Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 124 How to Become Bree’s Friend

Under the strong blood magic that filled the secret room, Tom enjoyed feeling Bree's breath blending with his, and even their souls were intertwined.

"Look, this is true family love. Even my child's soul is with me. This is incomparable to those dirty things!"

Tom clenched his fists as he recalled his life with disgust.

But he soon let go and left the secret room reluctantly. He had stayed long enough, and staying any longer was just a waste of precious time. Moreover, it was not the time to drive the basilisk, and his soul had not solidified yet. There is an Arnold who doesn't know where he comes from outside who can control the basilisk. He must solve his own troubles before he can recognize his precious son, otherwise it will bring danger.

"Fizz!"

Kill the wizard who comes to see you next time, regardless of whether he has Slytherin blood or not. I don't think there is a more pure descendant of Slytherin than me!
The basilisk heard Tom's voice, felt the control of the snake language and blood, and responded immediately.

"Hiss..." Yes...

……

The next day, Azar walked to the Slytherin table in a daze. He felt that he had not slept well recently.

"Could it be that someone secretly cast a curse on me!"

Azar stood up with a roar, and the little snakes around him ignored him. This guy was too thick-skinned. Being an enemy of him was an insult. Let him disgust the savior.

At this time, Harry and Ron had just come to have dinner when they saw the startled Azar. They looked at each other and were ready to face Azar's entanglement, but Azar seemed to be stunned. Staring at the stairs blankly.

"What's up with him?"

Ron whispered to Harry: "Isn't it because there are some novel ideas? I said we should accept him. This person can disgust Slytherin, instead of hanging him like this and making him sick." us."

Ron was very helpless, and Harry just refused to be friends with Azar. In fact, Azar had given away a lot of good things to buy Ron a good word, such as a precious set of wizard chess, which was a limited edition.

Ron thought: How could such a Slytherin be a bad wizard? He must be a Gryffindor who was delayed by the Sorting Hat!

Ron didn't get a response from Harry for a long time, so he looked back in confusion.

"Oude, are you okay?"

Harry looked worriedly at the dark circles under Bree's eyes as she walked down the stairs.

Bri had been busy for too long last night, and Bri wasn't in the habit of using the radiant charm. He just washed his face in a hurry and went downstairs to eat.

He was starving now, and last night he had underestimated the energy consumed by mental activity.

Hermione and Draco, who were sitting in the hall having breakfast early, also noticed Bree's state and both stood up and walked towards Bree, but...

Azar looked worried and said angrily: "You should take care of yourself, dear... ahem, Oded!"

Before Bree could answer, Draco came over and pushed Azar away with a look of disgust.

"Go away and worry about yourself."

Draco looked at Bree unhappily and said, "Are we, Mr. Old, going to be thieves?"

Then he whispered worriedly: "What did you do last night? I thought you would calm down and sleep in the Slytherin dormitory for a few days after making a big noise in the Black Lake."

Hermione gave Draco a helpless look. What Bree did has nothing to do with him. She moved closer and said to Bree, "I'm going to ask you out at noon, Bree."

In fact, Hermione was also interested in what Bree did in the Black Lake before, but she didn't see Bree all day yesterday, so she didn't have a chance to ask.

Faced with Hermione and Draco's worries, Bree rubbed her still confused head.

"I read a little late last night and I'm very hungry now. Don't stop me. I'll tell you when I'm full."

Bree walked past them and glanced at Azar strangely. He felt that this guy's eyes were strange and strangely familiar, just like when Betty was in the orphanage and looked at him angrily when he got up in the middle of the night. Looking for something to eat, the expression on his face when he is too full and unable to sleep.

Angry, helpless and worried.

But this is Azar, a boy who is one year younger than him!

Bree, who had goosebumps, sat at the dining table, feeling even hungrier. Maybe she could eat some chicken stew with potatoes today.

On the other side, Draco snorted at Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Azhar, and then walked back to his seat to cut his favorite green apple pie for Brie.

Harry looked at the probing Ron awkwardly, and Ron said to him dissatisfied: "What are you worried about Oded? He rejected your friendship at the beginning. Have you forgotten? We just had a relationship with Mal because of him a few days ago. Fu had a fight, the smell of those slugs...yuck, I suddenly don't want to eat breakfast."

Harry's face became indescribable when he heard the slug.

But he didn't blame Bree, it was Malfoy's fault, and... Ron also had it. Because of Ron's "Mudblood", although Hermione did not alienate herself, she didn't pay much attention to Ron.

