[HP] Reborn Christian

Here comes the potion.

"Royna" once said that everyone's magic power has different attributes, but little Chris couldn't think of any magic attributes, and he couldn't make any potions (except poisonous ones), even Nawei in "Harry Potter" ·Longbottom's so-called Crucible Killer's little wizard didn't have the realm of turning potion into poison like him.It can be said that potions—at least simple potions, should be made by normal wizards, otherwise potion science would not be listed in the assessment subjects of O·W·Ls and N·E·W·Ts .

Fly naturally didn't answer little Chris.

"Fly, even you can't help it?" Little Chris said that it was impossible not to be disappointed.He didn't have to do what he promised Dumbledore, but how would Voldemort have reacted if he hadn't been the next Prefect of Slytherin?Little Chris didn't know whether it was Lucius's personal idea or Voldemort's instigation to make him the next prefect, but if things got so big, Voldemort must have known about the whole thing, and if he didn't say anything, it was his acquiescence.Little Chris couldn't live up to Voldemort's expectations or go against his wishes.

The second time around, who knows if he'll get Cruciatus or Avada Kedavra.

Without help from Fly, little Chris could only continue to go to Slughorn to continue the experiment.The constant repetition of failures caused little Chris to be greatly oppressed and shocked mentally. He was so nervous that he couldn't even listen to the class. He didn't have a good sleep for several weeks. There is also no way to focus.As a result, the quality of his work continued to decline.Xiaolei and Batty couldn't help seeing his appearance, and they couldn't help in this matter.

By the end of March, little Chris's potion still had no progress, and Lucius couldn't sit still any longer.If Little Chris can't do what he agreed, then it's not just Little Chris' face that will be lost.Now, who doesn't know that Christian Mettley is DarkLrod's favored boy?

After thinking about it, Lucius had no choice but to turn to his good friend, Severus Snape, who had an extraordinary talent for potions.But the current Snape is not the admirable master of potions in the future, and Snape can't help in this matter.

Narcissa was on the sidelines gloating, she had long disliked this little wizard, and now that little Chris was in such an embarrassing situation, she was naturally happy to see him fail.

Little Chris, who has been failing all the time, finally stopped doing any experiments. Instead of giving up, if he continues, he will collapse sooner or later.Dumbledore may have foreseen his unsuccessful ending, and he has already made a comprehensive plan and is waiting.That being the case, he might as well rest and get ready to face Dumbledore and Voldemort.

The day of the final exam has finally arrived.

First year students at Hogwarts study flying, potions, transfiguration, history of magic, charms, herbalism, defense against the dark arts and astronomy.Flying class, exempted little Chris, transfiguration, history of magic, spells and other courses are not a problem for little Chris, and he can easily get grades above A.And the exam content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class should not be too difficult. Little Chris is not worried at all that the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will give so difficult questions that the little wizards who just listen to him can't pass the test.

The only thing little Chris worries about is potions.Because of the agreement with Dumbledore, little Chris also had to take the final potions exam, but his exam questions had already been determined.

A bottle of scabies potion, which can be regarded as the easiest potion to make, was the biggest problem for him.

However, things developed beyond everyone's expectations.

Smart little wizards thought that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts exam would not be difficult, but when the questions came out, it stumped a lot of little wizards.

But little Chris wasn't one of those little wizards.The content of the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was quite simple for him—it was just a question and answer paper, and it was not difficult at all for him, who had received more than ten years of exam-oriented education in his previous life.Although he didn't endorse it like before, he had already developed the habit of getting familiar with theoretical knowledge first, and there were not many opportunities to practice in his previous life, but now he has many opportunities. He is already a very good instructor: Horcrux, " Royna".

Then something even more unexpected happened.

Little Chris actually made a scabies potion? !

This is simply incredible.

Little Chris tried for more than three months before this, but failed.Now that it has suddenly succeeded, no one can believe it.

However, it is true.

39 Metley Family Regulations

Metley, a third-rate wizard nobleman, is not a wealthy family, and a not-so-big manor is their family's main house.However, it is said that the manor was built more than 1000 years ago. Although the times have changed and it has been renovated many times, some past architectural styles and characteristics can still be seen from the outline of the manor.

Back this time, Metley's main house gave Little Chris an inexplicable sense of familiarity.Little Chris couldn't describe that feeling, and he didn't know where that feeling came from, but he intuitively thought it was very important.

