Chapter 328 Medicine

It took only a second for the drunk man to wake up. The smiling blond wizard opposite him walked towards him slowly, holding a wand like vegetables he bought at the market at night.

That guy... He obviously didn't recite the spell! Not even a wrist movement! But I really felt that the surrounding air suddenly became as hard as steel, as if someone had forced him to put on a pair of cold armor, and this armor was shrinking and shrinking...his heart also He stopped beating because he lost the space to expand, and he only felt that his heart seemed to be pinched, squeezed, and played with by a hand.

He also felt uncomfortable in his heart, a cold and dark whisper sounded in his ears, the whisper was not any language, just a baby babbling, it was the first cry after the umbilical cord was cut to breathe air—he remembered My younger brother, my Squib brother who was buried in a mass grave in the highlands by himself not long after he was born, made a bet with his childhood friend that day, how dare he think that he would not have the heart to kill a useless Squib ?

"I've proven it to you!" the drunk screamed frantically in his heart. "Look, Squibs are domestic animals just like Muggles! But what about you? Where are you now?"

He struggled and twisted his neck, looked left and right, seemed to be looking for Fa Xiao's figure, oh, he remembered, that guy entered Azkaban in his first year of adulthood, precisely because he violated the law on the protection of domestic animals Ridiculous law.

The drunk just wanted to say something, but he felt something stuck in his throat, and the air was being squeezed out of his body little by little. He was a little suffocated, but this feeling and taste came from Knockturn Alley The "medicine" is the same.

During this process, he thought of his mother again, that weak woman who came from a small family and never spoke to him again just because she buried a waste alive, that weak woman who chose to kill herself, It's disgusting!

The drunk man opened his blurred eyes, and his sight returned to reality from the hallucination. In front of his eyes, there were hazy gold and two cold sapphires... Maybe two "medicines" were put in a piece of omelet, listen. It is said that some people like this. It is really convenient to be able to eat and take medicine at the same time!

"Uh...hungry! Hungry!"

As the golden touch approached, the last drop of alcohol in the drunk man's body was also expelled by his disobedient body, and a moist feeling came from under his body, but this shameful incontinence became a life-saving straw to awaken his will.

"vomit!"

The wizard retched, but his neck was stuck by something and he couldn't continue. His whole body was sweating, mixed with the puddle of water under his body, exuding a foul stench mixed with the smell of low-quality whiskey.

I tried my best to open my eyes wide, and the double images dangling in front of my eyes finally overlapped together, it was the blond-haired wizard!

Nelson frowned, bent slightly, poked the drunk man's throat with his wand, and lifted his upper body with his chin. The drunk man's mouth and esophagus almost formed a line, and his head was thrown back extremely. This may be why he is short of breath.

"who are you?"

The drunk man stared straight into Nelson's eyes, not because of courage, but because his body was out of control, and wisps of silver mist floated out of his eyes and fell into Nelson's eyes.

"Drug addiction?" Nelson ignored his question and sneered, "It turns out that the reason for drinking is because you can't afford drugs. It's so funny."

He took off the strength from his wrist, and the drunk fell limply to the ground.

Seeing this, Mag was about to run over, but Nelson turned his head the first second she took a step and raised his hand to stop her, "Don't come over!"

"What...what's wrong?" McGonagall looked worried, "You won't...you won't put him—"

"No, it stinks too much here."

Nelson's face smelled worse than the smell around him. He rarely used Legilimency, but he managed to use it once and caught up with such a disgusting thing.

"Are you okay?" Mag asked concerned, "Do you need my help?"

"I'm just a little nauseous. Fortunately, I didn't eat anything this morning." Nelson shook his head. "It's not for nothing that you were targeted. These guys are a group of drug addicts with nothing. Unlike the pure-blood wizards in London, the only thing they have What is worth is the ridiculous pedigree, so I pay extra attention to this."

"Ah—" Mag let out a small exclamation, and she noticed that the companions of the drunks on the street didn't come forward when they saw him in such a mess, and they almost had no strength left.

She was a little shocked, and couldn't digest the information Nelson told her for a while. As a girl who had just left the ivory tower and returned to the ivory tower, although she was older, her current social experience was far less than that of Nelson, who was used to wandering.

