HP told my dad to hit you after school

"Have you ever experienced despair?"

From the 1st to the 12th, every assassin has been asked this question.

Fassbinder was smiling, fiddling with his pocket watch, nonchalantly gathering his army.

"I've done my greatest work," he announced, holding up his pocket watch. "Despair."

None of the hooded men made a sound, including No. 8, Thomas Lorenz, who just joined half a year ago.

"Now, I need experimenters, the first batch of people who experience despair. You will enter the dream of despair, and after experiencing it yourself, wake up and report your experience to me."

"I will use despair myself after you experience it."

Fassbinder didn't wait for their reaction—and in fact they didn't—he made his choice:

"You're first, number 8,"

Lorenz raised his chin slightly and stepped out.

"I thought you hadn't experienced despair in the past 17 years, so I wondered how it would work on you."

Fassbinder pointed to the small room on the other side of the bunker: "Go and lie down."

The carrier of despair is the nugget pocket watch.The principle is simple. After being hypnotized by a pocket watch, the desperate person falls into endless dreams.

Dreamland is the corridor of memory for the desperate.

The desperate person consciously relives the experience in the past memory fragments. He may relive the happiest moments, but the most likely to appear are those moments of sadness, despair, grief, anger, pain and embarrassment.

Given that the desperate are conscious, they will invariably choose to use what they know to change the course of events in their memories.Then the accident is avoided, the pain disappears, and as the hopeless man breathes a sigh of relief, the hands turn and he falls into the next memory - he finds that nothing has changed for him.

Lorenz realized he was listening to his mother read "Jack and the Beanstalk" in the living room.

"......He crawled along the vine, crawled."

The corners of Mom's mouth curled up tenderly, and Lorenz looked at her in a daze, then he jumped up—

"What's the matter, little Tommy?" Mom closed the book. "Don't you want to hear the story? Uncle won't be here in a while."

"Medicine...medicine." Lorenz gritted his teeth and rushed to his mother's bedroom, found the medicine bottle on the bedside table, and ran back to the living room clutching the life-saving vial.

At the age of 10, my mother suffered an emergency.A heart attack killed her in the absence of her father and uncle.

It's just because he didn't catch the medicine in time.

Although the uncle forgives him: a 10-year-old child can no longer do better.But he still blames himself.

Pain comes from "what if".

Mom paused when she read about the cage, and Lorenz almost passed out with fright.

Mom was speechless, her eyes were staring, and the book fell from her trembling hands——

He jumped up, stuffed the medicine that had been poured out into her mouth, and lifted his jaw skillfully for her to swallow.Then he used her wand to notify papa and uncle.

"Thomas, I'm always by your side."

Fassbinder put his hands on his shoulders, Lorenz didn't react.

In the last second, my mother opened her eyes on the hospital bed, and in this moment, he returned to her funeral.

He stepped forward numbly and mechanically, and placed a bouquet of lilies in front of the tomb.The man who had pushed him into despair was now behind him, a young man entering politics, a poor bereaved brother.

He has changed nothing.In the last memory, he kept his mother alive.But now he's back to his original timeline.

Despair is futile,

"Eric." Lorenz raised his hand to hold Fassbinder. At this time, Fassbinder, who had no nasolabial folds at the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes and silently covered his nephew's hand in his own.

All he has is Eric, and Lorenz is now reliving the moment that planted the seed in him.

Lorenz was only proud of his looks, and Eric.

Lorenz was clumsy from a young age.He is not a very outstanding genius, but he is obedient, he listens to his mother and uncle.

His dad has disappeared without a trace since he was 5 and his mum says his heart is red and he chose a different path.Lorenz had no memory of him at all, and never had the idea of ​​looking for him.Because Fassbender took the place of his father, he was the only joy in his childhood.

Mother's heart is bad, a genetic disease that cannot be cured by magic.As a result, Lorenz hardly ever went out because Mom needed to recuperate.Every joy comes from Fassbinder's visit, he will bring candy, trains, videos, cameras...

The person Lorenz loved most in the world was Fassbender.All his pillars are him.His life is funded by Fassbinder, and his spirit is supported by Fassbinder's approval.

