HP Dark Hero

?As Harry expected, even though there were many doubts, Potter still convinced them one by one with a firm attitude.But this cannot change the fact that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​passive. Voldemort will decide the details himself, everything is still unknown, before he gives the order, he can only get as much information as possible, and improve Potter's ability - personally trained by Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Avoiding any chance of being noticed by Voldemort, Dumbledore kept the news of Harry's arrival confined to a few trusted members, and hoped that he would not risk another visit.

This also means that the Order of the Phoenix still has to maintain normal operations.Strike...defend...protect...and sacrifice.

Potter, who was locked up at 12 Grimmauld Place for special training, knew nothing about it.And Harry can only do his best, quietly preserve the power for the Order of the Phoenix and other resistance forces, and... choose someone who is relatively not so loyal to Dumbledore to start, maintaining the illusion of Phoenix as always - like the "previous life" '.

All the established developments as in the 'previous life' made Harry feel heavy and uneasy in his stomach.

But in another way, this at least means that the war can be won.This might be good news - Harry thought of Blaise and wavered as to whether that conclusion was good or bad.

Sensing Voldemort's gaze, Harry put away his wandering thoughts, carefully restrained every emotion, and looked around again without any trace.

This was almost the biggest Death Eater meeting ever, and Harry couldn't remember if he had seen so many Death Eaters, densely packed in every corner of the hall.The great halls of aristocratic mansions are usually large enough for a casual dinner of statehood, but if the band is playing, everyone will bump into each other's elbows as they circle their partners.

It was like a signal, clearly telling Harry that something was about to happen.

Voldemort's strange gray-white plaster face was reflected on the gleaming floor, and the big snake hissed and spit out its letter at his feet.

Voldemort's indifferent eyes flicked past Harry and fell on Lucius.

"Lucius, the task I gave you—"

"All arrangements are complete, Lord." Lucius replied immediately.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, "Very well," said his icy voice, "I've been waiting for an opportunity since I was resurrected... Then I realized, why should I wait for an opportunity? The Dark Lord is the one who controls destiny...I I'll tell you, then—now."

Now?

Lucius nodded, and the Death Eater behind him suddenly took out a vial from his arms, and poured all the liquid on Harry's head in the blink of an eye!

With a thunderous bang, Harry jumped a distance, avoiding most of the liquid, and immediately turned around and bent back, flashing a direct green light.The spell passed over the tip of his nose in a thrilling manner, and the delicate patterns on the silver mask flashed away, and then it was torn in two.

He stood up slowly, threw away the shattered mask casually, and stuck his bangs wet with a little liquid to his cheeks. Harry saw all the Death Eaters around him standing in a specific position according to a pre-arranged plan, and turned a blind eye to him holding up his wand to seal off every escape route. His darkened green eyes just stared at Voldemort, Potter's sworn enemy, There was no surprise in his eyes.

Voldemort scoffed.He tilted his head like a curious child, with a little appreciative smile on his pale and terrifying face.

"Phoenix, surprise, isn't it?" he said softly. "Have you always thought your technique was brilliant? I wish your mentor had said that your acting was terrible and out of place. I think you realized it yourself." point"

It wasn't really that bad what he was doing, it was just terrible for Voldemort. With a blank face, Harry replied with a drawl, "Yes, he has said that more than once."

"Ah, an undercover agent. Like our great former ally, who can maintain a damned arrogant face at a time like this." Voldemort said, "I know you're an undercover agent, but I let you hide yourself clumsily to spy on Stealing every bit of information with my gaze, I have lived under my nose for more than half a year. Are you curious about this?"

Harry was silent for a moment.

He put on a cold smirk, and spoke in an annoying tone like a nobleman, "I know the reason, Lord. You used me to pass unimportant information to the Order of the Phoenix, and let me do my best to work on those information , while trapping me in my hands."

Voldemort started stomping around the room, then stopped, "Precise! But I have to say, unlike Severus, I was surprised how little you kept on your side job as a Death Eater. You're a A powerful assistant. The Dark Lord pays and punishes...you will be rewarded..."

His eyes flicked to Harry's side, which seemed to ignite some kind of signal, and dozens of people rushed forward, and the Death Eaters who were responsible for surrounding him cast their spells almost simultaneously.

