Chapter 50: Misfortune I
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Pansy!
How did she end up here?
"Lord Dark Lord, you misunderstood, she is also pure-blood, she is from the Parkinson's family, absolutely pure-blood, she is still my girlfriend, absolutely loyal. Malfoy said hurriedly.
He gave Pansy a look, as if he wanted her to come over and swear allegiance.
Pansy just looked at them numbly.
"Oh, little Draco, you're naΓ―ve. Riddle laughed. "Your eyes are better than my basilisk's nose. β
"She's definitely a mudblood. Riddle raised his hand and it was a spell that made Malfoy's eyes crack, but he couldn't stop it, and he was slightly reassured that it wasn't green. He can only pray that the results of his training will work.
"Good performance, let's do it again!" he thought of Pansy's performance in the break room.
"Armor protection!" Hermione subconsciously blocked, completely ineffective, this spell actually only paused for a short time, and then broke through this invisible barrier again.
"See?" Riddle laughed. "Compound decoction? I have to say, even if you're a mudblood, it's good to be able to make this decoction in the second grade. β
"So you can die after receiving my praise, and you are the first of the mudbloods I have boasted of. Riddle raised his wand again, this time perhaps with a death curse.
Malfoy, who was beside him, seemed to have been under a petrification spell and could not speak, and he saw Pansy's face gradually change to Hermione's, and she stood there with a pale face, her face full of anger and despair.
All of Pansy's anomalies just now made sense.
"What about the butterfly effect?" Malfoy roared inwardly, thinking about his next steps, he had no idea how the story would go.
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"Lord Dark Lord!"
Hermione, who was hiding behind the pillar, was so frightened by this title that she almost jumped.
"Dragon's Blood" ....
Hermione thought of the dragon's blood that Malfoy had threatened them with when they were in first grade.
"My father doesn't want to believe that you're dead, he firmly believes that the Dark Lord can't die, that you are an omnipotent god, and that a body will not stop you. β
"So he chose to return to the wizarding society for the time being, to lay the groundwork for your comeback, and I think you already know from Lockhart's head that our family is very wealthy and can definitely serve you. β
"So please forgive him for his seemingly betrayal. β
"It turns out that he has always been loyal to the mysterious man, and their father and son actually resurrected the mysterious man. Hermione felt that her previous thoughts were a little ridiculous, she actually wanted to protect a little Death Eater, and even developed some strange feelings for him, and she actually felt guilty.
"But why does it hurt so much?" Hermione felt like her heart had been cut by a blunt knife, and blood was pouring out, but not immediately fatal.
"Was all Hogsmeade's day fake? Was the reminder on that note fake?" she asked herself out loud in her mind.
"Yes. She said to herself. "He must have just wanted to play with the feelings of a Muggle wizard, that's why he did this to me. β
"As for the reminder, it should be that he wants us to go and kill us in person, and we were killed by a mysterious person at the last level. "Don't underestimate anyone's brain replenishment ability, Hermione is already a little stunned now, but I have to say that her idea really makes sense when you think about it carefully.
She forced herself to calm down, she had heard so many secrets, she was going to get out of here alive, and then told Headmaster Dumbledore that as for Malfoy, she didn't want to think about it anymore, and the school could do whatever it wanted.
Poor Hermione's flower of love was planted at most, sprouted, and was unwittingly and ruthlessly uprooted by someone.
"You seem to have brought in a tail, and you're still a filthy mudblood. β.....
But now that she has been discovered, she will probably die in the next second
"Oh. Riddle laughed again and said to Malfoy, "Look at this mudblood, what is she going to do?"
Hermione grabbed a few yelling letters in her arms and spilled them into the air.
Void.
"I just praised you for being smart, why are you stupid now?", Riddle mocked, "Magic items don't work, and this anti-cheat spell invented by these teachers does work well." He praised the spell, which made Hermione's heart even colder.
"Oh, looks like you're going to turn into a rooster?" Riddle laughed even more, his hands folded around him as he watched Hermione wave his wand like a clown, not at all ready to stop.
Void.
Hermione felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, the bone-chilling cold soaking every corner of her body.
She's going to die.
"You look at you, you seem to think you're going to be all right if you get rid of the basilisk?" Riddle sneered at the corners of his mouth.
"If my faithful servant hadn't offered me dragon blood, I might have been no threat, but now it's different. Riddle looked at his hands in revelation. "Now my body is close to perfection. β
"It's more than enough to deal with you as a mudblood. He raised his wand again, as if he were tired of playing with rats, and when he felt that rats were terrified to the extreme, he felt bored, and was ready to eat them in one bite.
"Lord Dark Lord, wait. Malfoy stopped him anyway.
"Huh?" Riddle retracted his smile, frowned, and looked at Malfoy suspiciously, "You're going to intercede on behalf of this filthy mudblood?"
"No, no, no, Lord Dark Lord. Malfoy shook his head.
"I'm sorry, sir. He added, "I actually forgot about it." Malfoy pulled out a bottle from his bosom, filled with a silver liquid.
"The first battle of the resurrection of adults should not have a single flaw. Malfoy said. "It's unicorn blood, and with it, your body should be perfect, I was so excited just now that I actually forgot, I really damn it. β
"Yes. Riddle nodded. "From the perspective of vitality, this thing is more powerful than dragon blood. He was in a happier mood, and a little mistake by his hand was forgivable, wasn't it?