[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Outside the prison, silently avoiding the gaze and sight of all the guards, standing in front of Grindelwald.The dim light in the prison was completely blocked by the hood, and the facial features of the visitor could not be seen at all.

The old devil sneered. Although his face was aging, his skin was dull, and his blond hair faded, his profound facial features could still reveal the demeanor of his youth. A pair of eyes sharpened by war and death could make people fearful: "How did you get in here?"

The man in the hood smiled, but the shadow cast by the hood completely covered the movement of the corners of his mouth: "Money and power are necessary means, plus appropriate fear."

"Good way." The old devil said lightly, closed his eyes and ignored it.

The man in the hood was silent for a while, his voice was low, and he looked particularly gloomy in the cold prison: "Mr. Grindelwald, if the media who dote on Mr. Dumbledore now know the relationship between the two of you, Mr. Dumbledore What kind of predicament will you get into?"

The old devil opened his eyes the first moment he heard the name "Dumbledore", looked up and down carefully for a while at the hooded man standing in front of the prison, and then sneered: "It's against me now" With proper fear'?"

"If you want to understand it that way."

"If Dumbledore can't handle this, then he is not Dumbledore. But you, are you not afraid that I will kill you the first time I go out?"

The man in the hood suddenly laughed, his voice was deep but sounded very young: "First, you won't choose to come out with me. Second, you can't kill me."

"Then what do you mean you are here?" The old devil frowned.

The hooded man shrugged.Although the details are not clear in dim light, an action can still be seen clearly.

"Christmas vacation, it's a bit boring." The man said an answer that made people laugh and cry, stretched out his hand from the black robe, and waved to the old devil king in prison, the ring on the man's hand flashed in the light , but enough for the people in the prison to see the shape of the ring clearly.

——Red, diamond-shaped dark red gemstones, even the color flowing in the gemstones can be seen clearly after being irradiated by light.That represents great, powerful magic.

He knows it!He knows it!Grindelwald will never forget his boyhood wish with Dumbledore - to find the Deathly Hallows.

"Wait!" The old devil king who was originally indifferent suddenly became excited, but in front of equally intelligent people, he was most refrained from showing his earnest needs and goals.Almost overwhelmed by the huge surprise, Grindelwald lowered his voice and called eagerly, "What do you want?" He wanted to induce the man to take out the ring.

The man in the hood also turned around, and a young voice came out from the hood, a bit playful: "What do you want?"

The old devil raised his eyebrows: "You came to find me, right?"

"Okay," the hooded man said bluntly with an indifferent attitude, "I want your old department. The remnants of the German Dark Lord's power...Thinking about it makes people's hearts flutter." Just listening to the young man From the sound of a person, one can imagine the expression of that person squinting his eyes.

"However, your opinion is not important. The engulfment of power has already begun." The young man added happily.

"But what you devoured were dried shrimps." The old devil chuckled, "My request is very simple. Your ring."

The young man in the hood seemed surprised.He stretched out his hand and stroked the sharp-edged and smooth-cut gem, his tone almost domineering: "Tell me, what's the use?"

The old devil raised his gaze: "Resurrection. Resurrection of the dead."

"Hey, I don't have anyone who needs to be resurrected." The young man sneered and took the ring off his hand, "But this is mine."

The old devil thought for a while: "I will return it to you."

"You've lost money." The young man sighed with a chuckle.

"As long as..." Gellert muttered a word, and then swallowed the rest of the words into his mouth.As long as his sister is resurrected, he will come back...

The hooded man immediately tossed the ring to Grindelwald, turned and left.

That ring was something he snatched, even if it was lost, it wouldn't be a big deal.And... even if Grindelwald wants to snatch it, he has to think about how to bear his revenge!

When he reached the door, the man stopped suddenly, turned his head, and said to the old devil who was sitting in a corner of the prison, "You have power. If I were you, I would snatch him over instead of waiting in vain."

The old demon king smiled, his sharp brows were a little tired: "So you are not me."

Grindelwald watched the young man disappear without a sound, his eyes thoughtful.That was undoubtedly a fine young man.Not only excellent, but also very powerful and wise, but the only shortcoming is that he is too tyrannical.

too tyrannical?That doesn't matter, his goal is to become the person who makes everyone dare not say his name.

The author has something to say: How long has it been since I posted during the day?Touched tears QAQ...

PS: Some girls said that the plot was procrastinating, so the donkey pressed the fast forward button, and the jumping time of this chapter...in fact, it's not very big...

