I’m Really An Alchemist

But these Death Eaters just glanced at Harry, and took the initiative to move out of the way, as if they wanted to let him go somewhere.

Confused, Harry headed towards the path the Death Eaters had given way.

Finally, the number of Death Eaters around him became less and less.

He saw the back at the end.

It was the figure Harry knew and depended on.

Peter Pettigrew.

"Petitstar!" Harry's eyes lit up, and his spirit to come here under the fear of force also turned from peak to depression, he staggered closer to the figure, and heard Pettigrew's flattering voice.

"Master, my mission is complete."

Harry froze abruptly, his eyes full of disbelief.

He saw Pettigrew, whom he trusted, crawling down towards someone, and Harry moved his eyes from Pettigrew up to see the noseless monster who was also looking at him with a sneer.

The scar on his forehead immediately burned.

"Voldemort...." He murmured in despair, backed up in disbelief, backed up, and bumped into someone.

Harry turned his head.

Behind him was a handsome, dark-haired youth with a wicked smile.

Seeing this man, the pain of Harry's scar on his forehead became stronger again.

Another Voldemort.

Harry clutched his forehead and ran to both sides in fear, but a few black smoke came down, blocking all his escape routes.

Voldemort

Voldemort Harry Voldemort

Voldemort

Besieged by Voldemort, Harry only felt the pain the scar on his forehead had never felt before.

It's like a red-hot iron branded on his forehead.

The pain caused him to cry out involuntarily, and fell to his knees.

Harry reluctantly raised his head and reached out to Pettigrew, expecting him to come and save him, as he had always said.

"He's still reaching out to you, Peter." The No-Nose Demon said coldly, "Aren't you going to respond to Harry Potter, he's your good friend's son?"

Peter Pettigrew got up from the ground.

He turned around and looked at Harry. There was no gentleness or love on his face, only sarcasm and ridicule that could not be concealed.

"Harry." Pettigrew sighed slowly, and then burst into laughter: "You are so stupid, you don't look like James' son at all!"

Harry's outstretched hand was stiff in the icy air.

His face was full of disbelief.

"That's right." Pettigrew bent down and laughed: "The one who betrayed your parents was me!"

"It was me who pushed all these sins on Blake!"

"That guy Blake wanted to protect you, hahahaha, but just a few words and a few performances by me made you completely hate him and pushed Blake to hell, hahahaha, Harry! Why are you so cute? !"

Pettigrew laughed wildly.

Harry was completely stunned, all hope was shattered, and his eyes darkened.

The emptiness and grief in his heart surged like a tidal wave, overshadowing the pain of the scar, he struggled to get up, looked back at Hogwarts who had fallen into the sea of ​​Death Eaters, and another hopeless conjecture came to his mind.

"You understand?" Pettigrew smiled even more wanton: "It was the potion you gave Dumbledore that caused all this to happen... Are you still thinking that potion works for ten minutes? ?"

"It was already replaced by me!"

Pettigrew lowered his head and looked at Harry sarcastically: "The effect of that potion is three full days! Guess what Dumbledore will be like when he wakes up in three days... Oh no, he can survive. three days?"

Extreme despair and extreme remorse engulfed Harry Potter's heart.

He was like a mad cub, roaring and roaring at Pettigrew, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

Facing the crazy little savior.

Pettigrew just pulled out his wand and slapped Harry Potter on the ground with a flick of the ball.

"Look, what can you do?"

Pettigrew sneered.

Voldemort smiled.

Harry struggled to get up, the phoenix core wand in his hand suddenly emitted a faint light, and suddenly, the light surged, and an illusory figure appeared, it was a man and a woman.

A couple.

Those were the parents Harry had only seen in pictures.

After this couple appeared, all Voldemorts focused their eyes on the phantom, and they knew that this was the ancient protective magic that Harry was attached to - the power generated by love.

"Harry, get up!"

James Potter said painfully to Harry, "Stand up, Harry!"

Lily Potter burst into tears.

Their figures distorted, and with a crackle, they disappeared out of thin air.

Harry raised his head absentmindedly, even if the phantoms of his parents appeared, it didn't make his eyes glow, like a walking corpse.

"Love and hate are the two sides of eternity." The No-Nose Demon chuckled as he watched the protective magic dissipate, "Harry Potter, you push the people you love away, and you are full of those who love you. hatred."

"This is the only way to decipher blood magic."

He slowly drew out his wand and said with emotion.

"The only thing that can make love come to an end is hatred, hatred for oneself, hatred for relatives, hatred for enemies."

PS: Thanks to the blade of the ghost of the end

Eight thousand to send

It's been a long time since I wrote 8,000 words.

