Soul shaping

Why did Alfo steal the locket?If he is the heir of Slytherin, then he should continue to let monsters attack students, what is the purpose of stealing the locket?

"...and I caught the murderer who opened the chamber of secrets, and I was avenged because of this, so I could only be locked in the diary..." Harry suddenly remembered what Riddle said in his dream.Is that so... Malfoy took Riddle because he would get in his way?Although Riddle is very strong, he has no body now, and he may not be able to save himself. What will Malfoy do to him?

Thinking of this, Harry became terrified. He shouldn't have followed Riddle's advice and left him. He should have insisted on staying here and leaving together when he got better.At that time Riddle must have seen the monster, he was suffering to save him...but he put him in danger time and time again.

He'd lost him twice... each time to Malfoy.

Malfoy...Malfoy...I'm at odds with you!Harry strode from classroom to classroom, fingers shaking.He had never hated a person so much, nor regretted it so much.If there is still a chance, if they can survive, he will definitely hold him tightly in his hand and never let go!

There was a lot of noise in the corridor, and a group of people were watching something around the wall, their faces were full of fear and panic.He raised his head expressionlessly and squeezed into the crowd. The people around saw him and all moved out of the way to clear a way for him.When he squeezed to the innermost side, he realized that they were looking at the writing on the wall.

There was a line of blood smeared on the wall, which was the words "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened" that appeared when Mrs. Norris was petrified.

And now, there is a new line of bloody words below this line of words, which is shocking——

"He will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever."

Harry held his breath.He knew Malfoy was waiting for him.

"Harry, I heard that Malfoy was brought into the Chamber of Secrets by monsters!" Ron said beside him.

"Ah."

"So it's better for us to leave it alone? Anyway... I heard that the Chamber of Secrets was left by Salazar Slytherin, and he wouldn't hurt the Slytherin students. Malfoy must be fine." Ron Even so, his tone seemed hesitant.

"Yeah, Malfoy should be happy to be there." Harry smiled weakly.He knew very well that this was Malfoy's challenge to him.

And he will go.

For whomever it was, he would go to the Chamber of Secrets and kill the Slytherin monsters.This was a promise between him and Riddle, and it was also a promise he made to himself.

Harry stuffed his wand into his pocket and found an excuse to slip out of the bedroom.The crowd in that corridor has been dispersed by the teachers of the various schools, and everyone is now ordered not to leave the lounge.Harry put on his Invisibility Cloak and squeezed out the door at the same time as a classmate entered.

The hallway was filled with panic and silence.He walked toward Myrtle's bathroom, with heavy steps, as if embarking on a journey of no return.

Harry didn't know what to do when he walked into the bathroom.He'd thought there should be some obvious cues in the bathroom, but it didn't appear to be.This bathroom is no different from any other bathroom, except for the addition of a crying ghost.

Harry realized it right away.He took off his invisibility cloak, walked up to Myrtle floating around the bathroom door, and asked softly:

"That... hello, did you see anyone coming here just now?"

Myrtle turned around immediately, and when she saw him, she smiled shyly, "It's you! A little boy just came. He entered my cubicle and hasn't come out yet."

"Thank you!" Harry hastily opened Myrtle's compartment, and he found that the wall that originally housed the copper faucet had parted on both sides, revealing a passage that could allow one person to slide in.He stuffed the invisibility cloak in his pocket and walked in.

The pipe was dark, filthy, and huge, and Harry could see that it branched out into countless other pipes like tree roots, connected together like a network.But none of the pipes was as huge as this one. Harry knew that he had gone deep into the deepest underground of Hogwarts, and all the sounds were stripped away, leaving the rustling of the copper pipes rubbed against the empty clothes and trousers.

Just as Harry was wondering when he would reach the end, the front pipe stretched straight out, and he was shot horizontally, lying on his stomach on the wet ground.Harry stood up and drew his wand.

