Soul shaping

breathing space.

They thought they had won a short-lived victory, and the massacre began to spread to other floors. This sudden, politically unprepared massacre gradually turned into an uprising. office.Their team is getting bigger and bigger, and their spearheads are directed at those lackeys of Thinknis who are domineering and domineering on weekdays.

☆、Wrong and Punishment

Under the threat of a huge crowd, the wizards had no choice but to surrender and be tied up and led forward.Some wizards who usually went too far were beaten by a group of wizards. Several wizards even had their legs broken, their ribs were kicked, and they were dying.

"Down with the Death Eaters!" "Restore the Ministry of Magic!" The shouts in the corridor echoed layer upon layer and were deafening, like sea waves rolling in and roaring towards a long dragon, sweeping across the entire world and piercing the hazy sky. The long-lost light came to the world.

The members who shouted were blushing, and their eyes were shining with hope.They crawled forward for so long, and finally had a moment to live for themselves.Even if the next second is death, at least you won't regret it now.

"Ahead is the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!" a member suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Come on, kill those devils!"

"How many people died under their hands! The crime is unforgivable!"

"Bring back my sister!" cried a witch angrily, crying bitterly.

"Kill the traitor Harry Potter!"

"Traitor! Running dog! Scum!"

They smashed the door of the office and rushed in, overturning the tables and chairs. The members who were still working inside raised their hands to express their surrender. Some wizards who did not want to be caught exchanged fire with the rebels, but they were all subdued in the end. tied up.

"Where is the director?" Someone suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"That's right, where is that Potter?!" They pressed the captured prisoners, and the prisoners trembled and replied tremblingly: "Master, the director has already left work..."

"what?!"

Dirty no-name alleys.A dilapidated red telephone booth stands alone on the side of the road. Of course, if you go into the booth and dial a number, you will find that it has been damaged for many years, and the only thing in the handset is a buzzing busy tone.

The residents in the alley have long known that this is an abandoned and useless phone booth, so no one usually uses it.But today, they saw a strangely dressed boy standing inside and listening to something with a receiver.This made the drinkers, travelers and peddlers who came and went couldn't help but look at him more, but no one bothered to remind him.

Harry was holding the receiver with both hands, but his attention was not on it.He listened carefully to the voice falling from the sky, trying to discern some useful information from it.

This telephone box has been used to receive foreign personnel from the Ministry of Magic. If you dial 62442 - which is spelled MAGIC by the letters on the phone dial - you can contact the reception witch of the Ministry of Magic, but it is obvious that the Ministry of Magic is now in chaos. The reception witch was also missing.After briefly deconstructing the magic on the phone booth, Harry turned on the two-way intercom system and eavesdropped on the movements in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic.

Harry slipped away at the beginning of the riot.He took advantage of the chaos to squeeze out of the crowd, took the elevator to the ninth floor underground, and then took the stairs to the tenth floor to enter the death penalty chamber.Although the special exit left by the Order of the Phoenix has been closed, there are still some unfilled gaps.Harry used a few spells to open up a small path that only one person could pass through, and then easily left the Ministry of Magic.

Harry hung up the phone, rolled up his clothes, and walked out of the phone booth as unobtrusively as possible-although the act itself was very noticeable.This sex was indeed beyond his expectation, he knew that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely become their sex target, and Harry didn't intend to add more physical pain to himself besides the complicated work.

But Harry also knew that the victory of these wizards was only temporary, Voldemort would soon send someone to stop all this, and they would all be punished.The end result of this is that his workload will skyrocket.

Harry found himself calmly and dumbly thinking about the level of punishment those wizards would receive, and divided their actions into first, second and third grades, but there was no resentment in his heart, which made him feel a little scared , so he forced himself to stop.

It's a rare time to come out to get some air and stop thinking about work.How about going to the bar and relaxing, Harry thought.