"Don't get yourself into trouble." She whispered, and even started to think about how she could help Nelson cover up if something happened.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional." Nelson turned his head and said, "Actually, I don't think he has the courage to trouble you again."

He lowered his head, looked at the drunk man limp on the ground, and asked softly, "Am I right?"

The drunk man nodded frantically, his horsehair-like hair was tossed around, and the stained mud spots were scattered everywhere. He remembered what he felt just now-it was the first time he had hurt Muggles fifteen years ago. What it was like to see a Dementor in the basement of the Law Enforcement Department when being arrested by the Aurors: all the joy was sucked away, the cold squeeze, and only sadness and despair were left in the mind, even with the current "Medicine", I will not feel any warmth.

"Dementor..." He squeezed out the word from his throat, his body convulsed all the time, exactly the same as how ordinary people would behave when they saw a dementor.

"Really? It looks good," Nelson raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "But you are wrong. I think you should understand that no one is afraid of dementors."

Gravity caused Nelson's brushed-up hair to fall, blond over his forehead, and his image and the drunk had just merged with the man in the companion conversation.

"You are...you are!" The drunk man slumped on the ground, squirming backwards crazily with his hands on the dirt road. Dyed khaki, his eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Nelson's face, muttering words like "Hogwarts" and "Grindelwald" incoherently.

"Oh? You see? Then our conversation will be much easier... Yes, I am." Nelson smiled, "Come on, keep talking."

"I...I..." The cold air still lingers on the drunk man, even though his alcohol has been completely frightened away, his muddy mind can't stop the appropriate words at all.

He simply closed his eyes, tilted his neck, and began to play dead.

Nelson was almost laughed out of anger, but the short reading of the memory made him interested in some things, he needed to understand, this time he decided not to use Legilimency, after all, this guy's dirty mind is really It's disgusting, and it's even beyond the scope of normal people. This is why Nelson doesn't like the magic of Legilimency—not only doesn't like being Legilimency, but he doesn't like being Legilimency to others, because you never You don't know how perverted a person's thoughts can be.

Nelson waved his wand, and a big hand made of clay stretched out from the ground beside the drunk man, pinched his face, and turned it towards Nelson. The mist was entangled together, and several small hands grew out from the fingertips of the big mud hand, opening the drunk man's eyes that were firmly closed because of fear.

"you you……"

When he realized that the guy in front of him was a dementor in human skin, the drunk was too scared to speak a complete sentence, but Nelson seemed dissatisfied, and he knew that he was afraid, just that he was afraid that he would not be able to get it right, and that he was too scared. If it is not in place, it will not tell the truth.

There was a cold smile on his face, and the white mist behind him expanded suddenly, turning into a huge mist vortex, and the drunk man whose eyelids were forcibly removed could only look at it, praying that there would not be a hole in it. Produce a real dementor.

His prayers were answered, but what emerged was something more terrifying to him.

The vortex behind Nelson turned red, blood-red, hanging behind him like the setting sun.

At the first sight of red, the drunk man shuddered unconsciously because of his instinct, and he couldn't see anything from the large patches of color, but his biological instinct made him clearly know that it was an eye, a depressing eye. Looking at his angry eyes, he only felt that there were countless souls hidden in these eyes, as if he, who was in the crowd, suddenly became the focus of everyone at a certain moment, his clothes, flesh, bones and even his soul were all covered. Stripped naked and shredded, a few days ago, he would have been unable to imagine the owner of this sun-like eye, but on the day Alexander appeared in front of everyone, he happened to be in Knockturn Alley, stirring up like a hyena Nosing, greedily looking for the "drug" that made him addicted.

He knew who Nelson was, and he also knew what was staring at him, so that he suddenly seemed to be enlightened, his whole body went limp, he gave up the will to resist, and even forgot his fear.

The red light shone on the drunk man, seeing that his eyes lost focus, Nelson whispered in satisfaction:

"I ask, you answer!"

The drunk nodded.

"What do you eat every day?"

"Medicine... my lord, God's medicine! Let me be...become God's medicine!"

