[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Dumbledore assures you that the Dark Lord will only kill the Horcrux attached to you, don't hesitate! "

But both of them knew how dangerous this matter was.

Indeed, because of the Horcrux on his body, Harry can resist a killing curse, but you must know that the methods of making life worse than death in the world have been passed down from ancient times, from wizards to Muggles, bit by bit, like viruses invading the body.Not taking lives, but taking away hope can make people completely reduced to puppets and lose their senses.

The man also seemed to understand that his joke was not at the right time.He was silent for a while, then turned his head and began to vent his anger.

"Damn, damn Dumbledore!" Snape began to pace anxiously again, he kept cursing like a beast, "I spied for him, lied for him, and put him in danger, but when the In the end he told me he was going to send you to Voldemort to be slaughtered like a pig, and then come back!"

What Snape said no longer mattered to Harry.

Harry Potter at this time is the eighth Horcrux, destined to be destroyed.

"Professor, please don't tell Hermione them." Harry's face was still so pale, but the thin skeleton Harry smiled at Snape.Although his stature is thin, it is not difficult to see his soul from his shining eyes.Snape was a little confused. Facing death, this twenty-year-old young man didn't show too much helplessness.

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth: "You know, the idea that a friend is a Horcrux is not so nice."

He shrugged effortlessly, meeting Snape's deep eyes.

"I'm sorry, Professor." The young man wanted to stand on the steps of the headmaster of Hogwarts and bowed deeply, expressing his deepest condolences for the pain he experienced, the infamy he bore, and the injustice he suffered tribute.

Severus Snape suffered no less than the Savior.There is no doubt that he is a well-deserved Slytherin. He may not be as good as Tom Riddle in terms of achievement, but with faith, he transcends the category of strong and not strong.

Snape looked at the young man in front of him who looked immature, bowed his head sincerely, and walked out step by step with a straight back. The resentment brought about by years of humiliation seemed to gradually fade away.

He finally knew why Harry Potter could be dubbed the "Savior of the World".

Snape rubbed between his brows, which were scarred by his long-term frowning.

Harry Potter, looking forward to your return.

Harry was very open-minded.

It's not so much open-minded, it's not that...he's getting used to it.

The most frightening thing about death is not death itself, but the confusion and despair in waiting for death.And Harry had already experienced it once in 1946.To put it bluntly, he has already mastered it.

What made him really resist was probably the meeting with Voldmort.A week ago, he had firmly believed that Voldmort was just another man wearing Tom Riddle's skin, and a week later, fate made him see it clearly.

He was going to be killed by Voldmort himself, he was going to be killed by... Tom Riddle.

"Hey, Harry, where are you going?" Someone caught up behind him and put his arms around his shoulders.

Harry looked at Neville, who was half a head taller than him, with a relaxed expression on his face: "Good evening, Neville."

Neville lost a lot of weight, and his baby-fat face had completely turned into firm edges. During those dark days of fleeing, no one could gain weight.

"It's okay, go out for a while and be back soon, don't tell Hermione."

Neville looked suspiciously at Harry waving at him, walked towards the back of Hogwarts castle, and couldn't help shouting at him in a raised voice: "Be careful Harry, the place where the Death Eaters are stationed is not far from the Forbidden Forest! "

"Understood!" The young man with disheveled hair waved his hands, put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest like a walk, and said like a promise, "Wait for me to come back!"

As the night deepened, the trees in the ancient Forbidden Forest were towering, but they had to peel off their green leaves because of the cold winter. The gnarled trunks stood in a strange posture, which looked particularly terrifying in the darkness.

The young savior walked forward step by step. The wand in his hand was even captured by Hermione when he was fighting the Death Eaters. The light cast by him was on and off, unable to stabilize.

The author has something to say: hehehehehe... finally wrote here, the donkey here has been conceived for a long, long, long, long time... hehehehe...

The next update is expected on Sunday, above

☆, September 2001, 2

The Death Eaters chose to camp a dozen miles away from the Forbidden Forest.

