[HP] Time Corner

The pair returned to school with just seven days to go before their second match.

At this time, the Hogwarts campus was discussing the three top three warriors enthusiastically. Draco's outstanding performance in the first competition made most people place high hopes on him, but it was a pity that the proud and perfect The Slytherin prince has mysteriously disappeared from Hogwarts shortly after the ball, along with the savior Harry Potter.The official news about this is that they went to perform special missions.The two influential figures disappeared at the same time, especially the JQ that broke out between the two before, so that the little animals in Hogwarts have a strong heart of gossip, secretly guessing the reason, but without Rita Skeeter, a powerful character With the help of gossip, these news are also circulated inside Hogwarts.

Now that the two are returning hand in hand, the degree of love is even more blinding, which undoubtedly makes the previous rumors a reality.However, no one was able to find out what the mission they were performing was, which greatly frustrated the crowd.

In the atmosphere of gossip, the second game of Black Lake began.

With a very friendly bloodline, Draco didn't receive much trouble underwater at all, and the group of mermaids at the bottom of the lake almost sent him out friendly.There is no doubt that Prince Draco of Slytherin came out on top again.When he was the first to break through the water, there were screams and cheers from the stands.

But Harry, after being rescued, complained to him a lot, obviously he was so careful, how could he still be tricked?What the hell!

Putting a big blanket on the drenched lover, ignoring Harry's disgusted face, Draco pinched the other's face proudly, so that he would not tell the other party that he was doing it.

It's all because Harry was too careful, the professor didn't succeed a few days ago, so he had to...

Draco snickered, he wanted to save only his prince, the others, hehe.

Now all that's left is the last game.

That night, Harry lay alone in bed.After getting used to the breath of another person, being alone suddenly made Harry toss and turn a little.Habitually, he took out the Marauder's Map and looked at his lover's location. The little footprint representing Draco was motionless at the moment, obviously falling into a sweet dream.Just as he was about to close the map and continue his dream date, he found a moving footprint, which was——

Harry's eyes narrowed, and intense hatred welled up in his heart.He picked up the Invisibility Cloak and left Gryffindor's bedroom holding the Marauder's Map.

The lights in the corridor are a little dim, and the surrounding scenery can barely be seen.Harry carefully took a short cut and followed the man who shouldn't be in the castle. When approaching him, he subconsciously slowed down his steps without making a sound.

What is he doing?

Following that small footprint up to the eighth floor, Harry's heart tightened and he was absolutely not allowed to go in.

He took a deep breath and quietly quickened his pace.Pulling out his wand, aiming the tip of the wand at the small shadow walking along the corner of the wall, Harry said silently - "All petrified".

A jet of white light shot from the tip of the wand, hit the dark figure in front of it, and then the thing remained motionless.

Harry stepped forward, picked up the little thing with some disgust, went down from the eighth floor, and walked towards the principal's office.

However, thinking of a certain demon king who is almost resident in Hogwarts now, Harry thought about it, and released a silver Patronus.A cloud of silvery smoke rose from the tip of the holly wood, gradually congealing into a silvery doe.The doe jumped lightly and disappeared into the corridor.

Then he continued to walk towards the principal's office.

"Pile of cockroaches." The incantation was pronounced, and the stone beast in front of the door jumped away slightly, and Harry stepped up the spiral staircase.

He knocked on the door lightly, and a slightly hoarse "Come in!" came from inside.

Harry pushed open the door, and his headmaster was sitting in a chair behind the desk, wearing light silver pajamas, with a slightly tired look on his face.And the other blond devil leaned lazily on the sofa, with a hint of frustration on his face.

Seeing this, Harry naturally understood what he had interrupted.He carefully considered his words, "Principal, I'm sorry to interrupt your rest, but I found someone who shouldn't be at Hogwarts."

Knowing that Harry would not run into his office in the middle of the night for no reason, Dumbledore stared at him with blue eyes and raised his hand slightly.

Harry understood, he put the petrified thing on the table, Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "This is—"

"Peter Pedirou! That damned traitor!"

"Great, Harry, what do you want to do with him?"

"Naturally...Professor, he wants to go to the Response Room."

"Crown?"

"I think so."

Dumbledore pondered for a while, and then a phoenix patron saint flew out from the tip of the staff, "Professor Snape, bring Veritaserum to my office."

