Soul shaping

The dust flying in the woods, the blunt sound of hitting the ground one after another, the pain of black silk thread tearing the skin, all grind the breath like smoke, never dissipating easily, and the fire locks the body.

And in the center of the smoke and fire, a pair of emerald green eyes were struggling and shaking, so powerless that his heart would be broken. He mobilized his lifelong magic to fight against the enemy in front of him, but that voice suddenly rang in his ears , interrupting all his plans—

"Riddle, come to me. Let's deal with him first."

Yes, they agreed to work together before, in order to rescue people smoothly.

But it's easier to escape than to stay, especially with the magic of apparition.

So, they fled - taking him with them, disappearing before their eyes.A piece of his heart was abruptly dug out, and the salty seawater poured in. At that moment, he wanted to kill someone.

Riddle opened his eyes, surrounded by darkness.Yes, he was still in the locket, and the locket was stuffed in someone's pocket, and the smell of white handkerchiefs, crumpled waste paper, and the dryness of peeling human skin filled his senses.

So his gaze penetrated the man's pocket and entered the space where he was. The first thing he saw was an old desk with frayed legs. Full of round English.

"...I'm afraid not, Dumbledore. We have no clear reason now, Lucius is very cunning, and the Ministry of Magic does not support us." A deep greasy voice came from above, and Riddle moved his gaze upwards , an elongated and stiff face appeared in front of my eyes.

The man had greasy black shawl hair, pale skin, thin lips, and an almost expressionless face.

"This is what I'm worried about. Fudge doesn't believe us. Even though Durmstrang's murder is in sight, because of the secrecy of various magic schools, this matter has not been widely circulated."

"I hear you have summoned the Order of the Phoenix," said Snape.

"Yes, the sooner we act the better, no matter what, we must rescue Harry as soon as possible. Severus, are you sure you haven't seen the main soul?"

"I can only say that I only saw Regulus last time, and this is very abnormal. After all, although they are the same person, everything is probably still dominated by the main soul." Snape said here After a pause, he continued quickly, "I didn't see Potter either. Maybe he wasn't in the Malfoy Manor, or he was locked in the room. Anyway, I didn't see him, and I couldn't ask."

"I see, Severus. You go back first." Dumbledore pressed his eyebrows, his voice revealing a trace of fatigue.

The door was gently closed, and Dumbledore tidied up the newspapers and documents scattered on the table.He raised his head and saw Riddle standing in front of him without any surprise.He was wearing an old school uniform that was washed white, as if he had walked out of the ancient time, smoothing out all the old wrinkles.

"It's been three days, Dumbledore." He looked at him coldly, without the slightest fluctuation in his voice.

"I know what you mean, Riddle. But you have to admit that things that are afraid of going wrong will eventually go wrong." Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and wiped them with a light yellow handkerchief.

"I agreed to your proposal at the beginning because I thought you had already figured out a complete escape route. But now that Harry has been kidnapped and Karkaroff is missing, don't you think this plan has not succeeded at all? "

"I admit that it was indeed my mistake. I didn't think that Regulus would directly throw away the main soul to Apparate. But we at least severely injured Karkaroff, and Harry will be fine until he recovers, I think Is such that."

"I hope you won't make a mistake this time." Riddle snorted.

"Why don't you guess what you would do yourself?" Dumbledore seemed to suggest sincerely, "This may be much more accurate than my deduction."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, pulled a chair aside and sat down.He stared into his blue eyes as if to find a house of mystery within.

"I will only do what is most meaningful to me. At that time, I left the main soul and ran away because I knew he would not die here. Now I have summoned my followers, if he does not appear again It will arouse their speculation and suspicion, so I will definitely go to him, and I will bring Harry to him." Riddle said word by word, "This is my psychological speculation about that soul movie."

"Okay, good." Dumbledore looked at him approvingly, "Then do you know what to do next?"

"Attack the soul piece when they are looking for the main soul? Do you need to bring more people?"

"Not for now. Can you see where Harry is now?"

Riddle closed his eyes and held his breath.A map gradually appeared in front of the field of vision, on which houses and streets were outlined with black lines, and English letters were marked on the side.He found the red dot on the map and whispered, "He's in Malfoy Manor...let me zoom in...on the third floor, the room opposite Lucius' bedroom...uh!"

"What's wrong?!"

