HP Dark Hero

?It took Harry a lot of time to break through the protection Voldemort had placed around the ring of the Resurrection Stone.Maybe other wizards are easy to be tricked, but Harry is not included—thanks to Merlin, it is not the first time Harry has solved many of the spells and traps, and he is barely familiar with them.

He had carefully broken the last layer of black magic curse on the ring, controlled it with the levitation spell, and took great care not to be tempted to touch it, but accidents always happened at such times——Gaunt's Old House It has been in disrepair for a long time, and the wooden floor has long been hollowed out by moths. Harry only moved forward an inch, and the wooden board swayed, almost stepping on the ground!

He hurriedly stabilized himself, but he didn't expect that because of the momentary distraction, the Levitation Charm would fail, and the small ring would fall straight down, and it was about to fall into a certain crack. Harry's reflexes were one step ahead of his reason - with a beautiful and smooth leaning motion, he narrowly snatched the ring into his hand.When he reacted in a blink of an eye covered in cold sweat, the power shard on his forehead burned, and he was roughly pulled into the illusion created by the ring.

'Ha, Potter caught the Snitch!Gryffindor did it! '

Harry thought helplessly, he hated himself a little bit.

He stood up and observed his surroundings.It was pitch black here, seemingly vast and boundless, and there was nothing including the light source, but he could see himself clearly, and felt as if he was walking on solid ground.

-- as in consciousness space.

Harry thought about it, and it didn't take long before he noticed that the surroundings were shaking strangely, and the space changed almost in the blink of an eye, and he found himself in a somewhat familiar forest.

Before he could retrieve the relevant memories from his mind, he was surprised to find that his body suddenly jumped forward as if under control, a beam of red light grazed his boots and exploded a small piece of mud, and at the same time, there was a high-pitched sound behind him. Angrily: "Phoenix! You—"

"Avada Kedavra," he heard himself say coldly.

Green light emerged from the magic wand in his hand and hit the attacker behind him, who immediately fell stiff and lost all sound.

And Harry realized that he was just patting the dust on his outer robe, glanced at the twisted and terrified expression of the corpse from behind the cold mask, and walked away slowly.

Seeing the other person's appearance, Harry immediately remembered that this was the moment when he killed Caradoc Dearborn, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, in the previous world.

The scene jumps again, Harry's wand is pointed steadily at the weeping child curled up between the sofa and the fireplace, while his parents - one of them is Marlene McKinnon - have already lay convulsively beside him , foaming at the mouth, eyeballs rolled up.The child was crying heartbreakingly, holding his mother's stiff blue arm, staring at Harry with hatred and despair in his eyes.

Still flashing green.

Harry killed their family.

Then there's Elphias Dorje, who petrifies each other and throws him into the lake...

Sturgis Podmore, a Fiery Curse ended his life after the Cruciatus Curse...

...

Harry was drawn into an infinite loop of memories.

According to a certain mechanism, the Horcrux picked out the memories that Harry didn't want to think about in the back of Harry's mind, allowing him to recall them personally.

The innocent people who died at his hands, the members of the Order of the Phoenix... the people who died because of him, like West Chase... that green light, the voice of his mother pleading with Voldemort... even being locked in a cupboard with a high fever and things like that memory.

The Horcrux always seemed to want to crush his mind in this way.

Harry passively matched his actions in memory, sighing inwardly.

He wasn't hard-hearted, and these memories certainly hurt him, but they never broke him.

Because he knew exactly why he did what he did then, and now he was facing danger again to protect something, the only way for Harry to make up for those people and things a little bit was to win and keep their living relatives and friends safe.

If they are defeated, they will truly sacrifice in vain.

Before a stupid mistake caused him to be pulled into a hallucination, the power of the Resurrection Stone ring had been weakened by him a lot, Harry's mind was clear, and he knew that as long as he persisted to the end, he would use up the remaining power of the Horcrux.

Unmoved, he fought against the darkness in his heart.

I don’t know how many cycles I’ve gone through, and when the movement of mechanically waving the wand is a bit slow, the scene suddenly starts to fade from the background to black and white as if the energy is exhausted; after dozens of changes, the environment has become like a translucent projection, leaving only Harry himself and the objects of the fragmentary memory have clear entities.

These changes injected strength into Harry, and he patiently calculated how long it would take to get out of here.

Immediately after that, the faces of other characters became blurred, the words spoken became out of place, and just as Harry was about to leave successfully, a burst of intense light burst out of Harry's environment out of thin air.