While the rest of the Maitley family planned their vacation, little Chris hung out by himself in the main house.

Little Chris began to carefully observe every part of the main house. He was like a scholar obsessed with experimental research, focused, meticulous, and even unreasonable...

The only house elf in Metley's house who would pay attention to little Chris saw that his little master had become extremely silent and neurotic, and immediately ran to punish himself—masochistic.

The only house-elf in the main house has gone 'crazy' and there's no way the Mettleys can ignore it.After careful questioning of the house-elves, the head of Mettley decided that little Chris could no longer stay with them.Little Chris's elder brother, Mork, suggested to his father that little Chris should stay at home to recuperate, and that he should not be included in the holiday trip.

Little Chris' father thought for a while, and nodded in agreement with Mo Ke's words.

Originally, little Chris just "followed" him, and the Metley family would not have too much energy and time to take care of him. When they went on a trip, little Chris would go along and arrange their own time.

Although almost all the wizarding nobles knew that little Chris was the unpopular second son of the Metley family, but they still had to do some superficial work. They couldn't go on a trip with the whole family and leave little Chris at home alone.

Even though little Chris was now the Dark Lord's new favorite boy, the Maitley couple still didn't want to see this son.

Which parent would like their children to use their colors to please others?

Moreover, the family motto of the Metley family has always been not to climb high to build the glory and glory of the family. They have always followed the rules left by their ancestors and struggled to survive in a difficult and complicated world.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary third-rate noble family last for thousands of years?

Survival and blood inheritance are the ultimate goals that the head of the Metley family must think about and devote to.

A big tree attracts the wind, power and power are not what the Mettley family needs.

It sounds so simple, but unfortunately few people understand it.Lucius, for example, couldn't understand why Mettley still ignored little Chris, the Dark Lord's new favorite.

The Mettleys took their eldest and youngest sons on a trip to the Maldives, and of course the house-elves of the Mettley family also went with them—wizards are probably so used to the care of house-elves that they don’t forget to take them with them when they travel.

So, little Chris left unattended?

This is of course impossible.After learning that little Chris would not travel with his family during the holidays, Lucius immediately sent out an invitation letter inviting little Chris to live in Malfoy Manor.Naturally, the Mettleys couldn't refuse the invitation from Malfoy, and little Chris had no right to object.As a result, little Chris could only pack his luggage and move to Malfoy Manor for a short stay.

The architectural style of Malfoy Manor and Mettley Manor is very different. It is so elegant and gorgeous that it can dazzle people's eyes.The last time I came here, I didn't have the time to watch it carefully. This time, Little Chris has the leisure and interest to watch it slowly.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity that Mettley Manor gave him only came after returning from this vacation, and this school year, speaking of manors alone, little Chris had only been to Malfoy Manor and Voldemort Manor.

Little Chris intuited that he would have that feeling because he had seen something similar.

But it's clear that Malfoy Manor bears no resemblance to Mettley Manor.

Excluding Malfoy Manor, the rest is Voldemort Manor. Little Chris's first visit to Voldemort Manor is definitely not a pleasant one. What he remembers most about there is the dilapidated gate, the barren front yard and Voldemort's unconditional love. Merciless Avada Kedavra.Little Chris didn't notice, but his brain automatically scanned, analyzed and compared the environment, so when he returned to Maitley Manor, little Chris had an inexplicable familiar feeling that he seemed to have seen somewhere else. feel.

Little Chris felt that it was necessary for him to find a way to communicate with Fly: first discuss the issue of Voldemort's manor—the manor that Fly found and indicated by the address that Chris used to subscribe to the newspaper.

On the afternoon when little Chris lived in Malfoy Manor, Lucius received an order from his Lord, and it was too late for dinner, so little Chris was immediately sent to Voldemort Manor by Lucius with the portkey.

After the discomfort of being pulled at the navel passed, Little Chris brought Fly with his luggage and officially came to this manor that had been deserted from the outside.

Lucius, who led little Chris, walked into the house first with a perfect smirk on his face.Little Chris glanced at the door facing his back lightly, and then walked in.

The gate of this manor closed him, and even Voldemort.

Lucius led little Chris to Voldemort's study to report on the task, and then left, leaving little Chris with his head down, silently facing Voldemort.

"Chris?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, looking at little Chris.

"Yes." Little Chris' eyes met Voldemort's, and the four eyes met, one side was calm and the other side was brutal and crazy.

