HP Dark Hero

Potter took control of the body carefully.Compared to his own, this body was very powerful, and it always took Potter a little time to get used to the feeling that every part was overflowing with power.The slightly uncomfortable illusion made him heave a sigh of relief. The fact that he could not easily get used to other people's bodies made him feel at ease.

He got up and pushed open the door, and the huge bear-like black dog that was lying beside the door immediately stood up. The big dog was momentarily confused, then quickly wagged its tail violently, spun around excitedly, and longed for the direction of the gate of Potter Manor.

"I know you recognize me, Sirius," Potter was equally happy, and he put his arms around the dog's neck and gave it a friendly rub, "but you can't leave the manor."

Padfoot's black dog ears drooped, and his big wet black eyes looked at Potter pitifully, and found that Potter had no intention of agreeing, and even arched his body around his feet like a feline and began to circle a figure eight.

It's a pity that Sirius ignored his size after transforming into a beast. This kind of action may be really cute for a kitten, but a big dog...just arched Potter almost lost his footing and was pushed to the ground by the big dog.Considering the size and the weight of the food prepared by Xixi, if he was stepped on by a big dog, several bones would have to be broken!

"Sirius, we can't go out." Potter was silent for a while, bent down and rubbed the big dog's ears, and said in a low voice: "Now, my body is gone, and my soul is in another Harry... I don't know how the Phoenix Society Do?"

The big dog whimpered softly, tilted his head and looked at Potter suspiciously, but there was a trace of thought in his eyes.

Potter felt uneasy about the future.Had the Order of the Phoenix chosen to retrieve Potter's body if they had found him?When there is a more powerful and experienced savior in front of us?But Potter had already sensed from the way Harry harbored the two of them, living in the Potter Manor almost in isolation, that Harry wasn't someone who would simply nod and follow orders from the Order of the Phoenix...if they thought Harry wouldn't cooperate...

But many parts of these things are still undecided, and it is better to let it go for a while than to worry about it, at least wait patiently for Sirius to recover.

"Let's go, let's go to the back garden to see the unicorns, and then we have to answer letters to Ron and Mione, do some homework, there are a lot of things to do." Potter stood up and led Padfoot, who was wagging his tail happily, out of the room , but caught a tiny flash of light in the corner of his eye.

Potter suspiciously picked up a string of chains that accidentally fell out of his pocket. The string was encrusted with a small amethyst or something, probably Harry's belongings. Potter was worried that he would lose it while running, and he even planned to fly a hand to avoid losing it. He placed the chain gently on the table, and forgot about it after leaving the bedroom.

In the distance, a noble and luxurious aristocratic manor, it is clearly a sunny day, but it feels gloomy and cold for no reason, and even suspects that there is a layer of grievances that cannot be seen with the naked eye, howling and crying in despair for years .

However, this is just an illusion—but it is not the manor itself that brings this illusion.This is just a manor of a declining nobleman, it can only be said to be dilapidated, and there is no ancestor curse.

It was only a wizard who brought this atmosphere.

He is sitting on the high-backed chair in the middle of the main study room at this moment, all the light is blocked by the dark and heavy velvet curtains, only a pair of bloody snake eyes can be seen in the dark room, looking indifferently and condescendingly The subordinates kneeling on the ground.

The wizard, who was covered in a black cloak, tensed his body, only a strand of platinum-blond hair fell out.He didn't dare move an inch, Lucius had been stared at so silently by Voldemort for such a long time that he almost doubted that he had crossed the line between life and death.

"...Lucius, my loyal follower," the treacherous and terrifying voice made Lucius almost think that the other party was speaking in Parseltongue, "Have you found out who moved my mark?"

"MyLord, we have checked all the Death Eaters, tested them one by one according to the spell you gave, and found nothing..."

"No?" Voldemort repeated gently, as if savoring the two words, pointing his pale and slender fingers: "——Cruciate!"

Lucius immediately felt a sharp pain and fell to the ground convulsively!His eyeballs were bulging, his slender fingers kept scratching the ground, and the corners of his mouth had been bitten to the point of blood. He twitched his limbs on the dirty ground in pain, almost eager to scream and reach out. Squeeze your own heart to escape this torture!But he didn't dare to make a sound—otherwise, what was waiting for him was definitely not just this...

As if for a moment, and as if for several years, Voldemort slowly lifted the punishment. Lucius ignored the throbbing nerves all over his body, and tremblingly returned to his original posture of submission, not even reaching out his hand to the cold sweat that was rubbing dust on his pale face. to wipe.

"I've identified all the Death Eaters, but I haven't found them... Can I think that this is directly suspicious of me? I suspect that it's just my delusional delusion?" Voldemort said softly, stroking Nagini beside him, The giant snake coiled around the high-backed chair, extremely ominous.

Lucius forced himself to swallow several mouthfuls of bloody saliva to ease the stiffness in his throat, "Absolutely not, MyLord."

"Lucius, you know, I have always used you the most because you have the ability to make me reuse..." Voldemort changed his tone and said sharply, "Don't let me down, Lucius! Go find, find the one who is not dying The disciple, but the one who moved the mark---"

"Yes, MyLord!" He replied calmly, Voldemort waved his hand, Lucius snapped, and the Apparatus left there.

In Malfoy Manor, in a small room that only Lucius knew and had the authority to transfer apparitions, Lucius fell heavily on the ground out of nowhere, he shook his hands from He took out a simple and ordinary small round bottle from his arms and downed it in one gulp.

In a few seconds, Lucius relaxed and felt the pain of the Cruciatus Curse be quickly eased, and a pleasant coolness swam through his body.

"Severus is definitely the top potion master in the world..." Lucius muttered, letting himself lie in a state of filth and filth, which was extremely rare, "Even this powerful relieving potion was researched by him." Knowing when Severus came up with the formula, this gloomy and indifferent best friend gave him this little round bottle that wasn't Malfoy at all, and said lightly that it was for the Cruciatus Curse. Although Lucius disliked it, he still carried it with him anyway. Today, he is a dead horse as a living horse doctor. After trying it, he will find out the effectiveness of this potion. It is definitely worth spending thousands of Galleons--if thousands of Galleons can be made by Severus if.

Lucius got up from the ground, gave himself a clean-up, tidied up his appearance, his blond hair was meticulous, and he held up the nobleness of the Malfoy master again.

Stepping through the door, he was the Malfoy's head again.

He needs to support his family, and showing weakness or embarrassment is not allowed.

Malfoy's dignity cannot be trampled on - Lucius suddenly thought of the moody Voldemort, he knew Lucius Malfoy, if he wanted to get his support, he would never treat the proud Malfoy with the Unforgivable Curse, but today for such a trivial matter...

If it wasn't that the moody Voldemort was not far from complete madness, it was...the so-called 'moving the mark' didn't mean touching the mark to disturb Voldemort, but it meant - being able to 'modify' the mark, or even 'remove' the mark!

If this speculation is correct... Lucius Malfoy scowled, eyes piercing.

Maybe it's time for him to consider a different partner.