Before Voldemort could put on the inevitable smile, a crystal blue light flashed across Harry's neck. The protective barrier made of alchemy items blocked more than a dozen greeting spells. It disintegrated, bursting out into a bright light that was hard to see directly. Harry protected his eyes at the moment when the encirclement was stagnant due to the strong light, a silent spell slashed the face of the wizard standing in front of him, Harry knocked away the screaming people, broke through the encirclement and dashed out, his eyes were calm and quick Scan every corner where you can escape.

Bella let out a series of sharp and crazily laughs, and she was the first to catch up, chasing Harry with ecstasy and galloping at full speed among the Death Eaters, dodging and dodging.Missed spells occasionally hit other Death Eaters by mistake, but she didn't care one bit.

Harry leapt and knocked down several Death Eaters, sending them screaming into Bella's spell, while more spell-firing explosions sounded behind him, beams of light whizzed past him.With the support of his powerful mana reserves, he cast a large-scale relaxation spell, knocking down dozens of Death Eaters around him, and gaining more space for himself to move.Most of his mind was on Bella, and other people's spells were nothing to him, but Voldemort's calm expression as if he was watching a monkey show, and Lucius Malfoy's cold and emotionless face made him have to do the worst. Intend.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Harry's heart beat violently uncontrollably, he was out of breath, his limbs were out of control, as cold and stiff as stones, and tens of thousands of ants were burrowing in the blood vessels where the liquid was splashed.He bit his lip to gather his mind from the pain, and barely cast out a few more spells, his eyes were burning with flames.

He turned his head and threw a petrification spell from Bella's blind spot. The witch was caught off guard and finally froze on the spot with a grim face, but Harry's feet were kicked by some kind of object, and he fell hard to the ground.Nagini, who had successfully tripped Harry, swam back to her master. Dozens of Death Eaters who were standing by and staring at him immediately stepped forward, pressed Harry's limbs firmly, and ruthlessly pulled out of Harry's hands the tightly clasped body. wand in hand.A few nails were pulled out slightly by the rough action, and blood was seeping between the fingers, but Harry didn't say a word.

Voldemort walked up to Harry, raised his jaw with the toe of his shoe, looked into Harry's still clear eyes, "Do you really think, I need some kind of Proth to lure Harry Potter? Why should I give up something better, by How do I lead?"

Harry felt the lobes of his lungs burning, and it was difficult to breathe, and the discomfort was obviously made worse by being suppressed.He saw his pale and embarrassed appearance on Voldemort's smooth shoes, with beads of sweat sliding down the corners of his forehead.

Harry turned his head away, sneered, and was suddenly kicked in the side of the face by Voldemort. Harry was kicked and twisted, his cheekbones showed purple marks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the inside of his cheek was broken by his teeth due to the sudden situation; he spat blood to the side, and was pressed to his death Pulling their hair, they turned their faces back to face their master, with blood dripping from the corner of their mouths.

"Now is the time to contribute your last value...Phoenix." He playfully played the word Phoenix between his lips and teeth.

"No matter how many times you try, you won't succeed, Voldemort." Harry said calmly.

"Like a heroic line in a story, isn't it?" Voldemort was disappointed by his unsurprising answer, drew out his wand, and slowly faced Harry.

Lucius suddenly stepped over Harry and knelt down in front of Voldemort.

"Lord, the Daily Prophet is ready, just waiting for your order." Lucius whispered.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. Harry seemed to be able to feel the suppressed anger gradually rising in the other person's heart, like a volcano about to erupt.But he put away all his emotions in the end, and pressed the boiling magma under his pale flesh, and the waves were calm.

He sneered at Harry, "Now let's see, who can go to victory?"

Pale, skinny fingers gestured to Lucius before walking away. Lucius maintained his posture until the Dark Lord and his snake had completely left the hall before he got up, stretched out his hand and waved away most of the people, leaving only a few Death Eaters holding Harry's limbs to prevent him from bursting out.

Lucius took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, bent down, pinched Harry's jaw, uncorked the bottle and poured the potion into Harry's mouth. Harry struggled violently, his cheeks were pinched sorely, the liquid that flowed into his throat was like flowing ice, with a sour fishy smell. Harry could identify several of these materials, all of which would have the effect of losing all strength, and any few mouthfuls could make an ordinary person's hands and feet weak, lethargic and drowsy for most of the day.Most of the liquid was choked and dripped down from the corner of his lips, making a tiny tick-tock sound.

Lucius raised his eyebrows, took out a white silk scarf and slowly wiped his fingers, then took a bottle of a magic potion, and repeated the previous thing.