PPS: The customization will complete all the meat, and the plot of the self should also be added. The extra episode will be placed in the customization, and it may not be released on the Internet or it will be half a year later. The donkey is in a hurry to finish it, it may shrink to 30w

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☆, September 1945, 1

`P`*WXC`P``P`*WXC`P`Christmas holiday, not many people stayed in school.

Harry was one of those few people.

Although staying at school for Christmas is quite miserable, but at least the professor's office is much better than the student dormitory, unlike his first year in the student dormitory, the space is small and there is no entertainment, even if you want to read a book, you have to put on clothes and shoes go to the library.

Harry sat at his desk without moving, and even though the Christmas dinner in the hall had already begun, he had no intention of moving.

The book in his hand seemed attractive, at least his eyes were glued to the pages, but he hadn't turned the pages for a long time.

He couldn't cheer up today.

The crisp sound of the glass in his hand hitting the table drew Harry back slightly.

"Thanks, Tom." Harry picked up the stem of his glass and thanked him out of habit.

"Bo, Mr. Potter..." The sharp and excited voice startled Harry, and the coffee in his cup was almost overflowing.

Harry looked up quickly, and it turned out to be a house elf from Hogwarts.

"Deng, Professor Dumbledore asked Tom to come over with dinner..." The house elf looked at Harry with tennis-sized eyes, and Harry was startled again by the tears in his eyes, "Mr. Potter! Tom said thank you!"

After hearing this sentence, Harry suddenly found it funny.Tom boy, would he be upset if he knew there was even a house-elf with the same name?

"Excuse me...who gave you the name?" Harry still couldn't hold back, and asked with a smile while holding some coffee that was spread out in his hand.

The elf raised his hand and made a cheering gesture: "It's Professor Dumbledore!"

I knew it.Harry thought with some embarrassment.

After seeing off the little elf, the whole room seemed to be deserted again, and it was annoying to look at it empty.

Why didn't you think this office was so empty before?Harry thought about it, sat down on the other side of the desk, and took the book on the corner of the desk.

Tom was hardworking and talented, but he was just as serious.His book doesn't even have too much blank space, it is densely filled with annotations, and the font is beautiful without being crowded.He could see how much effort Tom had put into his studies. Who can always be good without putting in effort?

Harry put the book back to its original position dejectedly, lying on the somewhat cold table.

Tom is not here.Tom, who thought he would spend Christmas with him, decided to go on a trip. The companion... was the girl he had met, and she didn't even stay for her birthday.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable.

I am not used to having no one to accompany him to read books and correct homework at night, not to be used to having no one put coffee at hand for him, not to be used to not celebrating his birthday on December 12st...

I don't know when he started, he was used to Tom.

Have been together for 14 years, can you not get used to it?

The arrival of a tawny owl cheered Harry up a little.

Dear Harry:

Forgive me for making a request that you must agree to.

The German Dark Lord has fallen, as you must know, this is the problem.Before the Dark Lord was around, some small dark forces didn't dare to be arrogant. Now that the Dark Lord arrived, and there was no suppression, those minions began to be arrogant. The Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic had suffered heavy casualties, and they couldn't deal with it.The Ministry of Magic sent me to lead a team of Aurors in support, but either I have a mission or I don't want to go on a mission over the Christmas break.So, please be sure to join us, the mission will not take long, five days.

Please be sure to join us!

you are sincere

Jon

For Jon, who has always been concise and concise, to write so many words, he must be going crazy, right?Harry wrote "Yes" on the back of the note, rolled up the note for the owl to hold, and released the owl.

Tom was not there, and he had no intention of staying any longer.

Harry pulled himself out of his irritability and threw himself back into the preparations for the mission.

Work is the easiest way to forget your troubles.

Germany is even colder than England.

Harry wanted to zip his clothes up over his head.The bone began to ache again, as if a worm was dormant in the bone marrow, wriggling, gnawing from the inside out, the long and unbearable pain.

"I can't tell, you're afraid of the cold." Jon laughed as he watched Harry wrap himself tightly.The woman with neat short hair shook her head, called all the team members to gather, and sent a copy of the documents she had just received, "These are general information, most of them are from low-level forces, there are a few that need special attention I drew it. Although it is not particularly dangerous, I still want to remind you that life belongs to you, not to any country."

"Wait..." Alves, who used to be a judge with him, pointed to the document and asked in confusion, "Jon, why doesn't this faction have any information? D7234?"