The bar in this dilapidated alley is also dilapidated, the wooden door is shaky as if it will fall down in a second, the walls are covered with messy posters and portraits, the tables and chairs are placed out of order, and the desktop is full of sticky of oil stains.Harry wiped the table and chairs with a paper towel before sitting down. He ordered a glass of cocktail. The clear color of the wine showed a wave-like layering under the rich sunset.

The taste of the cocktail was extremely weird, quite different from what he had expected.Harry couldn't help but think of the Three Broomsticks and the Pig's Head in Hogsmeade. He especially missed the bubbling butterbeer, warm lighting and cozy music. He remembered the last time he went to Hogsmeade with Cho was together, and that night he met Sirius at the Shrieking Shack, and that's when he finally recognized his own heart...

——I have already thought of a way to help you.

——Soul shaping, right?

Harry held his head in his arms, running his fingers through his hair.He was so desperate that he almost cried out, a violent force in his heart was about to rush out of his throat, but it stopped abruptly the moment it turned into sound waves, as if the way out was blocked by a pair of big withered hands.

The thoughts that had been deliberately suppressed these days found a gap and spewed out.Harry thought of everything they had experienced together, the help and companionship he had when he was still in the diary, the hand in hand escape in the secret room, the kiss and hatred on a thunderstorm night, he summoned his patron saint, that journey in time, All kinds of sweet times in Durmstrang...

The memory goes back to the first day, when everything started, he stayed in the Burrow with the Weasleys, and he quietly picked up the diary that Lucius left behind the sofa, so the story began.

——No, at that earlier time, decades ago, they had already broken the boundaries of time and space and met in Diagon Alley.The young boy smiled and said "yes" to him, so the gears of fate turned violently, and all chances became inevitable.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to drive away all the thoughts in his mind, but those obsessions became more and more entangled, and he was speechless.

Impossible, you can't go back.No matter how much you miss those days, no matter how much you love those people, he told himself, you can never go back.give up.

But he understands that even if he cuts off all thoughts and hopes, he still stubbornly retains the last belief in his heart.Although he didn't know what he was insisting on, it was this small light that made him realize that he and those people—Voldemort, Death Eaters, and the swarming villains—would never be able to reach each other through countless sleepless days and nights. illicit sexual relations.

The road ahead is dark, and people are also pregnant with its shadow.He only wished to become the fire of darkness and burn down the dark city.

Even in exchange for eternal life.

It was evening when Harry returned to Malfoy Manor.When he opened the door, he saw all the Death Eaters knelt in the hall, looking at the man on the high platform with horror on their faces.As the door opened slowly, the cold light poured in, they turned their heads slowly, staring at him with eyes, and the stone-carved expressions on their faces cracked in shock.

Harry froze for a moment, but closed the door calmly, and walked slowly behind the Death Eaters.Before he could stand still, a high-pitched and cold voice fell from the sky, like a merciless cold rain: "Come here, Potter."

He raised his head, looked into Voldemort's crimson pupils for a few seconds, looked away, and walked slowly towards him.The crisp footsteps echoed in the spacious and empty hall, and when he reached the steps, another command came down: "Kneel down, Potter."

Harry shook the hem of his robes and slowly knelt down.He lowered his eyes and didn't say a word.

"Do you know what mistake you made?" the man asked coldly.

"Did not return to Malfoy Manor on time, master." He replied neither humble nor humble.

"Wrong, your fault is to leave the Ministry of Magic without permission and escape from my monitoring range... I thought you had escaped, Potter, and I planned to punish them, but I didn't expect you to come back by yourself... Why not just like this How about leaving?" The man's voice rose slightly, full of coldness and distrust, Harry didn't look up, and replied dryly: "I won't leave, Master."

Voldemort squinted his slender eyes, stared at the boy kneeling on the ground for a long time, and said softly: "You'd better remember what you said, Potter. Now that you're back, it's up to you to bear the punishment for them." ...I think everyone will thank you very much."

