Hermione stared blankly at Ning'an, he had never known that the resurrection of Voldemort, the great catastrophe of Harry, could be such a complex story involving such wonderful magic.

"Yes...... But why don't you just kill him," Hermione froze, quickly reacting to herself, "I mean, Fu ...... The Earth Demon was so weak at the beginning, maybe he could-"

"His own life-reeling spell didn't even kill him." Ning An looked directly at Hermione, his eyes revealing a clear calmness, "Voldemort is not so easy to kill, Jane, otherwise Dumbledore would not see him as a terrible wizard who could turn this peaceful world upside down." ”

Hermione's face flushed and she leaned her legs back, how long had it been since she had heard Ning An call her Jane? Her heart couldn't help but beat, so that she heard everything she said later.

"Except about Voldemort—"

Ning An waved his hand, "That's it, let's not talk about him first-"

Hermione's two thick eyebrows were twisted together, and she had a premonition that Ning An was going to say something more difficult for her to accept, she knew that this smart boy would tell him what was easier to accept first.

"Maybe you'll see a few acquaintances this time......" Ning An stood up, walked over the soft cushion in front of Hermione, and walked towards the slightly burning fire.

"I hope you won't be too surprised." He added some firewood to the fireplace to make it burn brighter, and the deer cart had already flown away from London, surprisingly fast, and looking out of the window, although it was still dark, you could faintly see the icy waves of the North Sea, rippling as they tossed.

"Acquaintances?" Hermione's brow narrowed in, and she began to recall the "acquaintances" she and Ning An had known together.

"Well, the news from the other day,"

Out of nowhere, Ning An took a pack of instant coffee from the fireplace, which was a drink he had specially stored in the carriage before leaving, and tried to reach into the edge of the fireplace, and from the corner of the brick wall, he took down a silver kettle, which contained steaming boiling water.

"I think you've seen it too," he said, brewing two cups of fragrant coffee, holding the handle of the teacup, and walking back.

Crookshan seemed to smell the aroma of coffee, stood up from Hermione's voice, and let out a "meow-" cry, round eyes, staring at the boss, embedded in the flat face and looking at Ning An, thick and long ginger tail, swinging back and forth like a windshield wiper, Ning An looked at its greed, and almost snorted out of joy.

"News reports?" Hermione's mind immediately flashed a fragment, and she blurted out almost subconsciously, "Azkaban? ”

Tengdi stood up from the soft cushion, startling Crookshan who was sitting next to him, and even Ning An was frightened, he handed over the cup, Hermione hesitated for a moment, and slowly took it, but instead of drinking, she looked at Ning An worriedly.

She reluctantly accepted the reason for helping Voldemort resurrect just now, if the Azkaban prison escape incident not long ago was also related to Ning An, she really needed a reasonable explanation, a very reasonable explanation.

Seeing the serious expression in Hermione's eyes, Ning An was not in the mood to drink coffee, he waved his wand, and the coffee flew from his hand to the window eaves, quietly steaming, Crookshan immediately turned to the windowsill, carefully measuring the distance between himself and the eaves.

"That's it - I planned the Azkaban incident, but there was a little accident, and I just wanted to save Samantha and Walter."

"You mean you broke through Azkaban?" Hermione held her head in an incomprehensible expression, "But the Ministry of Magic says that the Death Eaters' escape was caused by the Dementors' negligence......"

"I advise you not to believe Fudge's words, not even a letter." Ning Annu chin and, seeing that Hermione was still quite sane, hurriedly continued:

"The Death Eaters' escape was an accident, and I didn't want to let them go," he shrugged again and laughed, "but Voldemort has returned, and I believe he could have brought the Dementors over and guarded Azkaban with the Dementors, which would have been the equivalent of never being defended for Voldemort." ”

"But you did ......," Hermione shook her head, "why do you do this?" They used the Unforgivable Spell to get locked in...... Unforgivable curses......"

