Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

After the heart-boring spell stopped this time, Pertha's whole body seemed to be fished out of blood. There were large and small cracks in her skin, and the blood that came out smeared her skin piece by piece. Blood stained, her lips were torn in the pain of extreme distortion, and red saliva was constantly oozing out of the swollen mouth.It seemed a bit vomiting blood.Her hair was all loose, and she was smashing her head and covering her face like a madman. She cried and murmured to the silent sky begging for mercy and help.

Nagini sneaked down when Pettigrew was about to torture her, because Pertha’s struggle might hurt it, but after this time it stopped, it didn’t get entangled immediately like the previous one. Pertha surrounded her body, and the scarlet snake letter would only occasionally hit Pertha's bleeding wound.

"I said, whatever, please, please listen to me, listen to me..." Then she started talking nonsense, and then she started to talk about silly things in the office, and then she talked about the young couple in which department The wizard began to frown, but Voldemort was not interested in these trivial things. "It seems that you still want to play with me?" Pertha's body froze suddenly because of this sentence, and Pettigrew could even simulate her. Thoughts in the head.

If she can't tell the useful information for the Dark Lord, he won't be polite to her. Although the Dark Lord was watching the two heart-breaking spells, he didn't care about Perk at all from his calm tone afterwards. Sha's life and death, even if she was tortured mad because she couldn't bear it, it didn't hurt the Dark Lord.

"I know! I know! Please let me and let me think again..." The strong desire to survive drove Pertha to rack her brains to think back. She desperately thought about all the secrets she knew, but in her mind But it was a blank, as if all the memories that should and shouldn't have been wiped away by an invisible big hand.

She suddenly became confused, is her memory so bad?But in her impression, she should have a better memory... "My patience is very limited, witch. But I have enough time. If you want to get what you want, it's better not to have anything. Hidden. We still have enough time to explore the limits of the Heart Drilling Curse... Someone around me knows how to torture a wizard will most pain him..." Voldemort said indifferently, it seemed to be a fact, not a threat.

"Let me help you think about it again, Wormtail." "But, master, what if she breaks down like this?" Little Star kept wiping his sweat, as if the place where he was standing was not a gloomy and cool forest. Deep down, but under the scorching sun.

"Crash, so what? You just need to grasp the degree so that she can clearly recall those precious memories..."

Little dwarf dared not refute him, and gritted his teeth and whispered softly: "Break through the bones." The third time Pertha's shout was not as loud as before, but it was hoarse.Her throat seemed to be cracked, and Pertha seemed to have become a fish that could only struggle on the lawn after being caught from the water, her mouth wide open and her eyes protruding, as if she was about to break free of two eye sockets. .The rope plunged deeply into the flesh, and Little Dwarf even saw a touch of white in the flesh. She struggled so hard that even the pain of the body could not cover the pain of burning the soul.

"Okay, stop." Dwarf sat on the ground, gasping for breath. He felt like his nerves were being burned on fire. This part was because of his surviving humanity, and the other part was him. Some overdrawn magical powers.He has no talent, and his grades at graduation are not very good, which leads him to extremely low self-esteem and just want to be attached to the shadow of others.

Voldemort waited patiently for a short while, until he squeezed a word out of Pertha's mouth, "Remember, remember... Crouch, Mr. Crouch..." "Crouch, I have this last name I have the impression that it is a little guy who admires me very much. He is still small, but very talented and smart..." Voldemort whispered, "but you are definitely not that one, right?"

"Barty Crouch?" Pettigrew widened his eyes. "The parent of the family I was staying in at the time was working in the Ministry of Magic. After he failed to run for Minister of Magic, he was moved to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department. At that time he was an out-and-out hardliner, ambitious-what would happen to someone like him?"

"He put... he didn't have a trial... I heard, what was talking to the house elf... lied to everyone. I found out his secret, he took out his wand, pointed and pointed at me... ah ah Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" She kept hitting the ground with her head.

Little Dwarf was taken aback, and rushed to Pertha, "Don't be excited, Little Dwarf. She was once cast by someone with a powerful Forgotten Curse, but now it's just because of your Heart Drilling Curse. Those forgotten pasts are all in a mind It's just back." Voldemort's attitude was very natural.

