HP Dark Hero

?A loud and clear chirp sounded, and people in the Department of Mysteries who were still fighting hard looked up. A huge golden-red phoenix hovered in the sky, and disappeared without a trace after bursting out with golden dots like fireworks.

At the other end of the distance, the voices of people gradually increased.

Potter dodged Voldemort's spell again with a dangerous move, panting heavily and sweating, but his eyes were getting brighter.

Snape was on the sidelines to provide assistance, with a stern look on his face, casting protective spells on himself and Potter.

"Our reinforcements are coming. Voldemort, you have nowhere to run." Potter said calmly.

Voldemort sneered tartly, "Boy, overinflated confidence isn't going to do you any good."

Potter opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Ron Weasley yelling excitedly in a loud voice in the distance: "We killed Bella! Sirius, Professor Green—you are—really handsome!" Silence A few seconds later, he was heard saying dryly, "Well, of course, thank you too, Mr. Malfoy..."

Voldemort's pupils suddenly narrowed into two slits. He waved his wand, and the unconscious Death Eater who was lying beside him floated out of thin air and stopped by Voldemort's hand.He pressed hard on the Dark Mark on the opponent's arm. As time passed, his face became more and more ugly. Then he glared at Harry who was leaning on the shelf, squeezed his wand tightly and hissed and asked, "Dear Phoenix... so in Among the Death Eaters, there are quite a few like-minded partners...? I am curious, how many benefits have you offered to make them betray me──”

Harry shrugged casually, and opened the sleeve in front of Voldemort. As his fingertips slowly brushed his arm, the Dark Mark faded and disappeared like a scrubbed stain, until Harry's arm was clean again, leaving no trace .

It was only then that Voldemort really changed his face.

Madness and anger swept him, draining the last ounce of reason, leaving him with nothing but the idea of ​​killing Harry Potter completely.

The scar on Potter's forehead ached and oozes blood, and he raised his wand as soon as he sensed Voldemort's anger - he had never uttered a spell so fast, almost as if on purpose, the beam of the spell He got out of the wand and hit the holly wand in Voldemort's hand. Potter belatedly realized that he was yelling, "Flying wand!"

Voldemort immediately poured magic power into the wand in his hand, but the wand gradually slipped out uncontrollably, shaking violently between the magic power of the two of them.He clasped his wand tightly, and the veins on the back of his pale hand were so visible that they nearly snapped the holly wand.

Suddenly, a treacherous smile appeared on the corner of Voldemort's mouth, and the moment he shouted "Avada Kedavra!", he let go of his hand suddenly, and a cloud of cold and dazzling green light came out from the wand, and together with the wand that was out of his hand, he let go at a rapid speed. It flew towards Potter.

The holly wand that flew out suddenly burst in the middle!

There cannot be two identical wands in the world at the same time, and Potter, the owner of the elder wand at the moment, won... His holly wand turned into dust and scattered in the air, but a green light pierced through the smoke and hit Potter.

Amidst the huge humming and roaring in his mind, an inconspicuous gray mist escaped from the scar on his forehead, and the severe pain of his soul being torn apart made Potter unable to even groan, his blunt fingertips scratched the wound , leaving behind red marks.

The people who came to support after most of the battle stared at the savior with dazed and awe-inspiring eyes. He knelt on the ground and supported himself on all fours. His whole body was wet as if he had just been fished out of the water, and he was almost dizzy.

However, no matter how painful his expression was, Potter, who was under the Killing Curse, did not die quietly and immediately.

He held on.

Sweat ran down his eyelids, those rock-solid green eyes stared at the horrified Voldemort with unshakable will.

Voldemort was furious, and there was some kind of fear that he didn't realize in the extreme rage, "It's - impossible - why are you still alive?!"

He waved his skinny hands like claws and made some weird and ominous gestures, but suddenly his whole body froze.

"You'll never know why, Tom."

Dumbledore held his wand steadily, his calm blue eyes stared at Voldemort who was imprisoned by the simplest petrification spell.He was followed by a dozen or so members of the Order of the Phoenix. They looked scarred, but they were full of some invisible power. Their eyes had the unique light when they saw the end of a long journey.

"The other Death Eaters have been subdued, give up, Voldemort!" Sirius yelled.Following his shout, the members of the Order of the Phoenix dispersed and formed a circle, tightly surrounding him.