There was a sudden pain in his chest, as if his body was about to be torn apart, he knelt down unexpectedly, propped himself on the ground with one hand, and pressed the painful part with the other.The map in front of him trembled as if he had lost the signal, and disappeared in a flash, and the feeling of being connected with another person was also cut off at the same time, leaving a emptiness in his heart.

Riddle supported the chair and stood up. His face was already fair, but now it looked even paler and bloodless, like a dead person.

"Damn it...was discovered." He clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes deeply.

"You mean the positioning system has been discovered?" Dumbledore also felt the seriousness of the matter.

"Yes, and it was completely destroyed, and now I can't get in touch at all... I am not a simple positioning system, but can transmit dangerous information. I am afraid that the soul piece just now was destroyed by violence. The device under it...damn it!"

Malfoy Manor.It was the afternoon at this time, and the bright sunlight spread layer by layer on the exotic flowers and plants in the back garden, creating a strange illusion.The blue-necked peacock was strolling in the grass with its head held high, its long and gorgeous tail feathers rustling on the ground.

And in the wide hall on the first floor, several men were discussing some endless things together, their eyes were sly and vicious, full of gloom.

"Didn't think we'd be here yet. I thought you'd be out of jail, Rodolphus." A warlock with a long, twisted face teased as he rubbed his hands, his small eyes flicking to the seat. Opposite him was a tall, thin man with his legs crossed, and the heels of his worn leather shoes were knocking on the marble floor.

"I thought so too. I think the Dark Lord knew that Bella and I were loyal, so he rescued us..." Rodolphus Lestrange was not ashamed of entering Azkaban at all, Instead, he regarded this as a proud experience, but he couldn't help but tremble when he thought of that dark time. To cover up, he deliberately cleared his throat, glanced viciously in one direction, and amplified his voice, " I'm not like some people who are clean and self-sufficient. When the master fell, he would say that he was under the Dementor Curse or something... Hmph! In my opinion, this kind of guy who knows how to follow the wind should be kicked out of the ranks of Death Eaters... ..."

As soon as he said this, the faces of many people present changed, and they looked at each other.

"Oh, Mr. Lestrange, it's a little wrong for you to say that." A gentle voice came from the kitchen, they looked up, and it was Narcissa Malfoy who walked out, holding a costume in her hand. A large plate full of exquisite refreshments, "The Dark Lord also said that he would forgive us once, as long as we reunited under his banner... Well, I think you should be very willing to try the afternoon tea I just made?"

"Of course, it's an honor." Dolokhov smiled at her, showing crooked yellow teeth.

"Ah—" Suddenly there was a vague scream from above, everyone was startled, and stopped what they were doing.Amycus Carrow looked up and smiled evilly: "Maybe someone is playing the game of torturing Muggles again?"

"Tch, you can't change places to have fun." Someone turned his head in disdain.

They soon resumed their usual merriment and began to enjoy a delicious afternoon tea.Only Snape, who was sitting in the corner, looked at the ceiling and frowned.

☆, run away

He lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide-eyed eyes, panting violently, his chest heaving and falling.And the wound on his left chest was bleeding continuously as he trembled, and it was extremely glaring on the clean skin.

He closed his eyes forcefully, his brain was swollen and congested, and it buzzed as if electrified.He could hardly believe that he was the one who uttered the scream just now. Although he was quickly cast a silencer spell by that person, the horrific scream still lingered in his ears in a loop, forming overlapping sound barriers, almost covering his ears. After the heart-piercing pain.

"This is the first time you have tried to escape in the past few days, huh?" Feeling the mattress sinking, the man sat down beside him, looking at the stubborn face of the boy who was almost wrinkled.

The boy barely opened his eyes and stared at him without speaking.And he didn't need his answer.

"The third time, you tried to escape almost every day, but you didn't succeed once." The man sneered and raised the corners of his lips.

Harry rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking that he was going to succeed this time, but Peter Pettigrew went out to water the flowers at this time...

For the past few days, he has been studying the map that Riddle had set for the two of them.Originally, he could only see Riddle's location on the map, but when he zoomed the map to a certain extent, a dot representing himself also appeared on it.So Harry used this map to find out all the locations of Lucius' house, and began to plan his escape plan.

