[HP] Reborn Christian

Mort had no intention of using this potion at all, and he almost forgot that there was such a thing as Veritaserum.He was flustered, but on the surface, little Chris was quite calm.He relaxed his facial expression, calmly waiting for the Dark Lord's sentence and closing statement.

The author has something to say: The target is updated every day...cough, just kidding.Turning on V for the third watch is going to kill me... If I slow down again... Well, anyway, there will be no more weekly or monthly updates, at least ==

56Fly VS Veritaserum

Veritaserum is a good thing. It is said that Dumbledore likes to greet the little wizard invited by him to the principal's office with sweets and drinks mixed with Veritaserum.However, the usual situation in fanfiction is that the little wizard who drank Veritaserum has no feeling for it at all, how to talk nonsense, how to pretend to be stupid.So every time Dumbledore is forced to use the ultimate trick of insanity, but in the same way, the target of insanity is either too strong to rebound the spell, or it is disabled, or some alchemy item is used to protect it. own brain.

But those were all fan fictions he had read in his previous life. Now he has no cheats (fake ones), let alone immunity to Veritaserum. How can he keep his secret?

Oh, God, you better come and take him!

God, son, who will take him away!

Little Chris calmly looked at the small bottle of Veritaserum that Voldemort took out, but the corner of his eye unconsciously drifted towards Fly.Who can save him?There is no doubt that now only evildoers can rely on.

"Dad, don't drink indiscriminately." Little Red flapped his wings and grabbed the bottle in Voldemort's hand into his paws. "I'll see if there's anything wrong with it first."

"Red! Give it to me!" Voldemort was furious at little Red's actions.

"No, I'll check first!" Little Red went against Voldemort's wishes, and threw the bottle on the coffee table. With a wave of his wings, a golden-red flame instantly ignited, surrounding the potion bottle.

"A clear spring is like water." Voldemort reacted extremely quickly, a clear spring poured over him like water, but the golden red flame did not go out?

Fly flapped its wings, fanned out the flames, and with a flick of its paw, the entire bottle of Veritaserum was thrown towards Voldemort, while Fly itself flew towards Little Red, and pawed down—

"Ah! Bastard! What are you doing, Fly! I'm helping dad! That bottle of stuff looks wrong, how can dad drink that stuff!" Little Red was confident.

"Fly! Don't do this!" Little Chris hugged Little Red and checked its injuries. Fly saw blood when his paw went down. "Fly, you strike too hard!"

Fly ignored little Chris, who landed on the coffee table and glared at Voldemort.

"Hmph, what are you staring at me for? What can you do? Are you more capable than Dumbledore's phoenix? Hmph." Voldemort sneered, how could he put a bird in his eyes? ! No matter how mysterious and powerful Fly is, it is still a bird. The Dark Lord has never put any magical creatures in his eyes.

"Fly!" shouted little Red.

"Bastard! What are you arguing about! Do you think you can fool him with your tricks! You completely useless guy! Even if you ruin the medicine with such a big move, the Dark Lord is not a fool. Do you think he will take it?" Do you give it to Chris? Idiot! Don’t you know how to do something secretly? How could I not know you would be so stupid! Sure enough, more souls should come out. Damn it!” Fly turned his head and yelled at Little Red.

"I'm sorry..." Little Red bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Ha, haha... Chris, you are really lucky! One or two are protecting you like this. These two are really loyal guys. Just like dogs." Voldemort said in a harsh way.

"Father!" Little Red stared at his round eyes, with unbelievable horror in his eyes.

Fly stared at Voldemort with a golden flame burning in his eyes.

"Veritaserum. Voldy, give me the veritaserum." Little Chris stretched out his hand with a calm expression.

"You are very knowledgeable about current affairs." Voldemort sneered and glanced at Fly. What can a bird do?He really didn't believe that this thing could be more useful than the phoenix.

"What do you want to ask, let's ask all at once today." Little Chris seemed ready to confess.