☆, oath

The light here is dim, and only an adult man can barely pass through.Harry murmured "Lumos," and proceeded cautiously.

The secret room was so quiet that one could hear the beating of the heart, Harry stepped on one or two broken bones of mice and frogs from time to time, the crisp sound was terrifying in the darkness.Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge, undulating body, which was twenty feet long, with bright and beautiful patterns, and a very thick skin. If you look closely, you can see light-colored folds intertwining and intertwining on the surface.Harry judged that this should be the shed skin of a Slytherin monster... According to this shape and size, could it be the legendary basilisk?

Harry continued walking, and he stepped through door after door, which seemed to be endless, making Harry suspect that he was walking in a hole in the cycle of space, and he would never be free.Harry didn't stop until he saw a large, solid wall carved with two intertwined snakes.The snake's eyes decorated with emeralds are graceful and strange, shining in the dark.

Just as he was thinking about how to enter, the wall split from it, and the two snakes also separated, making a bang sound and shaking a layer of smoke and dust.Harry froze in place for a while, then walked in, trembling slightly.

As soon as Harry walked in, he saw Draco standing there lazily, flipping through a diary.Sensing him walking in, Draco looked up, a defiant smile on his pale face.

"I'm glad you're here, Potter."

"Give me back the diary." He said coldly, staring at the smug boy almost with hatred.

"You mean this?" Draco raised his eyebrows and waved the diary in his hand, "Do you really know what this is?"

"I know more than you think."

"Hahahahahaha! Do you really think so, Potter?" Draco laughed loudly, as if he had heard something extremely funny, "Although I think it's pity that you are so naive... but I don't I'm going to tell you the truth."

He put the diary aside, drew his wand, pointed it at Harry, and spoke a strange hissing language.

A huge vibration came from the bottom of the feet, it was the friction sound of a huge object moving in a narrow and cramped space, approaching step by step.Harry turned off the light, put on the cloak, and disappeared into the darkness.

The monster's winding body was the first to squeeze in. The body was as thick as ten people hugging it, like a mountain rolling towards the ground.Harry had quietly approached Malfoy, who was still looking for him with wide-eyed eyes.

Harry has been able to conclude that the monster is the basilisk. He once knew in a book that the skin of the basilisk is as strong as a city wall. If you look at its eyes, you will be killed, and the objects pierced by its teeth will rot.

Seeing that all the basilisks had entered the room, Harry lowered his head, clenched his staff tightly in his hand, and judged its movements only by hearing.

"Master, Harry is wearing an invisibility cloak, what should we do?" Draco asked anxiously in his heart.

"Put the locket in the body of the basilisk, and I will control it."

Before Draco could make a move, a force of gravity suddenly pinned him to the ground, pinning his wrist so tightly that he couldn't move.

The basilisk sensed their movement and began to move here.Draco struggled vigorously, the posture of lying on his back made his gaze almost directly to the eyes of the basilisk, forcing him to close his eyes, but this made him feel even more insecure, every second It is torment.

"Master, save me!"

"Draco, relax!" Voldemort's cold and angry voice echoed in his head, and Draco insisted that he would not ask for help anymore.He knew he was going to manipulate his body against the invisible Potter, but at that moment, Draco felt something go across his neck, and a hand grabbed the locket that had slipped out of his clothes. , swept away directly from the top of the head!

The weight on his body was gone, but Draco didn't dare to open his eyes.He closed his eyes and turned to the side, grabbed the wand that fell on the ground and retreated to the side.He felt that the basilisk was already moving towards him, and the sound of its wheezing belly rubbing against the ground, the stench from the mouth, and the dull sound of sharp scales hitting the smooth skin all made him shudder.He secretly prayed in his heart that Voldemort would get rid of Potter quickly, he didn't want to stay in this damn place for another minute.

Harry put the locket around his neck and half bent over, his hands on his knees.He whispered, "I won't lose you again.

"No one can take you away from me.

"I will protect you and not leave you alone."

