[HP] love

Knockturn Alley.

The stinking trash can stands not far from the intersection of Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley. After hundreds of years, it has become a gathering place for rats and vicious dogs. He is a lonely and evil lone traveler, waiting for the opportunity of the passing crowd, looking for an opportunity to strike.

But in the past few days, the rats in this territory have disappeared, and even the wild dogs who have been dominating here have stood aside tremblingly, putting away their barbaric side.They looked at the most comfortable place behind the trash can with fearful eyes. There seemed to be a huge body curled up in the darkness, and the occasional flashes of cold light made people shudder. Fortunately, it was just watching the bustling Diagon Alley That's all.

It was this huge black dog that occupied the place where the mice lived. From the first day it arrived, except for rummaging through the trash cans for food, it lay there quietly, staring at Diagon Alley. Not moving for hours.

Black had been here for three days, but he still hadn't run into anyone from the Weasleys.I thought that I could easily meet them in Diagon Alley, but I didn't expect that not to mention the obvious red hair, not even a few acquaintances could be seen.This result made him a little restless, and he decided that if there was no harvest today, he would first go to London to see little Harry.

He has not seen little Harry for 13 years, and he still remembers the feeling of holding the baby in his arms. Although these warm memories were taken away in Azkaban, when he escaped from the cage For a moment it was all his own again!

I don't know how his little Harry is now, has he become the same great boy as James when he was young?Thinking of this, Black's eyes flickered again, revealing a bit of joy and kindness from time to time.

Slight footsteps sounded, and a figure quickly flashed from Diagon Alley into this dark alley. Black just glanced at it and didn't pay attention.There are at least a dozen wizards who flash in from Diagon Alley every day. Most of them come here with ulterior secrets. Naturally, they all use hoods to cover their faces, so they can't be seen easily.

The same is true for the guy who just flashed in. The black cloak tightly wraps his body, not a single strand of hair falls outside, and he can only see a slightly slender figure, which looks even thinner in the dark.

He looked around vigilantly and walked in without finding any danger.There was almost no sound in his footsteps, and even the wild dogs beside him didn't bark.The moment he passed the trash can, Black felt the other person's eyes sweep over his body, and he looked up inadvertently, but he firmly met the other person's eyes.They just stared at each other for less than a second, but it made him stunned.Looking at the back of the other party who did not stop, Blake thought a little dejectedly: Now even a teenager can easily shuttle through Knockturn Alley, but he himself has to hide behind the garbage and dare not act rashly!

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt even more difficult.He got up from the ground and shook off the lice and dust on his body, then looked at Diagon Alley where people were coming and going, and it ran in the direction the boy just walked.

Maybe he should go and see little Harry first, he thought.

Hill tried his best to speed up his pace. He wanted to take advantage of the time when Xiaolong was shopping for clothes to quickly finish buying the items he needed, and he had to return to Xiaolong at least within half an hour.Therefore, when he came to Bojin-Blog Magic Store and saw that there were still customers coming, he felt anxious all of a sudden.

But he still knew the rules of Knockturn Alley, and nodded to old Borgin, Hill retreated as far as possible to the depths of the store, keeping a distance from the two of them deliberately, not to look at the things they were trading.

In the feeling of looking at the watch, Hill finally looked forward to the departure of another guest. When the figure of the other guest disappeared from the field of vision, he quickly walked to the counter, "The thing I said last time ..."

"Of course, of course," Mr. Bokin's old face burst into a smile instantly, and a mouthful of gold teeth was inadvertently exposed, which made Hill feel annoyed for a while. "Of course I paid attention to you, but the price..." He stretched out his left hand, with five fingers spread out, and shook it.

Hill frowned, his current funds are not rich, if it is really too expensive, he really can't afford it.

The old and cunning Mr. Borgin saw through Hill's embarrassment at a glance, and his face immediately changed color, "I think Mr. Stoke won't forget the kindness that old Borgin once had? If he didn't buy it from me Drugs, your father may have given birth to a younger brother for you now!"

Hearing this, Hill clenched his fists secretly. He tried his best to suppress his anger, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Mr. Bojin, you should be able to feel the sincerity in wanting this thing, but I can't get it out today." There are only so many Galleons, if you agree, I can pay half of it as a deposit."

Mr. Bojin was obviously dissatisfied with this approach, but he also knew that Hill really couldn't afford so much money. He frowned and shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, he found that the guest who had just left went away. Returning, he was walking towards the two of them, and immediately closed his mouth that was about to be opened.

"Stoke." Greeting like a declarative sentence, under the black hood, came a chilling sentence, "I didn't expect it to be really you!"

