When the savior is no longer the savior

in the hallway. "

Harry moved his body, not unexpectedly hearing Snape's sudden heavy breathing, he blinked, and smiled brightly and happily, with a small dimple on his right cheek: "But I think you're enjoying it, professor."

Snape looked at Harry.

The next moment, he pulled the person closer to the office and slammed the door hard.

89

89. Confidence crisis...

The author has something to say: Once I write about meat, I will be ashamed to get stuck... Hey!

Update first, the number of words given in this chapter is more than the number of words you have to pay for... It's a bonus~ In addition, this time you are decisive and passionate, right?

So what are you still hesitating about?Don't carelessly give all kinds of flowers!

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Snape hugged the man and walked towards the bedroom while trying to absorb as much sweetness as possible.

Harry chuckled twice, wasting no time and took off his robe and shirt on the way in.

Snape was keenly aware that something was wrong - at least the man in his arms was enthusiastic, but not fully attentive - but by then they were in the bedroom.

Harry suddenly relaxed the control of his body, and lightly hooked Snape's ankle, and the two of them collapsed on the dark green bed sheet.

"Maybe we should hurry up." Harry muttered, he was undressing the other party's clothes much faster than last time, "I remember you have a class in the morning."

Snape didn't speak, his callused hand brushed across Harry's forehead, stopped at the corner of the eye for a while, then slid down the cheek, across the throat, then on the thin shoulder blades and strong chest, and finally on the pale protrusion Swipe across.

Harry shuddered, his cheeks flushed slightly.

With one arm propped against Harry's head, Snape leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Harry's eyelid.

The tremor suddenly spreads from the skin to the nerve endings, as subtle as the wings of a butterfly, fragile and beautiful.

Reluctantness suddenly rose in Snape's heart. He touched those eyes lightly again, and when he raised his body again, he saw those lake-like eyes...

He was sure it was really his favorite color.

The dark-haired man was gnawing on his neck, Harry could clearly feel the slight tingling and itching coming from there, his body was a little tense, half of it was due to the natural lust when his lover snuggled, The other half is because of the uncertainty and incompatibility in the bottom of my heart.

Harry wasn't used to being this close to people—never, not even in his last life, had he been this close to a woman in the very occasional few experiences he had had with women...well, of course, they and St. Nep certainly couldn't compare.

The gnawing at the neck had spread to the shoulders, and it had to be said that most of the time - including in bed - Snape's patience was amazing.

Harry began to pant, two diametrically opposed feelings of discomfort and pleasure were intertwined in his body at the same time, exactly the same as his complex emotions-his heart and body longed for a partner who was more intimate than his companions and family members, but instinct and subconscious But refuse to really accept an outsider.

Even if his reason could understand, there was no danger in such an acceptance.

"Harry." Snape said suddenly, his low and silky voice was like the bass of a cello, and it was pleasant to hear.

Harry felt his throat dry, and he admitted that Snape's voice was the best he'd ever heard... Especially in bed, it really worked.

Snape grabbed Harry's shoulders, and his hands began to slide down the spine of the man beneath him.He felt very carefully, using his fingertips to explore the small bumps and grooves one by one.

Harry raised his body in coordination, and the hand moved slowly and rhythmically down his spine, stopping for a moment when it reached the tailbone, and then slowly advancing a few minutes.

Taking the initiative in something does not mean that you are really used to it.Harry's cheeks were hot, and he turned his head away in silence.

But that hand was still slow—Harry really didn't want to use that word—exploring, exploiting, as if it was actually seeing every inch of his body...

Harry finally couldn't take it anymore, and he bit Snape hard as if to vent, and then buried his face in the other's shoulder, muttering, "Hurry up...damn."

"You will get hurt." A calm, reproachful voice came from the side.

Harry tried his best to ignore the discomfort of the foreign body entering his body, and said with a sneer: "Professor, if you suddenly forget the healing magic spell, I don't mind helping—woo!"

He suddenly took a deep breath, and his eyes even went black for a moment - just because of the sudden and unexpected huge force that broke into his body.

"Help?" Snape held Harry's waist and repeated the word in a noncommittal tone.

