[hp] Pure White Age

marriage.Even if it's too late to hold a wedding according to regulations, at least there should be a simple ceremony. "

This is not just a wedding, but also a proof of the loyalty of the two couples and even the four families to the Dark Lord.

Draco was silent.

"Both your father and I think that compared to Nott's side, your relationship with Pansy is fairly stable. Your father is already making preparations, and you can talk to him after dinner."

What are you going to do?Gifts from both families.dress.ring.I would like to say a word.In the end, he still couldn't avoid these things.

Ron smiled and looked at the newcomer in front of him.With a white veil on his head, Tonks walked towards the groom supported by Arthur.Her hair, grown for the wedding, was a beautiful rose shade, matching her equally pink cheeks.Lupine looked at her under the flower stand covered with yellow roses, his eyes and her steps were so light and firm.Ron put his arms around Hermione and Harry's shoulders.

"Mr. Remus Lupine, are you willing to marry Miss Nymphadora Tonks and form one body with Merlin under the witness of Merlin, be loyal to her and love her for the rest of your life, whether poor or rich, healthy or sick, Guard her, are you willing to do this?"

"Miss Nymphadora Tonks, are you willing to marry Mr. Remus Lupine and become one with Merlin under the witness of Merlin, be loyal to him and love him for the rest of your life no matter whether you are rich or poor, healthy or sick? , protect him, are you willing to do this?"

"I am willing."

"I am willing."

Ron smiled and raised his glass. "You just had the inhibitor injection," Hermione pushed his hand away, "you can't drink yet."

"Relax, Hermione, how can you not drink at a time like this?" Harry retorted her, and Lucian patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"I'll just drink a little," Ron explained to his two friends.In fact, the inhibitors most affected appetite. If he didn't drink some wine, it would be meaningless for him to sit at such a sumptuous table.Lupine and Tonks looked this way, and everyone raised their glasses and shouted blessings.Today's weather is exceptionally good, and the blue of the sky seems to be gentler than usual.Before this, Ron had never really listened to wedding vows, perhaps because he had attended so few weddings, perhaps because he had never imagined the scene where the one he loved stood shoulder to shoulder with his family and friends, The union is announced in the presence of Merlin.

There is a dull pain in the back of the neck.

"I am willing." He said silently in his heart, and took another sip of wine.

☆、Chapter140 Ending (1)

The Malfoy house was visibly busy.Draco would see Pansy sitting on the sofa drinking tea every day when he came home, and the evening was the only time she could rest.Bella's stomach has swelled to an exaggerated level, and she hasn't stepped out of the room since last month.Sometimes when Draco passed his mother's room, he would hear a woman's groaning in pain, the sound seemed to penetrate the cracks in the walls, and then penetrate the human skull, tearing the brain in two.

It was also during this time that Draco and Pansy exchanged rings, along with Nott and Phoebe, the second daughter of the Carlo family.It was a red-glowed evening, Draco and Nott made the final check on the disappearing cabinet at the Burkinburg store, and when they got home, Pansy and Phoebe were sitting on the sofa, the four of them looked at each other , silent, like a mirror that contrasts on all sides.Phoebe is only 15 years old, with shoulder-length brown hair and bright eyes.She knew Nott was her fiancé since she was ten years old, and she always looked at him with melancholy in her eyes.Pan Xi held her in his arms like an elder sister, and they completed the ceremony in such an atmosphere.

"The doctor says it's likely to be tonight," Pencey told him.

Draco nodded: "Will the Dark Lord come?"

"Mrs. Lestrange would like him to come." Pansy put down her teacup, "but I don't know."

"There's a long battle tonight," she murmured, casting her eyes at the thin carved window above the stairs, and Draco took her by the shoulders.Outside the living room, many Death Eaters came and went, and occasionally one or two acquaintances stopped and smiled at the young couple.There is an atmosphere of pain in the air, the kind of anesthetic that gradually loses effect, and the pain that is only sensed after the nerves regain consciousness.

