novelsmap Chapter 15 The Moon - Reversed
Chapter 15 The Moon - Reversed
Harry's been in a bad mood lately: he's screwed up again.
In the very beginning, his feelings for the Dark Lord were only horror and hatred.He thought that as an enemy, he would face a series of tortures, or a simple Avatar, or torment first and then Avada, he had already taken a deep breath and was ready to use a brave Gryffin To face everything with multiple identities, at least ensure that one dies with dignity.
However, in his first meeting with the Dark Lord after waking up, he had a keen sense that something was wrong.The Dark Lord seemed to have very complicated feelings for him, sometimes when he looked into his crimson eyes, he could always see very complicated emotions that he couldn't understand at all.
What made him even more horrified was that those emotions were actually biased toward kindness.
bona fide?
To an enemy who had sabotaged his resurrection plans many times?
He thought it was an illusion, although his senses had always been very sensitive.
But the facts told him that the Dark Lord really didn't intend to hurt him.All that the Dark Lord asked of him was not to run away, and he even gave him back his wand, arranged for him a Death Eater teacher, and eventually even taught him himself.
——A very charming and beautiful king, in addition to his busy career, he still spares time as much as possible to give him lectures, care about his life, prepare supplies for him, and stand upright among a bunch of vicious Death Eaters declare their protection.
There are also those intimate words, gentle touches, and caring care.
He was almost indulging in such obvious love.
But, no matter what, something is always out of place.
His emphasis on life, and the Death Eaters' indifference to life;
His almost psychological distaste for the Unforgivable Curses, and the way the Dark Lord forced him to learn them;
And... there is always in his heart, always piercing him like a thorn...
the death of his parents.
It's these incompatible things, and more, worries about the future, worries about relatives and friends, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, Headmaster Dumbledore, and all friends, relatives, those things that have been suppressed for a long time A sudden eruption, like a volcanic eruption, or a tsunami suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, and finally...
Ultimately allowing himself the reckless decision to leave.
Perhaps, after being far away, you can see more clearly?
But...but he didn't expect that Fenrir Greyback would keep staring at him, which eventually led to his failure, and to...
It has only been two months since the end of the Goblet of Fire, but his two months have been more exciting than riding a roller coaster—wait he has never been on a roller coaster, and his life has been so ups and downs, he has to get used to it .
"Harry?" Lucius called out with concern in his ear, and Harry quickly pulled back his thoughts entangled in the roller coaster - he didn't even dare to think about the factors that induced him to think of the roller coaster, it was too much for him Excited—Harry looked up, meeting the platinum noble's eyes.
The always shining and energetic nobleman put down the textbook in his hand, his voice was a little artificial hesitation."Are you okay?" he asked.
Since that day, the relationship between Harry and the Dark Lord has returned to the freezing point. The Dark Lord no longer teaches him, but throws him to his Death Eaters. The most common teacher is Lucius Malfoy. He was much more relaxed than Barty Crouch, and had more time to prepare for Harry's lessons.
"It's all right, sir," Harry said, forcibly pulling himself together and concentrating on his studies, "I was a little distracted just now, let's continue."
"You look very bad recently," Lucius did not continue teaching, he simply put the book in his hand on the desk, pretending to want to talk deeply, "I don't think your current mental state is suitable for you." study."
"You know, Master used to get mad at us a lot—of course Master is in better shape now," he said suggestively. "Perhaps, I can give you some advice?"
Harry's eyes lit up slightly, and his expression seemed to glow.Lucius was so amused that he almost laughed, and he reached out, maybe to touch Harry's head—
"Ah!" Harry flinched suddenly.
Lucius accidentally touched his left arm.
"Oh," Lucius said dryly after a silence, "I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't know..."
Lucius paused, and continued to explain: "You know, he never gave a minor—especially you are so young—"
Harry didn't answer, he hung his head, hiding his expression in the shadows.
