Soul shaping

Swallowed by disgust, dragged into an inescapable abyss, all joy and laughter seem pale and powerless, only sin is eternal.Obviously no longer affected by the dementors, but the despair in his heart could not be dispelled, which made him wonder whether the dementors themselves were born out of human negative emotions.

In the past few days, Harry often woke up in the middle of the night, either because he was having a nightmare or was disturbed by some sound, or he woke up suddenly for no reason, so he could only look at the dark ceiling, listen to the cicadas and breathing in his ears, and feel lonely. Feelings of anxiety and helplessness rushed over my head in waves.

Voldemort watched him very closely. He seemed to think that as long as he was more than 50 meters away from him, he would be suspected of running away, and Harry had no idea where his almost perverted desire to control came from. Everyone knows where they are.

But maybe he was right to be cautious, Harry thought, his current state was indeed disturbing.

He is now sick every day, and has lost interest in everything. Only food can barely lift his spirits, but lingering on this will not revitalize him. If conditions permit, Harry can sleep in bed for a while. all day.

Voldemort was clearly annoyed by his symptoms.At first he thought Harry was pretending to be sick, and he used some interrogation methods to force him to question him, which made Harry even more miserable, and it took three full days to recover.

Then he took him to St. Mungo's for a check-up, but the best doctor there couldn't see anything wrong, and Harry insisted that he had a heart disease that no one could cure unless he let him go— This made Voldemort so angry that he left the sentence "impossible" and walked away.

Since then, he has not spoken a word to him, and he has ignored his attitude.Although he still asked Harry to stay close to him, the way he treated him became much worse, and in most cases he was directly held hostage.

Voldemort probably felt that he was passively resisting.But he wasn't pretending, his spirit was indeed weakening day by day, and only he knew the real reason.

Harry stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. He lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of the bed to go to the toilet. As soon as he moved, he was caught back by a strong arm and pressed tightly into his arms.

"Well..." The lips were sealed fiercely, and the man pressed him down while kissing him.Voldemort frowned tightly, his eyes still closed, as if he was imprisoned only by instinct.After struggling for a while to no avail, Harry bit his tongue hard, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.As soon as the man stopped moving, he propped up his upper body and looked down at him.

"I need to go to the toilet." Harry didn't bother to say much.

He was silent for a while, then said coldly: "I'll go with you."

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief: "You watched me fuck? Are you crazy?"

"You have no right to resist, Potter."

No one could describe the unreasonable fear in his heart. Maybe Harry thought he was afraid that he would run away, but only Voldemort himself knew that what he was really afraid of was that he would seek death.More than once, he saw death in his darker and darker green eyes, and he would never allow this to happen.

This is really ridiculous, obviously I was so looking forward to his death before, but now I don't want to think about it at all.Voldemort still held a trace of luck. He thought that as long as he watched him, he would have no chance to commit suicide.

Although the boy was extremely unhappy, he insisted on following him to the toilet.When he came back, Harry angrily pulled the quilt over to sleep with his back to him, and Voldemort pulled him into his arms as usual.

He actually wanted to do it with him.It had been a long time since they had had a proper conversation, and Harry seemed to rather sleep than face him.And only when he was going to bed, could he take off his indifferent mask, and watch him panting and groaning absently under him, his face flushed, and he lowered his proud head and begged him to let him go.And only at this time, he will not resist him and agree to all his demands.

Voldemort kissed him on the back of the ear and held him tighter.

Harry fell asleep until noon.He was woken up by hunger, and he habitually wanted to get out of bed to wash up after waking up, but he didn't expect that there were other people in the room.

Bellatrix, who was giving a report, frowned deeply when she saw him, especially when she found out that Harry was actually not wearing anything, her eyes became even more fierce.

Voldemort didn't expect him to get up at this time. He said "wait a moment" to Bellatrix and walked quickly.Harry was still rubbing his eyes while looking for his pajamas and slippers, when suddenly he felt light in his body, and he was picked up horizontally.

Bellatrix waited anxiously at her desk.She didn't understand why they had been tossing around for so long just to brush their teeth and wash their face, and there were some ambiguous sounds from inside from time to time, which made her fists clenched tighter and tighter, and the expression on her face twisted to the point of viciousness.