They are like a pack of wolves, eager to try the pleasure of blood flowing into their throats, but the wolf king is more looking forward to the process of playing with his prey.So they chose to stop here, admiring the panicked and desperate resistance of the prey, and then swallowed them whole when they were satisfied.

"Shut up, Rhett! We're on guard!"

The Death Eaters in black hoods almost merged with the night. They guarded the night, coveting the towering castle in the distance with their green eyes.

"No! Look!" A Death Eater pointed to the forest spreading in front of them, "There is light in it!"

A group of Death Eaters became vigilant, quickly put on a defensive posture, and glanced across.

In front of their temporary residence is a ferocious rift, the bottom of which is even thicker than the night, it seems that even the light can swallow and distort it.On the opposite side of the rift is the ancient forest connected to the forbidden forest.

Nothing at all.

"Tch!" The other man sneered, his face hidden under the shadow of the hood, like a mole hiding in the dark, "Yesterday I played too much with your little lover, you are blind! lamp!"

As soon as the words fell, a light flashed across the rift, as if it had been accumulated for a long time and suddenly burst out. Lan Yingying's involuntary attention could attract people's attention, but in an instant, it dimmed with insufficient stamina, as if she had just entered school. The child casts "fluorescence" in general.

"There's only one person." The leader of the Death Eaters narrowed their eyes, and the people standing behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

The man didn't intend to cross the chasm, and he seemed to be a young man in terms of stature.

"And...it seems very familiar."

"This wand is really hard to use." Harry rubbed his arm that was starting to feel cold, the light on the tip of the wand was still flickering.

February in London seems to be a cold winter.In addition, the sun has already set, and all the rays of light are carefully restrained, leaving the world to darkness and cold.

Harry didn't know what expression to put on Tom, or Voldemort for that matter.From his return to the present, he has always avoided touching on that problem, the one that made him feel ashamed, ugly and frightening.They did the most intimate thing in the world. He forced him to embrace, kiss, and have sex beyond gender, but they became the opposite of him.

——You are his only weakness.

—one must die at the hand of the other.

The natal chart governs the past and cannot intervene in the future, so it entrusts the task to fate.And fate always loves contrast and contrast, but never has it produced such a startling contrast, such a splendid contrast.

"Harry Potter standing alone at the door?" Voldemort smiled, putting his hand on the cold snake's head and stroking it gently, like an innocent child holding his white rabbit.Oh, the Dark Lord doesn't like this metaphor, the creature he hates the most besides the phoenix is ​​the rabbit!

"Yes, Lord! The stupid boy came to the door by himself!" Bellaclitus yelled crazily, and the originally beautiful facial features also became extraordinarily terrifying due to the hostility.

The Duke of Darkness smiled. The handsome man was very gentle under the flickering firelight, his expression was as peaceful as a Christian who bowed his head in prayer: "No, Bella. He is the Boy Who Lived."

"I hope he can survive the catastrophe this time." The handsome boy of the Black family smiled and walked out of their carnival palace following the Dark Lord's flying wizard robes.

Voldemort stood on this side of the chasm, followed by the Death Eaters who surrendered at his feet.On the other side of the rift, the savior stood alone, the light on the tip of his staff still flickering.

Ha, this is another extreme contrast of fate.

"Well, well, look who's coming." Voldemort's voice was as soft as a part of a flickering flame, polite and gentlemanly, but his scarlet eyes were piercing even in the dark, "Good evening, my dear Harry."

Harry didn't answer.

Voldemort, or Tom Riddle has always understood what he has been doing for 20 years-killing Harry Potter.

For that prophecy - one must die at the hand of the other.

And he must be the one who survived.

Tom has never been sympathetic, and from the first time he snatched a piece of cheese from someone else in the orphanage, he has been completely insulated from humanity.Likewise, he has much less sympathy for a savior who has done nothing wrong.

Who made Harry Potter Harry Potter?

He has broken free from the curse, he has gradually reached perfection, his strength is approaching its peak, and he needs an opportunity to completely overthrow those humiliating histories that have been branded with the names of losers.And this opportunity is undoubtedly Harry Potter.