The office was silent for a moment.Harry broke the silence. He turned to His Royal Highness who was still sitting on the sofa and playing with his fingers. "Mr. Grindelwald, I wonder how Mrs. Lestrange is doing now?"

"You care about her? Her life is very simple. Ever since she found out that his beloved Mr. Dark Lord loves her dear cousin, she has been crazily cursing that Sleeping Beauty to sleep like this forever." Demon King The gentleman didn't lift his head, only his deep voice echoed in the principal's office.

"Oh? It's good." Harry hid the emotion in his eyes, "Professor Snape should be here soon."

Sure enough, the billowing black robed Snape quickly came to the headmaster's office full of depression, he took out a small bottle and slapped it heavily on Dumbledore's desk, "Dumbledore, I've got you so late cried the poor Potions Master, needing contraband. What happened to the great perpetual troll-like messiah boy?"

Dumbledore looked at him cheerfully, "My boy, don't be like this, Harry found a very interesting creature."

Snape looked at the petrified mouse on the table following Dumbledore's gaze. Various complex emotions surged in the obsidian eyes, and returned to nothingness in the next moment.

"A mouse?"

"of course not."

Harry threw the mouse on the ground and lifted the petrification spell. The mouse just woke up was still a little confused. Harry cast another spell, and the mouse's limbs gradually stretched out, turning into a wretched-looking, short stature. Bald man.

When he saw these people in the office, he immediately wanted to run away in fear, but Snape's leg-locking spell made him trip and fall to the ground.

The restrained Peter looked at Snape beggingly, but all he saw was intense hatred. He flinched and looked at Harry again, "Harry, you are the kindest, Harry..."

Harry looked at him in disgust, Snape downed the veritaserum, Peter Pedilu's eyes gradually became dazed like black beans.

"name?"

"Peter Pedilou."

"Who was James and Lily's secret keeper back then?"

"it's me."

"Why change the secret person?"

"Sirius thinks he's eye-catching, and I usually don't get noticed."

"Why betrayed to James and Lily?"

"They all look down on me, foursome, foursome, no one has ever paid attention to ordinary Peter! I hate them!!" Peter's expression became agitated and resentful.

"What are you doing at Hogwarts this time?"

"The master asked me to come and get back a crown."

"why?"

"I don't know, but the master said it's very important."

"Any other plans?"

"The master needs Harry Potter's blood to be resurrected. In the third game, someone will bring Potter there, as well as that child Lucius."

…………

Peter Pedilu, who had returned to sanity, covered his mouth in horror. It's over, everything is over, and now both parties can't tolerate him anymore, and he just collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Gail, I'll leave it to you first. He's still useful."

The blond devil grabbed Peter by the collar and entered the fireplace, then turned around worriedly, "Al, wait for me to come back."

Snape's mouth twitched.

Fortunately, Draco said that Harry is not a warrior. The Dark Lord actually chose this method to hijack Harry. Because of the seven souls?Dumbledore mused on this great subject.However, in the eyes of outsiders, he seems to be thinking about the plan.

Harry was silent for a long time, "Professor, I want to go. Since the Dark Lord wants my blood, just in case he is weak... If you want to catch Draco, the trophy must be a portkey. If Draco wins the game, he will also be teleported." In the past... I think..."

"Potter, is your brain stuffed with achnatherum? Has Gryffindor's courage been spent on recklessness!" Snape almost roared, what did Potter take his own life for? !How could he be sorry for Lily!

"Professor, I'm already 19 years old. I'm not a kid who doesn't understand anything. If I kill him once, I can kill him a second time." Although Harry was moved, his tone was still firm.

Snape's eyes suddenly became empty, "Since Mr. Potter has made a decision, then he can do it himself!" He turned and left, leaving only Harry with a fluttering black robe.

"Good boy, go back and rest." Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder affectionately.

After saying goodnight, Harry left the office.

Dumbledore leaned back on the chair tiredly. Gellert, who had rushed back at this moment, walked up to Dumbledore and gently helped him relax his shoulders. "Al, do you need my help?"

"No need. If Harry wants to achieve his goal of check and balance, this is a step that must be taken. Tom doesn't know if he will show up. The more sensational Harry's killing of the main soul, the better, and the less help the better." Well, this is all his future capital, otherwise the Ministry of Magic and those old things like the Wizengamot would not recognize him." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "I hope the kid won't blame me."