But he will only disappoint the person he loves the most time and time again.

He didn't want to disappoint Fassbender.In Durmstrang, the boys called him the Lamplighter behind his back, because he always studied at midnight to make up for the day, and even so, he was no match for the geniuses, the ones who can learn by playing. .

Fassbinder didn't pay much attention to his grades, because he was climbing the ranks, hitting the ministerial position.

It wasn't until his third grade, when Fassbinder gained power, that he discovered what Fassbinder cared most about.

is an opponent.An opponent who is evenly matched, has the posture of heaven and man, and can achieve great things.

He is jealous.

But he is not qualified.

Walking down a tan-carpeted hallway with landscape etchings on either side of the wall, he realized he was in the German Ministry of Magic, and he kept walking, expecting to meet Fassbinder, and figure out which section it was. in memory.

He passed a door with a gold inlaid plaque on it:

"Reception room".

The diplomatic office area, he realized, turned around and looked towards the end of the corridor, trying his best to catch the sounds in the room.

"...in a meeting, over in 3 hours. Do you need anything?"

"Do you have a map of Munich?"

English, he made out, the accent of the second voice was all too familiar to him, a girl from the East End.

He stood quietly outside the door, his body filled with crazy thoughts and ambitions.

He could finally not disappoint Eric.

3:45, one hour before the end of the meeting.He found Isabella holding a dictionary and talking to the conductor word by word outside the stadium.

From a long distance, he saw a girl with long black hair.She is only 12 years old, so short that she has to stand on her tiptoes to see the ticket window.Lorenz suddenly thought of her grown-up appearance in the play, tall and slender.

"It's—it's okay. A—ticket." She read German word for word.

He walked behind Isabella and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

"Tourist?" he asked with a smile in relaxed English.

Isabella turned her head and looked up at his face, with a little vigilance: "Excuse me?"

"I just want to help you." Lorenz shrugged. "It stands to reason that the game is almost in the second half now, and tickets should not be sold."

"Why..." She was discouraged.

"But I can take you to the souvenir shop." Lorenz put on his warmest smile, "Bayern fans from Great Britain?"

"I like Real Madrid and Manchester United." Isabella hurried to catch up with him.

"Then what are you watching at Bayern's home court? This is Dortmund."

"How exciting the Bundesliga giants are against the Hornets!" Isabella said with high spirits.

Lorenz found that she was easy to get acquainted with people, relying on her enthusiasm and vivacity that was not at all ostentatious.

"The store...is here."

He pushed the door open for her in a gentlemanly way, and Isabella said thank you sweetly, and then jumped in with great joy.He watched her amusedly drowning in the commemorative player card of the jersey and scarf, and then she was instantly pulled down by the shock of German.

"I can't understand!" Isabella looked for Lorenz for help, "That, that... that Mr. Kazumi?"

"Who is Kazumi?" Lorenz had a vague impression, as if Isabella had secretly called him that when she was in school.

"Ah, a (yellow) angel with the same blue eyes and red lips as you. You look like him when you focus on something and smile at people."

Lorenz smiled: "You say I'm an angel? It's an honor. My name is actually Thomas."

"Thomas, Thomas..." Isabella muttered, "as if Tom is a simplification of Thomas?"

Lorenz shrugged: "I've been called Thomas since I was little, and sometimes my mother calls me Tommy."

"Tony!" Isabella smiled even brighter.

"Tommy," Lorenz corrected.

"My name is Isabella." Isabella stretched out her right hand to him, "Of course, if you find it annoying, you can simplify it to Isa."

Lorenz shook hands with her lightly: "Isabella...I remember your English Keats has a long poem."

""Isabella——and the pot of basil." Isabella continued smoothly, "Have you read it too?"

"Yes, so I think you must be well-wished by the person who named you."

Isabella was clearly pleased by him: "I don't know...but it would be nice if it was taken like that."

"Okay, our Miss Basil," Lorenz bowed slightly, "do you need Tommy's translation service?"