"He, Mr. Batty...no, I won't say it...he is not judged, son, locked up at home, Imperius...ha, ha, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t have to find out, Dumble Professor Lido...warned..." Pertha's tone gradually weakened, and Voldemort's voice became excited, "Little Barty Crouch? The little guy who has been with Bella and them, smart, cold, but cautious. A good Death Eater...Old Batty didn't judge his own son?"

"He tried...throw it in, Azkaban, but the son, at home, hides, the elf is taking care of..." Pertha twitched, her eyes showed an extremely confused color, just keeping, Unconsciously jumping out of words, but gradually they were able to put these things together into a complete picture: the current director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department Batty Crouch convicted himself in the Death Eater trial (in which Many of the trials were driven and sentenced by him.) His son Barty Crouch Jr. was thrown into Azkaban, but later his son was discovered by Pertha that he had been hidden in the house. He looked like She is under the Imperius Curse and is usually guarded by house elves.

"This is very good news, Wormtail." Voldemort's tone sounded much calmer, even with pleasant feelings."She doesn't seem to know anything else." Little Dwarf asked tentatively. "Then we cast an oblivion spell on her and get her away, Master?"

"It's not good, Wormtail. She has been cast a very powerful forgetting spell before. This spell will not work on her."

"Then, then what are we going to do, Master?" Without even thinking about it, Voldemort said coldly, "Will I tell you, Wormtail? Now, kill her."

The eighth chapter thinks about so many chapter titles, pain (two more)

"Wh, what, kill her?!" Little Dwarf desperately resisted the scream that had not been vented, "We don't have to do this, Master! She is a member of the Ministry of Magic, if we kill her, we will Exposed! The Ministry of Magic will notice that they have missing an official, this will, this will put you in a crisis!" He finally came up with a good reason.

"Don't be so timid, Wormtail. Killing this woman won't expose your long tail hidden in the shadows. Since you can't make her alive and forget everything, then let her body shut up. Still do you think It’s just a little joke that a wanted wizard met an official of the Ministry of Magic? When she returns to her office, she will use this as a conversation, "Guess who I met when I went to leave relatives? That wanted petty star Peter!' Or will you lead a bunch of murderous Aurors toward your hiding place?" Voldemort said jokingly, "If you want to do this, I don't have to stop you."

Little dwarf took a deep breath. He looked at the ground from time to time, and sometimes at Pertha who looked a little foolish. She was lying on the ground, her eyes muttering to herself empty.He was very resistant to suicides, even though he had created an explosion more than ten years ago that directly killed twelve Muggles.But those people were just involved, not deciding to kill them by his own will.

The long-range casualties who turned a blind eye were completely different from those who watched their hands stained with blood.But Little Dwarf finds that he has no choice. His master is right. He has no way out. If Pertha is allowed to go back alive, it will not be a postcard sent by his hand that awaits him.

Fortunately, Pertha had fallen into her own world. She kept talking, and it sounded like she was begging Crouch for mercy, but from time to time she said something insignificant.Little Dwarf remembered that Sirius had made such an evaluation of this older sister in Hogwarts: confused and vulnerable to temptation, but the enthusiasm for gossip is stronger than anyone, and he remembers it very clearly.She was like burying her face in a secret garbage dump, cheering for joy when she picked up something valuable.

Sorry, sorry... Little Dwarf raised his wand. He thought he would be overwhelmed by guilt, but found that when he pointed the wand between the wand at this poor woman, he felt very lucky in his heart: she could die. In exchange for his life, and he can continue to live, it couldn't be better.

Dwarf's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, and he swallowed. At this moment Pertha seemed to jump out of the fog of thinking, her eyes became clear again, and she kept begging for mercy, saying that she would never expose Dwarf. Position, want him to spare his life.

"Avadasuo fate!" A green and cold light shot from between his rods and hit Pertha. She seemed to freeze and never moved. Only in the wide open eyes, there was fear. Condensed into ice.

"Huh, huh..." Little dwarf stared at his hand. The hand holding the wand had just taken a life, but it suddenly stopped shaking, not at all, he was able to breathe smoothly and steadily. Hold the stick.The little dwarf's mouth has a big grin.

"Don't get excited, Wormtail. I still have a lot of things for you to do." Voldemort coldly interrupted his excitement to laugh, "Yes, Master!" He subconsciously responded, "But I don't Know where you are, master."