"Armor protection!" Harry waved his wand, and at the same time turned his face to avoid the glaring light. The ground suddenly disappeared, and Harry fell down unexpectedly.The sound of the hunting wind whizzed past his ears, and he immediately cast a lightness spell on himself, and floated as light as a feather to a height of about two or three floors, before landing slowly in a defensive posture.

He looked around warily.Similar to just now, with the same flashing memory-like screen, the scene here is like a malfunctioning Muggle TV, the switching speed is extremely fast, and the content is almost invisible, only the constantly changing colorful colors make people dizzy and nauseated.

Suppressing the feeling of dizziness and nausea, Harry squinted his eyes for a while, and found that the same person existed in these fleeting images.

"...Blaise?"

Harry wondered to himself.

Just after he called out Blaise, the passing images froze, then slowed down, and memory images of unknown authenticity and falsehood flashed by Harry, like entering a meditation basin.

In a small library, Blaise Zabini, wearing a special robe belonging to the Reticent Man on his shoulders and even older than now, was using a lamp, lowered his long and narrow eyes, and focused on perfecting something on the parchment. An ancient magic circle made a peaceful rustling sound.

Those violet eyes showed numbness and cold emotion, even faintly revealing madness.

There are several stacks of precious ancient books spread out beside him, and the rest of the table is full of drafts of magic circles filled with densely packed symbols, and a thick stack of parchment is spread on the table...

A green crystal pendant with a warm color is hung in a strange dome that looks like a transparent bubble.A copy of the Daily Prophet was thrown beside the cover, and the date on it was actually 4 years after Harry fell into the curtain.

Didn't Blaise say that he came to this world suddenly after seeing him fall through the arch?Not to mention his age... Harry frowned slightly, watching beside Blaise as he drew similar sketches one after another, freeing his hand from time to time to make calculations on another sheet of paper. There was a sudden knock on the door behind Harry, and he turned his head to see that an adult wizard stepped into the room, wearing exquisitely made aristocratic robes and iconic platinum-blonde hair color, and the quaint ring on his thumb indicated that he was from the Malfoy family Current owner.

"Still busy with this, Blaise?" Draco Malfoy's voice was cold, his flamboyant tone without any emotion. "Pansy has been complaining to me that you have been out of the aristocratic society for several years."

Blaise chuckled silently, filling in the blanks one by one.

Draco didn't take it seriously, and then said: "I didn't expect you to really become...'friends' with Potter?" Draco chewed the word strangely, "I thought, you only taught him because of my request...You four When I was in fifth grade, I didn't have one percent of the energy I put into it now."

Blaise stopped working, fiddled with the quill, caught a glimpse of Draco casually folding up a piece of paper that looked like a certificate and put it away in his robes, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you still sponsoring those people anonymously?"

Draco didn't answer.

"I'm not like you..." Blaise stretched lazily, and whispered thoughtfully, "Compared to power, fame, fortune and extraordinary achievements, I—"

The scene in front of him flickered, and before Harry could hear the second half of Blaise's words, he entered the next scene.

The protagonist is also Blaise Zabini. At this time, he is the youth Harry is accustomed to. He is wearing a slightly loose and tattered robe. He is rarely hiding outside a luxurious noble mansion in a state of distress. Startled and bewildered.

Despite knowing that no matter what he did in the hallucination, it wouldn't affect him, Harry still walked softly across the backyard, leaning against the window sill and looking in.

Inside the window is a magnificent hall, with exquisite multi-layered cakes placed under the crystal chandelier in the center.It made such an impression of being a work of art that Harry didn't immediately see the 14 candles at the top.Dozens of teenagers and girls dressed up brightly are fully immersed in this birthday party.

One of the most dazzling, apparently the host of this birthday party, 14-year-old BlaiseZabini.The arrogant and indifferent young man was wearing an expensive handmade gown. The slim fit showed the advantages of wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and all the people around him were overshadowed by it.He was holding a bright silver cake knife, but his eyes were not on the cake that belonged to him. His eyes were full of frivolity, and his eyes were full of frivolity. His hunting eyes wandered among the slender figures of the girls.

The teenager Zabini threw down the cake knife indifferently, took a bite of whipped cream, and hugged the sexy girl beside him to kiss.The milky white fresh cream was rolled into the lips and tongues, back and forth between their tongues, most of the white juice overflowing from the gap between the lips dripped, and flowed viscously between the girl's plump snow-white peaks.At the same time, the boy's hand was placed on another girl who was clinging to his lower body, and her movements were soft and lewd all the way down, rubbing between the extremely short skirt.The girl let out a high-pitched sweet sound, while the other present seemed to be familiar with it, talking elegantly and politely, and sipping champagne lightly.

The scene in front of him was too...beyond imagination, Harry looked away in embarrassment, and put earplugs on himself to listen.He turned his head to look at Blaise, his face was extremely pale, and he was strangely weaker in the past ten minutes.

