[Comprehensive] Local Tyrant Love Handbook

Today was Halloween, he thought so.He walked slowly on the street, and he could see people reveling in the pubs and restaurants on the street.Through the glass, he saw people wearing ghostly clothes and funny makeup, laughing happily while raising wine glasses.He hooked the corners of his mouth amusedly, and held the jewelry box in his pocket—it was a gift he was going to give his wife.

He went to visit Peter first, and was relieved when he saw that his friend was fine, so he came to Potter's house instead.Lily told him that she would make some moving cookies today, such as real flying golden snitch cookies, and asked him to take them home for Anthea and Halle to enjoy.

Because Harry likes snitches very much, Lily will definitely make many snitch-shaped cookies for Harry.Thinking of the sly but cute expression his daughter must have had when she grabbed the biscuit's little wings to tease the flat snitch biscuit, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Seeing that the Potter's house was in front of him, his footsteps became more and more brisk.

But the Potters' door was open.He was a little puzzled, but he still pushed the door and walked in.

The house hadn't turned on the lights, it was a bit dark, he frowned, and clenched the wand in his hand.Usually when he left Potter's house, the kitten who liked to pester him would come out and meow around him, but it didn't come out today.

Then, he saw James and Lily.

They fell on the floor of the living room, their eyes wide open, their limbs twisted abnormally, and the wand they were holding had fallen aside, and it was obvious that there were no signs of life.And his godson Harry also lost track.

His head seemed to "buzz" and was hit by something.He felt as if he couldn't hear anything, almost couldn't stand still, and seemed to want to leave with them.

He rushed over like crazy, trying to help James up, but found that he couldn't even do such a thing, and James still opened his eyes, and the eyes that would never turn looked at him blankly, as if condemning Complaining, why let that traitor be their secret keeper.

He also made an appointment with James to have a drink together the day before his birthday, and then to order a cake for Anthea, because he and her had the same birthday.But now, they can no longer order cakes together...

It was all his fault that the traitor had betrayed them and killed James and Lily—if he hadn't self-righteously offered to make Peter a secret keeper, how could something have happened to James and Lily?

He's going to kill Peter Pedilou, he's going to avenge James and Lily.

No, he needs to calm down first.James is dead, but he still has his wife and daughter.He can't let them have an accident, he has to ensure their safety.

He suppressed the uneasiness and grief in his heart, and wanted to return home as quickly as possible to confirm their safety.

Apparating to the door of the house, he saw a green Dark Mark floating above the house, and his breathing stopped suddenly.He clenched his wand and quickened his pace, wanting to go back as soon as possible to make sure they were safe.

But when he returned home, what he saw was a house completely destroyed by black magic.The house that was originally warm and comfortable is now in a mess. One of Anthea's favorite vases given to Anthea by Captain America fell to the ground and shattered, and Harley's owl cage was also thrown on the ground, twisted and broken. look.

Anthea and Harley are captured by Bellatrix and are being tortured by her Cruciatus Curse.Harry's hysterical screams and cries cut his heart like a knife, and he wanted to hold her in his arms to comfort her, but found that he couldn't.Those beautiful eyes, as sweet as caramel, now seem to never be able to return to that state.

And Anthea——she still had a baby in her stomach, and she was already dying under the endless torture, and she was no longer able to scream and groan.Under her body, the blood stained the carpet gradually, and his eyes were hurt by the terrible red.

This morning they were still looking forward to the birth of Halle's younger brother and sister, and that night, the baby left them forever.

He felt that his pain had been numb.If possible, he hoped that he could be tortured instead of them, and hoped that he could save them.

However, he couldn't do anything.

His gaze turned to the other side.Harry was pushed onto the duel stage by Voldemort. The 13-year-old boy couldn't resist the powerful Dark Lord at all. Voldemort's curses hit him one after another...

A green light flew past, and he didn't make any sound.

Overwhelming despair surged out, as if he was about to be overwhelmed by darkness and pain.Everything seemed to go back to his days in Azkaban, surrounded by vicious people being imprisoned, they howled and cried in despair, only the dementors and dementors wandering in Azkaban responded to them. The roaring sea wind outside.

It was so painful that he wished he could die.

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Sirius sat there blankly, staring at his hands, as if he didn't realize why he was here all of a sudden.He was sitting on the cold ground, still in the clothes he had worn to Stuart.The icy air beat against his cheek, as if telling him where he was now.

