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Once again, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside the cell, and the red-haired young man couldn't help shaking.

He sincerely hopes that he is not the next person to be executed, even if he is from the bravest House Of Gryffindor, who cannot but fear death.

Ron still remembers the joy and wonder he felt when he first stepped into Hogwarts, his mother swore that he would be Harry Potter's best friend, that he would join Harry Potter on Team Quidditch and beat Slytherin, that he would teach How dear Harry Potter can tell the difference between good and bad, and firmly refuse to come from a Death Eater family like Malfoy or Parkinson who follow the Dark Lord.

Ron still remembers the joy and wonder he felt when he first stepped into Hogwarts, his mother swore that he would be Harry Potter's best friend, that he would join Harry Potter on Team Quidditch and beat Slytherin, that he would teach Harry Potter can tell the difference between good and bad, to firmly refuse to come from a Death Eater family like Malfoy or Parkinson who follow the Dark Lord.

The parents told himself so day in and day out, like they taught all his older brothers and Gin.

Except Percival, the traitor.

To be honest, when he saw Harry Potter, he feels lost. Harry Potter wasn't as charismatic as he thought. He feels the Muggle breath in the living Potter boy, and the fascination with magic. Potter obviously didn't know Quidditch, nor tasted Chocolate Frogs, let alone the greatness of Dumbledore that he should know, the only thing Potter had was that lightning-shaped scar from defeating the Dark Lord, and A pair of ugly Muggle glasses hanging on the boy's face.

Potter boy is like a Muggle child who is eager to be noticed. He is not unaware that the Muggle clothes of Potter boy are obviously several times larger than Potter's stature, and Potter is wearing a pair of worn Muggle sneakers than it's not as good as the boots that his mother bought for herself in the New Year.

Then he meets his other half, Hermione, his very wise wife, a soul mate who shares all his joys and sorrows with him, even though the first meeting with Hermione was awkward, and to be honest even hated Hermione at the time, despite the original His self resented her somewhat domineering attitude, but afterward, he was grateful that he was able to meet her at Hogwarts Express.

Ron thought he was born in the best of times, but when he turned around, he was shocked to find that it was also the worst of times.

The beginning of another wizarding war.

Although Potter explicitly rejected the friendship from that ferret.

But when they heard the hat's classification for Potter, everyone was horrified.

" SLYTHERIN ! ! ! "

The hat's voice was so firm and loud that Professor McGonagall lost her composure in that moment.

Everyone at the Gryffindors displayed unprecedented consternation, the Hufflepuffs table did not make the usual sound of touching the cutlery, and the Ravenclaws almost stopped their academic conversation at the table.

The only house where no one expressed surprise was Slytherin. Half of the Slytherins just turned their heads and gave Potter a restrained applause to show their low-key welcome. The other half of the Slytherins were cold and questioning in their eyes. 

The footsteps stopped, and Ron could clearly hear the cell next door being opened, accompanied by a whimper.

He couldn't tell who it was, was it a former D.A. member ? Or an ex-partner who was determined to join the Phoenix Order ?

He retracted his body carefully, his mind full of fear, trying not to make any noise, as the jailers had shown him before, casting Crucio on someone trying to pull the horns of the jailer's robe.

He knew that someone would be executed today.

On this day last year, his father Arthur was ordered to be executed.

He still can't forget that sentence when his father was taken away.

" It's all wrong, Ronald, we're blinded. "

What is tearing his family apart?

Order of the Phoenix ? Or Dumbledore ?

The old man could never provide an answer.

Albus Dumbledore died in the sixth year, just before Christmas Eve.

At that time, they still had Sirius Black and Remus Lupin in charge of leading the Phoenix, and even Professor Flitwick was fully willing to contribute to the Phoenix.

Everything looks so perfect.

Even they thought they could handle the battle without needing Potter.

Hermione used her wit to set traps, barriers, or improvement spells for them, and her improvement spells and traps were perfect for warding off some stupid Death Eater invasion like Crabbe or Goyle.

In the middle and late stages of the war, they successfully persuaded Greengrass, Parkinson and some Death Eater families to change their political stance and become the financiers behind the Order of the Phoenix.

They refused to let Avery, Carrow, Crabbe, Dolohov, Lestranges, Malfoy, Pyrites, Rosier and other eight families be forgiven. Among them, they hated the Lestranges brothers and Lucius Malfoy more, they were the most important subordinates of the Dark Lord, Moody and several The members are very hard-line and insist that all members of the two families do not deserve a pardon from Wizengamot.

Ron thought they could win the war.

They didn't care about the concerns from Neville and Ernie.

George and Fred said the two were simply timid pure-bloods.

Footsteps sounded again, and Ron could clearly hear the people in the next cell being dragged away by the guards.

Yes, the jailers have already selected who will be executed.

In addition to being afraid, Ron is a little fortunate that he was not selected by the jailer. Ron knows that he is very useless now, but Ron does not want to die in such a worthless way, he still has a chance to survive, he does.

He was a pureblood, and he knew that Wizengamot would not lightly execute a young and fertile pureblood wizard, and the wizarding world needed to keep purebloods alive.

Both Neville and Ernie, who were also pure blood, were pardoned by them, and he will be pardoned.

He remembered what his father had said, that blood doesn't mean ability, an idea that Albus Dumbledore had instilled in his family, and they had believed it in the past.

Until the Order of the Phoenix was declared a rebel organization by Wizengamot.

What a ridiculous thing.

Pure-blood status was the only thing keeping him alive.

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Clearly, opting to join D.A. was a stain on his life.

If Ernie could be given a chance to start over, he would be very willing to slap his former self.

The dark Lord in his lifetime, he didn't care at all about the family memories and warnings his grandmother Doris was trying to get him to remember, he just like his father, was completely immersed in the peace of the Boy Who Lived brought.

The first year, as he had hoped, he persuaded the Sorting Hat to assign himself to Hufflepuff, after which the Sorting Hat had sincerely advised himself that all prejudices should be cast aside.

He thought that the Sorting Hat was thinking that he was a standard pure-blood.

He came down and handed the Sorting Hat to the next boy waiting for sorting.

He was completely oblivious to the surprised look on the other boy's face.

Like the Malfoy family, the Macmillan family is an old enough pure-blood family, and has many family members divided into Slytherin, even dating back to the fourteenth century, Macmillan and Malfoy have the custom of intermarriage.

If there had been no war in the wizarding world, this would have been one of those memories that didn't need to be reminded.

" Ernie, dear, what are you thinking ? " A pair of pure white arms hugged his waist slowly with enough tenderness.

Platinum blonde hair.

Draco Malfoy, the one who rescued him from Azkaban.

He had thought that Draco hated him so much when he rejected Draco's friendship and decided to join D.A.

Even though he had humiliated Draco in public.

But Draco never hated him after it happened.

In fact, he had known Draco very early. 

The pure-blood circle was small, but the pure-blood with high social status much smaller. Among the circle, the relationship between Malfoy and Macmillan was oldest, that there make he need to get to know Draco, before the two of them were in Hogwarts, they were quite good, even grandmother Doris wanted him to marry Draco, until he was completely influenced by his father, he chose to take the initiative to break off his friendship with Draco.

He remembered that he had praised Granger and Weasley many times in front of Draco, even though he had always known that Draco's grades were always higher than Granger's in the semester, and he had too much to apologize for for Draco.

" You’re thinking about how to love me more. "  The gentle tone was mixed with possessiveness towards himself, and the man with platinum blonde hair gently touched his shoulders with his lips.

" When I miss you the most, you can give me that love and anything. "  Draco keep expressing his love for him, and Draco was always someone who didn't hesitate to say he loved him.

Ernie couldn't imagine how Draco kept loving him, there were always better marriage candidates in Slytherin, not to mention how many purebloods would be willing to a spouse with the heir to Malofy's manor since Lucuis Malfoy returned to the Dark Lord.

He knew that Astoria Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson were very aggressive about it.

But Draco's obsession with him did make him see the truth.

" As you have brought me the dawn of our own, our children Scorpius and Cygnus, the other master of my manor, my dear Mr. Macmillan-Malfoy. "

After his release, he became Draco's husband, his only spouse, the other male master of the Malfoy manor, and soon he and Draco welcomed their children, the first twins in the Malfoy family, their children Scorpius and Cygnus, he continued to enjoy Draco's endless love and consideration.

The kissing didn't stop, and Draco moved his lips randomly over Ernie's shoulders, neck, cheeks, chin, even the earlobes.

Draco loved him, when he put the ring that once belonged to Narcissa on his finger, he was crying in Draco's arm.