Harry knew that the boy inside should be the Blaise Zabini of this world, because in his memory, one time Ron and Draco provoked and argued with each other again, Ron dug out the stink bomb made by the twins from his pocket and threw it at Draco Malfoy, and the other side flashed , but right in the back of Blaise Zabini.He seemed to be about to invite Draco to a birthday party, wearing the same robes as the boy Zabini, and it was said that the party seemed to have been ruined by the robes, leading to nothing.

Just remembering, the scene jumped again - Harry fiddled with the neckline uncomfortably, admitting he was relieved - to Hogwarts.The protagonist is Blaise Zabini, who looks like a teenager, but Harry immediately recognized that it was the Blaise he knew well, and the teenager Zabini was nowhere to be found. Blaise hurried on his feet, throwing aside nearly every basic Slytherin rule, speeding down the deserted hallway.

At the other end of the corridor was Potter who finished Quidditch practice and was returning to the Gryffindor lounge alone with a broom. The dirty and baggy team uniform made him look a little thin.

Blaise called out from afar, "Harry!"

Potter looked over his shoulder in bewilderment.

Blaise stopped slowly.

Potter, whose glasses had been smashed during practice, squinted in vain.

The look of hopeful ecstasy on Blaise's face cooled little by little to the apathy and numbness of the first memory.He turned into another long corridor alone when Potter drew his wand and poked hard at the shattered lens in an attempt to fix it.

The next memory is also at Hogwarts.

This seems to be the Christmas ball during the Three Witches Tournament. Blaise leaned against the wall with a cold expression, crossed his hands on his chest, crossed his long legs, and stood in an inconspicuous corner, staring at the crowd of Pava Potter with Tippetil dancing.

Although his gaze followed Potter closely like an ordinary savior worshiper, his gaze was more like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity. Coldness and hatred occupied those purple eyes that were unfamiliar to Harry.He kept looking at Potter, and finally seized the opportunity to stop Potter, who came out to breathe in an empty place.

Potter's gaze turned blank and blank the moment he met Blaise.

Blaise's dark purple eyes were like huge abysses, and he stared at Potter like he could take people's souls away.

"The responsibility of the savior is heavy, isn't it? It's overwhelming... No one understands you, and you can't share it." His eyes were so cold, but his tone was extremely soft, "I understand, you really want to relax, and you want to find someone who doesn't have to bear the burden." A place to take a break from all this...but how can the savior rest? It would cause trouble for others, huh? So, you just have to find the opportunity to get out of this world in a lonely, non-involving way. Completely disappear...that's the only way you can, Potter...disappear."

Potter looked dazed, Blaise blinked, and left first. After a few seconds, Potter suddenly came back to his senses and continued walking, looking for a place to breathe, not paying attention to what happened just now.

It wasn't the Imperius Curse, but rather Muggle hypnosis - which meant that no spell could detect that something was wrong with Potter.

Harry suddenly remembered Potter's subconscious rejection every time Blaise was mentioned.

His limbs were cold, and a piece of ice suddenly fell into his stomach.

It seemed that Blaise was hiding a very deep memory - if it was really a memory - the scene was suddenly shaken by someone prying into the secret, and Harry was once again pulled into a rapidly changing scene. Harry didn't even have time to distinguish the time and place of each memory, only a few seconds of fragments kept flying past, there was no doubt: they were all memories of Blaise's dozens or hundreds of hints to Potter!

'Potter, disappear from this world...'

As the day drew closer, Blaise seemed to take a break from this behavior for nearly half a year.Afterwards, Blaise who reappeared in the screen has regained his youthful appearance, he is no longer casual and indifferent, his gentle and lazy expression is like the Blaise that Harry will see every day under the warm sunshine of New Zealand.

Yet he also continued to drop hints at Potter.

He saw Blaise hold Potter after a certain class, staring at the little savior with a bewildered expression, violet eyes that seemed to pierce souls; those eyes, that look—

"You'll take every chance you can to disappear from this world..." Blaise said, wearing exactly what Harry was wearing when he picked him up at Hogwarts.

He murmured to himself, "For him, I'm going to restore everything to the way it was—"

The illusory scene around suddenly disintegrated, Hogwarts, Blaise, and Potter all dissolved into the darkness like snowflakes, Harry seemed to be floating in a weightless state, and after a violent shock, Harry bounced out of the illusion.

He propped his hands on the ground, panting profusely with sweat, holding the ring in his sweat-drenched palm, and looked at Blaise Zabini, who also fell to the ground in front of him and whose shirt was soaked in sweat.