He said in an aria-like tone: "It seems that we have wasted most of it, and we have to get another bottle. Don't struggle, my dear former colleague. We don't want you to have trouble before the trial in three days, you'd better swallow it." Take this potion and spend a few days in the Ministry dungeon. Don't force me to use other means to immobilize you again."

Harry fell silent, he seemed to give up, obediently let Lucius pour the potion into his mouth, and then was picked up by several Death Eaters, dragged into the depths of the darkness, and disappeared through the Portkey.

Harry woke up drowsily, rolling his eyes slowly, he was dazed for a while before realizing that he was still in the dungeon, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

Since he was transferred to the dungeon by Lucius Malfoy, except for a little drinking water, he had not eaten for a day and a night—well, it felt like a day and a night—it was hard to feel the passage of time in the darkness, Even though Harry was having a hard time trying to master it.

Lucius deliberately gave him several important clues in his speech, including that he was temporarily imprisoned in the dungeon on the tenth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic. Three days later, he will participate in some kind of trial and quietly control the magic world. Lucius of all other newspapers and magazines will expose Harry at the behest of Voldemort, perhaps to draw out Potter or Dumbledore.

Had the Ministry of Magic unknowingly become a place where Voldemort could jam people at will?

From the time difference between when the potion splashed on him and when it really took effect, Lucius should have discovered that Harry had a certain degree of resistance to this type of potion, but he still poured Harry's most common one.Even if the action is sluggish now, and the magic power seems to be locked in an invisible glass cover with nowhere to go, it should be able to recover freely after three days--his uncertain guess, which is probably what Lucius hinted that he would escape after three days.

Harry closed his eyes sleepily, turned over on the cold and narrow bed, pulled his robe tighter, trying to resist the cold that penetrated into his bones.He is not afraid of hunger. Before the age of 11, hunger was always with him. He knew how to live with it peacefully, but the tenth floor underground was really too cold. Except for the clothes and the crystal pendant that was quietly hidden, everything on his body was covered with pride. Luo took it away.

After three days, he will find a way to escape no matter what, the most important thing now is to get enough energy.

Harry tried to distract other discomfort by focusing his senses elsewhere.

This area is very quiet, only one of the cells in the entire area is in use, and he is being held alone. He listens carefully to the slight sound of footsteps in the distance, as if someone is stepping down the stairs.This sound of footsteps has been heard several times, and it will sound every once in a while, maybe it belongs to a certain patrol officer.He listened intently for a while, then his eyes widened, and he sat up suddenly.

There was a conversation between two people.

An old voice complained, sounding sleepy, while the other voice sounded like a middle-aged man in his 40s, comforting the former hoarsely, as if he was suffering from a cold.

"...It's already midnight..."

"...It's all explained by the superiors. It's really troublesome. I have to get the whole record. We can only follow it."

"That's true too. They didn't hesitate to send people... Hmph. Why can't they come and detain the prisoners themselves? Do you want me to be a squib?"

"Yeah." The middle-aged man lowered his voice mysteriously, "I think, wouldn't it be good to just throw Azkaban? Let the dementor guard you, and you can do something else. More importantly ,dont you agree?"

The old man repeatedly agreed.Then there was the sound of the keychain ding ding dong dong, and the heavy iron door in Harry's area was pushed open after a toothache noise.The footsteps of the old man in charge of patrolling stopped outside the door, and he lowered his voice and muttered, "Then I will taste the good things you sent outside. I thought young people nowadays don't understand. Only for a while, don't Thought I was going to make a mistake."

"Of course, I'm just asking, what else can happen? When you've finished the bottle of whiskey, I'll be out."

As the other person spoke, the series of footsteps that were so familiar to Harry sounded all the way until they turned a corner and stopped outside Harry's cell door.

It was a man wearing an Auror's standard brown trench coat, with the brim of his hat drooping, and he could only glimpse the corner of his mouth with a frivolous smile.He lifted his hat, and Blaise Zabini's purple eyes shone with a slight light. While raising his eyebrows, he flicked his fingers, and there was a small key in his fingertips.

Blaise turned the key in the lock, and the cell door slid open without a sound. Blaise slipped in before the surprised Harry, and spoke out, which happened to be the hoarse voice of another middle-aged man: "Thanks, old friend."

