[HP] Crack

"Do you think I am inferior to ordinary people? Do you think I am inferior to those Muggles?" His cold voice was like a file, suppressing the storm, "I have mastered more magic than anyone else, and I have advanced the magic to Unprecedented—"

"It doesn't matter, you still don't understand, Voldemort! The fiasco 16 years ago didn't make you more sober, you only have hatred and contempt in your heart. You are too confident, so you underestimate those who are not as powerful as you, but you can still Whoever beat you, you underestimated my mother, and underestimated me!" he yelled, rolling on the bed, trying to sit up.

The man suddenly turned his head, drew out his wand and pointed at him with a cold expression: "Shut up, Potter."

"Oh, you're scared," Harry stared at him without fear, "You're afraid that someone will overthrow you, you're afraid of death, that's normal, anyone can be afraid, but you're the only one who has done such absurd things— You split yourself into seven pieces, you kill a baby without guilt, don't you feel it, you've gone too far. But if you're willing to go back, Voldemort, if you—"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The blinding red light pierced Harry's shoulders, and he fell onto the bed, twitching all over, struggling in the ropes in pain, like a butterfly in a broken chrysalis.His brain was on fire, his eyes were white, and a voice inside him mocked him sharply, and the laughter made him dizzy.

This is what will happen to you, it said, regret it now? ... At that time you should turn a blind eye and it will be over.

He should give up, this person is hopeless, finished, there is no other way but to kill him.But should it be like this?Is there really only this way?Harry gripped the sheets tightly, gasping for breath, the effect of the Cruciatus Curse had faded a bit, and the pain from his heart hitting his ribs was unbearable.He couldn't get up, he could only roll in embarrassment on the bed, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the man standing indifferently by the window, like a god of death.He should have thought, he should have—

The rope around his legs came loose, and he turned his head. Voldemort had already turned to look at him.His thin lips moved as if to say something, but Harry spoke before him: "I don't think it should be."

The man pursed his lips, his eyes were cold.

"I should kill you, but I'm not you. I don't just have hatred." After saying this, Harry seemed to have lost all his strength, and collapsed on the bed.Tiredness surged up in waves, and he wanted to sleep. Too many things happened these days, and dealing with Voldemort made him tired.

They are people from two worlds and may never understand each other.They are so similar, yet so different.He really wanted to do something, but he was always so powerless in front of him.

The room was quiet for a while, and the person by the window slowly walked over and looked down at him.He bent down, Harry subconsciously bent his legs, Voldemort stretched out his hand and wiped his lower lip vigorously.

"You'll sleep here from now on," he said, snapping the rope around him.

"Huh? Wait a minute, I don't want to—"

"You have no right to resist." Voldemort said blankly, "Don't try to escape, you have the anti-apparition spell I cast on you. Invisibility cloaks are not allowed, and wands..." His hand dropped and pressed on the The fabric in his pocket was pressed against his thigh, and Harry's heart beat suddenly quickened.

Voldemort seemed to hesitate for a while, then pulled out the wand that did not belong to Harry from his pocket, stroked it, and the wand skipped several bright arcs.He stuffed it back again.

"You can keep the wand, but I have shielded you from some dangerous magic."

"What is dangerous magic?" Harry had a bad feeling.

"The magic that Hogwarts doesn't teach all falls into this category." The man's lips twisted, and Harry's expression obviously made him feel happy, "The magic you teach in that illegal student organization counts, Potter .”

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"You will find out later," said Voldemort. "You can go about freely, but don't try to leave the house."

Harry sat up, looking him straight in the eyes: "I guess you're not going to let the Order of the Phoenix go, are you?"

"There's no need to guess." He straightened up and strode out, "Be careful, Potter, I'll watch you..."

The door closed slowly, and the room fell into silence again.After sitting on the bed for more than ten minutes, Harry suddenly woke up, pulled out his wand from his pocket and shouted, "There are many obstacles!"

The wand trembled, but there was no response.Harry refused to give up, and waved again: "Torn apart!"

Still no response.

"Passed out!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Iron armor!"

A transparent barrier ran from one wall to the other, dividing the entire room in two.Harry clenched his wand tightly, with a stiff expression, and slowly raised his wand: "The spell stops immediately."

The barrier disappeared instantly, and Harry jumped out of bed, stuffed his wand into his pocket, and hurried out of the room.

He ran down the stairs, slowing down as he approached the living room.There were a few Death Eaters standing in the living room, they were discussing in low voices, their expressions seemed a little strange.

Harry crouched down against the armrest and listened, holding his breath.The voice was not clear, and it came to the ear after a pause.

"I heard that Master..."

"...Potter... I don't understand..."

"Stop talking, be careful to be heard by the master!"

Their voices were lowered, and Harry's body couldn't help but lean forward, and his hands on the armrest made a harsh rubbing sound.The Death Eaters in the living room immediately turned to look at him, and Harry moved back, but it was too late.He rubbed his nose, had to stand up, and was about to speak when they apparated away as quickly as if they had seen a monster.

How is this going?Harry was puzzled. He thought that if he was captured by Voldemort, the Death Eaters would at least humiliate him if they didn't hurt him.

He went around the living room, and after making sure that there was no Death Eater here, he felt a little bored, poured a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and prepared to scout around to find a way to escape, although he felt that there was little hope.

He checked the front and back doors of the living room, they were all locked by magic, without a gap.He checked the windows one by one. The windows were not locked, but it seemed that a special expulsion spell had been cast on them. As soon as he touched the window frame, he would be ejected, and if he tried too hard, he would be thrown to the sofa next to him. This annoyed him immensely.

After running around for three hours, Harry finally felt hungry, but there seemed to be no one in Malfoy Manor, even Voldemort disappeared.He yawned and headed to the kitchen, where he sat for a few minutes at the table, as if hoping that a delicious pile of dinner would suddenly appear on the table, just like at Hogwarts - but his hopes were dashed, and it was still empty , the dark gray moonlight fell on the cold desktop.

He sighed, thinking how foolish he was to expect Voldemort to prepare him dinner.

Before, they would go out to find something to eat together. Although Voldemort was not picky eaters, he hated the Muggle shops on the side of the street very much. Harry persuaded him for a long time before he reluctantly accepted.They settled three meals in the woods, and he captured the rare side of this man-he is not omnipotent, and cannot violate the rules of magic to conjure delicious food out of thin air.

Harry was a little confused, as if he had returned to the original point, standing outside the battlefield and watching.He hated that man, but this hatred blurred in a short time. If there was a better ending, if he could make him wake up and even repent—could he really do it?Voldemort's nature was so ingrained that Harry could not believe that simple words could move him.After all, it was just wishful thinking on his part, and it wasn't destined to end well—he was crazy to try to convince his sworn enemy.