young man returning home

Chapter 37 Forbidden Forest Gears of Fate

"Mudblood—Mudblood—"

The sound of the wind howled, passed through the dense branches and leaves, rubbed the old bark, and made a series of trills that seemed to come from hell through the annual rings.

"Draco? You brought a friend - and a Mudblood!"

The god of death waved his sickle, and swept through a burst of corrosive breath, like a mummy with a long shroud hanging from the ground, the stench came to the face——

Hermione pinched her neck and retched uncontrollably.The sky in the distance was dim, and the day and night were round, as if the whole long day had disappeared without a sound.The sky was as heavy as a sponge dipped in thick ink, and the blackness squeezed it, as if it would rain cats and dogs with just a little pressure.The Forbidden Forest is airtight, cutting off the outside skylight, and it is eerily quiet.

There are many shadows.Disappeared in a blink of an eye, only the ugly voice still lingered in my ears——

"Mudblood! The young master of the Malfoy family actually brought a mudblood!"

Hermione raised her head, and the heavy black figure turned into a human image, approaching rapidly, and shattered into pieces just as it was about to touch the tip of her nose.The scattered black wings suddenly flew away, and then curled up again in the air.

Hermione fell to the ground in shock!Draco gave her a little help, then suddenly pulled out his wand, and pointed at the dark shadow in front of him: "Don't scare her! Don't..."

"Draco, who is he?" Hermione asked in surprise, her voice trembling slightly!She clearly saw that the overlapping black shadow was clearly the image of Voldemort!

Draco turned around and looked at Hermione, who had fallen to the ground, with distant eyes.

Hermione was even more terrified, and asked tremblingly, "The soul fragment left by Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest?"

Draco nodded silently.

The little witch supported her body and stood up from the ground with difficulty: "Draco! You are making a deal with the devil!"

His lips twitched, hesitated for a while, and did not speak.

The devil merged into a huge shadow and passed by the clouds.The Dark Lord opened his bloody mouth wide open, and through the sound of the wind, he was almost about to swallow the boy. Draco took a step back. The moment the black cloud touched his hair, it shattered into powder, and the voice of the devil sounded:

"Put down your wand, young Malfoy, that's not how you look up to the Dark Lord—"

A look of hesitation and bewilderment flashed through the boy's light gray eyes. Just as he was about to put down his wand to negotiate, Hermione stood in front of him. The little witch drew out her wand and confronted him, even though she was afraid, Her lips were pale, and the hand holding the wand was trembling slightly. Gryffindor's courage still made her determined to fight.

The Dark Lord smiled strangely: "Get out of the way! Little girl—I'm not that old monster! As a resident soul fragment, I just live by devouring the remaining hope and light of wizards, poor beggar!... Voldemort? Where is he? He has deserted me, on a velvet high chair, to be worshiped by frenzied followers...He has made me the company of parasites, and abandoned me among the rotting ruins of rotten wood and withered grass!"

Hermione was almost dizzy by it, she glanced at Draco hesitantly, the blond boy was also at a loss, thankfully, neither of them put down their wands.

"Hermione, it's imprisoned in a cursed bottle - that's how it was when I found it, and we usually do business through the bottle -" he tried to explain, "I don't know how... ...I don't know about it... how it got out..."

The devil snorted coldly: "Naturally, a benevolent girl released me! How wonderful freedom is..."

"Draco, in the name of Merlin, we should seal it as soon as possible - let it stay in the rotten bottle! This disgusting disgusting thing!" Hermione waved her wand in protest.

The devil became furious and roared, the huge shadow closed and penetrated Hermione's body together with the deafening noise, and the spell sounded:

"Bleeding!"

Hermione fell to the ground, the healing spell failed, the wound scratched by the branch opened violently, the boil fell off, and bright red blood began to flow out continuously.

Draco rushed over, yelling anxiously, "Hermione! Hermione!"

The devil's laughter raged: "For your bad words, Mudblood!"

Hermione fumbled for the wand with difficulty, her hand was powerless, she was about to touch the wand, and it was stuck against a protruding tree stump. The wound on her arm hurt even more. She gritted her teeth and endured it, but her arm was like a stick The soft willow branch hangs down feebly, and the wand is ejected far away!

She was dizzy, and only heard Draco's hoarse voice full of despair, the boy actually bowed his head to the devil: "Malfoy begs you, in the name of Merlin, please stop! Please stop immediately!"

"Mr. Malfoy, don't let any disappointment hurt our interest in making a deal—what did you say last time? You want a free marriage? I ask for your eternal happiness and light in exchange, would you Is it?" The devil laughed evilly: "Mr. Malfoy, don't tell me that the girl you fell in love with is this mudblood who doesn't know how to advance or retreat!"

"A non-Muggle-born bride, does Malfoy still need to beg?" Draco actually stood up, and looked at the hideous "part of Voldemort" with neither humble nor humble, "lose the happiness and light of eternal life, and get my most beloved girl." , this deal is a bargain..." He actually laughed: "What I don't understand is that if you can marry Hermione as Malfoy's wife, how can you lose happiness and light for the rest of your life? This deal is a contradiction, and you will suffer , Mr. Black."

The devil's laughter is weird and creepy.

"In the name of Merlin, Malfoy is willing to exchange!"

"You will be cursed for life! Draco, my friend, I am very sorry, I will not sympathize with you! Very helpless, I live by devouring the happiness and light of wizards...Your pain is my nourishment capital."

"This is very similar to the sticky monster guarding Azkaban!" He actually laughed.

"Very humorous, my friend."

The devil was about to approach him, Draco closed his eyes, looking forward to the moment when the deal would be concluded, not far away, Hermione's pain woke him up, and the boy opened his eyes: "Wait, it's just a spell to relieve her pain." It's easy, Mr. Black."

"What's the hurry!" the devil laughed slyly.

"No hurry? I'm afraid she has gone to see Salazar before we finish the deal! Are you sure that there will be a second prey that will come to your door if you break into this dark jungle? Your food will be worthless Continue!"

The devil finally compromised, and the ugly voice flew up with the spell. Hermione felt a coolness all over her body, and the pain was relieved immediately. Before she had time to stand up, she yelled loudly: "Draco! Don't believe what he said! Don't believe it!"