She had never expected to see the Death Eater again, one of those mad men who sought pure blood. It's just that he no longer maintains the fanatical and arrogant look of the past. He is completely downcast and depressed.
"He's doing something terrible." The guy seemed to be on the verge of collapse. "He was taking Kreacher with him. I thought... I don't know, he actually wanted to... He wanted to..."
"Cut the soul." Carol said his unspoken words, "He wants to live forever."
She saw the proud son of Blake looking at her in shock, "... You know?"
"What do you think I was captured by you to do, to endure the life-and-death water that a second grader would have? What he wants to do is to even that slug doesn't know about the soul palliative. So," she asked sarcastically, "did you just find out that you followed some kind of lunatic?"
She saw little Blake's complicated eyes avoiding her.
Thinking that this guy was one of them, he couldn't help but frown.
"I'm sorry, I don't know who to trust..." She heard the guy's guilt creeping into his voice: "I don't know what to do... I never thought... Can you help me? Field."
He's really desperate
Carol Field thought, covering her arms.
Otherwise, he would be really crazy to want to help himself.
"For the sake of letting me go," she sighed silently, "Regulus Black, I owe you once."
Pro era.
The male protagonist of the copywriting...
The comradeship between two lonely "cowards" during the war years
(Yes, I climbed the wall again (dog head to save life)
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