The boy didn't answer.Harry stared at the slow-moving figure of the basilisk, thinking quickly about how to deal with it.He let go of his wand and held it in the other hand, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.

"Since you have made such an oath, you must do what you say." Riddle's cold voice finally sounded, "You must not abandon me, you must not betray me, or I will make you regret it."

"I regret it already." Harry lowered his eyes and clenched his wand tightly, "When I couldn't find you in the Room of Requirement, I regretted it like crazy... I wondered if Malfoy would treat you What did you do, will you die because of it... If you die, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life."

"...Harry, do you believe me?" the boy asked suddenly.His tone was very careful, as if he was holding a precious and fragile object, and he was at a loss even to breathe.

"I believe you."

"Okay, close your eyes. I'll take you out."

"Okay." Harry closed his eyes obediently.He heard the curses of hell, the singing of angels, the flapping of feathers in his ears, and the whistling wind that followed.It was like the wind resounding in the gap between time and space, wrapping his whole body in a small nest.He seemed to return to his mother's dark womb, wrapped in amniotic fluid, warm and reassuring.

sleep.sleep.

After waking up, it will be a new world.

Draco stared at the basilisk in front of him, the intense shock in his heart even overwhelmed the fear of the basilisk.He couldn't believe that Potter just... escaped?Although he didn't know what method was used, it was obviously done by the master's possession.Why did he do this?Didn't he want to kill Potter?

Draco felt that the master's thoughts were beyond his comprehension, so he stopped thinking about it.The most pressing question at hand is how to deal with the basilisk.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, brave enough to run along the body of the basilisk.He rushed for the open door, but the basilisk flinched back, its bent body suddenly blocking the opening, and the snake's head swung at him, Draco turned his head quickly to avoid his gaze.

Then he was heavily pressed to the ground by the heavy snake body, the explosive force almost crushed all his bones.

Draco couldn't help cursing, he had only learned the Parseltongue from Voldemort on how to attract the basilisk, not how to drive it away.He barely struggled to escape, endured the severe pain to avoid its attack, but was thrown to the ground again.

The snake's body wrapped around the surrounding pillars and moved smoothly, and the sound of the snake's scales scraping the ground and walls was like a slow lingering.When Draco was thrown to the ground for the tenth time, his blood and anger were fully aroused, he roared, turned over and stood up: "Go to hell! I don't care if you are a Slytherin monster, anyway I won't go out until I kill you today!"

The basilisk opened its mouth wide, spitting out poisonous snake letters, and the huge snake eyes shrank suddenly.Draco stared at its body warily.

Suddenly, he felt something soft fall on his body, and then there was an extremely loud bird song above his head.

He raised his head.

Feathers of flame ignite the vision.Is that... a phoenix?

The author has something to say: Draco: Master, why did you abandon me? !

Voldemort: I forgot.

☆, Epilogue: Who are you?

after an hour.

Holding a silver sword inlaid with gemstones the size of eggs, the little boy knelt on the ground on one knee.He was panting heavily, his lips were bloodless, his body was covered with scars, his school uniform was torn into strips, and balls of cotton wadding emerged from the torn edges.

Draco glanced at the corpse of the basilisk on the ground. Its body was separated, its head flew several meters away, and its eyes were pecked blind by Fox; while the headless hill-like body was entangled on the ground, still bubbling out stench and sticky The greasy blood quickly formed a small pool.

Draco braced himself with his sword and stood up.He picked up the diary that had been swept to the corner, wiped the dust from his forehead, and walked outside.Fox stopped on his shoulder.Draco put the sorting hat on his head, and felt silly again, and was about to take it off, when a voice came from his mind:

"Oh, it's Draco Malfoy, I remember I assigned you to Slytherin House... Of course, Slytherin students are not lacking in courage and tenacity."

"What do you want to say?"

"I meant to say - I haven't seen a few Slytherins draw the sword of Gryffindor."

"Is this the sword of Gryffindor?!" Draco almost threw the sword in his hand to the ground.