He twisted his stiff neck and looked around.He frowned when he saw the person standing in front of him.

It was two young people, a man and a woman.

It was a bit different from the men and women of the same age he usually saw. Both of them had vigilance and hostility towards him on their faces.Their expressions were gloomy and pale, with a faint numbness that seemed that nothing could touch them.

The boy is wearing a dark tight-fitting sportswear, covering his tall and well-trained figure. A pair of sneakers on his feet step on the ground. Although he does not move, he leans his center of gravity forward slightly, as if he is ready to run with the girl next to him at any time. Lose.And that girl... her hands were by her sides, not drooping naturally, but slightly tensed, and there was a strange red light floating on her fingertips that made Sirius feel extremely uncomfortable.

Sirius intuitively felt that the scene he had just seen that made him miserable had something to do with the weird red light on the girl's hand.

Stuttgart Opera House... Sirius took off his pocket watch from his vest and glanced at the current time, then looked up at the skylight above his head, he could vaguely see the light outside: what he saw just now should be fake .

The Potters are fine, Anthea should be in the United States, Harry and Harry should have left with Loki—if he guessed correctly, they should be able to escape safely after leaving with Loki.

He fumbled in his pocket, and they took both his phone and his wand.These two young men seemed to be very difficult to mess with - what the hell were they doing keeping him here?

"Who are you? Where is this?" Although he didn't expect to get an answer, he decided to try to ask.

The red-haired girl turned her head and glanced at the boy next to her with some hesitation.The silver-haired boy took her hand and shook his head slightly.The two looked at Sirius warily again, as if they had no intention of speaking at all.

Sirius had already guessed the ending, so he didn't think much of it.He didn't want to pay attention to them, so he turned around and leaned his head against the wall of the dark house, wanting to take a rest.

Thankfully none of that is true.He was very grateful for this.

When the two young men saw him turn his back, although they were still vigilant, they were a little more relaxed than before.They looked at Sirius warily again, and then, without him seeing their movements clearly, the boy picked up the girl in an instant, and left from the stairs in the distance—he only heard the iron door lock The voice, did not see the boy's trajectory at all.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Sirius suddenly turned his head.When he heard them lock the door, he stood up, about to try to Apparate.

But he failed.It seems to have the same magic that prohibits wizards from apparating like Hogwarts.But those two people just now, one has extremely fast movements, and the other has the strange ability to emit red light - they don't look like ordinary people.

And he can be sure that they are not wizards.

Sirius sighed and sat back on the ground.He didn't know where this was, or who those two people were—as long as he wasn't caught and locked up by these obviously malicious people, he would definitely have a chance of being saved, that's why he let Harry and Harriet do that. Do, at least not get caught together.

At this time, he heard the sound of the iron gate again.Sirius wanted to stand up, but stopped at the last moment——

"Sirius Black, welcome to Sokovia." A familiar voice sounded, he frowned, and finally raised his head to look over.

"Lockhart?" Sirius sneered.It turned out to be this sensationalist guy.Last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts was this man, because he was a bit smart and a best-selling author, and most witches were fascinated by him - but Harry came back and complained that he didn't teach him anything at all. Stuff, the robbers decided to take turns going to Hogwarts to be their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"I'm not that idiot." That "Lockhart" sneered, "You should know who I am."

"... Voldemort?" This was probably the only person who was so confident.

"It's me." Lockhart's face that always had an exaggerated smile was gone this time, and he looked really handsome.

"What are you going to do?" Sirius asked straight to the point.Seeing Voldemort, it all made sense—I don't know how Harry felt when he was taken away by Loki under his nose?

"The person I'm working with is a Muggle. Although he has the ugliest name in the world, he's not an ordinary person—have you heard of mutants?" Lockhart had a Voldemort-style sneer on his face, "He's a mutant, and his purpose...is your wife."

"You mean Tom Riddle?" Sirius snorted, "Just a pervert."

"Really?" Voldemort's expression was extremely subtle, "But your wife is staying with him now~"

"What are you going to do to Thea?!"

Voldemort's smile deepened: "Maybe you don't know his ability, so I'll tell you kindly! His ability is very special, in words you can understand... he can use his ability like the Imperius Curse. The ability to control those he wants to control."