"From next school year, you will be a Slytherin prefect, congratulations." Voldemort's tone was full of joy and anger.

"Thank you." Little Chris responded lightly.

"However, I heard from Lucius that you made a bet with Dumbledore." Voldemort fixed his scarlet eyes on little Chris.

"That's an agreement, not a bet." Little Chris looked away, "I don't know what Dumbledore wants to do. Being a Slytherin prefect is good for me, and it may not necessarily be bad for him." Little Chris said bluntly , "But Dumbledore will not take advantage of me for no reason, there is no doubt about it. Maybe he wants to do something to you through me."

"Hmph, that old bee can't do anything to me." Voldemort snorted coldly.

"But everyone thinks that I have a close relationship with you, including my family."

"You care what your family thinks?" Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, seemingly surprised.

"Dear Lord, don't you think the loyalty of the Mettley family needs to be re-examined?" Little Chris sold the Mettley family without any psychological barriers.It's not that anyone betrayed anyone, but that from the very beginning, little Chris didn't regard the Maitley's house as his home.There is never a need for trust, and there is no such thing as betrayal.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort stared at little Chris with sharp eyes. Does this little wizard want to betray his family?It wasn't something the nobles he knew would do.

Little Chris really doesn't look like a nobleman.

Perhaps Voldemort had never understood a third-rate noble family, let alone how they survived.

Blind pursuit of power and profit, more often the result can only be a crushing defeat or even death.

"Although DarkLord's new favorite is nothing, and even less worthy of respect, he still needs to be courted on the surface. It is an honor for many people to have that kind of relationship with DarkLord, isn't it? I am not very The beloved second son, the Mettleys treat me like nothing at all, and they will not react too much to what I do, and they will not have the feeling that parents do not want their children to use their bodies to please others The best explanation for their non-response or even deliberately ignoring my behavior is that they don't need to climb to a higher position." Little Chris analyzed in a flat tone, "The rules of the Metley family since ancient times: power and power None of them are what the Mettley family needs. Survival and bloodline inheritance are the must."

"So?" Voldemort now felt that little Chris was a nobleman, a real nobleman, who would do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

"So, I want to draw a line with the Metley family."

"It has nothing to do with me." DarkLord is not an employee of a certain government department, and he doesn't care about the household registration.

"Of course. It's enough that you know that I have no interest in the Mettley family." Little Chris just didn't want to bear joint and several responsibilities for the Mettley family.He could understand, Mork's eyes—the eyes that longed for power.

"Then, let's go back to the original topic, about your... agreement with Dumbledore." Voldemort brought back the diverted topic.

"I thought this topic was over." Little Chris had a sneering smile on his expressionless face, "Dumbledore coaxed me like a child and promised me that if I made a scabies potion, I would become a Slytherin It's ironic that Slytherin's next prefect is so decided."

"Hmph, the old bee tried to control Slytherin?" Voldemort seemed to have found the reason why Dumbledore did so.

"Maybe Dumbledore is trying to save face for you?" Little Chris made an assumption that would surely irritate Voldemort.

"Dumbledore, that old bee!" Voldemort was predictably enraged.

"However, someone tampered with it during the final exam." Little Chris's next indifferent words immediately attracted Voldemort's attention.

"You want to say, in fact, you still can't even make a scabies potion?"

"Of course." Little Chris replied confidently, "Before that, I failed every time I produced, but I succeeded in the exam. Someone did something wrong, it's obviously not right."

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort frowned slightly and said the most likely candidate.

"It may also be Professor Slughorn." Little Chris thought for a while, and said, "Lucius is also possible. He dare not violate any orders of yours."

"Chris, your words are challenging my bottom line." Voldemort stroked his wand with his right hand. "If it were someone else, he would have died long ago."

"Thank you very much for your tolerance." Little Chris lowered his head and bowed. "You don't like my hypocrisy, and you don't like my frankness. It is inevitable that I can't satisfy you." For the current little Chris, death is also a way to escape.He should have died more than ten years ago.

"No." Voldemort stood up and walked up to little Chris and raised his chin with the tip of his wand, "It's no good for me if you die now, and I won't kill you until you show your usefulness. Cruciatus." Caught off guard, before Fly, who had been on guard all along, had time to react, Voldemort swung his wand and hit little Chris with Cruciatus.

"Really..." Little Chris bit his lower lip, his face pale.

How do you say something?He got used to it with pain and pain, he thought, he had already begun to get used to the feeling of Cruciatus.This time, he persisted for a few more minutes before fainting.