" If I don't have your rescue, will I end up waiting to rot in Azkaban? Or will I be a dispensable item to be traded ? "  The slender blond man turned his head slightly, Ernie's hazel eyes Looking sad and confused.

Ernie wasn't a good liar, he was one of the few purebloods who chose to join the Dumbledore's Army to fight the Dark Lord, and like some members of the group, he almost had a lot of prejudice and distrust of Slytherins.

In the beginning, Ernie just wanted to join the D.A. to defend herself, and the return of the Dark Lord obviously terrified a bunch of students.

In the final mission of the Triwizard Tournament, proud Cedric Diggory of Hufflepyff is nearly murdered by the Dark Lord's Apostles, but they witness both Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum being tortured and humiliated by Death Eaters disguised as judges. 

In the end, Fleur Delacour with her family all fell victim to the event.

The French girl and her family collapsed in the audience with signs of torture all over their bodies.

The Dark Lord's apostles begin their hunt.

He remembered how Susan cried in the common room for his dead aunt, and he also remembered Hannah's horror when he learned that her mother had been murdered, and not only that, but the number of missing Muggle-borns and Muggle sympathizers was increasing. As more and more serial murders unfolded in the wizarding world, even Professor Burbage, who taught Muggle studies at school, was found dead tragically.

Gradually, it became the core cadre of D.A., along with Hannah, Susan, and Megan.

However, in the sixth year, Justin, following Kevin Entwistle, who was also a Muggle-born student, chose to join Potter's team, completely ignoring Granger's call for a Muggle-born student.

After that, Zacharias refused to continue participating in the D.A., he declared that the entire Smith family did not need to be bogged down by the old man's plans, Zacharias's quit is a wake-up call, he not only caused the power of the entire Hufflepuff House to be divided in two, also make more families to chosen left the organization, Rolf Scamandar was next in line.

Ernie noticed this was unusual, he and Neville had raised concerns about the organization that were theirs, but were not taken seriously by the D.A.

After Hufflepuff's forces were split, Ravenclaw's separation happened immediately. After having the appeal of Patil, Goldstein and Boot, they decided to let the whole Ravenclaw break away from D.A., even Granger and Professor Filius Flitwick to try to win over Ravenclaws, but they didn't Could make young Ravenclaws change thier mind.

"  I won't allow this to happen. " silver-grey eyes stared straight at the man in front of him.

The determined look seemed to soothe Ernie's emotions.

" What did you pay to redeem me ? Draco. Is it worth it ? " Ernie couldn't hold back his grief any longer after hearing Draco's consolation, and he wondered what Draco sacrificed for his freedom.

With Lucius Malfoy's past as one of the Dark Lord's close followers, Draco had to do everything in his power to prove that the Malfoy family could turn the helm to Potter's undying allegiance, not just the financial sponsors behind.

At the time, Potter already had several pure-blood loyalists from Nott, Cornfoot, Rivers, Carrow, Wood, McLaggen, Smith, Boot and Bulstrode, and in the Ministry of Magic, he had Percival Prewett-Black to control the situation in the wizarding world for him , he didn't necessarily need Draco's assistance.

So Ernie could hardly believe it when Draco came to Azkaban with his own amnesty.

"  It's worth it to redeem you, no matter what the cost. "  Draco smoothed the unease from his husband with his eyes.

Draco looked at Ernie carefully. He knew Ernie was an indispensable presence in his life when he was very young. He was disheartened by Ernie's deliberate estrangement, but whenever he thought of Ernie's smile, he would let discouragement swept away.

Turning the entire family into the service of Potter was indeed difficult, father couldn't be the man at the helm who changed the family's fortunes, but he need to become, and luckily he and Theodore had always had a secret and strong friendship.

It's true that he can't save Greengrass and Parkinson, or a few old friends who are being put to death, but he can save his husband, his soulmate, his little star.

" You're the other owner of the Malfoy manor, you’re Papa Ernie beloved our Scorpius and Cygnus, and the only spouse I have ever considered, my partner, another part of me on the tapestry, Ernest Macmillan-Malfoy, you are my everything."

" I love you. " Draco leaned forward and kissed Ernie's lips violently.

Ernie closed his eyes, he met Draco's kiss, and in front of him was his Draco, his husband, the other half of his soul.

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She had to pretend that she was quite calm at this time.

The war had ended more than seven months ago, but the trial and punishment of war criminals have not stopped.

Almost all the followers of Albus Dumbledore have been escorted to Azkaban, regardless of the age of the followers, after the war, they were all marked as eternal enemies of Albion.

The followers of Dumbledore were hunted everywhere by hunters and escorted back from every corner of Albion, and the British Muggle government could not communicate on an equal basis with the Ministry of Magic led by Percival for that.

Last month, the Muggle government once again lost its prime minister and some senior officials in key positions.

Since Percival Prewett-Black took office as Minister of Magic, except that the British Ministry of Magic was officially named the Albion Ministry of Magic to demonstrate the independence of the wizarding world, also the traditional festivals belonging to pure blood have completely returned, Albion no longer celebrates holidays such as Muggle Christmas and Easter, all the Christian festivals from the Muggle have been completely abandoned.

Naturally, the power and influence of the Muggle government in the wizarding world continued to decline, and many wizards who had been close to the Muggle government were caught in Azkaban one by one.

" Miss Skeeter, it's a pleasure to have you here, as a witness to the post-war court, I must believe in your fairness, and the morals you possess. " A steady but euphonious voice pulled the blonde from her memory to immediate reality.

She looked cautiously at the giant tapestry hanging on the wall of the conference room.

An invisible river depicted on the tapestry, under the flickering waves, precipitated countless skeletons.

" Iuro per nomen fluminis inferni, qui hic vivit in eternum, spera Thanatos nobiscum.  "  

The words imprinted on the tapestry are a spell, and anyone who has read this line of words will not hesitate to reveal the truth of what they have seen with their own eyes.

She has absolutely no choice.

" I, Margaret Iolanthe Skeeter, also known as Rita Skeeter, I shall begin my oath by the name of the river of Styx, where the noble Eunomia makes an unalterable record of all my words and deeds, be beloved Iacchus guides me with his starlight, so that I must respond to what I see and hear with words of justice and fairness. " The woman's voice was somewhat disturbed.

She looked at Minister Prewett-Black's right hand, and a rather handsome man was standing there. 

The handsome man's eyes seemed to be full of warmth, and his left hand would occasionally touch Minister Prewett-Black beside him, Rita knew that That man, Cedric Alphard Diggory, Headmaster and Chief Warlock of Hogwarts, Diggory was definitely the most loyal supporter of Minister Prewett-Black's policy.

At the same time, he was the loyal servant and devotee who made Lord Black-Potter his way to the throne of the Wizard King.

Diggory's absolute control of Hogwarts in the later period of the war completely made the Phoenix Society fall into the dust, and also made Severus Snape and Remus Lupin, who were highly relied on by the Phoenix Society, the first to fall. After that, no one dared to challenge Diggory authority.

If Entwistle is the executioner who executed the killing, Diggory is the arbiter who examines any speech.

Looking around, Rita noticed that the fifty-six members of the Wizengamot in purple robes had all taken their seats, not surprisingly, many of them were wizards with a reputation after the war, even a few of them were Muggle-born, but they The biggest thing in common is that they are all followers of Lord Potter-Black.

In the position of the court secretary, Kevin Entwistle, a former Muggle-born wizard, sat there, his wolf-like eyes were sharp and murderous.

After the war, several Muggle-born or mixed-race wizards, such as Kevin Entwistle, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Wayne Hopkins, Tracey Davis, Rolf Scamander, etc., became new A generation of dignitaries, they have now been identified as the new pure blood, and they have taken the seats of several families such as Moody, Lupin, Greengrass, Parkinson, Abbott, Bones, Crabbe, Trupin and others.

" Commissioners of the Wizengamot, we are here today to witness first-hand, a rebel who committed horrific crimes against all of Albion, and who claimed to be righteous. "

Entwistle's frosty face is terrifying. As Lord Potter-Black's craziest minion, Entwistle took the initiative to take control of St Mungo in the early days of the third war. A good-looking face and cruel acts of torturing dissidents are enough to make people feel Lenovo Barty Crouch Jr.

" Jurors and witnesses, we will make a trial and a resolution for first-degree war criminal Hermione Jane Granger, also known as Hermione Weasley, for her crimes. "

When the footsteps from outside stopped, Rita was instinctively terrified.

The young witch who was brought into the courtroom could not stand up at all.

Rita Skeeter hardly recognized that the woman who was carried into court by the two areas was Hermione Granger, once cherished by Albus Dumbledore, the girl who had blossomed in the Triwizard Tournament as Viktor Krum's dance partner, and later, for Resisting Fudge's coercive interference with Hogwarts, she assembled the Dumbledore's Army, including most of the Gryffindor, including Ronald Weasley, and several Dumbledore followers from other colleges.

