[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

In the midsummer season, how does it feel like falling into an ice cellar?

A cold chill invaded from behind his ears and instantly spread to his whole body.Eli shuddered uncontrollably, stiff almost convulsively.

At this moment, everything around me seemed to be muted.He seems to have been stripped of his perception of the world. He is isolated in a vacuum glass cover. The people outside come and go silently, like a silent slow motion in an old black and white movie, while he stands alone in front of the screen and observes everything. The electric phantom on the opposite side has nothing to do with him.

He wanted to make a sound, to shout desperately, to tell everyone in the station to run as fast as possible.The dark lord who couldn't even mention his name was standing behind him at this moment, the tyrant who used blood to fight against dissidents, the demon who regarded life as nothing.And he stood in front of the Demon King, as if he had inadvertently become the guide of Death.The scythe tainted with the breath of death is close at hand, as long as the executor has a thought, he can cruelly harvest everything he cherishes.

He couldn't make any sound, his throat seemed to be filled with ice and wind, and he could only make hoo hoo noises.His pupils dilated to the point of being dilated, and he tried to tilt his head backwards with all his strength, but he was like a rusty machine, every part of his body made an overwhelmed, teeth-stinging sound , only the pupils turned to the maximum angle, and with his stiff movements, they finally turned slightly to the side.

He saw the corner of the hood.

"Don't be nervous, Eli Smith." The person behind him hissed, his voice was sticky and cold, like the slippery touch of a low-temperature cold-blooded animal crawling over his body, making the hairs all over his body stand on end.

"I don't mean anything malicious, of course... genius wizards are very valuable. If you choose the right path, this talent will help you go extraordinary, gain fame, status, glory, and everything you can't imagine... I noticed , you are very good at displaying your talents, yes, that's good and something to be proud of. Don't worry, I have always admired talented wizards very much. God chose you and gave you such a talent as magic. Of course you should use it completely. Use it, otherwise it will be a huge waste.”

Eli was not directly killed by Avada, which made Eli feel better.His body temperature and heartbeat seemed to gradually return to his body, and he could gradually feel his beating heart and almost holding his breath.He tried to roll his eyes, looked around silently, saw the children on the platform running towards their parents, the owl looked around solemnly in the cage, the cries of the owl and the toad were mixed together, people were breathing heavily, but But still happy at the long-lost reunion...

He realizes that he can't act rashly, and with just one thought, the scene here will change from a reunion of relatives to a farewell.

"I am... a... half-blood wizard." He heard himself trembling his lips with difficulty, speaking in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken for many years, so unfamiliar that he could hardly recognize it, "My father ...is a Muggle...I can't... discriminate against him..."

"Stupid idea." Voldemort commented softly behind him, with undisguised contempt in his voice, "Your mother gave you noble blood, a clever mind, and magic in your blood, and you give all the credit for it." On your mediocre Muggle father. What has living in the Muggle world brought you? The moment you come into contact with magic, you should have discovered that Muggles without magic are inferior species, God-given Giving you magic is to distinguish you from them, not to ask you to take the initiative to completely confuse them, which is a kind of blasphemy against the talent of magic."

The strength seemed to be gradually accumulating, and Eli collected himself, looking down at his hand pushing the luggage.They tightly grasped the horizontal handle of the luggage cart, their knuckles turned white with such force, and their palms were painfully crushed.The pain under the blessing of this fear made him more awake, and he breathed out a slightly trembling breath silently and slowly.

"I think what I learned in the Muggle world seems to be useful in the wizarding world." He said in a low voice, and he was surprised that he was able to make a small challenge to Voldemort under such circumstances , "If Muggle things were really useless, I don't think...you wouldn't be here, noticing me, a student who just finished my third year at Hogwarts."

Voldemort laughed softly behind him.

His laughter was deep and strangely sharp, and the cruel indifference could almost be heard from that voice.Eli held his breath and listened to him laughing coldly to himself, almost thinking that he would be greeted with Cruciatus in the next second.

