HP Dark Hero

In the dead of night, in a certain room in the Gryffindor Tower, among a group of sleeping lion cubs, the black-haired boy opened his eyes. His emerald-like eyes were full of sobriety, but they looked like an extremely realistic wax figure. Except for the slight ups and downs of his chest, he maintained his sleeping posture without any movement.

Harry woke up with his eyes open for a while, and finally slowly returned to his body, suspecting that it would take him a while to get used to it before he could move normally.

Since Potter would actively retreat to the deepest part of his consciousness to rest at night, if Harry didn't take over, there was almost no difference between this body and being in a deep coma at night. Harry wondered how Ron would react if he found him lying flat and still.

Half an hour later, Harry successfully took control of his body.Moving in the consciousness space is undoubtedly much easier, like a fish leisurely in the sea, but at this moment he feels as if he is forced to come to land, the weight of his whole body can almost break his back.Compared with a few months ago, at this moment he felt tired just after entering his body, Harry couldn't help moving his limbs and joints, and casually lamented in his heart that a peaceful life leads to depravity, and there is a complete lack of exercise.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his glasses when he came across something.He moved his wand, which was dimly lit, closer, and looked at the box that hadn't been there earlier.

The square box is about the size of a small pizza box, and the packaging is exquisite. The dark purple outer box is dotted with gold threads, which seem to flow and delicately outline beautiful patterns.The Honeydukes logo on the side of the box is specially designed, and the silver bee icon flies around the logo, which looks like a silver dot if you don't look closely.

It was obviously a special gift, and since he had no memory of it, it must have been a gift for Potter.

Harry looked at the outer box, and opened it without hesitation.As he expected, there were more than [-] kinds of chocolates inside, each with different tastes and designs.He carefully observed the patterns on each piece of chocolate and the order in which they were placed, carefully calculated in his mind, and finally selected one of the chocolates, took it out, and broke it in half skillfully.

The chocolate is hollow and falls out in a tiny roll.

This is a form of communication that Blaise used to use in the past. It was sent by a public owl. It looked like a gift box from an owl shopping. In addition to placing chocolates in a certain order, the hidden messages would also be kept secret through special spells.

Harry thought that little Potter should have received it during a meal in the auditorium, and wondered if there was a gift that was ridiculed as an admirer, while casting a restoration spell on the note.Surprisingly, the note remained unchanged.

'...a lot of trouble, just for a note? Harry thought in confusion, unwrapping the string on the top and unfolding it, the handwriting on the small piece of parchment was a bit messy, the other party seemed to be in a hurry or finished it in a hurry.

It just says, 'Don't go alone, take me'

……

Harry looked over and over, and tried several spells to try to find the hidden message, but he could only helplessly confirm that there was really only this sentence on the piece of paper, and it wasn't even a password.

…was he doing anything with Blaise?

Harry frowned, thinking for a long time and still got nothing, so he had to put this question aside for the time being.

A cluster of sparks destroyed the note neatly, and Harry reached out to grab Potter's invisibility cloak in the suitcase under the bed—he was very familiar with the location of the cloak these days—but he accidentally knocked over it together with the cloak. A small box stuffed under the bed together.

The black velvet box fell to the ground and opened the buckle. Harry grabbed the small box just in time, but the contents slipped past his fingertips, and a crown with scorched black marks rolled around in a circle before stopping.

Harry quickly put the diadem back into the box, at least it was a former Horcrux a few days ago... and determined to find a place to hide it as soon as possible before making any plans.Putting the most heinous evil dark magic items in a place full of little wizards, he can only blame him for sleeping under the hood that day, and after that... forget about it.

'Major mistake!One hundred points for reckless Gryffindor. ' Harry muttered inwardly.

With the cloak of invisibility hanging on, Harry nimbly slipped out of the room, glanced at the decorative mirror by the corridor by chance, and straightened his clothes against the narrow mirror, making sure that no part of the cloak was exposed.With his slender fingertips, he opened his collar, and Harry lightly touched the weird mark that had appeared on his collarbone for no reason a few days ago. The small bruise had faded a lot, and now it was only a faint red mark, which looked more and more ambiguous.

