at any time. The cold weather made all the birds and beasts disappear without a trace. There was a dead silence here, and the slightest sound could cause waves.

"Stay here later, don't run around."

Saila felt uneasy about this dead atmosphere, she thought of the basement where she was asked to practice the death curse, suddenly there was a rustling sound behind her, she looked back - Nagini slowly crawled from the grass out, and at last came to his feet.Saila frowned, tugged his sleeve tentatively, and said when he noticed that the sight he cast was not unpleasant, "I think... Nagini and I can wait for you at Riddle's old house …so you can focus on…doing these things.”

He quickly glanced at her, and said lightly: "No, you are safest only by staying with me, if Narcissa reveals all the information she knows, the Order of the Phoenix will definitely do something against you. With a flick of his wand, he cast a protective spell around her and Nagini.

Sera knew that if her identity was exposed, she might face some dangers, but why would Nagini be involved?In the eyes of those people, it was just a snake. Of course, she thought so too. "Mrs. Malfoy... Didn't you give her a chance? I don't think she will..."

"Of course." He smiled softly and said, "I gave her enough opportunities to betray me."

Saila's breathing froze for a moment, a pair of gray-blue eyes drilled into her mind, she swallowed her throat, and said dryly: "I...I don't understand what you mean."

"Since Narcissa already knows that I am suspicious of her, she will definitely not sit still, besides...she and I both know that this 'information' happened with my acquiescence. Said, this is an opportunity for betrayal, but it is also an opportunity for allegiance. As a Slytherin, he will definitely seize the opportunity to fight for the greatest benefit, especially when it is about survival. Malfoy, no matter which side wins this war, she can guarantee her family." He looked at the dilapidated house not far away with a sneer, as if mocking Narcissa's effort to do everything—for him It is said that this war has only one outcome.

Countless thoughts swirled wildly in Sara's mind, and as time passed by, Sara's face became paler and paler.

An extremely small possibility - Narcissa chooses not to tell the truth in order to keep the Malfoy family from him, then he can kill Harry without any obstruction, but another great possibility is that Narcissa leaks the secret Well, the Phoenix Society took this opportunity to come with Harry Potter, which was also the result he most hoped to see.

It seems that he gave Narcissa two choices, but in fact... the last thing that will appear will be a desperate situation.

Sai La twitched the corners of her mouth and made a weird arc, "But... what if they don't want to come after they know this trap?"

He sneered, full of confidence and disdain, "It will come... It will definitely come, the war must start, someone provided the fuse, I lit the beginning, and they will not allow them to delay any longer. This opportunity is too rare, only People who are stupid enough to let it go out of nowhere."

She twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly and whispered, "If... if... would you let them go?" She was referring to Draco and Mrs. Malfoy.This question seemed feeble at this moment, and the moment it overflowed her throat, she had already guessed the answer.

"Traitors don't get second chances, neither for them nor for me. This is the human heart, Sera." He paused, then sighed softly, as if forgiving a mischievous child . "...except you."

Only she thought he would give her a chance - not everyone had the guts to ask the Dark Lord for forgiveness.

It was only because of her that he would give the chance—not everyone would be looked down upon by the Dark Lord.

This is a gift?pet?Or a form of punishment?

No matter what the ending is, she will be left alone in the end.

Saila suddenly remembered that in the Black Lake, the boy who had exhausted all his magic power built a "home" for himself, and he took her to the blue sky on the broom, and he carefully kissed the corner of her mouth... She felt My own neck was tightly strangled, and all screaming, wailing, and begging were forced to stop.The faint panic in my heart rushed out like a frightened little beast, and the sharp claws scratched the heart bloody.

Sierra wanted to intercede for Draco, but she felt desperate when she thought of Narcissa's betrayal—did he also participate in Mrs. Malfoy's plan?Who is he loyal to?Is he... his enemy?

The last thought flashed by, and the hand hidden in the sleeve tightly held the wand, trembling slightly.She raised her eyes and looked at his pale side face - she could do those little tricks behind his back, but never thought of killing him, she could cooperate with Dumbledore as a traitor, but never would point the wand at him.

Even though the hatred had penetrated deep into her bone marrow, she couldn't let herself stand in front of him as an enemy with the fetters of blood and the bits and pieces of the past.Maybe it's because I don't have the guts, maybe it's because...

Sara was about to be tormented mad by messy thoughts, hatred and fetters frantically tore her nerves.

As if sensing something, he fondled his fluffy blond hair, "Don't think too much, I'll always give you the best." But in his eyes, that brat from the Malfoy family wasn't good enough.

