HP: The Shadow Returns

Chapter 185 Judgment of Fire

It didn't take long for them to return to the orphanage. At night, Huerta started to have a fever and fell into a coma in bed.

Tom was taken away by a nun on the way to find Mrs. Cole, and then pretended to look for medicine, but in fact he came outside and hid under the window of the room in the heavy rain, quietly listening to everything that happened inside.

Just a while later, after the big man left, Mrs. Cole came to the room with a group of nuns and children in a hurry.

Immediately their frightened voices and screams fell upon Tom's ears.

"She's a monster! I knew it! With that brother of hers!"

"Get those cups down!"

The sound inside was noisy and panicked. Tom quietly poked his head in the corner of the window and watched. No one noticed his presence. The cup suspended in the air...

Huerta lost control of his magic power because of illness?

"What are you going to do...stay away from me! Brother!"

Tom heard the screams coming from inside, and his heart couldn't stop trembling. Through the window blurred by the rain, he saw them roughly pulling her limbs and dragging the girl from the bed. down and threw it to the ground.

He even hit her in the face with a cross.

"God, please put her out of her misery..."

"She's a monster!"

"If you continue to use this unapproved power, watch out for your brother!"

Tom listened to the loud warning voices inside.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and slowly turned his back. He pressed his back against the corner of the wall, bent his neck deeply, and buried his head. The heavy rain was like a tough dagger, stabbing hard into his body. , all over the body was numb.

Maybe now Virta was punishing herself for not being there at the time and for leaving her alone.

He kept thinking this, trying his best to suppress his desire to rush in.

We have to go according to the memory... so that maybe Virta can wake up...

As time passed, the girl's crying voice became smaller and smaller. It was obvious that she had gradually lost her strength, and those people also locked the door tightly and left after giving a last hypocritical prayer. .

The silent one was born.

At this moment, the lightning flashed in the sky illuminated Tom's pale, handsome face full of coldness. He could no longer feel the temperature of the blood in his body. He opened his mouth in a low voice, and the cold rain streaked across his cheek.

"The lowly Muggles... deserve to die."

Not long after, black fog seeped out from the window and slowly enveloped him. Tom's vision was gradually obscured, as if he was falling downwards at the beginning of reincarnation.

Gradually, no matter how long it took, the surrounding black fog dissipated.

He opened his eyes and found that he was still in the orphanage, but at this moment, he had returned to the room and sat at the table, with a shabby book in front of him.

A gentle wind blew by, and Tom looked down and saw his larger hands at the first glance. He was not sure what time it was.

"Brother...is that your new friend?"

Huerta's feeble voice sounded from the bedside, and Tom suddenly found a small, dark snake at his hand.

"Lebby?" He wriggled his lips and subconsciously read the name of the little snake.

"Lebby? Sounds like a good name."

Tom stroked the cold snake body with his fingertips, and something seemed to flash in his mind. He quickly turned to look at Virta. The girl's face had become thinner and sunken back a little, and there was no energy between her brows and eyes.

But that empty gaze kept looking at him blankly.

"Virta..."

Could it be that today is...

"what happened?"

Sensing the change in her brother's gaze, the weak girl asked thoughtfully. She was also holding a long crutch in her hand, but it was one that she had cut from the strongest tree, polished and given to her.

Because after becoming the Obscurus, Virta's health has deteriorated day by day. Now, even walking a relatively long distance is very strenuous for her.

Wilta, who was sitting on the bed, raised her eyes. Her two overly slender legs were draped there, looking very disharmonious.

The pale little face seemed to have thought of something, and he hesitated and asked with dependence and prayer in his words.

"Mrs. Cole will ask you to go find her later. I don't know what it will be. Can you come back soon?"

Tom didn't speak, and his dark eyes never left the girl's figure. The bloody dusk fell on the two of them, and two long, slender shadows were drawn out on the dark gray cement floor, looking at each other.

"elder brother?"

"I'll be back soon..."

After a long time, he stood up and said goodbye, holding Huerta tightly in his arms. Even so, Tom still remembered to control the force so as not to make her feel too uncomfortable.

After caressing the extremely thin face with extreme gentleness, Tom mentally prepared himself to turn around and leave. At that moment, Virta caught his hand unexpectedly.

"I don't think I have long to live, brother."

The boy froze. He did not turn around, but turned his back to her and pursed his lips and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Just a feeling"

As the girl spoke, she let go of the crutch in her hand. The strong wooden stick fell to the ground with a crisp sound. She moved with difficulty and hugged him from behind.

Tom closed his eyes and gently raised his hands to hold the cold hand on his waist.

I just heard her clinging to his back so intimately as she continued talking

"I have never blamed you for what happened two years ago. I know you care about it... In fact, there is nothing wrong with becoming a monster."

"I love you."

"Go ahead, I'll always be here waiting for you."

Virta never said these words in the first place! Tom suddenly realized this when he walked out of the room unconsciously.

When he wanted to go back to find Huerta, the tightly closed door could not be opened. No matter how frantically he knocked and shouted, no one inside responded.

Has she come to her senses? But why do we have to face the next thing by ourselves?

Tom panted and leaned against the window in a daze. Even after a long time, the sunset outside was still intoxicating, and the blood red stained the entire dilapidated corridor, adding a touch of terror.

A white skirt hanging in the middle seemed to symbolize the road to death, cruelly telling him that there was no way to escape the painful ending.

After calming down, Tom slowly raised his steps and walked towards Mrs. Cole's office.

Little hidden eyes peeped in the dark along the way, and the pure cruelty and evil of childhood filled the entire orphanage.

The portrait of God hangs ironically high on the most conspicuous white wall, carrying the "beautiful" faith and sailing all the way, but I don't know whether the final pure land of bliss will lead to heaven or hell.

The creaking door was pushed open, and the moment she saw Tom coming in, a loving smile appeared on Mrs. Cole's thin, wrinkled face, and her thin purple-gray lips parted.

"Poor child, God will bless you."

Tom lowered his head and could not clearly see the expression on his face. Not long after, the nun hiding behind the door suddenly put a familiar sack on his head.

He was lifted directly and walked outside. Tom was thrown into the cellar motionless. He didn't even think about struggling, he just quietly got rid of the sack on his head. The dark and cold cellar...

His eyes fell on the heavy steel door. Sitting on the ground, Tom suddenly seemed to see the bloody fingerprints left when he desperately tried to go out to save Huerta.

The assassination of the same harsh laughter from various voices outside is getting stronger.

"Burn that witch!"

"God will purify her with holy fire, poor child"

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