Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 292 Harry's Killing Intent

"That's his ultimate plan, I dare say," Fudge said vaguely.

"So we have to catch Black before that, which is very important. If You-Know-Who is just alone, with no friends and no henchmen, that would be a different situation. But if his henchmen and minions come back, he will soon be It will make a comeback, and the thought of this makes me shudder."

Thinking of Blake's crazy plan, everyone took a breath of air. It's been more than ten years since the peaceful days, and no one wants to return to that terrible dark day, where everyone was shivering under the fear of Voldemort. day.

"Or, Connelly, if you want to have dinner with the Headmaster, I can be responsible for introducing, or we can go back to the castle together now." Professor McGonagall couldn't hold back, she wanted to invite Fudge and Dumbledore to have a good talk.

Speaking of this, everyone couldn't sit still. They quickly packed up and hurriedly got up and left. The doors of the Three Broomsticks opened and closed, a flurry of snowflakes drifted past, and the teachers left.

……..

"Harry!"

When George dragged Harry out from under the table, he was so dumbfounded that he couldn't react at all.

Ron and Hermione looked at him extremely worried, but the huge shock of information made Harry completely unconscious, and he couldn't react when everyone called him and talked to him.

In the end, George simply stunned Harry and carried him back to Hogwarts like a sack.

Even after losing consciousness, Harry's mind was full of what he had just heard.

No one had ever told him before that he was the victim and the client. But again he's an outsider, he's excluded from the truth, he doesn't know anything.

No one told him the truth, whether it was Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge...

None of them planned to tell him that his parents were betrayed to death by their best friends, and they didn't care about his identity and thoughts at all.

But Harry himself cared so much about it that it was the only connection he could have with his family, whether it was a shared love or a shared hate.

At night, Harry woke up from his bed, his stomach growling, and he found next to his pillow, there was prepared bread, fragrant, and there was a packaged drink next to him, which was his favorite smell. He knew that this was specially prepared for him by his friends.

But he didn't have the slightest thought to pay attention to this. He quietly got up from the bed and walked all the way to his bedside table. He found what he was looking for.

He went back to the bed, drew the curtains around him, and summoned the light. He flipped through the album one by one, looking at the young, beautiful, lively and happy parents in the photos. Back then, they were just like him now, and Harry could still see that he and the mother in the photo were more and more alike.

He flipped through the pages slowly until... he turned to the photos of his parents getting married. His father was waving at him, and Harry looked away from him.

He's not as smart as Professor McGonagall says, on the contrary, he's stupid. Because of his gullibility and stupidity, he ruined all happiness, ruined everything for him, and ruined everything for Harry.

Harry looked at the mother in the picture, a happy smile on her face.

There was something wet in Harry's eyes that kept falling. He stretched out his fingers and touched the photo lightly, "This poor woman, she doesn't know her future yet."

Then Harry saw another man, a man who held hands with James Potter, dear, like brothers.

Harry had never noticed this person before, he had only his parents in his eyes. Seeing this face now, he still can't imagine the person in this photo,

It's Sirius Black.

His face was nothing like the wanted photo, not sunken and sallow, but handsome, sunny. He was smiling, looking like he was really smiling.

Was he already working for Voldemort by then? Are you already planning to kill the two people around you? Or maybe he fell after graduation, and after seeing the hardships of the adult world, he turned to Voldemort.

When he fantasized about being Voldemort's leader, did he ever think that he would be imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years.

"He hasn't given up until now. He escaped this time, not only trying to kill me, but also thinking about resurrecting Voldemort." Harry murmured.

Looking at that hippie smile, handsome and sunny face, Harry just felt a cramp in his stomach, and he felt a pang of nausea. He closed the album heavily, stuffed the album back on the bedside table, took off his glasses, and lay back on the bed.

Hatred was like poison in Harry's body, in his blood. Scene after scene appeared before his eyes, and he could see Blake laughing horribly at him through the darkness. Black laughed wildly and blew Peter Pettigrew into pieces.

He also seemed to hear Blake muttering excitedly, "Master, it's done, stupid Potter made me their couple's secret." Another voice he was familiar with, laughed sharply.

Scene after scene, images continued to surface from the depths of his mind. Mother's pleading, fear, worry, Voldemort's grin, threat, and madness.

Coldness and killing intent spread in Harry's heart, blood flowing. He hated a lot of people, he hated a lot of people, but he didn't think about killing anyone.

He hated Snape, but he didn't intend to kill Snape. He hated Malfoy, but he didn't think about killing Malfoy. He hates Lucius, and he will indeed kill Lucius if given the chance. Now, he hates Sirius Black, he has to kill Black, he has to kill him.

Harry didn't know whether he was awake or dreaming. He was in a trance, and the scenes were like waves, dragging him in, drowning him, swallowing him, and making him unable to escape.

The hazy moonlight scatters on the ground, through the glass window, on a small bed. A lonely figure, a poor body, tossing and turning on the bed.

There were various expressions of pain on the young face of the figure, and a shallow moan was emitted. It was like the mourning of hell, like the low voice of the abyss, and the sound contained icy coldness. The roommates on the bed beside them unconsciously wrapped their quilts and shrank into a ball in their sleep.

It wasn't until he woke up again that Harry finally emerged from the darkness and silence.

.....

At breakfast, Hermione and Ron waited for Harry on purpose, and to their relief, Harry did look a lot more normal. He is still listless, but at least he can respond to everyone's concerns, he will know that he should eat, and everything is going in the right direction.