HP leap time

There are many clouds in the sky, layer upon layer.

The blue-black Dark Mark almost merged with the sky, its light dyed the sky blue-gray, and then the clouds blurred it, and the edge of the skyward curtain gradually became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a piece of pure white .

The black snake slid out from the mouth of the skull in the sky, bringing up a puff of blue smoke.The green smoke billowed and scattered the clouds.

The sun at the end of the curtain took the opportunity to see through, leaving a few touches of orange color.

Ponte has just survived a brutal war and is here.

Fortunately, he survived safely.

Dilapidated buildings stood in front of me, broken spires, scattered fences and rubble, and countless remains hidden in the ruins.

A few solitary dementors wandered in the sky, passed through this famous building a few times, and then flew away into the distance.

It used to be like a fortified fortress, exuding the aura that no strangers should enter from top to bottom.But now, its body suddenly broke through an ugly cut, destroying all the beauty.

The bloody wind shuttled provocatively through the ruins.

There was a burst of madness in Ponte's eyes. He was worthy of the Dark Lord, Azkaban was nothing more than that, and the Ministry of Magic was nothing but a clown.

With the fall of Azkaban, their ranks will grow again, and the Ministry of Magic is at the end of its strength.After solving these miscellaneous items, he can report all his efforts to deal with the Order of the Phoenix in the past half month.

When the Dark Lord's attention shifted, he would be surprised to find that the Order of the Phoenix was no longer brilliant, no longer full of stupid blood, and had become weak and weak. It was already an easy task to capture.

At that time, what else can stop my status from improving?

Thinking to himself, Ponte limped closer to the team.

The Dark Mark has not dissipated, and most of the Death Eaters are still here, reminiscing about the battlefield with curses and blood.

Here has been captured by the Dark Lord, the dreaded Azkaban no longer has any deterrence.

"Welcome back, my faithful servants." The cold voice was extremely penetrating, and the Dark Lord's long sigh echoed in the air for a long time.

He landed in the center of the crowd, his black robe drawing a graceful arc in the air.And as he landed, the rescued Death Eaters surrounded him excitedly, one by one obediently bent down and kissed his black robe corners.

The middle-aged man with pale blond hair came slowly with the support of the young man.He let go of the young man's hand, leaned over and kissed the corner of Voldemort's robe.

"Thank you, my master" Lucius said with a little surprise.

The Dark Lord stretched out his pale and thin hands to comfort his shoulders.

Ponte watched this scene, his heart was churning, he was jealous, and hated these duplicity nobles.He looked at the young man standing beside Lucius, the young man with the Malfoy aura,

Draco Malfoy.

Anger filled his brain, and this bastard obviously didn't do anything!

Even when he arrived on the battlefield, he was nowhere to be seen. Why should this kind of bastard who is greedy for life and afraid of death stand there by the side of the Dark Lord? !

Obviously Malfoy betrayed the Dark Lord, why!

why!

Why is it still getting attention? !

That damned Lucius, his return will bring Malfoy glory, and the distance between him and them seems to be getting farther and farther away, a distance that no matter how hard he tries, he can't reach it.

With a hideous scarred face, Ponte approached the circle that focused all his attention.He longed, longed to replace some false offal.

Draco supported his frail father and wanted to take him out of here as soon as possible, they were exhausted.But the Dark Lord did not leave, so they were not allowed to have the freedom to leave.

"Father, hold on a little longer." Draco whispered in Lucius' ear, his eyes shining with joy.

He longed to bring his father home, and as far as he knew, the Dark Lord had lifted the blockade on Malfoy Manor.This is good news, it represents the return of Malfoy's status, and it also means that he can bring his father home in an open and honest manner, just like every school holiday.

"You have grown up, Xiaolong, I'm proud of you." Lucius looked at his son who was already able to take care of himself, showing a hint of pampering.

The Dark Lord stretched out his hand and waved, and the big black snake slid out from nowhere. It gracefully wrapped itself around the Dark Lord's white, almost transparent ankle, wrapped around his waist, and obediently attached its head to the Dark Lord's. chest.

