[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

mission failed!

01: 00: 00

The second time I saw the Dark Lord was at midnight.

Don't know if there are other people living in Riddle Manor, although apart from Voldemort, I haven't seen a 'wizard' in 'working hours'.

But when the deafening bell rang just as I fell asleep, I really wondered what was wrong with the people in the manor to ring the bell at such a horribly sensitive time.

In the clock hanging on the wall, the moment the hour hand slid to twelve, there was a desolate chime from a distance, which scared me almost to jump out of bed.

It sounded like a death knell.

As if this kind of midnight horror was not enough, when the clock struck No.12, the door of the bedroom suddenly opened, and two men in black robes strode away from the door one after the other. Come in.

If I hadn't seen their black and gold hair at a glance, and the red eyes that aimed straight to the chair and sat down and cast their gazes at me, I might really have thought that there were wraiths who died innocently under Voldemort's hands here. .

But since the owner of those red eyes is the Dark Lord, my guess just now is actually half right.

Although the Dark Lord is not a wraith, it is definitely not an exaggeration to call him a black-robed god of death.

I very much hope that the person who was brought before me by the terrible god of death today will not become a wraith, because the person with a golden gleam that still looks good under the dim light is Draco.

However, I may have aggravated my sensitive emotions when I recovered. When I just woke up, I felt that the voice of the Dark Lord was a little weak. Now this feeling has not diminished but is even stronger. I even saw the thin layer of fine lines on his forehead. Khan, his lips were pale for the first time after recovering his appearance.

Obviously her hair was slightly damp, and there was sweat on her forehead, but her face was pale and yellow, without the slightest blush from the heat.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that when he entered the door this time, his footsteps were not as strong as before, and it could even be called vain, and he walked quickly to the chair perhaps not to give the two of us a bad impression.

It is more likely that his body became weaker and weaker due to the destruction of the Horcrux.

But I didn't think of this until a long time later. At that time, I just felt that I was too expecting the Dark Lord to be weakened, and I was even too sensitive to expect all kinds of hallucinations.

I even began to doubt whether my judgment was as accurate as before.

"How is the task completed? Draco?" The Dark Lord sitting on the chair crossed his legs, stopped looking at me, and asked Draco.

However, his feet in leather shoes were aimed at me, and the pointed part of the shoe was aimed at me and swayed slightly.

This shows that although the Dark Lord is talking to Draco, he is really paying attention to me in his heart. This action means trusting me and paying attention to me.

His hands were still casually placed on the armrests on both sides of the chair as usual, with his index finger and thumb slightly circled and tapping lightly.

This shows that he is full of confidence, has been in a position of power for a long time, and is used to the direction of everything under his control. It also shows that he is thinking about me or Draco at this moment.

And it must not be a good calculation.

Since the left eyebrow is slightly higher than the right eyebrow when he looks at Draco at the moment, I speculate that the object of this 'calculation' should be Draco.

After all, whether it is 'sarcasm', 'retort' or 'contempt' or 'doubt', it is obviously not a good feeling.

I'm not sure if the 'task' he was referring to was the one I knew before, although the mission arrangement did not hide me at all, but I woke up too late, and the mission he released in front of me later was not assigned to Della Branch.

So I can't guess whether Draco can give a satisfactory answer, but judging from the mocking expression of the Dark Lord, it should be 'not good'.

And Draco really looked uneasy.

He glanced left and right, lowered his eyebrows secretly, and glanced at any things on the left and right, but he deliberately avoided the sight of me and the Dark Lord.

He lacked self-confidence - the question to the Dark Lord suggested that he must not have done a good enough job at this task.

He was uncomfortable, embarrassed—it was normal for me to be there, he might be punished, or the room reminded him of how powerless he had been the last time we saw each other, and I wasn't surprised.

But he still feels insecure, and feels that the situation at the moment is very dangerous and facing threats—something is wrong, it’s just that the task is not done well enough, so he shouldn’t be so afraid, unless...

