People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

(Parallel world, private settings, there is a high probability of knives, please read with caution.)

No one thought that the Saviors would fail, at least not Bryce.

He always thought that he and the person in his heart would drift further and further apart until she stood on the podium of victory.

When Blaise first heard the news of Harry's disappearance, he accidentally broke a valuable antique vase and missed the "boss's" annual meeting.

But Voldemort did not blame him too much. Although Harry seemed to have failed, Voldemort would never be able to celebrate his victory without seeing the body.

Until Blaise heard from Afro again.

The gloomy sky exuded a depressing atmosphere. The fog outside the window covered the entire manor, and from time to time there was the sound of cold wind blowing down leaves.

"How is she?" A teenager was standing by the window, his well-tailored dark gray suit making him look even taller.

"It's not optimistic. Although the curse didn't cause fatal injuries, it did bring serious sequelae."

Brace turned around with an indifferent expression and looked at the doctor he had found. His aggressive face was tinged with a little worry, and his white knuckles were casually placed on the second button of his suit.

"What are the side effects?"

The doctor glanced at the boy quickly and secretly, lowered his head and did not dare to look him in the eye. He pondered over and over again in his heart before speaking carefully.

"But it's not very serious. It's just temporary blindness..."

"Blind?" Brace frowned slightly, looking a little uneasy. His eyes fell on the white wooden door across from him, which vaguely revealed a corner of the bed.

"Can it be recovered?" The voice was almost trembling.

The doctor could tell that the girl in the room was important to the Dark Lord's right-hand man.

He didn't dare to promise anything, but he didn't dare to tell the truth either. After all, the lives of his family were in the hands of others.

"As long as you take good care of yourself, the possibility of recovery is still very high."

The doctor didn't know how he got back home. He only remembered that after he gave his answer, the boy's face became extremely strange.

I don’t know whether I want the girl to get better or not.

Afro, who was attacked unexpectedly, lay on the soft bed. The number 23 in her mind suddenly disappeared when she was attacked.

And she couldn't contact Harry. Although everything was a setup, she suddenly lost all contact and began to feel scared for no reason.

Especially now that she has lost her sight.

A sound of quick and slow footsteps came slowly from a distance and sounded very familiar.

"Harry?"

The man stopped walking after hearing her voice. Afro identified the direction of the voice and turned his head.

Blaise was caught off guard by Afro calling out other names and felt both disappointed and happy.

Lost, she never thought that she would save her.

Glad, fortunately she didn't recognize me.

Bryce slowly traced the girl's outline with his eyes, and when he saw the white gauze covering her eyes, the bold idea completely occupied his mind.

He was going to take Harry's place!

In the sixth grade, Hogwarts had already seen clear teams and hostile camps. It was also at this time that Avro agreed to Harry's pursuit, completely blocking Blaise's plan.

But Merlin may have favored him, making Harry disappear and Aphrodite return to his side.

This time, he will never let go.

"Harry? Is that you?"

Afro, who heard no answer, carefully stretched out a hand, as if wanting to touch him.

"I'm here." Blaise took two steps forward and held Afro's hand.

Afro first smiled happily at "Harry", then frowned slightly as if she noticed something.

"Harry, why is your voice a little hoarse?"

Bryce sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still holding hers, his eyes fixed on her, afraid that she would disappear.

"Ahem, I have a cold recently, so my voice is a little different than before."

After hearing his words, Afro's brows were furrowed, and her tone was filled with worry and concern.

"Cold? Have you taken medicine?" She anxiously touched Bryce's arm and held it tightly with both hands.

Blaise looked at her worried expression about Harry and still responded to her with a smile, but he was jealous and crazy in his heart.

Harry! Harry!

All she had eyes for was the failed savior!

Afro wanted to say something, but was blocked by Blaise.

Although "Harry" said he had a cold, Afro still felt something was wrong.

For a period of time afterwards, Afro lived in a so-called safe house, and Blaise, who pretended to be Harry, restricted her from leaving the room on the grounds of recuperating from injuries.

Afro never let her guard down. Sometimes she suspected that the person next to her was not Harry at all, but some of his little actions were exactly the same as before.

It’s just that I am more frequent and persistent in my intimate contact with myself.

For example, he would stay by my side all the time, and they would hold hands whenever they had free time, and the strength of the hand holding was stronger than at any other time before.

Addicted to kissing, always rubbing your lips against your own.

Not to mention everyday actions like hugging, she even wondered if there were some magnets installed on the two of them!

"Harry, I can take care of myself."

When Afro felt a warm body pressing against her back again, she couldn't help but speak.

"I'm worried." His moist lips lingered on her neck and ears, and the arms around her waist held his body tightly.

"Baby, why did you forget again? Huh?" Bryce's lips gradually moved down, and wet kisses fell on her shoulders and neck one after another, and the heat from his breath hit the back of her neck.

Afro twisted his neck uncomfortably, trying to increase the distance between them.

"I……"

She thought of the name "Harry" that she had corrected in recent days, and her face turned red, unable to open her mouth.

It's so corny.

Bryce wasn't annoyed. He simply didn't want to hear an offensive name from the girl.

As for these small names, let’s keep them in certain fixed scenes.

"Baby, what kind of wedding do you want?"

"what?"

The topic changed so quickly that Afro, who was still immersed in shyness, didn't react for a while.

The silly and cute look made Bryce feel good. He hugged the girl tightly, and while she looked dazed, he lowered his head and kissed her slowly.

After a long and lingering kiss, Afro's mind completely left home.

Not until the last bit of sun light fell into the horizon did Bryce let go of the poor red lips.

"How about a garden full of roses?" Blaise leaned lightly against the head of the bed. Afro, with a flushed face, leaned against his chest with her eyes closed. Her golden hair was entwined tenderly around his fingers, never leaving.

After Afro calmed down his breathing, he gradually regained his senses.

"Aren't we supposed to talk about this after we're done?"

Bryce paused with his hand that was gently combing the girl's hair. He took a deep breath and clenched his hand behind the girl's head little by little, holding the strand of hair in his palm.

"I can not wait anymore."

I can't wait any longer, I'm afraid I can't keep you.

"I want to be with you forever."

His voice was hoarse and deep, with an imperceptible forbearance.

"Let's get married now, okay?"