In addition, under Granger's planning, Dumbledore's Army has a very close relationship with the Order of the Phoenix and is therefore considered to be the reserve army of the Order of the Phoenix.

Hermione Granger, no, it's Hermione Weasley now, she was brought into the courtroom by two tall Aurors, wearing a tattered wizard robe, which Rita Skeeter noticed when he looked closely, it belonged to Gryffindor's college robe.

Hermione Weasley's face looked greasy from too much stain, her well-known frizzy hair looked dull, flat and messy without showering and care, thick dark circles spread around Hermione Weasley's eyelids, her brown Eyes lose their lustre.

Is this still the young witch who claims to be Albus Dumbledore's successor ?

Of course she remembered Hermione Weasley, full of curiosity and ambition, and honestly, the first time she saw the girl, she really thought that the girl was a Slytherin from the wrong house, and she could see the snake in the girl's eyes, as like Albus Dumbledore.

" May the just Astraea act in our midst. " said Millicent Bulstrode, Albion's Deputy Minister of Magic.

Rita Skeeter is getting more and more uneasy

She knew it would be another uncontested trial.

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When the war just ended, he thought he would die because of the bloodline he had.

Neville Longbottom never considered himself a standard Gryffindor, although he was indeed the only remaining collateral bloodline of the Gryffindor.

Gryffindor's lineage comes from his mother, who was the last witch to hold the name of Gryffindor's heir.

Neville thought he was a squid until he was sure he had an admission letter from Hogwarts.

" I ‘m sure that you have the qualities of Gryffindor. Godric Gryffindor has never been like a legend. He has the same as you. History has returned his glory to his only remaining bloodline. "

The hat kept mumbling to itself when it was on his head.

Neville trusted what the hat said to him.

He has, he has the qualities of Godric Gryffindor.

In front of the full-length mirror, Neville looked at himself carefully, he couldn't ignore the scar on his face that extended from the left eyebrow to the left cheek,

He remembered that it had been left in the sixth year, and it was after that day that he had seen Thestral.

During the sixth year, Sirius Black, an old member of the Order of the Phoenix, died tragically under the wand of Bellatrix, and his titular godson Harry Potter did nothing.

" Before, I gave him a chance, Longbottom, yes, I did. "

" If he wasn't as stupid as I thought he would have had a chance to survive."

During one of the nights in Azkaban, Neville saw Harry Potter standing in front of his exclusive cell.

The Dark Lord Potter, who reigned over the world no longer looked as weak and harmless as in Hogwarts, the scar that once gave hope has become the fear that Phobos bestowed upon the wizarding world.

The docile-looking Slytherin did not hesitate to put to death wizards who resisted his rule.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was the first person ordered to be executed by the Dark Lord. Although Kingsley was a pure-blooded wizard, his active resistance to the Dark Lord finally decided that Kingsley was bound to be ordered to be executed.

The associated Shacklebolt family fell victim to the new pure-blood politics, and their seat in the Wizengamot had been transferred to Justin Finch-Fletchley.

The day after the execution, with the unanimous vote of the Wizengamot members, they decided to impose a very severe punishment on Kingsley, who had already been executed.

" Damnatio memoriae "

At this point, Kingsley Shacklebolt has become a non-identified existence, and all records related to Kingsley have been ordered by the Ministry of Magic to be burned.

Subsequently, the Dark Lords began to set their sights on anyone who had been a follower or ally of the Order of the Phoenix.

Neville came to his senses, his hands habitually draping himself in wizard robes.

Now, in the fourth year of Hydrus Black-Potter's reign in the wizarding world, this month, Headmaster Diggory announced that Hogwarts will be hosting the biggest Yule celebration yet.

Looking at the invitation letter on the dresser, he fell into memory again.

In the fifth year, the majority of Slytherin students collectively swore that they would not participate in any Muggle festivals, and it was Nott who led this.

Nott has always held the title of No. 1 in the year between them.

Compared with the domineering Malfoy, Nott's quietness and quietness made many students have a certain degree of goodwill towards him. In addition, Nott obtained the assistance of Cornfoot, Hopkins and Boot, and also attracted a lot of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff pure blood students to join them.

In the Gryffindor's house, McLaggen was the only one who agreed with the suggestion that the school should resume the ancient celebration, and for this reason McLaggen was isolated by most of the Gryffindors.

That year, only Cedrus Wood, who also came from a pure-blood family, and himself were very concerned about what happened to McLaggen, but it didn't stop McLaggen from continuing to be bullied by Lee Jordan and the twins.

Seeing that the bullying against McLaggen had intensified, he had been very active in seeking help from Professor McGonagall, however, Professor McGonagall's handling of the matter had little to no success.

It's not that Professor McGonagall doesn't care about it, it's that Professor McGonagal has to juggle the responsibilities of a vice-principal and, on the other hand, she's worried that the Death Eaters have begun to attack half-blood or Muggle-born students.

In this case, Professor McGonagall simply can't concentrate, let alone tackle the bullying of McLaggen by the likes of Lee Jordan and the Twins.

The moment McLaggen was reordered by the hat meant that Gryffindor would lose the trust of many pureblood families, and would also lose Gryffindor as a symbol of justice.

McLaggen was sorted as Slytherin that day.

Armed with a distaste for Gryffindor, McLaggen quickly became Potter's right-hand man.

He noticed that Professor McGonagall regretted that it was irreparable, and the next day, she voluntarily resigned as vice-principal for the matter, and insisted that she should only be a competent dean.

Beginning in the summer of Year 6, Professional McGonagall also opted out of the Order of the Phoenix.

" Is the Gryffindor going to lose its brilliance ? " Professor McGonagall once said.

The figure of Professor McGonagall is so lonely that she has served the college for most of her life, and finally cast a shadow over it.

" Papa. " A timid voice came from behind him.

He turned around and gave the timid boy a smile.

" Teddy, darling, did I accidentally wake you up ? " he said softly, walking up to the little boy who was holding the big bunny doll.

On the day he was pardoned, he was allowed to raise Remus Lupin's only son, and promised to take care of Teddy with a pure-blood education.

The little boy seemed comforted and hugged Neville tightly.

" I had a nightmare, Papa, the same dream. " Neville's heart ached at the boy's unease.

" Hey.... my baby, everything's going to be alright, right. "  Neville crouched down and took the boy into his arms, comforting the boy rather carefully.

Neville knew Teddy's nightmare.

" Um...can you promise? Papa.... " the little boy responded, and he didn't like the dream, which was always full of howling and screaming.

In the first year after the war, when Teddy was only a few months old, Teddy's grandmother and mother were both forced into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic.

Not surprisingly, was convicted.

Andromeda Tonks is executed the Dementor Kiss very quickly.

" Of course, my darling, Papa promises you that everything will be alright. " Neville's eyes grew softer, he had to reassure his darling.

Teddy didn't have a memory of that day, but Neville knew that dreams would always try to remind Teddy of everything.

Looks like he needs to contact Malfoy again.

" Can I see Scorpius and Cygnus later ? " the little boy asked.

" Yes, you can, Papa will take you to Uncle Draco. " There was a smile on his face.

Perhaps because of the familiarity of having the same bloodline, Teddy likes to be close to Ernie's twin sons.

" Then can I let Uncle Ernie hug me ? " the little boy asked with some anticipation.

" Of course you can, but you have to put on nice clothes first, don't you ? " He touched the little boy's cheek, with a tone of coaxing the little boy to change into his outing clothes.

Neville Longbottom never thought of himself as a standard Gryffindor, but he did his best to keep baby Teddy thriving under his own protection.

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When Daphne was ordered to be executed, no one in the wizarding world wept for it, they thought she deserved it.

Even Astoria did not grieve for her sister who died.

Daphne was the first Slytherin ordered to be executed when she charged with allegedly murdering Lord Potter's spouse.

Blaise had thought about whether Daphne would have a chance to be redeemed if he held Daphne in the past, and would he change back to the blond girl who once amazed him.

Or whether the cruel gods decided Daphne's fate long ago, when they took their first steps in Hogwarts.

Although the surname Zabini was not a pure-blood of native British origin, his mother's vast wealth and complex pure-blood marriages were enough to make him one of them when he was in his first year at Hogwarts.

Become the “ them ”.

Yes, them. 

The core is made up of Malfoy, Parkinson, Pike, Runcorn, Vane, Daphne and two of Malfoy's attendant. 

Occasionally , Bulstrode is regarded as one of their core members.

But everyone knows it well, because Bulstrode's impure half-blood is enough to make Bulstrode the least important one among them. 