Unless the task is very important this time and he fails to complete it at all, the punishment for failure should have been reminded by Voldemort before, and it must be life-threatening.

"That!" When Draco's eyes were slightly closed and his chest lightened, and he was about to open his mouth as if he mustered all his courage, I quickly opened my mouth and rushed ahead of him.

But my mind went blank at the time.Although I have a lot to say to these two people alone, when the two are in the same room at the same time, there is absolutely no desire to talk.

I just don't want to see Voldemort 'handling' the failed subordinates in front of me. He didn't even deal with official business in my bedroom when Snape reported the mission, but he had to support Draco with his weak body at midnight Come to me, isn't the intention obvious enough?

Can't do what he wants.

'Even if you want to, you should try to make up an excuse. '

The blank brain suddenly kept popping out characters, but they were all the same sentence.

It's like trying to solve the big question that I skipped at the beginning in the last 5 minutes of the exam room. Although the difficulty is average, there is something wrong and stuck there. I can't think of a way to solve the problem, but I can solve it. Obviously not difficult.

But the shorter the time, the more my brain seemed to be in a knot, and I couldn't get around the stuck bend no matter what.

Until those red eye-catching eyes stared at me, time seemed to be stopped in an instant, and everything that was happening around slowed down, as if adjusted to 0.1 times speed.

I can clearly see the dust particles slowly falling on his ear side are turned white by the light, and I can also see clearly that his two fingers that were originally circled are slowly stretching out, and the shaking sleeves that should have been calm are slowly being put down. With uncanny clarity, I saw the wand with the Fox's feather fall into the palm of her hand.

' He took up his wand. '

'He looked at me not as a question, but as a command with a stern look. '

'He wants to kill me? '...

Just at this moment, the last horrifying guess was like a flame that ignited a firecracker. In an instant, I knew what I should do, my brain was no longer blank, and I knew very clearly what I wanted to say to him.

"I have a request." I spoke again, perhaps not as loudly as breathing.

'I know I'm going to die soon, and it's very likely that the Dark Lord will have to do it himself. '

"..." But he heard it, and although he didn't speak, he just lifted his chin slightly, motioning for me to continue talking.The wand hadn't been tucked back into the sleeve either.

'But I don't know when I will die. At the moment when I might face death just now, the only thing that comes to my mind is regret-it's a pity that I have worked hard for so long, in dreams and in reality, but before I die, I can't Saying a good word to Draco, even hugging him is a luxury. '

I took a deep breath and looked at Draco.

"I want to spend time with Draco in private, okay?" I deliberately increased the volume to make myself appear more confident, and controlled my voice not to tremble.

The worst thing is death. I am not even afraid of death. Why do I feel like I am walking on eggshells even when I make a request.

In fact, this question is not difficult to answer, because I still have a lot of fears. If he dies like this, will Draco really be safe?Wouldn't the mission punishment of 'failure' really fall on him?

There was a dead silence after I asked the question.

Draco blinked wildly at me with foolish eyes, full of doubts about my crazy behavior.He knew better than me that this was an act of courting death, because the Dark Lord made his position very clear at the beginning, and Draco was not allowed to get any closer to me.

But the Dark Lord didn't react as aggressively as he imagined. Compared to shouting and retorting, the Dark Lord's behavior after his death can be called extremely flat.

With a cold face, he looked back and forth between the two of us. Draco and I didn't even dare to take a breath. He couldn't tell, but I really stopped breathing, and I clenched my upper and lower teeth tightly. live.

But he suddenly smiled.

I saw that the corners of the bloodless lips were slightly curved, looking in a very good mood, he stopped and paced back and forth and stood in the middle of the two of us.

"can."

He actually agreed? !

And without sloppy, the promise was straightforward.

"After all, this may be the last chance." But it will be more intriguing if it is a little bit playful.

It's like every unbelievable word that sounds smooth will be followed by a 'BUT', and this time is no exception, no matter how straightforward the promise is, there will be a turning point behind it.