Remus Lupine and Sirius Blaick stepped forward to restrain Voldemort. Under Dumbledore's petrification spell, he added many more spells, and thick ropes formed by magic power bound the Dark Lord indiscriminately.

Voldemort stood frozen in the very center of the encirclement, his expression frozen by Dumbledore's spell seemed a bit ridiculous under the circumstances.

But no one could really laugh out loud, because the Dark Lord's eyes were uglier than death, savage and strangely hollow.

That gaze was so intimidating that most people unconsciously avoided Voldemort's gaze for a while.

Hermione glanced worriedly in the direction of Blaise and Harry. Blaise kept chanting the healing spell in a low voice, and the tip of the glowing white wand was pressed against Harry's neck. The blurred white light prevented the brunette witch from seeing Harry's expression clearly, but since Blaise seemed to be in a strange mood at this time, She had to skip Harry, and hurried over to Potter to make sure he was not hurt.

"Merlin, buddy, you got hit by Avada just now?!" Ron exclaimed, and ran to Potter beside Hermione, intending to check the situation of his best friend first, but he was accidentally tripped by some kind of fabric on the way, almost falling on the ground.He kicked off what was wrapped around his feet cursingly, and the covering cloth slid down, revealing the huge object Potter had bumped into earlier.

It was an old arch that stood tall without any support around it.

Why is the arch here? Blaise was too focused on Harry's situation, otherwise Blaise, who used to work in the Department of Mysteries, would immediately see that something was wrong if he casually looked up.No one had ever been able to move the arch, nor should it stand in the room where the prophecy was kept, as if this crumbling, ancient, broken stone arch had come to this place of its own accord by some invisible instruction.

But he didn't.

When Remus and Sirius turned to discuss the casualties of the other members with Dumbledore, Voldemort, frozen and still like a wax figure, twitched his fingertips unexpectedly.

This movement was so subtle that no one noticed, but Harry's black wand, which had just landed on the ground, rolled up and flew into Voldemort's palm!

Caught off guard by everyone, he broke through the limit in the blink of an eye, Potter stepped forward to block it, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald immediately cast a powerful defensive spell together.

"Tom Riddle, as long as I'm alive, you'll never get another chance to hurt someone I'm protecting tonight." Potter said, staring intently at the person in front of him, "Even if it wasn't me, no one behind me would It will make your trick work. Don't you understand? You have failed."

Facing the mortal enemy who was waiting in full battle, Voldemort just smiled in a low voice, raised his head, and sighed softly: "—How could Lord Voldemort fail? I am destined to go to glory. I may not have won this war, but it only means that I am temporarily The underdog. Nothing can bring Voldemort to his knees."

Voldemort's lower jaw was slightly raised, his back was straight, his hands were folded across his chest, and he stood proudly and calmly like a true nobleman. A gleam of clarity flashed across his red eyes that were on the verge of collapse due to the splitting of his soul several times. , it even looks like the deep night sky, dark and sane.

He closed his eyes, pointed his wand at Potter, and hissed out a series of short syllables with the gift of Slytherin blood.

The wand suddenly exploded, exploding a huge ball of light, densely covered Voldemort with spark-like light spots, and his pale figure disappeared into countless strange fragments.The cluster of sparks expanded rapidly around Voldemort's position, seemingly dazzling and harmless, but the Death Eaters knocked unconscious by Snape and Blaise immediately disintegrated into fine dust particles invisible to the naked eye the moment the sparks touched it , everyone backed away in horror, Potter jumped back, but was surprised that his legs couldn't move, and at some point he was firmly pinned in place by the tiny black snake that came out of the ground like a shadow!

Potter's chest rose and fell rapidly, and within a breath—just a moment when everyone took a step back—the ball of light was stuck in front of Potter.He could feel that fatal faint light point approaching, his mind was blank, but calm.The wand in his hand was hot, and the wand from the god of death was attached to it, ready to give all his strength to its master.

'Stop. ' Potter hissed sharply, 'Stop! '

Golden flames burst from the wand.

The flames devoured the sparks at an extremely fast speed, like marshmallows drizzled with chocolate syrup, and almost in the blink of an eye, the sparks left before Voldemort disappeared receded into place, shrinking into a ball in fear.

But it was too late—his spell came too slowly.He stood at the very front—the sparks had already ignited his robes—he only had time to push back the curse and stand in front of the others—ready to face death...

