Soul shaping

He gradually sank into the wave after wave of pleasure, and lost the room to resist.

Voldemort looked at the flushed boy under him. He turned his face slightly, panting lowly, and his neck was covered with marks of his kisses.Those emerald green eyes shone with a particularly enchanting and magnificent luster because of passion and desire, which vaguely attracted people's attention.He couldn't help but leaned down and kissed his eyes. Harry dodged with some discomfort. He pushed Voldemort, but the latter grabbed his wrist and pressed him on the pillow to kiss him.

After the kiss was over, he hugged him and changed his position to continue, so strong that he had no chance to resist.

Harry's consciousness became more and more blurred, he felt that this body was no longer his own, and the feeling of touching and invading him became more and more intense, it was like a flame licking his soul.

soul……?Harry was startled, and his mind cleared up for a moment. He looked at the man covering him, his blood-red eyes were as magnificent as rubies, and the desire in his eyes was so crazy that it almost killed him, making him tremble with fear.

Harry realized something, he tried to feel the magic attached to the soul, but this time it was surprisingly easy.He was shocked to find that the connection between them was deepening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the consequence of this speed was that the soul lost control in a certain sense.

"Voldemort...Voldemort...you wake up!" He tried to wake him up from that abnormal state, but it obviously didn't help. Hearing his call, the other party attacked even more violently. Leigh was at a loss for words.

He had never heard of the idea that physical entanglement could strengthen the entanglement of souls, but Harry admitted that he was ignorant and only scratched the surface of magic.Whether it worked or not, he should try it, he thought, and anyway, this was indeed Voldemort's most relaxed moment.

☆, etc.

Voldemort himself never thought that he would do this for so long, from morning to midnight, originally he just wanted to give him a little punishment, but then it turned into absurd.

He looked down at the sleeping boy beside him, his eyes were peaceful, without a trace of defense, it seemed that he could be easily destroyed.Voldemort stroked his brow bone lightly, he kissed his left eye, and traced the scar on his forehead with his fingers.

Voldemort pulled down the quilt a little, and the boy's thin body was covered with traces of his two consecutive rampages, shocking.And for some reason, there was a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart, which even he himself found difficult to control.He remembered the way Harry struggled and moaned beneath him, and the fire in his heart was burning again, so intense that it frightened him a little.Voldemort pulled the quilt back, hugged him in his arms, conjured a paper airplane with magic and flew out the door.

Since Voldemort lived in Malfoy Manor, Lucius has often received various strange requests from his master, most of which are related to the savior, such as the last time he recorded Harry, or the last time he took pictures of Harry's coffin ...But never once was it like this, waking people up in the middle of the night to cook tonic soup.

Lucius yawned and ordered the house elf Dobby to complete the task. He changed into a dark green robe, stood in front of the mirror, and combed his long golden hair. Narcissa on the bed turned over, dazedly Asked: "What's wrong?"

"Master has something to do with me."

"It's so late..." She murmured and fell asleep again.

Lucius walked towards Harry's bedroom with Dobby's soup in hand. He knocked on the door, and a "come in" came from inside.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a scene that shocked him, and the bowl in his hand almost fell—fortunately, he didn't, otherwise he would have to bear the wrath of the man lying on the bed.

But whichever Death Eater, no, whoever saw the Dark Lord and the Savior lying on the same bed, with the obvious mark of love on the latter's neck, felt that the world was falling apart.

Voldemort noticed his gaze, and he pulled the quilt up to cover the boy in displeasure, and ordered coldly, "Put the things on the table, Lucius."

"Oh, yes, master." Lucius reacted immediately. He knew that Voldemort was a little angry, so he lowered his head and carefully put the bowl on the table and was about to leave, but the man stopped him again.

"Lucius, ask your house-elf to prepare a meal for Potter tomorrow. He may not wake up until noon or afternoon."