"Oh, you need to pay special attention to that. That force is very mysterious. It appeared suddenly in early December. No one knows who they are. They wear hoods and hide their faces tightly. They don't have any evil intentions. I guess they just want to Merge forces." Jon took the document, glanced at it, and then complained, "For a month, the German Ministry of Magic couldn't find any information, and they used numbers as names, which is really funny."

Harry's eyes were fixed on the funny number, and the heart in his chest was beating fast like a drum.Something in the subconscious was clamoring, ready to surge out, and was suppressed rationally by him.

Come on, don't scare yourself.Tom is changing, can't you see it?

Harry smiled, deliberately forgetting that bad premonition.

Once the bad hunch is confirmed, it will become a desperate situation.

Their first mission soon arrives, encircling a small dark organization.

But when they quietly surrounded the gathering place of that organization, they could clearly see six or seven people in black robes and hoods standing in the middle negotiating with people from other forces.Everyone's facial features were covered in hoods, and even the strands of hair were tightly covered.

The moment all of them cast their spells, the people in black cloaks tacitly withdrew from the battle circle quickly, without making any attempt to resist, and quickly left.Brooms, Animagus, invisibility cloaks... They used various methods to disappear and escape from the eyes of the Aurors.

But this one seems to be a bit slow to respond.

"Hey, don't try to run!" Alves cast a binding spell, and his eyesight and hands were quick to tie up the man in black who was trying to escape, but the man dodged him and ran towards the intersection with his wand in hand.

"Harry!" Alves shouted, standing at the intersection and confronting a tattooed man, Harry quickly restrained his enemy, and also cast a Stumbling Curse to make the black man The man in clothes fell to the ground, and the hood on his head came loose, revealing some curly black hair.

The man in black was also extremely smart, and immediately raised his wand and planned to use Apparition.No wonder the German Ministry of Magic couldn't catch them. How could they catch someone who could still retain enough magic power to cast Apparation after a battle?

Harry didn't care about the man in his hands, and turned his elbow to the man's abdomen, his wand only thought of the man in black robe, and in the blink of an eye, the spell hit the man in the black cloak— — "Disarm you!"

"Fuck!" Harry heard the man swear violently, and ran out of the battlefield like crazy, as if he was extremely afraid of being discovered his identity.

Harry hurried to catch up, and regardless of his care, he jumped forward, grabbed the hood of the man in black, and yanked hard.

It was night, and his vision might not be as clear and bright as it was during the day, but then Harry could vaguely distinguish this person from the lights scattered on the side of the road.He was not familiar with this person, but he recognized his aquiline nose and dark eyes—Karkaroff!

Harry felt his breath stop.

Karkaroff's pupils suddenly constricted.

Harry Potter!

From the moment the name popped into his mind, Karkaroff knew what would happen to him.

He saw it, and it was over.

He knew how much that person cared about this person, and the reason why that person made them all wear black robes and hoods was probably to hide his adoptive father, Harry Potter, apart from making publicity.He didn't even dare to imagine how that person would torture him, the mark on his arm still had burning pain, making one wish to cut off that arm.His stomach still remembered the smell of cramps, Cruciatus was no longer a surprise to him...

Alves who caught up quickly tied up Karkaroff, but he didn't struggle.Better to follow these Aurors than run back to the man, at least they won't use Cruciatus on him.

But... can the mark on the arm be erased?Can't be erased.

Wherever he goes, that person can punish him.

Alves wiped the sweat off his head.Even though the temperature in January in Germany made the water hard enough to pass a car, he was still sweating from the heat.

After binding Karkaroff with a binding spell, Alves heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Harry, "Hey! Harry, are you okay? You don't look very good... Is it cold? My coat can Lend it to you..."

Harry felt completely cold from top to bottom, from the inside out.So he forced a smile at Alves, took his overcoat that was still steaming, and put it on awkwardly and dazedly.

"It's the other way around, Harry." Alves watched him playfully put his left hand into the sleeve of his right hand, and reminded him aloud that he suddenly realized that he was wearing the right clothes.

Alves seemed to see Harry's trance, frowned and asked, "Are you okay? It's almost over there, why don't you go back first."

He said go back, back to the guest house of the German Ministry of Magic.