"I'll use it too." Ning An straightened his face, this time without any smile, and looked at Hermione honestly and seriously

"And I've used it more than once, three spells, almost all of them—"

"That's enough—" Hermione seemed to have trouble listening, she looked at Ning An in shock and anger, and shouted:

"Why, why are you talking to me about this? Why didn't you say before that you are good at manipulating others with the Unforgivable Curse...... Torturing others...... Kill ......"

In the end, she really said that she was not trivial, she just kept raising her hands and pressing /ya again, as if trying to bring her mood back to calm, but it obviously had no effect, Crookshan's attention was attracted back by Hermione, gave up the coffee on the windowsill, exploded the hair, and made a fierce gesture towards Ning An and bared his teeth, as if he knew that this was the culprit who angered his master.

"Is there any essential difference between killing with other evil spells and killing with the Requisition Curse, that those wizards who bully and oppress others through power and so-called bloodline are more noble than the users of the Imperius Curse? Was the abuse of a Muggle-born wizard in Slytherin more painful than the Dashing Charm? ”

Ning An took a step forward and said without flinching: "The Ministry of Magic formulates these laws, but look at what they are doing?" Voldemort returned, but they refused to confirm it for the power in their hands - if the Dark Lord used the Unforgivable Curse to kill people and rule the world, then the Ministry of Magic's ministry/zhang, deputy department/zhang, these people are all accomplices. ”

He took two more steps forward, only half a step away from Hermione, and could even hear the other party's exhalation, Ning An said very contagiously:

"Cornelius? Fudge doesn't use the Unforgivable Curse, but his stupidity is ten million times more terrible than the Unforgivable Curse, there is no good or evil in the Curse, and it is the people who use magic to distinguish between good and evil. ”

"How can you make me say it, admit that you're a good person, Ning'an—" Hermione looked at the boy in front of her with a complicated look, she had imagined such a moment, when she really came into contact with the reality that she didn't dare to think about before, and didn't want to think about it.

However, the strange thing is that she is actually very calm inside, and she may have imagined this kind of scene for herself countless times, so she can still maintain her sanity in her heart despite the superficial excitement.

"I protect my companions, I protect my family, see—" he pointed to the carriage, "I shelter them, and in this dangerous time, that is enough." ”

"Snake letter ......," Hermione muttered, wiping the ring on her finger helplessly.

"It's—" Ning An's expression softened, he got closer, his nose almost touching Hermione's forehead,

"I'm not a good guy like Dumbledore, and we can't even say that Dumbledore is necessarily a good guy - maybe he's made mistakes we don't know about."

"Dumbledore is at the heart of the resistance to Voldemort, and he is the man Voldemort fears the most."

"I know," Ning An nodded, revealing a clear expression, "but do you know that he contacted me not long ago?" I'm sure Dumbledore would have liked to believe that I had done something very out of the ordinary, but at a time like this, at such a critical moment, he still thinks I'm worth wooing, do you understand what that means? ”

Hermione didn't speak, he knew Ning An must have something to say.

"Have you heard of Newmengard Prison?"

"A cold, gloomy, uninhabited tower." Hermione remembered reading about it in The 50 Scariest Places in the World.

"Yes, above the entrance there, there is engraved a phrase from the most terrible dark wizard ever, Grindelwald." Ning An laughed, with an inscrutable playfulness in his smile.

"For the greater good—" he said.

"For the greater good......" Hermione murmured.

"For Dumbledore, defeating Voldemort and maintaining the peaceful world he and his companions have built is the greater good, and for Voldemort, destroying the order and establishing his own reign of terror is the greater good."

Hermione looked at Ning An, she wanted to angrily denounce this as all crooked, Dumbledore is righteous, Voldemort is evil, this is a matter of no doubt, why should it be involved in interests, but she still couldn't help asking

"What is your 'great interest'?"