He was not locked here at the beginning, but a small narrow warehouse on the second floor.The warehouse smelled musty, and there were bottles of wine and some old bedding in a corner.After studying the map, Harry found that it was very close to the back door of the manor, and there was just a station when he walked out from the back door.So he tied the quilt overnight into a long strip and slid down the narrow transom window of the small warehouse.Everything went well at first, but he didn't expect that the gate of Malfoy Manor was enchanted, as long as he tried to open it violently at night, an alarm would sound...

The second time he was locked in the basement, where there were no windows and only a few vents for ventilation.So Harry carefully studied the exhaust ducts marked with faint dotted lines on the map, and found that one of them led to the outside of the manor.So he knocked Peter Pettigrew unconscious with a wooden stick in the basement, snatched his wand, and dragged him into the basement to lock the door.He magically enlarged the space of the vent, and at night he squeezed his way into the vent and crawled out.Originally, this time was also very smooth, but when he got out, he found that Professor Black was standing in front of him, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"You think I can't find out?" He sneered, and directly cast a binding spell on him, and the rope tied him up firmly, "Peter has been away for so long and hasn't come back, do you think I won't send someone to look Do you want to see what happened?"

So he was taken back again.

Every time he was caught back, he would suffer from the Cruciatus Curse.Harry understood deeply why the Longbottoms had gone mad in the first place.If he can, he also wants to go crazy directly... No, he can still feel pain when he is crazy, he might as well die right away!When you die, you won't feel pain, and you won't be so weak that you want to cry. After you die, you will be quiet, and you will never hear his cold voice again.

He begged death very sincerely, but he also realized more clearly that he must not die.

There were times when Harry was tortured almost to the point of submission, as the sharp, barbed knife drove through his guts, ripping open blood vessels and heart, releasing scalding blood.Blood spread all over his body, welling up his throat and filling his eyeballs, making him almost breathless, and he was about to be drowned by his own blood, while the cold snake-like voice lured in his ears:

"It's painful, isn't it? If you don't want to suffer anymore, just surrender...surrender to me, you will get what you want...I can give you everything..."

Sounds pretty tempting doesn't it?Harry thought, fighting back the pain.How many people did he force with this trick, how many people had to obey him and work for him?How many people have been driven crazy with this trick, so that they can only lie in St. Mungo's Hospital for the rest of their lives?

"I won't admit defeat!" He shouted with all his strength, trying to hypnotize himself with words, making him temporarily ignore the pain in his body.

"You...!" He waved his wand angrily and pulled him to the ground, the force left a shocking scar on his body.The boy passed out directly, unconscious.Professor Black stomped his feet irritably, turned and left the room.

But no matter how many times he is tortured, he is always planning his next escape.

So this time, he was taken directly to the room where Professor Black lived.

Harry thought he was going to use the Cruciatus Curse again, and he was already mentally prepared.No one wants to be tortured, and when a person knows that the hope is slim but still chooses to resist, he must have let go of his own existence and broke the boat.

"I've always been curious about how you can find the escape route so accurately." He folded his chest and looked at him blankly.Harry looked at him without saying a word, suppressing the panic in his heart, trying not to show his flaws.

He bent down, and suddenly pulled open the hem of his shirt. His fingers went up along the waist and abdomen, stroked the ribs one by one, and stopped on the five-pointed star mark on the left chest.

"...I see. It's really interesting." Having said that, there was no smile on his face.Professor Black drew out his wand, and put the tip of the wand against the five-pointed star mark, red light burst out.

So there was the scene just now.

Harry gasped shallowly, his body still convulsing slightly.At that moment, the pain of the broken connection even surpassed Cruciatus Curse, he turned his head sideways, thinking about what to do next.

Without the map, he can no longer escape from here, so he can only be imprisoned in the prison.As much as he couldn't understand why they hadn't killed him yet, he didn't intend to ask the question.

"You will live here from now on. I know now, it's useless for anyone to watch over you, I have to fight in person." He continued, and frowned when he saw that the boy still didn't respond, "Why don't you speak?" ?”

Harry looked at him speechlessly, pointed to his mouth, and said in his eyes, "Have you ever seen a person who can still speak after being silenced?"

Professor Black: "..."

After lifting the silence, Harry touched his lips, and touched the wound carefully, and felt the pain of connecting souls with just a light touch, which made him gasp.