Harry's face was pale, even the same color as snow in the moonlight.Harry's glasses were clamped crookedly on the bridge of his nose, and a crack was peeled off from his lens due to the fierce fight, and his original green eyes were as cold as dead objects in the dark night.Harry looked at Karkaroff who was trapped on the side with a grim expression, and shook his head.

"No, I want to watch you interrogate him."`P`*WXC`P``P`*WXC`P`

The author has something to say: Mr. Manuscript Box is really a good thing... It means that I have written two chapters today...

Hmm... The customization may not be so fast, but I have already started to organize the manuscript. Will I tell you where the jackasses go and write?There are chapter drafts in the computer, mobile phone, and notebook...

The update of the [-] list is going to die... The stupid donkey is dying, I don't dare to go to the bathroom now, I have no time for paralysis ORZ...

☆, September 1945, 1

Jon and the others did not have the right to interrogate German dark wizards, but Harry's firm, stubborn and abnormal attitude made Jon think about it. After discussing with the German Auror team, Harry was allowed to interrogate Kaka under the supervision of the German Aurors. Love some questions.

Harry was still wearing Alves' overcoat. The soft fluff lining inside the overcoat had an excellent thermal effect, but Harry still felt the cold in fits and starts.

Who is Karkaroff?At this time, probably only he knows that Karkaroff's head is crowned with the name of an early Death Eater.

What is Karkaroff here, wearing a cloak and hood?

Is Tom doing all this?

What was the change he believed in before that?His goddamn disguise again?

Harry vividly remembered how Helena Ravenclaw had been tricked into taking the Ravenclaw crown.Deceived, deceived, indulging in his carefully disguised surface, he even devoutly thought that it was a turning point in despair, the dawn of the dark night, and he paid his hard work and trust, but in the end he was told that he was acting on the spot, that he was told what he wanted Is the light of worship just a carefully constructed illusion?

Harry felt that he was out of breath, his chest seemed to be pierced by something, and all the oxygen in his breath leaked out of his chest. Although he was gasping for breath, his brain was still on the verge of suffocation.

"Just be Tom Riddle, okay?" he had asked almost pleadingly.

And he was very straightforward: "Okay."

Now that I think about it, is it because I didn't intend to abide by the agreement that I agreed so readily?

"Who told you to do this?"

Karkaroff didn't speak, but just looked at Harry with sullen eyes, and his hooked nose was even more terrifying under the light tube in the interrogation room.

Harry glanced at the German Auror standing beside him, but he still didn't say the name Tom Riddle.Harry just asked, "Is that him?"

Karkaroff knew it all.Although he let Harry Potter see his face, although Potter had already become suspicious, although he would receive the most severe punishment from that person, he could not confess the name of Tom Riddle no matter what.Whether it is pain or not now, if you say it out, I am afraid there is only a dead end.

And how could he, Igor Karkaroff, allow his life to end at the moment when he was about to take power?

So he raised his eyes and said in a rough tone, "I don't know who the hell you're talking about."

Harry suddenly started laughing: "That's right, I said why does he have the leisure to travel, and is he still... traveling in Germany?"

Harry suddenly discovered that Tom's every move was designed.

The thought made Harry shiver suddenly.Is it even every night, from knocking on his door to finally picking up his schoolbag and leaving, is he planning and rehearsing it over and over again?And he is just an extra, appearing again and again just to foil the protagonist's perfect plan?

Harry couldn't help laughing, laughing like maniacs, cupping his stomach so much he could almost curl up on the ground laughing.

The German Auror standing next to him looked at the laughing man strangely, wondering if he should be taken out.

Karkaroff looked at Harry who was laughing until tears came out, his mind was in a mess.He needs a perfect lie.No, it doesn't matter if it's not perfect, as long as he tries to coax it, that person's punishment may be lighter.

"Who are you talking about? You don't even know him." He pretended to be calm and said, trying to play a relaxed and arrogant look, "The person who asked me to do this will scare you to death if he mentions his name!"

"Malfoy! Have you heard of it?" Karkaroff was not stupid, he knew something about that person, and knew that his plan was to recruit Malfoy into his camp.He pretended poorly.

Harry stopped laughing and looked surprised: "Really? I met Mrs. Malfoy the day before yesterday, and she didn't say that Mr. Malfoy was..."

"Hey, who would tell such a thing to an outsider!" Karkaroff hurriedly completed the lie.

Harry started laughing again, as if something really happy had happened.

"How could Abraxas Malfoy have a wife...hahaha..." Harry buried his face in Alves' clothes and laughed.