As long as he kills the Boy Who Lived, those so-called "energy to conquer the Dark Lord" will naturally become a joke, and the prophecy that "only one of the two will survive" will completely fall.

He couldn't wait to see the green light hitting that body.

But suspicious by nature, he just held the elder wand, and used the megaphone spell to spread his voice to the other side of the rift: "Is there anything Harry can do for a visit so late?" His tone was familiar as if a friend wanted to see him.

The young man on the opposite side also pressed his wand against his throat, his face was pale and his hair was disheveled, but his eyes could penetrate all the haze: "Kill me, let my friend go."

"Tsk." The aloof Duke of Darkness was suddenly controlled by an inexplicable irritability.

What he hates the most is the drama of "sacrificing oneself to save others".Self-righteous and extremely arrogant, he thought that he could save the world like Jesus, but he was obviously at a passive disadvantage and said "you can kill me" with charity on his face.So besides Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the third person he hates is Jesus created by Muggles.

Anyway, he is also the savior, let him save the world once.

Voldemort has always been keen to watch the losers pleading and begging for mercy under his wand. He is used to prolonging the pain of others, but this time, he did not hesitate.

Voldemort raised his wand.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, using all his strength to keep himself in a standing position, he was afraid that if he let go, his legs would fall back uncontrollably.

The night wind swept over the skin, constantly depriving the skin of the remaining warmth, which was so cold that it made people panic.

He had thought himself used to death, but when death loomed again, his fear began to leak.

Standing on the edge of the bottomless rift, facing a crowd of Death Eaters, he began to miss everything he had.All the happiness flashed through my mind frame by frame like a movie - Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, George, Fred, Neville... and Professor Dumbledore, Mike Professor Greg, even Snape... and Sirius, Lupine, Mum and Dad, and... Tom.

He's starting to regret it now.He should have stopped to say something to Hermione, just said "I love you", and hoped Ron didn't mind.Too bad he didn't.

He saw the same face he remembered soften a little, he saw Tom open his mouth, he saw a green light.

everything is over.

Tom watched as his spell flew across the chasm with incredible speed, hitting him with uncanny precision.

Bella watched the savior's body slant because of the force of the spell, his feet that were originally on the edge of the rift went limp, and he fell straight down, just like she watched his brother fall down the curtain ten years ago, falling into the rift. valley.

"Haha, he definitely won't survive. If he can't be beaten to death, he will be thrown to death!" Bella yelled, but found that standing in front of her, her supreme and powerful Duke of Darkness suddenly staggered.

Bella quickly pushed away the little Malfoy who was supporting the Demon King: "Lord, what's wrong with you!"

The Duke of Darkness, who had become the prophesied winner because he killed his opponent, had an ugly complexion. His scarlet eyes had turned into a terrifying dark red, reminiscent of coagulated blood clots.

"Call Severus!" the Demon King growled in a low voice, venting the uneasiness and panic surging in his heart, trying to suppress it.Could this be the sequelae of the fused Horcrux?Such mood swings occur because of emotional completion?

"That soul of Snape has already betrayed!" Bella still screamed loudly.

Only then did the Demon King wake up from his ups and downs, and his dark red eyes stared at the unfathomable rift: "Bella, take someone to find our savior, and if you find it, send it to Dumbledore's Army. Forget it." The Demon King showed a mocking smile, suppressing the constant suffocation in his chest.

Tom frowned, turned and walked towards his temporary residence: "Malfoy, come with me."

Hopefully young Malfoy learns a little bit about his godfather.

After going around for 20 years, Harry Potter died, and he, Voldemort, was still the one who survived.

The entanglement with each other is too thick, and it needs a death to stop abruptly.

——I guess, I guess...a time and space cannot allow two identical items...the soul piece has the same part as Voldemort's soul at that time, and there can't be two Voldemort's souls in the world, so when they meet , in order to follow the historical trajectory, the fate chart destroyed the one that was accidentally added!

