·This article is completely rewritten based on my original settings. There may be bugs in the logic in some places. I will revise it when I have time.
·Draco is extremely ooc
·Practice writing, no contract signed, purely for love.
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Nephthys, born in a pure-blood family, perfectly inherited her mother's appearance and her father's prophecy ability.
Sometimes being too perfect is not a good thing, Neveu sighed.
For example, because of her great talent, she learned in countless broken precognitive dreams that after going to Slytherin, she became a standard villainous lady, pulling Draco to look at the Savior with their nostrils in the sky, and bullying the protagonist group. Then the Malfoy family and the Skuld family were finished together, and even her father died together, and her fiancé Draco also became a prisoner.
Is it too late to transfer to France now? It's too late, her father's prediction is bullshit and he has already bet half of the family's assets on the mysterious man. As a shrewd eldest lady of the Slytherin family, she decided to invest in the protagonist group and make a fortune.
By the way, she picked up her poor childhood sweetheart who would cry in the bathroom.
Hard fists can solve many difficulties. Nephthys realized this and never looked back on the road to becoming stronger.
Draco was speechless: "Neve, what are you doing?"
Nephthys blew a puff of smoke from the gun barrel: "Assembling alchemy guns, times have changed, sweetheart."
In order to get rid of the bad school belle's flag, she would go to the Lion's Court from time to time to harass the golden boy, in the name of promoting feelings, and even took Draco along with her.
Draco sneered: "If you want to go find your little boyfriend, don't take me with you, although I still vaguely remember that I am your fiancé."
Nephthys looked at him curiously: "If you are not happy with our friendship, you can leave. I see you are enjoying it too!"
Draco was so angry that he fell down and couldn't do anything. The Slytherins were surprised and respected, but they didn't understand. They looked at each other in disbelief as their beautiful school belle fortune teller was so busy every day with one hand alchemy explosives, one hand crystal ball, and the Lion Court Snake Court jumping left and right.
Although it didn't seem to produce much results, it was a good thing to restrain Draco, the venomous king.
Until the day when the Death Eaters confiscated their wands and surrounded the castle, Nephthys descended from the sky and blasted away the Death Eaters' encirclement with a cannon, her long silver hair flying in the wind, and she became the real savior.
"This is what a diviner is like, with explosives in one hand and crystals in the other. Cyber divination, physical sacrifice to the heavens! Listen to the applause!"
There was sparse applause on the battlefield. When Nephthys looked back, it turned out that there were only a few left by her bombing.
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After the war, a reporter interviewed Harry Potter: "Having won this battle, how do you feel in your heart?"
Harry Potter excitedly waved the improved detachable gun wand in his hand: "Ron! This thing is much easier to use than the wand!"
Hermione cleared her throat beside her, and Harry choked for a moment before adding: "This is true for Aurors, but ordinary professional wizards still need to follow traditions, such as diviners... Uh..." He couldn't go on at all.
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