"Al, you're paying too much attention to that kid, why don't we do something loving?"

…………

The third game of the Triwizard Tournament quickly kicked off.

The Quidditch pitch has been heavily enchanted, and there is the venue for the third game.A twenty-foot hedge surrounded the edge of the site, obscuring any detail within.There were three gaps in the hedge, which were the entrance to this great labyrinth. The passage inside was dark, like a monster that devours people's hearts.

"Feeling all right, Draco?" Harry offered an encouraging hug.

"It couldn't be better."

"be careful."

Draco nodded at Harry.

Professor McGonagall finally urged, "If you encounter difficulties beyond your ability and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and we will have someone to help you, understand?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, you go!" Bagman said cheerfully to the four patrolmen, and Harry stood beside him, waving to Draco.

Three people walked away in different directions, distributed around the maze.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Now... listen to my whistle!" Bagman bellowed. "Three-two-one-"

With a short and sharp whistle, the three warriors rushed into the maze.

Due to the shelter of the hedge, everyone outside the maze stretched their necks and couldn't see the details of the game, and there were some buzzing discussions in the field.

Ludo Bagman accosted Harry by his side. "Mr. Potter, you are a hero, why didn't you think about participating in the Triwizard Tournament?" He took out the flagon and took a big sip, "You must know that going forward bravely and pursuing honor is the creed of every Gryffindor .”

Harry just ignored him, but he didn't take half a step away from his side. He probably had to rely on him to get to Draco's side.

"Mr. Potter, do you want to see Mr. Malfoy's game? The details of the whole process?"

Those green eyes sparkled immediately, "Sir, can you let me see?"

"Follow me." Ludo Bagman led Harry back to a corner with few people, then grabbed Harry's neck while Harry was not paying attention, and shook the whistle in his hand.The two disappeared from the spot in an instant.And suddenly a huge screen was erected in front of the stands, like a projection.But all the projections are some ink-colored walls.

"what is this?"

"Yup?"

There was a chatter in the audience.

"Everyone, this is the projection of the match scene. A small magic spell positioned on the trophy allows us to see the moment of the final final." Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands, explaining.

"awesome."

"I didn't expect it to be like this!"

The platinum boy on the screen was gradually approaching, and then he stretched out his hand, and the screen immediately turned black.

There was an uproar in the stands.How is this going?

"The trophy is a portkey!" someone exclaimed.The audience in the stands looked at the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, with doubts.

"Where's Ludo?" Fudge growled.Everyone's eyes wandered around the audience—Ludo Bagman was gone, and the Savior was missing with him.

And the screen scene in the field changes instantly.

The screen now shows an overgrown cemetery, and the black silhouette of a small church can be seen behind a tall yew tree on the right.On the left is a hill, and there is an exquisite old house on the hillside.

Then what was presented to them was——

Ludo Bagman appeared on the screen abruptly, holding Harry Potter's neck.

"Harry—"

"That's Harry—"

"how come!"

"Merlin!"

……

There was a commotion in the arena, and people looked at Ludo Bagman, who was instantly blackened, in shock, and cast questioning looks at Fudge.Just kidding, the senior officials under him put a trophy as a portkey, and even held Harry Potter hostage! ! !

Proceed to the screen.At this moment, a huge stone crucible appeared on the screen.

Ludo Bagman used magic to conjure a rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone. Harry obeyed without struggling, and people booed.

"What happened to the savior?"

"That's right, do nothing, just get caught?!"

"What do you know? Harry is only 14 years old, and that's a dark wizard!"

Some quarrels came faintly, and many people were full of anger.While Dumbledore's face was calm, his subordinates subconsciously grabbed the armrest of the chair, Harry, I'm sorry, I have to do it live.

What they didn't see was that Harry was holding a small silver blade between his fingers, with a little edge exposed, and he was stroking the rope bit by bit.

Ludo Bagman, who thought he had restrained Harry, knelt down and said, "My lord, there is another guest here. It is Mr. Potter's little lover. It seems to have passed out. "

"Little dragon!" Lucius almost stood up excitedly, but Snape pushed him down again. "Calm down."

Lucius' face was still a little pale, he held Severus' arm tightly and stared at the screen tightly.

"Oh?" The object in the other person's arms seemed to move uncomfortably.