— Potter, you are the eighth Horcrux.

—Don't be a coward, Potter!You will not die!The self-righteous Dumbledore guarantees that the Dark Lord will only kill the Horcrux attached to you, don't hesitate!

He didn't hesitate.

But he never got up again.

The wise and unparalleled Dumbledore can't guess the jump of time, and the extremely clever Hermione can't escape the control of fate.

Fate said that this man was too heavy, he broke the fate of mankind, he interfered with the rules.

Harry lay quietly at the bottom of the rift, surrounded by bushes and flowers, and his body may have suffered scars from the fall, but he didn't feel it.

He is dead.

The hero's corpse lay quietly in the wilderness, no one asked, no one cared, but fortunately God knows where to summon the soul.

Unfortunately, he never believed in God.

☆, September 2001, 2

On February 2th, the sun rose in the east, and the golden light penetrated through the clouds, like a sharp sword piercing the darkness, and the glow was overwhelming.This day seemed to be a rare sunny day, but the wind was exceptionally bitter, as if it could penetrate the flesh and invade the bone marrow.

"Have you seen Harry?" Hermione couldn't hide her panic and anxiety.

"what happened?"

"He didn't come back last night."

Ron waved his hand, Gryffindor, who has always been nervous and frizzy, didn't look too much: "Hey, Hermione, Harry is not a kid anymore, he has a sense of proportion, it's okay to go out for a walk or something. "

Neville, who was having breakfast, stopped bewilderedly, with a confused look on his face: "Oh, I saw him yesterday evening. He went to the Forbidden Forest."

Hermione pursed her lips, suppressing the uneasiness that almost overflowed her throat.

Is she suspicious?

Twelve o'clock, fifteen o'clock, eighteen o'clock, twenty-one o'clock, twenty-three o'clock.

She worked in panic, deploying preparations for war.

"Harry not back yet?" she couldn't help asking her partner again.

"No." Still the same answer.

Ron finally felt something was wrong.

"He went out yesterday evening?!" Ron was pacing anxiously in the Gryffindor lounge. He suddenly stopped and looked at Hermione, his pupils reflecting the firelight in the closet. Snape!"

"Let's go find Snape!" Hermione stood up decisively from her seat, and walked to the principal's office with Ron.

Severus Snape's mind went blank.

Indeed, he was indeed one of the few wizards familiar with Occlumency, but for the first time he knew that there was a way to blank the mind without using Occlumency.

"What did you say?" He lowered his voice, repeating almost word for word what the Gryffindor said, "He hasn't come back yet?"

He shook his head, and then pulled a mocking smile: "Maybe that Potter got scared and ran away, come and ask me what I'm doing!"

Just as Ron was about to speak up to refute loudly, Hermione grabbed his wrist.

"You know it's impossible, Professor Snape." The woman said calmly, her wise eyes fixed on the potions master sitting behind the desk.

Snape knew that this hypothesis was indeed impossible. Words like "reckless," "impulsive," "stupid," and even "brainless" could be applied to Potter, but only words like "cowardly" and "escape" could not.Even on that good-for-nothing old Potter, "cowardly" is the biggest false accusation.

He was silent for a while.

The green-eyed Potter once said: "Please don't tell Hermione them. It's not a good idea to say that a friend is a Horcrux."

So he sneered again: "I don't know where he is."

"Damn Snape, what on earth have you done to Harry!" The tall Gryffindor was furious, staring at him fiercely with a pair of burning eyes, wishing he could grab him by the collar and lift him up. I was terrified of him when I was a student.

Snape still remembered how cowardly he was as a Weasley student.For the sake of friends, dare to challenge Slytherin's old bat now?

"Shut up, Weasley." Snape's voice dropped even lower, with a suffocating pressure, "Get out! Potter will be back!"

It's just a somewhat dangerous task!

Snape thought about it, tried to think about it, and tried to comfort himself.

He'll always come back, it's just a slightly dangerous mission.

