"Lucius, what's wrong?" said the pale-faced young man softly. At his feet was the corpse of a giant that was twenty-five feet long.

Lucius lowered his head, "Master, I don't quite understand why I killed this group of giants, these giants should have other uses. ”

The young man shook his head and made a silent gesture, "Lucius, you are wrong, for me, the greatest value of these giants is to provide me with enough blood. ”

The young man pointed to the valley floor beneath his feet, where dozens of giants' corpses lay on the ground, and dozens of black-robed wizards were nervously collecting the giant's blood with their vessels.

"I know what you mean, but I don't want to go to war right now to take control of the wizarding world. The young man kicked the corpse of the giant at his feet, "If I can use legal means to ascend peacefully, why do I have to do a bloody storm?"

He bared a mouthful of defeated teeth and smiled at Lucius, "The Giants, a failed race, should have been eliminated a long time ago. ”

"Giants used to be the great enemies of ancient wizards, but the giants at that time were not as stupid as they are now, they had great power, they belonged to the strongest sequence of the ancestors, and they were children of nature. The ancient wizards defeated the giants and used a special means to seize the giants' talents, so it is really strange that the wizards can tolerate them for so long except for the race with greater strength and thicker skin, and even the wisdom is about to be completely lost. ”

"But thank you for not slaughtering the last of these giants, I hope that the blood of these giants can purify a drop or two of ancient giant blood. The young man seemed a little pleased, "With this, I have no fear of anyone, not even the fully restored Dark Lord, the other me." ”

Sweat was oozing from Lucius's forehead, he hadn't figured out the temperament of the young demon king in front of him until now, and it was not a good thing to know too many secrets. Don't look at the fact that they are still talking happily now, it is not impossible for the young demon king to take his life with a spell. Before starting to eradicate this giant tribe, the young demon king spent half a month to reduce the hostility of the giants, and then launched a surprise attack at night to kill all the giants.

"Don't be so nervous, Lucius, I'm not going to kill you. The young man seemed to see through Lucius's thoughts at a glance, "I was expecting you to fix Dumbledore's old dog, and it was so unexpected that you would have the audacity to make a ceasefire agreement with the other one, don't you think?" Lucius?"

Lucius wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Yes, master. ”

"That's why I had to come out and hide for a while, I don't believe it, I don't show up, they can still be safe with each other......"

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Gryffindor's Quidditch team suffered their first heavy defeat - they lost to Slytherin by a big margin, and new goalkeeper Ron was beaten to the brink by Slytherin's chasers, much to Harry Potter's frustration when they lost to Slytherin despite Harry Potter catching the Snitch in the end. He didn't say anything when he got back to his bedroom, and fell asleep in a sullen mood.

Harry felt his body become soft, powerful, and nimble, as he glided through the shiny metal fence over the dark, cold stones. He was pressed against the ground. Glide with your belly. It was dimly lit, but he could see the light of the objects around him, some strange, vivid colors. He turned his head and looked. The hallway is empty. No, there was a man sitting on the ground with his head hanging over his chest. His silhouette flickered in the dimness.

Harry stuck out his tongue, and he tasted the man's scent—he was alive, but he was dozing. Sitting in front of the door at the end of the hallway, Harry longed to bite the man, but he had to resist the urge to resist it, he had more important things to do. But the man woke up, and he jumped, and a silver cloak slipped from his lap, and Harry saw his bright, blurred silhouette standing in front of him, and a wand drawn from his belt. He had no choice - he erected himself and struck once, twice, three times, digging his fangs deep into the man's skin, feeling the ribs shatter between his teeth and hot blood pouring out.

The man screamed in pain, and then fell silent. He collapsed at the foot of the wall, blood splattered onto the ground. His forehead hurt so badly that it looked like it was about to explode.

"Harry!

He opened his eyes, drenched in cold sweat, and the sheets were wrapped around his body like tights. He felt like a hot tongs stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron stood in front of the bed, as if frightened, and there were several figures at the foot of the bed. He clutched his head, his eyes blackened with pain, and he rolled to the edge of the bed and threw up.

"I'm sorry, Harry, it's all my fault, my team lost, but you don't have to be angry. ”

"Don't be stupid, Ron, Harry is really sick," a frightened voice said, "are you going to call someone?"

"Harry!

Harry had to tell Ron that it was crucial. Harry inhaled heavily, propped himself up from the bed, and ordered himself not to vomit, his vision blurred in pain.

"Your dad," he said breathlessly, his chest heaving, "something happened to your dad." ”

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your father! he was bitten, very strict, and there was blood everywhere??"

"I'm going to call someone. The frightened voice said that Harry heard footsteps and ran out of the dormitory.

"Harry, buddy," Ron said, incredulously, "you're just dreaming, and I know that losing is going to hit you hard. ”

"No!" Harry said furiously, making sure Ron understood, "not a dream! this is no ordinary dream! I was there, I saw it, I did it." ”

Harry Xin saw Seamus and Dean muttering, but he couldn't care about it anymore. The sharp pain in his forehead had lessened slightly, but he was still sweating and shivering like a high fever. He vomited again, and Ron jumped backwards. "Harry, you're sick," he said uneasily, "Neville has gone to find someone. ”

"Over here, Professor. Professor McGonagall hurried into the dormitory in a tweed dressing gown, her glasses crooked on the bridge of her thin nose.

"What's wrong, Potter?"

"It's Ron's dad," Harry said, sitting up again, "he's been bitten by a snake, very strictly, I see." ”

"What, what do you see?" Professor McGonagall's dark eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know! I was sleeping, and then I got there!"

"You mean you dreamed about it?"

"No!" Harry said irritably. "It's true, it's not my fantasy, Mr. Weasley was sleeping on the ground and was bitten by a big snake, there was a lot of blood, he fell down, and he had to find out where he was. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at him through crooked glasses, as if she had seen something terrifying.

"I'm not lying, I'm not crazy!" Harry shouted, "I'll tell you, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I believe you, Potter," Professor McGonagall said crisply, "put on your dressing gown - we're going to see the Headmaster." (To be continued......)