The old man answered from a distance.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and stared, and Blaise, after taking off his windbreaker and draping it over Harry's shoulders, sat down on the edge of the bed, clinging to him as well.

"What are you doing here, Blaise?" Harry asked in disbelief, lowering his voice, "How do you know I'm here?"

"You've been out of touch for over a day," Blaise touched the amethyst pendant Harry had tucked back into his collar. "I followed this thing to find it."

"You might be in danger! If it's Voldemort waiting here, you don't have enough lives to die! Why don't you wait for me to go back—anywhere, damn it?" Harry couldn't suppress his worry, the hunger and cold made him Losing most of his patience, he growled at Blaise.

Blaise watched Harry silently.

"...better than seeing you dying, or a dead body, when I arrive."

Harry fell silent.

For a moment, there was only a huge silence between the two of them that pressed the eardrum and seemed to burst the wall.

Blaise took out an unassuming little bag and handed it to Harry. It had obviously been transformed by a spell, and contained several bottles of water and bread carefully wrapped in greased paper. Harry lowered his eyes without much hesitation, thanked him softly, took the food, and ate quickly.During the movement, his cold fingertips brushed against Blaise's palm, and Blaise grabbed him, carefully protecting his hand.

"It's cold, dark, and tasteless in here," Blaise complained with mock arrogance. "Come out of jail with me, honey."

Harry laughed, "Not now." He detailed the conversation with Voldemort and Lucius in a low voice, and explained his judgment to Blaise, "They're going to use me as bait to lure Potter out. Is that what I mean? Think this is an opportunity to hook Voldemort out of the snake's hole."

Blaise thought carefully about the message Harry had just relayed to him, nodded and said, "I think your interpretation is roughly in the right direction."

The two were taken aback at the same time, looked at each other because of a special familiar atmosphere, and laughed one after another.

"Merlin, your answer reminds me of our fifth grade." Harry laughed.

"Your problem too. Back then you were always clueless, obliquely asking what certain conversations meant in a way that only you thought was a good cover-up." Blaise rolled his eyes and said, "At the time... I Never thought about that. I mean, saving the wizarding world, taking risks, going undercover... and you."

"Yes," Harry whispered back, "…me too."

Blaise raised his slightly warmed fingertips and kissed them lightly, and then he choked on the smell of blood on his fingertips. "You are hurt."

Only then did Harry think about it, "It's nothing." He replied easily, but suddenly felt a warm and wet touch on his fingertips, and Blaise took his fingers into his mouth, and gently licked every part of his mouth. tiny wounds.

The cracked wound between his fingers was mixed with slight itching pain, his fingertips were cold, but the temperature in Blaise's mouth was very hot, and the faint light from the corridor made Harry need to stick very close to it. Seeing Blaise's focused expression, he seemed to be finishing an important job, not at all like he was doing something idle.

Harry withdrew his hand slowly, and was bitten lightly by Blaise halfway, he quietly hid the hot fingertips carefully in his fisted palm, and asked calmly, "What are you doing, Blaise? "

"Hmmm—heal the wound?" Blaise replied lazily, holding Harry's cheek and gently licking and kissing the bruises on the cheek and jaw, and thinking to himself how it hurt, "I didn't bring a wand Come in, I think you know you can't carry a wand into a dungeon."

──Even he can come in swaggeringly. Is it difficult to sneak a magic wand?

Harry was suspicious, and followed Blaise's hand hanging on the bed to touch his trouser pocket. He suspected that Blaise should have brought a wand in, if having a wand would make the subsequent actions much smoother. Harry fumbled around for a while before finally finding the wand that Blaise had hidden near the side of his leg.

"Didn't you bring your wand here?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Blaise caught his breath.

After a moment, he answered softly.

"…Harry, that's not it."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and the questioning sentence slipped to his lips, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Harry threw away his hand as if he had been scalded, and his whole body burned red all of a sudden.

"...Hi, I'm sorry." Harry murmured.

He felt terribly embarrassed, his mind went blank, and he was a little dazed, fidgeting like a guy on a first date with a girl he likes.He imagined looking in the mirror and forgetting everything for himself, but at the fingertips, he was deeply impressed by the touch of talent, which he couldn't get rid of.

Merlin, the wand... Harry thought anxiously.What did he just say!

The silence of the dungeon made his sudden rapid breathing sound clearly distinguishable, which intensified the awkward feeling in Harry's heart, and Blaise Zabini next to him, his breathing returned to normal in just a few seconds, which made him angry .