This pain became reality in the second half of the night.The woman's voice seeped intermittently from that room, making it impossible for anyone on the other side of the corridor to sleep.Draco tossed and turned in bed.Lucius and Narcissa had warned him not to open the door tonight, it was an order from that person, and it made Draco realize that he had indeed visited the mansion.I don't know how many hours passed, Draco heard a weak cry in the dimness, he propped himself up from the bed, and saw a few flashes of white light coming through the crack of the door.

That same night, Ron was awakened by heavy breathing.He lifted the quilt, Hermione on the opposite bed also opened his eyes, and only the third person in the room was still asleep.Lighting their wands, they went to their friend's bed and found his brow covered with sweat.The dark-haired boy's face showed pain, and the pillow was already soaked with sweat. "Harry, wake up!" Hermione shook his shoulders, but Harry only frowned deeper, his hands tightly clutching the sheets under him, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

"Wait—" Ron grabbed Hermione's arm, "he's dreaming about that man."

This made Hermione look worried, and she and Ron held each other's hands and knelt by Harry's bed together, watching him.Ron knew that Harry's scar hadn't hurt for a long time, Dumbledore didn't let Harry participate in the plan, and asked Snape to train him in Occlumency, all in order to cut off Harry's connection with that person, tonight What happened showed that Harry was still in a passive position.

A low growl interrupted Ron's thoughts, "He looks bad! We should wake him up!" Hermione whispered.Even when he was dreaming about snakes, Harry had never looked so painful. He suddenly curled up, covered his scars with his hands and let out a faint cry, which reminded Ron of the food sucked by the necklace. Dead Apostles. "Okay, okay," he murmured, and Hermione quickly said "resuscitate quickly", and before the two of them could react, Harry had already fallen out of bed and hit the floor with a "thud".

Bill, who was in charge of the night watch, quickly rushed upstairs: "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Harry waved his hand at him, "I had a nightmare."

It was a nightmare indeed, about that man.When Bill left, Harry hadn't recovered completely.Ron poured him a glass of water, and Hermione sat beside him, with her arm around his shoulder. "You can't believe it," said the dark-haired boy after a moment. "I saw... that man and Bellatrix's two children..."

"What did you say?!" Hermione unconsciously raised her voice, "Just now? Their baby was born?"

Harry nodded: "Two children, a boy and a girl." His hand was still tightly clutching the glass of water, "There are even more terrifying...I saw..."

"See what?"

"I saw him performing...some kind of ceremony..." Harry raised his eyes, "It's strange...I seemed to be hiding in his body, and entered Malfoy Manor with him, just like I was hiding in the snake's body... ...and I can feel his mood...very complicated...a moment of excitement...a moment of irritability and anger..."

"I followed him up the stairs to the room at the end of the corridor. There was a big bed in the middle of the room, and Bellatrix was lying on that bed... Mrs. Malfoy and Parkinson were there. Bellatrix Ricks' stomach was distended like a hot air balloon...she screamed for life and asked the man to take her hand, which he did...but I sensed he was very bored and wanted it all over...'

"... I don't know how long it took before the baby was born, and then immediately taken away by two doctors... They seemed to be premature babies, they looked very weak, and they didn't even cry much...Then the man walked into another The room where the two children were also there. At this time, my scar suddenly hurt so much that I couldn’t concentrate on the dream... I seemed to see Peter Pettigrew in that room... When I came to my senses again, there was only a baby in the cradle. One kid left...they look exactly alike but I just know this one is a girl...that guy picked her up...he..."

Harry grabbed Ron's arm suddenly, almost unbearably hard.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"He...he brought the baby to his mouth..." Harry's body trembled violently, "it seemed to be sucking something...the baby just cried...I couldn't look at it, I felt very scared ...what's even scarier...when he did this, I felt so excited...happy...as if my body was filled with inexhaustible energy...that power made me suddenly want to pull out my wand and cast a jinx ... would like to kill people ... and then drink their blood and break their bones ..."