"Hmph, I should be glad I brought more than one bottle of Veritaserum." Voldemort took out another small bottle, the liquid contained in it was undoubtedly Veritaserum.

Little Chris took the medicine bottle and opened it.

Merlin, I curse you for being crushed by Arthur. In order to retaliate against me, let this bottle of potion fail, even if it turns into poison, it doesn't matter!Only that secret can't be said!

Little Chris raised his head and drank the potion without hesitation.

"Hmph, now, it's time to tell the truth." Voldemort smiled mockingly, and sat down on the sofa on the other side, crossing his legs.

"Well, what do you want to ask?" Little Chris looked expressionless, returning Voldemort's mocking eyes.

"Oh, let's take our time. First of all, who are you?"

"Christian Samuel Metley."

"What is your purpose in approaching me?"

"I don't want to die."

"Don't want to die? What do you mean?"

"Mettley is a loyal Death Eater, and I will become a Death Eater in the future, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Azkaban or die in a war with the Order of the Phoenix. My fate should be up to me Make the decision." Little Chris said every word, and Mettley almost completely ignored his existence, but Mettley would never allow his betrayal.Not becoming a Death Eater according to the family's will, or even escaping, not becoming a wizard, is equivalent to betrayal.

"Azkaban? Do you think I will lose? The Death Eaters will be sent to Azkaban?"

"Voldy, as I said, you will definitely want Avada to me."

"If you don't tell me, you won't live long."

Veritaserum can make people tell the truth, but it doesn't guarantee that people will talk.For example, if you use it on a dumb person, even if you give him a bucket of Veritaserum, the dumb person will not be able to speak, let alone tell the truth or lie.

"I know." Little Chris suddenly smiled. It was different from the smile he showed on the morning of his visit to the Louvre. This smile was a bit weird.

"You have never trusted anyone. Similarly, how many people around you trust you? Don't mention those diehard Death Eaters, just say Dumbledore, your professor when you were studying at Hogwarts, from the first I have never trusted you since the first time I saw you. Besides, friends, do you think you have friends by your side?” Little Chris began to recklessly say Mary Sue again, saying all kinds of courting words, “Some people say, betrayal, from one day to the next. It has existed since the beginning, so they don’t need friends. They only need a companion who can fight side by side and entrust their backs to him. Do you have such a companion for life and death?”

"Chris, do you really want to die?" Voldemort smiled instead of anger.

"No, it's Veritaserum. I won't say these words, but Veritaserum makes me only tell the truth. I don't know the legend of Merlin very well, but I know a little. Merlin didn't get eternal life." Xiao Xiao Chris thought of the fantasy novels he had read in his previous life, "The elves have always said that death is the best gift God has given to human beings. All living people hope to live forever, but those who truly live forever hope to die. There are countless stories in history. There are people who have tried immortality, but no one has ever succeeded.” Little Chris doesn’t know if anyone has succeeded, although those cultivators in comprehension novels or characters in myths and legends are all immortal, but he is not at all. Think that there is really something that can last forever.Let’s just talk about those ancient protoss, also in the torrent of time, they gradually faded and disappeared into legends.

"I will definitely fly away from death!"

"This is your dream. I know that Voldemort means flying away from death in Italian. But I want to say that if you want to succeed, it is not impossible, but the price you will pay, and you may not be able to bear it. "

"The price? What price? What can't I bear? Hmph, don't tell me you seem to know everything. I hate your face very much."

"No, father, you don't understand. Immortality is really not a good thing. It's a curse, and it's not allowed by him." Little Red broke in suddenly, and said words full of vicissitudes in a childish voice.

"Ok?"

"He does not allow any creature to truly live forever. All creatures can be killed. No matter elves or dark creatures. The so-called immortality is just a fairly broad term. When the time comes, they will all die. This is fate and the way of heaven."