"I said it," Ning An looked at her with a smile, picked up the teacup again, held it in his hand, the coffee was no longer so hot, he took a sip, and said:

"Snake letter, my friends, my family, these are my great interests, and of course - including you." Ning An reached out and stroked the end of Hermione's hair, where a few strands of hair came.

Hermione's shoulders trembled visibly, she tilted her head slightly, but she didn't stop Ning An after all, she didn't know why, she should have opened Ning An's hand, let him stop the carriage here, and then take his bags and Crook Hill home.

"Samantha, there's nothing wrong with them, if you've lived in Slytherin, you'll understand how rude they've been......"

"But ......"

Hermione glared at Ning An, her expression became serious, she believed that Ning An understood that the question discussed between the two was no longer whether Samantha and Walter were really guilty, it was a matter for the Ministry of Magic, and about this kind of debate, she had never been Ning An's opponent, his crooked reasoning may not be useful to others, but he would always believe it without arguing.

"You know, use that spell a lot-"

Hermione's voice trembled, and although her eyes were always slightly red, she calmly did not leave a single tear from beginning to end, perhaps she had already deduced this situation countless times in her mind.

"It will cause deep damage to your soul—" she finally stated her worst fear, which is also a common problem with the use of unforgivable spells, which can accumulate little by little, affecting the user's soul.

"Yes, of course I do." Ning An nodded, he looked at Hermione seriously, and said to her:

"I must admit that after practicing the Unforgivable Spell frequently, I did change a lot, and I think you should know that during that time, I was gloomy, fierce, and even a little cruel......"

Hermione had a pained expression on her face, she thought of her second year time, and thought of Ning An's cold appearance at the opening dinner, and her heart immediately felt a pang of colic.

"But then I changed," a strange smile appeared on Ning An's face, and he reached out to stroke the end of Hermione's hair, closer enough to hold her in his arms

"Do you know why I understand the protective magic that Harry's mother gave him with love? How did I learn about this mystical magic that even Voldemort couldn't figure out? ”

Hermione saw that he was getting closer, and was still hesitating to step back a little, but the soles of her feet seemed to have roots, and she stood still and refused to leave, her head was dizzy, and she shook her head, trying to regain consciousness, but it was only for a moment, as long as she met those eyes, she would begin to fall.

"I don't know." As if giving up on herself, Hermione replied as if she had resigned herself to her fate, knowing that Ning An would explain it immediately.

Since he will always accept his explanations in full, then what more to ask, it is better to think about how to set a bottom line for himself, and he can no longer follow his persuasion endlessly, Hermione feels that she is really going to be brainwashed by Ning An.

"Because I feel the power of this magic too, it's you, Hermione—" Ning An's words made a glimmer of light in Hermione's eyes, and the two of them looked at each other, both feeling each other's hearts skipping.

"During that time, I began to slowly recover, as if I had been pulled out of a cold hell, and I began to think more calmly, to understand what I really wanted, and to become less ruthless than Voldemort."

He looked at Hermione and said bluntly, "It's you, Hermione—it's you who have repaired me and healed my soul with this magic of love that even you yourself don't even perceive." ”

Hermione looked at Ning An in surprise, she couldn't have imagined that it would be like this, she actually used the magic of love to heal Ning An, but she hadn't even chanted a spell, and she didn't even know about this magic.

As if seeing through Hermione's doubts, Ning An chuckled and said, "This is indeed very mysterious, I know, even before myself, I have never felt, touched, let alone confirmed the existence of this magic." ”

He looked at Hermione, moved closer, and finally took her into his arms again, "Thanks to you, I learned the magic of love, and although it is only a small corner, it has opened new doors for me, not to mention, you healed me, thank you, Hermione." ”

He buried his head deep in Hermione's hair, and the two of them pressed together like swans at the intersection of necks.

"That's why I'm not willing to deceive you, I'm willing to tell you all this, Hermione, whether you accept it or not, I won't let you go."

Hearing this, Hermione's heart softened involuntarily, as if she had been enchanted, and hugged Ning An regardless of it, and the two of them blended tightly together.