[HP] Moonlight Lingling

Forbidden laughter.

"We seem to have interrupted a friendly meeting between parents and daughter-in-law, Gellert?" said the voice of a slightly unfamiliar young man.

"I think... yes. And it's my... 'grandson' who brought his girlfriend to his parents."

They turned their heads and saw two strange young men.One has blond hair and blue eyes, and the other has reddish brown hair, and his blue eyes are shining.

"Mr. Grindelwald and...Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Harry is so smart," Gellert said with a smile.

"Thank you Severus for the age-reducing potion kindly provided." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Gellert touched the head of "Phobos" with a smile, "Phobos, I am very satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law."

"..." Harry was already out of temper by this family.

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"Dear Cynthia, whose idea is transgender candy?"

"Ahahaha, Harry, the sun is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

"Hmm, yes, the sun is shining brightly. Don't try to change the subject."

"Harry... ummmm, no, don't..."

"Cynthia..."

So, as it turns out, don't just gossip about a boy with a dark belly, especially if he's your boyfriend.The result is that you are guaranteed to be pushed over and eaten clean.

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Soon came the third item.

Cynthia started missing out two weeks before the games, she dropped out of training sessions with Harry and often returned after Harry's.Ron also secretly told Harry to be careful that Cynthia fell in love with others, but when he and Harry found out that Hermione had disappeared together, they were not calm. ——Cynthia had given Harry the map a long time ago, when she heard that Death Eaters had been mixed into the Triwizard Tournament.

They got everything ready - put a tracking spell on Harry, and a bunch of defensive jewelry, and got him a Muggle silenced pistol - thanks to Hermione, she

His parents were dentists with connections to certain military and political figures.

Draco still didn't dare to touch them in the open because of his parents' orders, so he found fault with Harry again before the game, and gave him a Malfoy family's defensive tiepin - Harry put it on with black lines all over his head. Clipped to his sleeve.

Who wears a tie when going to war? ! !

Cynthia took Harry to the Room of Requirement the day before the game.

"Cynthia, what's the matter?" Harry looked at her suspiciously.He sensitively found that the movements of Cynthia's hands seemed a little unnatural.

"what happened to your hand?"

"No, it's nothing." She laughed and waved her right hand, "Isn't it all right?"

Harry had apparently noticed that it seemed to be her left hand that was the problem, and she didn't intend to worry him before the final battle, so she didn't ask too many questions.

"Did you bring me here to say something?" Harry thoughtfully changed the subject.

Cynthia took out a pair of earrings from her pouch.

"...That's why I told Cynthia not to give me such feminine defensive jewelry!"

"No, Harry!" She ignored Harry's objection and made Harry sit down. She stood and put the earrings on for Harry.

Harry felt that Cynthia's emotions seemed out of order, so he was unwilling to resist her.

It's just an earring, nothing wrong with it.he thinks.

Cynthia was standing and Harry was sitting.She bent down beside him and stroked his earlobe lightly.

Harry seemed to smell her fragrance.Slightly cold hands caressed his earlobes, and he felt that his nervousness seemed to have goosebumps.

In midsummer, Cynthia's hands were still a little cold, which made Harry want to hug her in his arms.

She is nervous.

Before he could think any further, he only felt a pain in his left ear, and she put the earring on his ear.

Next is the right ear.

After putting the studs on, she flicked her wand, and Harry's ears were instantly healed.

"This is a gadget that Hermione and I made after we went to Ravenclaw Tower to find information. If you don't like it, don't wear it after tomorrow." She gently stroked Harry's earlobe, which had healed

It was almost impossible to tell that it was something she had just put on him.

"What's the use of that?" Harry asked.He reached out and touched the small earring, feeling that it seemed to be a round gemstone.

"I use emeralds. It has no special function, but it can reproduce the images you saw during the battle." With a smile on her face, she seemed to think there was no major problem.