Harry leaned his back against the head of the bed, half of his body was almost suspended in the air, and the wooden bedposts pressed against his shoulders, making his bones ache a little.Of course, this bit of pain is nothing compared to the pain-filled pleasure that comes from the joint between the two of them—that kind of strange swelling pain, as if the original living space has been compressed, and the whole body has been compressed. Alien invasion and occupation filled, so menacing and aggressive... as if he no longer belonged to himself...can only rely on submitting to the occupier...

Harry was puzzled for a moment.The next moment, an uncontrollable hoarse moan overflowed from his throat intermittently.

Snape's breathing visibly faltered for a moment.His movements sped up suddenly, and Harry's grip was tighter and he moaned louder.

Snape leaned forward and placed a kiss on Harry's lips.

He was a little fascinated, and said softly: "They must have never seen you like this."-almost fascinated.

Snape's movements never stopped. During the repeated collisions, Harry's nerves twitched, and he felt that he was tense to the extreme—whether physically or otherwise—Harry swallowed vigorously. With a mouthful of saliva, he wanted to calmly laugh, but the real voice was still hoarse and distorted due to the stimulation of desire: "Are you sure-ha-no?"

"What do you say?" Snape asked.One of his hands was about to cover Harry's ready-to-go top, with a light squeeze—

Harry trembled violently and almost screamed. Just as he raised his head and glared at Snape, he felt the body inside his body suddenly thrust forward, viciously, deeper than ever before, as if it had penetrated Stomach, to protrude from the throat in its entirety—

"Ah... ah ah - stop, slow down! Slow down - ah -" Harry didn't know what he was talking about at all, he subconsciously bit his lower lip hard, trying to stop more emotions from leaking .

But Snape didn't stop at all. On the contrary, he moved more violently each time, holding Harry's upright hand and began to stroke it, occasionally rubbing the tip of the liquid that had flowed out with his fingers.

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes, he gasped heavily, and his body trembled one after another: "Damn, damn... well, just you, just you—satisfied?" Finally, his voice was raised to almost Breaking sound.

"Good boy," Snape answered Harry in a cheerful voice.But he didn't stop. On the contrary, he lifted Harry's lower back abruptly, and at the same time he straightened himself up, allowing Harry to hang in mid-air.

This time Harry's scream that had been suppressed in his throat really burst out. His arm on Snape's shoulder suddenly relaxed, and his right hand reflexively contracted into a fist - but before that, Snape moved five fingers together. Embedded in Harry's fingers.

He bent down, let himself completely enter that warm and tight place, and let the young man under him completely belong to him-finally, he leaned close to his ear, and asked softly: "Why don't you come to me?" ?”

Harry was bobbing in a wave of desire.These turbulent waves almost overwhelmed him. He tried to struggle, but some unknown force restrained him in place, so that he could only climb one peak after another with those waves...

The voice rang in his ears.

At the same time, those raging waves dragged him to the highest position before disappearing suddenly.The brief but extreme pleasure made Harry lose his mind for several seconds before he gasped violently like a fish out of water.After the climax, severe pain and exhaustion filled Harry's nerves. He felt as if his body had been dismantled and rebuilt, and every joint was sore...

It's the difference between heaven and hell.

Harry sighed wearily and closed his eyes complaining.

Then he said:

"What if you can't find it?"

——I can find you once, twice, three times... But if I can't find you once, even once...

——It's all over.

In his 24 years of life, Harry?James?Porter, who spent 11 years of being unwelcome under the fence, was "weird" and "shameful" in the eyes of his relatives, and he was a "juvenile delinquent" in their mouths.

In his 24 years of life, Harry?James?Potter, spent seven years of magical life in the wizarding world, the fly in the ointment from the first year, he had to fight with one of the most dangerous murderers in history.

In his 24 years of life, Harry?James?Potter, spent the last six years of peaceful life. At this time, he has solved the most dangerous dark lord and become a veritable savior of the magic world. He got rid of all the serious injuries and unbelief, all doubts and ridicules in the process of growing up, and he gained the glory and popularity that no one else could touch in his life. Everyone began to envy him and admire him. How did he insist on his own correctness, and how did he stand up to the final duel with the mysterious man after the public learned the truth——

However, they naturally forgot that the godfather, principal, and teacher of the savior died in this battle.

It's just that they naturally don't understand that the savior who defeated the Dark Lord failed to defeat fate in the end.

From the moment he became a Horcrux, his fate came to an end.

The savior before the age of 11 has no one to rely on.In the circle of his life, except for his uncle and aunt who hate him, there is only his brother Dudley who can chase and beat him.