"Wake him up first, I want them to see with their own eyes how I was resurrected, and our precious boy saw how his dear little one was tortured and killed by me one by one." Wrap that thing His clothes fell apart, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing that made a hoarse sound.A large snake was snaking across the grass, and Ludo Bagman walked over and pulled Draco up, his wand against his neck.

The crowd at the bottom of the screen fell silent for a moment. They had roughly guessed the identity of the ugly thing——the mysterious man, the terrifying black shadow projected over their heads for more than ten years, and few people dared to call him by his name.Although he looks so immortal now, few people are disrespectful to him. There is silence in the field, you can hear the needle drop, and you can see your breathing.

Terrorism continues.

The middle-aged man holding the thing put the ugly mass into the cauldron.The liquid in the crucible bubbled densely, and after a hiss of steam burning the skin, the thing sank.

"Let him drown, let him drown!" This is the common prayer in the hearts of countless people.

The middle-aged man raised his wand and pointed to the night sky: "Father's bones, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!" The grave under Harry's feet cracked open, and a small wisp of dust followed the call and rose into the air , fell gently into the crucible.The surface of the liquid began to boil and hiss, and after a while, the liquid turned a vivid blue.

The man drew another gleaming silver dagger from his cloak. "Your servant's meat, donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life." He stretched out his right hand, then tightly grasped the dagger with his left, and swung it towards his right hand.A severed hand fell into the cauldron, and the potion instantly turned fiery red, emitting a scorching red light.

"The blood of your enemy...forced to sacrifice...can make your enemy...resurrect." The man walked towards Harry, and Draco could no longer pretend to be unconscious, while the Death Eaters who held him were staring at him. Crucible, he got up and backed away, avoiding the restraint of the wand, grabbed the man's arm with his backhand, knocked the Death Eater to the ground with his excellent fighting skills, and cast a stun spell.Then rushed to intercept another Death Eater, the point of the knife sliced ​​through his arm, leaving a slender gash, and he threw the man to the ground.

"Drary!" Harry exclaimed, he didn't expect Draco to rush over so impulsively, and it turned out to be him who was injured.Harry broke free from the loose rope and pulled Draco up, "Is there anything wrong?"

Draco held Harry tightly in his arms. "Damn it, you had fun acting, didn't you?"

"Draco, we made an appointment... By the way, you are injured!"

Harry gently pushed Draco away, and saw some hideous wounds on him, the wounds were not deep, but they were particularly obtrusive on the white arm.Harry waved his wand, "It's back to normal."

The wound healed instantly, but some traces of blood were still left behind.

They didn't pay attention to the Death Eater behind them, maybe they noticed but ignored it on purpose.The Death Eater had slowly got up, sniffed a drop of blood clotted on his fingertips, and threw him into the cauldron.The boiling liquid in the crucible instantly turned blinding white, and sparks like diamonds flew everywhere.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, and a man's figure slowly rose from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me." The middle-aged man grabbed the black robe from the ground like a puppet, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The tall, thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at the two boys hugging each other with red eyes, mockingly.

"Harry Potter—" his voice sounded like a whisper between lovers, "you're lucky to have someone standing in your way every time." He played a wand with pale fingertips and let out a grim, sharp sound Yin Xiao.

Harry looked at him calmly, without a trace of panic on his face: "Voldemort, you don't understand."

Seeing the pupils of the other party constricted instantly, Harry continued: "You are a poor wretch now, and you have abandoned your love and beliefs." He looked him up and down, "Is this just for living?"

"Humans are not human, ghosts are not ghosts." Draco laughed, "A lunatic still wants to restore the glory of Salazar Slytherin?! Distorted Slytherin's intentions, destroyed Slytherin's reputation! "

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and examined him, "Boys, you are getting bolder." He looked up at the dark sky, "There will be an interesting hunt here today!"

Voldemort bent down. "Carlo, show your left arm."

"Yes, master." Carlo rolled his blood-stained sleeves up to his elbows.Voldemort pressed his pale forefinger to the skull mark on his arm.

"It came alive again. How many would have the guts to come back after feeling its call?" he murmured, staring at the stars with glowing red eyes, "and how many would be foolish not to come? The snake's face twisted, revealing a cruel smile.

Soon, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.Between the graves, behind the fir trees, in every shadowy place wizards apparated.The people in the stands looked at the empty seats around them in horror. Merlin blesses them, they are still alive.