Harry sighed in his heart. He actually had another reason to worry about Bree, because... he also wanted to join the Guardian Odd Club and become Bree's friend, but he didn't dare to go to Hermione to apply, and as a key target , but Hannah made a very difficult condition.

He must make a big contribution by joining the Guardian Ode Club, and that is to dig out a big secret about Bree and share it with her.

It was so difficult that Harry even wanted to give up.

Harry, who was pulled back to his seat by Hermione, had been depressed all morning.

"Hermione, why can you be friends with Oded?"

Hermione was stunned while eating. She thought about it carefully for a while, then blushed and said, "I don't know, but I understand that only by treating each other sincerely can we become his friend."

"this is very simple."

It's...very simple.

Harry was suddenly stunned. Why would he want to be Bree's friend?

I still remember that when he was in first grade, he didn't have such a strong will, or not before the Academy Cup.

And after the Academy Cup...he took the initiative to find Dumbledore and asked why Dumbledore treated him so special, and even gave him extra points unfairly. of confidence?

Dumbledore told him something about his parents.

……

"Harry, I'm sorry, I just think you should have this responsibility. I didn't want to tell you so early, but I don't want you to doubt my intentions. I'm all for you and Voldemort..."

"Voldemort!"

Harry was shocked by Dumbledore's words at that time, but Dumbledore's next words silenced Harry.

"Yes, it was Voldemort who killed your parents, and the power to kill Voldemort remains in your body. That was left to you by your parents."

Dumbledore touched Harry's messy hair, which was stunned, and sighed: "This is a fate you cannot escape. Maybe you don't want to bear it. If that's the case, I can..."

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"I think...I do."

Harry lowered his arms. He stared at Dumbledore blankly and said, "What should I do? You don't have to hide it from me. I can do anything for revenge."

"I want to kill Voldemort!"

Harry clenched his fists, but soon the scar on his forehead was in great pain, but he gritted his teeth tightly and refused to moan even though his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

Until Dumbledore sighed and said: "I don't know either, I only know that you can kill him."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, he stared into Harry's eyes and said: "You just need to be a little wizard in Hogwarts now. You can kill in a prophecy. Prophecy is powerful magic. I don't care about that." Keep the trust.”

"We just have to wait for the opportunity and keep ourselves safe."

Harry, who thought for a moment, stared at Dumbledore seriously, and finally said: "I can trust you, right?"

"Of course, any little wizard can think of me. I am worthy of your trust."

After saying that, Dumbledore handed Harry's parents' picture album to him. Looking at the young men and women on it and the baby in his arms, Harry shed tears.

What a heartwarming scene, but destroyed by Voldemort!

……

During the conversation with Dumbledore, they did not mention Bree, but what Harry kept thinking about afterwards was Oded's figure defending his justice, and he could not forget Bree's firm look when he confronted Dumbledore.

"I admire you a lot, Ode. You lived so hard in Slytherin, but you lived so firmly. You pushed through difficulties one by one, but I was still worried about the future."

Harry whispered: "Can you help me? You will help me after we become friends, right, just like you helped me kill Voldemort again in front of the Mirror of Erised."

Unsure, Harry decided to give it a try no matter what the result was. Dumbledore aroused his hatred but asked him to wait. This was absolutely not allowed and he had to do something!
On the other side, Azar sneered at Draco who was chattering next to Bree, and then recorded the number of times Bree had eaten each food.

But he quickly twitched the corner of his mouth, because Brie accepted everyone and liked to eat everything.

Bree kept her mouth shut at the dining table, grinding her lips like a greedy little white rabbit.

It is more similar if it is paired with red eyes.

Thinking of this, a look of endearment flashed across Azar's eyes, but then his expression changed, and he immediately stood up and ran out of the hall.

"hateful!"

Azar, no, it should be Tom. He knelt down in the utility room with a distorted complexion, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were filled with hideous bloodshot eyes.

He held the diary tightly with both hands, constantly drawing soul power from it to suppress the soul that Azar wanted to wake up.

How could Tom get what he wanted? Just going out to see Bree at night was no longer enough for him. He wanted to see Bree all day long.

"Wow…"

Tom spat out a mouthful of blood, but he laughed strangely.

"Little guy, you are too weak, haha!"

Suppressing Azar's soul, the black air in the diary became weaker, Tom's face changed, and he said gloomyly: "We still have to capture Ginny Weasley's soul, and suppress Azar's soul to let I wasted a lot of energy."

After speaking, Azar waved his hand and cleaned up the blood at the corners of his mouth and on the ground.

"My dear little Brie, wait for me..."

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