Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 493 United Front

"She seemed to have gone mad, and kept stroking the Dark Mark on her arm, sometimes talking to herself, and sometimes laughing crazily."

Harry frowned.

Bellatrix Lestrange, once the apple of the eye of the Black family.

As the eldest daughter of the Black family, she has been loved and pampered since childhood.

In addition, she inherited her parents' beautiful looks, so even though she is arrogant and conceited, she still has many suitors.

Unfortunately, I met someone who was too talented when I was young.

Once you meet Voldemort, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

"Perhaps, she thought she saw hope because of the changes in the Dark Mark?"

As Voldemort's number one fan and admirer, Bellatrix would definitely be recruited by Voldemort at the first opportunity.

"Ask for her memory?"

Maybe there are some clues.

"Let me try."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

We didn’t rush it.

But Harry's expression was unpredictable.

Every time I tried to speak, Draco stopped me.

He explained to me in his mind: "What Harry is doing now is very similar to Legilimency. Once he is captured, he will be in great danger..."

Yes, just like the brain-blocking technique, attack and defense are just a matter of thought.

Even a master like Snape can make mistakes sometimes.

Not to mention Harry, who doesn't have much experience and knowledge.

He finally let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes.

"I never knew that Voldemort had such an affair with a married woman..."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked with a gossipy look on his face.

"Bellatrix Lestrange slept with Voldemort. Her mind is full of this... nothing useful..."

Perhaps, that memory is the most important in her life.

It was enough to support her beautiful life in Azkaban for more than ten years.

"I don't want to watch it anymore..."

Harry looked pale, and even the look he gave me was indescribable.

I knew that when he searched Bellatrix's memories, he must have used the first-person perspective.

He was inside Bella's body, being raped by Voldemort.

As a straight man, it is indeed difficult for him to accept.

"Okay, if you don't want to watch it, don't watch it..."

"Aurora, I need to wash my eyes..." Harry hugged me from behind.

He grabbed my collar.

"Let me see, how serious is it to wear a turtleneck?"

"Aurora, why are you hiding it? If he wants to see it, just show it to him..." Draco looked provocative.

"Well……"

One from top to bottom, one from bottom to top.

Draco's kisses went from my belly button all the way up.

Harry, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.

He followed the marks Draco had left yesterday... deepening them one by one.

"Why...why is it that only the world in which I am injured has been achieved..."

I couldn't help but let out a cry of grief.

"I don't mind you washing Harry's eyes yourself, but you have to get some interest back. Aurora, as a member of the Malfoy family, you should implement the basic principle of maximizing our interests to the end..."

Draco coaxed and lied.

"But...but, you are only maximizing your own interests..." I refuted his words.

"What separates us?" He stretched out his hand and interlocked our fingers.

"Besides, you are lying here quietly and enjoying yourself. You are a vested interest anyway."

"Aurora is so ungrateful..." Harry echoed.

When did the two of them unite as one?