"Basil..." Isabella repeated, then squinted her eyes with a smile, "Basil is perilla. Okay! Then, Mr. Tommy, let's go and see the jersey first!"

They had a good hour.Lorenz's talkativeness and humor and Isabella's whimsy and knowledgeable memorization produced a wonderful reaction.After Laurenz sent Isa to the entrance of the German Ministry of Magic, Isabella was still a little reluctant.

"I think we can leave a contact information for each other." Isabella wearing a Bayern scarf looked at him inquiringly, "Do you have a phone number or something?"

Lorenz smiled and shook his head: "No need. Fate will bring us back together."

"Can......"

Lorenz had already turned around, waved his hands coolly behind him, and disappeared around the corner without turning his head.

Isabella stood there dumbfounded.

"What an exotic encounter, huh?" After the meeting, Fassbender stood at the window, looking at Lorenz who returned with a sense of accomplishment, with a half-smile.

Lorenz felt that he had fulfilled his mission.

"Did you know she was—"

"I know." Lorenz memorized her information proficiently, "Isabella Slytherin, 12 years old, born on June 1960, 6, her father is the incumbent—"

Fassbender's mouth curled up into a smile.

"Tommy has grown up." He looked at his little nephew who had stumbled, "began to look like me."

This was the compliment Lorenz craved.

This memory is extremely long.Although there are jumps in the middle, the timeline is coherent.

Lorenz opened his eyes and found that there was darkness in front of him, and there were whispers in his ears.

"Hmm..." said a familiar voice, "He has a good heart, values ​​family affection, is hardworking and..."

"Slytherin," he thought.

"Slytherin?" the Sorting Hat asked, "Have you figured it out? You're really not suitable, boy, you have no ambition, and all you do is to please others. You probably won't make friends there, I am Say, you don't really value friendship yourself, and Slytherin isn't for you. If I had to say, Hufflepuff—"

"Slytherin," he insisted.Last time the Sorting Hat was nagging him like this.

It was silent for a long time.

"Okay." It compromised.

After the hat announced the results loudly, he took off his hat and stood up, taking in all the stares who were amazed by his appearance, and then he looked straight at the Slytherin table, where there was thunderous applause, and a black man blushing with surprise and joy. hair girl.

He walked towards the Slytherin table step by step, looking at Isabella, and Isabella looked at him.

The prefect shook his hand, and he let go, turned and walked straight towards Isabella.This time there was an empty seat next to her, and Snape was opposite her, frowning at him.

"What did I say, fate, Miss Basil." He raised his eyebrows.

"So you—" Isabella said incoherently, "You are a wizard!"

"Yeah, I never said I was a Muggle."

"It's really..." Isabella could only laugh at the end, she raised her face warmly and grinned.Lorenz stepped over the bench to sit beside her.

"Now it's your turn to translate, Miss Basil," he said. "Introduce me to Hogwarts?"

In the dream, his relationship with Isabella unexpectedly developed by leaps and bounds.Perhaps the encounter in a foreign country was too dreamy, and she completely lost the frustrating vigilance and vigilance in reality.

They discussed together in the library, even forcing Snape to walk alone again.Isabella helped him review the Hogwarts syllabus, helped him choose a suitable study case, corrected it, and corrected it.

He's on the Slytherin Quidditch team, Isabella doesn't trust broomsticks, and he easily convinces her to go for a ride with him on one after tryouts.

"The dress I'm wearing!" she made a last effort.

"I remember you said you would wear safety pants."

"It's not—why do you remember this?!" She was ashamed and angry.

"Come on," he held out his hand to her on the broom in the sunset, "Come on, it doesn't matter if you put your arms around my waist, I promise this will be a smooth and wonderful flight, try it, come on."

She compromised anyway.She stepped on the broom and touched his waist hesitantly. He took her wrist with his own and let her wrap it around him.

He could feel her breath tickling his neck.

"Going to take off," he whispered.

"Yeah." She tightened her grip.

He kicked the ground hard and rose into the air.

The evening wind brushed their faces, and Hogwarts gradually became smaller before their eyes, the sky and the earth were far away, and the horizon was shining with the setting sun.

