Harry Potter is the savior who lives up to expectations, that is, the legendary toiling life.
When the deadline was approaching, he followed the path of fate and came to the tenth century, where he met the young Godric Gryffindor.
... Oh my god, is the one who slashes people like crazy really the Lion Ancestor who will be lawless but sunny after a thousand years?
Merlin, he won't be too good at killing people, so why don't you kill him too? Bar? Bar?
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"... Shall I take you away?"
The charred earth burned with red lotus fire, the buildings with statues and spires collapsed, and corpses were scattered around like tattered dolls; there was no moaning, no wailing, no crying, except for the sound of tongues of fire and the wind, the place of killing was so quiet.
The blond boy's eyes were bleeding with tears, and the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful smile. He dragged the long silver sword to draw twisted lines on the ground, walking on the blood and corpses, "... Where can I go?"
"You can go anywhere, as long as you are willing to follow me."
"... Okay."
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Harry Potter never thought that Godric Gryffindor's first love would be him. (No wonder Snake Ancestor still doesn't have a good look on him.)
Harry Potter never thought that Godric Gryffindor would suffer from anorexia under his supervision. (No wonder Badger Ancestor always stares at him with a smile.)
Harry Potter never thought that Godric Gryffindor would want to die because of his righteous sacrifice. (No wonder Yingzu likes to spread his tidbits.)
... Forget it, he already knew that the savior would be shot while lying in the pit.