Draco watched this scene silently, this big snake called Nagini was not a simple thing, but the Dark Lord treated him like a pet, inseparable.

But before going to the battlefield, it will be hidden in an unknown place, why?What the hell is it?Is it a contract animal?Unlikely, they almost never fought side by side.

And the Dark Lord wouldn't bet his life on a pet.

The Dark Mark began to fade, and the orange-red light broke through the clouds and poured down, staining the broken Azkaban red.

"What a beautiful sight." The Dark Lord said with a sigh. "What a fascinating smell of death."

Ponte stood there against the light, his body was cold for a while.

He felt coldness, fear, and a touch of surprise and ecstasy colliding with each other in his body.

Because the Dark Lord noticed him, and gave him a deep look, not anyone else but him Ponte.

The look in his eyes at that moment was like the god of death piercing the sky.

At that moment, Ponte felt that all his thoughts were pierced, and his ugly thoughts became invisible in that gaze.

"Soul separation." A snake-like hiss sounded in his head.

He was surprised, a spell he had never heard before, similar to the Imperius Curse, but not the Imperius Curse.

Because Ponte's consciousness was clear enough, but he was horrified to find that there seemed to be a crack in his soul and body, and there was a bottomless black hole separating his soul and consciousness from his body.

His perception and perception still exist, but he...is not like him anymore.

This familiar voice is the Dark Lord... the spell cast by the great Dark Lord on him!

He felt himself raising the familiar wand without any resistance, holding it firmly in his hand, and facing forward.

Aimed at Draco Malfoy's defenseless vest.

"Kill him, kill Draco Malfoy."

The voice of the Dark Lord sounded in his mind again, and that voice had a special magical power that confuses people's hearts.

It was his own voice, the voice of the Dark Lord to him alone.

Excitement and joy filled his brain, and he felt a viper-like smile appear on his face.

Kill Malfoy, kill Malfoy...

The Dark Lord really doesn't believe you, little Malfoy.

Ponte's magic slowly gathers...

At a critical point, it is vented with the exhalation of the mantra.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Draco!"

Lucius yelled almost at the same time and threw Draco to the ground.

It happened in an instant, and everyone didn't come back to their senses.

Before Draco fell down completely, a green light with a breath of death sank into Lucius' body.

Do not…

Do not…

don't want…

The air was quiet at this moment.

The Dark Lord watched with cold eyes as Lucius fell lifelessly on top of Draco, who lay there with wide gray eyes, as if he too was dead.

"No." Ponte woke up in an instant, his face was full of horror, and the scar that slanted across his entire face set off his trembling body.

He had just killed Malfoy, in front of everyone.

Fear took over his brain, his legs were trembling, and everyone looked at him like a dead person.

Do not…

I didn't kill...

The Dark Lord wanted me to kill...

The Dark Lord will not punish me...

He looked anxiously at the Dark Lord, but there was no emotion in the latter's eyes. He seemed indifferent as if he hadn't participated in everything before, and he began to feel the blood in his body freeze inch by inch.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, you know, I didn't..."

"Avada Kedavra." The deadly spell shot from the tip of the Dark Lord's wand, ending Ponter's fragile life before he could finish his anxious words.

Everyone involuntarily tightened their newly relaxed bodies, watching the ugly scar-faced man fall down on the hard ground in horror, with a dead air of despair pervading his body.

This was not a simple attack, in which Lucius Malfoy suffered a tragic accident.

"You've offended me." The Dark Lord feigned anger and said to the scar-faced man, who was lying on the cold ground but couldn't hear him.

No one spoke, and no one made any movements. Some of them looked at Malfoy and his son with pity, and some desperately suppressed the surge of gloating... But all of them looked down at Malfoy.

"I regret the death of Lucius, dear Draco." There was no emotion in the Dark Lord's voice.

But everyone knew that the scene had begun to wind down, and dusk was approaching at Malfoy's house.