With a cheerful smile and a light tone, what comes out of his mouth is threatening words.

Expressions and words are inconsistent or even completely opposite, most of them are abnormal, whether it is emotional or psychological.If I had to add an attributive to the man standing between me and Draco, it should be 'good-looking pervert'.

In fact, to this day, after I can confirm that he changed his appearance because of the thoughts in my head, and after confirming that he really cares about my thoughts, I don't care much.

'Last chance' can be read as 'this is the last chance to see each other, at least either of us will be restricted from seeing the other person again. '

’ Like I would be imprisoned by him. 'Since I am basically in such a state now, I guessed here and stopped.

Although I still feel that something is wrong, firstly, without the resurrection stone, I will die no matter whether I am imprisoned or not. This is indeed the last time we meet; secondly, after waking up, there are too many unexplainable things I can't even count on my fingers.

Reason tells me that the time now is precious, and I should not continue to waste it in such a place.

"Yeah." I nodded, and Mono replied to him.

His expression is more pleasant now, but it's not hard to understand since this is the first time I've gone along with his decision on Draco's affairs.

But obviously the desire to control, the desire to possess me, and the disgust towards Draco are all so serious, yet he agreed to my request so happily and easily.

There must be something wrong, for sure.

**

00: 35: 00

It can be seen that Draco was really frightened. After the Dark Lord promised us that we could talk in private, he still knelt on one knee in a daze, until I waited for ten seconds and found out that he really wouldn't make any next move. , walked over and pulled him up with all his strength, only to find that Draco's legs had already froze.

His forehead was definitely not much drier than Voldemort's, and his winter clothes were thick, but the blond hair clinging to his neck behind his ears betrayed the cold sweat he had been sweating nervously just now.

Until now, I hugged him and stood outside the door against the wall and patted his back and smoothed his fur for nearly 2 minutes. I can still feel that Draco's legs are still a little soft, not as described in other novels. The critical moment is incomparable. Tough, fearless in times of danger.

There is also no such a heroic appearance of the so-called Malfoy heir who is 'scheming' and 'everything is already under control, fear is all staged'.

Maybe it's because I haven't encountered a moment that can threaten my life. Now Draco is an ordinary 17-year-old boy, facing the dark lord who is feared in the wizarding world. In fact, I can completely understand his fear and worry.

Not only was there no disappointment, but he even felt distressed because he had to hold on in front of his girlfriend without even daring to fully express his 'fear' after being so frightened.

I kept patting him on the back, hoping to appease this frightened boy. I speculated whether he was worried about my situation or the situation of the family, or simply feared the punishment of mission failure.

But his frantically beating heart slammed into my ear that was attached to his chest. Such a high-frequency beating made one feel that it would break free and jump out through the periosteum in the next moment.

And my 'mother style' appeasement was obviously ineffective, his tense back never relaxed a bit, I wandered for a while, wondering if Narcissa never used back pats to calm Draco when he was a child?

How did Narcissa appease him, appease this eccentric, machismo, love-minded prince who should be bathed in golden sunshine like his hair color?

What can I do to make him smile again? Why are his brows tightly wrinkled all the time? Didn't he ever relax his brows for so long?How uncomfortable that would be.

I remember the first time we met, he was crying under a tree that could not cover the sun, and the sun reflected beautiful light on the tears hanging on his cheeks. At that time, his skin was so fragile that he looked like a delicate little girl. Master, even the light can see through the edge of his cheek.I remember the first time we met again, he was in the bookstore where the sun shines through the glass and the interior is warm, he rushed over to pick things up with a naive look of disdain, I rushed up to say hello to him and said 'Long time no see', he was stunned for a while, I could swear as I squinted and looked me up and down, I saw elves dancing between his long eyelashes.

