[HP] Water blue light ball

Grindelwald returned to his position, and the horror caused by his actions just now gradually subsided, leaving only Aberforth Dumbledore still glaring at him viciously.

Grindelwald, who was in a good mood, decided not to be as knowledgeable as him, so he raised his eyebrows at him triumphantly, and then blatantly fixed his eyes on Albus again.

The ball of light hadn't recovered from the excitement, and even spoke swayingly, with a dizzy aftertaste: "Deng, Principal Dumbledore? It's your turn."

Albus Dumbledore looked indifferently, calmly as if the kiss just now was just Grindelwald's unreasonable trouble, and he was an insignificant bystander in it.

Only the red ear tips and slightly swollen lips were incompatible with this calmness.

"I choose 3 o'clock."

He reached out to take the dice and tossed it casually.

six o'clock.

Aberforth rolled his eyes at him angrily, as if he was still angry about what happened just now, while Albus Dumbledore smiled at his brother gently and apologetically.

Grindelwald pouted.

Apparently there was nothing he wanted to ask his brother, Aberforth decisively reached out and pulled out a note, and glanced down.

"Who do you hate the most?"

Albus Dumbledore was slightly taken aback.

Aberforth's eyes locked directly on Grindelwald, Harry subconsciously glanced at Voldemort, and everyone in the Order of the Phoenix, who didn't know much about Dumbledore and Grindelwald's past, also looked at Voldemort.

Grindelwald put his hands on the table, with a solemn expression, and gave Voldemort a resentful look.

Voldemort: "..."

You also want to fight for this?

Voldemort felt that the former Dark Lord's great reputation he had checked earlier, and his old but unyielding pride in Nurmengard had been severely shattered - no wonder he couldn't achieve great things, he thought. , deliberately ignoring the fact that he has also failed.

Dumbledore turned to Grindelwald for the first time.The two eyes met.

The people who were still hugging and kissing just now had all the strangeness accumulated in 53 years in their eyes. Although they were only separated by Sirius and Malfoy, it seemed that they were separated by a whole world, far away and elusive.

There was a bit of bitterness in Dumbledore's smile, his tone was playful, but his expression was a little sad: "I have only hated one person in my life."

Aberforth looked at Grindelwald with determination, seeming to be a little gloating, but also a little triumphant.Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore blankly - he seemed to understand what Dumbledore meant.

Albus Dumbledore's voice was full of sighs, like an aria played by a cello: "Albus Dumbledore. The person I hate most is Albus Dumbledore."

Grindelwald's expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness, his eyes were helpless and depressed as he had expected, his heart was empty for a moment, but his throat was filled with bloody sweetness.

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The whole room fell silent except for Aberforth's heavy breathing.

"Okay, the headmaster has passed the test~" It seemed that because the atmosphere was too oppressive, the ball of light opened his mouth to relieve Dumbledore, "Next, it's time for the professor~"

"Number 3." Snape rolled the dice without hesitation, as if he couldn't wait for this damn game to be over soon.

The dice fall, 1 point.

Voldemort sneered, looking at Snape with viper-like eyes.

"It's brave of you to face me now, Severus Snape, after spying for rats for a filthy Mudblood who won't look you in the eye."

Severus Snape's shoulders shrank unconsciously, but his eyes met Voldemort's without fear, his pale face showed no expression.

Harry's palms tightened unconsciously. He heard Sirius ask Dumbledore beside him suspiciously, "When did Snape become a spy?"

Snape didn't speak, but Harry couldn't help yelling at Voldemort again: "You coward who doesn't know how to respect people, how can you know what real courage is."

Albus Dumbledore leaned over and explained a few words in Sirius' ear - Grindelwald had been glaring at Sirius viciously during this period - Sirius looked up at Snape in surprise.

When he was stared at by Voldemort's sinister eyes, Snape still had no expression on his face, but when Sirius' eyes fell on him with disbelief and a touch of gratitude, he was rather annoyed and awkward, and his face turned black almost instantly.

"I have nothing to explain," he said forcefully, "it's not an atonement, I wish James Potter would die quickly, I just want to give Lily an explanation."

Snape's words were obviously addressed to Sirius, and the grateful eyes of those who had just lagged behind were stained with annoyance, and Sirius looked away angrily.

Snape felt - to his own amazement - better.

Not in the mood to watch these people chatting, Voldemort grimaced, and reached out to take out a note from the lottery box.

He looked down at the words on the note, a trace of obvious disdain flashed in his eyes, and even the tone of the reading was disgusted, as if he was tainted by the word "love": "If you are given another chance, you Will you choose the person you love or the person who loves you?"

The ball of light shook itself, as if dissatisfied with Voldemort's voice.

"Someone who loves me?" Snape snorted slightly, his dark eyes under the greasy hair gave off a rather uncomfortably depressed feeling, "assuming there is such a person—of course there isn't—I wouldn't select."

The water-blue light flickered, and the light ball seemed to be very surprised, "Huh?"

