[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

When Harry woke up again, he was desperate to find that his hands and feet were bound again.The equipment this time was higher-end than last time. This time he was tied to an x-shaped device, his hands and feet were tied to the four ends of the x, and he was forced to open, with no clothes on his upper body.

This device gave him a very bad premonition, and Harry couldn't help but ask, "Why do you do this--this Muggle-style bondage?" Harry struggled for a long time, but still gave a "Muggle-style" adjective.

The smoke above the cauldron hadn't dissipated yet, and the Dark Lord was bottled the new potion. Hearing this, he gave him a surprised look: "Boy, you are so brave. After you fled so boldly and recklessly, you would still Asking me questions like nothing happened. Courage."

The Dark Lord withdrew his eyes, continued to work on potion bottling, and answered the boy's "courageous" question: "Of course it's because the magic binding will affect the effect of the potion. What do you think I will do? A 14-year-old boy? "

"I thought—" said Harry, swallowing his saliva, trying to maintain an outward composure, "I thought you wouldn't accept Muggle stuff."

"Where did you get this misconception," said the Dark Lord, "I'm a pragmatist, and use whichever is better. In most cases, magic is more convenient, and in rare cases, it is acceptable to use non-magical means What's more, the intersection of the wizarding world and the Muggle world is more than you can imagine, if you reject all Muggle products, the wizarding world will be over immediately."

The items in the Muggle world are really useful, and the prices are much cheaper than those in the wizarding world. In his youth when he was still troubled by money, as an orphan who could only buy second-hand books and wear second-hand robes, he was actually quite partial to them. Muggle supplies, after all, are cheap and good, he even bought a stack of Muggle notebooks to take notes and keep a diary, and finally even made one of the Muggle diaries into his own Horcrux, sealing that he would never want to Nostalgic childhood and blood relationship.

And the Hogwarts trains come from antique locomotives brought from the Muggle world (maybe advanced for which era?), and a lot of food in the wizarding world is sourced directly from the Muggle world (where do you think wizards who don’t farm land come from? access to food?), and so on.To say that it is completely separated from the Muggle world, the wizard world is the first to be unable to support it.

In addition, the Dark Lord added a note to himself from the bottom of his heart: However, after the chaos of soul cutting, he is indeed a fool.

Harry looked very surprised, but the Dark Lord felt that more than half of his surprise was feigned. It was obviously fear and uneasiness, but for a 14-year-old Gryffindor who had been maliciously transformed, this performance was not bad.

Obviously, this little guy subconsciously felt his kindness towards him keenly, that's why he was so bold. He might also have a vague feeling that he deliberately let him try to escape——

Wait, let him try to escape on purpose?

Of course it was on purpose.

During the past four days, Nagini deliberately did not show his face, let Nagini monitor and mislead him, and indulged the incompetent and guilty Wormtail to contact him. The whole small building did not make too many magic traps, and almost sang to him openly: let's go , let's go!

This is not intentional, how can it be called intentional?

How to make a Gryffindor with a similar soul essence stay by his side obediently?

What if the premise and restrictions are added: this Gryffindor's soul is unstable, he cannot accept too strong spells before his soul is stable, he cannot be monitored, and his whole body is a fragile product?

All drastic methods were restrained, and all overly direct methods were strictly restricted. Fortunately, he could always find a suitable method.

"Take your time," said the Dark Lord, his smile easy and profound, "you will understand me."

Harry's skin got goosebumps.

The Dark Lord finally finished filling the potion bottle.

He looked at his work with satisfaction and said, "Although I haven't made potions for so long, the result is not bad."

Harry answered immediately: "What are you doing?"

The Dark Lord turned his gaze to the bound boy.

Not everyone has the courage to face him with such an attitude, his servants who knelt under him, those so-called enemies who panicked and fled in fear, and those who begged in front of him to be willing to sell everything coward.This boy dared to face himself when he was only 11 years old when he was only the first grader at Hogwarts, but now, in such a dire situation, he still tried his best to maintain the atmosphere in a peaceful conversation, neither humble nor overbearing, which made him a little bit Appreciate it.

"Boy," the Dark Lord approached Harry with admiration for his Horcrux boy.He gently brushed his hair back, then touched his scar maliciously - Harry frowned slightly in the soul current - and removed the soul seal.