"Okay," Harry heard Lucius sigh very artificially, "let's be honest—"
"Master has not been in a good mood recently." Help me, master, don't be so reckless!
"The tasks assigned to everyone recently are very heavy." Help me, I'm so busy that I have dark circles under my eyes!
"Although McNeil and Greyback were given a ban," the ban is useful, and everyone can guess what happened!
"But we can all guess a little." A man frustrated in love will devote all his energy to his career. Although such a master is very handsome, please give us a little breathing room!
"Harry, I think you should take the initiative to admit your mistake." Come on, Harry, we are counting on you!
Harry hesitated, he bit his lip, his emerald eyes were wet with grievance: "He...will he forgive me?"
Lucius took a deep breath to himself—help, I think Harry has become more and more like his master recently, this beauty!This silhouette!This allure!Isn't he really the master's illegitimate son? He put on the most sincere smile: "Maybe, you can act like a baby?"
"You know," Lucius said with his most sincere expression, "the Dark Mark is only awarded to the most loyal people, which is almost an honor. I have never seen the master treat anyone like that." Patience, Severus didn't reach this level back then. You must be special to your master."
Harry felt that Lucius had eight written on his left eye and a hexagram on his right eye, and his expression was so fake that he could tell it at a glance-but one thing was certain, the Dark Lord was indeed special to him.Although he has never been aware of this particular reason:
Maybe, because I beat him as a baby?But everyone knows that I was just a kid who didn't understand anything at that time, and even if there was anything, I didn't deserve the credit; or was it because of the Philosopher's Stone in the first grade?Diary from second grade?But more importantly, who would treat a man who almost killed himself...
Again his thoughts turned to those who lay between them:
He lost his *15 years ago, he lost his parents, they have very different attitudes towards life...
However, I should really apologize.
I was really wrong about this, and I haven't apologized until now...
Those shining points in Harry's character that were discovered by the Sorting Hat early on, those courage, passion, and impulsiveness, all of a sudden surged up.
I should go and apologize.
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In a dark room, the screen of the computer monitor flickered with a faint light, reflecting Jim Moriarty's slightly pale face.
His body leaned forward slightly, his eyes were wide open, which made his handsome face look a bit hideous, and his expression was unprecedentedly frenzied, and he kept muttering: "Let me take a look, let me take a look, What is it that I feel wrong no matter what..."
All the images of the monitors on the streets of London were displayed in front of him without *, constantly flipping, jumping, and switching to locate the images of himself walking on the streets of London.He watched himself turning from the main road into a slightly less-traveled lane, watched himself humming and looked at a man who felt very much to his taste (dark, proud, high-spirited, contemptuous, slightly mysterious, great , hit all his spots!), and then!
"Wow..." Moriarty couldn't help but let out an admiration, his eyes were shining!
That man actually just glanced at the flower bed, and the flower bed shattered!
What's even more amazing is that after a while, he glanced at the flower bed again, and the flower bed returned to its original state!
And such a miraculous scene, he himself, and everyone around him, did not leave the slightest impression!
He couldn't help smiling, adjusted the rhythm of the player, and kept repeating the part where the flower bed was broken and restored, holding his face in high spirits, watching the scene repeat itself.
Sweet love flowed naturally from his expression, as if facing the most beloved lover, Moriarty looked affectionately at the Dark Lord on the screen, and couldn't help sighing:
"I seem to have found... something very, very good..."
With twinkling eyes, he smiled and poked the little figure on the screen with his hand, poked it, and poked it again.
His smile couldn't help but grow bigger, then became ferocious, and then giggled involuntarily—but it seemed that the nervous laughter couldn't fully express his mood, he laughed louder and louder, laughing His stomach hurt a little, he slammed his fist on the table, making a thumping sound, and laughter filled the whole room——
"Really, it's so interesting!"
awesome!
When I thought life was so boring,
It turns out that in the world,
And something so amazing!