Everyone looked at Snape in puzzlement, and Albus Dumbledore curled his lips, and his slightly brisk laughter contained faint approval and helpless concern.

Voldemort was not interested in this at all, his black eyes turned maliciously around Snape, as if he was thinking about how to bring the damned spy the greatest torture.

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"I'm not qualified, and I don't want to assume," Snape explained impatiently that everyone's eyes were on him, "It would be best to let me die quickly." .”

Harry pursed his lips and looked at the profile of Professor Snape beside him - he hadn't said a word to him since he sat down next to him, and for some reason a tinge of shuddering sadness appeared in his heart.

"Okay," said the ball of light, as if responding to Snape's urging, "there is only one note left in the draw box, the game is coming to an end~"

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"Next—Little Harry?"

Harry nodded, solemnly picked up the dice, and threw it down carefully: "I choose 3."

The dice fall, 2 point.

Hermione smiled and waved at Harry.

"I don't know anything about you." Hermione tilted her head, glanced at Draco pointedly, and simply put her hand into the lottery box, "I've drawn lots."

, She flattened the paper in her hand and looked at it, her face was weird for a moment, then she sighed and looked at the light ball: "Why do I get such weird questions?"

The light ball giggled and didn't answer, it just spun a few times in the air excitedly.

"If you want to make all the people on the table into CP, please give your optimal solution."

Harry's eyes widened, and the next moment he looked at the ball of light in disbelief: "What kind of question is this? What is CP?"

"Couples, I guess," interrupted Hermione, "he wants you to make a couple out of every two of them."

"Bingo~" The ball of light shook its body, "As expected of Hermione, the top student~ Guess it right~"

Harry raised his forehead.

How can he make up a couple? The ratio of male to female is not right!

"Uh... Mr. Grindelwald and Headmaster Dumbledore."

Grindelwald nodded appreciatively and approvingly at the young man beside him. It seemed that Harry was very satisfied with putting him and Dumbledore first.

"Ron and Hermione."

The pair were both married, of course, beyond doubt.

As for the rest...

Harry glanced at Malfoy, then decisively ignored him, his eyes falling on Voldemort.

"Voldemort and Bellatrix."

Two psychopaths, if they want to get together, they must get together.

Now it was just him and Sirius, Malfoy, Professor Snape, Skeeter and Aberforth Dumbledore.

Sirius grinned nonchalantly: "Harry, the two of us?"

Harry was a little fuzzy.His gaze swept across the ball of light, and he said tentatively, "Sirius and I."

The ball of light shook its body and said dissatisfiedly, "Little Harry, do you know you're lying?"

Of course he does.Harry sighed.

"Me and Draco Malfoy."

Ron gritted his teeth and looked at Harry. If Hermione hadn't stared at him warningly, he would have jumped up and yelled at the two of them.

There was a look of relief on the young Malfoy's face.

Sirius froze for a moment, and gave Harry a complicated look, and Harry looked back at him.

The two people's eyes met, and they were silent for a moment, before Sirius sighed in compromise: "It's fine if you like it. As long as you're happy, nothing else matters."

Harry looked at Sirius gratefully with nostalgic eyes, but wanted him to continue answering questions, so he had to speak with difficulty: "Sirius...you and Professor Snape."

Snape unabashedly rolled his eyes with disdain, Sirius almost jumped up from his chair, also extremely disgusted: "Me and the snot? Harry, to be honest, what do you think?!"

Harry shrank his neck and explained in a low voice, "Only allowed to choose between us... I can't imagine you and Skeeter - or Aberforth."

Sirius' face was as black as the bottom of a pot, could he and Snape imagine it?

"Mr. Aberforth and Skeeter—excuse me."

This embarrassment was obviously addressed to Aberforth, who waved his hand indifferently.

"Then, all the questions are exhausted," the ball of light turned around reluctantly, rubbed the back of Dumbledore's hand twice with Grindelwald's murderous gaze, and then announced, "The game is over now! "

The water-blue light suddenly dimmed, and endless vortexes seemed to appear in front of Harry's eyes. He tried his best to hold his eyelids and raised his head——

Sirius smiled and waved goodbye to him, Albus Dumbledore walked side by side with Aberforth Dumbledore, Grindelwald silently followed behind them, Snape had already turned and walked into the darkness Among them, Voldemort has also disappeared.

His hand was suddenly held up, and platinum blonde hair and Draco Malfoy's smiling face came into view.

Maybe that's enough.

The moment before being engulfed in darkness, Harry was thinking in a daze.

The author has something to say: sorry for the delay of Harry, Hermione, Ron and Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore who is napping in the Hog's Head.

And sorry to interrupt Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Grindelwald, Professor Snape, Sirius and Bellatrix, Voldemort's Death Journey (Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindel Would I say that Mr. Wo was on the same train as the Undead Express!)

And Skeeter, whose stalker finally got a seat at the guest table, welcomes you too (reluctantly).

The game is over, thank you for your cooperation, and good luck to everyone!

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