Harry curled up and fell back on the bed. "It's not your fault, Harry." Hermione hugged him worriedly, "You're right, that man must have used some weird ritual to increase his power, and he didn't even have his own daughter Let go."

"...is the girl dead?" Ron asked.

"No, he didn't suck her dry." Harry said in a low voice. "At the end of the ceremony... I felt she was still breathing, but her little face was blue. The man gave her to Pettigrew too." , he also said to Pettigrew that the two children and his snake must be well protected, and then Pettigrew went out, and he summoned Snape and Lucius...and mentioned a...necklace to them... ...I can't remember clearly either... In short, he said that because of his daughter's mental weakness, he had to hand over the thing later."

Ron froze.The necklace... that man wants his daughter to inherit that necklace!This meant that Draco would no longer be the owner of the necklace, although it didn't look like that would happen immediately.However, there is still something strange in this.If that person wanted to change his daughter's guardian necklace, why would he drink her spirit?Why was he so desperate for energy?And why didn't he suck his own son?Unless handing over the necklace wasn't the most urgent item in his plans, Draco still had his trust for now.What is certain now is that the man urgently needs to replenish his energy, and he has other uses for keeping his son.

"That snake was called Nagini," said Harry suddenly. "I never knew its name until now, but this time I clearly heard the man say to Pettigrew: 'Protect Nagini, my snake.'"

That person entrusted Pettigrew with the task of protecting a pair of children and his beloved pet, just as he had entrusted him with the task of resurrecting himself.Ron took the water from Harry, and the conversation between Dumbledore and Snape he had witnessed in the space flooded his mind.

Dumbledore once told Snape that when that man started to protect the snake, everyone must be vigilant.Harry's dream once again confirmed Ron's guess in his heart: this snake named Nagini, like the object hidden in the memory space, is that person's Horcrux.At the same time, this speculation brought another speculation to the surface: If living things can also be Horcruxes, could Harry, whom Dumbledore was wary of, be a Horcrux?

Ron had discussed this idea with Draco, after all, Dumbledore's attitude towards Harry was too special, and Harry could empathize with that man and Nagini freely in his dreams.However, to this day, there are still many things Ron can't figure out.Professor Slughorn once told him that there must be a living person as a sacrifice, and the object selected as a Horcrux can be integrated with the sacrificer's soul fragment.If Harry did become a Horcrux that night, the sacrifice would undoubtedly be Harry's mother, Lily Evans.However, according to Ron's original idea, Lily's selfless spell defeated that person's Killing Curse, and that person would be deprived of power and degenerate into a state of neither human nor ghost.What's more, that person was planning to kill Harry instead of making him a Horcrux. How could the most selfless spell cause Harry to become a Horcrux when it was in a superior position?

So is Harry a Horcrux?Dumbledore's reluctance to mention this matter, is he trying to hide the truth from Harry, or is there something else hidden in it?In the darkness, Ron listened to the breathing of Harry and Hermione falling asleep again, but found that he could no longer sleep.

Ron didn't sleep well in the second half of the night. He thought about Harry's dream, Lily, the Horcrux he destroyed, Nagini, the Death Eater who was sucked by the necklace, Draco... and many, many more .The last thing Ron remembered was the Mormir beast he saw outside Professor Slughorn's house.It walked slowly on the edge of the cliff, allowing swarms of low-flying dream beetles to gather on its body, making that body bigger and brighter. Ron watched it quietly, and looked at the strange monster again. Woke up for a moment.At this time, the first ray of hazy white light just penetrated through the window, he propped himself up and got out of bed, only to find fragments of glasses scattered on the cabinet beside the bed.

That was the cup Harry drank from last night, Ron didn't quite understand.He walked to Harry's bedside, who was still sleeping soundly, his face much calmer than last night.Ron turned to pick up the debris, and as he cleaned up, he recalled how hard Harry had gripped his arm last night.

"I feel... as if my body is filled with inexhaustible energy... that power makes me suddenly want to pull out my wand and cast a jinx... want to kill people... and drink their blood and break their bones... ..."