At that time, the master handed over this position to her, and she was very happy, thinking that she could finally get closer to the master and have more communication with him... But when she learned that the master was just to relieve Potter's pressure At that moment, Bellatrix felt as if she had been thrown a basin of cold water.

When Harry came out of the toilet fully dressed, his legs were still a little weak. He sat down on the edge of the bed and asked Dobby to bring him food as if no one else was there.Bellatrix, who was continuing to report to Voldemort, frowned in disgust when she heard him eating, and she suddenly didn't feel that coming to the master's room was a pleasure at all.

Why was Potter always by his side?And the master still indulges him like this... Didn't the master hate him the most before?What's so good about this stupid, naive, and boring boy, that he can charm his master so much... No, for the sake of the master's cause and their common belief, she must do something.

Harry, who was eating Chinese food, could naturally feel Bellatrix's malicious eyes from time to time, but he ignored them.He has seen this kind of look a lot, neither Death Eaters nor righteous people like him, and of course they don't give him a good look.Harry used to feel bad about it, but now he's completely immune to it.

However, he felt that this woman's eyes seemed to be a little different from others. Besides disgust, he also seemed to see...jealousy?

Unexpectedly, Bellatrix quickly found her opportunity.

When she returned to Malfoy Manor after get off work in the afternoon, she saw Voldemort telling Lucius something, so she pretended to inadvertently go around to a room not far from them to eavesdrop.

"Listen, Lucius, I'm going to Hogwarts...not to start a war, but to lay some traps, some devices...Yes, I can't take Potter, Hogwarts has too many variables...You Look after him when the time comes, don't let him do anything dangerous, especially don't let him die..."

Listening to Lucius' cautious answer, Bellatrix had a plan in mind.

Voldemort soon left Malfoy Manor.After dinner, Lucius decided to take a look at Potter's situation, but as soon as he walked out of the kitchen, he felt a red light hit him, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

Bellatrix dragged Lucius to hide in the kitchen, calmed down and strode up the stairs to Voldemort's room.

Harry was lying on the bed reading a novel, enjoying the hard-won leisure time.Just as he was seeing Xing's head, there was a loud noise outside the door, as if someone was forcibly breaking the lock.Harry put the book aside and sat up, taking his wand from the head of the bed.

The door was slammed a few times and then creaked and swayed open. Bellatrix stood at the door panting. Walk.

"What are you doing?" The boy shook off her hand vigorously and took a step back.

"I'll take you back." The woman raised her head and crossed her arms. "Don't you really want to go back to your friend? I will fulfill your wish now."

Harry frowned, a little confused about her brain circuit, he touched his nose: "Thank you, but there's no need."

"You don't want to go back?" The woman couldn't believe it.

It's not that Harry doesn't want to go back, it's just that he can't go back, no matter how you look at it.But he didn't want to explain to her, so he shrugged and walked back.

Bellatrix was a little anxious, she grabbed Harry's shoulder to stop him, but the boy pushed her away, raised his wand and said something, a red light brushed her cheek and hit the wall .

"You dare to cast a spell on me?!" Bellatrix wiped her hands, her hands were covered in blood, and her eyes were dark.

When Snape heard the noise downstairs and came downstairs, what he saw was an unbelievable scene.Bellatrix, who was usually arrogant, fell to the ground and rolled over with her broken arm, screaming continuously, but Harry, who was the instigator, stood aside and wiped the blood on his hands, looking unharmed.

He glanced at him and was about to say something when the woman's cry sounded again.Harry frowned, and smiled sheepishly at Snape: "She's a bit noisy, isn't she?"

The innocent smile made the latter feel creepy.

The boy turned his head, the expression on his face suddenly became cold, the wand in his hand pointed at him, and said sharply: "Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green light spread throughout the corridor like a forest fire, illuminating the walls brightly. Snape felt a little dazed, and he took a step back.