The laughter continued, even Jon and his party waiting outside the interrogation room could hear clearly, and a group of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

It sounds very happy, but if you listen carefully, every sound is the sound of a collapse of faith.

And that person didn't know it was happening.No matter how strong and excellent he is, he cannot predict what will happen next through time and space.That man just reappeared in the tallest tower of Nurmengard.

"How is it?" The young man was still wearing a hood, his features were obscured by the darkness.

The old devil king sitting in the corner laughed like weeping, and said to himself: "It's just...how could it be possible to revive people..."

"No success?" The young man raised his eyebrows, but Grindelwald couldn't see this action.

Who is Grindelwald?The Dark Lord who conquered Germany.He has been honed by war and blood and is extremely determined. He can easily distinguish between fiction and reality, and can clearly see that what is recalled by the resurrection stone is just a group of ignorance that seems to be a soul.Tried countless times, disappointed countless times.In the end, he could only hang down his arms in a slump, extinguishing all the hopes that were suddenly aroused, and admitted in despair that the power of the Deathly Hallows was nothing more than that.

Dumbledore...

He threw out the ring that he had been clutching all along, and was caught by the man in the hood.

"Unfortunately, even if you are not satisfied, our deal has been reached."

"Don't worry, kid," the old devil leaned wearily against the wall, his voice hoarse, "Take it away, take it all away. I'm tired."

The man in the hood shrugged and left a sentence before leaving: "If you want to leave, you can find me. The jailer downstairs is mine."

He paused: "Of course, the time limit for this sentence will not be too long."

And the old devil didn't look at him again.

As soon as they left Nurmengard, several people in black robes suddenly disappeared from the deserted streets.

"Lord," a leader stood up, lowered his head, and said with great hesitation, "Karkaroff has been arrested."

"Idiot." The man sneered, then paused again, "Which Auror team was captured? If it was the left-wing group, it would be troublesome." Yes, and I will be back in about two or three hours.

Several people in black robes hesitated, another person stood up, facial features could not be seen clearly, but the voice was a woman: "...it seems to be... a British Auror."

No one saw their Lord narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"Who?"

These few words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, which made people feel frightened.

"No, I don't know, but the leader is a woman with short hair." The woman in the hood plucked up her courage and said stumblingly, "By the way, someone called the person who caught Karkaroff during the fight." His name seems to be..."

Even in the dark, the woman could feel the increasingly cold gaze cast by the Lord, and the cold sweat on her forehead was even worse.

"Harry!" Another man in black suddenly remembered the name and blurted it out, but he was suddenly greeted by a red light from that man, and couldn't help but let out a scream.

For the first time Tom Riddle felt that things were out of his control.

He carefully used the girl who became his subordinate as an excuse to create disguises and erase traces along the way, and even tried his best to send postcards to dispel Harry's suspicion. Let alone he spent a semester, and finally let Harry Get used to his existence, and almost completely eliminate his guard against him. Everything, everything, is ruined in the hands of that idiot Karkaroff!

Damn, damn, damn!

The trembling Death Eaters didn't see their Lord's expression at this moment.That person's eyes were already red as if they could bleed, and the tyranny and bloodthirsty brewing inside were churning and stirring, just like the lava in the crater when it was about to erupt, it could burn everything it went.

Tom took a deep breath, looked at the Death Eater struggling to get up from the ground, and calmed down: "Go back and receive the reward."

"Yes!" Frenzy appeared on their faces that were originally afraid and panicked.

Maybe following the Lord's side will bear his cruel punishment, but there is also the pleasure of mastering power and strength that others cannot give.

Moreover, if you make a mistake, you will be punished. This is a constant rule.

Karkaroff could feel the ugly mark on his arm start to ache, with the air rushing to his heart, making him almost faint.

This feeling is different from the feeling of being punished by that person through the mark... This is... the feedback of that person's anger, and he has already felt the pain before he even used the punishment!If it was a real punishment, how hopeless would it be?

Karkaroff opened his eyes in vain, writhing almost in pain.The pain on the imprint may not be that strong, but the mental torture may not necessarily be bearable by a heroic adult.

He couldn't restrain his fear of that person, and the speculation in his mind about how that person would punish him was rolling in his mind, making him feel sick and afraid again and again.

"What's wrong with you?" The German Auror stepped forward quickly. His task was to be responsible for the prisoner's safety, not to mention there were instructions from above that this person should be released completely.If he is allowed to die by his own hands, that is his responsibility.