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Chapter 443 Chapter 84: The Third Dark Lord

Clouds cover the full moon.

The interlaced rays of magic spell become the only light source between heaven and earth.

Blake ran out of the brightly lit castle, and looked at the melee outside the castle in a daze. Nearly endless werewolves and vampires swarmed from the hazy night.

Death Eaters in different uniforms are mixed among werewolves and vampires.

Compared to non-human beings who can only fight instinctively, these Death Eater wizards are the most deadly. They are like cold snakes lurking in the dark, occasionally tentatively ejecting a spell, forcing others to rush defense.

The professors, students, and some Aurors of the Ministry of Magic who dared to resist were forced to surround the castle.

Although the students also mustered the courage to join the battlefield.

But in the face of a hundred times as many Death Eaters, the outcome of this battle was already doomed.

Black hesitated for a while, but he still fled into the battlefield. He couldn't turn the tide of the battle even if he stayed here. The only thing he could protect now was Harry Potter.

Thanks to the transformation of a black cat, its fur is the best protection in the dark night.

In the chaos, it was impossible for the Death Eaters to pay attention to the dark shadows that flashed by under their feet. Blake quickly walked through the gap between the Death Eaters, the crimson pendant on his chest swayed as he ran fiercely, occasionally reflecting light.

"Harry, where are you?"

Blake was desperate.

It stopped running, squatted on the ground and looked around anxiously.

But finding someone in this endless sea of ​​people is no easier than finding a needle in a haystack!

Blake was frantic.

At this moment, the crimson pendant on his chest suddenly moved and pulled in a certain direction... This kind of pulling was very slight, but Blake noticed it, he had no time to think about why the pendant moved, and moved towards The direction that the pendant was pulled ran wildly.

Pendants are like navigation.

Whenever it goes the wrong way, it pulls slightly in the other direction.

Finally, the black cat found his way forward, and there were fewer and fewer Death Eaters.

It saw the end of the road, and a pair of familiar phantoms dissipated.

James and Lily.

Blake's tawny cat pupils reflected the dissipated friend. It seemed to return to the night thirteen years ago, reliving the heart-piercing pain, but soon, Blake's attention quickly shifted to the boy. .

Harry Potter's eyes are blank, like a body with a soul removed.

"Harry!" it tried to shout, but it was only a shrill cat meow.

It saw Voldemort surrounded Harry, and at the same time drew his wand and aimed it at the boy with a heart ashes.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter."

Different Voldemorts in different tones, different intonations.

Or crazy, or gloomy, or sneer, or say this with pity.

Then, raising the wand at the same time.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The tip of the wand was condensed with a floating light symbolizing death, the most demonic curse that stole the power of death, infused with every Voldemort's deepest malice and killing intent, and five red arcs shot out, hitting the expressionless boy at the same time.

Harry Potter kneeling in the center, the godless pupil reflected the arc of death curse.

In the deepest despair, he closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

If he died, it wouldn't be so painful.

If you die, you can atone for your sins.

"Harry!!"

The boy heard screams of pain and pity.

The pitch-black and elegant Bombay cat slammed into Voldemort's encirclement frantically, exerting its agility to the extreme, and slammed Harry away just as the Death Curse Wave was ejected from the wand.

Crack!

Five arcing magic rays hit the black cat at the same time.

Harry Potter opened his eyes in disbelief, and saw the black cat that was hit by the five Avada Suspension, the black cat who was always by his side and stayed by his side when he was the saddest.

The black cat's eyes moved down, as if to engrave the boy's face in his heart forever.

Bang!

At the same time as it fell to the ground, its body suddenly changed, returning to Sirius Black.

The man was facing upwards, his eyes that could not be closed were still filled with pity and pain, staring at the sky and at Harry Potter.

"Black." Pettigrew laughed ecstatically: "Master, he is Sirius Black, hahahaha, Harry, this is the person you have always hated, even if you push him into hell, he still wants to save you!"

Voldemort frowned slightly, and they temporarily put down their wands and looked at the dumbfounded Harry Potter with malicious eyes.

"What's the use?" The young Voldemort had a frantic smile on his mouth, his eyes moved between the boy and the corpse, and his tone was pleasant: "Harry Potter, you killed the person who loved you."

"He wants to save you, but no one can save you." The young Voldemort said softly, "Next time, no one will come to save you."

Five malicious eyes fell on the boy.

The boy stared blankly at Blake, at the crimson pendant that cracked in front of Blake's chest. The originally empty heart was quickly filled with pain, hatred, and regret.

"It turns out that you have always been by my side."