The former savior has no one to rely on.Although he has already understood his identity, even though he has gone on according to the established destiny, there is still no one he can really rely on - not even Dumbledore - just as no one can replace him in the final battle with the Dark Lord .

The savior before the age of 24 has no one to rely on.A doomed person has nothing to rely on.

Snape was silent for a long time.

He carefully wiped away the tiredness and tears from the corners of the boy's eyes.

Harry didn't stay long in Snape's bed.In about 5 minutes or more, he had stretched his limp body and walked to the bathroom, leaving only one sentence: "Wait for me for 15 minutes."

Snape also stood up. After cleaning the room, he waved his wand at Harry's clothes, letting them all fly to the familiar outdoors, poured himself a glass of water, sat down and rubbed his forehead, and waited for Harry. .

Harry didn't keep Snape waiting long.

When the pointer on the wall changed from the number five to the number eight, Harry walked out of the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up and his hair dripping with water.

Snape frowned, pulled out his wand and pointed at Harry's hair, and the wet black hair dried instantly.

Harry mumbled thanks, walked over to the sofa and threw himself into the seat.

Neither of them spoke, and after a moment of silence, Harry suddenly said, "Professor."

"what?"

"Can we be together forever?" He was a little uncertain.

Snape's eyes moved to Harry's face, and after looking at Harry like this for a while, he said slowly, "What kind of confidence makes Mr. Ravens feel..."

Harry had a hunch that nothing good would come next.

His premonition came true.

"—he can play with his professor at will?" Snape finished.

"...Professor," Harry said weakly, "maybe you got it wrong?"

Snape smirked, "I don't think so."

Harry stared at Snape, and two seconds later, he collapsed on his seat with a smile: "Well, Professor, that's what you said - when I graduate, we can go to the Ministry of Magic."

Snape answered Harry with the expression that should have been.

Harry dawdled for a moment, then he straightened up and cleared his throat: "Well, Severus, I know my problem, I haven't been quite used to-"

"Anyone around?" Snape said.

"You don't need to be so direct." Harry was a little depressed, and he said it like he had completely failed the first 24 years.

Snape was noncommittal.

Harry went on: "I'll try, though - give me a moment, Professor, will you?"

"Will you come to me next time?" Snape asked, and he added, "Will you tell me in advance?"

Harry took a deep breath: "If I said I didn't come here before, half of the reason was because of vanity - I didn't want you to see any bad and weak sides of me - would you believe me, Professor."

"I do," said Snape, "but I'd rather see all of you, all the good and the bad, the perfect and the imperfect."

——Only in this way, the closer I am, the more afraid I will lose; the closer I am, the more panicked and unable to grasp.

——You never know how fascinating you are.

The flame in the fireplace suddenly rose, and Dumbledore's head appeared in it.

Snape and Harry turned to the fireplace at the same time.

"Severus," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, but his blue eyes were sharp behind the glasses, "it happens that Harry is here too, can I trouble you to come to my office for a while?"

Snape's face darkened.

Harry was only thankful that he and Snape weren't running errands in the living room - he had, in fact, really, thought about it at first...

"Well," Harry?Guilty?Ravens coughed and quickly answered, "Professor Dumbledore, what's the matter?"

"There is indeed one thing that needs to be decided by you." Dumbledore replied.

Harry was puzzled.But such doubts did not last long, and he soon understood what Dumbledore meant: Professor Riddle asked for Harry?Ravens assists with the Triwizard Tournament.

Voldemort decided to involve the Savior in his evil plan and asked for the consent of the Savior and the White Wizard.

Nothing could be more ridiculous, Harry thought... oh, and there was one more.That was the Dark Lord and the White Wizard seeking advice from the Savior—in Dumbledore's office, the old man sitting behind the desk looked at Harry and asked, "Harry, what do you think?"

Harry subconsciously looked at Snape, Snape's face was so gloomy that it could almost shave off the frost.

He looked at Dumbledore again, and Dumbledore pointed at his fingertips, but he didn't say anything clearly.

As for the last Voldemort, he just sat gracefully in his seat, as if no matter what the outcome was, it didn't matter much to him.

Harry didn't think long.

He quickly gave an answer.

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90

90. Expose...

The final candidate of the Triwizard Tournament is exactly the same as last time, except that he will no longer participate.