A feather landed on his cheek, he raised his head, Fox's whole body was wrapped in the light, the fiery red feather stretched against the light, like petals opening and closing in the wind.He grabbed its tail feathers, and his whole body was wrapped in light and fire, with a slight ironing temperature.

Fawkes flew him up, through the long dark tubes.He was back on the ground in no time.

Principal room.

"Smart... so smart. He was probably the brightest student Hogwarts had seen in hundreds of years. Few people knew that the man was once called Tom Riddle. The teacher loves it... But he got deeper and deeper in the quagmire of black magic, and made many friends who are not popular, and when he came back again, only this face was slightly similar..." The white-bearded old man in front of him flipped and dilapidated Unbearable diary, stroked his beard.He looked at Draco who was already exhausted, and the expression on his face softened, "We will not punish you, many skilled adult wizards cannot escape being bewitched by Voldemort, let alone you... I think you need to go to therapy for a while and get some rest."

"I see, Professor." Draco nodded feebly.

"By the way, in view of this situation, we have to consider the extra points of Slytherin House as appropriate... Let's give Slytherin House [-] points as a reward for your bravery." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"One hundred points?" Draco finally came to his senses.

"Yes, one hundred percent..."

"Bang!" The door of the principal's office was pushed open, and a tall man in a black suit and a blue tie walked in aggressively.His lips were as thin and sharp as Draco's, and his gray eyes were too sharp to be annoying.

"Dumbledore, I heard my son was injured." Lucius said stiffly.

"Oh yes, Draco fought a basilisk and it was very heroic."

"Then thank you for your appreciation." Lucius pulled Draco up from his seat, and lowered his head to examine Draco's whole body carefully.He breathed a sigh of relief after making sure he wasn't seriously injured, but his expression was still tense.He left with Draco.

When they reached the door, the little boy who had been silent all this time suddenly turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.

At this moment, his expression appeared real, not the usual elegant disguise.

"Professor, only Gryffindor students can draw the sword of Gryffindor?" Draco's eyes flashed with confusion and fear.

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, then smiled meaningfully: "Of course not. Anyone with courage can get his help."

The little boy looked relieved.

He sat up, rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, opened his palm and looked at the vertical and horizontal lines on it.The light knotted between the swaying gaps of the crimson bed curtain, like ripe grapes.

Harry paused suddenly, and suddenly pulled the locket around his neck.The faint stream of light flows through the delicate textures, like a trickle penetrating into the depths.He whispered, "Riddle?"

"I'm here." A familiar voice as always.

Only then did he let out a long breath, truly confirming that all this was true.

He brought him back from the chamber.He didn't make a mistake that he regrets for life.

"Riddle, I left your diary in the secret room." He suddenly thought of this, and became uneasy.

"It doesn't matter, it's dead. Now I live in this locket."

Harry got out of bed to wash, and came to the dining room with Ron.Ron happily said that Professor Sprout had prepared the medicine, and the petrified students would wake up soon, and they would be able to tell what they were attacked by themselves—

Oh, I forgot there was still a basilisk left to deal with.thought Harry.

Oh, I seem to have forgotten who was in the Chamber of Secrets.thought a certain Dark Lord.

Ron didn't notice what Harry was thinking, and he brought the topic back to the final exam, complaining that they still had to take the exam after this happened.

This incident successfully diverted Harry's attention. He recalled what he had learned this semester... He came to the conclusion that there was nothing, and he couldn't help panicking. He immediately calmed down: "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

That's right, with Riddle's cheating artifact in hand, the final exam is nothing to mention.

"What, there's an exam the day after tomorrow?" Hermione said this first thing after getting up from the hospital bed, "Oh my God, I haven't finished my review! I haven't memorized History of Magic yet..."

"Look, I knew it would be like this." Ron shrugged. He grabbed Hermione who hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to run out, and asked, "Hermione, did you see the monster that attacked you?"