He stood up and looked at the prostrate Death Eaters under the stage, and everyone dared not show their air.The wand in his hand was raised, and the spell that Harry was extremely familiar with turned into red light and hit his forehead directly from top to bottom: "Crucio!"

The internal organs and lungs seemed to be twisted into a ball, and the blood burned his whole body like a flame. Harry bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from screaming in front of everyone. He arched his waist and contracted his body as much as possible, and supported the ground His hands were trembling uncontrollably, sweat profusely.Even though he had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse countless times, he still couldn't get used to the pain that went deep into his bones.Harry knew that Voldemort wanted to embarrass him in front of the Death Eaters, and he had no intention of doing so.

"Kneel up straight, Potter." Looking at Harry's huddled body, Voldemort ordered with a blank expression.The boy froze for a moment, then slowly straightened up, he took a shallow breath, and lowered his head so that he could only see his messy black hair.

"Can't get up without my order. You all go away," said Voldemort calmly.The Death Eaters breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't dare to make any noise. They discussed in low voices and stood up to leave.Some stayed at Malfoy Manor for dinner, while others chose to stay out of the way.Snape cast a deep look at Harry, who was still kneeling there, as he left.

Voldemort came down the steps, walked past the boy and up the stairs without looking away.There were people walking back and forth in the hall from time to time, and they all looked at him with pity or gloat, talking loudly on purpose, as if laughing at his situation.

But the boy just knelt silently and didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear anything.

Harry blanked his mind and didn't think about anything.He didn't know how long he would have to kneel, maybe Voldemort had forgotten him, and he was likely to kneel on this cold ground all night.He already felt stiff and numb all over, his legs were so sore and cold as if they were not his own, the blood flow would stop, and this long night was still endless...

Time passed bit by bit, and the hall gradually became empty, only the cold moonlight spread along the cold steps, covering him with a chill.The empty wind howled, like a lost child wandering in the empty hall.

Harry's eyes went dark, and he fell forward to the ground.

☆, sleepy

When he woke up again, he found that he was still lying on the ground before, and it seemed that no one came to visit him during the time he passed out—or even if he saw his miserable situation, that person would not Not going to help him.

Harry gave a wry smile, barely supporting himself on the ground.He had completely lost feeling in his legs, his whole body was numb and painful, and his waist and buttocks were throbbing like an electric shock.Harry barely raised his arm to massage his calf, and the numbness was painful and irritating to him.

Just as he was trying to regain his mobility, he saw a piece of the hem of the robe appearing at his knee, fluttering slightly in the wind.Harry suddenly had a bad premonition, he knew what would happen the next moment——

The man raised his legs, the hem of his robe was raised, and the thick-soled heels fell heavily, stepping on his kneecaps.

At that moment, Harry clearly heard the sound of bone cracking.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

He couldn't help crying out in pain, hugged that leg and shook it vigorously, but the man changed the angle of the heel and stepped on his leg and spun and rubbed on his leg. The severe pain of tearing the flesh made him almost want to bite his teeth. Crushing it, Harry saw the blood slowly soaking on his trousers and staining the ground.

You don't need to look at him to know that your left knee is bloody and bloody. The man finally let go of him. He bent down and pinched his chin. The red in the gap looked like a cold-blooded beast peering out from hell: "I really want to cripple your legs so that you can never escape."

"I...I won't escape, master." He closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

Voldemort didn't answer. His fingertips touched his left chest, and lightly drew a strange pattern on it. Then he drew out his wand and said a few profound incantations, and a blue light shot into his body.The pattern lit up instantly, and it spun light, slowly sinking into his chest.It turned into a trace similar to a brand mark left on the surface of his skin.

"This way you won't be able to escape." He muttered to himself, the boy fell to the ground trembling, his breathing was extremely weak, the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, as if he would not be able to hold on any longer in the next second.Voldemort frowned, after thinking about it, he picked him up and walked upstairs.

