【Zhou Jia】self-punisher.

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Axorama hurried through the portal with a gloomy expression. His whole body was soaked as if he had been fished out of a pond. His hair was dripping in strands and strands, staining the old wooden floor. Dark water stains.Several people in the room who were discussing something stopped when they heard the voice, and looked at him in unison, as if waiting for him to make a concluding speech.

"Dear professor, I hope you bring no worse news." The headmaster took off his glasses and rubbed between his brows wearily.The changes in the past few days made the old man's heart groan with decadence, and he couldn't help but miss the noisy and warm office of the Ministry of Magic many years ago, those little daisies that freely stretched their branches and leaves.

The ochre-colored sun poured under the pine needles, and pressed the panting reflected in the clouds into effortless silence.The power of the ancient family is intertwined, and the roots deeply penetrated into the soil have become the foundation for maintaining the balance of all parties.The old and antiquated system of the school is almost the same as that of the Ministry of Magic. Excellent wizards born in Muggles are suppressed one after another, and the placement of ancient families is even more unscrupulous.After he left, the young pureblood took over the position majestically. He still remembers the sculptural handsome young face on the cover of the Daily Prophet, and the unfathomable brilliance shining from the bottom of his eyes.

All that pervades Hogwarts at this moment is the obscurity in the blue sky.Despite the contradictory positions, it is undeniable that he is indeed very capable, and his status as the heir of a pure-blood family can completely convince his colleagues who are in power.It was also through his recommendation that the school won an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, although in the eyes of many people it was not conscientious.It's a pity that they all left early, and the position left behind is like a hole that cannot be filled, making the already shapeless world even more foreboding of decline.

So when he discovered the unexplainable omen more than a year ago, he was relieved like the dust had settled, and fell to the ground like a stone that had been burdened for so long.He clearly foresees that the man whose identity and whereabouts are unknown wants to set off a cruel revolution-in a cruel way that he can't imagine.

The owl thrown towards the gray sky stretched its wings and walked against the wind in the dense rain.Like a leaky ball struggling to rise and fall, he sighed softly.

There is no need for the subordinate to make any reports. The other party is holding the petrified owl in his hand, and peacefully arched his head under the wings as if he was asleep.The letter paper tied to the paw has been reduced to ashes.This is a silent threat from the other side.The dense protective spells cut off the connection between the school and the outside world, and the surging magic power is of an order that ordinary people can't imagine.It would take at least two days for the outside world to discover the anomaly and come to investigate on its own initiative.

Perfect lock.

The dark green light reminded him of the man's haughty look.He always took the lead in breaking the school's established rules with disdain, and did whatever he wanted with incredible freedom.His talent is more prominent than his character, and most people can easily forgive him for this reason.

"Don't you think you're about to suffocate here, sir." The man who always sat with his legs crossed by his office looked at him lazily with his chin propped up, "It's so boring, why do you have to let the students go to bed on time? How do they observe the changes of the werewolf in the moonlight?"

"Werewolf?" He still remembers how much effort he took to adjust his expression at that time. "Our curriculum doesn't need to teach children these things. It's in the textbooks."

"Of course, 37 related items, 540 two detailed knowledge points." The man moved his fingers as if to repel flies, "Throw these students with no actual combat experience from school directly into the hunting ground to fight jackals... Oh, and while I don't feel any better about stupid kids, it defies basic logic."

"Not all kids want to be Aurors." He explained as calmly and patiently as possible. "Most of them spend their lives contentedly in their usual jobs after graduation. Some spells are too much for them."

"But when danger comes, we don't give priority to those who are prepared. But this is also very interesting." The man smiled slightly and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, the moon is so good tonight. I want to go and see those A squawking little animal, sir?"

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The broken calendar showed that today happened to be a full moon, which was a great irony.He glanced around the tired-looking colleagues in the dark room. The crimson tapestry directly behind was embroidered with golden lions, framed in a three-dimensional outline under bright and dark light.

It is correct that I am not listed as the first candidate for the principal.No matter how dangerous the situation is, a true leader will give followers great courage and determination to win.But obviously these colleagues who are a few rounds younger than him don't have much confidence in him.

He stood up, and finally swallowed the lines that had been brewing in his mind for several rounds.He raised his hand to signal the last axe-wielding Rama to sit down, and said slowly, "For the gentlemen here, this malicious visitor may not be unfamiliar. As we all know, the way to bring the dead back to life is usually There is only one... the old thing he desperately wanted by exposing himself, do you have any idea?"

"I think it should be a scroll hidden somewhere in the castle." Armorama said, "Although no one has seen it... It is said that it is an old thing that remains Slytherin's legacy. I overheard He and..." He paused and concealed the name, "I mentioned that he had been trying to find it while he was studying in school. It seems to be a record of a spell that has never been used by anyone."

"The situation is unclear at the moment, but try to avoid confronting him. The safety of the children here comes first." After a moment of silence, he gave an order, "Mobilize forces to find out the whereabouts of what he asked for. Procrastinating for as long as possible. In order to prevent the worst from happening, please stay awake and stand by at all times."

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Karna heard light footsteps on the top floor, but there was little conversation.Under the dim light, his fingertips gently touched the remains of the Horcruxes lined up on the table.At the end of winter, the ring that had been lost for many years was found under the melted ice. Together with his father's relic, the earring carved into the shape of the sun, it was burned to ashes—and destroyed by Gilgamesh. There should be three missing Horcruxes for that ruby.