"Shouldn't I want to sleep in the same bed with you in the future?" Harry looked at the room.It wasn't big, and the bed he was lying on was placed in the center at this moment, and opposite the bed was a large black table with books and a pen holder full of quills on it.There are several oil painting landscapes in rich colors hanging on the walls.

"You think too much, you can only hit the floor." Professor Black snorted coldly, and healed his wound with a flick of his wand.The process of wound healing was numb and itchy, Harry pulled off his clothes, jumped off the bed and was about to go outside.

"Where are you going?" He was stopped just as he took a step, and Professor Black stood in front of him.

"I'm going to the toilet."

"It's in the room." He saw through his mind at a glance, and pointed to a small door on the right.Harry walked past him into the bathroom.

The bathroom is even smaller, with a shower on one wall and a mirror on the other.He saw his pale face in the mirror, his emerald green eyes were like green coral groves soaked in salt water, and the lightning-shaped scar was very clear in the cold light.

Harry observed for a while, but couldn't find anything to use, so he went to the toilet to relieve himself.Wait, how is the soundproofing of this room...?He looked back at the thin door, and suddenly felt a bit of embarrassment from the bottom of his heart.

Professor Black sat at the table for a while and didn't hear any movement from inside. His heart tightened, wondering if this kid would run away again?No, this is impossible, right under my nose...

But he decided to make sure. Professor Black stood up, went to the door and knocked: "Potter, are you still in? I'll come in if I count to three. Three, two, one..."

"Wait a minute! Is it as fast as yours?" The boy's annoyed voice came from inside.

"What are you doing in there for so long? You don't even have to be taught to use the toilet, do you?"

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☆, letters

"Can you go out first?" The boy couldn't take it anymore, and Professor Black's reaction was to open the door directly.Harry turned around abruptly. He didn't expect him to come in like this. Just as he was about to rejoice that he hadn't taken off his pants, he felt the man leaning towards him, with his hands resting on the sides of the water tank, mocking coldly: "Need me Can you take it off, Potter?"

"Obviously not, sir." Harry was forced to sit on the toilet seat. He supported his body backwards and tried to raise his face, "So can you go out?"

Professor Black gazed at the young face, weakened by his torture, and could still see the scars beginning to scab over his thin neck, where he had punished him for his defiance.He didn't heal his wound that time, thinking he wanted to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect him to run away again before the wound healed.

Is this a bitter trick?He was thinking, no, he should have used the usual psychology of ordinary people. Most people would think that he would wait until he recovered before acting, so he relaxed his vigilance... Just as he was thinking in his heart, his hand involuntarily touched the road. The wound was lightly pressed, and Harry was startled, his body suddenly shrank back, and the top of his head hit the picture frame hanging on the wall behind him because of too much force.

...Why are there still paintings in such a small toilet? !Lucius' taste is beyond comprehension.

"...You move faster." Professor Black straightened up, turned and walked out of the toilet, closing the door behind him.Harry sighed in relief, rubbed his head, stood up and opened the toilet seat.Although he still felt a little uncomfortable, he couldn't care less now.

After Harry came out of the bathroom, he saw him sitting on the corner of the bed near the door. He raised his head and glanced at him: "Are you all right now?"

"Huh?" Harry didn't know what he was referring to.

"I'll go out for a while." He opened the door and walked out, locking it behind his back.Harry saw the blue light seeping in along the corner crack of the door, and he ran to the doorknob and turned it—it didn't move.

Harry took a step back, his stomach rumbling hungrily.

Really bad.He felt like he was starting to have a headache.

Four hours later, Harry was literally starving.His wand had been taken away on his first day here, and he was too hungry to force open the door.Harry walked feebly over to the desk, thinking maybe he'd put some snacks there...though it was hard for him to imagine Voldemort stockpiling snacks.

There was a pile of sinister-looking black books on the table, and Harry ignored them and went straight to the drawer.The first drawer is locked.The second is also locked.The third was still locked...until Harry pulled the sixth drawer almost hopelessly, with too much force because he was unprepared, and the stack of envelopes stuffed inside flew away as the drawer was pulled out. It came out and fell to the ground.

Harry had no choice but to bow his head to pick it up.Those envelopes were made of various materials and styles, including dark brown cardboard, crepe paper with Christmas patterns, and the most common kraft paper... Harry even saw an envelope wrapped in a tropical banana leaf, with the words " "Received by Regulus Black".

