svetikya Chapter 86, is his surname Rozier? Teacher
Chapter 86, is his surname Rozier? Teacher
Blaise Zabini covered one cheek with a handkerchief; "Dean, I have a complaint!"
Everyone: ……
Dumbledore gestured to Snape: You Slytherin? How did you get here?
Snape looked back with annoyance: "Do I know everything? Do you want me to tell you where Voldemort is?"
Dumbledore:
Snape: "Assuming you don't have anything important to do, then I think brave Mr. Zabini should add -10 points to the House, through your smooth and unwrinkled brain."
Blaise Zabini: How...how could it be so vicious?
"Landrico hit me; he couldn't beat me, so he hit me."
"Why did he only hit you and not someone else?"
???
Professor, would you like to hear what you're saying?
Theodore seized the opportunity to say, "Yes, Professor, it's clearly Zabini who likes to cheat."
Landric: ...
He slowly raised his head and met Dumbledore's gaze.
Dumbledore: Don't look at me.
Blaise Zabini angrily withdrew his hand, revealing a clear handprint in front of everyone.
Snape's eyes cleared up a bit after seeing that.
Is this really something his eldest son did?
In the end, Snape, with a headache, took Theodore and Blaise Zabini away, and Dumbledore also took the professors away.
The medical room fell silent.
Only Landric and Draco, who had turned to stone, remained in the small cubicle.
It's too quiet.
The silence was so profound that only Landric's breathing could be heard.
Another person, who should have been breathing in sync with him, lay on the bed with their eyes wide open.
A lingering unease, like the falling of rose petals, hides sharp thorns beneath their beautiful surface.
He suddenly stepped forward. Only then did he truly touch Draco.
Landric was very annoyed.
If that idiot were still awake, he would definitely slap him.
His long, slender fingers gripped his hair, and the rustling of leaves outside the window made him feel uncomfortable.
I simply drew the curtains shut, out of sight, out of mind.
Landric carefully examined the expression on Draco's face, then suddenly burst into a sarcastic laugh.
on purpose.
You idiot!! That slap will definitely land on Draco's face.
The silver-haired boy ignored Snape's warning and left the infirmary.
……
A suffocating, python-like constriction gripped Harry.
His head swayed back and forth, but the pain clung stubbornly to his face.
He reached up and slapped the thing off his face, then got slapped in the face.
Harry: ...Is he asleep or awake now?
"I want that diary Miss Weasley has, right now, the black one."
Harry stared blankly at Landric's reddened eyes. Just as Landric was about to slap him again, Harry grabbed Landric's wrist and kissed him hard.
"Okay, don't cry," it smells good.
Harry's figure disappeared from Landric's sight.
The diary eventually ended up in Landric's hands.
So the usually elegant young man hurried up to the top floor.
He found a spot bathed in bright moonlight, and the color drained from his face quickly.
A handsome, sinister soul was pulled out by Landrick with his bare hands.
A sizzling sound came from Landrico's hand.
The black fog struggled desperately.
He stopped abruptly after seeing Landric's face clearly.
"I've seen you before."
Landric remained silent, letting the blood drip onto the ground, pooling into a pool of blood.
"What do you want? I can help you! Power, status, money—as long as you let me go, I can get you anything."
The ripping sound continued, and the bright moonlight draped over the pale-faced boy, making him appear more holy, but rather giving him a broken beauty.
The soul sensed that it was getting weaker, but soon he found that the core soul source was not damaged much.
He understood instantly. The boy in front of him only wanted to weaken him, not kill him.
The screaming stopped.
He even admired the beauty before him with great interest.
Exquisite features, a detached and deep gaze, yet paired with the alluring blood on his lips.
The soul suddenly felt a destructive urge.
Soul: "You want to control me? For the sake of the secret chamber, right?"
Landric: "I know where the secret room is."
"When you are afraid of the basilisk"
Landric did not answer, which indicated his agreement.
The two remained deadlocked, and the spirit seemed to sense Landric's stubbornness.
The Soul Source's defense was instantly broken, but at the same time, black mist enveloped Landric's wrist.
Landric paused for two seconds.
In the next instant, without hesitation, blue magic instantly enveloped the black mist.
Both sides made their moves simultaneously.
The blue and black light shone brightly.
A violet mark appeared on the forehead of the soul, a small patch, which was partially obscured by the soul's drooping hair.
Landric also felt heat spreading in his lower back.
Meeting the provocative red eyes of the spirit, his body trembled uncontrollably.
His voice suddenly took on a hint of intimacy: "You certainly know how to pick a spot, Tom."
The smile on the soul's lips vanished, replaced by the familiar rage of Landric. "I'd rather you call me lord."
"You dislike the Riddle surname, don't you?"
The mark on his lower back suddenly felt hot, and Landric couldn't help but let out a soft groan.
He looked at Tom quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "Your last name is Rozier, right? Teacher."
P.S.: La la la, la la la, I was a diligent author this New Year's holiday~