Saila stared blankly at him, then slowly shifted her gaze to the dilapidated house, her ears were buzzing, as if she had heard a shrill scream.She uttered almost numbly: "I... I noticed that some people are not here... Greyback and the others shouldn't be leaving at this time. If the Order of the Phoenix comes out in full force, they will be able to withstand most of the attacks."

He followed her gaze and said in an appreciative tone: "Most people will stay here, and a few others will go to Hogwarts. If the 'savior' doesn't come, just get rid of the stumbling block, no more The rabble of the Order of the Phoenix, even if Dumbledore had set up a large net before, what was the use? If they came, the people there would also start to act at the same time. Think about it, werewolves, dementors, giants …When the time comes, the Order of the Phoenix will be overwhelmed, and the 'savior' and the students in Hogwarts must abandon one of them. A group of guys who are full of morals, no matter which side they abandon, it means their failure. Of course, if the savior still does not If he is willing to show up... then he can only be massacred until he is willing to show up. This is the worst possible outcome." In the end, he raised his brows helplessly, with a full expression of regret, for the countless dead souls who are about to disappear.

He told her all his plans, why?trust?Does a former traitor qualify?Or is she so confident that the plan will never be disturbed by her insignificance?

Saila's nerves were tensely stimulated by the news one after another, and she felt a little tired after trying to figure out his thoughts.

At this moment, he suddenly straightened his back, and his originally steady breathing froze for a moment.

"coming."

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Ron walked behind Harry, the wand in his hand was precisely aimed at the back of his most important companion, and followed his footsteps step by step.Godric's Valley in this season is extremely cold, with no one around, every movement can cause waves in the silent environment.

Harry had a tendency to stop, and Ron pressed his cold wand against his back. Harry glanced back at him quickly, and moved forward again.Ask at the right volume: "The Imperius Curse? Or Polyjuice Potion?"

Harry waited for a while, but he didn't hear an answer, so he could only tense his nerves and move forward. Gradually, he realized that something was wrong—he felt countless pairs of eyes fixed on him, with undisguised malice, as if To peel off his skin alive.He also faintly heard some excited, sharp laughter coming from all directions.He became alert and looked around, but all he could see were dark bushes.

Harry felt like a prey to be spied on by a beast.But in the next moment, he couldn't focus on these hostility anymore. He saw the dilapidated house not far away—it was just a momentary feeling, but it almost took his breath away.

He subconsciously widened his eyes, and the dilapidated house got into his pupils, and finally burned it into his heart, sending out a heart-wrenching pain—it was his home.

He once saw this house in the photo album of Sirius. At that time, everyone was still alive, no betrayal, no death. His father held him in his left hand and his mother in his right hand. Lupine next to him was smiling, Peter Pettigrew Hiding behind Sirius and peeking at the camera.

Even though it was broken now, he still recognized it, and this time without Ron forcing it, Harry gradually picked up his pace and finally ran.A pair of invisible hands pushed him behind, and he couldn't wait to rush in even more. Harry almost thought that as long as he could go in, he would see his wish—not an illusory scene in the Mirror of Erised, but a real existence of.

Suddenly, a force was exerted from behind, and Harry was forcibly thrown to the ground - Ron held Harry's shoulder tightly, making him unable to move.

"—Let go! Let me go!!" Harry growled angrily, staring at the house in front of him.

Ron didn't speak, just pressed him hard, with his knee on his back, making him unable to turn over.

At this moment, a voice made the two people stop their movements suddenly——

"Boy, show some respect to our savior."

The hypocritical tone was undoubtedly revealed, and a black figure slowly came out from the shadow of the bushes—the man had a mask on his face, and he could only be identified as a man from his voice and figure.

Harry tensed his nerves, took advantage of Ron's distracted moment to throw him away, quickly pulled out his wand, aimed at the man, and almost at the same time, a beam of light shot from an unknown direction hit his wrist When he came over, Harry could only withdraw his hand and dodge in embarrassment.

"Oh! Don't be so nervous." The man sneered, raised his hands and waved them in front of Harry's eyes, "Look, I'm very friendly."

Harry still didn't relax, he knew very well that he was in a wolf's den at this moment.But just as he was about to raise his wand, a curse was shot from the side of him. He staggered and dodged it. After standing still, he looked around with extreme vigilance—he would be attacked as long as he moved now.Harry cast a quick glance at Ron, who was already on his feet, and he stood humbly aside with his head bowed.

"Don't hurt the great Harry Potter! We need to treat guests with hospitality!" The man rubbed his forehead helplessly, then took a step forward and asked in an exaggerated tone, "You Are you all right, Mr Potter."

