Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 379 My Past 4

"Don't volunteer to donate blood! No! They will use this as blackmail later!"

Even though she was beaten black and blue and had lost her original appearance, Narcissa still risked her life to give advice.

"I do..." I said these three words with difficulty and then fainted.

When he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the corners of Oropher's lips curled up.

When I woke up again, it was said that three days and three nights had passed.

This time, I was invited into the core of the mother tree.

Next to me was Thranduil, who was almost an adult.

Obviously, the "benefits" he gained from me were far greater than those from the abandoned dark elf.

"You're awake." His eyes were filled with indescribable eagerness.

As if he knew what I wanted to ask: "My sister is safe, don't worry."

"You saved my brother and me. I can't thank you enough. How could I hurt you..."

He paused for a moment and said, "My sister doesn't want to kill you, but the spiritual fruit has the effect of stimulating blood. Not to mention magical creatures like you, if you eat it in moderation, you have a chance to awaken into an elf..."

"Unfortunately, she did not inherit the spirit's power, nor did she understand the dosage issue, which caused you to almost explode and die... She felt very guilty and had no face to face you..."

"It's not her fault, and I never blame her..."

"That's good..." He seemed relieved.

His eyes were slightly evasive, as if he was hiding some important facts from me.

He was clearly more savvy than Narcissa.

"You can stay here, and we will treat you as a guest of honor."

He twirled the ring on his finger unconsciously.

This is one of Lucius' classic gestures. He will have this subconscious behavior when he is calculating against others.

"I think you know that unicorn blood is only effective if it is donated voluntarily..."

It was like a basin of cold water that woke me up.

Thranduil in my previous life was not my gentle and strong father.

He only cared about Narcissa, his biological sister.

And I am just a stepping stone to their success.

Once I had this realization, I was overwhelmed by the weakness from excessive blood loss.

I am allowed to live in the core of the mother tree. Isn't this a disguised form of house arrest?

They have many ways to force me to do it.

Elves are far from being as noble as I thought they were.

No wonder Draco repeatedly warned me not to trust anyone, even if that person was my relative.

"You seem to have many misunderstandings about me..." Thranduil sighed.

"It is not my wish to deprive you of the opportunity to transform into a human form..."

"What do you mean?"

“…Not only can you not awaken as an elf, you can’t transform into a human form either…” He rubbed his brow.

"You mean, I will live forever as a unicorn..."

His eyes were filled with apology and compassion.

This is what Eric said, the real reason why I couldn’t wake up for a long time!

"I have become your tool..."

The appearance of an elf changes as its strength grows.

They do not age and remain in their prime forever.

And Thranduil was still a baby yesterday, but today he is almost an adult. It is all due to the abundant spiritual power contained in my blood.

Thranduil's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How can I believe that you and your sister are working together to gain my trust?"

"If it is really as you assume, how will you deal with it?"