There was a sigh in the void, and Voldemort probably felt helpless by the behavior of the petty dwarf. A pale, solid gas floated out from a corner. It looked a bit like the ghost of Hogwarts, but from It feels completely different.If the ghosts feel static and safe, then the gas with a terrifying face is an unsettling rage. This is not its own state, but this blood. Even though hostility has no substance, it can still blow up the chill from the inside out when those scarlet eyes are looking at you.

"Lord, master..." Little Dwarf only felt that the sense of power that had risen from his heart just momentarily shattered like a bubble. He was like a mouse being stared at by a snake, and could do nothing but shivering.He knelt on his knees until Voldemort allowed him to stand up.

"Stop talking nonsense, Wormtail. I've waited so long, finally waiting for another precious servant. The man named Chiloe I met three years ago let me share his body briefly, but damn it. Dumbledore hindered me. So I don't need your body this time, Wormtail." Pettigrew was particularly relieved.

"This time, in order to welcome my resurrection, I need a body. A simple body is good, so that I can attach to it until I achieve my goal."

Little Star stammered and asked, "Is it possible to do this, Master?" Voldemort sneered, "Wormtail, there are so many things you don't know. I don't want to teach you because this is not a classroom. But I need you to help me make this simple body, so I still can't give up instilling some knowledge in your stupid brain."

He directed Little Star to draw some weird lines on the ground with runes that he couldn't understand, which looked like spider webs, but the lines were all densely packed runes.This is a simple but very tedious job. Pettigrew did it all day, because he had to ask Voldemort for help when he encountered runes that he couldn't understand, and Voldemort would also want him to correct his mistakes at any time.

"Very well, I'm going to get to the first paragraph. Wormtail, now go and bring me the body of that woman." Pertha's body had been well preserved with a spell under Voldemort's order, and it was completely invisible. Let it go for a day.The dwarf dragged Pertha's body to the center of the rune gathering.

"Did you know? It's easy to make a pure body, Wormtail," Voldemort said before the start. "But no one can break through the limit and let that thing produce a soul on the way to create a man. Man is the one of all things. The spirit, the soul is unpredictable, and all puzzles, but in the end someone did it." He closed his mouth again without saying a word.

"Now, strictly follow the steps I said, step by step..."

*****

In Siegel's mansion, which is as far away as several countries in Albania, Zoe fell asleep peacefully, but her violently fluctuating spiritual world looked far more peaceful and lively than she showed.It is still the well-defined world, half of which is a lavender garden with twinkling stars, and half of it is a mysterious and secluded underground stone room.Zoe angrily picked up the stones on the drafting floor, aimed at Max's face and threw them away, but as long as the stones passed the boundary, they disappeared silently.

"How long do you plan to do useless work? I don't know you are such a stubborn person." Max said boredly. "Since you are willing to stay here, you might as well do something more meaningful, such as your patron saint curse. , Don't you really take this opportunity to become more proficient?" She naturally gave advice, as if she didn't know that Zoe would have greatly weakened her after mastering the Patronus Charm.

"Look, you can even see what I am doing when I control my body." These words angered Zoe even more. She rushed down, if it weren't for the dividing line, she would definitely rush in. Give Max a violent beating, "Yeah, look what you did! You almost messed up the professors' wedding, and you used my body to mess around!"

"The two parties didn’t treat me as you. Save it. Even with so many excuses, you’re just afraid that I can take control of this body at any time. If I really want to ruin your reputation, let If you go to die, you will go out with your magic wand and kill one or two Muggles at random. You will get into trouble and no one will be able to intercede for you."

She looked at Zoe, who was gritting her teeth with great interest, but said nothing: "Why don't you say'whatever you do', Zoe? You were really fearless in the second grade. You are not afraid. Rumors, and even take the initiative to rely on others' speculations on your own image. Don't be afraid of death, because at that time you actually wanted to apologize with death."

"For people who like to chew their tongues, even if all their inferences have nothing to do with you, they can speak with gusto; let alone those three-pointers, they will become more unscrupulous and feel like a The prophet is so accurate, you only need to get a crystal ball to pretend to be a master." Max looked at her leisurely in the shadow, "If I killed your roommate and that Muggle girl at that time, I miss you I don’t mind too much. People who are thinking of death will not care about the lives of others."

Her tone that seemed to know everything made Zoe very uncomfortable, but she really couldn’t refute it. When she saw the tip of the dark iceberg, she was completely panicked and felt that she, who was originally just a son of a sinner, was committing a crime. After such a serious crime, it is not worthy to enjoy the shelter and kind treatment.The world is dark, and tomorrow will be dark, so if you die, can you end the pain and sorrow in your heart?