I remember the first time I confessed, he was still bathed in the sun, holding my hand forcefully and striding forward, not a gentleman at all, and not paying attention to whether my steps could be as big as his.The corridors bordered one window after another, and the light was like golden springs flowing from his hair to his black robes, changing direction as he walked.

And every time class was over, he would either pick me up at the door of the classroom, or lean on the branches of the big tree leisurely, and the forbidden forest, who was clearly looking into the distance, could keenly perceive it every time I approached the tree. to me.

He turned his head and smiled at me, and jumped down from the tree to pat the dust off his body. His movements were so big that the dense leaves on the tree would shake with his movements. Sunshine dances and moves nimbly around him, and with that dazzling hair, it's really dazzling.

He would then take the schoolbag in my hand and put it on his shoulders together with his, and then he would take my shoulders and make a noise to go for a walk before dinner.

Oh, by the way, Draco seems to like walking very much. He takes a walk before and after meals, takes a walk when it snows and stops it, takes a walk when it rains, and even more when it’s sunny after rain.

It was really a walk, he held my hand, whether it was sunny or sunset, whether it was raining or snowing or the sky was clear, the two of us just walked slowly on the lawn of Hogwarts.

Sometimes without even saying a word, just...

Once the good memories are like a flood that has opened the gate, they pour out continuously. It is obviously what happened in the past few years. In the ordinary daily life, it seems too much for the two of us now. Too far out of reach, plain but extravagant.We have all changed too much. I no longer have positive and sunny emotions, and I have lost the childishness I still carried with my life after rebirth. It seems that I have experienced enough and suddenly become mature, and I can calmly arrange everything before my death.

For example, now, I hope to bring the sunny Draco back.

He should be a young man who is always full of smiles and bathed in light, even if he has a mean and unbeatable smile on his face, it will be better than frowning like this.

"Draco." After staring for a while, I finally broke the silence and stretched out my hand to his forehead, and smoothed the word 'Chuan' with a little force, "Don't frown, it will make you look bad, I'm with you because you're handsome, please give me a smile."

I pretended to be relaxed, but even if he didn't say anything, I could understand that no matter how hard I tried at this moment, the expression on my face couldn't be as carefree and optimistic as before.

As expected, Draco raised the corners of his mouth very obediently, and gave me a 'smile'. Although the corners of his mouth were indeed raised upwards, with a wide arc, that smiling face was uglier than crying, and his white teeth were not shining at the moment. The exposure, coupled with that miserable appearance, makes him feel like a vampire.

——A handsome but unlucky vampire who hasn't sucked human blood for more than a month.

Human love comes as soon as it is said, without any reason.For example, at this moment, looking at Draco like this, I suddenly have an urge to tell him I like you in my mother tongue that I haven't used for a long time.

"I like it." I moved my back-stroking hand down to my waist, and wrapped my arms around him tightly to get close to him, maybe because I was too nervous by my movements, his back was already tense and his back was even more tense now. It's tight, but to be honest, such a waist feels really good.

I arched my chest with the tip of my nose and rubbed my arm against his waist, no matter how tense I was, I should relax.

Draco was no longer filled with all kinds of worries that I couldn't figure out as before, but hugged my back with both hands in response.

He put his mouth close to the top of my head, buried his nose into the thick red hair, took a deep breath as if he wanted to bury himself in it, and then repeated my words in a low voice like a sigh .

"'Like'? Is it in a foreign language? What does it mean?" He imitated my Chinese speaking in a very good way.

My Draco is so smart.

"Stupid." I laughed suddenly, and arched my head buried in his broad chest, and replied muffled by his clothes: "'Like' means you, Draco."

***

00: 10: 00

Good times always pass very quickly, although the Dark Lord never came out of the house from the beginning to the end, let alone gave an order to separate us, but after seeing Snape return to Riddle Manor again, and push away door after Draco and I went inside to meet the Dark Lord.

It basically meant that the 'couple time' had expired, and I stuck my ears to the door to eavesdrop on the conversation inside, because there was only one door between me and the Dark Lord, so it was not a last resort, and I didn't dare to use any magic lightly.