"Yes, master." Lucius didn't dare to say much, he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

The room fell into silence and darkness again, only the rich aroma of the soup filled the air.Voldemort was silent for a while, and cast a Preserving Charm on Butang.He pulled the covers off for Harry, who seemed to be having a bad dream, his brow furrowed and his body curled up into a ball.Voldemort picked him up, laid him on his chest, and tucked him in.

Harry was indeed having nightmares.He dreamed that he was tied to a high cross, and below was a crazy crowd, some people he knew and some people he didn't know.He saw Ron and Hermione staring at him with hatred, followed by everyone shouting to burn him; he saw Sirius' disappointed eyes and Snape's mocking face-"See, you shouldn't have hoped On this stupid boy!"; seeing Dumbledore's expressionless face, he seemed unwilling to say a word to him, and turned away.

No, professor, he yelled inwardly, save me, save me!I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all...

"Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!"

No...no...forgive me—forgive me, it wasn't my intention!I'm not……

"You want to say you didn't do it on purpose?" A shrill voice amplified in his ear, and he looked down, where Ron was waving a torch at him, "Oh, shut up, look what you did What! You killed my father! You crippled my brother! You said what did we do wrong, we usually treat you so well, how do you repay us, huh?"

Ron's expression became distorted. He raised the torch high and shouted loudly: "Burn him! Burn this traitor who has committed all kinds of crimes! Burn him!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The flames ignited under the feet, swelled with the wind, and the tongues of fire spewed out.First his ankles were devoured, then his calves, his waist, and he screamed in bone-eroding hell while the crowd reveled.They celebrated the demon's fall and looked forward to a better tomorrow without him.

No, you're mistaken, it wasn't me you were supposed to kill... Voldemort was the real one!It was he who forced me to do these things... Harry thought painfully, but no one heard his inner cries, he closed his eyes in despair, and let the fire engulf him...

The expected death did not come, Harry opened his eyes and found himself standing in a void.And a boy stood across from him and looked at him, Harry was stunned by that familiar handsome face, unable to move.

"Riddle...?" He murmured, hesitating.

Seeing that he had no intention of coming over, the boy strode towards him and took his arm.His eyes were so cold that he trembled all over, and there was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of his lips: "It's fun to be with him, isn't it?"

"What...how do you..."

"Do you want to ask me how I know?" Riddle looked at him calmly, holding his hand but tightened it, "Have you forgotten that there is still a contract between us? Have you forgotten that you Said you can't abandon me? Harry, I have forgiven you countless times, but you have challenged my bottom line again and again... My patience is limited, Harry. So now you are planning to abandon me and be with him Bar?"

"No...not..." he stammered in denial, and Riddle just stared at him suspiciously.

"Then explain to me, what are you doing?"

Yeah, what is he doing...?He said he was pretending to trick Voldemort, but the other party saw through his trick from the beginning; he said he was going to kill him from the soul level, but he did it in a way that Riddle couldn't bear... no, everything The key is not whether he believes in himself, but whether his plan can succeed. As long as he completes his mission, he can be redeemed.

"Riddle, trust me please, please trust me... as long as you are willing to trust me, I can still go on." Harry forced a smile, his body shaking violently, "no matter what I do Don't be surprised by anything, Riddle. I will not give up on you, nor will I betray you... I love you, Riddle, and I will always love you."

Riddle stared at him for a long time, and the scrutiny made him shudder.He let go of his arms and pulled Harry tightly into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly behind his back.

"I'll just believe you again," he said through gritted teeth, "I've never given anyone so many chances, never lied to myself that he still loves me, if you—"

"I do still love you—"

"I love you too, Harry." Riddle interrupted him bluntly, he tilted his head and kissed his chin, and then soft lips, impatient but lingering, the paranoid tenderness made Harry Almost fell into it and told him everything.