Harry counted about fifteen letters, but none of them were opened, sealed tightly with glue.But the glue didn't seem to be easy to fix on the banana leaf. When Harry picked up the letter, the whole banana leaf opened, and a piece of yellowed letter paper fell out.

Harry was about to shove the letter back, and a familiar inscription was written on the exposed corner of the letter: Sirius Black.

He paused his hand, hesitated for a moment, and opened the letter anyway.

To Regulus:

It has been a week since I last wrote to you.I traveled around Indonesia and it's really different from the UK.First of all, it is very hot there. I heard that there is no winter in them, and it is summer all year round. People can live a year in short-sleeved clothes.This is simply unimaginable!

Do you remember, I told you before to look around, not just in London, and you thought it was impossible because I had no money.Now this dream has come true, but I didn't expect it to be in this situation. I mean, I'm still a fugitive.

I've been thinking about my days at Hogwarts recently.At that time, although I often got into trouble and suffered confinement, I was also very happy.While James was still around, we played Quidditch and talked about the girls in the house, and of course the one James talked about the most was Lily, whom he had liked from a very early age.

But you don't like me bringing these things up, do you?After all, you at Hogwarts never talked to me, and rarely greeted me, as if you were afraid of getting infected.I know it's my parents who want you to keep a distance from me, so it's okay, I've forgiven you.

I ran away from home very early, when I knew you were missing, you had disappeared for a long time.The mother cried for a long time, and the father was also very depressed.They love you, not like me, who is a deadly heretic to the Black family.

Although I don't have much attachment to most of the people in this family, your disappearance really makes me sad, I even want to go to you, but then I realize that I don't know you at all...yes, I don't know you , I don't know that you have become a Death Eater, and I don't know what you have experienced, whether the mysterious person killed you... I don't even know.All I can do is remember you and hate You-Know-Who even more.

I kept telling myself that he was the one who hurt you, and I hated him enough anyway.

So can you imagine how happy I was when I found out from Harry that you were still alive and a teacher?I want to see you right away to see if you are still the same.Of course, it doesn't matter if it changes, it's already good to be alive.

PS Is the school you work for located in Northern Europe?The Ministry of Magic there is pretty strict, and I haven't found out your address yet, so I'm afraid I won't be seeing you anytime soon.

Yours sincerely,

sirius black

3.18

Harry read the letter several times, his fingers trembling so violently that he could hardly hold it steady.He tried his best to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, not letting it soak the letter paper, but the tears rolled down uncontrollably.In the end he could only put the letter aside and curl up with his hands clasped around his knees.

The rose-red sunlight at dusk poured in from the locked window, covering his thin body like a layer of icy veil.Harry looked at his toes, and he wanted to ask why there is so much pain in the world, why there is separation between life and death, and the separation of yin and yang from those he loves?Obviously there are still so many words left unsaid, and so much time I want to spend together, but in the ignorant stubbornness and the joke of fate, it has become a lifelong regret.

He had heard a word, but he had forgotten who told him.

We are doomed to lose loved ones because we don't realize how important they are until we lose them.

Harry put away the letter, solemnly refolded it, and stuffed it back in the drawer.

Everything is still in time.Regulus hasn't really died yet, he can still restore everything, and he can still reduce the occurrence of tragedies... He can still do it.He knew how arrogant and overconfident he was for thinking this way, but that didn't mean he had to give up.

The thought of being so weak that you wanted to die before must never be there again.

Harry stood up and sat down in the office chair again.Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you defeat the enemy. He decided to study what books Voldemort usually read.He randomly took a book on the top shelf from the desk, glanced at the cover, and there were a few large golden characters printed on it - "The Anatomy of the Soul Caused by the Unforgivable Curse 3".

3...?Harry pushed aside the stack of draft papers on the desk that blocked his view, and sure enough he found "Anatomy of the Soul Caused by the Unforgivable Curse 1" at the bottom.He found that the books on the table were actually a set of books in the same series as it, and this series was quite long, with seven books in total.Harry opened the first book and turned to the first page. The content of Chapter 1 is "dialysis of the death curse".He frowned and began to look down.

The author has something to say: Thanks for irrigation! ! !

读者“advisss”,灌溉营养液1002017-05-1012:06:52

☆, repeat the old trick