[HP] Crack

He didn't remind him that at this moment the three Horcruxes were gathered together... If they were all asleep, there would be no problem, but now that he is awake, the initiative is in his hands.

He watched the boy follow the old woman alone into a dark, rotting house, and she also reeked of rotting corpses... mixed together, the stupid, innocent boy didn't notice, he didn't even It turned out she was speaking Parseltongue.

Parseltongue, one of his proud skills, why did it appear on him?This question made him uncomfortable, so he temporarily put it aside.The angle of view moves, there is no difference, it is all a stinking black.Wand raised, the boy moved sideways between the old woman and her unmade bed, keeping his eyes on her sagging, wrinkled, and corpse-spotted face.That's right, but the result still doesn't change.

"What is this?" the boy asked.

"There." Another Horcrux said, pointing to the messy pile of dirty clothes.

At that moment, he had a strange idea, maybe this Soul Piece had also woken up, otherwise Nagini's wisdom had exceeded his expectations.But he can't say, he can't say anything... He's been asleep for 16 years, hasn't he?He was out of date, and the only grasp of the present was the few poor memory fragments found in Harry's brain, most of which were unnutritious things.

The boy looked away, searching through the pile of things.He easily captured his shallow mind, he was still looking forward to finding a sword... he waited patiently, the guy should make a move.

The field of vision flickered, and the figure of the old woman flashed in the corner of my vision. She moved strangely, which was an omen.The boy turned around in horror, his whole body was weak... The old body fell down, and a big colorful snake shot out from her neck, and opened its bloody mouth.

It's on, he grinned, shouting in his head.The boy was dizzy, and the big snake rushed up and bit him on the forearm—through the thick cotton coat, it wasn't too serious, at least he wouldn't die immediately.But his arm was thrown up, and the wand came out and hit the dilapidated headlight above his head. It spun and went out all of a sudden, and the lamp tube fell to the ground with a screeching sound.

"Watch him!"

This voice comes from the strongest self, or the most complete... soon it won't be him, soon...

With a stagger, he fell into the pile of smelly clothes on the dressing table, and the snake's tail hit him in the abdomen.He felt the pain too, the pain in his heart... like the day, as if it were yesterday, he put his wand to the forehead of the baby who was staring at him curiously, gave the command to die - and he was broken , becoming nothing, severe pain and fear wrapped him up, making him extremely vulnerable.

Within seconds of his trance, Harry had been wrapped tightly around the snake on the ground.His cheekbones pressed against the hard ground, and the big snake squeezed almost all the air out of his lungs, pressing the cold locket into his chest like a sharp ice pick, a few inches away from his heart In the distance... the boy's struggle became weaker and weaker, and a large white cold light flashed in his mind, but it was not as cold as the darkness of the night of death... The girl downstairs shouted loudly, he knew it was now, hurry up Chance--

He squeezed his unconscious soul out of the way without a hitch, his forehead throbbing, and he could feel the main soul flying high in the icy cold of England, brimming with ecstasy, without broomsticks or Thestrals.

You can still be happy for more than ten seconds, he sneered silently, moved his fingers slightly, and the feeling of almost suffocation disappeared instantly.But the physical discomfort still existed, he coughed, stood up against the wall, and tried to control this young body for the first time.He felt a little blurry in front of his eyes.

By the way, the glasses seem to fly out.He frowned and bent down to search.His original eyesight had always been good, and his magic became more extraordinary, but the only boy in the legend who could defeat him wore a pair of silly glasses.

He found his glasses in the corner, wiped the dust off them with his fingertips and put them on again.Nagini's body slid over the broken china and dirty clothes. It seemed to sense something, looked at him in confusion, and didn't venture in.This made him feel relieved that the piece of soul hadn't awakened yet, otherwise it would immediately pounce on him and kill his potential competitor, just like he was about to do to him.

Vision became clear, and he circled around Nagini's massive snake looking for the boy's lost wand.The deep black sky reappeared in his mind, and he was getting closer...he saw the corner of his wand...

"Harry, Harry!" A series of stumbling footsteps followed by a panicked cry, he looked towards the stairs, and the stupid girl ran up - easily leaving Potter alone to follow a Horcrux up the stairs, they How did you survive until now?

She ran to the door of the room and was about to speak when he raised his finger to her, and a red light hit her forehead.Her body shook and fell to the ground.He stopped looking at her, his expression changing, stepping over the pile of broken glass to Harry's wand.

The wand hit something while flying, and it was broken in two. The phoenix feather exposed on the broken surface satirized him ridiculously.He paused for a second, picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket, turned around and aimed his finger at the big snake crawling against the wall, and the Stunning Spell hit it again.Huang Chengcheng's snake eyes straightened, and he lay down on the ground with a bang, he hooked his fingers and it floated up by itself, following behind him.The scar exploded suddenly, he had already arrived... The connection between the soul piece and the main soul was closer than he imagined, and it was even a little out of control.He grabbed Nagini's slippery body and spun and disappeared into the darkness, his own furious roar behind his ears.

"Where?...Where are you...Nagini, answer me!"

He opened his eyes, got up from the ground, shook the weeds and fallen leaves on his robe, and used some simple magic to clean the stains on it.As far as he knew Harry hadn't bathed for a long time, and every time he used a cleansing spell to get rid of the smell when he couldn't stand it.

"Nagini..."

The scar on his forehead jumped and he pressed it, his fingertips felt a little cold.That grim voice still echoes, trying to wake his pet.He sneered, glanced at the still unconscious big snake, and ignored it.The place where he Apparated was a forest that Harry and Hermione had been in before, and he walked to the river in the woods. He didn't have much time, but a delay of a minute or two was fine.First, he wants to see his face.

He had only seen Harry when he was one year old, and to him, all babies looked alike... The only thing that impressed him was the pair of emerald green eyes, looking straight at him, as if he was James ...but soon he realizes he's not his father and starts crying.

Of course it was difficult to see himself in Harry's memory.He survived, lived to adulthood, and must have been unrecognizable.Anyway, perhaps out of a desire he couldn't explain himself, he felt that he should see his face before committing to that plan.

The light at night is very dim, and there is only a heavy silver black in the river water.He squatted down, a beam of warm orange light floated from his palm and shone on his cheeks, which was a bit dazzling.

The effect of the compound potion has faded, and the face reflected in the river is a bit dirty, perhaps covered with ashes in Bagshot's dark room.Harry's face was very handsome, his black hair was piled up in a mess, and his skin looked very gentle under the warm light.Those emerald green eyes were as bright as in memory, but they looked a little cold at this time - it should be because of himself, in fact, this face is not Harry at all now, with cold eyes and slightly pursed lips, it looks like someone who is about to The Grim Reaper on the expedition.Satisfied with the analogy, he stood up and walked to Nagini, cast a small charm to wake it up, and whispered in a Parseltongue hissing: "Take Lord Voldemort to the nearest Death Eater." .”