But Harry doesn't care much about that anymore, in fact he's even a bit confused about his own affairs - well, yes, he agreed to Voldemort, and feels like becoming 'second-in-command in the Triwizard Tournament' - or ' Voldemort's second-in-command' - this incident, made his life a mess.

——Oh, you said you refused?

Come on, don't be silly, Dumbledore is hinting.

He couldn't think of any reason why he refused.

...he has held on for so long.

Another Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over, and Harry was about to pack up and leave, but saw Voldemort's 'go' signal on the podium.

Harry cursed a few words in a muffled voice in his throat, and walked up reluctantly.

Voldemort said a few words to Harry on the podium, then he gave Harry something, and then left.

Harry frowned at the authorized signature in his hand.

Draco saw the opportunity and came to Harry's side: "What's wrong?"

"Let me take care of the first project stuff for him," Harry replied.

Draco said enviously: "You can know what it is in advance? Professor Riddle really trusts you, Harry."

Harry hit the nail on the head: "He just uses me as a handyman."

"If it's such a handyman, I'm willing." Draco answered quickly.

"Come on," Harry said impatiently. He walked out, but before he could actually leave the classroom, he received a present wrapped in pink wrapping paper.

Then came the second, and then the third...

When Harry went down the stairs and approached the Gryffindor tower, he already had more than double-digit gifts in his arms.

"...Merlin, who will tell me what's going on?" Harry asked angrily, stuffing things into Draco's arms.

Draco dropped them to Crabbe and Goyle behind him.He asked back with dissatisfaction: "I think this sentence should be returned to yourself. Why are you impatient? Because of Professor Riddle's mission?"

"No - not really," Harry replied, pausing for a moment. "I'm just a little tired."

Draco wasn't satisfied, but his face softened because of it: "Halloween is almost here."

"Almost there? Come on, there's still half a month left." Harry said with a wry smile, controlling his emotions.

"—well, I think," Draco shrugged, "they're just looking for some reason to give presents to—" He turned his head and picked one at random, "Professor Riddle."

"Let me hand it over?" Harry's expression was wonderful.

"I think so," Draco said.

Harry didn't know what to say, if these gifts were for him - oh, oh, of course he wouldn't take them - just for him to pass on to Voldemort... well, Harry admits he was in a worse mood up.

If the purpose of his asking me to be his assistant is to make me go round and round, to drive a wedge between me and the professor, and to hurt my self-confidence...very good, he succeeded!

He actually succeeded in all of them!

"But one is yours." Draco found out another gift and comforted him.

Harry said weakly, "Thanks, though I don't feel any joy."

Draco smiled unceremoniously, and he pointed to the Slytherin lounge: "Go back?"

"I've got something to do," said Harry.

Draco turned and entered the lounge, and Crabbe and Goyle, who followed him, returned the things to Harry and left.

Harry groaned, and was about to get rid of things first, when he saw a person sneaking around in the corner—he simply walked over: "Il, what's the matter?"

Yi Er took a look at the lounge first: "He's gone?"

Harry's eyes told El that it was true.

Il looked at Harry -- the thing in his arms sympathetically: "What's wrong?"

"You don't want to know." Harry sighed, finally freeing his hand to straighten things in his arms.

"Okay then," said Il, "Lily and James asked if you would come back."

"Christmas?" said Harry, who hesitated for a moment before nodding firmly. "Of course, I'll be back."

After completing the task, Il was obviously not in a bad mood. He smiled at Harry, stayed for a while and the two talked, and then turned and left.

Harry followed to Snape's office.He knocked on the closed door.

The door was opened, and Snape, who was wearing a long black robe, raised his eyebrows when he saw the gift in Harry's arms.

Harry didn't care at all, he showed a bright smile at the other party, and said cheerfully: "How about some greetings, Professor?"

"15 minutes ago, I saw a female student stuffing something into Mr. Ravens' arms." Snape said critically, "You want me to give you a welcome gift for a 15-minute meeting?"

"Don't be so fussy, Professor," Harry muttered disapprovingly.

Snape stared at Harry for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed Harry.

Harry was taken aback, but he quickly responded that he didn't really mind doing it in an empty hallway that much - he'd already done it once anyway.

Snape knew he should draw the man closer to the office first, but between the two of them exchanging breaths, it was unclear what held him back - or the bright eyes looking at him, or the alluring Great taste, or maybe it's just that pile of 'Harry?Ravens' gift...