"Eh? Little Red, what are you talking about?" Little Chris was dumbfounded, such mysterious words... well, he should have known, this little demon bird has a lot of background, maybe it is some kind of big monster reincarnation?Otherwise, how could you say such... cough, heavy words?Or are these all told by little Red, that big monster Fly?

"Bastard! Don't say what you shouldn't say! The existence of that person is not something these humans can casually know!"

"Oh, don't stare at me, I always watch TV. It's always like this on TV."

Um? Would a [-] TV show do that?

Little Chris raised his eyebrows. He didn't know much about the film and television industry in this era since he hadn't watched TV for a long time, but he was more sure that such explanations were generally used to cover up the truth. Obviously, little Red was also a secretive Lord, Fly is even more unfathomable.

"Voldy, our focus is not on this, if there is any problem, let's continue."

"No matter what you say, I tell you, I will definitely succeed! Definitely!"

"What else do you want to ask?" Little Chris changed the subject forcefully, and if he continued to entangle on this issue, they would be endless today or he would just confess here because he angered the Dark Lord.

"The bet you made with Dumbledore, in the end, did you really make the potion?"

"Of course it's false. I can't make any normal potion that heals. My wand says, it's a curse. I can't heal, only damage and destroy."

The author has something to say: I was once again criticized for having too many brackets, and too many complaints affect reading... So, I vigorously revised the article and deleted the chance of brackets. If it still doesn’t work, please say ==

Also, some people say that servants are abused... Where is the abuse, where is the abuse~!Obviously... just a little abuse, how can it highlight that the protagonist is a person... although the servant will abuse more vigorously when the protagonist is not human. .

57 Devilish Goldfinger

"So, you mean that Dumbledore has tampered with? He's helping you? Are you really on the same side?"

"No. It's not certain that Dumbledore did it. Don't forget the professor of Potions who invigilated the exam. Professor Slughorn is not a man of integrity."

"Him?" Voldemort thought of the fat young wizard who liked to befriend talented and well-connected young wizards.

"Dumbledore and I, speaking of it, have completely opposite positions."

"But it's also different from my position? You said, don't want to die. Don't want to be a Death Eater or even a wizard?"

"Have I ever said that I don't want to be a wizard?" Little Chris blinked, forgetting whether he had said such a thing, "Okay, let me be honest. My dream is to leave here and go to what I want Life, although I don't know what kind of life I want to live, but I am sure that I don't want to be a wizard, and I don't want to be involved in the war between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix. My life must be controlled by myself."

"It's really nice to say, but obviously many things can't be done as you want." Voldemort rarely said something that an elder should say.

"No matter what the ending is, I have to try hard. I'm not like you, my life is so short, and if it's gone, it's gone."

"Wizards live longer than ordinary people."

"No, I can't live to the end of my life. I've thought about it for a long time. In this life, 30 years, at most 30 years, is enough." Little Chris doesn't expect to live longer, and the previous life plus this life for more than 50 years is enough .Rebirth with the memory of the previous life is not as good as it is written in the novel.Because of the memories of the past, he couldn't let go of many things calmly. With worries and hopeless thoughts, the days he lived like that really felt like years.But he can't be ignorant of good and bad, he is equivalent to prolonging his life - as the memory is still there, he will always be him.

It is said that those who do not know what is good or bad, who are not grateful, and who are not satisfied will be punished by God.

"Hmph, your thinking is really strange. If that's the case, death is nothing to be afraid of now. Why do you always try to please me with a greedy face and fear of death, and then provoke me casually with a face that is not afraid of death?"

"Uh, there's a saying. I'm sick." Little Chris also wondered why he was always capricious.Obviously he is not such an idiot, but he always does some idiotic things, is it really a sequelae of time travel?

"Next, what do you mean your wand tells you that you are cursed?"

"On the plane, my wand dragged me into a dream, showed me the curse, and made a deal with me."

"trade?"

"When I no longer need the wand, break it and break the seal, and set him free."

"What does the seal mean?"