"By the way, Professor Snape, can you do me a favor?" After all this, the boy turned his head nonchalantly, Snape took a deep breath and asked coldly: "Is there anything else you need to help with? "

"There's a small black box in the bedside table in my room, my original room, can you pass it to Riddle for me?" Harry looked at him pleadingly, Snape's mouth twitched, his eyes Even more contemptuous:

"Potter, I didn't expect you to be so shameless and want to plot against Riddle? Do you think he will be fooled?"

"It's not a conspiracy! There is really something important that needs to be delivered to him. If it was a conspiracy, how could I give it to you? You must have seen it at a glance... Please, Professor Snape, help Me, this is my last request..." Harry looked at him pitifully, those green eyes made Snape lose his mind for a moment, he snorted, turned and left.

The author has something to say: Last night, because the student union’s WeChat was in a state of distress, the update did not keep up... There is still an exam today, so there probably won’t be a second update

☆, self-mutilation

Voldemort sensed that something was wrong as soon as he returned.The surrounding area was too quiet, and even the chirping of insects seemed extremely hoarse.Normally the study room was still lit at this time, because Lucius always worked late, but today it was dark.

Was he going to spy on Potter? ... This possibility is very high, but he still felt inexplicably uneasy, and this feeling of uneasiness deepened as he went upstairs until he stopped on the third floor and saw the corpse lying on the ground from afar.

Voldemort walked slowly over and crouched down.That was his most loyal servant, Bellatrix, a loyal follower who never gave up on him even after he lost power, insisted on looking for him until he was imprisoned in Azkaban.This kind of trust can't be indifferent even if he has a heart like a rock.

The capture of Aurors and the attack of dementors failed to consume her at all, but she died here, in Malfoy Manor, under the hands of an underage wizard.

Voldemort thought he might have indulged him too much, making him feel that no matter what he did, he would be tolerated.He almost forgot that Harry was actually a demon from his opposing camp, who could kill dozens of people in a few weeks, and not some well-behaved pet.

He also hopes that the other party will not forget that he is Voldemort after all, and no one can consume his favor indefinitely.

He stood up, pushed open the broken door and walked into the bedroom.The boy was standing by the window with his hands resting on the sill.

Voldemort walked towards him silently, and Harry sensed movement and turned around, looking at him calmly as if nothing had happened.

"What have you done, Potter." Voldemort's voice was eerily cold.

"As you imagined." Harry shrugged, and he smiled for the first time-this has never happened in the past few days, but Voldemort found it so dazzling that he just wanted to tear it apart.

"Why did you kill her?" Voldemort still frowned and asked patiently. He wished he could be more sensible, but today Harry is more presumptuous than before, and he didn't notice the danger hidden in his tone at all. signal, or rather he didn't care at all.

"Is the reason important? You may not really care about this issue. You just feel annoyed that someone killed people under your nose, and you want to find a place."

"Potter—"

"Since you are here to find a place, then don't talk so much nonsense, just come if you want to beat and scold." Harry still smiled nonchalantly, but Voldemort slapped him directly, and he grabbed his collar Throwing him on the bed, Harry felt like his soul would be shaken out.

"Do you think I really won't teach you a lesson?" He grabbed his slender throat with both hands and kept tightening. The boy had difficulty breathing and struggled feebly. His cheeks turned from red to blue, and his eyes gradually rolled up, like Green fire to be extinguished.

Voldemort didn't let go of Harry until Harry stopped moving.He pushed his shoulder, and Harry's chest heaved and he coughed violently.He coughed as hard as he wanted to cough up all his internal organs and lungs, and the sound disturbed Voldemort. He wanted to block him with his lips, but felt that it might make him feel more uncomfortable...

"Do you think I'm particularly annoying to you?" He said while coughing, his voice was intermittent, the man noticed that his face was terribly pale, and his skin was also bloodless, everything was implying some kind of The ending he didn't want to accept, "You can't kill me, so you keep torturing me, but I think my reaction is not interesting enough for you so you stop this behavior. You are going to fuck me now, lock me in your But you feel that I am not obedient enough, that I am not a toy that you can play with... In short, you think that I can't satisfy you no matter what, don't you?"

His whole body was stiff.Not because Harry was right, but because he hadn't guessed right.Indeed, he annoyed him very much, to the point of being unbearable... He had never cared about a person so much, every morning he woke up to see if he was still there, if he was lying beside him, and before going to bed at night, he must be I felt a little more at ease when I was confined in my own arms.