Fortunately, they didn't lower their voices, and the conversation between the two fell into our ears outside the door very clearly, as long as we got close to the crack of the door.

I heard the order to Snape clearly from beginning to end this time, and strangely enough, it sounded very familiar to me.After the Dark Lord mentioned the first sentence, I can guess the content of the task he will release next.

It felt like I had rehearsed it in a dream...

Or, this is a plot that has been performed in books or movies.

"All petrified!" I fixed Draco in place with his eyes wide open and his mouth open to remind me something.

'I know. ' I lip-synced him back.

I know what Draco wants to remind. Although the mission issued by the Dark Lord just now is to secretly execute Harry Potter, my parents, brothers, and friends will all be dispatched in this battle.

This battle seemed to be the prelude to all the darkness that followed. I understood Draco's kindness, and I also knew what I was going to do next, so I had to risk using the spell to immobilize him.

Perhaps "petrifying" him in the crisis-ridden corridor of Riddle Manor is the best way to protect him at present.

I don't want a platinum-haired young man rushing to stand in my way when Voldemort casts a jinx on me later, I can't take that risk.

00: 07: 43

"Do you really think I might spare the Weasleys for you? Oh, why do you think you have such a big face?"

The Dark Lord pinched my jaw so hard that my upper and lower lips couldn't even come together, and my lower gums seemed to have started to ooze blood, because my tongue slowly felt a faint salty taste.

One minute ago, I overheard the plan, petrified my boyfriend outside the door, and broke into the poisonous snake's nest alone, trying to soften the poisonous snake's heart with words and emotional cards.

And as it stands now, it is clear that my foolish plan has failed.

"To tell you the truth, every minute I spend with you, I have three thoughts of killing you."

What he said must be true, because at this moment I can feel how strong the hatred is from the strength of his pinching me. If it is not the chin but the neck, I am afraid I will die in a few minutes up.

I absolutely don’t want to cry in front of him, but the pain and stimulation or the like, or the tears have been stored for too long, it flows from the corner of the eye, and the relationship between the posture does not slip down to the chin, but falls into the ear hole .

I still remember that a long time ago, I once came to a conclusion that a girl's tears will work for anyone who is gentlemanly or admires her, and it can be counted as a fatal blow.

But whether it is the former or the latter, Tom obviously does not belong.

He wasn't going to let me go, but it wasn't completely useless.

The chin was 'loosed' violently by the hand he was pinching, maybe it would be more appropriate to shake it off, I think he might want to slap me in the face at that moment, maybe there is some reason to suppress his impulse.

"Do you think I really don't know what you've done and what you're thinking?" He's right, I really don't know.

He flickers on and off, happy and angry, the Dark Lord's attitude towards me changes much faster than the weather, but even so, I'm not stupid enough to really spit out my true thoughts.

"I really didn't think about hurting you! Why do you always think about the bad side of the portrait?!" My instinct is still to pretend, even if the angry person in front of me is the Dark Lord, I can't be stage fright.

I want to continue to play my role well, an old friend reunited after a long absence.Although the tears constantly flowing out of the corners of the eyes were accidents, one must learn to accept and take advantage of the situation in the face of accidents. I deliberately ignored Draco outside the door, and I also looked down at Stan, who was covering his arms and pretending not to see it. Nep ignored it.

Even if he is not sure that the gesture of showing weakness at this time is enough to impress him.

"Enough." It wasn't unexpected, I saw him curl his lips in disdain, and cast his eyes sideways at my face, "put away your tears."

"You have to believe me, you can't just..." The seemingly false lie repeated many times, as long as I think it is true from the bottom of my heart, it is possible to convince the other party.

"After I'm gone, do I need to say more about that diary?" But that was on the premise that the other party didn't know the truth.

My face instantly turned pale and lost all color, as if I had suffered from hypoglycemia, and there were waves of numbness from the back of my head to my cheeks.