Harry's body was surprisingly light, and there was no pressure in his arms.There wasn't a trace of excess fat on his body, he was terribly thin, and usually only covered up his frail side with a large black robe.Although Voldemort didn't want to get to the bottom of what caused it-overwork, anorexia or neurasthenia, it is undeniable that he did not feel happy at all, but a faint worry.As for what he was worried about, perhaps only he knew.

Voldemort pushed open the door of the room and laid him on the bed.The boy still had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.He rolled up his pant legs and met some resistance as he pulled them up to his knees, as the blood had glued his flesh to the fabric, making them inseparable no matter what.Voldemort thought for a while, and pulled up the rolled-up trousers mercilessly. The pain of the flesh being torn again directly shook Harry's whole body, and he let out a muffled snort.He opened his eyes, looked at his broken knee, and then at the man sitting by the bed, his lips moved slightly: "Are you going to help me heal, master?"

"It's your pleasure, Potter."

"Not very grateful. I know the master did it to make me work better."

"Just as long as you understand." Voldemort began to smear the potion on his wound in satisfaction. His cold nails scraped the bare flesh, and Harry shuddered reflexively, but he didn't yell again, "Feel it yourself, Potter, you should be able to feel what I'm setting in you."

Harry frowned suspiciously, focusing on the changes in his body.Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be something extra in his soul, and his expression changed.

"It seems that you have found out." Voldemort looked at the boy's paler face, and he was extremely happy, "Through this magic, I can know your location at any time, so you don't have to think about escaping from my control. "

Before he could respond, the fingertips pressed heavily on his wound, and the boy gasped in pain.He stood up and said coldly: "Remember to go to work tomorrow, and don't ask for leave."

The next day, Harry still showed up at the office on time.His legs were still sore and numb, his knee hadn't fully healed, and the injured part hurt when touched, and he had to clench his teeth when it rubbed against the fabric.

"Director, the minister asked you to try the participants in yesterday's riot." Dennis put a document in front of him as always, and Harry opened it and flipped through it.

"What is the punishment method?"

"Except for a few leaders, they are all Cruciatus Curse." Dennis said calmly, "Also, according to the minister's instructions, in order to reduce your burden, the punishment will be mainly carried out by his personnel. The director only needs to judge one People will do."

This may sound benevolent, but Harry suddenly grasped the wand on the table at that moment, and barely let go after a few seconds.

"This is the man. Although he is not the principal criminal, he is one of the identified members of the Order of the Phoenix, so the minister ordered you to treat him with the punishment of the principal criminal." Dennis glanced at him with a gloating smile.Harry ignored his hint, he had adjusted his mood, and nodded for him to lead the way.

Arthur Weasley hadn't expected the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to carry out his sentence himself.In fact, it can't be said that, it's not that he didn't have this premonition, but when Harry actually appeared in front of him, the shocking feeling was unmatched by any newspaper reports and office gossip.

He watched as the boy in the black robes of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement walked onto the stage and placed a black folder on the table.

"Arthur Weasley, was sentenced to a severe Cruciatus Curse and death penalty for participating in an illegal assembly, promoting reactionary ideas, and treasonously." The boy raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly, those green eyes Like a pool of stagnant water.

Mr. Weasley couldn't connect the ruthless Director of Magical Law Enforcement with his son's best friend, the cheerful and kind boy who used to be, they had exactly the same face, but otherwise he couldn't feel it at all anything in common.

These are clearly two people, he thought.He must not be Harry Potter, not that strong and humble kid.

Just as he was thinking this, Harry raised his wand, and spit out a cold spell from his mouth: "Crucio!"

"what--"

Mr. Weasley felt that he was still too naive.The boy was far from being like Harry Potter, he was hardly human, he had lost all humanity.He struggled under the torment of the three Cruciatus Curse, the screams were like fingernails scraping against the wall, it was so piercing and ear-piercing, even the assistant standing beside him tensed his face, but Harry remained unmoved, just cold Looking at him coldly, his eyes were as cold as if he was watching an extremely boring and redundant performance.