The wizards who showed up at the cemetery were all in standard Death Eater attire, with hoods and faces covered.One by one they came... Voldemort stood there silently waiting.A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

The Death Eaters behind him formed a silent circle,

"Welcome, my disciples," said Voldemort's serpentine face at the moment, "13 years... It's been 13 years since we last had a good meeting. But you still answer my call like yesterday... …that is, we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is it?"

He raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt, and there is a stench of guilt in the air." Many people flinched.

"I answer myself," said Voldemort softly, "they must have believed I was dead, thought I was done. They slipped back into the midst of my enemies, saying they were innocent, unknowing, and witchcraft..."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe I won't make a comeback? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? Prove that you have unlimited potential?"

"I answered myself that perhaps they believed there was a greater power capable of defeating Voldemort...perhaps they had now pledged their allegiance to someone else...perhaps the protector of that Mudblood and Muggle, Albus Dumbledore? "

"It disappoints me...I admit I am disappointed..."

One of the circles suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

"Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

After a quarter of an hour.

"Get up, Avery," Voldemort said softly, "stand up. You beg me to forgive? will forgive you."

Voldemort walked towards one of them.

"Lucius, my cunning friend," he said in a low voice, stopping in front of the man, "I hear that you have not given up your past deeds, though you have put on a pious face to the world. I believe You're still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles, aren't you? But you never went looking for me. And your son—" He looked at the platinum boy standing next to Potter with a contemptuous smile, "he betrayed me."

"Yes, my master, I will punish him." Lucius clenched his wand tightly, and took three steps back respectfully, as if he couldn't believe this fact, but the next moment, a green light came from his hand Jetted out of his wand—"Avada Kedavra."

Voldemort's red pupils dilated instantly, he quickly avoided the green spell, and said in a dangerous tone, "Lucius!"

"Yes, as you can see, I also betrayed." The hood slid off, revealing Lucius' shoulder-length platinum-blond hair and handsome face. "My son was right, you have sullied the sacred honor of Slytherin."

"Lucius, you will pay for your betrayal!" Voldemort's heaving chest showed his surging anger, and his wand bent, "How is your son?"

"Cruciate."

"Armor protection."

The powerful Iron Armor Curse instantly blocked the incoming spell.

"Give Potter to me, you, and Lucius to you. This is your chance to redeem your sins."

Voldemort thought vainly that Lucius had betrayed for his son, and the others—

Unexpectedly, however, the Death Eaters instantly split into two groups.

Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Snape, who shouldn't be here, stood by Lucius' side, Voldemort's eyes narrowed sharply, "Very well, you - all very well!"

There was a dead silence all around.Although it is not evenly matched, the situation is much better than before.

It is unknown who cast the first spell, and war is imminent.

The two sides melee together.

Harry and Draco, who were in the state of bursting magic power, had long since lost their camouflage. Draco's long light golden hair spread out in all directions, and his silver pupils shone with a cold light.Harry also returned to his state when he first awakened, with silver hair fluttering, the unique hair color when the unicorn blood burst out.

"That, our prince is an elf!"

"What kind of blood is Potter, it turns out to be white hair, ahhhhh!"

Harry faced Voldemort directly.Draco, Lucius and the others confronted the other Death Eaters.Dozens of spells were staggered, and the air was full of swishing spells. Draco, whose magic power soared, was one against three, and he was not at a loss. However, the Death Eaters still had the advantage in numbers. , their decline is beginning to show.At this time, several figures appeared in the darkness, "Harry—"

It was Sirius' voice.

"Go help Draco and the others, I'm fine here."

Newcomers to the Order of the Phoenix also join the melee.

The war between Harry and Voldemort here also presents a scene that no one has seen before.The spells cast by the two met in the air, and then a strange scene appeared-a dazzling golden beam extended from the middle of the spell meeting, connecting to Harry's and Voldemort's wands respectively.The golden light began to spread, and neither of them could pull out their wands.

Harry had foreseen this situation, and now was the perfect time.

He took another wand out of his pocket and swung it, but before he could finish the incantation, a green light shot through it, which looked as if it had come from him.Harry looked back in surprise, there was nothing, but he could feel someone behind him.