The lips and tongue that had dexterously fabricated all kinds of lies suddenly became dull at this moment, as if the jaw had been pinched for a long time.

"It's good that you remember." Seeing my appearance, he showed even more disdain, "Then I'll continue talking! I hope you won't interrupt me with your pathetic disguise this time."

His anger is almost going to explode the whole room, as if it has been accumulated for too long and burst out in one breath, and it can no longer be contained, but I am not sure if I really have the ability to bear the anger that has been accumulated for more than 50 years.

"You are really wonderful, just look at what a wonderful reunion you gave me." He seemed to have forgotten the normal way of speaking, pacing up and down the room while ironing, "I put the diary here room, I pretend I didn’t see the snake teeth in the quilt, why do you think it is?”

There was a thump in my heart, and I couldn't restrain myself from raising my head abruptly, looking at Snape beside me.The discovery of Snake Fang is likely to reveal that Snape was an undercover agent, and when I looked up, I found that he was already holding the end of his wand with great vigilance.

Snape seemed to be approaching me. In the instant I was talking to the Dark Lord, he was getting closer and closer to me, and he seemed to have moved about three meters from his original position.

And this is definitely not an illusion, because my memory is never wrong, his last position is definitely different from now.I don't know if the Dark Lord has found out, I can only pray in my heart that all his anger is directed at me alone, and hope that his brain will be blinded by anger.

"I'm just curious about your choice." Choice?Is it hard to guess what my choice is?

Or is it that even though I have done so many things to hurt him, the rumored fearsome Dark Lord would still bet his life on the fact that I care about him.

It was too late to say it, and I saw that the wand that had been held in his hand for a long time but had never been waved was being held in his hand at this moment. The tip of the wand passed by my eyes and attracted all my attention to the door, and then followed Gently flicking his wrist up and down.

"No!" I exclaimed!

But the stopping sound was definitely not as fast as his chanting. In the next second, Draco, who had been cast with the 'Petrification Curse' and still kept his staring eyes and mouth open, smashed through the door in a very funny way, like a magnet tightly sucked into the Dark Lord's hand.

"And you, you are really good, you really 'cherish' my life very much as you said." He sarcastically mocked.

"You really love him, you dare not let him appear in front of me?"

"Fortunately, you have been away for a long enough time, and I have changed a lot. Of course, in your heart, I may never have changed. It has always been what you see now. If this is the case, I can't live up to your expectations, right? ?”

He smiled grimly at me, with his left hand tightly clutching the front of Draco's chest. At that moment, seeing his terrifying appearance, I suddenly understood what was wrong before.

Draco's pale face that appeared in the dream, the disappearing cabinet in a flash, and Dumbledore's conversation with him made Draco leave and find Professor Snape instead.

All the pictures flashed through my mind quickly.

The undercounted point was finally captured.

Along with these tasks during this period, there was another thing that Draco had to complete, which was ignored by me who claimed to have an excellent memory, because that thing did not endanger Draco's life in the end.

But if Draco hadn't been ordered to complete that matter, his psychological defense would not have been frustrated so quickly.

'Kill Dumbledore. '

No wonder he's smiling like that, no wonder he's giving us two moments together because he's going to have Draco kill Dumbledore and grab the Elder Wand from him.

That meant Draco must die.No, even if I want to leave, I have to settle this matter in advance.

"Disarm you!" Taking advantage of the unpreparedness, I took out my wand and pointed it at his right hand holding the wand. I don't know if it was an illusion. That's all.

But his wand actually flew out of his hand, and the spell seemed to have a great impact on him, and even Draco's left hand, which was tightly clenched, loosened due to pain.

Seeing that the petrified Draco seemed to be back to normal again, and seeing the Dark Lord take two steps back like an electric shock, the anger that had just diminished grew back tens of thousands of times at this moment.