Anyway, Snape was slow for a while, he pressed the man against the wall, and saw the reddish face on the other side clearly.

Then, Harry and Snape.

They all heard a dry 'wow' coming from behind Snape, around the corner in the hallway...

Someone is there.

91

91. Triwizard Tournament ([-])...

Reflexively, Harry pushed Snape away and turned to look where the voice came from - Snape didn't care about Harry's movement, in fact he did the same.

And then they saw it together, slumped around the corner, with its mouth wide open like a stupid stone statue--the kind that doesn't have the slightest artistry.

Harry is not very good at describing his mood at this time - of course there is shock, and panic is not special, but apart from these two emotions, he is also quietly relieved in his heart - no matter what, If this matter is really going to be exposed, Ill can always be regarded as a better candidate, right?

The incident happened suddenly, but Harry didn't stay still—in fact, neither did Snape—he took a step ahead of the elders, and raised his voice to break the silence: "Il?"

Earl finally came back to his senses.

At this time, Harry still kept his back against the wall, half-circled by Snape in the circle formed by his arm and the wall.

El opened his mouth, he was about to say something, but a clear gasp came out first.

Harry's expression also became subtle, he raised his hand to hold Snape's hand, but at the same time pulled away the other's arm, and took a step in the direction of Il: "Il, listen to me first— "

El responded by taking an immediate step back and taking another sharp breath.

Harry sensed that he was unclean from the other person's expression-of course the idea was ridiculous-and he tried to speak in a calm and rational voice, but El didn't give him the chance.

He turned and ran away, just as Harry took his second step.

"..." Harry was really silent this time.He felt vaguely angry, and such anger made his tone stiff when talking to Snape: "Professor, I'm going to find him, you—"

"Me what?" Snape asked quietly.

This kind of calmness is of course no problem in ordinary times, but now?Harry couldn't tell if something was wrong, but the awareness of 'something wrong' made him shake off the anger quickly.He firmly shook the man's hand that was still held by him, and said in the most sincere tone: "Professor, nothing will happen. I promise."

Snape looked at Harry.

Looking at those dark, deep eyes, Harry thought for a moment that the other party was going to say something to him, and he could even clearly see the tiredness and helplessness in those eyes... But the next moment, Snape Withdrawing his hand, his tone was flat: "Then you have to hurry up, or according to Gryffindor's personality——I don't have any hope."

Harry froze for a moment, he hesitated a bit: "Professor...?"

"What?" Snape asked.

"You like me?" Harry asked.

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Of course." He replied.

"Me too," said Harry, wanting to put his arms around Snape, but the pile of presents in his arms - oh, who cares?Harry thought rudely in his heart, and really rudely threw things all over the floor - then he leaned forward, gave Snape a hard ring, and finally said, "It's all right, trust me, Professor .”

He turned and walked away quickly, looking for Il.

Snape was the only one left in the long empty corridor.

The bustle that happened here just now disappeared like an illusory bubble, and only scattered gifts on the ground proved that things really happened... Of course, there is also the warmth left in his arms.

But that is only a residue, and it will eventually disappear.

Harry found Il at the observatory—it wasn't too difficult, just ask a few more Hogwarts students.

It was noon at this time, and there was no one else on the observatory. Il was sitting in a trance, leaning against a telescope. He heard Harry's footsteps walking in. After looking up at him expressionlessly, the first sentence The words are: "Did you catch up and let me keep it a secret? Do you need a contract?"

No matter how angry he was, Harry couldn't laugh or cry at this moment.He walked up to Il and sat down, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, don't be stupid, it's not something shameful."

El turned to look at Harry.

Harry smiled at the other: "Sn... Severus is someone I like, and you are my family, Il. I wouldn't and don't want to hurt either of you for the sake of the other."

Ill's tense expression relaxed, he scratched his messy hair, and his expression began to become terrified and embarrassed: "Harry... I'm just, a little-um, frightened."

"Understandable." Harry said sincerely, if someone told him that in his last life, he would definitely think that the other person was crazy and give him something nice.And if he himself is like this, what position does he have to blame Yi Er?

Earl relaxes even more.He scratched at his hair, buried his face in his palms and rubbed it vigorously, and then said to Harry in a tone of awe of the resurrection of the dead: "What did you just say? You and Snape... huh?"

"I like him." Harry followed suit, already noticing that there was no one else around.