"He will be in danger, Professor." But there are always people who are unwilling to tell you the most unfortunate possibility.

Hermione suppressed the restless Ron, and she couldn't help but raise her voice even though she was always calm: "Professor, we need to know the inside story! Harry is very important to us, and also to this war, we can't afford a little risk !"

"...he went to find the Dark Lord." Maybe Potter's disappearance for a day made the thoughtful Potions Master stunned.Snape was silent for a while before revealing the details expressionlessly.

"Damn it!" Ron quickly pulled out his wand from his pocket, his eyes were tearing open, "You really are a fucking Death Eater! Harry, he..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Snape mockingly: "Dumbledore's order."

"You fucking killed Dumbledore!" Gryffindor cursed, the whites of his eyes began to bloodshot, the wand in his hand pointed at the black figure motionlessly, and his brain panicked.

That's what Dumbledore ordered.Snape sneered to himself.

"Ron, calm down."

Ron stood in the principal's office, blue blood vessels protruding from his neck, beating with his pulse: "How do you tell me to calm down! He actually asked Harry to find the Dark Lord!"

Hermione also took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and looked at Snape.

"Because he is the eighth Horcrux. The soul piece on him must be killed by Voldemort himself." Snape said, admiring the surprised expressions on the faces of the two Gryffindors almost with a wicked taste.

"Is he really going to be okay?" Hearing Snape's brief explanation, Hermione's uneasiness didn't diminish in the slightest.

Snape looked at the portrait behind the seat sarcastically, and the smiling Dumbledore in the photo frame had long since disappeared: "Your most beloved headmaster said that only souls die."

Hermione chewed every word Snape said over and over again, racking her brains to find what felt wrong to her, but everything seemed normal.

No, no!

There must be something wrong!

She tried her best to search her memory, wishing to turn herself into a machine that would not forget.But when she remembered it, it was too late.

It was indeed too late, the moon was already in the middle of the sky, and almost the whole of Hogwarts was silent.

Hermione sat up suddenly in bed, sweating coldly.

A month ago, Harry space-jumped, and when he came back, he told her that when the soul piece in his locket disappeared... the horoscope would not allow the same part of the soul to exist, so it erased the soul piece in the locket. Soul piece.At the same time, the soul slice on Harry's body was also erased...

Then, it is not the so-called soul piece that bears Voldemort's Killing Curse, but...

Belongs to the soul of Harry Potter!

Tears filled the eyes in an instant, falling drop by drop on the bedding.

Hermione couldn't remember to bear it anymore, she was suffocated by the fear of the darkness, her internal organs were cramped by the dead silence of the night, she cried out, her tears and snot were in a ball, she was filthy, and she didn't even bother to wipe it. .

In the dead silence of the night, the cries were particularly sudden and sad.

She originally thought that Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley would be the eternal golden trio in the eyes of everyone, stable and unshakable like a triangle, growing up together, graduating together, and then Work and grow old together.It never occurred to her that Harry Potter's name would one day be wiped between them, leaving an empty place.

Harry Potter.

The reason why she, Ron, and most of the friends gathered around Harry are willing to face death, darkness, and horror is not because they are so great. They are only 20 years old, just an age that can enjoy and have fun.If the savior were a stranger who had nothing to do with them, she would not live and sleep away from her family.

She doesn't care who rules the wizarding world, she only cares about whether Harry can survive!

This time, Ron actually grabbed Snape by the collar.

The boy who always claimed to be a "man who doesn't cry" had red eyes, tears streaming down his mouth, his teeth were clenched but still trembling: "Why did you ask him to go find Voldemort!!"

Yes, he used to be jealous that Harry was Harry Potter, he was jealous that Harry had a room of gold coins, he was jealous that Harry was the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, he was jealous that Harry was the captain of Quidditch, but he always put Harry Putting him on an equal footing with himself, Harry Potter is the brother he is willing to protect with his life!

Snape, who was always arrogant, was also ashen-faced, and he muttered blankly: "I don't know...Dumbledore said..."