"Libby, send him and the things he brought back to the room where he lived last time." Voldemort called the house elf to "clean up the aftermath".

"Yes."

40 Extra Story of the Double Ninth Festival (Appreciation of Chrysanthemums)

This world, let me know what to do.

I am not a human being and cannot adapt to human society.Without believers, my existence is meaningless.

So, I shouldn't exist in this world, should I?

As a "stowaway" or what could be called an illegal immigrant, I am very self-aware.I have violated the "Laws of Time and Space", even if I am a member of the Guardian God Clan of the Quartet, I must accept the punishment of the "Laws".I have been waiting, waiting for the "law" to judge me and kick me back to the original time and space.Unfortunately, it has been hundreds of years, and I still haven't waited for the "judgment".

翛Chi, 翛, unrestrained, free.

Suzaku should be flying in the sky like a bird, patrolling its territory, right?I am now chained to myself.

Chris, the man I guard.The child had suddenly matured a lot because of the Dark Lord's merciless Cruciatus Curse.

That idiot Chris, the Dark Lord type, doesn't need care, what he needs is anything that can help him achieve his goals.

Maybe, I should make a note when introducing Red: Eat a little Red and you can live forever.

Speaking of Little Red, it works great, I don't want to talk to Chris right now, Little Red just happens to help me deliver the message.

But what's up with little Red calling the Dark Lord and Daddy Chris? !I don't have the face to see my friends from my hometown, Mo Qing... Mo Qing is fine, Yi Youxuan will laugh at me to death if she finds out!

Heh, I remembered my friends from my hometown again, those...damn, they all thought I died in that war, right?If it was them, they should be able to find me.

I remember when I was a child, I had a falling out with my dad and ran away from home.I strayed into the Demon Realm and was almost killed by a big demon. When the demon was about to bite my throat, it was Yi Yuxuan who blocked the attack. He saved me, but he was seriously injured.I was stunned on the spot, if it wasn't for Mo Qing, even if he arrived, he would take the two of us away...

I am useless, I have been since I was a child, not only useless, but also almost killed my friend.Sometimes I think, I'm not a patron saint, I'm actually a star.

Otherwise, how could Chris be attacked by Voldemort again?

As a Patronus, I have failed so badly.

Voldemort, I will take my revenge slowly.Now the question I have to think about is how to wake Chris up.

Cruciatus directly attacks the soul, needless to say, the trauma to the soul is enormous.Chris is now trapped in his own maze of consciousness, and it's going to be trouble if you don't drag him out soon.

"Red, protector." I summoned little Red who was running around with Nagini to let him look at my body, and then set up a defensive barrier.

It's easy and normal for me to leave my body.In the past, when we went to the human world to inspect the territory or sneaked down the mountain to play, we first separated the soul from the body, and then found a body to possess.Of course, we usually leave our souls to guard our bodies, but I always let my souls leave...

If it’s not my soul, I always feel that it’s not me.Just like the Dark Lord, his real soul and his Horcrux are no longer the same person in a sense.

The first thing I felt when I entered Chris' consciousness was...

confusion.

Various characters and scenes overlap, and various emotions are full of them.Sadness, joy, worry, relief...

The child's heart is very contradictory.

I'm not interested in prying into other people's secrets, but now I have to go to see Chris's inner world, to see his hidden memories.I've been skeptical for a long time, but...

Chris is indeed a time traveler like me.The non-English he blurted out last time gave him away.At that time, I was really surprised. I thought that I would not hear a language similar to the language of my hometown in this world. I secretly checked the information and found that the language used in a country called China is very similar to the human language in my hometown. , at a very remote location from England.But as far as I know, it is not possible for Chris to come into contact with Chinese, let alone learn Chinese.How to learn a language, I know very well, when I first came here, I really didn't understand the language - at most, I could understand a little bit of bird language.

In Chris' memory, I saw a memory about a series of books——

"Harry Potter".

Tom Marvolo Riddle?Hmph, it really is a brain-damaged one, and he deserves to pay a higher price for cutting his soul.The things that Chris' kid asked me to find were originally called Horcruxes. Although I knew that those things contained soul fragments, I really didn't expect that they were cut out by the Dark Lord himself.Oh, no wonder it feels a bit "indigestive", I seem to devour something that is not "hygienic"!

