Harry stood silently beside the suitcase, staring at the skin that was noticeably less wrinkled than Kreacher's. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Roger shoved a knife into his hand: "Come on, do what you have to do." ”

Harry's hand clutching the knife exploded because of the force... Clearly, he was still struggling inside.

Roger's tone was not serious, and his voice was like a whisper, but it was full of demagogy: "Do you think it just kills you?

Oh, maybe they damn it... Who made them stand on the opposite side of the Dark Lord?right?War~ If you don't kill me, I'll kill you......

And how many of them were used by the Death Eaters to kill people for fun and to make corpses? How many innocent people were sentenced to death if you let this little thing live? Ha! Just because of that ridiculous and cheap mercy...

If you don't kill it, will you feel guilty for the killing it causes? Will you blame yourself for it? Regret not killing the source at this moment?

To kill one person is to save thousands. ”

"Shut up!! Harry shoved Roger away from the shattered thoughts in his ear and raised the knife in the air...... But it couldn't fall for a long time.

After a long time, when Roger felt that Harry's arm should be sore... Tossed the knife aside: "No! I can't do it......"

The little savior sat down on the ground like an ungasped ball.

The boy didn't give up so easily, and still stood next to him and put pressure on him: "You know, Harry, whether you like it or not, you're already a savior, and that can't be changed after Voldemort has engraved the scar of lightning on your head."

Whether you want to or not, you're going to be forced to lead the pack against Voldemort, and maybe one day, it's Hermione, Hagrid, Neville, or some other friend who will die at his hands, and you have to think about more than just kindness, kindness......"

"No... I can't... I can't do it......" Harry's voice even cried, he was only a twelve-year-old boy this year, and the most daring thing he had done before coming to Hogwarts was to scare his cousin Dudley with a snake...... Or unintentionally.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Roger leaned his ear over with a smile, but before Harry could reply, he yelled, "Then do you have to say this in the face of Voldemort!?ah?What about your courage?What about your determination to thwart Voldemort's plan last year?Did you get eaten by a dog!?"

After yelling, the boy pulled out a bottle of vodka from his box and handed it to Harry, resuming his previous whisper: "Come, take a few sips......"

The little savior didn't move, and Roger flicked the wine stopper away, bent down to pick up the dagger, and shoved it into Harry's hand.

And put it behind his ear, and kept repeating: "Don't be afraid... Kill it... Kill it... Kill it, kill ......"

"Ah!!h

The faint sound of entering the flesh sounded, the crimson blood splashed everywhere, and the elf's fainted body twitched irrepressibly, and there was no other reaction.

The savior gasped heavily, fine beads of sweat erupted on his forehead, and he kept the knife stabbing in a daze.

"Good.boy~" Roger grinned to the limit, patted Harry on the shoulder, and helped him to the bed and sat down.

It wasn't fatal, but it didn't matter, Harry thought it was enough for him to kill it......

Roger pulls out his wand, chops the living house-elves into minced meat, and "cleans them up".

The blood, shredded flesh, and glass shards were all cleaned up, and Harry's mess of clothes and miscellaneous items was stuffed back into his suitcase.

Nowhere else does it show that this was once a crime scene.

During Roger's busy time, Harry had been sitting on the bed without any movement, except for being in a daze.

The sequelae of homicide, ordinary people will experience this problem for the first time.

Roger took out all the remaining eight or nine bottles of spirits of various brands, opened two and handed one to Harry.

The bottles collided with each other, and Roger didn't say anything, just raised his head and drank.

Harry looked at the wine in his hand and tilted his head as well.

The 60-degree whiskey doesn't even need to be ventilated, and it is directly drunk dry like beer.

The little savior began to sit unsteadily, and Roger found the cup and began to take his time.

What should I do if the psychological pressure is too great? Venting! Bang bang or drink, these two methods are very simple, rude, and effective.

After pouring two glasses, Harry drank them all without saying a word, and took Roger's cup and drank it down.

The boy didn't stop him, and poured him again with a smile: "Did I tell you, the definition of madness?"

But he didn't expect little Harry to answer him now, so Roger said to himself, "Crazy, it's just doing the same stupid thing over and over again, over and over again, expecting a damn change... Shit change, that's crazy!

The first time I heard it from someone else, I thought he was fooling me, so I shot him out.

Now, do you feel it?

Change doesn't mean it's good or bad, but it does mean 'different'.

But that doesn't mean I'm a madman..."

Little Harry couldn't remember anything else under the influence of alcohol, but he could hear the dirty words in Roger's words.

"******" a bunch of muffled words burst out of his mouth and kept repeating, the cup in his hand was no longer clutched, and the wine was spilled all over the bed.

Roger chuckled twice and pulled the cup away, then shoved Harry back from the covers.

Everything begins with one.

One can defend oneself on any ground, but once there is a first time - it will be repeated over and over again.

And it will become more and more unscrupulous, and the line between right and wrong will begin to blur.

Dobby, the house-elf, was also Harry's first great choice, hurting multiple times, hostile factions, low-status, humanoids but not human......

The psychological burden caused is not too great, but it is also a sapient being, and there is a lot more psychological breakthrough than killing a Flober caterpillar.

Besides... Don't kill people? Is this still the original children's book? Aunt Rowling, in order not to teach bad little pot friends, racked her brains to give the savior how lucky she was.

And today is a not-so-bad start, and it is estimated that he can also become an indiscriminate murderer in the future.

Congratulations, congratulations.