"Come on, Rookwood! I'm sick of the way you look! Put that Ministry of Magic stuff away!"

A mocking voice came from inside the bushes, and Harry turned around quickly, but he didn't find a figure from that direction.

"But he's right. Look at that kid's stupidity!"

"Haha! It seems that Gryffindor's nerves are extremely fragile!"

"Dolokhov, you're drooling, who doesn't know your obsession?"

"Hey! Potter! Do you want to hide in the arms of the old man Dumbledore and cry? He may be waiting for you in the coffin!"

Jokes, sarcasm, sneers... came from all directions one after another, and Harry felt the cold sweat soaking through his clothes. Except for the man in front of him and Ron, he couldn't find anyone else, but he was very clear about his surroundings All are enemies.

"—Shut up!! Get out!!" He suddenly growled angrily, expressing his fear and anxiety.

The chaotic voice disappeared for a moment, followed by wild laughter.

"Oh! Oh! The Savior is angry!"

"What do you want when you get out?"

"This kid might not even know how to spell the death curse!"

"Hmph, bluffing."

"—Quiet! Don't waste Master's time!" The man standing in front of Harry yelled, and got the desired effect—the woods were silent again, as if there was no one there.

The man raised his head, pointed at Ron with his chin, and asked coldly, "Is it Potter himself? It can't be a fake."

Ron didn't look up, and replied blankly: "It's me."

"No stalker?"

"No, the Order of the Phoenix thought we were only going out temporarily, and no one would suspect that I lured him out."

"I hope you're not being smart." The man snorted coldly. He looked at Harry from the beginning to the end again, as if he was picking a good steak, and then drew out his wand and pointed it at Ron, "In this case, you are of no use .”

Harry's heart rose to his throat in an instant, and as soon as he raised his wand, a sharp stab of pain gushed out from the scar on his forehead, even though it was an all-too-familiar feeling, it still made him moan in pain With a sound.

"I am surprised by your presence, Harry Potter."

A low, hoarse voice came from nowhere, seeping into the pain, making the brain and ears buzz.After the dizziness faded from his eyes, Harry saw that the man in front of him had bowed respectfully - facing behind him.Harry turned his head so quickly that he almost broke his neck.

Then he saw him.

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At some point, he was already standing behind Harry, and with his appearance, people who had been hiding in the bushes came out one after another.They almost took away most of the oxygen, and Harry couldn't help gasping for breath.

"Master, no one from the Order of the Phoenix was found." A woman stepped forward and said with a bow, "I didn't find any Animagus either."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry with a half-smile.

Harry felt chills down his back, cold sweat dripped from his palms, but he was still clutching his wand tightly, and there was a slight gravity in his left pocket, but he felt so heavy that half of his body was almost crushed—that Just a golden snitch.He knows why he is here.Harry swallowed, and straightened his back under the cold eyes of countless Dawsons.

He raised his eyebrows playfully, and said slowly, "Courage is commendable, but...Harry Potter, don't you think it's too inappropriate to use the spirit of Gryffindor now?"

He waved the white wand in his hand casually, seeing it, a raging rage instantly filled his body, but before Harry could vent it, he saw Ron floating above the open space between them.He reacted quickly, casting a Gravity Curse on Ron to tear him off, but it had no effect - his magic was way below his own.The scene that should have caused ridicule did not cause any waves, and everyone locked on Ron with excited eyes.

"Put him down!" Harry yelled, "—you put him down!"

"Stay gracious, Potter," he said languidly. "Aren't you wondering whether the boy took the Imperius Curse or Polyjuice Potion? I'm a little curious too, but death will tell."

He flicked his wand downward vigorously, and Ron, who was floating in the air, was slammed onto the grass like a useless burden, and the muffled sound crashed into Harry's heart, and the rushing blood rushed to him instantly. Throat, turned into a cold poisonous snake tightly wrapped around his neck.

Ron was lying on the ground howling in pain, his back had taken most of the impact, the dark green grass was not stained with scarlet, thankfully, he was still alive.

But before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Ron levitating again.

"The Cruciatus Curse is far less interesting than this, and I think you'll enjoy the visuals," he said.

The ruthless voice was extremely hoarse, becoming a strange nightmare.

He tossed Ron off again.

Banging, howling.

"—No!" Harry yelled in horror, his eyes wide, and he finally realized what he wanted to do—and so on, until Ron was smashed into a bloody mash!Fury and fear of losing his friend filled his chest, he shuddered and shot the Abandonment Charm, then watched as it was blown away by a Death Eater.Harry ran forward unwillingly, and tripped and fell to the ground after a few steps.