"Merlin's pants!" Il immediately yelled, and then he asked reluctantly, "Well, you... I mean, he is the same?"

"I think so," said Harry.

"Then your relationship?"

"Lover?" Harry shrugged.

"No, I mean, you guys have developed to..." Il stammered.

"..."

"Hey," said Il disapprovingly, "I guess I know? Harry—brother!"

"Well—well," said Harry reluctantly, "we... just... went to bed. If that's what you want to know."

Yi Er's expression was weird for a moment, as if he was complacent about knowing a secret.But soon, his expression became serious and worried again: "Harry, you know? The thing about Snape and our dad..."

Harry smiled and said, "Trust me, I know exactly what I'm doing."

"...Okay," Il hesitated, "When did you start?"

Harry was a little taken aback.When did it start?It seems like they just came together naturally...

"I don't know," said Harry honestly. "It was two years ago, but I think I got used to Professor Snape before that."

"Why?" Il asked puzzledly, "You two are so different in age, and Snape... well, I really don't see what's so good about him." Il said honestly, and then added, " Not all of Gryffindor."

Harry laughed: "I just like him." He thought for a while, "Or... I feel more at ease by his side."

"You know what I thought of?" El asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Earl said immediately, "You just need a family, Harry! What you did to Snape—"

"Professor Snape," Harry added to Il.

Il got stuck, but he continued immediately: "——The infatuation is only derived from the need for family. You can choose anyone, as long as the other party makes you feel at home."

Il looked at Harry anxiously.

Harry laughed lowly: "Well, maybe you're right, I just need a home. But do you think anyone can make me feel at home? In fact, it's only him, Il."

Earl was speechless.

Harry took the opportunity to say, "May I ask you to keep it a secret, Il."

"A request?" El asked.

"Please." Harry replied in the affirmative.

Il lowered his head weakly, and scratched his head again: "Harry, what are you going to do? Just like this...keep hiding it?"

"Of course not," said Harry. "I'll tell Lily and James in two years."

Earl breathed a sigh of relief.But then he felt something was wrong - why not 'public' but 'tell Lily and James'?He asked cautiously, "Are you prepared for two years from now?"

Harry pretended not to hear again.

El glared at Harry.

"Well," said Harry, "well... just... maybe... then we'll go to the Ministry of Magic."

"What are you going to the Ministry of Magic for?" Il asked in a daze.

Harry coughed uncomfortably, turned his eyes away and said, "Register, and then... get married."

El was silent.

Harry waited for a while, he was a little strange, turned his head, and saw Il standing up staggeringly, holding his head in one hand and the binoculars in the other, weakly muttering to himself: "Oh, Merlin, I Must not have woken up, must not have woken up... Are you punishing me? For my years of impiety..."

Harry couldn't laugh or cry.

No one noticed that a mouse in the corner slipped away quietly along the base of the wall.

The days passed quickly. In the last period of time, Harry secretly met with Dumbledore a few times, but Dumbledore did not tell Harry anything. He just took Harry out. ——such as the Forbidden Forest, such as the beach where the Horcruxes were placed where they once went—to chat in places.And it’s not important or coherent to talk about, but to talk about whatever comes to mind, such as black magic, such as the current situation, and more like... the taste of the new candy from the Bee Duke store.

Harry had absolutely no idea what these conversations meant, but he cooperated with Dumbledore in doing everything Dumbledore wanted him to do - until the Triwizard Tournament officially began.

The arrival of this day made Hogwarts lively.

The venue was set up early, and the stands were crowded with students and teachers. At a glance, there were excited and expectant smiling faces everywhere, and someone had already started betting on the first brave man who stood out.

Thanks to his status as a 'Triwizard Tournament Assistant', Harry doesn't have to fight for a better spot like the other students - in fact, he's flying low around the field on a broomstick , do a final check.

Business as usual.

Harry gestured to another wizard who was inspecting, then pulled up his broom and flew slowly to the outside of the arena.He still had to report to Voldemort about work—fuck work!

Harry thought angrily that he had come outside the Ministry of Magic personnel's tent, but unexpectedly heard a voice coming from inside.

One is Voldemort's.

And the other one is thin and small, like the squeak of a mouse...

Harry remembered.

It's Peter Pettigrew!

"Master, sir," Wormtail said eagerly, as light as light, through the cracks in the tent