Needless to say, I devoured all the soul fragments in the Horcruxes that Chris let me find.To mend the soul, of course it must be mended with the soul.Otherwise, relying on cultivation to let the soul repair itself will not have to wait until the year of the monkey!

"Chris, can you hear me?" I randomly picked a memory scene and walked in, dragging Chris who was about to give the egg I gave him to the Dark Lord and asked in a cold voice.

"Who... are you?" Chris was very surprised, he stared at me blankly, holding the egg in his hand.

"Zhu Chi." For the first time, I said my real name, to the creatures of this world.

"what?"

Ignoring Chris' surprise and confusion, I took the egg in his hand and threw it to the ground, and firmly grasped his wrist with the other hand and walked out.Voldemort's voice came from behind.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Ah!" Chris' body froze instantly.

I raised my left hand and swung it backwards. After blocking the spell, I hugged Chris by the waist, touched the ground with my toes, and jumped out of the "door" of this memory fragment scene.

Jumping all the way, avoiding those messy and overlapping memory scenes played in a loop, I hugged Chris and finally stopped in an empty but peaceful place.

"Don't look back, follow me." Although it is better for me to go out of the maze of consciousness by myself, other people's forcible intervention and removal can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but if you really let it go, Chris is likely to get lost and never wake up again. Come.

Cruciatus twice left an indelible shadow on Chris.I can't untie his knots, and I can't help him get out of his own maze. I'm just a patron saint, protecting his personal safety. Whether he is mentally healthy or whether his values ​​are correct is not within the scope of my work.

"That..." Chris followed behind me, hesitating to speak.

"Say."

"Who are you? Or, what are you?"

My steps paused, and I could only respond silently to Chris's question.

I'm not human, I'm just a Suzaku, a Suzaku that should be unrestrained and free.But I bound myself to him—for now.In fact, our Suzaku clan has never been able to be free.We are the guardian gods, and we must shoulder the responsibility of protecting the south.Letting go of our responsibilities, we are no longer Suzaku - our patriarch once said so.

Huh, so I'm actually nothing now?

"Here we are." I stopped and said, looking at the light in front of me. "Walk toward the light and don't look back."

"What about you?" Chris also stopped and asked.

"That's not what you should care about now." I looked back and observed Chris's current state carefully.

"Huh?" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"The soul is unstable... Do I want to learn from those monsters and get rid of the essence?" I spurned myself.I am a spirit body now, and Chris is just a phantom created by the illusion of spiritual consciousness, how can I get through?

"Are you kidding me?" Chris sneered. "You are considered an intruder now." He seemed to have regained his sanity, and it was possible that this was just his instinctive defense and counterattack.

"No." I raised my eyebrows, "Anyway, I saved you this time. It seems that I should keep something as a souvenir." I lifted Chris's chin and kissed it forcefully.

Soft to the touch and warm.

He... responded jerky.

I, Suzaku Chichi, hereby make a contract with you.

I am your patron saint.You can't die, and you won't die until I break or end the contract.

"We'll see you again." Letting go of Chris, I gave him a slight push on the shoulder, and I left his consciousness as he staggered forward a few steps toward the light.

41Red

Little Chris opened his eyes, the sunlight shining through the curtains was soft and warm, but he felt that the light was extremely dazzling.

Slowly getting up, sitting on the head of the bed, little Chris rubbed his sore temples to sort out his thoughts.

"Dad, are you awake?" The immature voice interrupted little Chris's thoughts, to be precise, it scared little Chris.

"Father?" Little Chris looked up at the source of the sound, and it turned out to be a fiery red bird with a strange appearance. "Who are you……"

"I'm Red, Dad." Little Red looked at little Chris with his big golden eyes.

"Red... Dad? Are you calling me Dad?!" Little Chris was terrified.

"Hmm!" Little Red responded.

"..." Little Chris' mouth twitched, what's the situation now?He hasn't figured out his train of thought yet, and now he's confused by the new situation.

Fly, who had been standing next to little Red but was ignored by little Chris gorgeously, patted little Red's head with his wings.

"Ah! Fly, you bully children!"

"Bastard, you should fight! Who asked you to call Chris Papa?! And you are not allowed to call Voldemort Papa, if you dare to call me Papa, I will break your wings!" Fly yelled.

"Whoa, Chris Dad, Fly hit me and threatened to break my wings..."

Little Chris, who wanted to caress his forehead, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard the second half of Little Red's words. He couldn't restrain his excitement, and his expression and tone were no longer dull.