Even a few of them, such as Parkinson and Runcorn, have shown a very bad attitude towards Bulstrode, but this does not prevent Bulstrode from actively seeking their recognition.

They were so freewheeling, trying to manipulate the purebloods of every Slytherin school year.

However, Potter and Nott became the biggest variables.

He was convinced that, with the exception of Malfoy, almost all the core members did not regard Nott as a competitor. The Nott family was indeed an old enough pureblood, and members of the family once served as Hogwarts headmasters.

They agreed that there was no ambition to see in Nott.

At first, Blaise only noticed that Nott was quite intelligent, quiet, and reserved. 

In their first year, Nott always got along with a Ravenclaw who was the same school year, and that Ravenclaw was known as the "too quiet Cornfoot".  He once thought that Cornfoot and Nott's relationship, like Malfoy and Parkinson, had the fate of being each other's partner in the future determined by their parents.

The truth was that, with the exception of Malfoy and Bulstrode, they were almost all misled by Nott.

As for Potter, to be honest, Blaise didn't pay much attention to Potter in the first year.

The first year Potter was like the Invisible Man, and even though his classification as Slytherin caused a sensation, as time passed, Potter was as taciturn as Nott or Cornfoot. The only thing worth noting is that Potter has shown a unique talent in Potions.

Also, Potter has a pair of very beautiful green eyes.

A pair of green eyes capable of bewitching all beings and deceiving Dumbledore.

Of course, the Dark Lord, whose sanity had long since collapsed, was not Potter's opponent.

" Blaise, why don't you get more sleep. " A warm voice came from behind him, the voice coming from an extremely handsome face.

Hearing the warm voice, Blaise couldn't help but tense up.

A year before the end of the war, he had no choice but to agree to McLaggen quest to avoid being sent to the post-war court.

He quickly became McLaggen fiancé within the first month of their relationship.

McLaggen and Wood were among the few Gryffindors to gain Lord Potter's favor, and technically, both McLaggen and Wood were ex-Gryffindors.

Wood is a well-known executioner. When the Potter followers led by Wood captured the Ministry of Magic, there was a historical event known as a bloody feast.

They killed all areas and government officials who followed the Order of the Phoenix without mercy.

Alastor Moody, like a broken puppet, died after three days of crazy torture by Wood.

Wood's face was covered in blood and he laughed maniacally, making headlines.

" Once again, Albion welcomes the age of peace " all newspapers are so written headlines.

" I just think about what I should wear to the party tomorrow." Blaise smiled quite naturally, his eyes expressing his worries about tomorrow's dinner in a timely manner.

" You don't need to worry about this, you are my spouse, the master of my estate, no one should look at you with disdain. "  McLaggen's smile was as charming as his own.

But Blaise knew his husband, and the alluring look in front of him was a trick.

While Lee Jordan was being tortured, Blaise was ordered to stand in a corner and watch, and he saw his charming husband standing there with a smile that could bewitch anyone.

" I just don't want to lose to Macmillan. He's gotten a lot of compliments from the last party. " Blaise imitated the lines his mother used to say to every stepfather before the party.

He needs to focus on the parties, jewelry, make-up, furs, and everything that makes him look more like his mother.

He used to hate such a mother, but he couldn't deny that this superficial and jealous pretense had saved him countless times.

Macmillan is undoubtedly the best comparison, Macmillan is beautiful enough, but also enough to represent the jealousy of a manor spouse.

McLaggen didn't follow up on Blaise's words, as usual.

McLaggen got up and pulled back the quilt, revealing a very strong, upright body. I believe that for many people, this body is obviously very sexually attractive. Unfortunately, Blaise is not one of the people who will be attracted to this body.

However, he didn't have any choice. He turned his head away, pretending to be a little shy, sneaking glimpses of McLaggen's naked body from the corner of his eye, like a gay man obsessed with the body of another male wizard.

" It's not enough that you've got my gaze, do you need the admiration of others ? " McLaggen says possessively, not at all convinced that his spouse needs the admiration of others in order to build confidence.

Of course Blaise knew that McLaggen had only been looking at him since long ago. Even when Blaise was sleeping with Daphne, Blaise couldn't ignore that too piercing look in his mind.

"My dear, I don't care about them, you know that, I just, don't want people to compare you to Malfoy."

Having spent many years with the man in front of him, Blasie knew very well what this man was thinking about, and Malfoy was definitely a topic that could take McLaggen's attention away.

There was always a rivalry between McLaggen and Malfoy.

" You're always the best. " Wiping off the possessiveness on his face, McLaggen turned into a man who is usually quite gentle in front of people in a blink of an eye.

Before Blaise could react, McLaggen stepped forward and crouched, kissing Blaise's hands repeatedly, like a knight.

" And charming, funny, no one can know, what I've got in front of my eyes ." McLaggen murmured, leaving his own mark on each of Blaise's knuckles with his lips.

Seeing the man approaching madness in front of him, Blaise resisted the urge to run away.

He can't, shouldn't, and won't allow it.

He's not going to let the Zabini name die, he has to live on.

The mother died in her arms, and although she was exempted from the dementor's kiss that was supposed to be performed, she couldn't escape a glass of poisoned wine, offered by McLaggen.

In the second year after the war, Lord Potter gave a list of people, almost all of whom had Dementor's Kiss executed, and Blaise's mother was among them, because she offered to give shelter to Ginevra Weasley and Daphne.

Entwhistle seemed kind enough to save Blaise's mother from the Dementor's Kiss, but the inevitable death awaited her.

Save our last name, Blaise, don't let this name die like Greengrass and Parkinson.

The only thing left by my mother is this sentence in the suicide note.

"You're not paying attention." The sentence brought Blaise back to reality, and unsurprisingly, his husband was watching him, tenderly.

McLaggen's tender eyes are a kind of trap, behind those eyes, hidden, is absolute madness.

He had seen how McLaggen tortured Horace Slughorn, he placed a kiss on Slughorn's head tenderly, and in an instant, Horace's scalp was burned.

"Your worries are overflowing, my dear husband. I was wondering when I should go to St Mungo for a checkup." Blaise chuckled, with a slight resignation, accepting and enjoying her husband's crazy possessiveness .

McLaggen's face immediately lit up with joy at the word St Mungo and check.

" I'm going to be a father ? " Like a child receiving a surprise, McLaggen's expression showed joy after learning about the surprise.

Blaise knew McLaggen had wanted a baby for a long time.

Blaise was horrified when he learned that Macmillan had given birth to twins for Malfoy. Just because he was a pure-blood wizard who could get pregnant didn't mean he could accept having a baby for McLaggen.

Blaise's love of the female body has remained the same throughout, and he's had countless crazy nights with Daphne, and he's had a few good sex sessions with several witches a year his senior.

" Yes, you might be going to be a father. " Blaise responded to the man in front of him, his face beaming with happiness.

How many nights, he endured the urge to clean himself up.

How many nights he had to convince himself that he must be possessed by another man, and accept that another man would wantonly leave traces of lust on him. Even, he had to convince himself that it was time to get pregnant.

If you use contraception for a long time, no matter how secretive it is, the man will eventually find out.

" If my child is a boy, I think I'd name him Aristo, he's the best. Isn't it, my love  ? "The ecstasy on McLaggen's face distracted Blaise for a moment.

If I have a child with Daphne, will I look like this ?

It's not that he didn't think about forming a family with Daphne after the war and having several children similar to them.

Daphne's ambitions eventually shattered the plan.

For the first month after the war, Daphne planned to be Potter's woman.

She was so convinced that Potter's crush on Nott could be broken with a plan.

The reason was that Potter had never tasted the smell of a woman, so he didn't understand the beauty of a woman, nor did he understand a woman's graceful body and delicious smell.

To this end, she designed the assassination against Nott.

However, what people never expected was that Nott saw through Daphne's plan so easily.

Witnessed by all Wizengamot members, Daphne was sentenced to death without any excuse or refutation. In addition, the Greengrass family was also buried for this matter, and the seat they originally owned was sentenced to be transferred to Entwhistle, Lord Potter's most crazy minions.

Laughing wildly, Wood hung Daphne upside down on the execution ground and summoned his crows to poke her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Daphne's once-beautiful eyes turned into bloody holes.

" Yes, I'm sure he'll like the name. " Contrary to his will, Blaise pushed his smile to the limit, genuinely happy to have a child.

"You know, my love, I've been looking forward to having a baby of yours and mine for a long time."

McLaggen had never shown such genuine joy.

He knew in his heart that Blaise was dreading getting pregnant, but he was glad that Blaise had finally figured it out.

It seemed that his Blaise finally knew his identity.