Harry's words were still ringing in his ears.Could it be that the man and Harry share not only memories, but also energies?

☆、Chapter141 Ending (2)

Pansy's meeting with Blaise was nothing special, the same day she met Draco.They were both six years old then, Blaise's mother hadn't separated from his father, and Zabini was a useful last name, at least not forgotten when writing invitations.Pansy stayed with Draco the day of the party until the blond boy took to the sky on his broom.When he came down from the broom, the black boy's arm was slung over his shoulder.Blaise Zabini didn't impress Pencey extraneously, and that was the only picture.

After entering Hogwarts, Blaise was the only opposite sex Pansy was willing to communicate with.Boys were always late bloomers, they couldn't understand what she was trying to say, and even Draco would get distracted in the midst of her tirade.By the end of the semester, Pansy understood why most of the women she met were quiet.No one wants to listen.If it is said that young girls can still rely on their youth and beauty to speak out, adult women will not say anything at all, and they are not expected to say anything.Because of this, it was difficult for Pansy to forget Zabini's mother.It was Christmas in the second grade. The rumored most beautiful witch came to the school to look for her son, but she couldn't see her. She had to stop Pansy who was passing by and asked her to hand over a box of homemade muffins.

"I've made a lot," she said to her, and the years really haven't left marks on this dark-skinned beauty. "It's enough for many of you. Try it too. I'm good at making muffins...you Pencey right? Blaise talks about you a lot."

Pansy held the muffin in her hand, dazed.She didn't know what Blaise could tell her mother about her, they hadn't even spoken a few words.The woman in front of her was wearing an exquisite blue wizard robe and a diamond ring on her hand, but it wasn't her ring finger.This legendary witch has been married seven times, and all seven spouses died mysteriously and left her huge property. Zabini's father is the fifth and the only one with her. "Brace is like his father," the witch told her. "Still more like you, especially the eyes," Pansy retorted. "No, like his father," Selina gritted her white teeth, "I'm talking about character—very silent, conceited, always looking at you with an expression that makes you wonder what he's thinking— —Oh, I can't say any more, I'm going to cry."

Daphne had met Selena earlier than Pansy, and had spoken out about her fear of the witch. "Brace was born in her fifth marriage, so her real age is much older than our mother! But can you imagine? She must have taken some illegal potion to keep her youth like this! And talk about it at every turn Those dead husbands of hers... weren't like mothers at all!" Then, as usual, it was time to repeat the haunting gossip—Selena traded her husband's life for beauty, or she didn't know her at all. He is a habitual criminal who seeks money and kills for his beauty.

At the end of that chat, Daphne said something that Pansy will never forget.

"Do you know what her mantra is?" Pansy shook her head, so Daphne stood up from the soft chair, put on an extremely exaggerated pose, and said in a theatrical voice: "Ah, the love in my heart is It's so eloquent!"

Pansy handed the muffins to Blaise.

"Why don't you go see your mother?"

Blaise shrugged and didn't answer her.For a moment, Pansy wanted to ask him what he told Selena about himself, but at that time they were not able to ask the relationship calmly, so she turned and left.

"and many more,"

Pansy turned around.The boy opened the pink carton, "Would you like a muffin?"

Selena's muffins were so delicious that Pansy has been able to eat them often since.She also had a cake made for her on her 14th birthday.It was the best cake Pansy had ever eaten. The delicate cream and rich applesauce were perfectly mixed together, and it melted in your mouth. "How does she know that I like applesauce?" The boy still just shrugged, "It's easy to see." Only a girl sensitive enough can detect that he has omitted the subject again.Pansy didn't break the point. She sat on the window sill with the cake in her hand, dangling her legs comfortably, and began to complain to the boy about the idiots in the academy.The boy sat on the chair under the window sill and smiled when he understood.During the best part of their relationship, they shared many of these moments, and Pansy always felt that Blaise understood, understood her anger, anger at something that was always going to come, at herself for finally not being "" poodle”, and finally reduced to the wrath of the quiet woman.The only regret is that at that time, she had just ended a hopeless unrequited love, but she knew that her future was still written.She dared not pretend that she could make any promises.