A memory suddenly came to mind, Harry remembered that Zabini here held such a wild birthday party when he was 14 years old. Although Blaise's party was cancelled, who knows if he held another one? Harry thought grumpily, surprised at the strange possessiveness in his heart.He suddenly wanted to see Blaise's expression at the moment, so he pretended to move in embarrassment and glanced at Blaise calmly.

Blaise's face was flushed too, the bases of his ears flushed, and every muscle tensed awkwardly.

Even though he couldn't see clearly because of the skin color and the light, there was no doubt that he was shy as well. Harry wondered if Blaise would jump out of grace if he moved again.

Maybe because he thought Harry couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, Blaise didn't bother to hide it, just said in a calm tone of ease, "It's okay, honey."

Harry found himself calming down.

He watched Blaise with the same concentration of interest as he was looking at something, then reached out and put his hand on Blaise's shoulder.

At the moment when Blaise was stunned, Harry pressed hard, and the thin, poor-quality bed board carried the weight of the two of them, shaking with a creaking sound.Blaise was surprised to find himself pinned down on the bed by Harry after the pain in his back against the board.

The black-haired young man straddled him, with his hands resting heavily on his cheeks.

Harry was also wearing an Auror-style windbreaker with a hint of military uniform, and his shirt was slightly open at the neckline. He squinted his eyes condescendingly, and his gaze caught Blaise's blank expression.

"Did you just come in to bring me something to eat, Mr. Zabini?" Harry asked grimly.

Blaise chuckled, put his hands on the back of Harry's head, and responded with a kiss.

Compared to a kiss, it was more like a simple and rough lip collision. Blaise barely used much effort to pull Harry back and forth, and when they were caught off guard, their lips and teeth collided, emitting a slight smell of blood.But none of them cared, Blaise's kiss was very quick and painful, and he gnawed Harry's lips uncontrollably, as if he wanted to tear him apart, to confirm Harry's existence with this pain. Not to be outdone, Harry chased after Blaise's nimble tongue as best he could, and the two devoured everything in each other like wild beasts.

Harry suddenly tasted a sour and feeble worry between the kisses.He realized that he had been missing for more than 24 hours since he had been summoned by Voldemort to leave.The thought was fleeting, and he quickly put all his energy into the contest between lips and tongue.

A moment later, when the two of them managed to separate their sticky lips, Harry was panting like he was dying, the arms supporting Blaise's sides were trembling slightly, his lips were red and swollen. Blaise lightly caressed the fingertips on his waist as if it was the last straw to crush him, his hands and feet went limp at once, and the whole person fell down with a bang, panting and lying on top of Blaise.

Startled, Blaise put his arms around the man who almost fell into his arms. Harry took the initiative to soothe with difficulty while panting: "It's okay, Lucius made me drink some potion to prevent escape. But it should recover in due time." Harry coughed lightly in embarrassment, indicating that he had replenished it earlier The energy accumulated from ordering food was exhausted, "Sorry, it hurts you?...I mean, I may have to maintain this position for a while."

Blaise was about to open his mouth to say something, when a voice suddenly came from around the corner outside the cell, Harry clung to Blaise subconsciously and held his breath.He tried to get up to open the distance between the two, but he only supported himself to open the distance by a few centimeters, and then fell down limply. At the same time, he was worried that too much movement would cause the broken bed to make noise and attract people to check.

Blaise held Harry firmly in his arms reassuringly, making sure that he closed the windbreaker tightly, and then put on the hoarse voice of a middle-aged man again.

"Old friend, where are you? What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just... hiccup, your record seems to be a bit long." The old man obviously drank most of the bottle of wine, he spoke with his tongue out, his voice was very close, it sounded like he was leaning against the corner wall outside Harry's cell side.

"Well, um──it's not too long, but besides the routine inquiry, there are still some materials needed..."

Blaise was purposely ambiguous, and the other party obviously found some kind of excitement in participating in a confidential investigation, and quickly expressed his understanding.

"I know, it's—that, right?"

"Yes. I didn't expect you to be very good at it."

"Of course, oh," the old man said loudly, drunkenly, "you know—Grindelwald? Oh, oh... he was... um... you know? I was a part of it!"

"Merlin, I didn't even know you had experienced that period. You must know a lot of wonderful stories about little-known stories."

"Of course!"

