Vol 2 Chapter 1274: ?Ritual Dagger

"Ellen, I'll paint for him when I go back." Penello's voice was somewhat flattering, and her eyes looked at the place where Scrimgeour was lying before. There is no trace of him now, only Skr is left. Lin Jie's clothes and the gray powder that his whole body turned into after being sucked away were a bit embarrassing. In her impression, this old lion always looked very annoying, but he hadn't observed the details of his appearance too much.
"A while ago Rufus led the armed Auror to strike, but a lot of pictures were kept." Seeing Penello's thoughts, Allen comforted, "I remember your painting level is still very good. The problem, besides, we are not trying to paint him more like...it is to comfort our own hearts..."
"Ellen, now Scrimgeour is dead, will this affect your plan...I messed up your arrangement..." Penello said with ease when he saw the remarks, but he consciously helped Alan instead She, who wiped her corpse by herself, was always worried.
"His life and death has not affected much... and it is not bad. Now Scrimgeour, the guy who has been hindering us, is gone. You will take over Albert's position in the future, and Albert will become the new one. Director, hold the entire Auror office in our hands." Allen leaned on the staff a little bit carelessly, and softly persuaded him, "Don’t worry about Penello, although you shouldn’t do this, but choose the timing. It just happens to be very clever... someone will come out to prove it for us..."
Allen suddenly pressed the sensory mark on his arm: "Oh, Albert..."
Hearing that Allen received Albert’s message, the softer his voice, the more uncomfortable Penello felt. She bit her lip. She originally wanted to help Harris solve the problem, but instead created more. Trouble, she held her hand nervously, and couldn't help but get closer to Allen.
Allen shook his head and smiled easily at Penello, raised a little tone and said briskly, "Just stop the strike, um, because I just agreed with Scrimgeour under Dumbledore's arrangement. Settlement... Also, congratulations, Albert, you are about to be promoted to the director of the Auror office... He voluntarily retired to the position of deputy director. You can tell your father first, I have something to deal with."
Putting down his arms, Alan stretched his eyebrows and his tone became more relaxed.
"There is news from Albert that the patrol Aurors have stopped going on strike. It seems that Rufus has notified his men before. Isn't it good? I didn't tell Albert the real situation, Penello, but This matter needs to be told to my father and Lun..." Allen saw Penello approaching her nervously, and put his hand on top of her head, "They won't accuse you, I guess I Father will be very satisfied with this ending... We don’t tell Albert that it is... You know that his wand core is made of unicorn hair, but you need to tell your father that they know how to deal with things, or else just take it seriously. Investigate the case and find out something... It would be too troublesome to go to the aftermath.
Hearing Alan say that Irving would be happy for this, Penello flashed through the situation when Irving had mentioned Scrimgeour in front of her before, and his heart was relieved a lot, but feeling Allen's pampering, Penello stretched out Hugging Alan's arms with both arms, he directly pressed his face to Alan's forehead, closing his eyes with a softness that was different from the usual tough attitude and gently rubbing.
"By the way, the curse to teach the students can stop them from hiding like a Muggle... well." Allen was a little tired from being rubbed.
"They have always liked the magic you taught, like lightning." Penello said casually, but his eyes still didn't open.
Seeing Penello showing such an attachment this time, and feeling Penello's warm cheeks, Allen did not continue to speak, he let Penello lean on, staying quiet for a long time, and finally said softly. Said: "Penello, let go for a while, I think of something that can be used as a gift."
When Penello heard the words, she realized that she was strangling a little bit tightly. She let go of her hand, and then watched Alan take a scalpel from her belt.
Alan held the knife and pointed it skillfully at his palm. He prepared to take a deep breath... and then stopped... He put his gaze on the surprised Penello, no longer looking at his palm, and took another deep breath. After breathing, a shallow wound was quickly and softly drawn. Alan hissed and endured the pain, raised his hand and stretched out his fingers towards Penello.
Penello's eyes widened, and there was an inference in her heart. She raised her finger and touched the blood bead oozing out of Alan's palm with some disbelief. She tapped the blood bead and put her finger into her mouth, feeling the uniqueness of blood. The smell of rust and the bright smile on the red lips are more eye-catching than the blood.
