Chapter 1266： ?blood

Scrimgeour, who did not find any results, continued to observe the surroundings. From the small table next to the wall to the picture frame on the desktop, there was nothing wrong with it. In the picture frame on the table, he was a distant relative of the writer Brutus Scrimgeour. I was also closing my eyes as if resting in a photo frame-this made Scrimgeour’s pupils a lot of surprises. Although the author of "Battler's Bible" often closed his eyes very dull, but also because Scrimgeour did not like to make noise and did not allow the portraits to talk freely, but the experienced Auror knew at a glance that his distant relative had been subjected to a coma spell.

Scrimgeour, who proved that someone had invaded, was not as reckless as he usually performed. He immediately used Apparition to leave but found that the cast failed. Realizing that the intruder was prepared, he immediately used his wand to himself. I wrapped myself in an iron armor body, and then he was about to pull up to call for support.

But some rapid clicks leaned towards him behind him, and then, who was still turning around, he just saw the shadow caused by the huge inhuman monster on the ground, and the iron armor shield that had been cast before was extinguished.

At the moment before the shield collapsed, immediately afterwards, a strong flash of light made his two arms slap against his sides, his legs stood upright, stood upright, and his whole body became almost without delay. Stiffened, he swayed in place a few times, and then fell to the ground with a plop, looking as hard as a wooden board.

Scrimgeour's upper and lower gums were locked together at this time, and he couldn't speak. Only his eyes were turning to see who the big assailant was. The blood began to flow out from the back of his head because of the broken skin.

floating in the sky.

"Ellen, what are you doing with your knife? Be careful not to bleed yourself..."

"Hermione...before making this Christmas present..." Alan's feet rubbed a few times on the ground, his eyes rolled around, he raised his head and looked at Hermione who raised his lips and smiled: "I have another one. You must be told, Hermione, I don't want to keep it from you."

"What gift? What else is it, so serious?" Hermione stared at Ellen curiously. "You really drink Coke? Do you want to punish yourself?"

"Uh... I did drink it secretly... wait, I didn't mean this..." Allen was taken astray by Hermione, and he uncomfortably rubbed the scalpel behind his magic robe. "Did you think the other day Is Luna fat..."

"I knew it a long time ago." Hermione waved her hand when Alan was quite magnanimous, "Do you think I didn't know? Of course I know that you keep drinking secretly behind me, otherwise she can get lucky?"

"Let's not mention Coke first..." Allen was a little embarrassed to see that the other party didn't answer the conversation in a normal way. He considered the words and whispered, "She is gaining weight... but not because of Coke, just like my mother... "

"Same as Morgan Le Fay...eh?" Hermione moved her gaze from the badge to Alan's face, finally noticing the error in Alan's words, and feeling like she was thrown by someone with a petrification spell. She gave up her life and her tongue seemed to froze. She asked roundly, "Alan, what do you mean? Luna has a baby?"

Allen nodded.

"Ellen, you are committing a crime! Uh, I mean! She is not yet seventeen, and she is under the standard of a wizard! You are still the principal..." Hermione exclaimed. She had never thought of violating school rules before. This possibility, and then it took a long time to let her excited and incoherent thoughts return to normal.

The happiness on Hermione’s face disappeared, her face grew longer, and she was biting her lip. There was sluggishness and helplessness left. A sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of my heart. Allen and Luna already had it. With the second child, the bond between the two seems to be deeper than anything else.

"Actually, in fact, Luna is over a thousand years old." Alan scratched his head, but then he felt that he shouldn't continue discussing this topic, so he held the knife with his hand and stretched out his robe. After making gestures on his palm for a while, the last shot made a small wound with a blade.

Hermione, who was sad, saw Ellen’s self-harm behavior and exclaimed: "Ellen, what are you doing?!"

"Shar..." Alan, Ravenclaw, screamed because of physical pain and did not answer, but reached out to Hermione.

At this time, the bright red blood from the small wound began to gush out and imprinted on Hermione’s pupils...

"Blood oath..."

Hermione understood it, her heartbeat speeded up and murmured, thinking about all kinds of information about the blood alliance that she once thought: some countries would call it a blood alliance or a blood contract, but the essence is two close people. The blood oath can be made through blood blending. This connection will make two people have a closer bond than those twin brothers and sisters. Many like-minded or loving wizards will feel that ordinary relationships cannot express their feelings for each other. To conclude this contract.

As long as it is not broken, the two people who have entered into a blood alliance will not be able to attack each other from now on, and can know the status and whereabouts of each other at any time through this thing. This effect makes most ordinary wizards not like Ai when they get married. Bert and Fleur have used this kind of magic like that, so the blood alliance is often regarded as a symbol of the supreme love between two people.

Thinking of Hermione who had been envious of seeing Albert's engagement in the fourth grade, Hermione was envious for a long time. At this moment, her eyes looked at the bright red blood on Alan's pale palms, and the fortress in her depressed and dull heart seemed to be opened A hole, throbbing.

Looking at Ellen's injured palm and the expression in her eyes without speaking, Hermione thought and remained silent for a long while, then took a deep breath and said to herself in the bottom of her heart: "I have Helena anyway..."

Then, Hermione stretched out her hand and took the knife, and without hesitation, she slashed her palm open. This deep and long wound immediately caused blood to gush out, reflecting a reddish-brown light in the sun. , Which looked like a spark, was flashing in the center of her eyes.

Hermione's eyes were fixed on Allen's erected palm, and she moved closer to Allen's direction. She lifted her **** palm to touch Allen's touch, UU reading with her fingers bent and silky. Interlocking like a seam.

Two bright red blood beads flew from each other's squeezed palms, entangled and merged in mid-air, and gradually turned into a badge, which is similar to Hermione's "vomit" badge, in the sun Shining red and golden light, there is a crystal bottle in the middle of the badge. The blood of the two people is stored in this bottle. With the shaking, the blood that is almost red and amber flashes like a streamer.

The blood oath is completed.

Levitating in the badge slowly falling into Hermione’s white and slender palm, Hermione’s fingers gently stroked on it. It is indeed not as exquisite and beautiful as Fleur and Albert’s finely carved badges with the omniscient mark, although It's a bit regretful in appearance, but Hermione seems to have not seen enough, so she cherishes it in her palm.

"I didn't expect the final result... it was that you gave me a Christmas present in advance." Without giving Alan a chance, Hermione pinned the badge to her collar, "Do you have both of them?"

"Now my blood oath is only this one in your hands..." Allen's voice was gentle with some kindness. Seeing that Hermione's mood was finally stable, the scumbag didn't want to stimulate her to play a word game to avoid the keyword of the problem.

The blood oath made by Ellen and Luna before has been used in her resurrection ceremony, and the only thing that still exists in Hermione's hands is indeed.

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