Ridiculous laughter kept rising and falling, and everyone was watching his struggle like a farce.Harry could smell the damp grass, mingled with the bitter smell of blood.

"This is what you call the 'savior'!" He suddenly said loudly.

All sounds disappeared in an instant.

"During the 14 years I was recharging my energy, you all ran away like dark mice because you were afraid of this thing!"

There were gasps one after another, and the Death Eaters moved their chairs uneasily.

"No! Master! I don't! I'm preparing for your appearance!"

"I dare not act rashly without your order!"

"I was traveling around during that time, looking for your whereabouts!"

"Merlin testifies! Master! Nothing can shake my loyalty to you!"

He waved his hand in annoyance, and the noisy sound stopped as if the pause button was pressed.

"Tsk tsk, a companion who becomes a burden is not as useful as a beast." He raised his head slightly and looked down at Harry with contempt. "Tell me, Potter, what other plans do you have?"

Harry's eyes widened, and he watched as Ron floated into the air again, pinned down by an invisible thing from the waist down, and he struggled violently for a while, unable to even crawl forward.He still had his wand in his hands, and could only cast Abandoned Curses one after another—they couldn't even reach his fingers.

No one removed the weapon from his hand, they were enjoying the antics of "Saviour".

"Appreciate the time you have left and don't make me repeat the question," he sighed, before gesturing to wave his wand.

Harry screamed: "—No! No plans!"

He raised his eyebrows and gave Harry a sideways look, "Your non-cooperation makes me... very sorry."

--boom!

Scarlet liquid flowed from Ron's nose and the corners of his mouth, they gnawed at his pale face, biting into pieces.His left arm was weirdly twisted and probably broken.

Painful gasps leaked from Harry's mouth, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and his hands dug into the dirt hard.Harry was staring at Ron—his eyes were mostly obscured by his messy red hair, but Harry knew he was looking at him.

To his savior!Fuck his plans!Go to his war!He just wants to keep his companion alive now!

Harry opened his mouth wide, and countless words wanted to pour out from it.Just then, he saw Ron's pale lips collide slightly.

--plan.

Harry's mind went blank, and he slowly raised his head, watching Ron soar into the air again - this time, he floated to a higher place, becoming a tiny marble in Harry's line of sight.He couldn't imagine if Ron would really turn into a piece of meat if he was dropped from such a high place.

Maybe the head hits the ground first, maybe the limbs break first - the way of landing depends entirely on the mood of the Dark Lord, and he will definitely show the bloodiest and most impactful side.

"Last chance, Potter," he said coldly, finally losing interest in Harry's ridiculous struggle.

Harry looked up at the black spot almost suffocated, and murmured in a low voice: "I... I don't know anything, they didn't tell me any information! Only Dumbledore... that portrait, he said I must come to see you ..."

He narrowed his eyes, was silent for a while, and said, "The reason."

Harry felt the muscles on his face completely freeze, and he tried his best to order his lips to collide, "I don't know! Maybe it's because I'm an outcast, or maybe it's because they believe that I will beat you like I did 17 years ago The prophecy says that only one of you and I can survive, and they all think that I account for the majority!"

The air froze, and countless pairs of eyes instantly focused on the Dark Lord.

The crimson eyes rolled with shattered ice, and the corner of the mouth curled up in a weird arc, "Let me think, what do you call that thing? Miracle? Accident? Coincidence? Or fate? It's even ridiculous to think that it will happen again." Happened a second time."

The Death Eaters held their breath, they knew their Master well - it was a harbinger of anger.

Harry lowered his head slowly, he met those murderous eyes without blinking, and his violent heartbeat hit his chest and eardrums, but unexpectedly, he felt that he was very calm now, like An indifferent bystander.It's an amazing feeling.Harry took a deep breath, the cold oxygen quickly occupied his body, and then he roared firmly: "No, it is inevitable, your failure and death are inevitable! Tom Riddle!!!"

The loud voice shattered the originally silent woods instantly. They were pervasive, seeming to permeate every corner and every crevice.

Panicking sounds of panic rang out at the same time, and then, those people couldn't help but took a step back.He lowered his head anxiously, wishing he could cut off his ears as if he didn't hear anything.

But he turned his head at an incredible speed, his eyes fixed on the hillside through the dark woods.

It was only a momentary daze, the Elder Wand lost control of Ron, and he fell from the sky like an eagle with its wings broken.

