Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 377 My Past 2

Oropher took the baby in his arms and gave him a name.

Thranduil opened his five fingers and grasped the long hair that fell on Oropher's chest.

That was Lucius’ previous life, the Elf King that I knew!

Then, Oropher picked up another baby.

He checked it out first, then frowned.

"King, what happened?" His attendant came forward.

Oropher looked solemn as he handed the other baby to the servant.

The attendant's expression changed: "The princess... is actually a dark elf!"

"Did I see it wrong? How is that possible! She is the same as the king, a blonde-haired, gray-eyed Sindar elf!"

"But...her attributes..."

Not giving up, everyone rushed forward to investigate.

"Her appearance is deceptive, probably because she and Thranduil are twins..."

Oropher made up his mind.

He spread his fingers and gently touched the baby's neck.

The baby called the dark elf was completely unaware of the approaching danger. Instead, it opened its arms and laughed.

The five fingers that Oropher was preparing to exert force with finally lost their strength.

"Drive her out of the elves' territory..."

She's so young...there's no way she can survive!

The compassionate Elf King is so cruel!

The baby called Thranduil cried loudly.

He could only watch half of his body disappear into the distance.

He wanted to stop it all, but he couldn't even say a word.

The abandoned baby did not know his fate yet.

She was lying on the ground, while her brother, who was born with her, was carried into the core of the mother tree by the Elf King Oropher.

From now on, the fate of the two will be the difference between cloud and mud.

I sensed a familiar presence in both Thranduil and the abandoned baby.

I boldly guess that the dark elf was the previous life of my mother, Narcissa.

She wasn't even named.

Perhaps, dark elves do not deserve to have names.

How could I watch Narcissa's previous life die in front of me?

Without food and water, her cries grew quieter.

He was crying out at the top of his lungs just now, but now his voice is so hoarse that he can't make any sound.

I couldn't bear it, so I cut my hoof, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and dripped them between the baby's lips.

Her bloodless lips immediately turned red and regained their vitality.

It even grew noticeably bigger because of my blood.

I continued, feeding her more blood.

In the blink of an eye, she has grown into a girl over five years old.

"You saved me..."

She had a pair of beautiful eyes, and she looked very similar to Narcissa when she was a child.

"How can I repay you?" she asked again.

"I don't need your repayment, I saved you out of my heart..."

She is my mother... I just hope she is well, why would I need anything in return?

"Are all unicorns as... naive as you?"

She said with a look of disappointment.

"Your blood is a waste if used on me... Even my people have abandoned me..."

She found a tree and sat on the ground.

Look at the stars in the night sky.

"Tell me, if I offer you to the Elf King, will they provide shelter for a dark elf like me?"

"What did you say?" I kept my distance from her cautiously.

"Fool..." She snorted coldly.

"Are you scared now? Haven't you heard the story of the farmer and the snake? I am a dark elf who brings disaster. You should stay away from me..."

She deliberately showed a cold expression that kept people at a distance.

But I know that she really wants me to be close to her.