"The middle name, I hope it's from your family's name, my love." McLaggen's smile deepened, offering Blaise's pleasure appropriately, which he could do, as long as, he knew, the principles to follow.

Blaise heard this, and a picture flashed through his mind.

"Bring me a baby, will you?"

This sentence, he whispered softly in Daphne's ear, it was one of the few, the most sincere love words he said, without any hypocrisy at all.

Recently, the girl in my memory is beginning to disappear.

" I guess, I hope the middle name is up to you, but I like the name Fionn. " Blaise rejected the man's offer and called out another name.

Fionn, is the name of the man's grandfather.

Not surprisingly, Blaise got a look of approval from McLaggen's face.

Blaise didn't want his unborn baby to have any symbols associated with the Zabini surname.

How long it took Blaise to accept that he had a child in his womb, a child he never wanted.

He spent a lot of time convincing himself that this child must not be aborted. He hoped that this child could make a man slightly divert his possessiveness towards him.

" Originally, there is some good news I want to tell you later, but I think the timing is right now. " The man immersed in joy suddenly spoke.

" What is worth sharing ?  " The good news from the man's mouth was nothing more than that it was related to the Ministry of Magic again. He always knew that the man was highly valued by Lord Potter.

McLaggen and Entwhistle worshiped Lord Potter like the Lestrange couple did to Voldemort, and no one in the entire wizarding world could match them.

Maybe it was McLaggen getting a promotion or something, and Blaise was going to get over it in a perfunctory way, he was really bored with these things.

" We caught it. " The man said with a very gentle smile.

The familiar tone made Blaise let go of the thought of prevaricating just now.

"Catch who?" Blaise maintained a calm tone. He knew that men had arrested many rebels in recent years.

"Ginny Weasley and her brothers, it should be said so, dead Ginny Weasley, and her two brothers who kept hiding." The man was satisfied with Blaise's calm just now.

Blaise's mind was actively blocking the thought of killing the man in front of him.

He no longer had a wand, and although the Ministry of Magic had no evidence that he had anything to do with Daphne's assassination plan, he had his wand confiscated by the Ministry at Nott's suggestion. At the time, the man did not stop and was satisfied with the move.

"Interestingly, the weasel is still pregnant, four months old." The man's face was pressed against Blaise's ear, and his voice was as warm as ever.

"Before she dies, I'll be able to piece things together, my love."

Blaise was trembling, the man didn't seem to notice Blaise's pale face, and gently placed his hands on Blaise's belly.

"You know, my love, what I hate the most is when someone cheats on me, especially where I can see it."

McLaggen pressed his lips against Blaise's ear.

"You know, I can always to forgive."

In this moment, Blaise realized, he'd never really known this man.

Chapter Text

Nott is an ancient surname, the family origins can be traced back to the Argead dynasty.

Nott is a family of wizards who are proficient in ancient black arts and many lost spells, and are proud of it.

Over the millennia, members of the Nott family traveled through history, and among them, Hephaestion wielded great power in the Argead Empire. He was known as the Golden Crown Supporter of the Great, the Sage at the Throne, and the Supreme Regent of the Empire.

Not only that, but Hephaestion was the only owner of the Emperor's blood, although, in order not to be detected by Muggles, Hephaestion had to fake his death.

"We walk through it" Hephaestion's last words became the family motto of the Notts.

Theodore Nott, in his childhood, was informed by visions of the impending decline and fall of Lord Voldemort.

As a chosen oracle, he never let it out, even though his father Timotheus was the most devoted follower of Lord Voldemort.

"My wise Theodore, your gift will be a secret you must guard carefully, even if through your gift you have seen this man win the future, even if he is chosen by the gods, remember the silent whisper. "

"My prudent Theodore, we write history, and we walk through it, and the powerful wait at the door, like wolves, eager for us to lean and make history for them."

"My silent Theodore, you must bear this in mind. The Nott family has always stood firm amidst the tide of wizarding history, and we are like fruit trees planted in the land of the Hesperides."

"My perfect Theodore, every era changes, there will always be people who covet our wealth and power, even blood, but we always maintain a gray political stance, we are related to other ancient pure blood, but we are wiser than them . "

"My dear Theodore, please forgive the gift of your ancestors."

His other father, the man who bore him had said so, just before the man would step into the kingdom of Hypnos.

After that day, he saw Thestral.

"Which house do you think you'll be sorted into, Theodore?" His father's tone sounded as if he was absolutely certain that he would be sorted into the Slytherin house.

Of course, like most of the Blacks and Averys or Lestranges, the Notts were almost Slytherin, with a few Ravenclaws, but they were always cloaked in gray.

The father was a poor heir to the family, and after the death of the more cunning Papa, his mind was completely obsessed with following the Dark Duke.

But his father never forced himself to be loyal to the Dark Lord, he only cared about his son being a perfect Slytherin.

Almost all Nott members have become the perfect Slytherin, cold, ruthless, and calculating, while holding the core of pure-bloodism and worshiping clean and abundant blood.

Relying on the huge wealth of the Malfoy family and his own inheritance of Black blood, Draco Malfoy looked down on many pure-bloods, this was Lucius Malfoy's education for him.

Even the Crabbe family and the Parkinson family, which had an older inheritance than the Malfoy family, eventually became followers of Lucius Malfoy. Draco could do as he pleased, dominating any pure-blooded Slytherin child of his own age.

The only exception was Theodore Nott, who, under Lucius Malfoy's warning, Draco never saw Theodore as an inferior being, they were equal to each other, and realized that they needed to meet occasionally.

Theodore and Malfoy were never friends, they each took what they needed so that their father could be an alliance in the Dark Lord's camp, and there was never a marriage contract between them, as each was quite an influential pure-blood family heir .

"I think a house belonging to the Salazar Slytherin is an absolute choice," he replied to his father.

Theodore, who grew up to eleven years old, was taller than all the children of the same age, and acquired the family characteristics inherited from Papa. He was pale, tall and thin, slender, with thick eyebrows, and had a pair of blue-green eyes between blue and green. These are from the old Rimbaud family.

Only the hair is like all Nott family members, very dark brown, looks very similar to Hephaestion.

"Timotheus's child is very beautiful, Lucius. Perhaps we might consider persuading Timotheus to marry his child to ours?" Narcissa's whispers at the funeral were so clear.

Thankfully, on the express train, no one bothered him easily, not even Malfoy, who took the time to look for him.

Stephen Cornfoot is the only one with the same blood lineage as him, and they sat quietly together and made plans for the future of the discipline.

They totally veto Sybill Trelawney's subjects, they will not learn anything useful in that false prophet's class, advanced potions and alchemy and the study of ancient runes are important.

They hope that there will be advanced healing.

"Bump!!!" The box door was opened heavily.

Obviously, it was a Muggle-born girl who opened the door of the box without manners. Behind the girl was a round-faced boy with tears streaming down his face.

When the round-faced boy saw Theodore Nott sitting inside, he seemed to stop crying, and leaned close behind the Muggle girl, somewhat intimidated.

"Did you see a toad, please?" the Muggle girl said imperiously, as if they had to give her an answer.

Those big brown eyes surveyed the entire carriage without any scruples.

"I think you shouldn't ask us this question." Stephen, who has always been very gentle, decided that the girl was not suitable to be a friend the moment the girl spoke.

"Perhaps, you should ask the prefects. They will pin the letter "P" on the neckline of their robes, and besides, magical creatures always remember their masters." Theodore's tone was very soft, not trying to be sarcastic at all.

Apparently, Muggle girls don't know how to read words.

"Are you two planning your school schedule for the rest of the year? This is crazy, I believe there are some subjects that should be taught that are safer and more accessible to all children."

The girl was talking to herself, her brown eyes kept drifting to every part of the car, and she noticed a book with a gorgeous cover on the table, she was sure that it might be a very precious book.

She had never read the book, at least not in every bookstore in Diagon Alley.

"Pure-blood families always have a lot of books," said one old man she met in a bookstore.

Just as the Muggle girl was about to take a step forward, the round-faced boy tugged on her cuff just in time.

"I almost forgot, I have to look for the toad first." The Muggle girl said awkwardly. At this time, she fully noticed the indifferent expressions of the two boys in the compartment, and then left the compartment door without any apology.

Unlike the Muggle girls, the round-faced boy gave them a slight nod, which meant a silent apology.

"Longbottom, I believe today was purely accidental, and besides, it has nothing to do with you."

Hearing what the heir of the Nott family said, Neville was relieved. Although the Nott boy had the same respected family background as Malfoy, fortunately the rumors were correct, and the Nott boy never put on an air like Malfoy.

After nodding again to apologize, Neville left immediately.