"Ah, sorry - I didn't, I didn't see it... I went down the stairs and looked around the corner in the mirror, and suddenly lost consciousness..." Hermione was also very distressed, and she scratched her hair even more.

"I see." Ron was a little disappointed.

They cast a few simple spells in front of Professor Flitwick, and turned a pair of white rabbits into a pair of slippers in front of Professor McGonagall.Harry didn't let Riddle directly take the exam for him, but let him guide him for a few hours in the lounge the day before the exam.

He still remembers his own words - I will protect you well and will not leave you alone.So he can't slack off.You have to get stronger and more determined to be someone you can depend on.

Even if that person is much stronger than him, maybe he doesn't need his protection at all.

But this is his own oath and has nothing to do with him.

However, Harry asked Riddle to ghostwrite the History of Magic exam.

When they finally finished their final exams, everyone gathered in the hall to shout and eat cheesecake, blueberry trifle and fried bread, ghosts floated among the crowd, and teachers sat neatly on the teacher's bench .

As Dumbledore walked onto the stage, the audience fell silent.He coughed and took out a piece of parchment: "Well, I will announce the points of each house this semester. No.4, Hufflepuff House, 120 six points. No.3, Ravenclaw College, 150 nine points. No.2..."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, smiled and looked at the students who were waiting to see below, his blue eyes blinked, as if playing tricks.

"Before announcing which college No.2 is, I want to tell everyone one thing. A matter that was temporarily put on hold by the final exam, but must be resolved. That is the secret room incident."

Upon hearing the word chamber of secrets, everyone raised their heads with tense and serious expressions.Ron and Hermione stared at Dumbledore, and Harry was anxious to see what Dumbledore would explain.

"The Chamber of Secrets was indeed left by Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, and only his descendants can open it and release the monsters in it. As the most powerful dark wizard in hundreds of years, Voldemort has always claimed that he is a descendant of Slytherin, and left a black magic diary in an attempt to open the Chamber of Secrets..."

Everyone gasped and covered their chests when they heard "Voldemort", but couldn't help but continue to listen.But Harry's mind was blank.

What Voldemort...?What does this have to do with Voldemort?Wait a minute, he said the diary... Could it be...

"However, a Slytherin student resisted the temptation of the diary. He walked into the secret room, successfully summoned the Gryffindor sword, and killed the Slytherin monster!" Dumbledore raised his voice. Yes, powerful and powerful, it shocked the audience, "He is Draco Malfoy!"

Everyone's heads turned to Slytherin's seat in unison, with expressions of astonishment on their faces. Even the Slytherin students looked at the expressionless pale boy in shock.

Silent.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and soon more people applauded, and there was a thunderous sound in the whole hall, which lasted for a long time.Some of the Slytherins joined the crowd and started clapping, but were immediately stopped by the horrifying expressions of the students next to them.

Draco pushed his chair away with his head down, stood up, and walked straight out of the hall.

Dumbledore continues to publish house scores.Undoubtedly, Slytherin House surpassed Gryffindor to become No.1, and Snape took the house trophy with a big smile on his face.

Ron sighed, and discussed Dumbledore's words with the students next to him with great interest.He thought to himself, I never thought that Malfoy could do such a Gryffindor thing...I always thought he was a descendant of Slytherin.

But he glanced at Slytherin's position, only to find that there was a solemn and solemn place, everyone's faces were frosty and silent, and there was no joy of winning the academy trophy.

Only then did Ron realize that Malfoy's behavior was a kind of betrayal to Slytherin.As a student of Slytherin, he actually summoned the sword of Gryffindor and killed the monsters of Slytherin... This is simply a blasphemy and a heinous crime.

This made him worry.He was about to share his opinion with Harry, but found that his seat was empty at some point.

bathroom.

Harry squatted in front of the toilet, holding both sides of the toilet lid with both hands, and kept retching.His stomach was churning, but he could only spit out clear bile, dizzy.