"Private life, private life..." Thinking of the same unknown bruise on his shoulder, Harry felt a headache, "Are witches so wild and direct these days?Or, the little savior still remembers that this is my body? '

But the situation of the little savior's friendship has nothing to do with him, Harry just reminded himself to remember to confirm who the little savior is... or who, so as not to damage Potter's interpersonal relationship due to his negligence. The 16-year-old little savior is so capable, so he just turned over this page.

Taking out the hand of glory and lighting the candle, Harry whispered the slogan, and from the portrait of the fat lady who woke up in the middle of the night with a bewildered expression, he quickly left the tower like a feline.

Harry searched for most of the night in the first area. After dozens of days of hard work, he basically confirmed the regularity of the placement here, and the search speed became faster and faster.I study hard day by day, but I get nothing day by day.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer unidentified books, he began to wonder if there was no solution to his problems with Potter.

They are extremely rare special cases, only heard that the soul entered the empty shell to inherit the identity of the original owner, and even expelled the soul of the original owner to replace the other party.But they were all Harry Potter, from the same source, and their souls coexisted independently... Harry leaned against the bookshelf, carefully closed the books on his lap, and let out a long, depressing sigh in his heart.

In order to put the book back, Harry lazily held the book and extended his arms. The sudden weakness in his wrist made his fingertips loosen. Harry watched helplessly as the corners of the thick hardcover book enlarged in his field of vision, and then slammed He licked his forehead and fell aside.

Harry's face was full of astonishment, warm moisture flowed down his cheeks, and he reached out his hand to touch it, his palm was full of blood.

However, the black-haired wizard just wiped his face with his cuff, and then checked the books—most of the books in the □□ area contained powerful magic power, and it was not surprising that the black magic book in his hand had some kind of curse.There is nothing odd about books.

He looked at his hands, checked them over and over again, made a few stretching movements, smoothly and freely, then put his fingertips on the book, and simply manipulated the book to float up and return to its original position, thoughtfully.

The warning spell at the entrance of the library was suddenly triggered, Harry withdrew his thoughts, extinguished his glorious hands and jumped up from the ground, but the moment he stood up, he was overwhelmed by a strong sense of dizziness, his whole body lost strength as if his soul had come out of his body, and he staggered and fell heavily to the ground In front of him, he only had time to pull up the invisibility cloak on the side to cover himself.

The wound on the forehead was severely injured again in a very short period of time, and blood flowed into the eyes, making half of the vision red.Barely suppressing his shortness of breath due to his physical condition, Harry narrowed his eyes and stared at the door.

The door of the library was pushed open a thin crack, and in Harry's gradually blurred vision, he saw a man with a lamp in his hand, looking at the door.

"Who the hell is doing graffiti on the corridor... I, Filch, caught him, and he must try my meticulously preserved punishment instruments..." Filch complained, looking at the library with a pair of cloudy and malicious eyes, The protruding eye glanced around a few times and happened to stop on a bookshelf near Harry.

As if smelling something wrong, the other party walked towards here.

"Oh, damn it," Harry hooked the wand into his hand little by little with all his strength and clenched it tightly, not noticing that the thin ring on his wrist was stained with blood, and the snake-like thin The narrow pupils of the ring flashed red light.

When Filch's eyes widened nervously, and there were only a few dozen steps away from Harry, the sound of metal hitting the ground suddenly came from the corridor outside. The loud noise was mixed with a few young playful sounds and tragic meows. Qi immediately turned and left frantically.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, the moment he relaxed, his eyes turned black, the effectiveness of the Warmth Charm gradually receded, and the bitter coldness in the middle of winter night scraped his bones like a blade, and the biting chill crawled up most of his body that was close to the ground. , snatching every trace of warmth from his body.

At least he's the only one here, and he's inside Hogwarts, so there's no possibility of being attacked for the time being... Harry almost closed his eyes tiredly, but he saw someone slipping into the library and seemed to be looking for something. Hastily ran towards him.

"...ter, Potter───!?"

……Who?

A platinum-gold light flashed before Harry's eyes, and then his eyes went black, and he fell into a coma.

He didn't notice a thin and tall figure beside the door panting low, as if galloping all the way.The visitor's eyes showed a trace of panic and anxiety that could not be completely hidden, but he just watched the Slytherin pull off a blood-stained invisibility cloak, and eagerly whispered to the unconscious man.

The thin black-haired boy was pale, the wound on his forehead was still bleeding, and he was unconscious.

He clenched his fists, retracted his almost fixed gaze, gritted his teeth and turned away with difficulty.