[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

He didn't realize where he was, he always followed his instincts, quickly skipped various places and cities, and didn't find anything wrong in the city center, he expanded the search area on his own initiative, maybe because of this, hidden in the ancient city He discovered the Burns family in the castle.

What attracted his attention at first were the two corpses in the yard. They were two old men, both lying on their backs, their mouths open, their faces full of horror, and their lost eyes were staring straight at the empty sky.James stopped quickly. The door of the old castle was open. There was light and a faint sound inside. Without thinking, he ran to the door faster. Compared with the dead, he cared more about whether there were still people inside. The living are still in danger.

A little hoarse voice kept echoing. The voice was very strange. It didn't look like a human being, nor did it resemble any voice in James' memory. Two people, one of them was one of the two people he met when he was shopping with Sirius that day, and there was another one, James' stomach stirred strangely, this person was very familiar, and three seconds later he was surprised and uncomfortable Come to think of it, this person looks a lot like Sirius.

The two of them raised their wands at the same time, aiming at a young man.

"Edgar Burns," said one of them in a greasy, uncomfortable voice, "I guess the death of the whole family was a good lesson for you, enough to make you realize your mistakes." gone."

The young man named Edgar's eyes were completely red. If it weren't for the restraint of the wand, he might rush forward and cut their necks off regardless. Even so, his eyes revealed the anger that no one can be careless about. : "If you thought that would compromise me, you filthy Death Eaters."

The face of the young man who was very similar to Sirius paled a little, and then he recovered his calm, and said in a gentle tone: "Edgar, as long as you stand in the right camp, the master will not take any action against you." Fair move."

"I really don't know when 'for the benefit of the pure-blood wizards' became 'whatever it takes for my opinion'. Can you tell me, Regulus Black," Edgar said sarcastically.

With the same surname as Sirius, James vaguely felt as if he knew something.

"We didn't just kill your parents, wife and children, Burns." Another said calmly, "Tonight, if you stick to your point, the master will kill everyone in the Burns family, This is a big family with dozens of lives, what do you think?"

Regulus Black's expression moved slightly, he turned his head to look at his companion, as if meeting him for the first time, which was different from what I thought.His expression seemed to say so.But his companion was too absorbed in his joy to notice this.

"You can try it," James whispered.After his voice had caught the attention of the two men, he appeared suddenly and snatched their wands away with a speed they hadn't expected.At absolute speed, space is at rest, of course.James smiled with satisfaction, and stood beside Edgar.

Only then did they realize what had happened and let out a roar.

"Don't move." James waved his wand slowly, stretched out his hand to pull Edgar up, the other party let out a cry of pain, and James realized that his leg was broken: "Oh, sorry!"

"I know you." The man said suddenly excitedly, "You are the night..." He swallowed the words just in time, because Regulus cut him off with a low voice: "Shut up, Snape. "

James looked at them in bewilderment, completely unable to remember who this Snape was, but it didn't matter, they had already gained the upper hand, and the next thing to do was...

He was about to put Edgar on his back and go when a silent spell hit him. Amidst the flashes of light and Edgar's yelling, several iron chains tied him tightly, so strong that he was almost strangled. Out of his internal organs.

A lazy voice said, "Look, I see someone."

Regulus and Snape bowed at the same time, James wanted to laugh, of course he knew it wasn't James facing him, but from this angle it really looked like they were bowing to him.

"Voldemort," Edgar called sadly.

"It is a capital offense to call the Dark Lord by his first name." The voice said without question, "Avada Kedavra."

"No!" James roared, watching another person die in front of him, just like the cruel scenes he saw when he was a child.

"Yes, it's very uncomfortable, Potter." The owner of the voice walked up to him slowly and raised his chin with his wand: "Just like how you make me feel, James, Potter, Your name, everything about you reminds me of another Potter, loathe it

pole. "

James opened his mouth, but the person in front of him was faster than him, and the wand locked his throat lightly, and he couldn't make the slightest sound.

