[HP] Crack

"You mean, you will trust your friend unconditionally." The man said suddenly.

"Not unconditionally, not everything. What's wrong?" Harry frowned.

"You were very famous when you first entered Hogwarts... There must be many people who want to curry favor with you."

"Well - no, I don't know what I did at all. I don't feel particularly honored, because I know I'm no different from them. I even grew up in a Muggle family and didn't know anything when I went to school." Harry Shrugged, "Although some people do think that I am very powerful, and some people flatter me—you mean Malfoy, he also wanted to be friends with me at first, but I refused. Then—you saw—he Just really hate me. I can’t get everyone to like me, I haven’t tried, and I can tell who’s right with me and who’s genuine, it’s pretty obvious.”

"Don't you feel honored? You defeated Voldemort, the most powerful Dark wizard in a century—"

"Hey, I said I'm not impressed at all! It may be impressive to you, but I was only one year old and I didn't do anything. Are you proud of something you haven't done at all?" Harry Said, "Even if I stopped you many times afterwards, I don't think it's a big deal. A thing always sounds much greater than it is. I'm not very good, far worse than Hermione. I dare Saying that my friends could do as well as I do in this situation - or even better, but you chose me, you chose your enemies, that's why I'm special - I'm because You became like this, I've said it many times."

"...You are right," the man said after a moment of silence, "You are very ordinary. I don't see that your magic power is particularly strong, and I don't think you can defeat me."

"Uh...Maybe this is to tell you not to underestimate every ordinary person." Harry scratched his hair, not knowing what to say.

"There are many people around you, always hiding behind others..."

"I have to refute that," Harry interrupted, "I'm not hiding behind people's backs, no, maybe I've had the idea of ​​being weak before, but not now."

He looked at him straight and without evasion, and there seemed to be some kind of magical power in his eyes, which pinned him there, and he couldn't move away no matter what.He realized that he hadn't seen such clean eyes in a long time-everyone looked at him with evasive eyes, full of fear, awe or flattery.No matter how proud and dignified they are, they all seem to be short in front of him, obediently daring not to resist... This attitude is something he enjoys, but there is indeed something missing...

There is only one equal to him, and that is his chosen enemy.

It's just a young boy, not even half as strong as him...but it's good, it shows that he can control him, he can get what he wants...he wants a lot of things in his life, and he can get them, but He never wanted anyone.

friend?He thought, he can't have friends, that's too unstable a relationship.Gaining his trust requires a contract, a brand, and a trace must be left somewhere... Otherwise, he will not be at ease.

"So you keep your promise?" Harry's voice pulled him back from his contemplation, Voldemort looked at him, the boy's face was stained with sweat and dust, his nose was a little red, "Hermione—"

"Voldemort will not break his word," he said slowly, gathering his thoughts, "but you must let me see your specific plans... I will keep an eye on you, Potter, be careful..."

"Of course, of course, I'll show you," Harry seemed a little absent-minded from the moment he agreed, and jumped to Ron after he finished speaking, waving his hand from a distance, "later I'll come find you again!"

Harry felt that things had never been so smooth.He and Ron quickly came up with a plan. They thought it was very simple. As long as Voldemort entered the manor and let the Death Eaters take Hermione out, they would help at any time under the cloak of invisibility.

Voldemort sneered when he got this plan, beckoned Harry to sit beside him, tapped the parchment with his slender fingers, and said slowly:

"First question, do you know where Malfoy Manor is?"

"Uh...it seems to be in Wiltshire," Harry said uncertainly, and glanced at Ron, who shook his head in horror. "That's okay, Mr. Weasley must know where it is."

"So, do you think I should go in through the gate, or Apparate?" asked Voldemort, still in that sharp voice.

"Uh... which way do you want to use?"

"It's not the way I want to do it, Potter, it's the way I should do it. Do you think other people won't notice if I act differently?"