"Why?" Draco looked at him, expression stiff.

Voldemort glanced at him silently, but said nothing, the magic power surged, and there was a tearing sound in the air, and his figure mercilessly disappeared in place.

With his departure, the Dark Mark completely disappeared from the sky.

Only then did the curtain of light that had turned into yellow-gray light shroud the sky.

The sound of Apparition came and went, and the Death Eaters gradually left the battlefield after dusk.

But not everyone left quietly.

Bella squatted down and watched them with great interest for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Draco." There was no regret in the voice.

She stretched out her hand to touch something, then withdrew it

"You should sit up, Draco, you look so small."

She stood up and said strangely.

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, she grinned and sneered.

The magic power fluctuated, and she disappeared in place.

The strange laughter around him seemed to never stop, those voices were like the sound of a ferocious beast tearing the belly of a sheep, hoarse, but full of joy, dark and evil.

Thankfully no one came near them.

After an unknown amount of time, the annoying and annoying voices finally stopped, and they were the only ones left in the vast wasteland.

It was dusk, and the darkness gradually faded.

"Is this the permanent interest you have been insisting on?"

A low, sad voice echoed in the air.

"dad?"

Draco opened his dry eyes and stared at the new pale yellow crescent moon in the sky.

At night, the Malfoy Manor was lit up with dots of lights, and the manor, which had been silent for a long time, welcomed back its owner.

But this time it was different, the exquisite wallpaper on the wall was dull, the wizards on the portraits all lowered their heads and looked in the same direction, and the whole room was filled with silence.

At the door, Draco walked in step by step with his father on his back.

His steps were steady, but slow.

"We're home, Dad."

He raised his head and looked around at everything he was familiar with.His gaze was cold, without any warmth.

He slowly stepped on the soft carpet, stroking the carved mahogany handrail step by step up the stairs.

"I'm sorry for entering your room without your consent."

Draco pushed the door open with his hand, and walked into the bedroom where Lucius liked to stay for a long time,

Familiar surroundings unfold before your eyes.

The things in his father's bedroom were always more interesting than his own, and it was an idea brought up since he was a child, because he never let Draco touch anything of his own, but Draco did not rarely touch it secretly.

He still remembered that he once played with a sculpted figurine on the desk, and that figurine held a strange thing with a long black strip in his hand and hurt Draco's nose with a bang.

It hurt so much at that time, his nose was swollen for a whole week because of it, and he would never forget his father's scolding. At that time, his father actually kept scolding him for sneaking into his bedroom, saying that he deserved it.

He still remembers crying and shouting that Dad is the most heartless guy in the world, never forgive Dad again! or something like that.

After that, the father fully demonstrated his surprising character traits, and even Narcissa expressed helplessness.

My father got angry and bought dozens of similar figurines. He heard that each one was very precious, but he collected the whole set and put them on the table one by one like an army.

It almost drove Draco crazy, they didn't speak a word for a whole week.

And that set of figurines is still placed in every compartment of the bookcase.

He stopped recalling the dark room, silently put Lucius on the bed, adjusted the robe on him, and combed his soft light golden hair with his fingers.

"Is it cold?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he helped him cover himself with the velvet quilt.

"I was never an obedient kid," he confessed.

He thought, what should he do at this time?His heart was at a loss, to the point where he didn't know what to do.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed," he said as loudly as possible so that his father could hear.

The voice echoed in the room for a long time, hit the cold wall, and shattered into pieces.

"But you know I hate being in the dark, and you don't even light a candle in this room."

A voice of grievance came.

"Then turn them all off!"

Draco said angrily like a child, then got up and ran out.

He extinguished all the lights and ran up and down the hall, shuttling through familiar rooms, as if on a special mission.

Finally, in total darkness, he groped his way into Lucius' room again.

He gasped slightly, then coughed desperately again.

"Cough cough cough..."

Draco struggled to piece the broken voices together

"You really ignored me."

Draco stared blankly at the vague silhouette on the bed in the darkness.

"You never talk to me again."