HP Dark Hero

?Blaise Zabini was absent-mindedly patrolling while in a daze, checking the status of each first-year wizard's cauldron and making sure they hadn't cheated in any way.

The end of June ushered in the final exam week of this school year. In order not to fail the subject, all the students tried their best, and this was obviously reflected in the spells that often failed or suddenly exploded with excessive force.

As for potion science, it went smoother than before.

Slughorn chose a relatively mild way of examination for the cubs who first entered Hogwarts - written examination.And if you are confident in yourself, you can also apply for the challenge of making scabies potion as a bonus.

Blaise oversaw the bonus exams for the young wizards, in case anyone accidentally threw the porcupine quill in by forgetting to remove the cauldron.

However, he was a little absent-minded, focusing more on Harry who was completely disconnected, and tasting the increasingly familiar emotion of worry--before he met Harry, he really didn't know that it was such an anxious emotion .

Harry hadn't been in the right mood when he left, and Blaise suspected that Harry would be asking for trouble, adding more wounds, more bruises.

Blaise sighed, forcing himself to put these emotions away, and at the same time wondering whether he should find a chance to meet Potter in private later—just then, the classroom door was suddenly knocked open.

Blaise flicked a petrification spell vigilantly, and comforted the flustered little wizards loudly: "Don't be nervous, pay attention to your potion and fire, and stay calm!"

The uninvited visitor by the door narrowly missed the petrifying spell that Blaise hurled, his head raised in displeasure, and he let out a strange cry like the sound of hollow wind.

It was the thestral.

It broke into the classroom with its iron hooves, its tall and bony horse deftly passed through the aisle between the tables, and its bat-like leather wings flapped behind it, bringing out gusts of cold wind.

Blaise watched in amazement as the magical creature lunged straight at him, grabbing his robes and dragging him, causing him to stumble a few steps.He couldn't help frowning, his first reaction was that the half-giant Hagrid who was in charge of managing these creatures let the 'cuties' come out and run around, but after a closer look, he found that this Thestral looked familiar.

"Are you—" Blaise's heart constricted, as though someone was choking him, and he asked with difficulty, "His—"

Thestrals beat the ground impatiently with their horseshoes, making a loud clicking sound.

"Did something happen to him?" Blaise said sharply, and stepped out of the classroom ahead of the Thestrals, "Where is he?"

Thestrals led Blaise for a few steps, then turned around and bit Blaise, throwing Blaise onto his back, and galloped down the cellar corridor.

Blaise hugged the Thestral's neck covered with fine scales, shaking violently, the latter stepped up the stairs in two or three steps, his eyes suddenly lit up, Blaise subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling a sudden large tilt, followed by several Amidst the crisp sound and exclamation, the Thestral stepped on the window frame and flew out.

Behind them, a few pieces of broken glass in the Hogwarts corridor automatically flew back to their original positions and glued together, while more and more people gathered around the window, and loud discussions erupted in their direction.

Blaise casually wiped the wound on his cheek due to the broken window, barely opened his eyes under the rapidly rising wind pressure, and the icy strong wind could not suppress the panic in his heart at all.He pressed his holly wand anxiously in his arms.

At this moment, the first graders who had been left behind by Blaise were staring at the door dumbfounded. Slughorn was trying to calm their restless emotions, but he was annoyed to find that this could not effectively stop them from talking about what happened just now one after another.

Several young wizards from Muggle families gathered together and whispered.

"Did you see that?" said the little boy.

"No...no, nothing..." The freckled boy trembled, his face pale.

"I didn't see anything either..." a girl interfaced, "Proth's teaching assistant's robe seemed to be pulled by something, and it kept pulling outwards, and suddenly disappeared with a whizzing sound...and he...he seemed to be watching Dialogue with the unseen..."

"Have you ever wondered why the Potions classroom is in the basement and it's always so cold? I heard..." The little boy said furtively, "The former Professor Snape - he used humans as medicine! Eyeballs, nails , skin and flesh... for the sake of freshness, he poached them alive! The souls of those people linger all year round, wandering around the cellar..."

"I, I did just now... felt the cold wind blowing across my back!" The freckled boy added with a pale face.

"You think, this place is underground, how can there be wind?" The little boy emphasized, "They may want to seek revenge from Snape, but they didn't expect that Assistant Proth is here...Assistant Proth is regarded as Snape's scapegoat...!"

A few eavesdropping little wizards panicked, and the news spread more and more widely, and finally created the incident of "haunted cellar, mysterious disappearance of Professor Proth".

