Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 409 My Past 34

"I……"

He noticed a red mark on my neck and his eyes dimmed.

"Bug bite?"

He pointed.

"Well, it's a blood-sucking poisonous mosquito!"

I quickly covered it with my hands.

"I made an ointment to prevent mosquito bites. Do you want to try it?"

He took out a brocade box from his arms.

"Thanks……"

The spell will do me no harm, but the traces of Legolas left on me are not among them.

Because, those... were not caused by the curse...

"You asked me to come here because..."

I guided him to the point.

"Salazar sent me here. He said everything is ready on his end."

"Why are you telling me?" I asked, not understanding.

Salazar thought of a way to peel Legolas out of the dragon's body. Wouldn't it be better to talk to the person involved directly?

Harry hesitated and said, "You are the most crucial link..."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a very risky matter..." He looked into my eyes: "If he fails, he might be trapped in the dragon's body for the rest of his life, and he won't even be able to transform into an elf..."

My palms are cold.

"Then why are you telling me today?"

I forced myself to calm down.

"Little unicorn, it's not like I don't know everything about you in your life..." He slowly approached me.

"Although, for me, that was a very distant past... I have found traces of you in the history of the Slytherin family..."

"It dates back to the days of the three Peverell brothers..."

He handed me a parchment scroll.

"Rather than saying that the clue to the Deathly Hallows was a bargaining chip used by Legolas in exchange, it would be better to say that it was you, or rather, your ancestors..."

"How did the three Peverell brothers create the Deathly Hallows and use them to communicate with the God of Death? It would be impossible without any external help..."

"Unicorn blood is so precious, let alone the descendants of the Unicorn King. This is the magic of you. Your blood can obviously prolong the lifespan of others, but it will become a curse against their will..."

I had no idea how many years she had lived when I took over this body.

His words seemed to open the door to a new world for me.

"Hey..." I waved the parchment in my hand and said, "Can you lend it to me for two days?"

Harry hesitated and said, "It's best not to be discovered by Legolas..."

"Don't let me find out anything?"

A voice came from behind.

Just hearing this sound, my legs started to go weak.

These days, he really "bullied" me too much...

He took the scroll from my hand, looked at Harry warily, and examined it carefully.

"Peverell's fairy tale? Do you wizards really believe it?" Legolas smiled indifferently.

He stuffed the parchment scroll into my arms: "It can help relieve boredom."

It clearly records the mystery of my life experience, so how did it become "The Tales of Beethoven the Bard"?

Harry winked at me.

I realized that he used potion to soak the parchment, and only certain people, or only us who are immune to magic, can read the true content.

Legolas had to deal with Thranduil's assessment today. He just chatted with us for a few words and then left.

Before leaving, he gave Harry a warning glance.

"How is it? Are you impressed by my acting skills?"