Harry felt a little dizzy. He pressed his temple and said, "Actually, I don't think they would have thought that someone would pretend to be you... They dare not, I mean. How you come in is your freedom—no, In other words, you are not pretending to be, you are the mysterious man, you can do whatever you want."

He thought for a while, and added: "Of course, I think apparation is more appropriate."

Voldemort snorted coldly. "This will be discussed later. The third point, it is very unreasonable to ask your friend to be released as soon as I go in."

"Ah, this, actually, I want to discuss the arrangement of the lines at the end—"

"I don't need anyone to arrange lines for me."

"Yeah, you just have to act as you are." Harry smiled, and Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "Then what do you want to say?"

He stared at him for a long time, until the boy was a little uncomfortable, then slowly looked away, and his palms were casually folded on Harry's hands pressed on the grass: "I'll let them take her to my room, Said that I was going to torture her myself and force her to tell the whereabouts of Harry Potter..."

"As soon as she comes in, we can Apparate away. I think it's fine." Harry nodded, and turned to look at Ron. "Ron, what do you think? What do you think—"

The latter was lowering his head and thinking about something, but when he heard his call, he suddenly raised his head, as if he had just surfaced, with a dazed expression, his eyes dodging a bit: "Ah? Oh, I think it's okay too. That's it, fine."

Harry frowned, always feeling that something was wrong with him.

"There's one more important question, Potter..." Voldemort ignored them. "What if she's not there? What if that person is there when we go in? Have you thought about it?"

Harry froze, rubbing his nose.This is indeed an important issue, and if it is not considered well, they will fall short.

"We'll make inquiries before you go in," was all he could say, and Voldemort was clearly not satisfied with the answer.

They polished off the details, and Ron said that now that every owl was being watched, it would be very dangerous for him to write back and ask Dad.But they also hadn't mastered how to use the Patronus to send messages-Harry even tried to ask Voldemort to teach them, but the answer they got was refusal.

"why?"

The man turned his back and did not answer.Harry took a breath and ran up to him.

"We only have this method now, and other methods are too dangerous! ——Or are you worried that we won't learn it? Don't worry, we will all work hard."

He grabbed his sleeve, and the man immediately shook his hand away, showing a vigilant expression.

"The Patronus Charm, only the weak of heart need it." After a while, he said bluntly.

Harry waited for what to say, but he seemed to have finished, and walked the other way.Looking at Voldemort's tall, thin, dark back, Harry rolled his eyes, and a strange thought came to his mind.

"Hey, you can't become a Patronus, can you?" He shouted at his back.The man walked faster.

This confirmed his guess even more, Harry quickly ran behind him and grabbed his arm: "Answer me, Riddle, are you—"

"I don't need it to deter dementors, it's just a flashy spell," he turned sharply away from him, grabbing his collar, "—get it, Potter?"

The pale snake face instantly enlarged, and the blood-red eyes stared at him.Harry was breathing hard, as if a rope was strangling his throat.

"...Actually, it's nothing to be ashamed of not being able to conjure a Patronus. Many skilled wizards can't conjure it, and it's not a common spell...but..." He sneaked a glance at him, and his grip on the collar became stronger again. Some, strangling him out of breath, but he still said, "...you know why you can't change."

As soon as he finished speaking, his throat was choked, and the momentary tracheal compression made him cough and cough up tears.Voldemort didn't use much force, at least he was much more tolerant than before.Harry looked at the man's face in a blur, and he remembered how cold he was always when he touched him, and he didn't even know how lonely he was... He was used to this loneliness... He stretched out his hand to him, Leaning hard on his body, he reluctantly said: "Go back... Let's think about how to solve it together."

The man paused, let go of him suddenly, and turned his back again.Harry coughed for a while, trying to catch his breath, and walked slowly to hug him from behind.Voldemort's body tensed up immediately.Harry wanted to laugh for some reason, and felt completely insane.

"...Actually, this could have been unnecessary." He muttered.

"What?" the man asked, and Harry tried to take his hand away, but he held it down.

"It's nothing," he muttered, "Okay, let go, we have to go back."