[HP]Timepiece Countdown

Voldemort awoke with a strange, over-the-top feeling.

Why is the bed so hot and bare today...

He moved uncomfortably.The memory roared back, and before he opened his eyes, he had already realized what the heat source in front of him was—Harry.The other's messy head was buried on his chest, and one hand was on his waist... well, they were both hugging each other to be precise.The windows were closed tightly, and the lingering smell filled his nostrils, unrelentingly reminding him of what happened last night.

It was sticky and smelly, and the two of them just fell asleep like this...

Voldemort felt a headache for no reason.He opened his eyelids at the slowest speed, and at the same time doubted whether his connected brain could properly deal with the current situation; but a more accurate description might be that he doubted whether he could use the previous thinking to deal with the current situation——

Harry was still fast asleep, breathing long and evenly.After time has passed, many traces on the opponent's body have turned dark red, making them more ambiguous and intense.He touched one of them lightly, and the boy snorted ticklishly, curled up, and arched closer to him.

Almost unguarded, Voldemort thought helplessly, but his raised palms were wrapped around Harry's shoulders protectively.He couldn't deny that he enjoyed Harry's unconscious action just now: the instinctive intimacy, the unconditional dependence, made him feel like a dislike...

Wait, enjoy?favorite?

Voldemort raised his hand as if electrocuted.Just as he guessed just now, after connecting, some places inevitably changed.Not only was his brain sending out signals that had never been seen before, but even his hands looked different... No, no, his face seemed to have changed too?

It didn't take long before Voldemort was sure of this -

The flat face was gone, replaced by the look Harry had liked last night.Apparently, connecting with a soulmate completely changed the way magic was supposed to be: it was so powerful that it predated the fact that it should only happen after recovering most of the Horcruxes, and it made him prefer to keep lying around in this mess, with the boy Together……

So depraved!

Voldemort stared angrily at the scattered fabric not far away, both his and Harry's.Well, it looks like he and Harry were tearing at each other's clothes during the gap in his memory...

Unwilling to recall any more, the Dark Lord got up lightly, without making any noise that could be called noisy.He found three wands in the pile of clothes, and couldn't help shaking his head vigorously, to himself.The holly wand was placed by the bedside with Harry's clothes, the serpentine wand was kept close to him, and the yew wand was the one he really wanted to use—

The room quickly returned to normal, including all the suspiciously wrinkled bedding.As if feeling refreshed, Harry turned his back and spread his hands and feet carelessly.This undefended movement allowed him to see his entire body, including the large traces of dried liquid between his legs.

Thinking that most of them were left by him, Voldemort's body began to move around again.To suppress this urge, he had to close his eyes and take several deep breaths.Then, he cleaned up those residues with magic, and quickly put a thin blanket on the boy who was still asleep, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Harry was his destined nemesis, as well as his destined partner, the latter of which he had just made a fact...

Regarding this, he can't say that he didn't expect it. After all, he had several chances before, but he controlled them all...

But it is indeed weird to say that every step Harry made was just right last night, making it impossible for him to stop...

After another moment of downcasting, Voldemort turned and walked out.

By the time Harry woke up, the sun was already in the west.He touched his side subconsciously, the bed was empty, without any residual temperature.A wave of unprovoked panic seized him, causing him to jump up instantly -- unsuccessfully, because his legs were so limp that they didn't feel like his own.

Realizing why this had happened, Harry's face slammed red.He struggled to get to the bed, grabbed his wand, and cast a hasty spell on himself so that no one else would see him walking.By the time he got dressed, he was almost wide awake too - Link told him Voldemort was still around and he didn't have to worry too much.

But it turns out that his heart was obviously released a little too early——

On the way to continuously guide him to find Voldemort, Harry met three groups of people successively.

The first group of people were boys in grades three and four, who would point and click when they saw him.Although Harry was confused, the person on the other side didn't seem to be malicious. He could only keep the confusion in his heart for the time being, and quietly conjured up a water mirror to make sure that there were no suspicious marks on his exposed skin.

The second group consisted of two young school administrators.

"It seems that it is not a wise choice to agree with you to stay," one of them patted Harry on the shoulder and said to him, with regret written all over his face, "a huge loss, I have never seen the headmaster so sad."

The other gave a look of total agreement, but with a little bit of well-hidden delight.

The two of them seemed to have something else to do, and walked away quickly while talking, leaving Harry behind who was still in a daze.

The last group were the girls.Considering that they were from all grades and aggressive, Harry had reason to suspect that they were here to pick on him on purpose.Hell, they were all in tears at the same time, so he didn't know if he should pass a handkerchief the other way around or something.

But Harry couldn't choose between the comforter and the wand in the end.Because one of the girls suddenly burst into tears, and immediately brought everyone into a hug and cried loudly.

Harry didn't think he could solve this kind of battle.Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he stepped back step by step, turned another road and immediately ran wildly——

What did Voldemort do again?

The culprit, or rather the cause of the incident, was Voldemort standing by the main road outside the castle.When Harry walked out the door, he saw that the other party was talking with some people who looked like teachers.But as soon as they saw him approaching, those people smiled knowingly and took the initiative to say goodbye to Voldemort.

This made Harry even more certain that everyone had learned something from Voldemort while he was asleep.He approached the black-haired and black-eyed man slowly, and stood three steps away from him, staring up at the handsome face with no flaws. "What did you tell them?"

"It's nothing." Voldemort replied casually, his eyes swept across Harry's body inadvertently.

Harry didn't realize that his mind was full of question marks at the moment. "'Nothing'?" He repeated the sentence, and couldn't help raising an eyebrow, "Then what happened to those people I met on the road?" Then, he roughly explained the abnormal reactions of the three groups of people. explain.

