[HP] Crack

He had known for a long time that his oath would not work, but deliberately did not remind him, waiting for it to come in handy one day... How naive is he to have illusions about him, thinking that he will really let him go .Everything he's doing is using him, it's so obvious it's just him being obsessed with it.

He picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on silently.He gradually calmed down, almost wanting to slap himself.

What did he do...?What right did he have to blame Voldemort? He was obviously bewitched by the other party's tricks. Should he blame him for being too high?They were mortal enemies to begin with, and it was perfectly normal for them to plot against each other, and whoever let down his vigilance would be doomed.

"What did you find?" Harry asked suddenly, wiping the sweat off his neck vigorously.

"I'll let you know if I find what I'm looking for, Potter."

"No, you're not going to tell me," Harry looked at him indifferently, "You're going to lie to me, use up those eight minutes and thirty seconds, and kill me."

"I didn't say that."

"You don't need to tell me, I know," Harry was fully awake, and smiled, "I won't cooperate with you, and I won't run away. Let's just waste it like this."

He thought, in fact, the concept of "help" is also very vague, it is not the same as "obedience".He doesn't mind challenging the bottom line of the oath.

"How much time do you think you have to kill, Potter?" the man asked in a low voice, his eyes full of cruelty. "When do you want to see your friend's dead body, huh?"

Harry took a long breath, forcing himself not to get angry.His hands and feet were cold, his heart was pounding heavily against his chest, and it was difficult to breathe.He knew he was in a dead end.

That oath is full of loopholes and has no binding force on the pure-hearted.Voldemort had promised him the time to escape and the wand, but he hadn't said both would happen at the same time - even his claim to kill him before handing it to him would make sense.

He lost, and he shouldn't have agreed at all.Among these oaths, only he can't escape is binding, and this is his Achilles' heel.He is out of time.

But when he escaped to find Draco before, he didn't get punished by the oath...maybe because he didn't want to escape from him, just a temporary trip...no, maybe because going to the hospital was also in the oath One link is a premise, so Magic acquiesced in allowing him to cross the boundary.

In any case, it seemed...he had no choice but to help Voldemort get his magic back.

"I see." He looked at him and said, "What else do you want to do?"

Seemingly seeing his softness, Voldemort finally showed a satisfied smile: "I don't think we need foreplay this time... But things like that before can't happen again, Potter."

"If I had the chance, I'd smash you to pieces."

Dumbledore had told him that Voldemort would not attempt to possess him again, and that the price of his broken soul accessing his whole soul was beyond his reach.But just now he let go of all his defenses against him and let him rub/rub his soul... This time he won't.

"I won't touch your soul this time," said the man. "It's impossible for you to throw me out like last time, Potter."

"I don't see why it shouldn't."

"I didn't expect you to understand." He didn't speak again, and reached out to grab him in front of him.

It's that mysterious, falling feeling again, and I can't grasp any objects to rely on when I reach out.Voldemort was now able to enter his soul effortlessly, which was like a more terrifying Legilimency, and he had no way to stop it.No matter how much he resisted, he did have a bit of connivance towards him, and as long as there was a gap, the other party could sneak in like a snake.

The hand reappeared, but this time it seemed to be a little off, and he couldn't grasp it.What frightened him even more was that he felt that the strength of his struggle was getting weaker and weaker, and all the strength in his body seemed to be sucked away, and all his senses became blurred and far away from him.

No, no—can’t—he can’t be used by him any longer—

Consciousness gradually faded, he was soaked in the deep blue sea, and his memory flashed before his eyes like a scene of a white-soaked drama, like a dream.

"She's dead."

He turned his head sharply.In the cold gray secret room full of snake smell, the frosted shadow of the tall and handsome boy became clearer and clearer, as if walking out of a dream.He played with Harry's wand, and at his feet lay a girl whose life or death was unknown.

"...because she put so much energy into her diary, she opened her soul to me..." He looked at him with dark eyes and whispered, "You too, Harry Potter .”

Do not--

He and Hermione stepped through leg-high weeds, squinted in the wet dirt for edible mushrooms... They ate burnt sea bass, dinner plates and knives and forks in the tent, and the quarrel gave birth to one coherent dream, one after another. An impenetrable barrier... They stepped across the snowy cemetery, brushed away the icy snow on the grave, and the crystal wreath lay in front of the monument, and the moonlight illuminated the golden words on it:

The last enemy to be defeated is death.

It was as if a ray of light rushed into his brain, shattering all the confusion and confusion.As if the forces that suppressed him no longer existed, he suddenly struggled out of the dark sea, with tears all over his head and face.

He pushed the person in front of him away, stumbled and ran out, pulling out the invisibility cloak while running.It was almost noon, and the warm sunlight hit his wet cheeks, and he didn't have the mind to wipe them off, so the water flowed down the undulating arc, or dried on it.

A man's angry roar sounded from behind, but he turned a deaf ear to it, his heart almost flew out of his throat, and his ribs felt a stabbing pain that made him dizzy.

In front of him was a busy Muggle street. He squeezed his invisibility cloak tightly into the crowd, carefully moved into a clothing store, and found a corner to sit down.All kinds of clothes swayed in front of his eyes, and the laughter and bargaining of Muggles poured into his ears, filling the black hole. Harry sighed, stood up against the wall, and slipped away quietly. Went to the back door and left.

As soon as he closed the door, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, lying motionless like a dead fish.Only then did he realize that the pain all over his body was not accidental, they were like bone-eating poison, sucking away his vitality inch by inch, making him exhausted, and finally dried up in the sun.

The oath came into effect, and only this one is the most useful unequal treaty.That's all Voldemort needed...to hold him close, to corrupt his mind bit by bit...he'd done it the whole time.

Harry barely raised his head and coughed hard, but nothing came out, and his throat was tightly blocked.

He stood up staggeringly, his legs were shaking, as if he was stepping on the tip of a knife.With every step he felt he was an inch closer to death, as an invisible chain tightened around his throat, pulling him back.He felt that he had walked for a long time, and felt that he was just moving on the ground like a ball of mud, and he had only advanced less than ten meters in half a day.

He was dying, and he realized it all too well.Because of that damned oath, because of my own stupidity...

"Hermione, Ron..." He murmured, his eyes were blurred, he couldn't even tell where he was, lying or standing, "I'm sorry..."

The sun was too glaring, and there was a shade not far away, he saw it... Harry dazedly moved towards it, his eyes were so painful that they were about to burst, he couldn't tell whether it was the sun or the inside Split, or a remnant of some fate.

All he knew was that Voldemort hadn't caught him yet, but he didn't think he'd be able to escape for long... If he wanted to save Hermione, he'd have to come back to him.

But he would rather die.

Bang.

A familiar apparition sounded in his ear, and Harry stopped short.This is not a hidden place, there are a few Muggles fishing not far away, and a group of Muggle girls walked across the bridge arm in arm.However, not many wizards would follow the "Magic Secrecy Act" at this time.

He turned his head, opened his eyes wide after seeing the man clearly, and rubbed vigorously.It was a red-haired boy, wearing a thick robe, and the freckles on his face stood out in the sunlight, like sesame seeds on bread.

He stared at him for a long time, more than ten seconds. During this process, he kept walking in his direction, and his face became more and more clear.

Harry's dry lips squirmed, and he finally managed to say the name smoothly: "Ron."