Ron let go violently, rushed to the portrait of Dumbledore behind Snape's seat, and shouted at the silent old headmaster inside with tears in his eyes: "You give us back Harry!"

"Son... I'm sorry." The old headmaster in the portrait was no longer as cheerful as before.

No matter how wise and powerful Albus Dumbledore is, he is not an omnipotent god.He can predict the future, but he cannot predict the future.He alone cannot foot the bill for this.What's more, he had already sacrificed his life for peace and for Harry, and now he was just a portrait.

whose fault?

No one is wrong.

"Maybe there is still hope!" Hermione wiped away tears, "Maybe Harry didn't go to You-Know-Who at all..."

Ron hung his head, Ginny covered her eyes, and even Fred and George didn't speak.

Everyone knew very well how unlikely Hermione's so-called hope would appear.

"We have to bring Harry back." Ron suddenly looked up, his eyes swollen like walnuts. "Even if he dies, he would only die on this land."

The always laughing, impulsive and reckless Gryffindor boy also grew up in an instant: "Harry is not here, there may be many people who will withdraw from this war, but I will not withdraw, I will kill those people!"

Ron stood up and looked at Dumbledore's core members sitting in the room: "If you want to leave, go! If you want to stay, get it back for Harry!"

The voice fell, and the room was silent.

Everyone was looking at him, including Seamus who loves to change his mind, Percy who loves to be an official, and Zhang Qiu who can stay out of the matter and stay away from the battlefield...

They were all afraid of death and failure, but what they were more afraid of was that Harry would never come back.

They hesitated, hesitated, and considered.

After thinking about it, they chose to stay.

☆, September 2001, 2

2001 2 Month 21 Day.

Dumbledore's Army will remember this day, and so will the ranks of the Death Eaters.Even Hogwarts, the wizarding world, and wizarding history will remember this day, just like the day when the mysterious man disappeared 20 years ago.

why?

The body of the savior was found.

"After enjoying the glory of the savior for 20 years, Harry Potter died in an unequal way. Is the so-called saviorism true or a big lie to deceive the public and appease the society? Lita Skeeter reports for you "The Daily Prophet has completely become the stage for that woman, and Rita Skeeter, who has already sold her moral bottom line to the devil, is like a clown, making headlines under everyone's eyes.

Some people make profits from a person's death, some walk away indifferently, and some even cover their faces and cry, resentful.

While laughing wildly and recklessly, while condensing sadness and pain.

February 2001, 2, is a day destined to be included in history, a day for future generations to sigh and lament.

However, Dumbledore's Army and the hundreds of professors, Aurors, and students who volunteered to fight at Hogwarts were not in the mood to deal with the overwhelming comments from the wizarding world.

They stood steadfastly at the gate of Hogwarts, their heels stepping on the land belonging to Hogwarts, just like the armored men who guarded the students for thousands of years in the corridor of the castle, watching the Death Eaters in black cloaks step by step. into Hogwarts territory.

The leader stood still tens of meters away from them. He pulled down his hood, revealing his platinum-blond hair.

Draco Malfoy.

The young Death Eater was pale, but calm.With a wave of his magic wand, the person in Goyle's arms was carried by the magic power and sent to the land that made him happy.

"The Lord is a man who keeps his promise. Since your savior is willing to save you with his life, the Lord will not make things difficult for you. Please leave Hogwarts and England within two months. This is the Lord's greatest tolerance. Before Little Malfoy could speak, Bryce beside him spoke out, his handsome face was exceptionally distorted, and his wheat-colored skin was as disgusting as mud. He seemed to have remembered something, with a bright smile, "By the way, You have to thank Lord, if he didn't let us go to the bottom of the valley to find the savior, otherwise, I'm afraid his body will rot there, right, Malfoy?"

"Mission complete, let's go." But the other party ignored him at all.With a cold face, Malfoy turned around and led his men, leaving Bryce with a twisted face.

"Damn Malfoy!" Bryce cursed and had to follow.

For the first time, Malfoy, who was always careful not to find a clue, showed a tired look in front of other Death Eaters.