"So, don't let me down, don't make me wait, please. I'll save you, I'll kill him, I swear - I'll tear him apart!" He said fiercely Said, but Harry saw a look of vulnerability in his eyes, he knew that even if everyone betrayed him, he would still trust him, but he had to use his trust.

"Okay, I'll wait for you, I'll wait for that day." He whispered.

☆, house arrest

When Harry woke up, he found himself lying on top of Voldemort, tears streaming down his face.He almost instinctively pushed him away to find a tissue, but he felt a chill as soon as he lifted the covers, and Harry realized he wasn't wearing anything.And the man behind him dragged him back to the bed, and wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"What did you dream about, Potter?" Voldemort asked casually, so Harry replied casually, "I dreamed that we were all burned to death."

Voldemort didn't comment on this, he used a Flying Charm to fetch the tonic soup on the table, and stuffed it into Harry's hand: "Drink it."

Harry looked up and down suspiciously for a while, and asked, "Is it Veritaserum?"

Voldemort: "...replenishing the body."

Harry didn't believe it at all, and seeing that he didn't want to say anything, he didn't ask any more questions, but he estimated that the possibility of being a gangster was very small.Perhaps it had been mixed with Veritaserum Potion, Harry thought as he opened the lid, but he figured that since he was immune to the Dementia Curse, Veritaserum Potion wouldn't have any effect on him either.

The soup tasted very bitter, and Harry frowned while drinking it, but unexpectedly, he really felt that with the soup entering his stomach, his internal organs and six lungs became warm, as if he was wrapped in sunshine .

Could it be... This is really a tonic soup?

Harry didn't bother to think about why Voldemort suddenly became kind. He just wanted to eat something. He didn't eat all day yesterday, and he didn't have any strength.

"Hungry?" Voldemort saw what he was thinking, and Harry nodded perfunctorily. He tried to break free from his arms to find clothes, but was dragged back again.

"What are you moving about?" Voldemort pressed him on his body, folded a paper airplane and flew out, and after a while Lucius came in with a plate.

Lucius put the plate on the table without looking sideways, bowed slightly to Voldemort, and walked out calmly.

Harry looked in amazement at the large plate that flew in front of him. There were two glasses of milk, a large blueberry chocolate cake, several slices of toast and some pumpkin pie on it. Aroma.Harry stared at the delicious-looking food for a while, confused: "Do you want two glasses of milk by yourself?"

"It's for you, Potter!" Voldemort couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed a piece of toast and stuffed it into the boy's mouth, while he took a knife and fork to cut a piece from the cake and put it on a small plate.

After eating the slice of toast, Harry began to covet the pumpkin pie, and he stole a glance at Voldemort, who was slipping a piece of cake into his mouth gracefully, without seeming to notice his intentions.

Taking advantage of Voldemort's spare time to get a paper towel to wipe the cream on his hands, Harry secretly hid a few slices of toast and a few pumpkin pies on the bedside table near him. When the food was dropped, he pretended not to do anything, and took the milk to drink confidently.

Voldemort finished eating the cake very quickly, and Harry saw that he was about to dispose of the leftover third of the cake, so he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Hey, Voldemort, out of the principle of not wasting food, leave this cake for me to eat." Bar?"

"You don't mind if I ate it?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

Harry squinted at him, and muttered, "I've done all the cooking, do you still care about eating..."

Voldemort: "..." He found himself speechless.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Harry assumed that he had acquiesced, and moved the plate in front of him unceremoniously.Voldemort leaned back and watched him wolf down the cake, only amused.In fact, he knew all about Harry's little tricks, he just didn't point it out. He planned to share half of the food with him, but it seemed more interesting to watch him fight wits with him... Voldemort actually thought that such a Harry was still Kind of cute, which makes him wonder if he's crazy.

Harry was still not full after eating the cake, but he dared not take out the food he had stolen in the presence of Voldemort.It's so strange, even if he dares to talk back to him, there's no need to worry about such a trivial matter.But despite thinking so, Harry sat obediently and waited for him to leave.