But most of the time he is panicked, anxious, and irritable. He always feels that he will run away from him at any time. As long as he is negligent, he will disappear, so he must keep an eye on him all the time.But this monitoring process also became painful and tormented, because Voldemort found that as long as he was around, he couldn't concentrate at all, and even the slightest disturbance would make him vigilant.Sometimes he even wanted to kill him, so that his mind would not be so easily affected by him, but he was annoyed to find that he couldn't do it.

He is fragile, ordinary, and hopeless, but also sharp, fearless, and unique, like a sharp knife piercing into his heart, ruthlessly turning him into a bloody mess without mercy. Pull away responsibly.

He has not stayed, he has become possessed.

"No, you're wrong, Harry," he said, leaning down and kissing his eyes and eyelashes, "I am very amused by your reaction. You are not a docile toy, but a rose with thorns. You It suits me very well, your soul was born for me."

Harry stared at him for a moment, tilting his head slightly. "You seem to like my eyes very much." He frowned, "You always kiss here."

"I do like it." He didn't deny it.

Harry let out an "oh" and said in a low voice, "In that case, then..."

Voldemort suddenly discovered that the nails of the thumb and middle finger of his right hand flashed silver, and there was a hidden blade!Before he could stop it, the boy's hand suddenly pierced his own eyes, and blood gushed out from his eye sockets, like a winding snake flowing down the eye sockets.

"No—" he roared, grabbed his shoulders hard, picked him up and ran out, the cold night wind blew his face to pieces, and his lips were about to be torn, this was the first time he felt The moonlight in London is so ghastly, as cold as a stone statue in the desert.

He heard the boy's cold voice, ringing in the silent star desert.

"What else do you like? Tell me, let me destroy them one by one."

Late night, Grimmauld Place.It was raining at this time, and the pattering rain shreds were looming in the damp mist, and the street lamps illuminated the hazy dark night.There was no one on the street, and the occasional crisp footsteps quickly disappeared around the corner.

Snape opened the gate and put away the umbrella.The warm air on his face softened his cold and stiff cheeks a little. He put the long-handled umbrella aside and strode into the front hall.

The front hall was dim, except for the flickering and beeping of a candle hanging on the wall.Snape walked up the stairs, hesitating for a moment at a door, and knocking anyway.

The door was quickly opened, and the person standing at the door looked at him, those black and white eyes seemed to be asking silently.

"It's late, Severus," he said dryly.

"I know, Riddle. But there's something I think I have to tell you as soon as possible." Snape lowered his voice, took out an ordinary-looking black box from his pocket, and frowned, "This is Potter asked me to pass it on to you."

Riddle's expression changed, and his hands were slowly clenched: "He asked you to hand it over?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to reject him, but... Anyway, I brought it here, but there may be traps..."

Riddle took the black box from him, said goodbye to him, and returned to the room.He observed it carefully for a long time, and after confirming that there was no magic attached to the surface, he took out his wand and tentatively opened it.

As soon as he opened the box, a bright sphere flew out of it. It was suspended in the air, like a bright sun, circles of golden and red runes staggered around the ball of light, ancient and mysterious.

The light reflected in his eyes was like water in a broken moon pool. Riddle slowly stretched out his hand, and the ball of light stopped in his hand.He can feel that this is an extremely complex magical product, involving souls, shackles, and certain taboos, but the specific functions need to be studied carefully before a conclusion can be drawn.

Riddle noticed that there was still a letter in the box, so he took it out and opened it. It was full of crooked words, judging from the handwriting and ink color, it was written many times.

Dear Tom Riddle:

I had to write you this late at night because he was watching me so hard.I am now under house arrest, and he has not let me work in the Ministry of Magic anymore, but you can rest assured that he has not done anything excessive to me.

The reason I am writing to you is because I have good news for you - I have finally found a way to kill him.

Because of the Ministry of Magic malfunctioning, I escaped from his sight for a while, so he planted a positioning spell on me, which is somewhat similar to the one you gave me before.

