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Furious, Harry walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but rattling everything around him.It wasn't until the steak and butter sizzled in the pan that the smell of the food calmed him enough to think about what had just happened—

He fell asleep so loudly?With Voldemort not knowing when to show up?

Voldemort is also very strange, the first thing after entering the door is not to wake him up, but to pull his bandage?

Regardless of reflecting on his vigilance, Harry quickly spread his left hand.When he was in the living room, he was so busy dealing with Voldemort that he didn't have time to look at it; when he took a closer look, the wound that had been oozing blood had stopped, replaced by a long series of ugly, crooked scars.

... Even the Dark Lord would not want to keep these disgusting things on his body forever, would he?

After thinking this way, Harry realized that the direction was wrong, and hurriedly rearranged his thoughts.He certainly didn't want the marks of Umbridge's punishment, let alone that he hadn't lied about Voldemort's return; at the same time, he couldn't expect Voldemort to wipe them away for him, even though Voldemort's body seemed to be incompatible with His eerily synchronized...

Yes, that's the bottom line: why did his wounds appear on Voldemort?

Harry knew that soulmates had a much deeper bond than anyone else, but injuries to one that affected the other's body usually only happened between fully connected couples.And, as far as he knew, instances of such strong influences as his and Voldemort's shouldn't exist.

This shows what?Was Voldemort deceiving him, or was their bond really unbreakable?

Harry squeezed his eyes shut.Although he hoped that Voldemort was playing tricks, he still clearly realized that there was no need for the other party to waste time in such a place-Voldemort would never be willing to endure inexplicable torture; moreover, Voldemort clearly sneered at soul mates, How could they cheat in the direction of deepening the connection?

So, the unresolved part is why the connection between the two of them is extraordinarily strong.

Unlike other soul mates, Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect him, and Harry saw it with his own eyes.But other than that, he had no idea.Assuming that having the same blood on both of them was one factor, what would the rest be?

". . . did you have a twenty-well steak for supper, Harry?"

Harry, who was in deep thought, was awakened by the sound, and then found that the air was full of burnt smell. "Uh..." He stared at the charcoal-black meat in the pot, and then turned around quickly - Voldemort was leaning against the door frame to watch him in his spare time. "You've been there?"

Hearing the questioning in Harry's words, Voldemort spread his hands nonchalantly. "I just want to know how far you can go in a daze."

That's the default.Harry gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the anger that burst out again. "If you have the time to see my jokes, why don't you do it yourself?"

Voldemort blinked, as if amused. "Think about your logic again," he reminded softly, "Harry?"

Harry guessed that the other party meant to make him do things so that he could see his jokes, and this really didn't help his sanity, which was pushed to the edge of a cliff by his anger, was in jeopardy. "Can you get out..." He wanted to say you get out of the kitchen, but he thought of something in the blink of an eye: "Then why did you heal my wound?"

The subject broke for a moment the Dark Lord's fake smiling mask. "This is what I should question you," he hissed, as if he was the same as before, "Can't you just do yourself a favor and don't let people trouble you...or at least don't bump into them on purpose?"

"I didn't bump into it on purpose!" Harry retorted loudly, hearing from Voldemort's mouth the accusation he had heard countless times this term could not help making him angry-maybe anyone could accuse him of acting impulsively, but this The culprit is by no means included - "I'm just telling the truth! It's Umbridge who's torturing me on purpose!"

"Really?" Voldemort replied with a cold snort not to be outdone, "Don't tell me you don't know what kind of person she is—" Seeing Harry open his mouth, he waved his hand impatiently, "And since you know , why do you have to go against her? Can I ask you, what is the benefit of doing this other than putting you in confinement? Will anyone believe the truth you brought to them because of your noble and selfless sacrifice?"

"Noble and selfless sacrifice" was so sarcasmous that for a moment Harry just wanted to rebuff Voldemort's insinuations that his actions were meaningless.But as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that Voldemort must know more about the Ministry of Magic's current attitude than he did. "So what do you mean?" He held his breath, feeling that something in his chest was about to explode|explode, "Could it be that you want to provide me with a more effective way to convince people that you are indeed back ?”

As Harry had expected, Voldemort's response to the sarcasm should have been amused, if not furious. "Of course they'll know," he said, almost like a promise, "when they should."

The tone of the statement was exactly the same as before, if and only if Voldemort allowed it or something.Recalling Voldemort's prophetic look back before Dumbledore's Phoenix appeared, Harry frowned, feeling that there must be something underneath. "You really have a plan for this?" He was suspicious, and inevitably became more alert. "What are you trying to do? I mean, aren't you going to lurk?"