"Is there really only this reappearance function?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"According to Hermione, it's probably called... live broadcast?" Cynthia tilted her head.

"Yes, live broadcast." Harry nodded, "But there will be a lot of Death Eaters there, and probably a lot of Slytherin elders you are familiar with. Do you really want to watch?"

"It's not just me, my father and the others also want to see it~" she said as she knelt down and kissed the corner of Harry's lips lightly.

"By the way, and when the enemy can't handle it, remember to take it off and throw it out, and give it a 'split'..."

Such Cynthia made Harry feel very uncertain.

He pulled Cynthia into his arms and sat her on his lap.

"Cynthia, I feel that something is wrong with you today. What's wrong? Does this have any other effect?"

"Really not..." She whispered, kissing his neck from the corner of his lips.She hugged him, her lips gradually moved down, and gently kissed his Adam's apple.

"Cynthia!" Harry was unprepared, and suddenly she touched his sensitive part.He thought he must be blushing.

"Harry..." She looked up and gave him a look - Harry thought he saw tears in her eyes.

Harry lifted her chin slightly - he knew that Cynthia was nervous and afraid that he would never come back.

***************This is the dividing line for pulling the lamp and placing the bed curtain**********************

The night passed and Harry woke up.

When he saw Cynthia sleeping next to him, his heart was filled with tenderness and pity.

I hope he comes back safe and sound, Harry thought. He didn't want to lose Cynthia, and he didn't want Cynthia to lose him.

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Afterwards, Harry carried Cynthia to the bathroom that popped up next to him.

He washed her gently and put her back on the soft bed.

Seeing her sleepy face with no intention, he sighed and kissed her forehead lightly.

Cynthia, I will definitely be back.

With one last look back at her, he left the Room of Requirement.

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The third project started, and Harry was the first to enter the maze because of the highest score.

With the help of that unknown Death Eater, he made it all the way and soon approached the finish line.He heard Fleur scream once, followed by her red light for help.And he saw Krum knocked down at another intersection.

He came to the finish line.

Harry closed his eyes, cheered himself up, and grabbed the trophy.He felt a navel hooked—it was a portkey.

He opened his eyes.

There was a desolate and dark place in front of him, which looked like a gloomy cemetery.

Before Harry could react, he was roughly pushed to the ground by someone, and he felt himself being tied to something. —his wand was taken.

Someone cut his arm with a knife.Although he knew it was because Voldemort needed his blood to be resurrected, he still couldn't help but feel scared.

He kept feeling like he was having a terrible nightmare.Voldemort revived in front of him, and he was confronted with a ghastly pale, bloodless snake face.

This Voldemort used Hufflepuff's gold cup and the soul fragments from Nagini, but his main thought was controlled by the main soul.

Harry's head was a little confused from the blood loss, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters who had returned because of his summoning were laughing wildly on the sidelines.

Just when he was unable to think because of the severe pain in his head, he suddenly heard several voices.

"Harry, hang in there. We'll always be with you."

It was Sirius' voice.

"Harry, I'm waiting for you to come back."

Cynthia said her voice seemed to be crying.

His mind seemed a little clearer.It was the sound from the earrings Cynthia had put on him.

"How did you do it?" He knew he wasn't capable of dealing with Voldemort alone, so he changed the subject to delay.

"How? Because of my lovely servants, of course!" Voldemort let out a shrill laugh, as if mocking the stupidity of Harry's question.

"How did they get into the Triwizard Tournament?" He tried to force himself to remain calm.

"Thanks to my dear Barty!" He looked at the man Harry had seen before - he was running away constantly, his hair was messy and his face was haggard, he was only in his 30s, but now he looked very similar His dead father, like a man in his 50s. "He took control of that idiot named Bagman and used the Triwizard Cup to bring you to me."

"My lord, you are too high!" He prostrated himself on the ground with great emotion, and kissed Voldemort's robe feet lightly.

"Master!"