He must go out to work, Harry thought, and he had been out of work for more than a day now.

But after he waited for half an hour, Voldemort was still sitting on the bed leisurely reading the newspaper, without any intention of moving, so Harry could only ask, "Aren't you going to work?"

"Not urgent."

"But I want to change." Harry made an excuse.

"You also said that we've done everything before, so there's nothing to be ashamed about wearing clothes." Voldemort looked more relaxed, maybe it was Harry's illusion, there seemed to be a hint of a smile on his lips.

Harry glared at him, thinking that he should just take it out and eat it... He even wondered if Voldemort did it on purpose. The newspaper he was reading now was full of advertisements. Could it be that he was not interested in renting out houses and asking for marriages? Are you so interested in the notice?

Voldemort saw that Harry couldn't hold back anymore, so he stopped teasing him. He calmly put the newspaper aside, straightened his clothes and got out of bed, walked out of the room and locked the door.He could imagine the boy happily taking out the toast and pumpkin pie and starting to eat after he left, the upward arc of the corner of his mouth slowly widening unconsciously.Even he himself didn't know why.

Harry had expected Voldemort to give him orders soon, or at least find ways to torture him, but surprisingly he didn't.This is not to say that he let him go, but completely shut him in the room and ignored him, and only asked Dobby to deliver his meals in the morning, noon and evening.

When Harry realized that he was under house arrest, he was relieved first. In his opinion, house arrest was better than working at the Ministry of Magic, and he had a lot more time to study that magic.But Harry soon discovered that this path was not going to work. The connection he had surveyed before seemed to be frozen, and he could no longer change it.After numerous failures, Harry finally determined that Voldemort should have unilaterally blocked it.

It seems the only way to do it.There was no other way, Harry thought, of breaking through his defenses.

So that day, after dinner, Harry forced his way through the door and headed straight for Voldemort's bedroom.

Voldemort was sitting at his desk sipping tea when he received the news that Harry had torn down a quarter of the room's walls and escaped from his cage.In fact, he already knew it, after all, Harry still carried the positioning magic left by him.

He knew that room couldn't keep him locked up, and he also knew that he could escape from it at any time, and the reason why he didn't come out was just because he didn't want to.He put him under house arrest for more than a week, and during this week or so he didn't completely ignore him, on the contrary, he often thought of him, but he didn't do it voluntarily-at least Voldemort thought so-he felt that he must It was the sequelae left by those two days of madness, which made him think of those eyes when he saw all the emerald green things, and at the same time accompanied by a faint burning sensation in his soul, which made him feel even more fearful and angry.

It must be Potter, he thought bitterly, he must have done something to make himself so weird.

Although Voldemort thought it was impossible for Harry to have any influence on him with his strength, he still had to consider this possibility. There are some hands and feet on it.

But even so, those green eyes still linger in his mind, they seem to breathe, showing different luster on different sides, warm and shining.

Maybe he should kill him, so that all stupid thoughts can be cut off.But he had failed twice to kill Harry Potter, and he still didn't know why.

So, when the boy barged into his room and swaggered across from him, Voldemort decided to play it hard and hear what he had to say.

But Harry's first words made Voldemort want to strangle him: "I think your tricks are getting worse than before, Voldemort."

"I think you may want to be under house arrest for another month." Voldemort smiled instead of anger.

"I came here to talk to you about this. Voldemort, what are you going to do with me?" Harry rested his chin on one hand, tilted his head and looked at him fearlessly. Voldemort felt that he was probably the only one here who dared to do this. , but he was not unhappy.

"It looks like you're recovering well, Potter. But you know I won't have any disobedient servants—"

"Excuse me, I'm not your servant—"

"Shut up, anyway, I won't send you to any post, so you'd better stay in the room and fix the wall by yourself."

"I don't want to." Harry rebuffed without thinking, "You think I came out to negotiate for this meaningless result?"

