[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

It was daylight when Harry woke up.The sun shines in through the window lattice, and you can see the fine dust flying in the air, quiet and serene.

For a moment, he thought that everything was fine, and that everything yesterday was a dream. Although it was real, it was just a dream, just like the nightmares he used to have——

After struggling a little, he found that his hands and feet were bound with hemp rope, and there was a long circle of hemp rope around his neck connected to the beams of the house.He was tied up in the house like a dog.But at least alive.

He was bound all night, his hands and feet were already numb, his body was also very stiff, he felt uncomfortable when he moved, and his stomach was so hungry.It was more comfortable for him to simply stay still.

Ok, now, wake up from the dream.

That was not a dream.Cedric's death, Voldemort's resurrection, scars of excruciating pain, begging Pettigrew...and...

He remembered the Dark Lord standing before him, calling softly, "My boy."

gentle.

He shivered.

In his memory, the Dark Lord was always associated with death, gore, and fear. Gentleness and the Dark Lord seemed to be two different words.

But he just felt that his attitude at that time was very gentle.

He is naturally very sensitive to people's emotions.When he was young, he lived in Aunt Petunia's house, and the family rejected him.What he felt, besides the deep disgust, was also the deep fear.

Yes, they feared him, and feared his power.But he is so weak, so weak, it is not enough to match their fear.So he showed weakness, behaved well, and allowed himself to be bullied. He was showing them:

I'm weak, really weak, take pity on me, don't fear me.

In the early childhood of struggling to survive, he has been showing weakness, until he knew the existence of Hogwarts, until he met Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is so powerful...

The door creaked open, Harry's thoughts were interrupted, he struggled to shift his posture, turned his eyes to the door, and saw Pettigrew Peter coming in.

"The master ordered you to eat something." Peter seemed very nervous. He hurriedly put the bread and milk in his hand on the ground, and then left as if fleeing.

Harry: "I..." I was tied up and couldn't eat.

But the door slammed shut again, leaving Harry staring at the bread and milk in front of him.

Well, life is always to be lived, since you didn't die yesterday, there is still hope of being alive.

The always realistic Harry put aside everything from last night, and began to face up to the biggest problem at present: how can a person with his hands and feet bound eat the breakfast in front of him.

When everything was done with difficulty (the milk was overturned, but the bread was all eaten, but the clothes were soaked and uncomfortable), Harry just breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the door opened again, but there was no sound .

Harry was a little curious, so he struggled to change his position (in order to eat breakfast, his position was no longer facing the door, next time he must tell Pettigrew that breakfast can't just be eaten!).

He saw the big snake he saw last night swimming over without a sound, sticking out a triangular snake tongue, with flashing fangs, that huge body would definitely swallow his small body in one gulp.

[no...], Harry struggled in panic, [no!do not come!stop!stop! 】

The big snake stopped obediently. It stood upright and tilted its head at the boy: 【You can speak my language, boy? 】

Harry froze for a moment.During his chaotic second year (which, to be honest, was pretty chaotic), he was discovered to be Parseltongue, and when the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was opened and rumors were that the heirs of Slytherin were going to purge the house, he He was almost ostracized by the entire school (to be honest, this is not the first time), and finally accompanied by death threats from the basilisk, and Ginny's near-death.So he was quite repulsed by Parseltongue, and hardly ever said it again (to be honest, he didn't know if he was speaking Parseltongue, so maybe he did, but he didn't know it)—— Oh, my God, in just one paragraph, he complained about himself three times, it seems that he really has a lot of complaints.

Seeing that he didn't reply right away, the big snake moved closer, and Harry could almost smell the stench from the snake's mouth.He really wants to "roll and crawl" and roll away, but now he can only rub, rub, try to get a little behind: [Hey, hey, wait, you're too close! 】

【Oh my God, Snake Whisperer】, the big snake's eyes are almost shining, 【Life time!I actually saw a second snake whisperer! 】

But the snake was getting closer, and Harry had thrown his head back at an odd angle, and he was a little worried about his neck.