The only thing she can do is place the daffodils sent by Blaise in a prominent position.Her pheromone is the scent of daffodils, and if it's not revealed when alone, the boy will never know, so this gift is not only an expression of love, but also a subtle provocation.Pansy began to understand Selena. She also couldn't stand silent, pompous and sensitive men, and more precisely, she loved them.

Ah, the love in my heart is so eloquent.The phrase became Pansy's nightmare at the end of adolescence.Ask Pansy Parkinson what her classmates say about her: domineering girl with a bad temper, poodle who is moody, young lady who is dissatisfied with everything... They haven't seen it, and she is ashamed to let them see those who are angry expect.Perhaps playing someone you're not is also a form of rebellion, a sign of a struggle against something powerful and evil.At this point, Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy are true bosom friends.

They hadn't had any contact with Blaise since Draco had joined the Death Eaters and Pansy had been a backup.The daffodils that came quietly every month became the only evidence that friendship ever existed. "I won't join," Blaise once told them. "If asked a hundred times, the answer is the same. The choice of whether to maintain the friendship is your choice, and your so-called 'camp' is nothing to me anyway. "Looking down on Gryffindor and non-pure blood, but also disdain to be with Death Eaters, this is Blaise Zabini, just like Selena has never been anyone's wife, and her son has never been anyone's believer .

"If we weren't bound by the family, we would be like him." Pansy said to Draco that day on the Rose Drive in the manor.She finally surrendered to something she didn't understand, and this behavior would be regarded as betrayal and stupidity by her past.The daffodils bloomed on her wizard robes, reminding her of the real, superficial kiss in the countless nights of guarding Bellatrix.

She witnessed the birth of the Dark Lord's children.She knew that what Snape had put in Bella's coffee had caused the twins to be born prematurely, but she hadn't told anyone.She knew from the bottom of her heart that she was not a righteous person, but she was not a pure Death Eater either. If she could, she would rather just be Pansy Parkinson, someone's daughter, someone's friend, and someone's lover.One day, long before her conversation with Draco on the Rose Lane, her despair had accumulated to the point where she could engender courage, clamoring day and night to break the portrait of the quiet woman.The dresses, the jewels, the noble names, now she saw their nothingness, the tiny nails hidden behind the dazzling beauty, how they held Bella, Narcissa, and her mother together. Nailed into a picture frame, so will she be nailed into it.

But now, she finally no longer belongs to any camp, she is free.

The night the Dark Lord appeared in Malfoy's mansion, Pansy had already put on the simplest dress and waited quietly in the bedroom.The Dark Lord wanted to transfer Bella and the two children, and she and Narcissa would accompany her. This was Draco's news, but neither of them knew the destination of the trip.Until a trace of drowsiness flooded into her body, Pansy finally heard a few very soft knocks on the door.She stood up and dragged out the suitcase under the bed.

Life in the confinement hut was extremely boring.Because they were blindfolded when they entered, no one could tell where they were now.Bella's temper became more and more irritable, and she repeatedly uttered bad words even to her own sister, let alone the young Pansy.But Pansy was no longer afraid of her, and she always looked at the woman on the bed quietly, seeing that she had been stripped of her wand, her breasts were swollen and she asked Narcissa to help her milk.Pansy understood why the Dark Lord wanted a child, but she didn't understand why Bella did.For the sake of the Dark Lord, Bella was imprisoned in Azkaban for nearly fifteen years, and now she is unable to participate in her long-awaited battle due to breastfeeding.Pansy couldn't think any further because Narcissa handed her the milked bottle.