Hill's face suddenly turned pale, and he was extremely nervous, "Professor..."

"Charge it to my account." Snape ignored the nervous students immediately, turned his head and nodded to old Borgin.

"Of course, Mr. Snape, follow your will." Mr. Borgin piled chrysanthemums on his face again in satisfaction.

Snape lowered his eyes, and looked coldly at Hill, who was already about the same height as him, "As far as I know, Mr. Stoke should stay in the nearby street right now, fooling around with the honorable little Mr. Malfoy." Chat! Maybe you can give me a convincing explanation."

"Yes, Professor." Hill lowered his head resignedly. Facing this dean who knew his secret, like other students, he was always afraid.

"Your platinum blonde friend is looking for you everywhere." Fortunately, Snape didn't continue to ask, but turned around impatiently, "Follow me!" After saying that, he strode towards the direction he came from past.

Hill had no choice but to take a small black bag from Mr. Bokin dryly, and followed closely behind the black waves of the professor's robe.For some reason, when he passed the trash can, he deliberately glanced there, but he didn't find the big black dog he saw when he came.

"Don't let me know what evil little thing you and Draco share!"

Snape's words successfully interrupted Hill's train of thought, he nodded hastily, quickly got out of Knockturn Alley, and walked in the direction of Xiaolong.

Not long after they left, a huge black dog turned out next to the Borgin-Blog Magic Shop, and it stopped in the middle of the road and looked towards the direction Hill and Snape were leaving for a while, without turning its head. Back to the ground again into the darkness.

Unexpectedly, the old slug has been a professor for so many years!

Sure enough, the students he taught were not good things. They came to Knockturn Alley to buy black magic props at a young age, and they must be an evil black wizard when they grow up.

This vacation seemed to pass quite quickly. Since Hill bought what he wanted in Knockturn Alley that day, Hill stayed in the study for half a month.

After his inspection, the strange pendant left by his father has no trace of black magic at all. Coupled with the scene in the medical wing on the eve of the holiday, Hill guessed that what he absorbed twice should be something similar to the soul. thing.And if you really continue to extend this idea, what kind of terrible conjectures will arise, just thinking about that moment, Hill felt shuddering.

Perhaps, things are more complicated than I imagined.

Hill squinted his eyes and sat on the chair, the gorgeous and simple pendant was dangling on his fingers, and on the table was a letter written by the mysterious Lord Rab to his father, all kinds of thoughts flooded into him for a while heart.

Or, maybe Lucius Malfoy really doesn't know what the black diary is...

Thinking of this, Hill's eyes flickered.Suddenly he thought of the evil mug Mrs. Malfoy had mentioned to him, and his brows furrowed deeply.

He's a Death Eater.

Hill admonished himself silently in his heart.

"Perhaps you can imagine Cho's embarrassment when she came to my house!" Cedric Diggory described cheerfully, "She didn't even think that my father would welcome her. It will increase the level of the Digory family."

Hearing this, there was laughter in the box. Everyone knew what kind of person Cedric's father was, and Mr. Amos Diggory's vain personality was well known throughout the Ministry of Magic.Cedric's self-mockery made the Slytherins in the box feel a little better about him.

"So, Hill, how was your vacation?" After making a small joke, Cedric cleverly threw the topic to his friend who was sitting aside and looking out the window.Hearing this question, Draco, who had always had a disdainful expression on his face, immediately cheered up and turned to look at him.

"Not bad," Hill nodded. "Maybe you will never experience the happiness of owning an old castle!"

"Oh, Hill, Hill, Hill," Allen used an exaggerated aria to express the jealousy in his heart, "For the sake of making money for you, can you invite me to live in Stoke Manor? Or, I should propose to you now!"

Hearing this, Draco's face suddenly became ugly. He seemed to have heard an extremely angry swear word, and looked at Allen angrily. "I'll tell Mrs. Darko about it."

Seeing that Allen also changed his face instantly, Hill was about to make fun of something when he heard Cedric say with a smile on his face: "Come on, Allen, I believe Hill must like Mal more than you. blessing!"

The box was instantly quiet, but only two seconds later, the sound of Allen's wild laughter filled the entire space, and in sharp contrast to his big movements, it was Draco who was blushing, and the wry smile Hill.

He knew it was a joke, but Hill didn't think it was funny at all. At that moment, the Malfoy he thought of was not the Draco in Cedric's mouth, but the Lu who was lying on his body with lustful eyes. Hughes!The thought almost startled him.

"Syd..." Hill wanted to defend himself, but before he could speak, the box suddenly fell into darkness.