Chapter 251 The Second Night of Chaos with Miss White (2)

Chapter 251 The Second Night of Chaos with Miss White (2)

Chapter 251 The Second Night of Chaos with Miss White (Part ) After Harry and Miss White looked reluctantly at each other and saw that she had decided to stay in the Shrieking Shack tonight, Sirius pointed his wand at Pettigrew and followed Harry and Hermione into the secret passage.

"Hand over Pettigrew," Sirius controlled Snape to float forward. Amid the occasional sound of Snape's head colliding with the tunnel, he suddenly said to Harry, "Do you know what this means?"

"You're free," said Harry.

"Yes... I don't know if anyone has told you that I'm your godfather." At this point, Sirius' tone became a little unnatural, and his thin face, which seemed to be only ferocious, showed obvious embarrassment. "Also, your parents appointed me as their guardian. In case anything happens to them, you... I..."

Sirius' words paused, and his tone became weaker, "Of course, I understand that you want to live with your aunt and uncle, but...well...consider it, too, if you would like to have a different home..."

"What - live with you?" Harry shouted uncontrollably. If losing his parents was a wound that would always be incomplete for him, then the illusion of expectation that Miss White had brought him this semester was the cotton that falsely filled the wound. And the intention of Sirius - his godfather - to live with him just now made his wound itchy.

The wound will not disappear, but new pink flesh will always grow out.

It's just that Harry had thought that he would never have that time.

"Of course, I don't think you'd like that, and I understand. I just think I—"

"Are you confused?" Harry interrupted Sirius's disappointed hoarse voice and said excitedly, "Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Do you have a house? When can I move in?"

"You do?" Sirius asked, turning quickly to look at his godson. "Really?"

"Yes, I really do!" Harry nodded vigorously in affirmation.

A smile broke out on Sirius' haggard face. Even though he was still gaunt and frightening, the joy that burst out from inside out instantly turned him back into the handsome young man at the wedding. He didn't speak to Harry anymore, but kept smiling on his face, and was imagining his and Harry's future in his heart.

So many years in prison under the guard of Dementors did not diminish his enthusiasm and courage. Sirius believed that he was still as bold and open-minded as he was in his youth. He could do a lot of things with Harry and maybe even become a "cool" parent in Harry's eyes.

Miss White is also going to join in their fun. Harry has a lot of things waiting for him to try in the future. He has missed too much fun, and Miss White is going to explore her interests, which will definitely be very interesting.

However, as Sirius blushed as he imagined the future, the fate of one of the protagonists in his future, Miss White, had already slid to the brink of disappearance.

The blood on Cynthia's hands had been completely absorbed. She looked at her hands, which were smooth and not sticky at all. She still tried to change her appearance without giving up. She felt a slight movement on her face, but it was quickly suppressed by a force she had never experienced in her body before, which tightly bound her current body and appearance to the appearance of Lily Evans.

At the same time as her body was restrained, there seemed to be another force slowly impacting her will. This force was not strong and only made her dazed from time to time. However, Cynthia found that she was in a daze for longer and longer periods of time, and all she could think about was Lily Evans' past in Snape's impression.

"Uh..." Cynthia shook her head, and the bright red hair that did not belong to her swayed. She staggered to the bed, pulled open the curtains, and faced the bright moonlight tonight.

The light that used to slowly destroy the doll is now an antidote that can slightly extend Cynthia White's existence.

It can only be extended slightly. If it doesn't last this night, Lily Evans will be able to replace Cynthia White and get a new life.

"I really can't accept it," Cynthia leaned against the window, the moonlight shining on her face. She looked at the green light reflected in the blurry glass, "Miss White has obviously accepted that she can't live in the light."

She thought back to the time when she first became conscious, recalled Della, who was like her creator, the sinister and terrifying Maggie, and the selfish and cold genes that she had been infected with from the beginning - this was undeniable, but the Sirius Black that Miss White met was too good, so this gene did not show destructiveness.

Thinking of this, Cynthia blinked and compared herself with Della, Sirius and Maggie. Because Della's personal style and subjectivity were very strong, she always ignored a fact she had always known - Maggie participated in the growth of Della Riddle throughout the whole process, and even Della's strong personal style was completely influenced by Maggie.

But I met different people...

Cynthia sympathized with the Creator who had abandoned her, which was a rare moment of sadness. If you traced it back to the source, she was created as a blank slate, just like a baby. No matter how many innate temperaments they had and how strong they were, it still depended on the person who guided them in understanding the world.

Sirius and Maggie are completely different, which makes the doll that could have been the same as Della completely different from Della.

Cynthia suddenly felt that she was quite lucky. Although she was going to disappear, she had the freedom to become exactly what she wanted before she disappeared.

Besides, people will eventually disappear from this world.

"Huh-" Cynthia let out a breath, feeling much more open-minded. Then she was a little surprised that her mind was not full of thoughts about Sirius Black, because until now she still felt that this was the person she cared about most.

Della Riddle created her bones and flesh, Sirius gave her spiritual new blood, and Snape gave the doll physical new blood.

Theoretically speaking, her journey to adulthood was very successful, but her spiritual adulthood and physical adulthood were misplaced, and now she is unfortunately caught between the two successes, which makes her look pathetic.

"Della Riddle is really a genius..." As the moonlight in front of her eyes became more and more blurred and her consciousness became more and more blurred, Cynthia sighed, "It's a pity that I accepted too much from Maggie--"

Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and she realized that the makeup of both the current Cynthia White and the possible future Lily Evans was determined by the input of others.

Is it true that she is unable to make even the slightest input for herself?

While rolling back unwillingly, Cynthia also felt an urgent sense that she had missed something.