After a while, he stood up pressing his temples, leaned back on the door panel, and stared blankly at the transom above, with an extremely ironic wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head, gently picked up the locket, facing the light coming in from the transom, and traced the delicate grooves on it with his fingertips.

The fingers clenched suddenly, and the sharp edges and corners poked into the palm, causing a tingling pain.

"who are you?"

The author has something to say: the first part is over, Sahua☆

Stop for a few more days, because I have to think about the plot of the second part.

I didn't stop here on purpose, in fact, I didn't want Harry to know the true identity of V so quickly (not at all fast, but it was written that Dumbledore said it himself_(:з」∠ )_

In fact, as far as the relationship between the two is concerned, a person as determined as V University is not the one who is not easy to be moved. Harry is obviously more likely to fall if he is calculated mentally and unintentionally... So there will definitely be abuse, but it is not be!

I wish you all a happy Qingming in advance!

☆, preface

He knew that at that time he temporarily changed his mind.

In the deep black ground, the silver pillars supported the low ceiling, and the huge python king twisted his poisonous body. The little boy stood in the scene of destruction, with a decisive and firm tone.

"I won't lose you again.

"No one can take you away from me.

"I will protect you and not leave you alone."

It's so ridiculous that such a weak and stupid existence can say such arrogant words beyond his control.

But then he felt out of breath.It was as if a tendon had been lifted out of thin air, and the entire neural network trembled accordingly.A pair of hands gripped his throat tightly, and he couldn't respond.

He had many admirers when he was a student, and when he became famous all over the world, he had countless followers.They call themselves Death Eaters, and they do evil in his name, seeking refuge in his dark tides, flocking to them and scatter them.

He has no feelings for them, but each takes what he wants.It's just that he wants more, and they must also be responsible for their own choices.

Everyone is relying on his strength, but no one has ever said to him, I will protect you well.I won't leave you alone.

He's been alone for as long as he can remember.There are too many enemies around, and only by making himself stronger, more indestructible and invulnerable, can he not be afraid of wind and rain.He can only rely on himself, and only on himself.

After hearing that prophecy, he was determined to eradicate the existence that could threaten him.If only one of the two can survive, then that person must be himself.

So at that time, he originally planned to kill him.That way he can live forever.He will be the dark king who rules the world, and stands above all others forever and ever.

But he revised the script for him.

"Keep it... just keep him. Anyway, in the process of shaping the body in the future, you still need to use his blood, don't you?" That glimmer of expectation.He knew that he had been too sensible and purposeful all along, and even made up excuses so reasonable.

If rationality runs through from beginning to end, he must deny his own existence.

The author has something to say: 1: Refer to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's "Kappa".

I, I, I will put a very short preface for everyone to take a look. It was originally going to be at the end of the first part.

☆, thunderstorm night

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.The night is like a thick curtain covering this quiet street, the rain is pouring, and the rapid raindrops hit the street trees and bushes, and crackle on the windows.

The branches outside the window swayed, and a bolt of lightning pierced into the room like a long sword, instantly bright as day.Ghostly tree shadows swayed on the quilt, covering the sleeping boy's body.

Harry slept restlessly, kicking the covers and turning over constantly.He was having a nightmare. In the dream, there was a dark shadow chasing him persistently. Sometimes it approached inch by inch, blowing against his ear and making a swallowing sound; Staring at him, as if wanting to swallow him up.

An explosion-like thunder exploded overhead, Harry turned over in agitation, and a large part of the quilt fell to the ground.

A pair of white and slender hands pulled up the quilt, spread the quilt back on his body, and tucked him in.

The black and white boy stood silently by the thunderstorm window, lowered his head and stared at the sleeping little boy with frowning eyebrows.Flashes of lightning illuminated his blurry figure white, and it was reflected in the dark pupils like a dream falling from a fog, just waking up from a long illness.