Lorenz forgot for a moment the illusory despair he was in.He was immersed in the relaxation and joy of flying, and there was a girl behind him who he didn't know if he fell in love with.

"It's so beautiful, Hogwarts." Isabella said softly, "I've wanted to come here since I was a kid. My dad loves this place, and so do I."

Lorenz doesn't love Hogwarts.He has gained envy and humiliation here, and there is no difference anywhere.

"She has a mysterious and thick beauty." He echoed.

Isabella gently rested her head on his back, exhaled slowly and long.

"Tommy."

"Ok?"

"...your mother called you that, right?"

"......right."

"That's great." His back accepted the tremor from her sigh, "I was a child..."

"My mother died when I was ten," he said, not terribly depressed.

"She must love you very much, right?"

"Ah."

"That's nice. I haven't even seen her."

Isabella was silent for a longer time.They flew slowly over the Black Lake, towards the Forbidden Forest.

"She was in poor health and died after giving birth to me," she said slowly, "I've seen pictures of her and she's beautiful, with my favorite blue eyes, although my dad insists they sometimes turn purple, I don't know how that reflects."

"My father said that she is very gentle, I don't think you can bear my father if you are not gentle, hahaha."

"...I wish I could feel her tenderness too."

They turned back to the field and landed slowly.

"Isabella," they stopped on the lawn, Lorenz stretched out his hand and put it on Isabella's hand, "you have to believe, they love us from the beginning to the end. Even death can't kill us separate."

"I think so too." She didn't withdraw her hand.

They folded their hands.Laurenz was almost intoxicated by this moment.

"Go back to the world, my fiancee!"

Lorenz raised his arms in Peverell's costume, and Snape led the beautiful and extravagant Isabella onto the stage, and he could see that she was trying to restrain the urge to pounce.

"Don't go, stay with me forever." He said his lines as he hugged her.

"I'm not leaving," she whispered in his ear as Isabella.

"Why do you ask this—I don't know! It's my dad who runs the company."

Lorenz froze for a moment, he quickly looked around, the deserted common room, the fire was crackling, and it seemed that 14-year-old Isabella was snuggling beside him at this time.

"But you are a legal person, little Basil." Lorenz coaxed, "It's not difficult to ask, right?"

"..." She hesitated for a long time.

"You can't do something, can you?" She seemed to compromise.

"I won't do anything to hurt you." He lied without blinking.

Fassbinder looked up at the ceiling.

"Finally..." he murmured, "I have defeated him at last, my old friend."

"It's thanks to you, Thomas." He sat up straight, Lorenz was dressed neatly, sipping the beer his uncle poured himself.

"Beauty trick." Lorenz smiled lightly, "Eric has always been good at remote control."

"He's been taken to my dungeon." Fassbender got up, "Your little girlfriend is also—go and see together? Speaking of which, she is also a hero."

Lorenz's heart skipped a beat.

"It's... well, I mean...,,, good."

They were held separately because Voldemort kept trying to strangle her.Lorenz didn't dare to look at the man who had been in high spirits, and hurried to Isabella's room.

The room was empty.The guards said that she likes to inflict wounds on herself with bare hands, because they have to heal her every day to keep her alive.

He opened the cell door, saw her, and almost didn't dare to recognize her—the long hair was tangled, the bare skin was covered with scars, and the eyes that were once so bright were lifeless and desperate.

She looked up at him, and he almost took a step back in fright at the instant hatred in her eyes.

She was about to lose her ability to speak.She ho ho tried hard to make a sound, and Lorenz was bewildered and wanted to escape.

"You..." she said with difficulty.

Her father's wailing came from outside the door.

She froze, then rushed towards him.But she was so weak that she just fell hard on the ground.

"Let...me...die!" she screamed, "let me...die! Let me die!"

sorry.He squirmed his lips and watched her struggle to get up.

"I... ask you," her tears had dried up, "have you... have you... been sincere?"

How much Lorenz wishes he could be a pure heartless person at this moment.A "no", happy and relaxed, but also full of the thrill of revenge.

