Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 261 My Feather

"Brother, how can I meet people in this state?"

I helplessly fiddled with Polar's wavy hair.

A pair of huge brown wings drooped from its naked back.

A naked body, with only a piece of cloth covering the scenery in front of the chest.

Draco, who was standing next to me, was finely dressed except for two holes on the back of his shirt, forming a sharp contrast with my disheveled appearance.

He smiled mysteriously and took something out of his pocket.

"Why would there be a ring that conceals the appearance of an elf?"

Could it be that Narcissa also has the ability to predict the future?

"Mom has always believed that you will awaken the blood of the elves just like us, so the ring was made from the beginning..."

The woman was worried about putting pressure on me, so she gave it to Draco for safekeeping.

"Mom..." I held the ring and my nose felt sore.

Draco carefully wiped the tears from my face.

"What a crybaby... He always becomes sentimental whenever his mother is involved..."

"I even doubt your orientation..."

"What a joke!"

Narcissa is my creator. Although I was not conceived through her body, deep in my heart, I have long regarded her as my biological mother.

"Let me help you put it on..." Draco's tone was extremely gentle.

"It's like we're exchanging rings..." I blurted out.

"Yeah...I think so too..."

I regained my human appearance.

The extremely long hair originally covered the graceful curves of her chest and back, but now it appeared in front of Draco.

"You...turn around quickly!"

"it is good……"

He turned his back reluctantly, but deep in my heart, I felt a sense of loss.

I am really impressed by myself...I am so entangled in this state.

I quickly put on my clothes, only to find that the scene outside had changed.

The originally charred tree trunks and dry branches and leaves have begun to sprout new buds.

Harry was leaning against the side, drowsy at first, but when he heard the noise he instantly pulled out his wand.

"Harry, it's me..."

Before I could utter "I'm back" he pulled my arm by and held it in his arms.

He sniffed the scent of my hair and murmured, "Aurora, you finally showed up... I thought you had met with an accident..."

"There's a living person here..." Draco said with a light cough.

"What's going on? You've been gone for so long..." Harry looked worried.

Draco and I exchanged glances. "There's something weird going on here. We seem to have accidentally entered the hiding place of Voldemort's soul. It took us a long time to find our way out..."

Harry fired a flare into the air.

Soon after, Tom and Abraxas arrived upon hearing the news.

"You are trapped here?"

"There is the breath of the main soul here... The original vitality should have been sucked away by it..." Tom's hand gently touched the tender branches.

Even Tom makes mistakes!

I wanted to humiliate him, but I knew that I couldn't tell him the real answer.

The powerful strength, eternal life, and stunning beauty contained in the elves' bloodline...all of these have been what people have been striving to pursue for thousands of years.

The mere appearance of the Philosopher's Stone caused a bloody storm.

Once our identities are known, the consequences will be disastrous...

"Look, here is a bird's feather..."

The feather that fell when the elven bloodline awakened suddenly appeared in Harry's hand.