"You have no right to object, Potter," he sneered.

"Why don't you look into my eyes?" The boy suddenly asked an irrelevant question, he suddenly leaned over, and was about to lift his face with his hand, Voldemort opened his hand reflexively, his face suddenly turned cold :"what you do?!"

"You're guilty." Harry sat back lazily, with a playful expression on his face.He felt that Voldemort seemed to be particularly easy to tease today, and he didn't know if it was his illusion.

And the lazy and mocking eyes instantly made him angry, the itching and burning sensation like ants biting the heart was ignited deep in the body again, and the ravages invaded the whole body.Voldemort stood up abruptly, walked around the desk and stepped in front of him, pressed his arm to press him on the table, approached him and asked in a cold voice: "Really, tell me, why should I feel guilty? "

"Then why don't you look at me and talk?" the boy asked back.

"This has nothing to do with you, Potter. Your arbitrary judgment only strikes me as naive, and I know a lot more about psychology than you do."

"Oh, maybe. But there is no doubt that you are avoiding my sight." Harry squinted his eyes, and he confirmed his thoughts - Voldemort is indeed a bit weird today.And this may be an opportunity.

The author has something to say: Actually, I haven’t had a holiday yet, but I suddenly changed my mind and wanted to finish it before the summer vacation (…)

☆, pleading

He pushed Voldemort, whose grip was predictably unshakable and tended to intensify.Harry raised his eyebrows, he had accidentally seen desire in Voldemort's eyes, and he didn't think he had done anything to provoke him.Or rather, he hasn't started doing anything yet.

"Let go of me, Voldemort," he said coldly. "This is not a good way to negotiate."

But Voldemort couldn't hear anything at this time, his gaze stayed on his pool-like eyes for a long time, and then moved down to the parted lips, and his throat rolled.There was a voice in his heart clamoring to possess him, destroy him, and imprison him, but he was firmly suppressed.He resisted the burning sensation that became clearer and clearer, but his fingers became tighter and tighter. The boy who was pressed on the table couldn't help but let out a cry of pain and raised his neck.

His nerves snapped instantly.

Harry felt a cracking sound in his spine as he was thrown hard onto the bed.Before he could recover, a figure pressed down, and then the neckline was roughly ripped open. Harry quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute!"

Voldemort paused, visibly impatient.He motioned for him to speak quickly, Harry swallowed his saliva, and said slowly: "Actually, you may not know that there is a magic that he set on me...you know who he is. As long as I and you You can know through this magic if you are him, you probably don’t want to be under his surveillance, do you?”

Voldemort stared at him for a moment, then put a hand on his chest.Harry looked at him with some trepidation, he didn't know if it would be effective to use his hands to break the contract, but let him do it himself...he felt that he couldn't be cruel.

"You interrupt it yourself." He let go of his hand and looked at him blankly.

"what?"

"This thing can only be interrupted by yourself, and no one can interfere." Voldemort's face was still ugly.

Harry took a deep breath and clenched his fingers.He hesitated a little, but Voldemort saw what was in his heart, and his eyes became more sinister: "You don't want to?"

Harry didn't bother to answer him, he wouldn't understand anyway.But Voldemort persisted: "Stop it yourself, Potter. Don't you think so too?"

"You don't care what I think." Harry's voice was very cold, and as soon as the words fell on his collarbone, he was bitten hard, and then the whole robe was ripped apart.

They started kissing and hugging again, entangled tightly.Harry forced himself to ignore the guilt and resistance in his heart, and was oppressed by the people around him. I don't know if it was his hallucination. He felt his chest was terribly hot, and even made his brain a little chaotic, like a pot of boiling porridge.

He looked at the man, his pale face was full of lust and cruelty.His palm glowed with a faint blue light, and he pressed hard on his chest. Harry's whole body was shocked, and the dormant, frozen power in the depths of his soul unblocked and began to work, roaring and wrapping Living in his softest and most fragile heart, it is like the fury of a storm sweeping through his body, and like a trickle of water seeping into his soul, interweaving into a deep imprint at the core.