I watched him mobilize all his self-control, take a deep breath and look away from me, step by step towards the wand, bend down to pick it up, and then walk back to the chair step by step.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

He sat back with a sneer, holding the end of the wand in his left hand across his legs, and holding the tip of the wand in his right hand, playing with both hands up and down, as if he was really enjoying it.

"You're pissing me off."

If he doesn't speak.

I shivered, but I still managed to speak: "The greatest white wizards and dark wizards of this century are nothing more than that, and a 'except your weapon' can't dodge. I accidentally hit Principal Dumbledore before He behaved like you after the wand hand, will you be left with the same aftereffects as he?"

I saw him freeze for a moment as he slowly turned his gaze from the wand in his hand to mine.

"Crippled like him, a wizard who can't even control his wand, will you, Tom."

I knew it.

"I swore a long time ago that I will not let anyone hurt you, and I will never let you die. Even before just 'for my own sake', I wanted to keep that vow."

I have no worries anymore.

00: 00: 30

"Avada Kedavra!" A burst of green light came on, and the ridiculous thing was that the light didn't shoot at me, but aimed at Draco behind me.

Even if I cast countless jinxes on him, even when he asked me 'do you want me to die so much' and replied to him, yes, you must die, at worst you come and kill me.

He was trembling with anger but still pointed the tip of his wand at Draco: "Kill you? I might as well kill him. I'm afraid this is the most tormenting you."

I've seen a lot of angry back laughs, but it's the first time I've seen a smile like his that makes people feel like blood will ooze from between the teeth in the next second.

"Want to die and get rid of it? It's not that simple, I won't let you succeed."

With that, he shot a fatal blow at Draco.

And I, who no longer had any worries, rushed forward to block him without any hesitation.

What's interesting is that every time I take a step towards Draco, the system sound in my brain is frantically ringing the alarm, I can't hear Draco's voice at all, and I can only hear the system sound in my head. Saw him yelling 'no'.

It turns out that the system that keeps posting "deadly missions" is so afraid of my death. I thought the purpose of this live broadcast system is to kill players before it's over.

When the spell hit my back, I seemed to see Professor Snape rushing towards me from the corner of my eye. He was obviously about to die, but his perception was not weakened at all, even the sudden gust of wind blowing behind me Can perceive clearly.

Including the figure that suddenly rushed out from the foot, it was Nagini.

It was looking at me anxiously, probably because it was worried about me, so it appeared in front of me regardless of the danger.

My nose was sore, but the sharp pain from behind reminded me that eternal sleep may be in the next second, and I didn't have any time to hesitate to be sentimental.

The hand that had been in the pocket was finally pulled out at this moment, and together with the snake teeth that had been clenched for a long time, they stabbed at the giant snake with an unbelievable face, which was startled by my movements and forgot to run away.

00: 00: 03

I still remember that I had a question at the very beginning: why would I, who was timid and liar, be assigned to Gryffindor, who is known for his 'bravery' and 'integrity'.

And now, I finally understand the question that has been haunting me for five years.

"Is that all you want to kill me?" And at the end of his life, when a broken Draco was 'apparated' by Snape and the alarm was finally removed from my mind, I heard behind me The man's question.

really interesting.

He knew that this tragedy belonged to him and could escape, but he still kept the diary in my room, and still asked me to choose between him and Draco.

really interesting.

He kept repeating that he had changed a lot since the reunion, and I was reminding myself that this is the Dark Lord, not Tom.

But this time, I finally saw familiar emotions on that familiar face again. He was Tom, but I couldn't even answer the last question.

As if I haven't been able to tell Draco 'Actually, Astoria isn't that bad, the little girl with blond hair is pretty cute, and Pansy is not bad, arrogance is not a bad thing, the more arrogant you are, the more worthy you are. '

I didn't have time to tell Tom 'it's not your fault, you could have a normal life. '

I still owe the little snake a 'sorry. '

All the memories of 'Forgetting All Empty' will be restored.

before dying.

00: 00: 00

[mission failed! ]

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