"Well...according to him, it is imprisoned. He is imprisoned in the wand and cannot leave. Ah, by the way, his body is not a wand, he is a dead spirit lodged on a cherry tree, and then I don't know if it is Who put the confinement in the wand in the wand shop."

"You believe him?"

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not? I'm just a human being, and he's a half-ghost, half-demon. He can destroy me with a single finger. Although he's sealed in the magic wand now, he also said that with his power, As long as you practice hard for a few years, you can come out. But he doesn't like to practice, otherwise he wouldn't be like this after so many years. He has lived for thousands of years."

"Thousands of years..." Voldemort's eyes changed, and he thought of something, "What do you want from me? The question just now, why you approached me, has not been answered clearly. Don't think that you can be fooled by saying that you don't want to die. Come on me. Veritaserum is not as good as Dementor, it's a pity it can't be used on you."

"Hey, do you have to answer?"

Fly raised his ears, why?Does little Chris want to confess his true feelings?

"Don't talk nonsense." Voldemort half-closed his blood-red eyes.

"I said. I don't like Dumbledore. If I have to cooperate to achieve my goal, I hope to be on your side. I don't have any bargaining chips, but I can do everything I can to help you. I Knowing that the descendants of Slytherin can speak snake language, a lot of information can be collected through snakes. I also have a special source of information. Or I can say that I know a way to get fables about the future, not the fables of the fabler, but from Information from another world."

"Another world...Chris, I didn't know you could be so strong and dishonest after drinking Veritaserum!" Voldemort stared at little Chris viciously, he didn't believe that this little wizard would ever be honest .

"If you still don't believe what I said after drinking Veritaserum, what else can I do? You have to believe in Fly's strength. He found a lot of information. Although I can't understand birds, he can understand people." words. And the Red I gave you."

"I can translate what Fly said into English." Little Red stiffened his neck and straightened his chest, flapping his wings to emphasize his own existence.

"What about the other world?"

"Another world, I don't know, it may be the world of gods or the world of undead. But the information I have obtained so far has been confirmed. For example... Horcruxes."

As soon as he finished saying the word "horcrux", little Chris regretted it.

The coffee table was overturned to the ground, and Voldemort stood in front of little Chris, his wand firmly pressed against little Chris' neck.

"I found it in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts. The fable tells me that one of your horcruxes is hidden there." Little Chris held the crown of the horcrux he had just summoned with the flying spell in his hand, which was also Voldemort's anger reason.

"What do you want to do?" Voldemort charged towards little Chris, who gritted his teeth against the horrifying coercion and smiled bleakly.

"Don't want to do anything. Do you think Dumbledore doesn't know? The whole of Hogwarts is under his control. He probably knows about you sneaking into the school last semester. Hogwarts castle is old, but the magic it possesses such as defense is Powerful and thoughtful that no one can imagine. After all, it was built by those four. And the headmaster has complete control over Hogwarts. If you read Ravenclaw, you will definitely find that Lady Rowena left A lot of information. Books are really good stuff."

"Are you mocking me for not being keen on reading?"

If Voldemort liked reading as much as Kuroro, then the ending might be different...

Little Chris shook his head, waved his wand and put the crown away: "I'll put it back when school starts."

"No, it's in your place." Voldemort put away his wand and sat down on the sofa again.

"Yes."

"Next question, between Dumbledore and Grindelwald...what happened?"

"Dumbledore's sister died in an accident. At that time, Dumbledore and his younger brother, Grindelwald, just had a dispute. I don't know whose spell hit Dumbledore's sister." Little Chris shrugged, "Dumbledore and Grindelwald were originally friends, and many old wizards know this. But after that incident, Dumbledore and Grindelwald tore apart, turned against each other, and fought each other. Ah, yes , there is one thing. Dumbledore understands better than anyone how a little wizard will suffer in the Muggle world. His sister was driven crazy by Muggles."

"..." Voldemort fell into a rare silence.

