Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 415 My Past 40

I don’t want to be his elder or benefactor… I just want to be his… lover…

"Aurora, are you in there?"

It's Narcissa!

"Mother, why are you here?"

Without even a glance, Narcissa pushed Legolas aside and rushed to me.

"Why didn't you tell us..."

"Legolas asked you to keep it a secret..." Harry added fuel to the fire.

No one expected that Narcissa would slap Legolas in the face.

With a "pop" sound, the air almost froze.

Legolas covered his face and said nothing.

He endured the blow silently.

"What have you done to Aurora?!"

"I will try my best to make it up to her..."

"How to compensate? What kind of compensation?" Narcissa asked unhappily.

"As long as Aurora wants it..."

Narcissa looked at my unicorn form, turned away silently, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You can't give Aurora what she really wants!"

Harry said angrily, "Stop pretending to be sympathetic. Hasn't Aurora been harmed enough by you? Get out!"

"Harry..." I reminded him quietly. Thranduil, who was standing not far away with his hands behind his back, heard it and his face turned pale.

"Am I wrong? Have you ever thought that maybe this is a trap set by their family? They said they were worried about hurting you and had to hide it from his parents, but in the final analysis, they still rely on you to save their lives!"

"Aurora, we'll come see you another day."

Thranduil looked at Harry with murderous intent in her eyes, and she forcefully took Narcissa out.

"I heard that you may never be able to transform again because of this... It's all because of me... I must be a very important person to you..."

Legolas spoke.

He stared at me deeply, as if I was his whole world.

However, there was a deep sense of guilt in his eyes, without even a trace of love.

The punishment brought by the backlash of the unbreakable curse is too severe...

"It's just that I can't remember anything about our past..." He scratched his head in annoyance, "Were you also an elf before? Can you tell me our story?"

He looked curious.

"Aurora is very tired. Let's talk tomorrow!" Harry said with a cold face and kicked Legolas out.

He glanced over, seeming to observe my expression.

Seeing that I didn't say anything to stop me, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll come every day..." Legolas promised loudly at the door.

"The God of Plague is going to become the door god again..." Harry muttered softly.

I knew he was trying to make me happy.

So, he forced a smile.

"Alright! Stop laughing. Laughing is uglier than crying!"

He turned around and looked away.

He raised his head as if observing the patterns on the ceiling.

I knew he was feeling sad for me and was trying hard to hold back his tears.

He is the only one in this world who worries about me without reservation.

Others, more or less, ask something of me.

Only him...

In my eyes, he is also the dumbest guy, no doubt about it.

"Aren't you going home?" It was already late, so I ordered him to leave.

"In addition to physical pain, psychological counseling is equally important!"

He glanced at me and said, "Have you forgotten? I am a doctor..."

He is proficient in Potions and Healing Magic, and his current position at Hogwarts is equivalent to that of Madam Pomfrey.

"If you want to forget Legolas, I can help you..."