Karkaroff struggled, his hand pinned to the chair almost breaking free from the restraints.

"Calm down!" The Auror grabbed Karkaroff's forearm, trying to press his hands against the sides of the chair.Unexpectedly, Karkaroff let out a scream, as if he had been overwhelmed by a wounded jackal.

The Auror quickly let go and looked at Harry bewildered.

"Get out of the way." Harry's heart constricted violently, strode forward, and ruthlessly ripped Karkaroff's sleeve.

Under the light, the ugly, wriggling pattern was exposed.

Harry had seen that pattern countless times.

He fled everywhere, and almost everyone who saw him opened his sleeves and pressed the pattern with his thumb hard at the first time, and then he felt a burning pain from the scar.

This pattern may be slightly different from the pattern five or sixty years later, but under the improvement of that genius, it is becoming more and more perfect, and it is also becoming more and more similar to the pattern in the future.

Skeletons, and snakes.

Behold, yet another perfect example of the proposition that "the horoscope's plans can never go wrong" choked Harry.Why?Because this is a game made by the horoscope, the rules cannot be challenged or tampered with.

It will always push the progress of history at the right time, when the time jumper is slack.

Harry felt as though all his strength had been sucked out of him.

He wanted to raise his hand and press it hard on the pattern to summon Tom to confront him face to face, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, let alone deal with the child.No, he is no longer a child.

He has grown up...

"What is this?" The Auror wanted to touch it curiously.

"No!!" Karkaroff screamed, struggling.

"Stop, if you don't want to die," Harry warned.

Harry sat down in a chair, wrapped his head in Alves' clothes, and tried to clear his head.

"Your task is just to find his weakness." Hermione said this in his ear, Ron said this in his ear, Ginny also said this in his ear, and Neville, Luna, Zhang Qiu...everyone said that, his voice was like a fly, entangled in his ears, no matter how hard he shook it, he couldn't get rid of it...

Like hypnosis.He began to waver gradually, his faith collapsed, and he was beyond redemption.

Yeah, he's just trying to find his weakness...

Why go to great lengths to make him change?Why the heart-piercing pain of disappointment and deceit?

"Harry, is it worth it for you to do this?" someone asked him.

Harry buried his head in his clothes, and the breath from his nostrils sprayed on the soft down. The oxygen was gradually depleted, making him a little suffocated.

For the first time, he began to feel, as if... a little worthless.

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Thank you girl for mine =3=

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☆, September 1945, 1

Harry sat at the table, holding a postcard in his hand, and chuckled.

"Harry..." Jon didn't know why he suddenly collapsed, let alone how to comfort him.

"I'm fine, Jon." Harry didn't look up, just looked at the postcard in his hand, as if admiring some expensive artwork.

Jon knew who it was from.

Sitting not far away, Jon could clearly see the signature on the corner of the postcard——Tom Riddle with his sharp eyesight.

"... Tom went on a trip?" Jon finally found a topic, trying to divert Harry's tense attention a little.

Harry smiled: "Yeah, travel."

He could answer so calmly.

The postcard was pinched by him, his thumb and forefinger pressed together tightly, and the cardboard had already been pressed into tiny creases.

This postcard seems to have been written two days ago. The owl probably flew to Hogwarts and then returned to Germany, so it was only two days late.

Harry chewed every word on the postcard carefully, with a burst of bitterness and pungentness.

"Harry, I have arrived in the Black Forest, which is a very suitable place to collect potion ingredients. Well... I can only say that the Black Forest cake is too sweet, and Kaisa likes it very much." Aisha is the name of the girl who walked with him .

If it was so vivid, if he saw it two days ago, he would definitely smile.And two days later, it clearly showed his stupidity.

He thought he was swimming with girls talking and laughing, but he put on Voldemort's robe, chasing the desire for power and strength?

Don't kid yourself, Harry Potter.he said to himself.

Tom Riddle is Voldemort.

From beginning to end, they would have been the same person!

"Jon, I'm sorry I can't finish this quest. I want to go back first..." This was the first time Harry gave up on a quest he had already taken.

Sorry, he can't complete the task he originally envisioned.This was the first time that Harry had the idea of ​​giving up this mission that he had insisted on for 14 years.

You may want to grab his shoulder and shake it desperately, asking him viciously: Aren't you a Gryffindor?Aren't you the best at seeing things optimistically?Are you not a persistent and fearless knight?

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