Harry Potter, who had always been against him, died, but he didn't even feel a little bit of pleasure.

In such gloomy and depressing days, the childhood memories of fighting and noisy with the savior turned out to be one of the few warm memories.At that time, they had a narrow road to each other, and they all showed their sharpness, but now, the savior is lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Harry Potter's corpse... is really disgusting, cold and stiff, really ominous!" Bryce beside him complained endlessly.

"Shut up!" he yelled coldly, making Bryce swallow the next words abruptly.

Malfoy took a deep breath and strode forward.

Potter, this is my... first and last respect for you.

Harry lay quietly on the ground, squatting beside his teacher and partner.

Harry wasn't exactly good looking.There were a few horrible bloodstains on his face from his cheeks to his ears, probably scratched when he fell down the valley.But with his eyes closed, his expression was as calm as if he was asleep.

Ron pursed his lips tightly and put his hands on Harry's weak chest.Even if there is only a ten thousandth chance, he will try, what if... this is just a joke Harry made with them?

In the harsh winter of February, the body that had lost its life was as cold as a block of iron. Without the addition of life, the blood in the chest cavity could not flow, and the heart could not beat.Holding one ten thousandth of hope, but being shattered by nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine ten thousandths of reality.

There will never be another Harry Potter in the world.

Ron withdrew his hand in silence.

A girl took a few steps back in fear.

Maybe it's not her fault.

Humans fear death like children fear the dark.

Whether it is a weak muggle who is used to seeing life and death, or a wizard who can leave a portrait and condense into a ghost, they cannot completely eliminate the fear of death, because it exists in the blood, bone marrow, and the instinct that no living thing can get rid of .

Perhaps the word death is too elegant, and humans are more afraid of "dead bodies" and "funerals" than "death".

"It's so sudden that we don't even have time to prepare the coffin..." Hermione looked at her friend, as if she was joking with him, but her expression was ugly as if she was about to cry.

"Sing a requiem for him..." A seventh grade girl with red eyes was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

"Shut up! What a soul!" The man gritted his teeth and pushed away the crowd around the savior, his hoarse voice and bloodshot eyes told others that he was extremely exhausted, "Granger, take Potter to My potions room... probably, there is still hope."

Yes, hope.

Even in the empty eye sockets of death, the message of life can be seen.It is in the most hopeless life that life is most courageous and tenacious.

"Back from the dead..." Hermione looked at Harry lying in the special freezer, unbelievable, and then unbearably ecstatic, "Back from the dead, back from the dead!"

Snape rummaged through the potion rack, his face even darker than usual: "Don't be too happy. What we need is too difficult."

"what?"

"Dragon heart and phoenix's tears aside, I want the blood of the Dark Lord." Snape said, his hands kept moving, and a strange gas gradually emerged from the cauldron.

Hermione frowned, "Why?"

"Because half of the blood in the Dark Lord's body is Potter's. I need that half of the blood to revive Potter." Snape stopped hissing and taunting, and stopped cursing around the bush.

Time was running out, and he had to save that Potter.

He is righteous?

No, he pushed Potter to death with his own hands, just to atone for his sin.

With a cold face, he looked at Hermione very seriously: "Within a month, a complete body, fresh and vital blood of the original owner, as well as dragon heart, phoenix's tears, and centaur's bone marrow..., I will It will bring Potter back to life."

He paused, and added again: "The complete and exact Harry Potter."

Hermione swallowed hard, her dry throat tearing painfully.

So many things, so many hard-to-find things...

"Okay!" The woman nodded bluntly.Just get Harry back!

The wizarding world was full of turmoil because of Rita Skeeter's report, but at this time the sun was approaching West Mountain.A strange red glows in the place where the light and dark meet, like the fresh blood of a soldier.

The Death Eaters had won a complete victory, and the Slytherins were overjoyed. They hurriedly took off their black cloaks, and began busy preparing for the dinner and dance they had been away for a long time.

But he should be the happiest Dark Lord, but he hasn't