"Can you communicate with Fly? Can you understand him?!"

Little Red was taken aback by Little Chris's reaction.

"Huh? Of course..."

"Damn! I told you not to call Chris Papa again! Are you looking for smoke?!" Fly's vicious words rang directly in Little Red's mind.

"Hey, it's theirs..." Little Red looked at Fly aggrievedly.

"Day! Don't look at me like that, I'll throw up!" Fly was furious.

"Fly... what are you angry about?" Little Chris tried his best to suppress the joy in his heart, trying to keep his expression and tone calm, and then asked Fly carefully.

"..." Fly was silent for a while, and his round and big eyes stared at little Chris without blinking.

"Fly is angry. I called you Dad, VoldyFather." Little Red answered this question for Fly, and then explained, "But the people who see when they come out of the eggshell are you and VoldyFather, and you are both men. People can't call you mom, so I can only call you dad." Little Red covered his head with his little wings, and Fly felt a burst of urgency when he saw that there was no one more wronged than him.

"Damn, you can shout whatever you want, but don't put on that expression again! It's disgusting, okay!" Fly almost gritted his teeth. If his current appearance had teeth, he would definitely bite without hesitation. Dead little Red.

"Dad, you've finally woken up. You've been in a coma for a long time and almost couldn't wake up. Fly is very worried, and..." Little Red ignored Fly's vicious words, and almost said something terrible with his mouth. Fortunately, Fly In time, he covered Little Red's mouth with his wings.Surely it is possible for a bird to cover another bird's beak with its wings? Fly naturally cheated, but unfortunately little Chris, who was sorting out the information he received so far, ignored this point. He hadn't thought about whether the evildoer's behavior was in line with common sense for a long time.

"So, you hatched from the egg I gave to Voldy that day? You..." Little Chris paused, "You just hatched when I gave you to Voldy?" After all, he didn't want to When it came to the matter of his wrist being pierced, he chose to ignore it on purpose.

"En!" Little Red nodded obediently.Fly next to him looked away, unable to bear to see the expression of little Chris.

Obviously disappointed, sad, and heartbroken, but he pretended to be indifferent.Chris, why are you torturing yourself like this?

Maybe little Chris is not clear, but Fly, who just came out of little Chris's sea of ​​consciousness, can see clearly.What little Chris wants to do, in fact, from the very beginning... Perhaps to be precise, when he met Voldemort again, Chris's subconscious had already made a decision.

Fly doesn't believe in love at first sight, let alone wishful thinking. At the beginning, he should just be blinded by that dark, mysterious, powerful...brain-dead?Oh, it should be said that it was attracted by contradictions. Gradually, or from a long time ago, there was a feeling of sympathy, pity, and more regret.

It's not love, but it's more torture than love.

"So, what are you? Or, what is your relationship with Fly?" Contrary to Fly's expectations, Little Chris's next reaction was not to control and suppress his emotions calmly.

Fly turned his gaze back and saw little Chris squinting his eyes with sharp eyes.

Although he was asking little Red, little Chris was looking at Fly.

"Tell him, I found you from the warehouse of this manor. Our relationship is nothing more than that."

"Fly said he found me in the warehouse of Father's estate. He has no further relationship with me."

"Really..." Little Chris looked away, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

He should have known it earlier, Fly would not tell himself that he didn't want him to know, it was not a matter of trust or not, but that Fly didn't think it was necessary, and he was even more unwilling to do so.He knew that Fly had been looking at them from a place above him and even Voldemort. Fly played with and manipulated him for other purposes.

However, little Chris still chooses to believe in Fly.

Damn, there's nothing you can't do.

Little Chris subconsciously raised his hand and stroked his lips lightly.

The memory came back, he was in a coma, and in the depths of his consciousness, there was a red figure hugging him and picked out the shadow that Voldy brought him and the strange circle that would never be broken.Little Chris may never guess Fly's true identity, but he knows who the red figure is.Undoubtedly, apart from that evildoer, who would care about his wayward self?In this world, everything he owns is illusory. Relatives, friends, and partners all rely on lies and deceit to barely maintain the relationship.Only the evildoer, the evildoer who occasionally made him want to gnash his teeth actively approached him, and rescued himself from embarrassment many times.

No matter what you want to do, what purpose you have, or what price I have to pay, I will always trust you.

Little Chris thought so, and suddenly smiled, but warm liquid slid across his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Fly, because of my waywardness, I made you worry."