Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Harry opened his eyes.

His eyes were actually blood red.

His face was hideous, as if he was trying hard to suppress the pain deep in his soul.

He looked at me being pressed under Draco, and the bloodshot in his eyes became more intense.

"Draco, why are you irritating him?"

"How can this be called exciting?" Draco showed an unfathomable expression.

"We'll see."

He whispered in my ear.

He sucked my earlobe gently, which brought me another tingling sensation.

I had a strange feeling in my heart.

I know this is wrong.

But under Harry's gaze, all that guilt and panic turned into desire.

"Focus, Aurora..."

Draco changed his sucking to nibbling.

I groaned in pain, which only attracted his wanton "ridicule".

He looked down at me.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"You actually activated the core of the spiritual fruit..."

I was astonished beyond words.

"The spiritual fruit has long been fused with your soul, and so have the vines..." He paused, "It's a pity that besides you, I am also the one controlling them..."

"Aurora, this is your soul world, please put away the clothes that are in the way..."

He touched my forehead gently, and I found myself lying naked on the ground.

Instead, there were crisscrossing vines that wrapped me tightly.

Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry: "It feels so good to eat alone..."

His provocative tone made me feel very uneasy.

At this moment, Harry came to us quietly without anyone noticing.

His blood-red eyes had receded.

The black air on his forehead disappeared without a trace.

However, a platinum-colored band appeared around his neck.

It wrapped tightly around his neck, leaving no gap.

I could almost feel the straps tightening slightly with each breath he took.

He squatted down and came in front of me.

He guided my fingertips to his neck.

"Aurora, you are in control of my most vulnerable position..."

"You did it on purpose. You...are willing to..."

"Although the negative impact of Voldemort's soul piece has been eliminated, in the final analysis, I have become an inseparable whole with it... If, I mean if... I am no longer myself, please let me disappear between heaven and earth..."

If Voldemort divided his soul into seven parts in order to seek eternal life.

So Harry, this is entrusting your weakness directly to me.

After the death of the physical body, one can come back to the world again through reincarnation.

Soul this is not so.

This is exactly what China means by “reduced to ashes.”

Once the soul is scattered, it will never be able to enter reincarnation again.

"What nonsense are you talking about..." I tapped his forehead lightly.

Here, the engraving of the petals is already very obvious.

"It hurts a little..." His voice sounded very aggrieved.

"Of course it hurts to be marked. That's how Aurora went through that too..." Draco said as he stroked my mark.

"Especially, she wants to mark both of us at the same time..."

Draco pulled me into his arms and said, "Let's continue as we were just now... okay?" He seemed to be asking, but he was invading my five senses without giving me any explanation.

My vision was taken away, but my hearing and sense of touch were infinitely magnified.

"What kind of gameplay is this?"

I feel like an ark, drifting and without support.

"Give yourself to us, Aurora."