There was another thunder, and the white light tore the sky, pulling the dark clouds into a waterfall-like hole.Harry opened his eyes suddenly, the rumble of thunder still echoing in his head.His gaze met the boy beside the bed, and his heartbeat stopped suddenly.

"...what are you doing here?" Harry jerked the quilt and moved it inward, his face alert.

"Can't I be here?" the boy asked coldly.

"Aren't you staying in the locket at night, thinking about how to kill me?"

"You look like you really want to be killed by me." The boy leaned over suddenly, with imperceptible anger in his tone, "Would you like to try?"

"Then you have a try." Harry smiled instead of anger, not to be outdone at all.In the next second, the collar of the pajamas was ripped off by Riddle, and his knuckle fingers pressed hard on his neck, tightening joint by joint.

Because it was only a spirit body, his strength was far less than one percent of the original, but it was still so oppressive that he couldn't breathe.He squeezed his hand hard, but the other was getting harder and harder, Harry's face began to turn purple, his breathing was choppy, and the struggle became smaller and smaller... Riddle finally shook off him.

Harry fell heavily back on the bed, gasping for air as soon as he was freed, coughing violently from the haste.The boy stood aside and folded his hands, looking at him indifferently.

"Do you want to come again?" When his breathing calmed down, Riddle pulled the corners of his lips coldly, with a cold and contemptuous smile.

"Why don't you just kill me?" Harry glared at him, "Can't you kill me, why not?"

"you……"

"Come on, you can just kill me! That's what you planned, didn't you? Why hesitate?" Harry sneered, not caring at all whether his voice would be heard by Uncle Vernon downstairs.A flash of lightning ignited his pale little face, and he glared at Riddle angrily, gnashing his teeth until his whole body trembled.

"Harry Potter, don't try to kill me!" Riddle was furious, he stepped onto the bed and grabbed his hands on the bed board, squeezing his waist into his legs.With their messy black hair hanging down, they stared at each other fiercely, not giving in to each other.

Harry hated the man, he made him feel like everything he did was a joke.Yes, how ridiculous, I trust him wholeheartedly, help him, worry about him and blame myself, but what is his return?A single "I am Voldemort" can destroy everything.

But this can only be blamed on myself for being too stupid, falling into the trap carefully planned by the enemy, and getting deeper and deeper and unable to extricate myself.

All the moments that I think are eternal are just a lie, and they will be broken with a light touch, and every broken silhouette is laughing at myself coldly.

Harry laughed at himself silently, he suddenly felt something touching his lips violently, and suddenly recovered from his trance.The boy covered him, lowered his head and bit his lips vigorously, the frightening pain made him cry out in pain, and struggled hard.

The moment he opened his mouth, the boy took the opportunity to poke his tongue in, and the tip of his tongue instantly swept across his entire mouth. The madness in the anger made Harry terrified.He felt as if he was about to be destroyed by him because of this, leaving nothing behind.

He lifted his leg vigorously, trying to overturn Riddle, but the latter pressed his knee directly, and the force almost broke Harry's thin leg.His tongue was numb from being sucked by him, and his brain was severely deprived of oxygen.He patted him on the back with his free hand, trying to stop him, but the other party ignored his innocence.

The anger was still spreading, and another uncontrollable feeling gradually surfaced, he grabbed Harry's hand and pressed it back on the bed, the huge force almost crushed his wrist.

Wind and rain, lightning and thunder.The icy light outlined the locket on the table.It is stained with the power of the soul, becoming smoother, more brilliant, elegant and refined, shining in the thunder.

Riddle straightened up, panting slightly.He pressed the center of his eyebrows, sat there for a while to calm down, and then slowly got out of bed.Before he could stand still, his back was pushed suddenly, and Riddle immediately grabbed the corner of the table to support himself.

Harry bit his lip, his expression twisted even more than before: "What do you mean?!"

"It's just a punishment for you." He sat on the table and replied indifferently, "Don't you really want to die? What is it compared to death?"

"Huh, when did I say I wanted to die?"