"Fractured!"

The hem of Potter's robe and the side of his leg stained with sparks were suddenly cut off by a fierce spell. He screamed in pain and fell to the side. Dumbledore and Hermione with a pale face immediately stepped forward to treat his leg that was bleeding violently due to the removal of most of the flesh Emergency treatment was carried out, and the sliced ​​flesh and clothes were immediately decomposed in the spark.

But this was not the end, the shrunken sparks suddenly crawled towards the source of the spell like greedy locusts, and pounced on Harry.In an instant, the amethyst that Harry had been carrying burst open, and the translucent protective spell blocked the extremely corrosive sparks, but the impact of the collision of two powerful forces hit Harry hard, and he couldn't stop The place of residence falls backwards and slides out.

Blaise, who had been by Harry's side all the time, tightly grasped the other's robes, and the two barely stopped by the arch, but Blaise immediately noticed that there seemed to be a huge suction at the end of the arch that only worked on Harry, pulling Harry continuously towards him. back!

The old and rough curtain stroked Harry, and he could already smell the icy condensation behind the arch, but for some reason, he didn't have any thoughts of 'war victory' in his mind, and at this moment Harry only thought of Blaise Zabini──he Those purple eyes, the smile, everything since we met...

The moment Harry fell into weightlessness, his eyes reflected Blaise's hand reaching out to him.

Dumbledore and Potter would keep their word, watch over Blaise in his place, and provide any help Blaise needed.

Blaise had completely settled in here.He has a family, holds a teaching position, has many small admirers...

──Blaise could do just fine in this world without him.

…Really?

Harry wanted to push the opponent away, but when he touched the opponent's fingertips, he subconsciously hooked his hand back, and Blaise's fingers immediately entangled with the trend, interlocking his fingers, using all his strength to protect Harry in his arms. In his warm embrace, Harry slowly stretched out his hand, wrapping his arms around Blaise's shoulders in the same extremely firm gesture.

The two fell into the arch unsuspectingly, and their souls and consciousness melted away bit by bit...

The large crystal bell jar outside the prophecy emits a melodious ticking of midnight.

此刻，是1997年7月31日0时0分。

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☆, extra

?The author has something to say: Reminder: If you like the main drama, please read Chapter 76 and it will be completely over. Don't click in to watch the episode

1. Collapse the role.Those who are afraid of the atmosphere (fog) of the big H's general attack will disappear or those who are indifferent and contemptuous of BZ don't watch it. (early period)

2. God brain hole, can you keep up~

3. Fanwai purely serves the author's preferences, and the plot of the horse may appear

The extra update time is uncertain, but it is expected to end before the end of March.

When Harry woke up, he was startled by the terrible pain like being run over by a car section by section. He couldn't help but shrank slightly, and found himself lying on a soft and comfortable place.

He heard several people talking in a low voice, Harry carefully opened his eyes, and looked around - he was buried deep in the white and soft bed, the clean curtains were lifted by the breeze, the snow-white walls and ceiling... the bed Beside his head was an exquisite glass vase containing some beautiful plant unknown to him.

How is this going? Harry thought in horror.This is where?

He racked his brains to search for the memories in his mind, when he remembered what he was doing, his face became pale, and he struggled to get off the bed.

The few people talking at the end of the bed immediately noticed his movements.

"He woke up!" A beautiful brunette girl about 17 or 8 years old exclaimed, she covered her mouth, and there was a bright light in her eyes.

"It's been a really long sleep this time, hasn't it, buddy?" The red-haired boy wiped his nose with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a friendly and joyful arc.

Who are they talking to?Is it me?

Harry thought in bewilderment, and then realized that when he heard the girl's words, two people with ugly expressions walked towards him.One of them was a handsome young man with black hair and gray eyes, and an angry expression on his face; the other was calm, but Harry was equally keenly aware of the anger, but compared to these, the two who spoke The man's messy black hair and emerald eyes caught Harry's attention even more.

Why is he so like me?Is he my relative?

Thinking of his relatives, and seeing the obviously strong and strong two approaching him furiously, Harry's scalp was numb, and his limbs felt illusory spasms and convulsions.He lowered his head and arched his back as stealthily as possible, carefully hiding the trembling in his body so as not to invite more violence.