The name of the giant python named Naga, the secret scroll that the man came to claim, and the name of the last Horcrux had become the only thing he cared about for several months.There was a flash of light in front of him, and he saw the familiar white hem brushing through the crack of the door.Merlin didn't seem to be affected by the tense atmosphere of the school, and even overslept and didn't attend the concentration meeting. At this time, he was still yawning unconsciously.

"Good morning, Karna." Merlin sleepily ignored the time already pointing to the afternoon, "Are you previewing tomorrow's homework, unfortunately, class is suspended, temporarily."

"Professor. If I want to know something that is not recorded in the book, how should I get the answer."

"Are you referring to divination?" Merlin blinked at him, "I remember your father was very good at it, and he even predicted Mr. Arjuna's birth time accurately. Do you want to learn this kind of knowledge? ?”

"No...it's definitely there, but no one knows what it's supposed to look like."

"Then you should know." Merlin replied briskly, "Your eyes tell me that you have seen Eris... If you have such a strong desire for the answer, then this honest magic mirror must reflect snow White."

In an instant, all doubts came to an end without any obstruction.Karna's hand holding the wand tightly clenched and then loosened.When everything is answered it's like sunlight piercing through a cloud.Everything that was originally chaotic was completely left behind.He gently closed the unfinished book, and gently held the earring that had been irreparably scorched black in the palm of his hand, as if he had returned to his childhood and tightly grasped his father's big warm hand.

His father had foreseen his death from the very beginning and rejected him in order to avoid the pain of parting.

The life that survived by relying on the blood of the unicorn was originally an incomplete and defective product.Maybe his father didn't know what kind of encounter he would have, and he had no way of knowing that the manipulator who started everything had been with him day and night.The curse was originally aimed at him, not Arjuna who blocked the blow for him.At the last moment, the little elf who was still hoping to return to the ancient magic family for blessing got the ending he longed for in some cruel way.

He has no intention of pursuing the origin of all this, and the road before him has never been so clear and wide.The faint sound of thunder kicked off the prelude to the final chapter, and the father who had touched him tenderly with his hand let out a sigh of pity like a god.At this time, his intermittent memory pieced together the key fragments, showing the original appearance of the broken reality to all the participants manipulated by fate.

"...Let me pray for you in advance... May your soul find eternal rest when the last moment comes."

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The man who was sneaking in the dark night showed his scarred right hand in the wide-sleeved robe.The moonlight quenched on the fingertips has experienced the baptism of the torrential rain, and it seems to be contaminated with a sticky and wet smell.You can clearly hear the sound of time falling in the hourglass, stepping on the strings of death every time.

He never believed in the theory of the so-called book of fate, and was more inclined to attribute it to the coincidence of delicate gears colliding.Everyone's soul has a unique tone, although most of them are meaningless cacophony.The only thing that cannot be classified is himself—the silent eddy of the turbulent flow in the still water, the dry shallows covered with weeds, and finally sink into the endless mud, swallowing all sound.

Naga slid silently from under his feet to the back, a line of demonstration flashed in the eyes of the orange snake, raised his neck and spit out bright red letters towards the figure looming in mid-air, and was immediately stunned by the sudden burst of golden light Low stature.The scarlet eyes looked down at the hissing cold-blooded animal, and landed condescendingly on the only nearby rock that would not be stained with dirty mud.He bent his fingertips to light a cluster of open flames, and raised his jaw haughtily towards the man.

"Being with this kind of thing all day, it really exudes an unappetizing aura."

"It's a joy to meet a distinguished guest unexpectedly." The man showed no sign of being irritated, as if he had already noticed his existence, and the emotion in his slow tone was unpredictable.

"I have no intention of meddling in the private affairs between you." Gilgamesh threw a ruby ​​wreckage with a black surface, "You can also not pursue the crime of stealing this damn snake, and restrain yourself before you really anger me. Tiny trick, poor silverfish."

"Ha." The man stroked the edge of the pocket watch with his fingertips, glanced casually at the destroyed vessel, his dark pupils reflected the figure of the other party, "You have the strength to fight me, but because of nothing Standing on the sidelines with meaningless bottom line. Descendants of pure-blood families, you have to pay attention...arrogance and underestimation always go hand in hand."

"This time—"

A cloud of bluish light stalked towards Gilgamesh, only to be countered by the latter's disgusting cast of the same incantation.But obviously the purpose of the man is not here. "Damn it." Gilgamesh's fingertips glowed brightly, and they stabbed straight at the python's protruding neck.The fishy smell gushing out after the layers of scales stretched made him disgustedly increase the frequency of the spell.He saw the man showing a secret smile before disappearing, his pet still being cut in two by Gilgamesh's angry blade.

The huge snake body bounced violently, and landed heavily in the wet mud.He could vaguely discern where the man was headed, but Gilgamesh had no intention of pursuing it.He put away his wand to clean up the dust all over his body, and he was greeted with the stench of the exploded corpse of the giant python.

"Let's go." Gilgamesh extinguished the faint light floating in the sky.The friend standing behind with folded arms stared at the dense jungle hundreds of feet away with rare and deep eyes. "This is the last chance, Yu doesn't intend to watch Karna ruin his life here."

"Hey." Gilgamesh turned his head and took a deep look at the place where the breath arrived, "People who need help can always be sheltered when their lives are dying. You don't need to worry about the fate of others, and you interfere with it for no reason." It is the source of disaster."

not to mention……

Gilgamesh snorted softly.

That's it.

-TBC-