"Addict...you really make me sick." Nelson was so disgusted that he said Tom's mantra. He secretly kept the urgent action goal of "find a market to change a pair of shoes" in his heart, "Where is it?" bought?"

"Knockturn Alley."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No...no, it's Borgin Bock, I bought it there before," the drunk said hastily, "the only ones sold there."

"Boggin Bock has been caught for a long time," Nelson said. "His dens have been busted."

"My lord... yes, there are a lot of Borgin Bocks," said the drunk, slurring his mouth, drooling, "they've always been there."

"Still here?"

"It's still there, at least a few days ago. It's still the location of their original shop. The Ministry of Magic won't really do anything to him."

"I see, so why is there no 'medicine' now?"

"Because his supply was cut off... so he told every customer that he can't produce now unless he provides the raw materials himself."

"What are the ingredients?" Nelson frowned.

"People..." The drunk man's voice trailed off, "No, it's not a person, it's a Muggle, and Muggles are fine."

"Since when did he ask you for someone?" Nelson asked through gritted teeth.

"Before he had a steady supply of himself... just a few months ago, probably in October, when he started to move again," the drunk stated the horrible fact with blank eyes, "he had some stock, but now he must You have to prepare your own materials."

Nelson only felt a chill on his back. The moment he saw the "medicine" in the memory of the drunk, he knew that it was a devil that made civilization abhorred, but even he would never have imagined that the raw materials of these "medicines" turned out to be Just like myself, a living person who can run and jump, has his own name, has his own family, has his own dreams and responsibilities.

He raised his arms impassively, gripping his wand tightly.

"Nelson!" McGonagall's voice woke him up. Nelson turned his head, saw Mag walking forward, and shook his head at himself, "He's not worth it, there are too many people like this!"

"Did you hear that?" Nelson shook his head, brushed back his drooping wet hair, and lowered his arms, "Minerva, think about your father, your first love, they are only used as raw materials by these people."

"I'll protect them, and you'll protect them, right?" McGonagall said softly, "but they don't deserve your wrath, do they? There are so many ways to punish them, but these things shouldn't be You do it, what Dumbledore did for you, have you forgotten?"

"Yeah, lynching is no different from them. I won't..." Nelson shook his head, stopped talking, and put away his wand. "But they still need to teach them a lesson."

"Nelson—"

"Okay, let's go to our destination." Nelson patted Mag on the shoulder, "I'm a little tired and don't know the way, can you take me?"

McGonagall didn't ask Nelson what the "lesson" was, but just let the white cat jump on his shoulders.

She was walking on the only way to go to school and vacation, no different from many years ago, the sun left her a long shadow on the endless grassland.

Behind them, the trail at the entrance of the village, which was full of shouting and cursing before, became quiet.

"Actually, ten years ago, this was a prosperous village."

Life Reopening Simulator (Tom Riddle Version)

0 years old: You were born as a boy, and your mother died at the gate of the orphanage and named you.

1 year old: You have lived in an orphanage since childhood.

2 years old: You are precocious than other children, and you feel that you are different from them.

3 years old: You like to keep secrets inside.

4 years old: You saw that the child next door had a beautiful ruler, and you were very envious. When you woke up the next day, the ruler appeared beside your pillow. You thought it was a gift from God.

5 years old: There is a new kid in the orphanage, only a day younger than you.

6 years old: That guy obviously has relatives, pretending to be an orphan.

7 years old: You start bullying other kids.

8 years old: The power to be stronger than others makes you obsessed.

9 years old: Your bullying was stopped by that guy named Nelson, it doesn't matter, but the beam is settled.

10 years old: A cat was hanged by you, life is so fragile, you think it would be nice if you could live forever.

11 years old: A guy in a purple suit comes to you and tells you that you are a wizard and that from now on, you are going to a wizarding school, but so is that nasty guy, who is even sorted into the same school as you.

12 years old: Your handsomeness and demeanor have won you a lot of "friends". That guy is a scum, and he has a hot fight with Gryffindor.

13 years old: You are obsessed with blood and find out that your ancestors may be Slytherins.

14 years old: You start to study black magic.

15 years old: Your bullying was stopped by him again.

16 years old: You discover the Chamber of Secrets, someone dies, life is so fragile, and you think again, if only you could live forever.