The huge shock in the depths of his soul made Harry's eyes turn white. He gripped the bed sheet tightly, and there was a bit of joy in the waves of shock pain. Out of the cocoon, cast into a fortress.

The field of vision began to slowly recover, and there was a messy flickering light spot in front of my eyes. The light spot gradually shrank and dispersed, forming a complete image.Harry blinked, suddenly feeling empty inside.

Something has been completely replaced.

"I forgot to tell you that although the ancient contract magic can only be dispelled by the caster, the same powerful magic can also directly erase its traces." Voldemort said flatly, he stretched out his hand to brush his forehead hair, and stroked along the bridge of his nose. on the lips.

"You mean..." Harry propped up his upper body, trying in disbelief to feel the temperature and connection he was used to.But he felt nothing, the emptiness engulfed him like a catastrophe.

"Why do you have such an expression, Potter, isn't this something you dream of?"

The man stroked the scar on his forehead tenderly, and Harry found his voice ironic, as if mocking his ignorance and cowardice.Yes, he suddenly regretted it, regretted telling him about it, but he knew it was right.

But he... never saw him again.

Voldemort watched the boy's struggling and pained expression with displeasure, but this annoyance was overwhelmed by greater joy at the realization that he had finally—

Finally got him.Those emerald-like bright green pupils will finally be possessed by him alone, and from then on it can only reflect his figure.

He no longer has to worry about another lingering shadow, and he doesn't have to pay attention to the illusory prophecy.It will be his exclusive collection.

Whether the operation that day was a success or a failure, Harry himself didn't know.His original purpose was to get rid of the state of being locked in the room and find better opportunities to explore magic, but now thinking about it, he seems to have only achieved half of it.

First of all, Harry is indeed not locked in the room anymore.Voldemort asked him to follow him at all times and never leave his sight, so Harry followed him to listen to reports, read newspapers, and hold group meetings, feeling more boring than before.

But he couldn't explore magic anymore. He later studied the magic modified by Voldemort and found that it had evolved from ordinary positioning magic to another kind of contract magic.But this kind of contract magic was different from the one he had made with Riddle. If Harry had to describe it, he thought it would be more appropriate to call it a master-servant contract.

The leader of the master-servant contract is Voldemort. He can know his whereabouts at any time, and he can also gain insight into Harry's inner thoughts, which makes the latter extremely dissatisfied. Harry plans to learn Occlumency in his heart.But this magic can't force him to order, this is the only place where he can breathe a sigh of relief.

And since the evolution of magic, the connection between the two of them has become extremely close-this should also have the side effect of the contract magic being destroyed, because Harry felt that his soul had become much weaker.But even so, due to the strong restrictions of the master-servant contract, Harry has no way to do anything about it, which means that his plan to use the soul connection to kill Voldemort is no longer feasible.

That being the case, there's no need for me to stay by his side, spending time with him day and night.

At noon that day, Voldemort finished his nap and shook Harry's shoulders to signal him to get up and go to the meeting with him. The boy impatiently avoided his hand, pulled the quilt over and continued to sleep.

"Potter, it's time for a meeting."

"I don't want to go." The person under the blanket muttered, and he seemed to have said something like "you won't be tired of meeting every day", Voldemort's face was dark, he lifted the blanket and took him out, and beat him hard licked his ass.

"Ah!" Harry opened his eyes suddenly, with a look of embarrassment, and the other party lowered his head and blocked his lips, kissing him breathlessly before releasing him.

"Come with me to a meeting."

"I said I don't want to go, can't you go by yourself?" Harry wanted to hug the quilt and continue to sleep, but was pressed back into his arms by Voldemort, and his hands slid into his pants along his waist Inside, into a private location.