I used this magic to create a soulmeld mechanic that would drain his soul power as long as you infuse it with magic.

I can be sure that he didn't find out what I was doing, and I can also ensure the reliability of this magic.I added your message on magic, so the tower will always follow you.

This is my painstaking effort these days. Only in this way can I realize the promise I made to you at the beginning, so please cherish it.

I haven't forgotten every word I said to you.Every sentence is engraved in my heart.No matter where you are, my heart will always be yours.

We will be together, trust me.

Harry Potter

Riddle's face became more and more ugly. At the end of the reading, he threw the letter paper out, turned around and saw that the box on the bed was also swept to the ground.He stared at the flying ball of light hatefully, and raised the corners of his lips coldly: "Let me believe you?...Harry, what is your heart made of to say such words?! How many times have I believed in you, and how did you treat me?... You slept with him, I chose to believe you, and the next moment you dared to sever the contract! How dare you... how dare you... ...How could you turn around and betray me so easily, what on earth do you take me for?"

He roared towards the empty room, his chest heaving, and after a while he slumped down on the bed, resting his forehead with his hands: "Tell me, Harry, how long will you torture me... how long will you betray me?" How many times did I trust before I was willing to turn back and return to my side... I can't take it anymore."

The auricles were illuminated by the light, and a trace of warmth was conveyed to the heart.Riddle turned his head, and the bright and warm ball of light touched the tip of his nose.

It really looks like a Snitch, he thought.

"...I want to play Quidditch with you again. That's the only time I ever found the game fun...no, anything is fun with you," he whispered.He was silent for a while, stood up and picked up the letter paper and the box, repaired the broken places of the letter paper one by one with magic, carefully folded them and stuffed them back into the box.He put the box in his pocket.

"Come back to me, Harry." Riddle closed his eyes, and the boy's young face slowly appeared in front of his eyes. His cheerful smile and jumping figure were as clear and moving as yesterday's scene. "I think I I still choose to believe in you... As long as you can come back, I don't care about soul shaping."

"……I beg you."

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Harry for achieving the achievement: abuse two Dark Lords in one night

☆, no if

Voldemort sent Harry to St. Mungo's Hospital overnight. At this time, there were no doctors on duty, and only a few night watch staff were still yawning in the duty room.They were so terrified by Voldemort's sudden arrival that they couldn't even speak, and finally Voldemort managed to inform the doctor himself.

Thanks to timely treatment, Harry's self-harm was not life-threatening, but he was completely blind in both eyes and could not see anything.He spent a week in the best ward at St. Mungo's, during which time three doctors took turns overseeing his restorative sessions.And Voldemort was with him the whole time, and Harry felt that the doctors' hands were shaking when they treated him.

"You'll scare them here." Harry said it lightly, and the hand that was holding him tightened.

"You want to dismiss me?"

"I didn't mean that, Voldemort. You hurt me a little bit from your grip." Harry tried to withdraw his hand calmly, but failed. "But don't you feel bored sitting here all day?"

"Take care of yourself, Potter. Don't ask me about it." He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, but the boy's reply made him want to get angry even more:

"But I'm bored, tell me a story."

"You asked me to tell you a story...?"

"You can tell anything, even the fairy tales you heard when you were young. Oh, I forgot, you probably haven't heard any fairy tales..."

"A long time ago, on New Year's Eve, a poor woman entered the orphanage," said Voldemort suddenly, his voice low and thoughtful, "and she gave birth to a child, and it was a boy. Then she died and she named her son the same name as his father before she died. The kid grew up in an orphanage and he wasn't happy because he wasn't like the other kids and he would A lot of things they don't know, so they squeezed him out, isolated him, tried to drive him out...so the boy used some tricks to make them all afraid of him."

"What method did he use?" Harry seemed interested.

"Since they were afraid of his power, he used it in front of them. He hung Billy Stubbs' rabbit from a beam, he tricked two children into a cave while traveling, And many, many more... He made everyone feel terrible. He quickly became the king of children, and everyone listened to him. This feeling is addictive, but he didn't enjoy it for long, because at that time he It's not the most powerful existence yet, the real leader of the orphanage is Mrs. Cole. She saw that something was wrong with this child, and she has been observing him secretly."