The man raised his hand, and Harry closed his eyes tightly, but instead of experiencing the expected pain, he felt a hand pressing on his head and ruffling his hair forcefully, and someone hugging him tightly .

"You boy, we were all there at the time, why didn't you believe that we have the ability to protect ourselves?" the young man said angrily. "HarryJames Potter, you two are not allowed to sacrifice your lives indiscriminately again. Damn I agree with Snape!"

The black-haired and green-eyed boy who hugged him tightly said nothing, but from the strength he put on, he obviously agreed with the former's statement.

Harry scanned the four of them in bewilderment, and found an old man with a white beard and a star hat standing beside him with a smile.He said cautiously, "I'm sorry...why am I here?"

The brunette girl explained very quickly.

Harry was very grateful for the friendliness of the other party, but it took Harry a while to comprehend the meaning of the girl because of her fast speaking speed and many words he had never heard before.

There used to be a magic fight, a man named Harry saved the teenager who was holding him tightly, but that Harry accidentally fell into the 'arch' with another man with a very rare name (Why can an arch kill people?) .Everyone thought they were dead when the brunette girl was brought to the battle field by a flying creature called 'Thestral'... or something... that suddenly appeared and flew into the archway and pulled Harry and another guy out , but it was also seriously injured.

("Hagrid's heartbroken, but I'm so glad that thestral saved you and Zabini, and it's well taken care of now! We can go and see it later." The red-haired boy interjected, "and , hey, that creature can actually pass through death? At least the arch—cool!”)

It's a pity that although the two were rescued and came back without any trace of trauma, they were also unconscious and slept for a day or two before waking up.

Harry nodded half-understood, he didn't dare tell the overbearing girl that he didn't fully understand.So this is a hospital?At the same time, he thought, did they know it wasn't their Harry who was rescued?If he told them he didn't know why he was there...would they forgive him?

Or would he be outright furious that his worthless self had taken their Harry's surviving place? Harry imagined the scene in horror: these people taller and stronger than Dudley glared at him, punching him with incomparably powerful fists, smashing him into Aunt Petunia's meatballs, sticky and disgusting, covered with blood ...he prayed that the bright girl wouldn't pinch his flesh with her fingernails like her aunt did...

Harry's heart was beating extremely fast, and he was breathing in a tense rapidity, which seemed to attract the attention of the person who was holding him in his arms. Harry looked into the friendly green eyes that looked at him questioningly.If he had shown the virtue of honesty, would it have mitigated the punishment yet to come?

"I───" Harry swallowed quickly when he heard his tense high-pitched voice, "Uh, I..."

"...Harry?" the other asked softly.

Through the drawn light-colored curtains, Harry suddenly and clearly heard a voice softly licking not far from him.

The red-haired boy shouted, "Hey, look! Zabini is about to wake up──" He twisted his expression as if he didn't know whether to be disgusted or happy, "Sure enough, as soon as Harry woke up, Zabini couldn't wait to follow ..."

"...shut up," the man on the other side of the curtain said hoarsely, as if still not quite sober, "Merlin...it's too loud in here. Am I in goddamn Gryffin?"

"Zabini! Are you alright?" the girl asked in surprise, and waved a twig, and the curtain rolled up automatically, "Harry is alright."

"…Harry?" the other muttered.

Hearing the other party calling him, Harry was in a daze.That voice...Harry swore he'd never heard it, but...

As the curtain slid open quietly, the people on the two adjacent beds finally saw each other.

The first time they met each other, they didn't say a word, and shed tears at the same time.

The white-haired old gentleman pushed and shoved the four people with various expressions, led the others out of the door, left space for the two with a smile, and closed the door quietly.

Harry had never felt such turbulent and strong emotions, and he couldn't help crying, but he couldn't make a sound.

If all the emotions he had had since he could remember—including being kicked and beaten in the sand in the park by Dali and his big friends—were a small pond, then he felt like there was a huge reservoir in his heart, and When he saw the handsome young man with purple eyes, he immediately collapsed and collapsed into shape.

He didn't understand why there was so much reluctance and soreness in his heart, it was as if cold concentrated lemon juice was flowing in his veins, sour and astringent, his limbs were cold from the cold, but there was a faint sweetness of sugar—his head Think dizzily, thank God!It felt like he'd trade all his birthday wishes in his entire life for him to be as good as he was right now.

Even if he doesn't know each other.

