[HP] Crack

"Damn it, they're all running away!" roared a tall Death Eater who rushed in first, kicking away a cut rope on the ground and slamming the wall hard.Harry hurried away from the wall, tiptoed to the door, and stood behind the head of Draco who was lying on the ground.

"There's no one, they're all gone—we've got to tell the master right away—" A Death Eater ran out as he spoke, and his companion quickly grabbed him:

"Are you crazy? Master will definitely punish us!"

"But--"

"Stop arguing, we have to catch Potter! Otherwise it's over!" The man shouted, overshadowing his rebuttal, looking around, making sure no one objected, and striding towards the gate.He kicked Draco contemptuously as he passed, muttering something that Harry didn't catch.

His heart was beating fast, he subconsciously tightened his invisibility cloak, and he was relieved when they left one after another, bypassing Draco, dodging to the door and listening carefully for a while, making sure they were no longer in the passage, and then using magic He opened the door and ran out.

There was chaos in the hall.There were Death Eaters yelling and running around everywhere, and the red curse swished past their heads, hitting the walls, tables, chairs, and tapestries, leaving small holes that were not deep or shallow.Harry moved cautiously against the wall. The Invisibility Cloak could only fool the eyes of those people, but could not make him disappear. It would be bad if the detection spells flying around hit him.

Harry bent down and looked around through the gap.The living room door was locked, so it might not be that easy to open, and since he couldn't Apparate now, he could only try to escape through the window.

Harry dodged a few brash Death Eaters and slipped to the nearest window and drew back the curtains.However, as soon as his fingers touched the window frame, an electric current rushed through his palm instantly, causing him to let go of the shock instantly, and he felt numb for a while.

Sure enough, a spell was cast on the window.Harry pressed his palms to try to relieve the pain, bowed his head to avoid a detection spell, turned to look at the stairs leading to the second floor, and sighed.I'm afraid I can only wait for this farce to end before looking for a chance to escape.

He stood there for a while, pulling the invisibility cloak and slowly walking towards the stairs.Many Death Eaters had already given up their search, and the three or two gathered in a circle to discuss loudly.There were still a few wizards who still ran around unwillingly, tearing down all the curtains, opening wardrobes and cupboards, and even the bottom of the bed.

He stepped onto the second floor, and the noise gradually faded away, like bubbles floating on the surface of the water bursting.He didn't know why he didn't find a hidden place to hide and wait for the right time to escape.A voice in his subconscious told him that it was no use, that the man must have wanted it.He wanted to keep himself, there was no doubt about it, but he hadn't shown up until now... Harry suddenly panicked, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.What is he doing?No, he knew exactly what he was doing... He had told him that he was going to settle with that man, that he was going to replace him.Someone was going to die in this fight, and Harry felt his heart pounding and his throat clogging, making him nauseous.How is it going?Who's the winner... or rather, which one does he want to stay? ...there is no difference, both are the same...are they all the same? ... no, no, no...

He walked around the third floor, and there was no one in the messy corridor. The overturned tables and chairs and scattered hanging paintings proved that this place had also been thoroughly searched.Go back, go back to the first floor, find a chance to escape... don't go any further...

A gust of icy wind blew from the landing, and Harry shivered and sniffed.Intuition told him that he had already arrived, standing in front of the gate where the two kings confront each other, he could know his fate with just a slight push.

He took a deep breath and slowly turned the corner.That voice still haunts me, saying that if you had to choose between the two, who do you want to live...?What kind of ending do you expect...

The lights in the corridor were all off, and the dark phantom swayed like a cloud of fog.Harry held his breath, and there seemed to be red lights flashing in the distance, illuminating the cold wall one by one.He approached silently, avoiding the magic light that hit from time to time, becoming more and more frightened.The voice gradually became clearer, and he heard a man growling...it turned into two, sharp and piercing, hard to distinguish, which made him even more frightened.

A red light flew past his shoulder and landed on the ground with a whoosh.Harry didn't touch the hot shoulder, and walked forward reluctantly.He has to know that this is very important to him... But he also knows that he can judge who is left behind by the magic on his body. If he dies, the spell that imprisoned him will fail.If he dies, he can escape and start all over again...

Harry stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide open, dazed.

Who do you wish to leave behind?

"Avada Kedavra!" A sharp shout pierced the fog in his brain, and the familiar green light illuminated his pale cheeks.It was as if someone was hurrying by, and the Halloween snow was so bright that he couldn't keep his eyes open... The next thing barely passed his thinking, Harry pulled out his wand suddenly, and shouted: "Shield armor!"

A transparent barrier stood in the middle, dividing the corridor into two halves.The spell of burning green fire was blocked for a second, the barrier trembled, a hole blazing from the center appeared, and the death spell shrouded them again.

This second has already won a precious opportunity for the man, he did not look for the wizard who cast the Iron Armor Curse, his lips moved slightly, he dodged the Killing Curse that was bound to hit, and launched a counterattack.

Harry leaned against the wall panting, his eyes watering from the flickering light.He propped up the wall with one hand, turned around and moved forward slowly a few steps, turned his head to look again, turned his head hard, and ran forward with big strides.His brain seemed to have fallen into the silence before the explosion of the universe, all movements and sounds were slowed down countless times, his hands turned into sluggish light in disillusionment, and everything behind him had nothing to do with him.

No, no, a voice screamed in the depths of the soul, no!His throat was tight, as if ten thousand arrows pierced his intestines, and the pain pierced his heart.What did he do?He had warded off death for one of Voldemort's, but his mission was to kill him.

He knew he didn't want to kill, and the only time he did so was after Dumbledore's death.At that time, his heart was filled with hatred, and he frantically wanted to avenge him... But he still couldn't kill anyone. Justified anger couldn't give the Killing Curse real power, and he couldn't help himself, so he couldn't kill anyone.

Harry hurried down the stairs, stopping in a corner of the living room, panting against the back of the sofa.He saved Voldemort, whoever it was, he saved him, like he had saved Peter Pettigrew... Dumbledore would say it would come to pass, wouldn't he?But now he doesn't know whether he has walked into this old man's heart.Who should he trust?

Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes.In any case, he has no regrets.

"Have you caught Potter?" A sharp voice came from the stairs, startling everyone.Harry straightened up, and slowly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Voldemort appeared silently in a corner of the living room, looking coldly at the messy Death Eaters.His skin was pale, and his eyes were redder than usual, burning into a cloud of fire.The surroundings were instantly quiet, and the Death Eaters looked at each other, not daring to breathe.

"Caught it, huh?" he asked again, looking around.His eyes met Harry's for a moment, and for that moment he tightened his grip on his wand.

"Back to Master, we... didn't catch it." A warlock said boldly, his voice trembling.Voldemort glanced at him and snorted.

"He's still here, you guard the door and the windows, and you absolutely can't let him escape."

"Yes!"

The Death Eaters scattered in all directions, crowding around the doors and windows in twos and threes.Voldemort stood still. He drew out his wand and waved it lightly. A red light spread around the tip of his wand.Harry instantly understood that this was a detection spell, but it was definitely different from the detection spells of the Death Eaters. Its scope was much wider—he fell to the ground in an instant, narrowly avoiding a red light, and bowed his back to face him. ran upstairs.

He couldn't be caught at this time, absolutely not—he had to find a place where he wouldn't be searched, but was there really such a place?Voldemort's magic is boundless, the only corner of his detection spell that may be overlooked... A thought flashed through Harry's mind, and he jumped.