But no.Voldemort's voice became softer, and he said like a chant: "Ah, yes, those little whims of yours have caused a little trouble. You have inherited the noble family of Lestrange. Your pedigree, your extraordinary talent... I've been planning to meet you since I discovered your funny little tricks. But Dumbledore's reaction was a bit too aggressive, and he kept trying to prevent me from finding you... But it didn't work Useful, the great Voldemort is omniscient and omniscient, of course he can see through his useless and stupid arrangements, I assume you also have this kind of awareness, what kind of consequences you will face when you become an enemy of the noble Voldemort."

Eli froze in place, not knowing how to react.He stared straight at the luggage cart in front of him. Through the owl's cage, he saw Linda Smith who was waiting for her son to appear. She didn't wait for her son to appear, and began to look around worriedly. Eli didn't know. Whether he wanted to be seen by her or not, he felt very scared for a while.

Behind him, Voldemort spoke quietly, his voice softer and closer, almost speaking into his ear.

"No secret can be kept from Lord Voldemort, Lord Voldemort can see your deepest fears... yes, yes, I know you are not a mindless reckless idiot, you are afraid, afraid that your actions will affect Family and friends, all the people you value, you worry that innocent people will be implicated because of you because of the path you have chosen...Your conscience is disturbed, and this will become your eternal nightmare."

Eli's pupils contracted extremely, and Voldemort seemed to really see his heart, and every sentence could accurately hit the part that he was most afraid of and couldn't speak.

"You are a smart person, you should understand...the most correct way to protect the people you care about is not to go further and further down the wrong path. What can following Dumbledore bring you? Hiding in Tibet, a precarious life? Frightened, mourning the loss of a loved one? Or is it that you have outstanding talents but can only be hidden behind the scenes, being prevaricated with various excuses, and extracting value without return? Dumbledore thinks that you have all these difficulties Can be overcome, can be sacrificed for a noble cause. But you should understand that if you choose to do things for Lord Voldemort... then none of the sacrifices will happen."

Eli was silent and didn't speak. His eyes finally met his mother's. Linda Smith was puzzled at first, and after staring at him for a few seconds, his face suddenly changed, and he rushed towards him like crazy.

"The supremacy of wizards is not an unacceptable delusion, it is the deepest wish of every wizard." Voldemort's voice echoed in his ears, like a magical voice entering his head, "to carry out a will to the end There will always be some blood in the process, the journey of change is full of non-violent non-cooperative old stubborn, and fools who dare not change the reality. But think about it, wait until it finally wins the innovation and becomes the new universal thought After that, it is necessary to re-regulate the order. Whether this order is loose or strict is related to everyone's life, why not participate in its formulation? We all know that the formulation of the order requires some smart people. Perhaps it is better for everyone to keep some kindness... You should have discovered that you are born with outstanding talents and the ability to protect, and to achieve all this, you only need to make the right choice and turn to the light."

With a pale face, Mrs. Smith ran towards her son, passed through the bustling crowd on the platform, pulled out her wand with her pupils constricted and pointed it behind Eli, shouting hysterically: "Dizzy!"

Her hand holding the wand was shaking violently, her face was bloodless, and when she called out the wand, her voice was already crying, obviously frightened.Eli didn't move, Voldemort didn't move behind him, and the spell disappeared like a cow in the sea, dissolving in the air in an instant.

The sudden glow of the spell startled everyone else on the platform, and they began to look around until they spotted the cloaked and hooded visitor.In an instant, screams and cries were mixed together, and the sound of apparition explosions was mixed with the footsteps of people running away. In just an instant, the place of peaceful and joyful reunion turned into a desperate escape on site.

Voldemort didn't stay any longer, he turned into a cloud of black mist behind Eli, and swept away with a cold air, like a cold wind blowing through everyone's chest.The inexplicable low pressure in the air seemed to dissipate immediately as he disappeared. Only his voice still echoed in the air, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"A pleasant meeting, Eli Smith...I look forward to your answer."

Eli stood there in a daze, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.His hands, feet and limbs regained strength, and he immediately looked at his classmates and their families who held their breath just now and dared not hurt them, but only saw them looking at him with fear and suspicion, standing far away from him , There was a near-vacuum barrier around him, and he stood alone in the center, as if he was some kind of evil source of infection, being kept away and abandoned by everyone.

Death has left with his scythe, and he is regarded as the unlucky one who brings disaster, and the surrounding eyes seem to be impatient to execute him.

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