"Wait, don't, it's still... noon..." He wanted to stop the wanton hand in his body, but he pressed his hands behind his back.Harry was soon teased by him, and leaned against his arms, panting oppressively.

"Stop it, I'll go to a meeting with you... ah..."

"No, you have to help me." He bent down and bit his ear, took his hand and stretched towards his lower body.

"Hey, your Death Eaters are still waiting for you!"

"It's okay to keep them waiting a little longer."

In the end Harry felt that he couldn't stand upright, and the skin on the inside of his thigh was almost peeling off.Voldemort, too, was worried about taking too long and didn't come directly, but when the two of them arrived late, Harry still felt nervously that the eyes of the Death Eaters were subtle.

Harry's exclusive seat has long been added to the throne in the hall, and every time Voldemort sits on the throne for a meeting, he must sit next to him.

With his head propped up, Harry leaned back in his chair and looked lazily at the prostrate crowd below.He was still a little sleepy, yawning incessantly, and occasionally listening to a few Death Eaters' reports.As far as he knew, Bellatrix had been given the position of director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The extremely harsh law, Harry felt that it was much more than when he was in office.

"Master, Hogwarts will start in three weeks." A deep, somewhat familiar voice sounded, Harry looked towards the source of the sound, it was Snape, "I think it's time to start preparing to attack Hogg Watts."

"Oh, Severus, what do you think?" Voldemort seemed interested.

"I think it's okay to attack their train. Of course, it's better not to cause too many casualties. As long as they are frightened and feel that the Hogwarts school and Dumbledore are unable to protect them, then we can send the Ministry of Magic people to interfere with education." Snape spoke eloquently.Harry stared at him for a long time, and he remembered the dream again, with his mocking smile and cold words.Although he knew that Snape had always been against him, he still felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he was slapped on the head, and Harry turned his head. Voldemort was looking at him with displeasure.

"Don't think of other men for me."

"You're peeping into my mind again." Harry shot him a sideways glance, and it occurred to him that not so long ago—yes, it wasn't that long ago, but he thought it was a long time ago—he was still wearing a pendant When the locket was falling, Riddle could often know what he was thinking.

The sudden surge of thoughts overwhelmed all his distracting thoughts, and he touched his empty heart, almost crying like rust.

Voldemort obviously knew what he was thinking, he ended the meeting early with a blank face, and told Snape to come to his room two hours later to discuss the specific measures, then dragged Harry down the steps in strides.The chill emanating from him made all the Death Eaters go silent, Bellatrix stared at the two of them leaving, and clenched her fists.

And when Snape came to the door on time and was about to knock on the door, he suddenly heard something, his whole body froze, and his whole face was distorted.

He only knew that Potter had fallen for himself and became an accomplice of the Death Eaters, but he didn't expect that he would still... no, he should have thought of it a long time ago, the red marks on the boy's neck that often appeared on the boy's neck, the behavior of the two of them being too close Well, he should have thought long ago that Voldemort would not indulge Potter so much for no reason, no, it was more than just indulgence, maybe it would be more appropriate to use favor.

Snape took a deep breath, concealed the disgusted expression on his face, and knocked on the door.

The people inside didn't respond.

Snape waited for a long time, just when he was thinking that perhaps it would be better for him to go back first, Voldemort's deep voice came from the room: "Come in, Severus."

Snape pushed the door open and entered.There was only one desk lamp on in the room, and the weak light illuminated the cold face of the man sitting behind the desk.His skin was clear and silvery, like a knife in the water of a winter river.

When Snape left, he couldn't help but glance at the boy who had been lying on the bed the whole time.The messy bedding barely covered his body full of marks. He had been asleep all this time, but now he opened his eyes.Snape saw a trace of despair and pleading in those similar green pupils.

—Please, don't tell them.

He froze for a moment, looked away expressionlessly, and strode out of the room.

☆, disease

perish.sink.asphyxia.out of breath.He is extremely disgusted