Mr. Weasley was sitting on the chair, his chest was heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily. His bloodshot eyes stared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh out of his body, but his fierce eyes did not look at Harry. With a little influence, the other party just glanced at him, and said in a flat and rigid voice, "Do you have any last words?"

"You'll regret it, Harry, the way you are now... have you ever thought about your friends? Do you know how Ron and Hermione think of you now... and Riddle, don't you want to see each other again Got him?!" he yelled, trying to find a crack in his flawless expression, but he failed.

Harry lowered his eyes slightly, clenched his wand again and raised his head: "Are you done?... After you've finished speaking, let's go on our way."

"you--"

"Avada Kedavra!"

I don't know when, he started to hate his eyes.The deep, clear turquoise always reminded him of the crimes committed by him, and the green light that illuminated the doors and windows was the cold, withered hand of death, strangling the throat of the disobedient.

He hates looking in the mirror, and also hates the glass at night, the clear lake water, everything that might allow him to see himself.

"Do you think that as long as you hide, all this will disappear?" But whenever he was alone in the room, whether it was the office or the bedroom in the Malfoy Manor, there was always a voice in his heart viciously tearing through his self-deception.

"Even if you close your eyes, your eyes are still ugly green, and what you have done has already caused irreparable consequences. You are such a sinful person, and it is not too much to die a hundred times."

Harry lay on the soft bed, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand.He studied the curse that Voldemort cast on him, and he already had a conclusion in his mind.

This is a spell similar to the Locating Charm that Riddle cast on him before, but it is much simpler than his one, because it is a one-way spell, and only Voldemort can know his position, and he cannot know it. The seat of Voldemort.

But since this magic is tied to the souls of two people, he must be able to touch the soul of Voldemort on the other side along the magic on his soul, so as to find a way to kill him directly from the soul level.Thinking of this, Harry's whole body trembled with excitement, he closed his eyes and settled down, and began to feel that little piece of magic.

Voldemort was listening to Lucius' report in his room, his slender fingers tapping on the table.Suddenly, he felt the broken soul in his body burn like a burning pain, and instantly spread like a sea of ​​flames all over his body.Voldemort's pale fingers gripped the arm of the chair one by one, and he stood up suddenly, startling Lucius.

"Master...?" He asked tentatively.

"Go back first, Lucius." The coldness in Voldemort's eyes made Lucius dare not resist, he nodded hurriedly and retreated, closing the door behind him.

Voldemort stood there for a while, then suddenly drew out his wand and strode downstairs.

Harry is still trying to strengthen the connection between the magic and the soul, and he finds that this matter is more difficult than he imagined, because all magic performed on the soul level is very dangerous, any change can produce a series of chain effects, He has to tread carefully.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall man like night stood at the door, his frightening snake face was immersed in the darkness, like a ghost crawling out of the cold sea.

The author has something to say: NTR warning in the next chapter

☆, madman

Harry stopped moving for a moment. Before he could sit up and say anything, a red light hit his body and knocked him back on the bed.The burning pain and the pulling of the nerve endings crawled along the musculoskeletal snake like a snake, and the room was constantly lit up with red light, like a lonely firework.

Voldemort looked coldly at the boy curled up in a ball on the bed. He didn't stop the attack until he became less reactive under the magical attack and finally remained motionless, looking down at him with his hands behind his back.No one knew what he was thinking.

The man walked slowly to the side of the bed. He turned over the boy's body, and the latter's hands hugging his knees were naturally loosened to his sides.Voldemort pushed back the broken hair that covered his eyes, and the boy opened his eyes suddenly at this moment. Those emerald green eyes were extremely bright, as bright and clear as a summer forest under the sun. At that moment, he felt his heart was like He was caught and pulled violently, and a voice in his heart told him——

"found it."

And then he saw Harry actually smile, and even though he was weak, he still had a unique light that couldn't be ignored.