But Voldemort didn't answer directly. "So can you stay away from Umbridge?" His tone was rather impatient. "I must say that some of the views of that woman would surprise even Lucius."

Harry couldn't imagine that the Dark Lord was implying that Umbridge was more racist or blood-blooded than Mr. Malfoy. "Isn't that exactly what you like?" he sarcastically said angrily.

Voldemort slowly narrowed his eyes.

"I..." Harry wanted to continue attacking the other party's point of view, but suddenly realized that it was wrong, "You don't like her?" He was shocked and completely unbelievable.

Voldemort pursed his lips in a sharp arc. "I'm assuming you've remembered my request. Also, if you can't make something edible within half an hour," he grinned again, smirking, "then we'll have to go outside to fill up on the street Stomach."

With that he left, leaving Harry to stare at the air.He very much doubted that Voldemort had figured out that he didn't think it was a good idea to make contact with Muggles, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to threaten him so veiledly...

Harry snapped off the fire, threw the unsightly pan into the sink, and dug a new one out of the cupboard.If only I could make poison | medicine, he thought through gritted teeth.

Under the circumstances, Harry didn't expect anything extra from the atmosphere at the dinner table.But amazingly, all went well.Voldemort ate the food Harry had prepared for him slowly, without making a sound.If I had to comment, the Dark Lord's table manners were impeccable, as if medieval nobles had stepped out of a portrait.

Ha, nobleman, Voldemort?

Harry mentally rolled his eyes at his own associations.He decisively killed the thought and planned to pack the tableware.As soon as he looked up, he realized that Voldemort had walked to him from across the long dining table without a sound. "What?" he asked, suppressing the conditioned reflex to jump up.

Voldemort could have seen it, but he only moved the muscles in the arch of his brow. "Hand out."

Harry quickly realized which hand the other was talking about. "You..." He stared at the Dark Lord suspiciously, not wanting to cooperate. "Want to get rid of it?"

"Don't ask what you know." Voldemort showed an expression of being annoyed at Harry's vague reference, "Speak as if you want to."

Harry certainly didn't want Umbridge permanently imprinted on the back of his hand, if at all possible.But the question is, is Voldemort being too kind? "Does that mean that you want to do this to mean that there is no other, more effective solution? For example, to weaken the connection?"

Voldemort stared at Harry in mild surprise. "You were sharp once." He said that, but his tone didn't sound like a compliment at all. "It's just that the answer to this question is obvious—why do you think you're here?"

Harry was taken aback, then realized with exasperation that Voldemort was right.It would be foolish to show such approval, and he managed to ask in a skeptical tone, "You really have a way to completely eliminate it?"

At this time, Voldemort also rolled his eyes, and the vertical pupils flashed away. "If I can't, you can't," he said impatiently, "so do you want it or not?"

As much as Harry wanted to say no, a small voice in his head reminded him to think about what you were here for.Even if it is an expedient measure, he can't give up halfway, he moved reluctantly, and put his left hand on the table——

Slender, pale, and thin, the scars are all the more terrifying in contrast.

Voldemort glanced at him again.Harry had the feeling that he would hear being harsh and critical in a second, so he couldn't help but secretly tense his shoulders, nervously preparing.But to his surprise, Voldemort said nothing more.The Dark Lord looked down and drew out his wand.The frightening and dangerous thing fluttered between the extremely long five fingers, drawing complex and fluent afterimages.Finally, it was vaguely placed beside Harry's outstretched hand, and a burst of soft white light burst out instantly, followed by a more obvious heat flow rushing towards the limbs and bones.

"Hmm..." Harry couldn't help but moaned unexpectedly.Realizing what kind of reaction he had, he suddenly covered his mouth with his free right hand, almost terrified.Oops, body gravity is much more pronounced than it was during the summer vacation...

Voldemort didn't seem to notice. "The effect is better than I imagined," he looked at the long scar on the back of Harry's hand, his tone was extremely flat, "three days should be enough for it to disappear." After a moment's pause, he raised his eyelids to look at Harry, and he was stingy again Turning his eyes away like a bird, he left without hesitation.

Soon, there was only one person left in the restaurant.Harry couldn't hold back his cough anymore, only to realize that he was so flustered that he couldn't breathe.After finally recovering, he turned his head to look at the empty stairwell again, and a new kind of doubt that he had never had before rose in his heart——

Like the soulmate mind connection, body gravity works both ways.When he had feelings, Voldemort couldn't have not.But why did Voldemort seem more resistant than he was?