Although there were a total of fifty-four freshmen this year, it quickly came to the "N" sort of hat.

There was no emotion on his face.

"You're the most Slytherin Nott I've ever seen, isn't Nott ready for another era?" said the hat in a muffled voice, with the hat on his head.

"Shouldn't I? No matter who wins this era, Nott is always ready for another era." He gave an ambiguous answer, asking the hat in turn.

"The last Nott who was able to talk to me gave me a guide, this time, will you also give me a direction?" The hat did not respond to the previous question.

"Forseti, I swear by the name of my ancestor Hephaestion, and Eosphorus, the bearer of the dawn, will guide you in a clear direction. May blessings be upon you."

The hat finally came to a decision after a short period of thought.

"If this is the best start to an era, then you are a perfect fit.....SLYTHERIN!!!"

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A long time ago, Ginny was obsessed with Harry Potter in the fairy tale book, and kept imagining Harry's appearance, whether he really had a pair of green eyes full of infinite vitality as the story said.

Facts have proved that Ginny's expectation was wrong, from beginning to end.

As one of the few surviving members of the Weasley family, he never stopped fleeing.

The movements of those hunters were far faster, stronger, more sensitive, and more cruel than he had imagined.

Wearing dark robes, they walked into every living land, and took away any wizard or witch who was considered an enemy.

He had heard it with his own ears and almost witnessed it with his own eyes. What happened to those who resisted the Dark Lord.

Dedalus Diggle was thrown from the high towers of the Ministry of Magic by hunters, a rope hung around his neck, and the little wizard struggled. The crowd watched his face gradually turn an unforgettable purple.

Katie Bell's body was bound by several ropes, and the hunters hung the brown-haired girl upside down, and let her be pecked to death by dozens of crows fed by the hunters.

Elphias Doge was hung on the stone gate, and a dozen hunters each held a barbed iron whip, leaving wounds on the old man one after another. Doge's tongue was cut out and he was completely unable to speak, and he was eventually put to the ancient torture of having his body impaled.

Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet were directly beheaded by hunters in front of the crowd. Their heads were placed on display shelves in the main square of Hogsmeade, and the blood on their heads has not yet dried up.

Geoffrey Hooper, who once laughed at Lord Potter, was stuffed into the bull of Phalaris. The blazing fire was beating under the belly of the bull. The smell of burnt flesh and desperate cries almost became the nightmare of many people.

Mundungus Fletcher was blinded and placed in the arena. A dozen Thestral loyal to Lord Potter quickly devoured Mundungus, and he kept crying as he was swallowed by the Thestral.

The most well-known torture is what happened to Lee Jordan.

Jordan was hung in front of the Muggle Prime Minister's Mansion, his mouth was sewn shut with dozens of hemp threads, his half-cut tongue was exposed, and it was full of iron nails.

Jordan's limbs had been cut off by a completely immature cutting spell, and his body was firmly fixed to the street lamp of the Muggle street by magic spells.

On Jordan's almost skinless forehead, the word "Mudblood" was engraved, Jordan's eyes and throat were pierced with glass, and his body experienced terrible burns, as if he had been placed in an oven.

When the Muggles finally lowered Jordan's body from the tree, it was discovered that Jordan was still breathing his last breath. In the end, he died of his injuries.

There are quite a lot of tortures like this, too numerous to enumerate.

"Another person is going to be executed." In front of the bulletin board, the people were discussing, and the portrait printed on the execution poster was constantly struggling.

Cautiously, he looked around, fearing that the hunter was here.

After confirming that there were no hunters, he slowly walked towards the bulletin board.

Those eyes, he remembered.

That face, he remembered.

The woman who can change into any hair color at will.

"Unanimously approved by all Wizengamot councils, first degree war criminal Nymphadora Lupine has an unforgivable sentence and will be sentenced to a Dementor's Kiss." The poster reads, as if there was no hesitation that Nymphadora Lupine was about to become an empty shell without a soul.

He still remembered that his mother had asked him to marry this woman.

He remembered well the lightheartedness of Nymphadora.

About her smile, her voice, her expressions, her signature self-introduction, and her crush on him.

But he knew he couldn't do anything.

All he can do is live on.

Quickly, he clutched his hood, ready to flee to the next town, he couldn't stay in one town for too long, he had no choice.

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"Our government has collapsed." On the TV, a man in a suit kept yelling at the camera, his face full of anger and a little imperceptible fear.

It was only the second day in July, and the United Kingdom government once again lost a prime minister, a prime minister who had just won the general election three days ago.

Similarly,  has also lost many members of Parliament and many cabinet ministers.

All over the United Kingdom right now, people are in panic. Any politician will pray hard before going to work, praying that the god of death will not come, and praying that they can survive today's off-duty day.

The news station no longer broadcasts where there is good food and where there is fun.

During the year, the United Kingdom Government suffered a very brutal blow.

"This is the third time, Lord didn't intend to intervene?"

As the first assistant to the Director of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, Pritchard, who has beautiful blonde hair, was watching the TV screen and muttering.

Immediately, Pritchard turned his head and asked his boss who had just finished his business.

Zacharias Smith just sneered after hearing this.

"I don't think the Lord is in the mood to take care of such trivial matters." Smith's tone was quite clear, as if discussing the weather, and he didn't care at all that the Muggle government had lost three prime ministers within a year.

At the beginning, the Muggle government was able to use Shacklebolt's provisional government to interfere in everything in the wizarding world under the recommendation of the first-class war criminal Hermione Weasley.

Now, the Lord was simply giving back what the Muggle government had done.

It is far more effective to exile a few extreme pure-bloods to the Muggle world than to be punished in Azkaban.

Hearing Zacharias' answer, Pritchard looked into the eyes of his boss with some doubts.

Previously, the wizarding world had been rumored that The Lord was fully prepared to send someone to take over the Muggle government.

"That's not something you can ask, Pritchard." Zacharias' voice quickly turned cold, and he said to the blond assistant indifferently.

Zacharias knows his first assistant.

Pritchard is quite intelligent, his ability is unquestionable, coupled with his identity as a Slytherin family, he can be said to be a popular candidate for the next Director of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

It's just that the pure blood behind Pritchard obviously didn't take it well.

Once upon a time, several purebloods who had prospered with the rise of the Dark Lord were no longer honorable.

They don't know how to handle their roles in front of the Lord.

Under Lord's transformation, the so-called "new purebloods" are the dignitaries of this new world.

"Yes." Looking at Zacharias' warning eyes, Pritchard also knew that this was a question that shouldn't be asked.

"What the wizarding world lacks most is talented wizards, remember that, Pritchard."

After saying this, Zacharias walked towards his own private lounge without looking back.

He hoped Pritchard didn't make a stupid choice.

After all, he personally admired Pritchard's work and people skills.

Time to add another golden-haired pureblood to the Smith estate.

Zacharias poured himself a glass of juice, his expression unchanged.

He loves the smell of cranberries.

Zacharias has always believed that he is a smart person, whether it is in Hufflepuff or among the Hogwarts freshmen who were sorted in 1991. Before entering the sorting, he had ruled out the possibility of entering other colleges and focused on entering Hufflepuff.

He remembered the question the Hat had asked him.

"Even if you can't become a Hufflepuff, you insist on getting in there?"

His answer was only one word "yes", for no other reason, and he didn't intend to say anything more.

He doesn't like the feeling of being watched.

Especially, the half-blooded white wizard who always claimed to be righteous.

It is widely believed that the Smith family is descended from Helga Hufflepuff.

But it was never known that neither of the two ancestors of the Smith family actually had a trace of Helga Hufflepuff's blood.

Although the two ancestors of the Smith family were indeed brought up by Hufflepuff, those in power inside knew that the Smith family and Salazar Slytherin had an indescribable kinship relationship.

Even, some family members among them were able to inherit Parseltongue, but they never made it clear to the outside world.

The half-breed Dumbledore, who called himself the Chief of Light, never realized that the Smiths were huge, let alone cold-blooded liars.

What the Dark Lord had done to Hepzibah had never been enough to shake the core of the Smith family's thinking, let alone make them actively join the camp of half-blood wizards.

When that Lupine was invited into Hogwarts as a professor, he knew that Dumbledore's chess game was a wrong move.

How could Zacharias, who is proficient in fantastic biology, not be able to smell the stink that is unique to werewolves.

It's just that Zacharias didn't want to expose Dumbledore's lies from the very beginning, and using as much information as possible could bring benefits to the Smith family.

Therefore, he chose to leave some clues behind his back, some evidence that could be perceived by others.

When Justin and Wayne conspired to accuse Dumbledore of letting werewolves into Hogwarts, he chose to remain silent, wondering who gave Justin and Wayne the guts.