He did.He said, "No."

But the heart is twisted like a knife,

You scum.He escaped from her sight, escaped from the dungeon, tried to escape from the dream.

He wanted to be Eric's ideal nephew, but he hurt the girl he unconsciously kept in his heart.He used lies, tricks and smooth words to make her and his own conscience beyond redemption.

"Just be the wizard who duels with the boss." Isabella put the script in his hand, then turned to grind Snape again: "Severus Severus! Think again! The god of death can also bring his fiancée princess onto the stage!"

"Don't even think about it." Snape was disgusted and cold, but he could see a bit of bravado.

"You let me down time and time again."

"It's just because of a good birth—"

"Pick up your wand! Stand up! Keep training! You coward!"

"Really, Hufflepuff if I had to—"

"Jack climbed, climbed, and finally climbed to the top..."

"You will never be happy."

A never-ending memory loop.

Absolutely futile change.

The loser's him.

Died of despair.

The minute hand of the pocket watch turned once.Fassbender watched Lorenz wake up.

"number 8."

Lorenz stared lifelessly at the ceiling.

"Back to reality, Thomas."

Lawrence didn't move.

"Tommy."

He closed his eyes again.

"Cruciate."

Fassbender flicked the watch cover.

Every test subject tried to commit suicide after waking up.

this despair...

It really made him more and more excited.

The author has something to say:

all right!Although it's a gloomy chapter, and it's Lorenz bullying us Yisha and Lauder... But this is completely Lorenz's own YY!It's not really Yisha and Lauder at all!We are stupid and righteous, and we will not be confused by him at all!Don't worry about returning to Tiantiantian in the next chapter!

From the beginning of August to today, I have pulled down a long section of the author's background, and seeing that I have accumulated more than fifty chapters, I have a lot of emotion.To this day, I still feel that I am a newcomer. After all, I am still a baby (underage is reasonable), and there are still many immature places in thinking, and the writing style is also very poor. The students around me also have the kind of attitude that I envy. Gorgeous writing.Writing this article is really just my obsession, because HP is an explanation of the flashes of my long childhood fantasy.But I didn't expect that my self-entertainment would attract so many angels.

From April to June 16, my grades in school were very poor.On the one hand, I have completely relaxed my requirements on myself because I finished the junior high school entrance examination, 4A; on the other hand, my friend stole a mobile phone for me... So I played until midnight every day, and the eloquence was written in bed during this time .These three months, whether it is the middle or the end of the term, are too bad to bear to look at.So I learned from the pain during the summer vacation, went out to make up lessons, and rode a bicycle to the teacher’s house under the scorching sun every day. After a month, my arms were all black——I turned out to be the little princess Snowball. At the beginning of August, the make-up classes are gone, so the zealous heart is not dead-read the opening article?

To be honest, my original plan was still the same as Eloquent, if I could update it irresponsibly, I would just let it go and delay him for a year.But gradually I was shocked to find out—how did comments and favorites increase so fast!Stop it, stop it!Yes, the number of readers began to increase, so much that I felt the pressure and motivation that could almost be realized.So because of you, I really picked up a sense of responsibility, and I realized that this article is the common expectation of everyone, not just my own entertainment.I have to update well.

Fortunately, after the beginning of the third year of high school, my grades went up like a collection, and my classmates were very shocked.I feel that the magic power of your love is indispensable in it.Many students in the third year of high school have more or less psychological problems. I am a careless person, and I have nothing to do. It is largely because every time I poke the comment area, I am full of energy-so many people love me. !

In 2017, I will face the biggest challenge in my life so far.I am full of confidence.I hope you can also be full of confidence.

The winter vacation of this article will definitely be over (if it is not finished, it will be delayed until after the college entrance examination QAQ), and it will definitely give them a handsome ending.After all, at the end of the writing, I love a fool more than I love the professor QAQ ah ah my silly my little fairy silly!

[Finally, I ask a question...Since I am not a contracted author, JJ did not give me any promotion at all, how did you find me here...I am super curious...]

Here are my golden thighs!Thank you for your love for Mengxin!Lick one by one...

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