"Aside from the Cruciatus Curse, don't you have anything else, the greatest dark wizard in the legend?" He supported his body that was almost scrapped by the Cruciatus Curse, provoking him with the last bit of will, even though he knew that the next moment would be deeper. hell.

"Do you want to know what else I can do?" The man pulled the corners of his lips coldly, his red eyes were dark and inexplicable.Harry tilted his head, as if he was particularly disdainful of his words. This action completely ignited Voldemort's anger. He took off his shoes and stepped onto the bed. With a wave of his wand, a few black ribbons wrapped around Harry's limbs and locked him in prison. Securely fastened to the bed.

Harry only felt as if his body was locked in the deep sea, cold and suffocated and heavy.Then he seemed to be stuffed into a black cover, unable to see anything, and completely lost his hearing.His throat seemed to be strangled by a thick iron chain, and the iron chain was getting tighter and tighter, so that he couldn't breathe. Harry tried to struggle, but the ribbons that fixed his hands and feet remained motionless like cast iron.He gradually entered less and exited more, his face was completely bruised, and he was about to suffocate, so Voldemort leisurely released the iron chain.

The boy was breathing heavily, his brows were wrinkled, and he kept turning his head, as if feeling uncomfortable, and Voldemort released the restriction on his hearing, and whispered in his ear: "How do you feel?" So, huh? Do you want to do it again?"

Harry sneered, his voice extremely hoarse: "I don't think so, Voldemort."

"Oh, really... so Potter, can you tell me what you were doing just now?" Cold fingers stroked his thin chin, and the protruding bones under the thin skin made him uncomfortable, and the boy turned his head, avoided his touch.

"I'm meditating."

"I'm afraid it's more than just meditation?" He forced his head back to face him, even though Voldemort knew Harry couldn't see him.

"You're thinking too much, Voldemort." His voice didn't fluctuate at all, and the man snorted, his slender fingers slid down his slender waist, and the man moved uncomfortably.

"I don't think ordinary pain can satisfy you anymore, Potter. You should be eager to try something more exciting?"

"What...?" Harry felt ominous, but he couldn't see anything now, and he didn't know what Voldemort was going to do.

He felt the ribbons holding his lower body unraveled, and a pair of hands pulled his legs apart, placing them on both sides in an extremely humiliating position.A cold hand stroked an extremely private part along the base of his thigh...Harry suddenly realized what he was going to do, and tried to prop up his upper body in horror, but his hands were still tightly bound, which made him unable to Can't struggle.

"No, no, no, I beg you, don't do this—please, Voldemort!" He begged him shaking his head, almost letting go of all the arrogance and stubbornness he had insisted on before, but the man didn't answer, he pressed the button Squeeze a bit of viscous liquid into the area, poke your fingers into it and massage slightly, and then directly straight forward and roughly.

"Do not--"

Harry felt the world squeeze against him as if it were tearing apart, collapsing, everything shaking and falling.He began to crack from the inside, wanted to escape but was caught back, and was forced to endure a more brutal torture.

All that filled his senses was pain.In addition to the pain from the Cruciatus Curse and black magic, what was more intense and unbearable was the pain from the lower body being torn apart.The man on top of him didn't have the slightest bit of tenderness, he didn't even have the desire to sleep with him just to punish him.

He didn't even do any foreplay, just squeezed into his body with a little lubrication, regardless of whether he could bear it or not, he drove straight in rough, and ran amok in his body.

Harry couldn't feel the joy of making love at all, and the visual deprivation made him feel more clearly about this painful plunder. He only knew that he was being raped by Voldemort alive. He trembled all over and clenched his fists.

"Let go of me...you let me go...Voldemort!" When the ribbons that bound his hands were also untied, he turned him over and dragged his back to enter again unceremoniously, The boy groaned in pain, gripping the sheets tightly.His waist and thighs were covered with red marks from his grasping force, and he dragged back the boy trying to escape again and again, followed by deeper penetration and possession.Voldemort looked down at the limp boy beneath him.His small face was pale, his hair was disheveled, his brows were furrowed in pain and humiliation, and he bit his lower lip tightly.

