[HP] Crack

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron glanced in his direction and scratched his nose in confusion.He took a step closer, looked around, and said cautiously, "Harry? ... Hermione?"

Harry hesitated for a second, then walked quickly behind him and patted him on the shoulder.Ron turned around immediately, taking a step back warily.

Harry quietly lifted a corner of the invisibility cloak to reveal his head, then quickly pulled it back and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ron looked around and walked forward knowingly, Harry followed him step by step with difficulty, trying not to make a sound.

"That's a long story," whispered Ron, standing with his back against the tree, when they were in the shade. "Uh—where's Hermione? Wasn't she with you? Or—"

Harry closed his eyes, his dizziness was better, but his stomach still hurt.Physical pain is even more invulnerable than mental pain, at least he can hardly find a way to escape temporarily.All Harry knew was that he didn't want to make the pain worse at all, and he didn't know how long he could last if he was being tortured continuously.

"Hermione — she's not here," he said reluctantly, taking a breath of moist air, "I have to tell you something, Ron... a lot has happened since you left..."

He couldn't continue, not because of the pain, the pain was gradually decreasing, but the heat wave rolling in his chest blocked his mouth and nose.Only then did he realize how important Ron was to him, and he came back—in any case, now there was someone who could support him from falling, although he still had to go on the road behind.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"Hermione is in danger, we have to get her out. It's my fault, my fault. I didn't tell you before, but I'm Vol—"

"Don't say that name!" Ron stopped, and then immediately explained, "You don't know, they put a curse on this name, anyone who says this name will be arrested, and many members of the Order of the Phoenix reveal their secrets like this... ...you have to say it hurts because only those who are against him dare to say his name."

"Oh," Harry was about to nod, but then realized that he couldn't see at all, "well, I mean, I'm You-Know-Who's Horcrux."

The air was silent for a second.Harry lowered his head, waiting to hear Ron's horrified words.

"Hmm... I don't quite understand what you mean." Ron frowned, "What happened to the Horcrux?"

"I am the horcrux of You-Know-Who. I am just a horcrux." He sighed and looked up at him, "That's what you think, I am the horcrux he created unintentionally. The reason why I can Feeling his thoughts, because the day he came to kill me, the spell rebounded on him, and a soul piece stayed in my body. He was in me, Ron... with the snake Same, if he wants, he can interfere with me..."

So he was bewitched by him, and he talked to him day and night in those days, and unconsciously fed him power... He opened his soul to him, and accepted his invasion without defense, without realizing that it had How dangerous, how stupid...

Ron's face slowly lost its color and became pale.He looked in his direction in horror, and tremblingly said: "You mean, the mysterious man is in your mind—? But—we have no way to get him out—"

"Don't worry about that," Harry smiled wryly, "he's already out."

"already--"

"He's after me. Also, Hermione was arrested... I don't know where she is now, is she okay..." Harry couldn't help but took off the Invisibility Cloak, and looked at Ron.Even though he might get a beating from him, it was better than being with Voldemort, at least he wasn't alone.

Ron opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, as if he didn't know what to say.His ruddy face suddenly became more terrifying than a skeleton.

"You're right, we've got to get her," he said vaguely, as if he didn't know what he was talking about, "we've got to get her, Harry."

"Let's find a place to hide first. By the way, do you have a wand? This is much better..."

"Where do you want to go?" A cold voice sounded from behind, instantly shattering all luck.Harry didn't move, he was a little numb, and even thought he was hallucinating.

But it was a voice he couldn't hallucinate, never could.

Ron staggered and almost fell to the ground.He didn't seem to dare to look at that person, his whole body was shaking like a dice, and his tongue couldn't be controlled.

Voldemort appeared behind them like a vampire in the evening, with one hand on Harry's shoulder.The latter moved his neck, and the stiff bones made a strange creaking sound.

"I won, Riddle," he whispered.

"what?"

"I won. He's back." Harry forced a smile, "Is our previous bet still valid?"

Voldemort stared at him intently, without answering, his fingers clenched more and more tightly.Harry snorted, the hunger and pain finally made him unbearable, his brain was dizzy, and his body slid forward uncontrollably. Ron was so frightened that he reflexively wanted to come up to help him, but Voldemort was faster, and he immediately He bent down and picked him up without even looking at Ron.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his face was as pale as paper, as if all his vitality had been sucked out.He remembered that he was not so weak before, as if his blood had stopped flowing, his whole body shriveled like a fallen leaf, hanging limply in his hands.He even felt that he was not so light before - when he hugged him on his lap, his young body was healthy and strong, full of vitality that he didn't have.He didn't resent this life force, it was actually enjoyable... torturing a strong soul is addictive, Harry Potter's purity and vitality fascinated him, and he wasn't even too surprised by his escape.If the boy would succumb to irresistible violence, he would be no different from those men, boring...

He reached out to touch his face, but before his fingertips touched it, a loud cry diverted his attention.

"Let him go!" He lowered his head, and the red-haired boy who had been ignored by him for a long time yelled, his face was tense, his legs were trembling, he was clearly extremely frightened, but he still mustered up the courage to shout at him, "Let go Harry, you have no right to touch him! You have the ability to duel with dignity!"

Voldemort looked at him coldly, his friends were as stupid as he was, out of control... Maybe that's why he came back, why did he come back?How comfortable it is to stay at home, why choose this hopeless trip?

"I'm not qualified to touch him?" He narrowed his eyes, touched Harry's chin maliciously with his fingertips, and immediately saw Ron's face change, "Do you know where I touched him?... He actually wanted to be raped by me Fuck, you all believe in the wrong person, he is not the savior in your hearts at all..."

"Shut up!" Ron suddenly yelled loudly, looking horrified, as if he couldn't believe he said it.

"You don't believe it?" Voldemort said softly, parting Harry's collar with his fingernails, and gently stroking his neck, "You can ask him when you wake up, and he will tell you."

"Let him go! Don't touch him!" Ron's nose was red and bright, and his face was gradually flushing, and he drew his wand. "I know-I know I can't beat you, but I won't let you insult him !"

His wand was still trembling, and Voldemort had no doubt that if he took a step forward it would fall.He couldn't help but imagine how he would react if he actually killed his friend...he would run away from him but face him one day because they had to.

"Throw away the wand," he said, pressing a sharp nail against Harry's fragile throat. "You don't want to see him hurt, do you?"

Ron's eyes were red, his lips were tight, and he turned his head vigorously.Voldemort tightened his grip a little, and Harry frowned uncomfortably and groaned.

"Harry!"

"Drop the wand!" he snapped.Ron's face became paler, his face was distorted, his eyebrows twitched, and it seemed that there was a fierce struggle in his heart.Finally, he let go of his hand in a slump, and the wand fell to the ground with a thump, flicked, and rolled to the side.He clenched his fists.

"You can kill me," his voice was hot, "but you can't kill him, I'll stop you—"

"You can't stop me," interrupted Voldemort blankly. "Go to that tree, right now...or I'll cut his throat and show you how much blood is in his body."

Ron's eyes were tearing apart, but he could only walk towards the ball ten meters away step by step, looking back from time to time.When he had retreated to a safe distance, Voldemort picked up Ron's wand and stuffed it into his pocket.

A wizard without a wand is like a fish on a chopping board, and he firmly controls the situation in his own hands.It's always easy to control these decent people, their weaknesses are so easy to handle.

—You can kill me, but you can't kill him, I'll stop you—

——You can torture me, but I will still save my friends whenever I have a chance. You don’t have friends, of course you can’t understand!

He frowned deeply, and held the boy in his arms even tighter.