Pansy went to the downstairs room and magically fed the milk to the two babies little by little.The two children squinted their eyes and smacked their small mouths from time to time, showing that they were about to cry but not crying.Bella gave them their names, and the Dark Lord didn't seem to care about the details—the boy was Narcissus, the girl was Delphi, and Delphi's skin was noticeably paler than Narcissus's, and Pansy guessed it was in Malfoy. On the last night of the manor, the Dark Lord used his daughter to hold some kind of "ritual".After feeding, Pansy carefully put them back in the incubator. "If I had the chance, I'd find a way to get them out," she had said to Draco at the manor, even though both of them knew it was an almost impossible task.

The house where the three women were placed under house arrest has only two floors, and the furnishings are very rough. Only the baby room and the master bedroom can be seen to be specially prepared.Outside the house was a dense forest, and Pansy secretly prayed that this was the Forbidden Forest.If the Dark Lord was bound to return to Hogwarts when everything was ready, it would be safest to set up his secret base in the Forbidden Forest, a place she was relatively familiar with.Another important point is that Pansy has never had contact with anyone other than Narcissa and Bella since he came to this hut. Peter Pettigrew did not arrange other Death Eaters to monitor them, as if he wanted to deal with the dark prince and daughter. The location is kept strictly confidential.

It seemed like the group had a lot of faith in their loyalty, but Pansy would never be so naive as to think she could send a message easily.There is enough food stored in the warehouse for up to two weeks before the war starts.She walked back to her room, sprinkled the feed in her pocket on the window sill, and stood far away to wait.After a while, the plump corn kernels attracted several pecking birds, and she immediately hypnotized them with magic.Today is the fifth day of living here, and she still hasn't waited for the owl she was looking forward to, maybe this is not the Forbidden Forest at all, or Hogwarts has banned students from sending letters... In short, the plan is likely to fail, She felt a little hopeless.

The idea for the plan came about because Blaise had told her that he would send a letter to his mother every week. "You don't even want to see your mother." Blaise didn't answer her complaint at the time.The relationship between mother and son is difficult to explain, and Blaise rarely comes home, not even at Christmas, because he bumped into his mother and other men at home many times when he was very young.However, Selena will still send desserts and greeting cards every week, and Blaise will still send letters every week. This was once puzzling to Pan Xi, but now it has become her hope.

Blaise's owl is Erin, a sullen ghost owl with amazing stamina.When Pansy was first asked to leave school by her family, Blaise sent Erin to deliver letters to her a few times.Pansy remembered Irene's love of birds, and her flute-like singing.She hid the sleeping bird under the bed, then went to help Narcissa in the kitchen.In the past five days, she has become very proficient in this process.

Irene came to the windowsill on the eighth night.Pansy heard a familiar cry in her sleep, and she thought it was her fantasy. She sat up from the bed, and what she saw was the scene of Irene entangled with the bird that was about to wake up from hypnosis. "Irene! Is that you?" she called out in surprise, reaching out to stroke her feathers. "Bring me a letter, will you?" With trembling hands, she tied the tiny roll of notes to Irene's left leg, with daffodil petals on the verge of withering stuck to the note—"must be handed over to Blaise, Erin, this letter is very, very important..."

"We should act as soon as possible, before the disappearing cabinet is found by the gang at school." Nott said to Draco over lunch.It was the third day after Pansy and the others left, and the reconnaissance team and the Soul Eaters still couldn't find Harry Potter. "When we hold the professors and students in the school hostage, the great saint will rush back by himself - and bring his friends." Nott said nonchalantly, as if he cared more about Harry Potter than Harry Potter. The Dark Lord hurriedly tried the Vanishing Cabinet and offered him some rewards.

In the bottom of his heart, Draco also hoped that the war would start as soon as possible, and he wasn't sure if the Dark Lord would see through his scheme or discover the secret that the Horcrux had been destroyed if it dragged on.What is the Dark Lord waiting for?The only thing that is certain now is that what he is waiting for has something to do with those two babies.No one, not even Snape, can tell what happened at the manor the night Bella, Pansy, and their mother disappeared.The only useful clue was that at the Death Eaters gathering the day before yesterday, the snake beside the Dark Lord also disappeared, which aroused Draco's vigilance.