The old man chattered, he was probably caught in his own memory, often breaking up a sentence and recombining it two or three times, or the timing was out of order, and he even said that it had nothing to do with Dumbledore and Grindelwald. thing.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but Blaise's movement made Harry freeze.

He nimbly bit Harry's Adam's apple, and with his nimble fingers, he easily pried off the belt tied around Harry's waist, and moved his warm palm against Harry's lower abdomen as if no one else was there. Harry had never had this level of intimacy with a human being before, and he blushed instantly and pulled Blaise's robes tighter, not sure if he wanted to strangle him or long for more.

stop! Harry mouthed a silent yelp.

Blaise tilted his head, looking back at him innocently, but his hands were unambiguously grasping the things under Harry. Harry bit his lip immediately, and there were still a few syllables spilling out between his lips and teeth before he could react.

The old man's narration was interrupted for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked in a fake voice, but his fingers gently rubbed the hot object bit by bit. Harry was so nervous that he almost lost his breath, his face turned red and white.

"I seem to hear some strange voice..." the old man muttered, took another sip of his wine, and after Blaise softly reminded him of what he had just said, he continued to speak with great interest.He didn't even realize that there was another prisoner being held here, and the person chatting with him was here to take notes, so he should have heard the voice of the prisoner stating the situation.

Harry simply couldn't figure out how an ordinary detention could turn into this situation.

The old man's narration is still going on, he is also listening to the other man's babbling, but at a place separated by a wall, he leans across another man's legs in embarrassment, half of the trousers under the large windbreaker have been removed, the other man is grabbing him, playing around It seems to fiddle with the vitals.

Blaise's fingers are slender and strong, and it's pleasing to the eye to draw a magic circle with a quill pen. Now it's a different situation, grabbing at his lower abdomen, fiddle with it with a frequency that Harry suspects he will never be able to understand in this life, hitting Turn, pick lightly, fondle back and forth.

Harry panted violently, and bit Blaise's collarbone viciously, trying to make him stop. After Blaise took a few breaths, he released the swollen thing in his hand cooperatively when Harry couldn't tell whether it was relief or a subtle disappointment.

Blaise's slightly slippery fingers dipped under Harry's shirt, smearing silvery water stains on his chest, stabbing lightly like feathers, skipping the slightly erect part, and slapping the edge of the ball at a leisurely pace. Harry was confused by the weird tickling sensation from what he thought was useless, but Blaise suddenly bent his knees, and as Harry gasped softly, his lower abdomen squeezed Blaise's thigh and slid all the way to the opponent's lap Root, his eyes were reddened before he could hold back a pleasure-filled voice between his lips and tongue. For a moment, he felt that the things under his body swelled a little after being rubbed by Blaise, and there was a leg sandwiched between the hot buttocks, even if Blaise retracted it. The hand situation has not improved much!

Harry gritted his teeth, only to find that something hot was also pressing against his stomach, slid against his pile just now. Harry grinned through gritted teeth, nibbled the earlobe close to his lips, let out a hot breath, and whispered, "Honey, you're hard."

Noticing that Blaise's breathing was disturbed for a moment, Harry saw the timing and moved his hips slightly like trying to knead the two things together, "Do you have anything to say, huh?"

"...So, I had no choice but to put down my things and leave...." The old man just reached a paragraph in his narration. He sighed and asked the audience what they thought, "Do you think it's...too bad that I did this?"

"Uh," Blaise heard his voice two octaves higher, and cleared his throat amidst Harry's raised brows and smirk, his mind was confused, desire and reason in his purple eyes were switching at an extremely fast speed, "Uh, shit...not shit...well, I mean," Harry sucked at the nape of his neck, running his fingers through his hair, provoking his senses harder and harder, and Blaise gasped, throwing He replied with a sentence: "──Oh, according to the situation at the time, you did your best."

"...Yes, I think so too." The old man sighed softly.

In his heart, Blaise was grateful for the versatile answer he racked his brains out, but the old man's next move almost made his heart stop-he walked over with the bottle in his arms. Blaise quickly pulled up the hood of the windbreaker to cover the back of Harry's head, while the white-haired old man hiccupped, squinted his small cloudy eyes and looked into the cell, his eyes lingered on the two of them, shaking his head in doubt.

Harry was still rubbing against him, the hem of the windbreaker swayed slightly as if being caressed by the breeze, covering the four overlapping legs.He even hesitated to imitate Blaise's