"So Grindelwald felt guilty. After the defeat, he willingly entered Nurmengard and never came out again. The words I said brought back his most painful memories and forced him to face reality. Grindelwald almost I was mad at me, but I couldn't do anything, so I made a promise to you and sent you to take me away quickly."

Hearing this, Voldemort pursed his lips and smiled.

"It seems that you are still somewhat useful. Although there is no truth in your mouth. One last question. You said that you can get the fable of the future, so I will lose in the end?"

"Cough, no." Cold sweat flowed down Little Chris's forehead.As the saying goes, it takes a hundred lies to cover a lie.As the lie continues to be told, more lies must be made up to ensure that the first lie will not be exposed.Let him say that he didn't want to die and didn't want to enter Azkaban just now, and said that it is enough to live to be 30 years old. Doesn't it mean that Voldemort will fail in a few years? Voldemort wasn't an idiot, how could he be fooled? !

"This... Voldy, do you believe in the saying that fate is up to me?"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"Cough. There is a theory: "past", "present" and "future" exist at the same time, "past" is the past of "now"; "future" is the future of "now".They exist simultaneously but not necessarily on the same line.That is to say, if you change the present, the future will be different, and the "future" derived from this "present" is a different future.In the same way, the "past" that causes the future to happen is also different.And the parallel world is born from this. "

The Dark Lord, who only studied black magic and how to destroy the Order of the Phoenix, was a little dizzy.

"In short, as long as you want, no matter the past, the present, or the future can be changed. So...whether you win or lose, it's just floating clouds...cough, there is no need to pursue it. Well, Voldy, I wish you success. Put Dumbledore dismounted."

"Hmph. I will definitely succeed. Dumbledore..." Voldemort's eyes flashed fiercely.Dumbledore...he will definitely defeat Dumbledore and prove his abilities!Also, he must fly away from death!

Little Chris glanced at Fly who flew onto the back of the sofa when the coffee table was overturned.

God, he had to admit that he was still protected by the protagonist's law. At least with this monstrous golden finger, it would not be a problem for him to run rampant in the wizarding world.

FlyVS Veritaserum, Veritaserum failed.

58 Hate the start of school

No matter how reluctant he was, the trip was over, and little Chris had to go back.Of course, back to Metley's manor.The Mettley family's trip was over long ago, and staying at Voldemort's house was not a good thing.Parting from the reluctant little Lei and the awkward Sirius who didn't like little Chris, little Chris carried the luggage and "led" Fly back to Mettley's house by the house-elf of the Dark Lord's house.

When I got home, I greeted my family in a neutral manner. Little Chris stayed in his room, closed the door for two days, thinking about it, and finally felt that he couldn't let go of his wish to go home.No matter how things develop and what the future holds, he just can't let go of the past.Even if he can no longer be his original self, he still wants to go back to that world and stay in the place closest to his former self.

Let the other things go, Hogwarts, Rowena, to hell!

……

God, he was joking.At present, he has caused a lot of trouble, and it is not easy for him to get out.

On the third day, little Chris regrouped and rummaged through boxes and cabinets in Mettley's basement library, trying to find clues.The Dark Lord's manor, which looked deserted and dilapidated from the outside, the connection with the main house of the Mettley family, the identity of the person who left the notes, and the seal of "Sakura" in little Chris' wand... There are some things like this Some seem to be related to each other, while others seem to have nothing to do with each other.

Could it be that, as Little Chris guessed, there is a huge conspiracy behind this?

oh!Too bloody!

The new school year is about to start, and little Chris is reluctant to do so, so he has to start preparing for returning to school.The first thing is naturally to go to Diagon Alley to buy study necessities.

When passing by the wand shop, little Chris walked in involuntarily.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Little Chris greeted Ollivander politely.

"Oh! What do you need, little mister? You don't look like a freshman who needs to pick a wand."

"That's right, I'm not a freshman here to buy a wand." Little Chris pulled out his wand, "Do you remember this wand? I bought it in these two places last year."