Strangely, among the various versions of the rumors, the only thing that changed was how Severus Snape cruelly abused those people, which could almost make up a book.

Thestrals flew extremely fast and were good at finding their way, but even so it took a long time, and they didn't arrive until the second time the warming spell that Blaise had placed on each other expired.

Thestrals slowly lowered their flight altitude, approaching a remote Muggle town with a small population and quite deserted.They passed the town at low altitude in broad daylight, and they didn't attract the slightest attention, which was enough to see the decline of this place. Blaise noticed a sign on the outside, which seemed to be a place called Little Hangleton.

Thestrals put him in front of a spooky old house. Despite the scorching sun, the place was still dark and damp, old trees growing here and there stretched out their teeth and claws, and the pitted dirt road was connected to dilapidated steps covered with moss.After gathering its wings, thestrals anxiously tried to rush into the building, but they just stomped on the ground restlessly and hesitated.

The thick traces of black magic here made the warning sound in his heart grow louder.

Blaise didn't care about anything else, he took out the green crystal pendant hanging on his chest, and whispered a few spells in ancient English while injecting magic power, a long green light swirled out of the pendant, gently The misty green light sank into the abandoned old house in a blink of an eye, extending into the depths of darkness.

Blaise smiled and said to himself, "It's a good thing I modified this thing."

He squeezed the small pendant tightly, and after casting a few warning and defensive spells, he stepped up the decaying staircase.

This building should have belonged to an old wizarding family, Blaise could tell from some details, but the interior of the building was old and dilapidated, and all the furniture and decorations had been emptied by outlaws who patronized - the mansion itself Any incidental Muggle repelling magic or defenses seem to have lost their effectiveness due to lack of maintenance.

Blaise found that he didn't even need to activate the one-way guiding charm he'd added to the pendant, because the ground was covered in a thick layer of dust, and there were clear footprints continuing in the direction the green light pointed.

Even though there were only three small rooms here, and the emptiness was unobstructed, Blaise took a few detours before finally catching a glimpse of a familiar figure.

The other party squatted halfway, staring at a small piece of ground very intently.

"Harry!" Blaise quickened his pace and hurried to Harry's side.

The dark-haired young man was oblivious to Blaise's call, remaining still as if under a petrification spell.

The surrounding ground is covered with many layers of scorched black marks, and there is a familiar small backpack in the corner, which seems to contain something shaped like a wine glass.In the center of the scorched marks, Harry leaned forward and approached an open trapdoor, holding his wand firmly in his left hand, and poking his right hand into the door. Blaise looked in the direction of Harry's hand, and saw that there was only a tiny space inside the trapdoor, which was empty at the moment, and Harry's right hand seemed to be holding some kind of smooth, small metal object.

Blaise knelt down on one knee beside Harry, regardless of the dust on his robes, carefully leaned closer to observe Harry's expression. Harry's expression froze at the moment when he showed a slight surprise, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was unexpectedly involved in some kind of illusion.

Judging from the surprise revealed by Harry, he was just caught off guard and caught off guard. There was no obvious trauma on Harry's body, and his expression was not in pain, which made him slightly relieved.

"Harry?" Blaise whispered again, and reached out to gently wipe away the fine sweat stains on his forehead.

Just when he touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead that had faded a lot, Blaise was astonished to realize that his arms were suddenly as hot as a branding iron, and Harry's holly wand suddenly burst into a strong light covering the two of them. Lost consciousness in a strong dizziness.

Blaise opened his eyes dizzily, only to find that the surroundings had become pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

He recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, and suspected that he might also be drawn into some kind of hallucination.

So, the place where he is currently is in the hallucination?Need to escape the darkness?

He stood up, but he almost bumped his head with one movement. Pressing the back of his head, Blaise had to bend his long legs and reach out his hands as carefully as possible to grope around.

There seems to be room for movement in the front, but the left and right sides are not even narrow enough for him to stretch his arms. The wall has warm and delicate natural lines, and the material feels like ordinary wood.He realized that he was trapped in an extremely narrow long space.

Blaise pulled out his wand, and was about to use the lumos to see where he was, when he accidentally bumped his elbow, causing him to gasp tingly.The impact probably attracted his attention, and he heard a crisp voice from a short distance in front of him: "──Who?"

The voice sounded friendly and curious.

Blaise looked, and saw a faint light suddenly flashed in the pure darkness where he couldn't see anything. For a moment, he vaguely saw a dry and thin child about 7 or 8 years old looking at him with his legs hugged, and that moment was gone The passing light was reflected in the bright green eyes like shooting stars.