There are many kinds of people in the world, and one of them likes to base their happiness on the pain of others, with the desire not to say, but it is clear that Zhu Kunming is such a person.

Zhu Kunming has been walking through the endless movie world, he is not tall, not handsome, indifferent, and has no humanity at all. He is not a decent man, or rather not a good man.

From the ups and downs when he first entered the movie, to the fearlessness now, Zhu Kunming has learned a lot in the movie, because every movie revolves around an unavoidable topic, that is, everything competes, and the winner survives.

"Please, beg me to forgive you! Blake, I want to hear your plea. Zhu Kunming stopped the heart mantra in his hand and stood in a deserted field, smiling sickly, beside him was a scarecrow with a straw hat, gently swaying in the wind.

"Kill me, kill me...."Blake's pupils dilated, and he just lay on the cold ground, his face sallow.

"Kill you!" Zhu Kunming shook his head, because if he killed himself for so long, wouldn't he be busy in vain, and the Order of the Phoenix would not be able to enter without anyone's leadership, even if he used the Enchanted Heart Charm to control the members of the Order of the Phoenix, otherwise the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix would not have been hidden in the shadows, and even Voldemort, who had been fighting against Dumbledore, would not be able to find it.

"You dead duck, I didn't expect your mouth to be quite hard!" Zhu Kunming looked at Blake in front of him, because he hadn't seen such a principled person for a long time, when was the last time he met such a person! It seems to be the swordsman named Yan Chixia!

Zhu Kunming thought about it, and a sharp pain interrupted his thoughts. This pain came from Zhu Kunming's head, and the bursts of tearing made him take two steps back, hold the scarecrow on the side with his hand, and continue to breathe deeply.

Zhu Kunming's expression was distorted, there was a clicking sound around him, and cracks in the space appeared around him from time to time, slowly disappearing. The scene was full of weirdness, like a person looking at himself in a cracked mirror.

"How does that feel? I think you're cool! A smile appeared on Blake's sallow face, although he didn't know what happened to Zhu Kunming, but he felt in a good mood.

"yes, such a good feeling, let's share it!"

Zhu Kunming raised his hand tremblingly and pointed slowly at Blake; "Soul Chains!"

The soul chain is a strange kind of magic, because this magic was invented by Zhu Kunming himself, and the purpose of inventing it is to connect other people's souls with his own souls, so as to share the pain he has suffered. But this method did not work, although the other party would suffer the same pain as himself, but Zhu Kunming found that his pain was still not alleviated.

As the pain of the soul chains was shared, Blake felt only more pain than being cursed by the Heart, a pain that came from the soul and was stronger than the torture of the body.

"I've finally found you! Don't know? I don't know who invented the Phantom Movement Magic, but I want to say that it's pretty bad! Just when Zhu Kunming and the two were sharing pain, Dumbledore, wearing a purple robe with dots depicted on it, appeared in front of Zhu Kunming's eyes.

"Old friend, you don't look very good!" Dumbledore glanced at Blake on the ground and said with a smile at Zhu Kunming.

Zhu Kunming looked at the arriving Dumbledore, with a hideous smile on his face, and said intermittently; "There are too many fools in this world, and so many make me sad!"

Dumbledore nodded, a little puzzled; "I heard Harry say you're going to the Order of the Phoenix! I'm curious why you didn't come to me, but to such an unqualified partner as Sirius! ”

"I can't wait for Dumbledore, it's overwhelming, I don't know how long I can last!" Zhu Kunming severed the soul connection with Black, endured the pain, and slowly walked towards Dumbledore's side.

"I'll give you a ride, you must know that the owner of the Order of the Phoenix, strictly speaking it is me!" Dumbledore said, holding out his hand to Zhu Kunming.

Zhu Kunming glanced at Black, who had passed out, and without hesitation, he gently put his hand on Dumbledore's arm. As he said, whether it is the heart or the body, Zhu Kunming can't hold on.

With the contact between Zhu Kunming and Dumbledore, the bodies of the two suddenly twisted, and when Zhu Kunming opened his eyes again, he had already come to the front of the two four-story buildings connected to each other.

I don't know what age these two buildings are, but the faded walls and dilapidated doors and windows on them give people a sense of decay. And the strangest thing is that the two buildings connected together, the one on the left is called Grimmauld Eleven, and the one on the right is called Grimmauld Thirteen. Looking at the building number that doesn't match the horse's mouth, anyone who thinks about it will wonder where the twelfth building went.

Actually, it wasn't the staff's carelessness, because Grimmauld XII had been hidden by magic. I saw Dumbledore standing on the street in front of the small building, clapping his hands lightly at the small building in front of him.

"Bang bang...."The streets at midnight were quiet, and with Dumbledore's clapping, the two buildings of Eleven and Thirteen trembled, and the walls connected to each other slowly receded to both sides, and a floor with Grimmauld XII written on it slowly appeared in front of the two of them at the same time as the two buildings receded.

"Magic is amazing, it can do a lot of things we imagined!" Dumbledore looked at the small building in front of him, smiled at Zhu Kunming, and said; "It's been decades since the Order of the Phoenix was founded, and you're the first person to see this building without being a member of the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Yes! Should I pretend to be surprised! Zhu Kunming glanced at Dumbledore beside him, and then walked towards Xiaolou without saying a word, because he had a feeling that what he wanted was here.

The passage in the small building is very narrow, and there is only a gap of more than one meter on both sides that can only be passed by a single person. On both sides of the passage are hanging portraits, all of which are black and white, one of which bears the name of James Potter.

Seeing Zhu Kunming's gaze sweeping over the portraits on both sides, Dumbledore said with some sadness; "The portraits on both sides are members of our Order of the Phoenix, but they are no more, some of them died in the fight against Voldemort, and some of them died elsewhere. In order to commemorate them, the Order of the Phoenix has hung their portraits on the wall, so that everyone has a chance to remember! ”

(End of chapter)