"Let me see...it's it! It was made by my grandfather. The body of the stick is cherry wood, and the material of the core is unknown..."

"Sir, I have a question about it and I want to ask you." Little Chris interrupted Ollivander.

"You said."

"Mr. Ollivander said your grandfather made this wand. Do you remember when he made it?"

"This makes me think about it...well...it should be more than 100 years ago."

"Then where did the material for the wand come from?"

"This... I don't know. I was young at the time."

"Is there no clue at all? Mr. Ollivander, please think again." Little Chris refused to let go of any hope.

"Well... I really don't know."

"Okay, thank you." Little Chris thanked him with some disappointment, and left.

Hogwarts second-year students, as usual, will arrive at the castle by Yekira's car after getting off the Hogwarts Express.Legend has it that a creature like Ye Qi can only be seen by those who have witnessed death.Little Chris died once, and I don't know if he has witnessed death.

Sitting on Ye Qila's carriage, little Chris held his chin in a daze.

Ye Qi is so ugly.

This was the only thought that little Chris had when he met the legendary creature Ye Qi. Of course, if Ye Qi who was pulling the car in front of his thought knew about it, God can guarantee that all the little wizards in their car would deserve to suffer.Everyone loves to hear compliments. If someone is ugly, according to Ye Qi's aesthetic standards, maybe this is just the most beautiful in the population.

Entering the Hogwarts hall, little Chris sat down at one end of the long Slytherin table, and then saw many little Slytherin nobles approaching him. Little Chris was stunned for a while, and finally remembered that he had a fight with Dumbledore at the end of last school year. Bet, from now on he is the youngest prefect in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You bastard Lucius, you haven't given me pre-job training yet!

Little Chris cursed in his heart, and in the distant Malfoy manor, the same young Malfoy patriarch Lucius sneezed "for no reason".

What will the prefect do?No, what should I ask him?Do you want to be a prefect conscientiously or just be a vase casually?If you don't want to cause trouble, just be a prefect in name only; if you are too free, you can try being a prefect.

How should little Chris choose?The answer is obvious, little Chris naturally does not want to cause trouble.

The vase is very good, it is placed beautifully, and the antique can be sold for money.

"Hello, I'm Emma Waring Elaine, the female prefect of Slytherin." The elegant, intellectual and cold beauty extended her right hand to little Chris.

"Hello." Only then did Little Chris remember that each college has two prefects, one male and one female. This beautiful senior looks very capable. Is it okay for one person to do two things?Emma is the female prefect elected last school year, and the fourth grader of Slytherin.

"We will be prefects together in the future. I hope we can get along happily." Emma had an indifferent attitude towards little Chris, and it was rare that she didn't have the annoying temperament like other noble ladies.In other words, little Chris likes a cold beauty like Emma.

In fact, little Chris has M tendency...

"It should be said that I need to trouble my senior sister. I don't understand anything. If I do something wrong, my senior sister can help me." What Xiao Chris said is good. I hope Emma will stand by her and take care of her own affairs. The feeling of pushing.

"Of course. Now that you are a prefect, I believe in your ability." Emma looked optimistic about little Chris, with a cold face, and she couldn't tell whether she meant praise or derogation.

"Sister, don't say that, I can't bear it." Little Chris hurriedly cleared up, no matter what Emma said was true or not, he didn't want to mix it up again, and there was a "Rowena" in the dormitory. "Wait for him.The world of wizards is a muddy water, and he can't just walk through it casually. If everything goes according to his ideas, let him keep being a little transparent, and fly quietly to the United States to hang out when the time comes.

Wait, no.

Little Chris was taken aback. Sometimes he thought about doing something big and beautiful in another world like a time traveler in a novel; sometimes he thought about living a low-key life and leaving England after saving enough money. No one cares; sometimes they want to help this one to save that one;The most notable thing is that when he was hurt badly by Voldemort and his heart was dead, he happened to see the diary written by a time traveler, which aroused a strong desire in him to go home.If it's a coincidence, it's indeed a coincidence, but when you think about it in conjunction with other things, it's weird, and it doesn't seem like a mere coincidence.

