Chapter 317: An unspoken farewell (Part 1)

Perhaps Salazar didn't translate completely, and the next experiment was even more cruel, which made him give up in disgust. Maybe it was that the mean Haierbo just wrote here. In short, there are no more clues.
But it is enough.
Facts have also proved that the mean Haierbo should have failed. In the next few hundred years, he will disappear in general, otherwise, in terms of the character revealed in this, he will definitely keep stirring the wind and rain. There will be no information at all.
Maybe something went wrong with the Horcrux, he still had consciousness, but instead he seemed to be imprisoned by himself, and he could never break the shackles.
In order to avoid the destruction, the Horcrux will usually carefully select the hiding place.
But this may also be a place where mistakes are made. Voldemort's example shows that Horcrux is weak when it lacks power supply, and it needs to be tempted to provide power and provide resurrection capital, otherwise it becomes an unbreakable shackle.
If his Horcrux has never been destroyed, then he may still be alive now
But the death may be happier, if imprisoned in an illusion that cannot be freed.
Who would want such an eternal life?
After roughly scanning the information on the roll of parchment, Malfoy dropped him randomly on one of the burning candles, and found that it was not damaged.
"It's really stubborn." He shook his head, preparing for another treatment, igniting with fire, and then thrown into the sea.
"Guardian guard!" He lifted his wand, and a black stone suddenly fell off the wall, rolling on the ground, bouncing a few times, then swelled and changed a few times, and finally evolved into a guard with a shield. Kneel on one knee and guard beside Furong.
He is going out of the cave now, and he has solved the hot potato in his hand, and by the way, he hunted. In these days, the fish has become tired of it, and he needs to change his taste.
"It was really a surprise." Malfoy smacked his tongue, looked at Furong, who had fallen asleep, and then touched the souvenir he had just left on his body.
For him, this was only a trivial minor injury, which could not even affect his actions, but it was completely different in Furong's dream.
The bright red blood was swaying under the purple candlelight, drawing an elegant arc, and Malfoy fell straight before the coffin, as if it had been customized for him.
The scarlet light in the girl's eyes suddenly bloomed like a bright flower, blooming a wonderful bone, but the blood-red light was weak and weak, and her eyes returned to clarity.
Then she looked at the person who was stabbed to the ground by herself, and instantly panicked and regretted.
She stared at the blade in her hand for a few seconds and was at a loss.
Her brain is very chaotic, I don’t know why, just staring at one of the candles, the body of the candle flashed a purple light, and her head was in chaos, and the ghost-stricken person stabbed him. Former people.
A sickly and tempting voice said to her: "Kill him, you will be with him forever. On this isolated island, just the two of you, you don't have to care about the outside world anymore, what responsibilities and obligations It has nothing to do with you."
These words are like crazy whispers to a normal judge, but to Furong, they are almost irresistible because her judgment ability is almost completely lost.
"Recover quickly! Recover quickly!" She finally recovered some consciousness now and waved her wand frantically at Malfoy.
"This must be a dream." Looking at Malfoy falling in the pool of blood, Furong shook his head incredulously, took a deep breath, and knelt on the solid ground, trying to shake his body to wake him up, Then I realized that it would make the wound rupture.
"Heal as before!" She barely calmed down at this time and had to deal with the wound first.
Furong tore the cuffs of Malfoy's upper body, and decisively pointed the wand at the deep, deep wound.
The scratched wound quickly closed under the milky white healing light, and new meat grew, but after the wound healed, it quickly broke apart and gurgled blood flowed out, and Furong's face suddenly showed joy, and fell into again. A bottomless abyss symbolizing despair.
She looked desperately at the people in front of her, gradually losing vitality, pain and weakness.
Fortunately, this is indeed a dream.
She was awakened.
The true memory slowly emerged, as if the silk thread of the chrysalis was plucked layer by layer, his consciousness only stayed after scratching Malfoy, and he was quickly stunned by the decisive him.
Furong wanted to straighten up, only to find that he was covered with a thick blanket, and quickly slipped down. A bonfire was set up not far from his side. The flames in the cave of the unventilated cave should be flames.
Bring a touch of warmth and real feeling.
Not far away, the huge coffin and a few strange candles have been completely destroyed, which is also the culprit that caused her to go crazy.
A somewhat ugly guard holding his shield high, kneeling on one knee, the stiff stone head rattling, slowly twisting, performing his duties with due diligence.
Furong looked at the empty surroundings, not knowing what time it was. She straightened up, and then touched a piece of parchment paper, which read: "I went to get some food. I may be staying here today, you Wake up and stay here, don’t mess up.

She stared at the note, stunned.
She really seemed to be dragging her hind legs, and now Malfoy might be injured, but she had to find food for her.
The scenes in the dream kept flashing in her mind ~ EbookFREE.me ~ repeated again and again.
Her pledge is so ridiculous that anyone's relics can brush her around.
After a brief hesitation, she made a difficult decision, then turned over the parchment and wrote quickly behind the blank.
Draco:
"This time, the two of us stayed alone for a few months. Although I think it passed in a blink of an eye, the time is actually quite long, right?" This is her opening remarks.
"I'm sorry, maybe I didn't even have the courage to say sorry when I faced you, the scars must hurt a lot, right?" Furong wrote apologetically.
"The first time I saw you was in the Gu Ling Pavilion in Diagon Alley, right? You are still a little boy, okay, now, but I still feel mature all the time, and you calmly solved it then Those annoying dementors have saved many people. I still remember your patron saint like a rooster. Until now, I haven’t used this spell too much."