There was no sign of enjoyment of this love from his face, it seemed that this was just endless torture, and this was his purpose.He deliberately treated him without pity, not letting him experience a little pleasure, letting him taste the shame of being occupied and unable to resist.

This is the price he pays for rebelling against him.

But at this moment, looking at this stubborn face that endured the pain, he suddenly felt a desire to possess it completely.He wants to destroy him, make him bear more, show more, want to see his clear green eyes clouded from now on, full of bewildered lust, want to see him excited by himself, wagging his tail under him .He wanted him to surrender completely to him, even if it was just in bed... the crazy thought overwhelmed him, he leaned down, grabbed those pale lips and kissed them hard, squeezed into his mouth almost violently and rolled him tongue suck-bite wantonly.

The boy struggled, but his weak struggle was quickly suppressed by the man. He caressed his whole body wantonly, kneaded, nibbled the cherry red on his chest, watched it swell, and then reached down to soothe it The cock between his legs... The boy was powerless to resist, and moaned softly, a blush appeared on his cheeks.

The movement in his hand was getting faster and faster, the boy raised his head and couldn't help screaming, he was quickly released from his hand, panting heavily.

"Is it comfortable?" He whispered in his ear.The boy nodded unconsciously, and shook his head quickly after realizing it, but was immediately kissed on his lips and demanded fiercely.

"Go ahead if you feel comfortable, Potter." He leaned on his waist and pushed forward again, ignoring the boy's begging and brutally conquering the city. He just wanted him to be his completely, even the pain and struggle were his, he wanted There are traces of him everywhere on him.

The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and the morning light filled the eyelets of the curtains, and the whole room sank into dark shadows.

Even though he was exhausted from being tortured last night, Harry woke up early the next day.He stared at the ceiling for a long time, then slowly turned his head.

Voldemort was half leaning on the bed and watching him for an unknown amount of time.

Harry looked at him coldly, without saying a word.The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke his chin, while Harry turned around with a disgusted expression on his face, but his waist immediately went limp and numb.

"How are you feeling, Potter?" Voldemort pulled him effortlessly into his arms.Harry didn't answer him, but asked an irrelevant question: "You already knew I was faking it, didn't you?"

"Of course, I knew it from the beginning." The man said as it should be, "I just cooperate with your performance, Potter, I want to see how far you can go... You surprised me very much, very pleasantly surprised , you really have countless potentials to tap..."

"Shut up," the boy said suddenly.

"What did you say?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously, he grabbed Harry's shoulders, his fair skin was covered with traces of last night, "You should thank me, Potter, I didn't expose you right away, but You have been lucky enough to survive for so long, don't you feel my kindness?"

"So I should be grateful to you Dade. It's a pity that you have already said before that you just want to see me degenerate." Harry sneered, his eyes full of hatred, "In this case, I don't The show must go on, I will no longer obey your orders, no, I will not listen to a word you say."

Before he could lose his temper, Harry added, "Actually, I'm sick of hearing your voice."

As soon as the words fell, his head was forced into the pillow, his lips were bitten hard, and the smell of blood permeated his mouth.His hands were almost ravaging over him, leaving crimson marks wherever they passed.Harry struggled, but his hands were quickly held down, and Voldemort pulled his legs apart.

Memories of last night came back to him again, and Harry didn't want to think about how he had been brought straight into a coma.He thought it was just a mistake, and with Voldemort's character, he shouldn't have had such a relationship with someone he hated.Even if it was to punish himself, this level should be enough, he thought in a trance, even if he tortured himself with a hundred kinds of black magic, he wouldn't be surprised, why did he choose this way alone?

Was it to shame him?still……

Harry felt his whole body burning, unbelievably hot.His waist was tightly bound by a pair of big hands, so hard that there were bruises.The increasing force knocked him apart.