Bones, flesh, blood...

Bones, flesh, blood...

Bones, flesh, blood...

Blood!!!!

Obviously, she was so impressed by the most crucial part of Maggie's insidious development game that she had always ignored the props that were as shiny as she was now.

Unicorn blood! The purest silver miracle in the world!

Cynthia jumped out of the window, dragging her weak body forward and almost rolling downstairs. Regardless of the pain, she crawled to the corner and took out the small can of unicorn blood that was left over from erasing the spell that killed Quirrell.

Two years have passed, and the purest blood in the world is still flowing. Cynthia looked at the liquid shining with beautiful silver light, dipped her hands in it, and prayed in her heart that this last hope would succeed.

The silver blood was absorbed instantly. Cynthia felt the places in her body where the blood was flowing become slightly warm, and she gradually gained strength. Something was different, but when she tried to change her appearance, she still failed.

"......" Cynthia's red hair hung down, making it impossible to see her expression. She was silent for a moment and ran upstairs again.

Unicorn blood must be useful for something, but it just doesn't work so quickly.

Cynthia comforted herself by persuading herself to accept hope. She took out Della's old wand hidden under the wooden board on the second floor and smashed the frosted glass window without hesitation. At the moment the moonlight squeezed in, she flew out with a levitation spell, and lay on the roof in a big letter shape, accepting the baptism of moonlight from all directions.

It was not a pleasant feeling. Not only was Lily Evans suppressed, but Cynthia White's consciousness also became more confused under the hurtful moonlight.

If only it was Cynthia White...

With this thought in mind, Cynthia closed her eyes.

It seemed like the next second, Cynthia opened her eyes to the sound of flapping wings, and saw the familiar thin figure of Sirius in front of her. The position of the moon behind Sirius told her that at least three or four hours had passed.

"You're awake, Miss White?" Sirius said in surprise as he was about to pick up Miss White and take her away. He hurried over, his long legs stepping on the tiles, making a sound.

"What do I look like now?" Cynthia, who had been exposed to the moonlight for a long time, felt weak all over. When Sirius half-lifted her up, she asked.

"Lily's appearance," Sirius answered nonchalantly at first, then asked with concern, "What happened to you? Why did you run under the light? I felt that something was wrong with you before. What's wrong with you, Miss White?"

"Lily looks like..." Cynthia's already weak voice became even more muffled. She did not answer Sirius' question immediately, "Why are you here now, Sirius?"

"There was an accident. We'll talk about it on the way. I'll take you away first." Sirius said as he was about to pick up Miss White, but one of his hands was easily opened by Cynthia.

"Cynthia White can't leave." Cynthia accepted the reality that her struggle had failed, and also accepted the reality that she had to reveal this tragedy in person in front of Sirius.

"What?" Sirius didn't understand. His brows were deeply frowned, and his face became even more terrifying.

"You have always thought of the doll as Miss White, so you have never asked about its other characteristics. Now I tell you that enough thoughts and blood can make the person you care about reappear in the doll." Cynthia's voice trembled a little. She tried her best to appear calm. "Tonight in the shed, I accidentally came into contact with Snape's blood, and I am about to irreversibly turn into Lily Evans."

"That dirty-minded slug!" Sirius cursed, and then held Cynthia's face with one hand, "You know I don't care about this now, it won't be a problem, Miss White."

"Not only my body, my consciousness will also become Lily Evans. Before I met you, I only had one pronoun, transitional personality." Cynthia, who had never known sadness, choked up without any instruction. "And now, Sirius, I am going to disappear."

"Wha-no..." Sirius was also panicked. He subconsciously wanted to pick up Miss White again. "Come with me first, Miss White, we will find a solution."

"For me and Lily Evans, please leave me here, Sirius," Cynthia shook her head at Sirius, no longer having the strength to slap Sirius's hand away. She said softly, "I'll be jealous when I think of this body using someone else's consciousness to be by your side."

"Besides, staying here gives me a better chance to be a student than staying with a wanted criminal," Cynthia cleverly guessed that Sirius, who had escaped in the middle of the night, probably failed to regain his innocence. "Among the many memories I've read and told you about, school life always shines."

"I really don't want to disappear, and I don't know what emotion I should use to think about the consciousness that is about to stabilize in this body." Cynthia glanced at Sirius, whose face was gradually filled with sadness. There was a big moon in her emerald eyes. "But after all, it is a combination of the body I cherish and the consciousness I once expected. I hope she can shine."

"You...really..." Sirius' voice suddenly dropped. Although he already knew Miss White's final decision, he still tried to fight for it, "Do you want to stay here?"

"Cynthia White can't leave," Cynthia slowly closed her eyes. She couldn't hold on any longer. She said to Sirius in a daze, "Go, Sirius, and enjoy your freedom now..."

Sirius half-hugged the unconscious Cynthia, his body frozen as if he had suffered a severe blow. It was only when Buckbeak's outstretched wings hit his face that he came back to his senses.

The muscles in his hands holding Cynthia tensed several times, and Sirius barely resisted the urge to take Miss White away. He gently put the girl down in his arms, rode on Buckbeak's neck and moved, but in the end he didn't dare to look at Miss White again, for fear that he would take her away regardless of the consequences in the next second.

Sirius flew away into the moonlight, and Cynthia White slept peacefully in the moonlight.

The sun and the moon alternated, and the light shining on her changed from moonlight to sunlight. She was still sleeping, but her side was no longer quiet.

The residents of Hogsmeade gathered around the Shrieking Shack, looking in surprise at the silver-haired girl that had appeared on the roof of the haunted house.

That shiny and pure silver hair is so beautiful.