But the blizzard that almost frozen her soul stopped unconsciously.The people who accompany her, the people who lead her, the people who guard her carefully.When she was finally willing to put down the hands that had been hidden in front of her eyes, she could look directly at the world that was once evaded because of pain, and recognize the little warmth hidden under the hideous black shell, even if the cold wind would still crack her wounds , Even when moving forward, new wounds are constantly added, but...

"I won't run away, never run away again. No matter who you are and how strong you are, I won't lose. This body belongs to me alone. I want to live and I finally like it. Who will let you take away his life!"

Chapter 9: Don’t you think this stock is very interesting? It’s open (three shifts)

"Then you do it, and work hard to protect what is left, and capture what you need to take from me in the future." Zoe finally suffocated a sincere cry, but Max was not at all. Accepted it unexpectedly, let alone tit-for-tat her, not even a little denial, which made Zoe feel like a fist hitting cotton.

"Hey, are you so confident? Feel that you can get the final victory? So that you don't want to waste time on your mouth with me?" She was so angry.There has never been a person’s presence that can easily make her irritable and irritable. Even in the period when she resented the Ministry of Magic and the ignorant public, the emotions were more viscous and dark; it didn’t seem to be at all. When facing Max, the anger was direct and pure, but no matter how hot the flame was, it would be swallowed by the calm water.

When facing the general public, she always disguised herself subconsciously and asked people not to warn her. The main point of disguising herself as a mature and sensible child is that she must never act arrogantly because of trivial things, and must act regardless of what happens. The harmless side.Over time, she became accustomed to suppressing her own mind, and also accustomed to taking the initiative to leave the crowd.Even those who she thinks are important, she seldom reveals her negative emotions. Because of the importance, she is more afraid of losing. She can only force herself to be more outstanding and outstanding in their eyes, instead of the weak but true self in the past.

But the relationship with Max made her need not worry about these things. Max never showed tolerance to her just because she was her daughter. This person looks like a mirror with Zoe, but his personality is completely different. , You can poke Zoe’s pain points in less than three sentences, and no matter how you look at it, she is happy with it, enjoying the pain, anger, but helplessness of Zoe.

Since Max is like this, Zoe naturally doesn’t have to pretend to be intimate with her. She can quarrel with Max anytime and anywhere (completely unilateral irony, Max doesn’t care at all), and can be like a naive child Do useless work like that, such as throwing rocks at Max and making rude gestures (learned from a guest when she was at the Pig’s Head Bar last year).Because in the relationship between the two, Max is undoubtedly the strong, or an annoying bastard, she doesn’t have to pretend to be how strong and gentle and considerate she is. Anyway, everything she has is seen by this woman. Be clear.

"I think for someone who can poke pain points in just three sentences, the fault lies with her. Who made her suffer so many points." Not to mention that this guy can even peek into Zoe's inner thoughts.Of course, she knew that this was a form of use of psychic mind. Almost every senior master of psychic mind could spy on the minds of undefended wizards, but the degree of reading was more or less.There are many methods of defense and resistance, but most of them have mediocre effects. The only thing that can completely reject the idea of ​​contemplation is Occlumency, but this is also an advanced technique, and Zoe doesn't know who to learn from.

"Perhaps you can ask Professor Dumbledore?" Zoe glared fiercely at Max, who advised her "friendly", and her mind was spied again.In the conscious world, those thoughts that are usually hidden in the deepest place are all nowhere to hide, and the effects of panic and Occlumency are better than usual.

"Are you really here to fight for my body? Why do you give me advice?" Zoe looked at Max suspiciously, "What's the matter, the matter of robbing the body is originally the risk of both of you and me? Behavior. It doesn’t matter whether the ending is you survive or I swallow you, all I need is to observe the process. The ending of life and death is the same for me."

"If you destroy me in the end, for me, it will only enjoy the long-awaited death; even if I swallow you, for me, it will just continue to live like this, but I have only one share in this world. The results of research, a direct observation of the shape of the soul. Even Tom who told me this possibility could not do such a risky thing."

Zoe was stunned, thinking that Max's thoughts were like aliens: "Then why do you appear suddenly?! If you don't want to live, why do you want to seize my body?! And do something without authorization. Things that affect my life, do you think I will believe this lie?"