Orochi was still chattering happily: [I thought I could only chat with the same kind and voldy in my life, but the IQ of the same kind is always a bit low, and our three views—this word says so— The three views are inconsistent.God, you know some snakes actually like zoos, and think it's very leisurely to be fed every day-of course I am also fed, but zoos!zoo!Visited by so many people!And every day! ...]

Harry already had a headache, the hissing was too fast, and the frequency of Parseltongue was too high, which was very unfriendly to a novice who didn't use Parseltongue, even though it was almost his innate skill.More importantly, in order to avoid the big snake's tongue, he felt that he was going to break his own neck.He had to interrupt the whining of the behemoth: [Hey, can you stay away? 】

The snake paused, and Harry could almost feel a playful gleam in her yellow eyes.She jumped up and jumped on Harry, which made Harry break out in a cold sweat. What's more, the big snake was so heavy that Harry felt that his bones were about to be broken.

[Don't play with him, Nagini], another lazy voice came, Harry always felt that this voice was laughing, and felt that it was his own illusion.

The big snake giggled and climbed off Harry, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was indeed the Dark Lord.

This man's face is pale and has a compelling appearance, with slight traces of the handsome diary he saw in the second grade. His long black hair hangs down naturally, and his red eyes are so sharp that it makes people uncomfortable. He is dressed in a black robe, but he has an aura that makes the place where he is like a magnificent palace, and he is the king aloft, arbitrarily attracting all attention.

By the time Harry realized it, he had been staring at the Dark Lord for a long time.He suddenly came back to his senses, turned his eyes away as if in shock, his cheeks blushed for no reason.

[My boy, why are you staring at me? ] The Dark Lord's tone was smiling.

Harry felt strangely molested.He is obviously an enemy of life and death, but the atmosphere is so relaxed, which makes him a little uncomfortable.He thought that the consequence of captivity should be torment, and just now he did a lot of mental preparation and imagination, such as co-death, such as survival, such as how to scold his enemy and curse viciously.But Nagini made that start a bit shaky, and in this atmosphere, many of the words that were prepared seemed a little out of place.

Harry lowered his eyes and began to sort out his thoughts: This is the Dark Lord, your enemy; but you are alone now, you must live first, and try to survive; Professor Dumbledore will definitely discover the truth and come to save yourself.

The Dark Lord didn't care about the boy's silence, he still seemed to be in a good mood, and said with a smile (seriously, Harry didn't know how he could hear the smile from the Parseltongue): [Boy, you are very happy. Fortunately, for... some reason], his voice changed, 【I won't kill you for now.And, you have to stay with me. 】

What he said was justified and taken for granted: [For our coexistence in the future, I hope we can reach some consensus: you are a prisoner, I hope you can actively and consciously adapt to your identity, and don’t add extra burdens to me. 】

The more he spoke, the colder the Dark Lord's words became.He bent down and slowly approached the boy on the ground, cold malice and murderous aura rushed over his face, Harry's intuition kept sounding the alarm, but his body was stiff and motionless.

The Dark Lord reached out and stroked Harry's scar.It was still a pain that touched the soul, but it was much lighter.It was only then that Harry realized that when he was with Voldemort before, the scar was always in constant pain, especially when Voldemort was reborn, the pain was so painful that it almost tore his soul.But now, only when I touch it, I feel pain.

The Dark Lord stroked the lightning-shaped scar, and continued: 【I put a curse on you, you can't leave this area; besides, I put away your wand.These are all precautionary measures. I hope you will perform well and cooperate actively. 】

Harry didn't know what to reply to the obvious tone of voice, and luckily the Dark Lord didn't need one from him either.

【You don't want me to reach you, do you? ] The tone of the Dark Lord did not sound like he was threatening a young man with death, 【If we can reach an agreement, I will let go of these ropes.I guess you don't want to be tied up with rope every day, do you? 】

The Dark Lord's eyes fell on the spilled milk and soaked clothes, Harry flinched and nodded hastily.

The Dark Lord smiled (seriously, this smile is very charming): [Very well, then we have reached an agreement. 】

As soon as the words fell, the ropes broke inch by inch.Then, the Dark Lord stood up and left without hesitation, taking Nagini, the big snake, with him.

In the silent room, Harry lay on the floor, numb in his hands and feet, dazed.