"They're making such a fuss," Voldemort replied, still looking irrelevant to me, "as if finding a soul mate is such a big deal."

"You... what?!" Harry wanted to continue asking, but when he heard this sentence, his eyes immediately widened uncontrollably: "You told them...?!"

Maybe Harry was overly shocked, and Voldemort's expression finally changed. "I thought you wanted this." He gave Harry a disapproving look.

Of course Harry wanted this.It can be inferred from the previous situation that even if he used some tricks to connect them completely, Voldemort shouldn't have accepted it so quickly? "Why did you suddenly..." He tried hard to find the right words, "So what did you say?"

"The headmaster wants to know why I didn't come to work on time today." Voldemort finally explained reluctantly, and curled his lips slightly, "I can only answer her, I found my soul mate, and I will resign soon."

To be honest, Harry didn't like hearing that.But because it was so unbelievable, both of his eyebrows almost flew into the hairline. "Are you serious?" He asked suspiciously, "I'm not saying that I believe you plan to work here, but the real reason for your resignation should be..." He rolled his eyes, and his eyes drifted to Snake Sangmu not far away. superior.

Voldemort followed Harry's gaze, his lips pursed in what appeared to be a smug smile. "I thought you'd thank me," he said meaningfully, "otherwise you wouldn't be able to explain to other people why you had to stay. Love at first sight is such a poor excuse that no one who knows you will believe it."

"There's something wrong with it, but that's my business." Harry pointed out immediately, feeling like he was beginning to get a glimpse of something substantial. "You did think about it for me, didn't you?" he asked softly.The hope that he didn't dare to have before sneaked out, like a spark, swaying in his heart expectantly and anxiously.

Voldemort stared at Harry without answering immediately.After a while, he suddenly said firmly: "You can't be sure whether the connection is useful or not, but you did it without hesitation."

The word "done" had many meanings, but it was the latest and most intimate image that popped into Harry's mind first. "I..." he opened his mouth—the memories made his whole body hot—"I think it's okay," he tried to maintain the coherence of the sentence, so that he would not be defeated by the close look, "anyway It's definitely more useful than the cat-and-mouse game you mentioned."

I don't know if it was Harry's delusion, but when he heard "the cat and mouse game you said", Voldemort showed a slight smile-probably because of the hidden vengeance in it.

This gave Harry more courage to continue. "And," he said, thinking that the most daring thing has been done anyway, and it's not bad, "although you won't admit it, you want it as much as I do." Voldemort's gaze sharpened, And Harry went forward without fear, "Although it is very difficult, you can also have the same emotions as me-I am absolutely sure."

With the premise of last night, any refutation is futile, Voldemort pursed his lips.The small empty bottle that he kept in his pocket for most of the day also reminded him with the hard texture of glass through the fabric that Felicia Felicia could indeed push Harry to make the most suitable choice, but it was not a love potion.

If there's only a little bit of luck between them...seriously, he has hardly any luck when it comes to Harry...if he was really wrong about disconnecting...now talking about being right Or is it too late, and he has to tackle new, possible problems...

It took a long time for Voldemort to reply in a flat tone: "And what I'm sure of is that you will definitely push your limits."

Harry took a step forward so that he could look into the other's eyes.Those eyes were as black as ink, as if he couldn't see anything; when he got closer, he found something swaying behind the darkness, faintly coming out——

The goal has finally been achieved... As long as he is willing, nothing he can do after that can be traced...

But he was not happy at all, he was too calm...

The chaos started when he actually touched Harry, and now it's over...

He has no position to accuse or complain about anything, in fact he has no such thoughts at all...

Regret is meaningless... Even if time goes back, he will listen to the prophecy and do it again...

Harry staggered and almost lost his footing.Before, in the Occlumency state, he had also been able to pick up Voldemort's sporadic thoughts intermittently; but never as completely and deeply as this time.

"So that's how you guessed back in time?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Realizing what had happened, Voldemort couldn't help sighing in exasperation. "I knew that sooner or later nothing would be able to stop that damn connection!"

Harry stared at the man in front of him for a moment.I don't know if it was because of the connection that was finally completed, or because the two stood face to face, he felt that his thinking had never been so sharp and clear——

Voldemort thought regret was pointless, but reflexively stood in front of him when he felt threatened... It seemed extremely contradictory, but it seemed like something the Dark Lord would do.

He had thought their differences would never be reconciled, but that wasn't really the case.Looking forward, they could agree perfectly on this issue.And as long as one thing starts, there will soon be a second, third time...

"That's not some goddamn connection," Harry couldn't help retorting. "It took a little effort, but it made things better...I mean, it definitely made things better faster."

"Explain what speeding up is," Voldemort folded his arms, still annoyed, "you're making it sound like we're going to..." He stopped short.

"Yes, we will." Harry said quickly, pulling down one of the other's hands and clenching it tightly, "I think we should be grateful for it."

Voldemort stared at Harry in disbelief, his eyes gradually sliding down to their touching hands.But when it was lifted again, it was already stained with some other color, which Harry had seen the night before.He leaned forward slowly, in Harry's direction.And Harry found himself standing on tiptoe to meet him, still holding his breath and blushing at what was about to happen—

As if the north and south poles of a magnet attract each other, the lips and tongues of the two finally overlap perfectly and are inseparable.

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Extra

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In February of the following year, Harry received the Resurrection Stone ring on the White Cliffs as Voldemort's reply to his protests against the Dark Lord's unauthorized raids on personal belongings and empty bottles of Felicia.