[HP] Crack

"They betrayed you after your death, all claiming that they were controlled. Is that what you mean?"

He still didn't respond, but no response was the best response.Harry could feel a little bit of his mood swings, anger - at the Death Eaters as well as at him; confusion, maybe a touch of fear.He didn't understand, Harry realized it, he didn't know why he'd been betrayed.In other words, he didn't understand why his servants turned around so quickly—almost in an instant, this dark fortress collapsed, trees fell and monkeys scattered, and almost no one believed that he could make a comeback, and no one went to look for him Even though he had already proven himself to be the most powerful Dark wizard in a century, the group would rather believe that he had been defeated by a one-year-old baby.

"Uh... There may be many reasons for this. But I think it's probably because you don't trust them enough to become like this." Harry thought for a while and said.

"I trust them enough." The man interrupted him coldly.

"No, you don't trust them. You never give them what is really important, do you? You don't leave your backs to them, because even though you seem to trust your servants so much, you can You essentially don't trust anyone."

"I gave Lucius a Horcrux, I thought—"

"Thought he'd keep it safe, didn't you? If you really thought so, you should have told him it was a Horcrux, but you didn't. He probably thought it was just a Dark Artifact... See, that's what you did to him Mistrust," said Harry.Voldemort fell silent again.

"Truly trusting a person wholeheartedly can be felt in the process of normal contact. Whether you are wary of him or not, the other party can feel it. Since you don't trust others with all your heart, you can't ask the other party to be loyal to you all the time. ' he continued.Voldemort sneered, and spoke slowly:

"Trust with all your heart? If you sat in this position, Harry, you'd find it impossible... You can say these things now because you're weak, and no one wants to take your place away... ..."

"But there are people everywhere who want to kill me and take me back to claim meritorious service. According to what you said, I shouldn't trust anyone. I should go on the road alone." Harry shouted loudly in his head, overshadowing Voldemort's coldness the sound of.

"A so-called friend has abandoned you."

"He'll be back," said Harry, "I promise."

"I thought those people would come back, too," said Voldemort dismissively.

"Will you bet me? Ron's not like those guys. He'll come back for us," he said stubbornly.In fact, he couldn't tell himself that even if Ron wanted to come to them, Hermione's defensive magic would make it almost impossible, but he just didn't want to admit defeat in this respect.

"Judging from the situation in the past few days, he is just a spoiled boy who only knows how to complain. Your trust is more overflowing than I imagined." He said casually.

"Do you dare?" Harry ignored him.

"You're going to regret your spur of the moment...what's the bet?"

"Um--"

"I suggest a time limit, otherwise this bet probably won't last until the day it becomes effective," he quipped.

"No. If I win, let me think about it—you promise me a request, and we'll talk about it later."

"I hope you don't ask too much." If he was in front of him, he guessed that he must have narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Surely you can fulfill the request," Harry said, "well, it's your turn."

"I also reserve my opinion." Voldemort said lazily, as if he didn't take this bet seriously.Harry gritted his teeth.

Harry was tempted to set off for Godric's Hollow the next day, but Hermione had other ideas.She believed that Voldemort expected that Harry would go to the place where his parents died, and they had to be fully prepared.As she said this, Voldemort sneered.

They stole hair from Muggles shopping before Christmas and practiced Apparating and Apparating repeatedly.Finally, a week later, Hermione agreed to go.They were going to Apparate to the town under the cover of darkness, so the two of them didn't drink the Polyjuice until dusk.Before that, Harry had quietly removed his backpack from Hermione's beaded pouch and dug out the photo album Hagrid had given him long ago.He hasn't looked at it for a long time, and the smiles of men and women in the yellowed photos seem to have become stale.They waved at him, and Harry gazed dreamily at his parents' faces, running his fingers over the photograph.

"Time to go, Harry," Hermione called from behind.He closed the album, took the Polyjuice she offered him, and became a bald, middle-aged Muggle and Hermione his tiny, somewhat mouse-like wife.She put on a heavy coat, and stuffed into the pocket the beaded pouch that contained all their belongings.Harry put the cloak of invisibility on the two of them, took her hand and spun together into the suffocating darkness.

As soon as they landed, they stepped on a piece of soft snow, surrounded by endless black and white.The wind blew into his neckline, and he shrank his neck, looked back, and found that they were standing at the foot of the mountain.Hermione next to her gave a small cry and said, "My God, there will be footprints. Why didn't we think of snow when we came?"

She charmed them away, but Harry didn't want to hide their tracks in such a lame way.He tore off the cloak, stuffed it in his pocket, and took her hand.

"Harry!"

"Let's go, no one's looking at us, and we're on polypharmacy," he said, his voice very gruff.

They waded through the snow, the howling wind blowing at their sideburns and their shaggy hoods.Harry put his hat back on, his nose was red from the cold, and Hermione put a Warming Charm on both of them to make them feel better.

They walked slowly, passing the snow-covered houses along the way.Harry squinted around, each of which might have been where James and Lily once lived, or where Bathilda lived now.He looked at the heavy wooden doors, the high iron fences, and the bare yard, trying to find a familiar shadow, but knew it was impossible.He was only a little over a year old at the time, and he didn't remember anything, not even who took him away... Hagrid said that he took him to Dumbledore overnight, away from the destroyed house.Harry didn't know if he could see it now, what would happen if the Fidelity Charm failed...

Turn left in the alley in front of them, and a small square appears in front of them.In the center of the square is a war memorial-like building, hidden by a Christmas tree that glows in colorful lights in the wind.Here the snow was compacted, and the villagers criss-crossed before them, everywhere illuminated faces and chattering laughter, while carols sang in the nearby chapel.

"Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve!" Hermione whispered.

"Really?" The long time of wandering made him forget the date, and he hadn't read the newspaper for a long time.

"I'm sure," said Hermione, looking out at the moonlit white church, "they...they'll be there, won't they? Your parents? I can see the graveyard behind."

Harry's hand clenched quietly.His heart was shaking, more like fear than excitement.He didn't know what he was going to see, or even whether he wanted to see it or not.He swallowed, the locket on his chest made him feel a little heavy.

Hermione took his hand and walked forward, and when she reached the middle of the square, she stopped suddenly.

"Harry, look!" She pointed at the monument, which changed as they walked past, no longer an obelisk full of names, but three statues: a disheveled, wearing A man with glasses and a long-haired, beautiful woman with a baby boy in her arms.The snowflakes fell on their heads and shoulders, looking white and quiet.

Harry moved closer, looking up at his parents' faces.He never thought there would be a statue of them here.How strange it looked, he thought, when he looked like this when he was a child, not at all... with only a short layer of hair and no scar on his forehead.He could feel that the person in his mind was also watching quietly.