"Ah——" Harry let out a sharp scream suddenly. The unhealed soul, the soul piece struggling to leave, and the sudden surge of pain magnified and re-magnified the pain in the soul, and Harry's face was in pain. They were all wrinkled, their heads seemed to be split open, and the emerald green eyes were filled with physiological tears.

The Dark Lord admired the boy's pain while waiting for the effect of the seal to dissipate.He said leisurely in the background of screaming, "Boy, no matter how much you ask, it can't cover up the fact that you broke your promise and will be punished."

After a pause, the Dark Lord said again: "Oh, there will be more pain, be prepared."

Then, with Harry's "No-please-don't-let me-" in the background, he waved his wand, sending the freshly brewed potion flying like chains over the boy Start drawing the magic pattern.

The potion made a burning sound when it touched the skin, and Harry's screams went up to a new level. His tears and snot flowed down together. Layers of hell - Hermione popularized this Chinese legend to him - burning, freezing, cutting by knives.But when he found out out of curiosity back then, Harry never imagined that one day he would be tortured like this.

Complicated and detailed textures are slowly drawn on the skin, oozing blood-like colors.Almost every muscle in Harry was trembling, screaming, begging for mercy, but the sound that came out of his mouth was broken and high-pitched, barely a word, just approximate single syllables.Thoughts and memories seemed to be being broken, his mind was in a state of confusion, the glasses fell from the bridge of his nose due to violent movements, and fell to the ground, and the cracking sound was lost in Harry's screams.

After the outline is completed, the bound boy seems to be offering sacrifices, with a sacred sadness.The magic patterns danced and flickered like flames, emitting a faint purple light, against the boy's fair skin, ghostly, cold and mysterious.

The magic pattern was completed, and the magic power began to flow. Harry felt that his headache was much better, and he could barely think about something, but the pain in his body, like a burning electric shock, was constantly circling, rising, and intensifying, breaking through his pain time and time again. The upper limit of pain - it's already so painful, why is there more pain!

Reason and emotion said to him together: faint, faint!Just pass out!

However, the will is still so clear that he can even perceive the flow of magic power, and the more painful perception that this flow brings.The power that lingers, the power that is mischievous, and the power that flows in the body.It was the first time he experienced magic power so clearly. Compared with it, the crude experience in those spell classes and transfiguration classes was nothing but child's play.

However, the clearer the perception of magic power, the clearer the perception of pain.At the beginning when the brain was blank and chaotic, the body's feedback was only "pain! pain! pain!"; but now with clear perception, those burning and freezing, those circling and stagnation, seesaw in the body ten times and a hundred times , the clearer it is, the more painful it is.

The Dark Lord is rarely apologetic, but in just a few days, he was able to research targeted magic patterns and potions, which is already very difficult. He still has a lot to do, and he must quickly solve the problem of Harry's soul slice. No time for pain relief.

In fact, this kind of pain is even good for the fusion of souls and the development of magic power. The Dark Lord, with the idea of ​​benefiting Harry, did not specifically optimize the pain.He thought coldly: When he tore his soul apart and fumbled to do various magic experiments, he also encountered more pain, and he didn't survive it.

However, he thought of himself at the time, and also hoped that the pain could be alleviated, and that someone could comfort him when he was dying to complete the experiment.This is a piece of his soul with a similar childhood and upbringing...

Time passed like seconds and years, the magic power completed the link, and the magic pattern gradually disappeared. Harry choked with tears and flinched.

"Boy," said the Dark Lord, "good boy, stay in this area and don't wander around, understand?"

Harry nodded hastily, his voice was hoarse and crying: "Understood..."

The Dark Lord waved his wand, and the rope snapped.Harry staggered forward and was pulled into his arms by the Dark Lord, saving him from the risk of falling to the ground—Harry's legs were so weak that he could barely stand, let alone walk.

The Dark Lord paused, picked up Harry, and sent him to the bedroom on the fourth floor.

After putting down the boy, the Dark Lord found that his front was almost completely wet with tears. He glanced at his chest, cleaned himself up, and flew over a quilt to cover Harry.

"Sleep well," the Dark Lord said softly.

From now on, you are my true Horcrux boy.