Harry had never thanked time for passing so slowly, and he was delighted to see Ron zooming in at an extremely slow pace until he could clearly see the flaming hair.

"—Shock Absorbing Curse!"

"—Avada Kedavra!"

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[Master, there is news. 】

【……Magic stone? 】

Quirinus shrank his neck, [No... yes... it's Miss. ] He seems to have struggled with this title for a long time.

Before meeting Quirinus Quirrell, he had been possessed by various rodents in a certain dark forest in Albania. The disgusting taste made him unable to pick on his servants, [ Well done, Quirinus, so... where is she? 】

Even if he can't see this guy's expression, he can still feel his disgust—this may be the only benefit of parasitism, it can tell whether the other party is truly loyal to the greatest extent, [In the Muggle world, master. 】He paused, and then said, 【With Condina... Rosen Condina. 】

This made him slightly surprised that a pure-blood nobleman, a puppet raised in captivity, could adapt to the Muggle world...but it has been 11 years.The Condina family is now completely extinct. As early as ten years ago, Condina, who had lost power, was torn apart under the impact of the Ministry of Magic and internal strife.And Rosen Condina, who caused all this, was only for one woman.

【Master... Are you going to take a look? ] Quirinus asked cautiously.

He thought of that woman—his daughter in name and blood. Of course, he would not forget her hated appearance. She was a hidden danger. With his current appearance, he couldn't take any risk, but just when he wanted to veto the proposal, Then I heard Quirinus say excitedly, 【They... have a daughter... who is also your descendant. 】

The words on his lips were swallowed by him, and he raised some interest—what kind of child could those two traitors have?What kind of nature has she inherited?hatred?or……

One night during the Christmas holidays, he and Quirinus came to the residence of Ivy and Rosen-a dilapidated house full of disgusting Muggle smell.Perhaps the two traitors were so sure he was dead that they didn't put any defensive spells around the house - too stupid to know if their wands were still intact.

Quirinus turned his back so that he could clearly see the girl lying on the bed—the quilt covered her chest, her chest kept rising and falling regularly, her lips were slightly parted, and a row of beautiful teeth were exposed When she came out, the fluffy golden hair was scattered on the floral pillow, and there was a huge doll next to her, which was extremely ugly and weird.

Just standing on the edge of the bed, he could feel the blood rushing through her veins, full of vitality.She is his descendant, and his blood flows in her body.

【how old are you? ] he asked in a low voice.

[Six years old...or seven years old. ] Quirinus said under his throat.

【name. 】

[Syra...Syra Morris. ] Speaking of which, Quirinus bowed his head in fear.

The fact that Slytherin's blood had been given a Muggle surname did inflame him.

He looked condescendingly at the child on the bed. Her mother seemed like a superfluous accident to him now. If he regained his power in the future, he might find some time to "clean up" it. After all, the appearance of that woman was pure It was the product of a whim. Not only did she not bring any benefits to herself, she might even be a laughing stock in the future.What about her daughter?Are they also their own descendants, have they also inherited that deep-rooted hatred?Does a seven year old know who he is?

【Master...】 Quirinus said cautiously, 【Are you going to kill her? 】

It has to be said that he had this idea for a moment, that the child and her mother were redundant and had no value in existence at all, and he was immortal, and he didn't need anyone to inherit the blood of Slytherin.He quietly looked at the sleeping child in front of him, her neck was not much harder than a branch, and he could even imagine the crisp sound.Maybe it doesn't need to be so troublesome, a killing spell is enough, and she will stay in the dream for a lifetime.

【What color are her eyes? ] he asked suddenly.Ivy's eyes are green, if he remembers correctly, and as for Rosen, who cares?He had long forgotten what the two of them looked like.

Quirinus swallowed his throat and said falteringly, [I don't know... blue?possible.I suggest...Master, maybe you can wake her up now. 】

He squinted at the child for a while, then said, 【Let's go. 】

【Eh? ……yes! 】

Later, the plan to capture the Philosopher's Stone failed, and he once again parasitized on those disgusting rodents. If possible, the baby is the best choice, so that he will no longer change his body frequently at the risk of disappearing , but at the same time it will greatly increase his danger - there is no more fragile creature than a baby.He couldn't wait for a body of his own, and needed a servant he could trust to help him find a way to "resurrect", but now?His most loyal servants stayed in Azkaban, while the rest either enjoyed themselves in the noble circles or became Dumbledore's lackeys.

And at this time, Peter Pettigrew and Barty Jr. appeared at the same time, the former because of desperation, and the latter can be called true loyalty.But it doesn't make much difference to him, only