"After being locked up, you are much cuter. It is this expression, which is exactly the same as my enemy."

"Dark Lord, master." Snape and Regulus said at the same time, the difference in tone was that one was excited and the other worried.

"Regulus," said Voldemort calmly, "I am very unhappy with your performance tonight. It means that you need to be punished."

Regulus' eyes widened. Voldemort took the wand out of James' hands, threw it to Snape, and continued to say calmly: "Give him Cruciatus, and if he's still alive after 1 minute, forget about it." .”

Snape's body trembled, trying to stay calm: "Yes, Master. What should this man do?"

"I happened to know a very interesting spell recently." Voldemort grabbed James's skirt, his slender eyes showed a crazy light: "I think you should help me to experiment with it together."

Amid Regulus' screams, James tightly closed his eyes. In the next second, he found that they had come to a dark and gloomy cemetery. The surrounding stone monuments undoubtedly confirmed this, and a group of people immediately Surround them in the middle.In other words, they all came for Voldemort.

"Master, we have already prepared what you need." A man with light blonde long hair said respectfully.

"Yes, Lucius, my cunning servant." Voldemort sneered, "I should have killed you, (the blond man trembled)

come) but I don't want to now.I'm going to show you how I stomped Potter and Dumbledore this time. "

He knew he shouldn't, but James wanted to laugh even more. The man in front of him was just a complete thug, and he really didn't understand why so many people believed him.But what concerned him even more was what Voldemort had said, words that made him feel that something was wrong, but he just couldn't remember what it was.

Please, come to think of it, I know this is important.he racked his brains.

"You know? Potter, I used to go farther than anyone else on the road of black magic, but in my prime, a child born in July ruined me! Want to know whose child he is?" ?Want to know who his father is?" Voldemort looked at him, then at the stars above his head, a cruel smile distorting his face: "Dumbledore is dead, he and his stupid companions ruined me soul, so he thought I was dead. But they still forgot what I kept emphasizing: I am in the way of black magic

On the road, go farther than anyone else. "

He smiled again and paced back and forth: "I never thought that I would come back here, just like when I resurrected with his blood that year, this time, you will lay the foundation for my peak. Ah, I can't Feel free to do everything for me, just in case.”

He pointed his wand at James' legs and murmured something.

The pain, the pain that he had never felt before, James' eyes widened and his hair stood on end, the pain made him feel that his body was about to be split in half, but he still couldn't make any sound.He wondered why he didn't pass out.

But he didn't, he heard the terrified gasps and whispers of the Death Eaters, the pain was still unbearable, but he didn't, at all, want to know what Voldemort had done to his leg.

"Smart, isn't it? A stupid witch who made a stupid prophecy that a child born in July would kill me. Now, she has corrected the prophecy. Did he think that putting the Deathly Hallows with you Together, can I do nothing?" Voldemort smiled slyly: "No, the era of the Duke of Darkness has come."

James didn't hear anything, his mind was jumbled with pain, he was gasping for breath like a dehydrated fish, and he couldn't calm down at all, it hurt...so much...it was...

"Your personality is a little different from his." Voldemort looked at him carefully, but it was more like looking at someone through him: "You have no tears."

He finally lost feeling in his leg, maybe it was numb from the pain.

Voldemort's wand was pointed at him again: "Let us see if this method can successfully separate you from your Invisibility Cloak."

The Death Eaters moved slowly, and a bottle full of reddish-brown and disgusting was held up respectfully in front of Voldemort. He indifferently didn't pay the man any attention, just grabbed the bottle, The wand pried open James' mouth.

"Don't let it go to waste, James Potter," he said grimly, and James' expression almost stiffened as the liquid poured down.The liquid seemed to be alive, sticking directly to his soul, he couldn't feel his body, what he felt more was a layer of cold, invisible air that was forcibly inserted between the flesh and bones.

Still excruciatingly painful.

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