Soon, the answer was revealed.

When Zacharias faced the Lord that night, there was no hypocrisy at all.

"Can you ensure the loyalty of the Smiths?" In the shadow of the firelight, the Lord's face looked even more grim.

"If I can't, then the Smith family is ready to perish in history." Facing the cruel Lord, Zacharias has no fear, and all he thinks at the moment is to ensure the continuation of the Smith family.

"Smith, I'm curious about something." The Lord stared at him with his emerald green eyes.

"You've got enough ambition and cunning to get into Slytherin, why did the hat choose to put you in Hufflepuff?" The Lord's voice sounded ethereal.

It never occurred to Zacharias that the Lord would ask this question.

If it was the white wizard, Zacharias had thousands of reasons to prevaricate, but the other party was the Lord, and the Lord always only needed a clear and pragmatic answer.

"For inheritance."

"To ensure that we continue to carry on our bloodline under the guise of other Slytherin houses."

After all, in the Lord's bloodline, there is indeed also the inheritance belonging to the Smith family.

"Then I need a reason to reuse you." Lord's tone was indeed as deceptive as many people said.

"What if, I say, I can let you rule over the entire British Muggle world?" Zacharias said confidently.

The Lord looked at him with a smile, taking it for granted, satisfied with the answer.

"Just let me see how you can lay my first bricks into the Muggle world."

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Cold...

Weird...

Biting...

Dim…

Desperate...

Seamus, who was trying to hide his inner fear, could feel himself being led into a relatively spacious but uncomfortable space.

Black cloth tightly covered his eyes.

Seamus could only try to think of something else.

He was a half-blood wizard, and he knew very well that he had a half chance of being pardoned.

But as a former member of the D.A. and a close ally of the Order of the Phoenix, he wasn't sure.

Dean Thomas was the first half-blood wizard to be pardoned by Lord Potter simply because he was the biological father of Morag MacDougal's unborn child.

The MacDougal family has a long-term marriage relationship with the ancient pure-blood Crouch family, and managed to maintain a neutral stance in the second and third wars. Coupled with the warning from Barty Crouch Jr., they did not rise up against Potter's army. This A little cleverness allowed them to maintain their status and join the Ministry of Magic after the war.

However, Dean soon failed to live up to this expectation, not long after the birth of his only son.

Dean took the initiative to get in touch with Nymphadora Lupin, Cho Chang, Ginny Weasley, Lee Jordan, Michael Corner and others who led the underground rebellion.

When Potter's hunters captured Nymphadora Lupin's base, Dean was not given the chance to be pardoned again and was immediately sentenced to death.

Even though Dean's wife Morag tried every means to save his life.

He was present when Dean was executed.

However, Dean soon failed to live up to this expectation, not long after the birth of his only son.

Dean took the initiative to get in touch with Nymphadora Lupin, Cho Chang, Ginny Weasley, Lee Jordan, Michael Corner and others who led the underground rebellion.

When Potter's hunters captured Nymphadora Lupin's base, Dean was not given the chance to be pardoned again and was immediately sentenced to death.

Even though Dean's wife Morag tried every means to save his life.

He was present when Dean was executed.

The Dementors were hungrier than ever, and before Dean could even make a sound, he was reduced to a soulless husk, along with Nymphadora Lupin and Hestia Jones, who were ordered to be executed.

Suddenly, he wondered clearly about the ultimate fate of Teddy Lupine, Professor Lupine's only son.

At the height of the Third War, Potter strongly supported the retention of magical children in the wizarding world, and publicly stated that most Muggles would not be able to properly care for children with magical cores.

Although there are Fletchley and Entwhistle with Muggle-born backgrounds among Potter's staff, they are Potter's most loyal minions.

Fletchley used his family's influence in the Muggle world to rationalize the hunter's actions of hunting prisoners in the Muggle world. Entwhistle became St Mungo's only balance with his superiority in healing and conjuration.

Both are already entrenched in the Wizengamot seat.

Seamus thinks that he has nothing outstanding. He can even make it clear that he is not the one who is taken seriously in the D.A., and his suggestions within the D.A. are often regarded as useless and jealous by Granger.

He even established very secret friendships with Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle, and Lilium Moon who belonged to the House of Slytherin.

However, there is no doubt that he is involved in the D.A. and assists the Order of the Phoenix.

He could feel that he had left the dungeon.

He had left Azkaban just two days ago.

Immediately, the hunters who had brought him out of Azkaban took him into a dungeon.

As he left Azkaban, he heard cries from the next cell.

"Justin, it's a courtesy to remove the blindfold for our guest."

It was a beautiful and attractive voice, and Seamus knew exactly who the owner of this voice was.

Harry Potter...no...is Hydrus Black-Potter, the uncrowned King of the Wizarding World.

The black cloth strips were completely removed.

Seamus felt a little dazzling due to not seeing sunlight for a long time.

What was shown before his eyes was a grand and spacious hall, with thick floors paved with black marble, and some sunlight pouring down from the exaggerated skylight. Although it seemed to illuminate the entire black hall, it failed to dispel the hidden dangers in the entire hall. of darkness.

Just like the palaces he had seen before, the halls exuded a sense of majesty.

Huge tapestries were hung on the stone walls on both sides of the hall, and each tapestry shone with silver light.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Mr. Finnigan. I had to show my loyalty to my lord, so I brought you here quickly and in a simple way." The voice from beside him interrupted Seamus' thoughts, and Pull back those eyes that are still observing the surroundings.

Seamus followed the sound and looked to the person next to him.

He has short dark reddish-brown hair, two iconic bunny front teeth, and a seemingly friendly smile.

It was none other than one of Potter's two most dangerous Muggles, Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Justin had been his best friend in the past, not only because they both came from well-to-do Muggle families, but largely because they had several interests in common.

When Justin chose to leave D.A., he never understood it, but he respected it.

"Finigan, I think it's time to release you." An ethereal but majestic tone quickly made Seamus look towards the front of the hall.

It was a towering throne with stairs. On both sides of the throne, there was a lifelike stone sculpture of a giant snake.

The most unforgettable thing is the throne itself. The back of the throne is probably higher than an adult mountain monster. The handle and base of the throne seem to be decorated with human bones.

The man who rules the world is standing above, playing with a magic wand in his hand.

Yes, the man is Hydrus Black-Potter.

"Come forward, Finnigan."

In an instant, Seamus felt his body being enveloped by a mist.

The mist are gray-green.

When Seamus regained consciousness, he was only ten steps away from the throne.

Potter was wearing a black robe, and his whole person was even colder than before. What remained unchanged was his short black hair like a winter night, and his green eyes that seemed to pierce people's hearts directly.

The famous Dark Lord's scar seemed to have gained enough nourishment with Potter's ambition and darkness. The unignorable scar ran diagonally across Potter's nose and extended to the corner of Potter's mouth on the left side of his face.

Potter had taken off his Muggle glasses, hung a locket symbolizing his Slytherin heritage around his neck, and wore a gray-green ring on his finger.

"Finigan, I think with your intelligence, you must understand why I want to release you." Potter smiled, looking somewhat sincere.

Seamus had never seen Potter smile like this before.

"Now, tell me, are you willing to contribute your blood and body to create new hope for the wizarding world?"

"And continue the ancient legacy of Sayre."

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She is a supporter of pure-blood theory, and perhaps, some people will define her that way.

But that is a fallacy.

She didn't care much for the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.

She just hated the unclean blood flowing on her body.

She was guilty before the war.

At the beginning, she chose to join Malfoy and his friends.

Although, she always knew that they would make fun of her behind her back, and even give her a nasty nickname.

Parkinson and Runcorn didn't hesitate to use various nicknames to humiliate her, but she didn't care at all.

She just needs to look more like a pureblood.

Strangely, she was not the only mixed-race student who was sorted into Slytherin that year.

That year, in addition to Davis, Potter appeared in Slytherin.

Among the group of little snakes, there was Harry Potter, who was widely regarded by Gryffindors as the Flag of Light.

Potter is a Slytherin.

She heard Davis and Moon talking in low voices, which seemed to be filled with a little fear.

She overheard some gossip in their conversations.

Potter had rejected Malfoy's advances in the car, but he had not accepted the Weasley child at the same time.

He sat deep in the carriage, isolated from all visitors, and his dark green eyes seemed to sparkle with silver.

She noticed that, unlike the way Malfoy and his friends viewed Potter after the Sorting Ceremony, Nott was the first person to speak to Potter and the first to accept it.

As Malfoy said later, Nott gave Potter a lot of guidance and took the initiative to serve as Potter's guide in Slytherin.

She sincerely believed that at that time, Nott had already decided to become Potter's bed partner.