No matter what he thinks, what he does seems to be... Little Chris has a feeling that he is walking on a strange road, deviated from his ideas and original intentions, but just in line with other people's wishes? !

Other people's thoughts!

Little Chris suddenly felt a chill go down his back, and broke out in a cold sweat!

Someone is manipulating his thoughts behind his back and influencing his behavior!But what else can others draw from him?He's just a little wizard who has no power, no power, and his family doesn't like to see him. He has no use value at all. Ah, he is still a time traveler.

Time travel...spells...a traveler thousands of years ago...

"Chris? Chris, can I call you that?" Emma's voice brought back little Chris' mind.

"Of course. Then can I call you Miss Emma?" Little Chris said with respect, he really likes this cold beauty.

"You can call me Emma."

"Okay." Little Chris nodded with a smile.

Although she didn't make a clear statement, Emma didn't say she wouldn't help him, thinking that this capable senior would at least not let little Chris lose the face of all the prefects for the sake of the title of prefect.

The sorting ceremony began, and Little Chris watched absent-mindedly as the freshmen sat on the chair in front of Ms. McGonagall and put on the dirty and worn sorting hat.If his guesses are all true, isn't his life a joke?Since coming to this world, it has been planned by others, and its every move has been controlled, monitored, and guided by others.Even, his coming to this world was controlled by that person.Is the purpose of the man who manipulates everything behind the scenes to return to the time and space he originally lived in?

If little Chris’ time travel was done by that person, it means that he basically has the power to travel through time and space. At most, he doesn’t know how to determine the coordinates, and he can’t find his position in time and space.

Does the arrival of little Chris represent success or failure?

Little Chris had a terrible headache.Compared with Dumbledore and Voldemort, the person standing behind the scenes is the real danger. No matter what his purpose is, he is the biggest enemy to little Chris.

Anyone who controls people's thoughts casually just to achieve a certain purpose of their own is completely unforgivable.Little Chris thought, no matter what he can't compromise, he can't lose!

"Salazar Elaine." Professor McGonagall read out a name, and he froze for a moment.Salazar?Is it because the little wizard's parents admired Slytherin too much?

Unconsciously, little Chris looked up at the little wizard who was wearing the sorting hat.

A handsome black-haired guy?

"Slytherin!" Not long after, the Sorting Hat shouted out where the little wizard was going.There were a few short and not enthusiastic applause on the long Slytherin table.

Salazar Elaine gracefully put down the sorting hat, walked towards the long table expressionlessly, and sat down beside Emma.

"Good evening, Emma." Salazar nodded.

"Good evening, Salazar." Emma turned her head and introduced to little Chris, "He is my cousin. Salazar, this is Slytherin's new prefect, Christian Samuel May Terry."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Mettley."

"Me too. Just call me Chris." Little Chris responded politely.

Salazar?Little Chris's first reaction was those fan fictions, the kind in which the Snake Ancestor travels through modern times.

The author has something to say: Cough, I wish everyone a happy new year... Happy Chinese New Year and auspicious Year of the Rabbit. .

It's not intentional not to update, but there are too many reasons to explain.Kavin is very depressed and has been making new pits. . .

I'm really sorry, everyone squatting at the bottom of the pit to support a certain relative. .It is estimated that it will not be updated until the end of the month to get up soon...

Hey, thank you for not synchronizing the pirated articles, but come back after the end, remember not to miss all kinds of extras, fleshy or something, if there are any, it will definitely be in the extras~~Thank you. .

He vomited blood, and recently saw a piece... Nuwa's Legendary Lingzhu, and found that that girl was a copy of Inuyasha. .asshole! !You can just copy it, because Mao is equivalent to the monster brother of Shadian, so ugly... TAT, Shadian. .Aww!

59 Roommates