"He already protected the snake? And those two children?"

"I think so," said Snape, "that night, he probably entrusted the matter to Peter Pettigrew."

"What the hell happened that night?"

He didn't get an answer as expected, and Draco didn't expect an answer either. He had a vague feeling in his heart... that answer was not far away from him, separated only by a thin layer of premise, a layer of premise that he hadn't yet understood.

"What are you looking at?"

Ron turned his head, and Professor Slughorn was standing behind him. "It's nothing." He shook his head and closed the window, "I just remembered the Mormir beast I saw in the forest."

"That was memorable indeed." Slughorn came to him. "Especially knowing that it's made of two animals."

"Indeed, it is neither the real Mormir beast nor the dream beetle, but is jointly controlled by the two animals... a huge symbol, without consciousness, but possesses a form and energy that are more terrifying than life forms."

"If you call this a symbol," the old professor smiled, "then there are not many real living beings in the wizarding world." He raised his wand, "Wizards must rely on magic from natural forces, don't we who use magic Are they all symbols too?"

"Maybe for Muggles, we really are." Ron muttered, "Muggles are afraid of wizards, just like wizards are afraid of that person. Overall and vague judgments, which are likely to deepen misunderstandings."

"The greatest fear is fear itself. I remember it being said by a Muggle president." Slughorn said, stroking the wall with his wand a few times, and Ron followed his movements with his eyes. , seeing that he wrote "Fear Itself".

"Did it ever occur to you that that man resembled a Mormir?"

"what?"

"I was also inspired by what you just said." Slughorn smiled and put away his wand, "In the beginning, most people didn't know that he was Tom Riddle, a Hogwarts student, isn't it?"

That's right, just like many people believed at the beginning, that person had a powerful talent to manipulate other people's spirits, but in fact he only used the power of the necklace. Ron added another argument for Professor Slughorn in his heart.If the greatest fear in the world is fear itself, then if you want to get rid of your own fear, you must...

Disenchantment.You must learn to look at the things you fear again, take off the cloak of charm for it, and truly understand and analyze it with a cautious eye. This is disenchantment.The professor is right. Tom Riddle owns the necklace inherited from the Black family and secretly learned how to make Horcruxes, but he advertises himself as a "Voldemort" who is good at mental manipulation and can surpass death... and relying on this package He successfully transformed from a half-blood wizard into a leader who advocated pure-blood theory.

He was indeed a Mormir beast.Yet when stripped of his glamorous exterior, he is at best a magical and ambitious human being.Why is such a person eager to suck the energy of his daughter not long after the birth of his sons and daughters...why does he protect his son extra...why does Harry sense the energy when he sucks the power...

The problem is, no one is really a Mormir, only a regular Mormir, or a Nightmare.

Ron's wand fell to the ground.

"what happened to you?"

"I'm fine! Professor," Ron snapped at Professor Slughorn's sleeve, "is it possible that that man is just a sleeper, and Harry is the Moremir?"

Slughorn froze for a moment, then slowly frowned: "...What do you mean?"

"What if that most selfless spell really worked the night Lily Evans died?" Ron was incoherently agitated by his own crazy thoughts, "I mean, it's possible... that spell really satisfied Lily. wish that that person could never hurt Harry..."

"So Harry is not that person's Horcrux... That night, when Lily sacrificed herself, she actually turned that person into Harry's Horcrux!"

☆、Chapter142 Ending (3)

On the tenth night in the confinement hut, Pansy went into the kitchen to help Narcissa prepare dinner.

"Bella seems to be calling you." Narcissa said while washing her hands.Since last night, Pansy was just scolded by Bella for getting the teacup wrong, she patted Pansy on the back reassuringly, "I'll go and have a look - keep an eye on the pot, don't let the water boil dry. "

After Narcissa left the kitchen, Pansy took out a small bottle of blue potion from his pocket.It was the first day after she sent the letter