Nott is a hidden version of the Dominator. Unlike Malfoy who wants to rule over all Slytherin pure bloods, Nott only controls the people he wants to control.

Nott and Malfoy are equally cunning, worldly, and paranoid.

But Nott knows how to make himself harmless and non-threatening.

That year, no one in Slytherin except himself and Malfoy took Nott as a potential threat seriously.

Zabini and Greengrass, who claim to be smart, reveal their weaknesses in front of Nott without reservation. Among them, Greengrass's ambition to get involved with Potter is obvious.

So, Nott was standing in the shadows, just as she expected.

Nott's seemingly pale and sickly face is perfect for his role, a Slytherin who only cares about himself.

No one paid much attention to Nott's side. Cornfoot was always there, talking to Nott under the big tree.

In the third year, she saw Boot and Patil and Goldstein under the tree, and even more, Hopkins and Entwhistle.

Malfoy never broke the contact with Nott, she knew that it was not an ordinary friendship, they only crossed paths out of necessity.

At the same time, this connection caused Malfoy, Nott, and Potter to become a hidden Slytherin triangle. They adapted to each other in the darkness and misled everyone deep in the cellar.

On the surface, Malfoy constantly tried to compete for the leadership of Slytherin and went to great lengths to consolidate his position, but his followers never realized that Malfoy never directly conflicted with Potter.

They began to dominate everyone.

She is the only one who realizes this.

Percy Prewett-Black was the first Slytherin with Weasley blood. In the third year, he chose to open the Chamber of Secrets, mixed with the diary belonging to the previous generation of Dark Lords. Soon, this message was believed to be Potter's intention to release the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets.

She is one of the few who knows the truth.

To this end, she decided to join the Potter camp.

Nott stood in front of her, watching, his eyes full of scrutiny, with Cornfoot and Entwhistle standing next to her.

"Are you so eager to become one of us?" Potter's voice was very soft, concealing his cruelty at the previous moment.

Potter's hands were covered in blood and the look on his face suggested he was enjoying it.

A centaur fell to the hem of Potter's robes, barely able to hide the horror on his face as he died. 

She knew the centaurs name, Firenze.

Then she followed them.

In the Room of Requirement, she saw Percival Prewett-Black sitting next to Potter.

Only then did she fully understand that releasing the basilisk was just a means to defeat Dumbledore.

They need to get that basilisk to eat Fawkes.

Then, Potter murmured, casting a vicious spell that had been lost for centuries.

That phoenix didn't even have a chance to rise from the ashes.

"Yes, my Lord, I will pledge it in my blood." She heard her voice tremble.

On the fourth day after she decided to join Potter, Potter asked her to be the liaison between the other Ravenclaws who had not yet surrendered to him.

This meant that she had to come into contact with the crazy Luna Lovegood, and she had reason to believe that Potter could see unusual and crazy intelligence under that dirty blond hair and a pair of carrot earrings.

As predicted, Luna Lovegood became Potter's most loyal ally.

At the same time, after getting along day and night, she became Luna Lovegood's only support.

When Xenophilius died, their relationship quickly transformed and they became close partners.

Luna Lovegood took the initiative to become her partner, although she was not sure yet whether Luna Lovegood really loved her or if the girl just needed a reason to live.

Just like herself, she always needs a reason to live.

Unfortunately, her mother died at the hands of a group of Death Eaters because she was of Muggle origin.

Her father, who lived a terrible and disappointing life as an alcoholic, died just before her seventh birthday.

So she was adopted by her father's family, where the nagging old woman hinted again and again that her mother's bloodline wasn't pure and beautiful enough, and she decided that she just needed to look more like a pureblood.

Perhaps, not the best, but she can make herself the smartest.

Luna Lovegood became the person she most envied. Luna Lovegood took the initiative to embrace those crazinesses and give them the greatest space for development.

She was sincerely obsessed with Lovegood's actions.

That's why she chose to make Lovegood her wife.

In the end, she gave up her restraint and embraced another side of herself, one that was tough and freewheeling.

She shuddered enough to feel her nervous breath as she managed to slip the ring that had once belonged to her mother onto the blonde's finger.

She truly felt that these were more important and exciting than others recognizing her as a pureblood. She felt that her chest was filled with tension and satisfaction.

She is excited that she has chosen the right position in history.

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Harry couldn't say a word.

The taller boy could only be allowed to carry out the immediate aftermath work.

Piers crouched in front of the green-eyed boy, diligently wiping the floor.

And habitually put detergent in the bucket.

There was some citrus mixed with the smell of grass in the detergent, and he remembered very well that Harry liked the smell.

Right after he kissed Harry.

"Piers , I love the smell of citrus mixed with grass on you."

The green-eyed boy stood there, seemingly not caring that his clothes were covered in blood.

Harry tried to keep the blood on his clothes from falling to the floor.

Harry looked more vulnerable and innocent than ever.

It's not the first time.

Definitely not the last time.

"Piers, what should I do?" the green-eyed boy asked timidly.

The boy's emerald green eyes seemed to contain countless innocence.

It was all so fast for the boy, he didn't even notice the screaming, he was just angry, very, very angry.

Piers stopped what he was doing when he saw a flash of panic in the boy's eyes.

Nothing was more important to him than comforting the boy.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Piers stood up. He was taller than Harry at the same age.

Harry is still a boy in his eyes.

It was the boy he had kissed passionately on the sand.

They had made an eternal vow on the sand.

"Does it hurt? My little squirrel." Piers asked the boy.

He kissed the boy's hair with a soothing and gentle expression.

The boy could only nod.

Harry could only let Piers do whatever he wanted.

Piers skillfully removed Harry's blood-stained clothes.

It didn't take long, and in a blink of an eye, all Harry was wearing was a pair of dark gray briefs.

The bruises from the past on the boy's body did not fade away with time, but became darker.

Without a moment's hesitation, Piers knelt down and kissed the bruises of various sizes.

He remembered one of the bruises.

The one on Harry's chest.

Piers kissed that spot gently.

"Only in this way will the pain disappear, Harry." Piers lowered his voice to a whisper.

I'm the prince who saved you, Harry.

The green-eyed boy looked straight ahead. There was a man lying there, silently.

The color of the sweater on the man's body is no longer distinguishable.

"Look at me, everything will be better, remember? My little squirrel." Piers raised his head and stared closely into Harry's green eyes, a pair of sea-blue eyes full of love.

Piers didn't know when he was, he could only see Harry.

Maybe it was the day at the zoo when he heard Harry whisper to the snake.

Harry never knew how much he loved him.

Yes, love.

Piers never found love from his alcoholic mother.

She always brought home one man after another, with no time to care about her son who was forgotten in the corner.

Every time she woke up, she would throw the ashtray on Piers' head and scold the man she brought home again and again.

One day, she saw one of the men she brought home trying to rape him.

She calls him a monster.

Yes, a monster.

Just like Dudley called Harry.

When he saw Harry being abused by Vernon and Dudley, his heart seemed to be called by something.

He felt like this family, how could they deserve to live, just like his drunkard mother.

When he tried to push his mother down the stairs, he felt no shame in that moment.

He just resented that his mother did not fall to death because of this.

"But, he... died... I killed... Uncle Vernon." Tears gathered in Harry's eyes.

Vernon Dursley's body fell there, with a look of horror on his face, his hands twisted, his neck broken, and a large wound on his chest, but Piers was sure that Vernon looked better than ever at this time.

Piers pulled Harry into his arms.

He promised Harry that he would be the Knight of the Rose forever.

and Prince of the Dunes.

"Harry, this was all an accident, remember?" Piers hugged Harry tightly.

His eyes were full of tenderness, something he had learned from watching TV for Harry.

Twelve-year-old Harry killed Vernon Dursley with his own hands.

"He saw us together, Piers, he saw us kissing, and he said he was going to tell Ms. Polkiss." Harry pushed Piers away slightly and told him the truth.

This is not the first time.

"I'm just mad." Harry's innocent eyes seemed like he was a born victim.

When Harry was nine years old, the girl who falsely accused Harry of cheating was bitten to death by a venomous snake.

"I believe you." Without any doubts, Piers believed Harry completely, and Vernon needed to keep his mouth shut forever.

When Harry was ten years old, both Petunia and Dudley died in a horrific car accident, with Dudley's head being severed and dropped on the side of the road.

"Really?" Harry looked at him with wide green eyes, like a squirrel.

When Harry was eleven years old, the old woman Figg hanged herself by a street lamp in front of her door.

"It was all just an accident, like I told you, an accident." Piers carefully wiped the glasses that Harry had accidentally dropped next to Vernon's body.

His Harry was innocent.