Penello is no stranger at all. When she saw Fleur and Albert's blood oath, she herself didn't know how many times she had fantasized about the scene where Ellen and her concluded the blood oath.
"Symbol of supreme love."
Penello murmured in his heart, his eyes were blurred, and he only felt that his heartbeat was speeding up early, as if it was ringing beside his ear drum. Her pale face gradually turned rosy, and the previous guilt and anxiety seemed to have been cleaned up by Alan, replaced by trembling excitement and excitement.
"This is a gift given to you in advance of Christmas, but it is not a reward for killing you indiscriminately..." Seeing Penello's expression on his face, Allen exclaimed, afraid of forming her bad habits.
Penello nodded quickly, but the tears in her eyes made her feel a little dazed.
The slight pain and worry that continued to come from his hand and the wound would heal after a delay. Alan, who had to come for a while, was anxious, so he pretended to be lost and urged: "Penello, if you don’t want to if…"
"No! Of course I would!" Penello was really anxious. She stretched out her right hand and wiped the crystals in her eyes. She was about to get the knife in Allen's hand, but the usually neat and neat female Auror seemed to be even now. The handle of the knife couldn't be held firmly, the fingers were shaking involuntarily, and the sharp blade kept trembling in front of her palm.
But the more anxious he shook, the more severe he shook, and he fell to the ground with a clang after receiving the knife.
"Penello take a deep breath, sorry, it should have been given to you long ago..." Of course, Allen knew that the Auror was not like him because he was afraid of pain. He was a little distressed by the other party's reaction and pointed with the unwounded finger. Scrimgeour's relics on the ground.
Suddenly
The clothes of the former Auror office director seemed to be torn into countless small pieces by a pair of invisible big hands. They circled and floated around Ellen and Penello like a tornado, changing and moving.
Allen snapped his fingers again to make these fragments turn into a candle with classical carvings and start to burn. The flickering candle light gently and softly shone on Penello's face, making her heart seem to follow. It shook, and the expression between her eyebrows was as soft as the ripples of the breeze blowing across the Black Lake.
If you don't consider the source of these candles, the atmosphere in Penello's room at this time is indeed a bit romantic and not horribly distorted. However, with these slightly shaking candlelights, the light and shadow mottled on Alan's face, finally softening Penello's undulating heart.
The female Auror’s eyes were calm, and this time she calmly picked up the knife that fell to the ground. She held the handle of the knife, and Penello’s flushed cheeks were reflected on the metal of the blade. She did not hesitate to cut a deep in her palm. The big mouth of the bone, blood began to gush out in bursts with her heart beating.
Allen immediately lowered her palm with a shallow wound, and then held Penello's hand. She felt Allen's warmth touched her own, and the blood of the two made the temperature better. , The throbbing that also erupted in her heart, the surging joy and movement seemed to be carved into the soul.
The two clasped their fingers together, and two bright red blood beads flew from each other's squeezing palms ~EbookFREE.me~ entangled and merged in midair, gradually turning into a ritual dagger.
This dagger is very exquisite, the top of the handle is like a small crown, and then there are two slightly abstract human faces carved together, the two faces are closely in love with each other, and the mouth, eyes, and ears are all vividly carved , Below is a circular arc shape section by section, with many small stones inlaid on it. And the center of the blade is inlaid with the largest ruby, and the blood of the two of them is stored in it, and the circulation seems radiant. There are also exquisite patterns carved on the blade, mixed with some runes with complex shapes.
After the blood oath was completed, Allen instantly healed his shallow wound, and then he held Penello's hand to treat her. In order to avoid scars, he also took out some white moss and applied it on it. Penello's eyes were all on the dagger. She held the dagger in her palm precious and important. The red jewels set off her white and delicate palms, which looked even more dazzling.
"We are so strong that we don't have to go as far as we did in the past few years... like we did in the past. Some things can make the people below take the normal way." Allen dissipated the candles and completely turned Scrimgeour's clothes into To the ashes, "Penello, you can have more contact with those students this time. Although they have trouble growing up without entering the society, most of them are very simple, and the influence of social disturbances on them is limited... You can do more to make What you find happy, even if it’s training to tease them..."