His hands and feet seemed to have self-awareness, urging Harry to stumble out of the bed, the unfamiliar height and the sense of limb incompatibility caused him to stumble, and he lost his balance and threw himself on the ground, his vision blurred by tears still focused on Looking at the other party, he wasn't worried at all in his heart──it should be like that, he fell into the warm embrace of the other party, and sobbed in a low voice with inexplicable grievances.

Blaise Zabini was always on the alert, and haughty and distant.Except for the girls and few close friends whom he saw as short-term entertainment, he rarely let people get close, let alone strangers—not to mention, he had no impression of the black-haired and green-eyed young man in the next bed.

But at the moment he thought nothing of it.Everything was thrown to the skies.

When the other party staggered and fell, he subconsciously pulled the young man into his arms, sniffing the breath of the other party greedily, hot tears kept falling from his eyes, and flowed into the collar of the young man who was rubbed fiercely in his arms .There was also a wet touch on his shoulder, and he realized that the other party was crying.

Cry and cry, what does it have to do with him?But why did his heart ache so badly that it was almost torn into pieces.

He has always been indifferent and indifferent to people other than himself, but the person in his arms made him feel intense despair and remorse, mixed with the intense ecstasy of losing and getting back, the complex emotions and the other party's low crying almost drove him crazy .He has never been caught off guard by such a strong emotion, he can only tremble, with the strength to let the other party blend into his flesh and blood, and imprison the other party in his arms, unable to move.

As if to wash away all the pain completely, the two cried hard.

But things didn't just go like this.

After nearly an hour, Ron Weasley asked embarrassingly whether something impure might be happening inside, and whether they should leave the meeting first. When they came back tomorrow, among the five people who had waited for a long time outside the Hogwarts Infirmary, they finally opened the door And out Blaise Zabini.

...Although the robe and neckline are a bit messy, and the corners of the raised eyes are dyed rose red, but nothing should have happened...cough.

Blaise leaned against the door frame, crossed his hands on his chest, his indifferent eyes swept over several people, and finally settled on Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore... Headmaster?"

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "Mr. Zabini? Are you feeling all right?"

Blaise sneered, "Well, it's never been like this—better. I think you should be able to give me some explanations?" He casually pointed at Harry, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, awkward and reserved, "Who is that person? I What's going on, someone injected me with aging drugs without my permission?"

Everyone's faces changed, only Sirius walked around Blaise happily, patting his precious godson excitedly, "Harry! That kid broke his head, it's so good... Oh, I mean, don't be sad, you My dear godfather will clean up that guy for you, and then let you meet other good girls...or you can like boys..."

Harry tensed himself carefully, and couldn't help but cast a panicked look at the handsome young man who turned his back on him. Even after the two of them regained their senses after crying loudly, the other party showed a disgusted expression and ignored him. Cai, leaving him open the door to ask questions.

Obviously the other party will not help him.

Harry nervously licked his dry lips, and looked at Sirius timidly, "Yes... I'm sorry, sir, I'm not the Harry you want to save..." Hearing Sirius gasp, Harry curled up reflexively in a protective posture, and Apologize loudly: "I'm sorry! I don't know why I'm there—forgive me. I'll cooperate."

"Uh...Harry, what are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke?" Seeing the invincible and strategizing elder huddle in pain, Sirius tied his tongue and tried to pat him with question marks, but in exchange The youth trembled even more violently.

Blaise gave Sirius a fleeting, sharp look, but Harry, or even himself, didn't notice it.

Potter realized something immediately, and stepped forward to grab Sirius who was about to give Harry a loving hug, and took the initiative to put a small safe distance between Harry and his voice to comfort him.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, seeing the same surprise and confusion on each other's faces.

Dumbledore frowned, and the pleasant gleam in his blue eyes disappeared, replaced by a sense of calmness, "Miss Granger, please contact St. Mungo, and ask them to send a A healer who specializes in soul damage or special curses is coming, and the fireplace in the principal's office is open. I need to stay here and see the two of them."

Hermione nodded solemnly, she asked Ron to keep an eye on Sirius not to disturb Potter, and hurried away.

Those blue eyes were on Blaise. "As for Mr. Zabini…"

Blaise spread his arms out to show his cooperation, and sat down on the chair farthest from Harry in the infirmary.He casually picked up the Daily Prophet on the table, and when he saw the date on it, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.