Opposite Voldemort looked shocked and terrified. He hadn't expected this to happen. When he was trying to break the connection, a green light entered his chest. Before he lost consciousness, he suddenly fell asleep. Remembered the prophecy: "He who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord draws near - born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times - born in the seventh month - the Dark Lord marks him as his rival - —but he possesses powers the Dark Lord does not know—one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one shall survive—and the one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be the seventh Born at the end of the month." So, was this how he ended up in the end?

At this time, the golden light connecting Harry and Voldemort was suddenly cut off, and arcs of light shot out in all directions, and a vague shadow detached from Voldemort's body flew behind him uncontrollably. Harry turned his head in shock, bathed in Jin Guangzhong was clearly one person—no, two people.Probably wearing an invisibility cloak.

The golden light dissipated, and Harry felt the figure there disappear. Before disappearing, he seemed to hear a moan faintly, and Harry also had a vague guess in his heart.

Then those sudden Death Eaters seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then they all Apparated.Leaving aside several stunned Death Eater accomplices in the field.

At this moment, only his own people and Voldemort, who was under the death curse and still had a shocked expression on his face, were left in the entire cemetery. At this moment, his body fell to the ground, dry and emaciated, as if all the water had been squeezed out.

There was a burst of loud cheers in front of the screen, "Harry! Harry!"

Draco walked up to him, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and asked, do you want to take him back?

"Leave it to Sirius and the others." Draco nodded.The two of them grabbed one ear of the trophy and disappeared in place in an instant.

When they regained their composure, they had already returned to the edge of the maze, and they could see the high stands all around, and the stars twinkling above their heads.

The crowd who noticed their appearance burst into loud cheers and screams, and many people rushed down to the stands, and the dark figures crowded towards him.They all wanted to touch their savior boy, and it was because of him that the darkness was truly gone.

Dumbledore stood before him,

"He's dead," Harry said excitedly, "the main soul is dead." Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, "Son, you did a good job."

Cornelius Fudge's excited face followed them, waving his hands like a madman who had won a lottery.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, finally it was no longer the time after the war that required him to expend countless efforts and energy.

However, when he saw the transparent screen in the field, Harry exclaimed, "Principal, you actually broadcast live!"

"It's for your own good, Harry."

Harry was silent for a moment, then shrugged indifferently, so be it.

The next day, the "Daily Prophet" reported the news with an entire page, but only a few words.

"Hecame back, hedied."

the end

☆, Extra Story of the Small Town

It's a beautiful town.

Unlike the sky in London, which is always separated by a layer of veil, the sky in the small town is blue and clear, like a crystal without impurities. Occasionally, a few clouds float across the sky, and they are always lazy and slow.Here is an idyllic scenery, accompanied by natural rivers, flowers everywhere on the roadside, ancient medieval buildings sleeping on the green grass, and elegant stone walls covering the steeple of the church.

At the dawn of the morning, and the shops in the small town just started to open one after another, a deep and sexy voice broke the silence of the morning.

"Jane, hello, two servings of bacon and fried eggs, packed." At the door of a quaint little shop, a man with black hair and red eyes was ordering food.

The man moved to this small town a year ago, when he was still holding a younger black-haired boy in his arms.

At that time, the residents in the small town guessed that it was his younger brother, but after that incident, the boy never showed his face again.Later, according to the youth, he was not his brother but his lover.At that time, they were driving together, but there was a car accident on the way. The teenager pressed him tightly on the soft seat, but he almost died of serious injuries.Although he was rescued later, he remained unconscious. The doctor said that a quiet environment would be good for the boy's recovery, so he decided to move his family here temporarily.

The residents of the small town obviously felt deep sympathy for the two young people who had a bleak life experience and suffered misery, and often offered help intentionally or unintentionally.

"Tom, how is your lover?" the beautiful shop owner with light golden curly hair asked, with deep concern in her tone.

"It's much better. He can talk now." The dark-haired young man's tone was cheerful, but no one knew that every day he woke up, repeating the disappointment and heartache of who he was over and over again.

"Really? That's great. It's not in vain for you to take such good care of her. Hey, that driver really committed a crime. It's hard for you to be so careless. "

"It's okay. It's good that he lives." The man's tone was quite indifferent.

Looking at the black-haired young man who was gradually moving away from his back, the beautiful shopkeeper sighed, how could such a high-quality marriage partner be gay?As a face control girl, her heart flutters almost every time she sees him, but he is so affectionate for her lover, it's really... hey!

Gently pushed open the door of the room, and on the silver and green sheets lay a woman with the same black hair