Harry listened quietly. He knew who the protagonist of this story was, so he subconsciously held that person's hand.The man's voice was low and pleasant, as if he was telling a mysterious ancient legend, the surrounding air became quiet, only time flowed slowly.

He listened to him tell how the boy rose to fame at Hogwarts, how he won the love and trust of all his teachers - except maybe Professor Dumbledore - through his high grades and humility, how he became a Slytherin. The leader of many boys.His schooling career went incredibly smoothly, and he was the object of adoration by almost everyone. That boy——Tom Marvolo Riddle, a man of countless brilliance, was a favorite of heaven, and many professors were willing to introduce him to the Ministry of Magic. , everyone believed that his future would be bright and unlimited.

That's true, if you don't consider the other side of his glamorous exterior.

"...after resigning from Borgin Bock, he wandered for many years."

"Homeless?"

"He has no home."

"So Hogwarts—"

"The headmaster of Hogwarts at that time was already Dumbledore. He was the only professor who knew his details, so he wouldn't let him come back."

Harry was silent for a while, he lowered his head, as if thinking about something, his fingers moved slightly: "I also feel that Hogwarts is like a home."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. He was about to speak, but the boy continued: "But I can't go back either."

None of them made a sound, Harry turned his face slightly, he felt bumped into a piece of softness, and before he could escape, someone held the back of his head.Squeezing the soft tip of his tongue in, he kissed him vigorously, lingering with him endlessly, cautiously but passionately.Blindness made his senses hypersensitive, throbbing with every touch.The breathing of the two gradually became hot. Voldemort pressed him on the hospital bed. The boy's loose hospital clothes could not cover his thin and pale body. He bent down and pressed his fingers lightly on his chest: "Harry, I want to want you."

The boy was silent for a long time, and then he laughed: "You can always get what you want."

"No, you are wrong."

"Just do it if you want to, I can't resist anyway, can I?"

"Don't talk to me in that tone, Harry—"

"You don't need to ask for my permission, Voldemort." Harry said quietly, "You are a person who acts recklessly, and that's where you succeed and where you fail. I'm nothing."

The man froze and didn't answer.

They did it anyway, in the hospital bed at night.He hugged him to his chest, clasped his waist tightly and entered from behind.The boy panted impatiently, leaning forward slightly, his hands clutching the sheets tightly.The man's big bony hands slid down his collarbone, lingering on his clean and white body.He bites and sucks on his skin, as if trying to brand his imprint on every inch.

"Harry, do you know what happened next?"

"Hmm...? What... ah..." The increasingly fierce attack made him unable to think, Voldemort squeezed his earlobe, and the boy's body trembled slightly.

"That kid, that homeless kid, he started recruiting a lot of followers. He and his followers killed a lot of people, and they killed everyone who opposed them. They caused a panic in the wizarding world, There was a storm, and everyone was too afraid of him to even mention his name. All went well, until one day he learned of the prophecy."

"Prophecy? What prophecy?" Harry had never heard such a statement before, and he couldn't help being a little curious.

"Harry, why did I try to kill you when you were a baby, why your parents died and you were destined to grow up in pain...all because I heard that prophecy." Voldemort murmured, seemingly mournfully, "Born in July...the family that beat me three times...I chose with my own hands the enemies I've haunted all my life. It was probably the stupidest decision I've ever made."

Harry didn't respond, seemed to be distracted, and seemed to have passed out.His lower body was in a mess, and his thighs were covered with pinched bruises, which were unsightly.

Voldemort silently withdrew from him, cleaning him up.He carried the boy back under the covers and sat down on the chair by the bed.

In any case, this path is his own choice.Whether it is love or hate, he will go all the way to the dark.

Harry was brought back to Malfoy Manor after he was unharmed.He hadn't learned to walk in the dark yet, and Voldemort didn't seem to be trying to get him used to it.He almost took care of his daily routine, he carried Harry when he wanted to go to the toilet or went to a meeting with him, he fed him breakfast, lunch and dinner, and even Voldemort helped him take a bath-although it often turned into a big war The result of being hugged back to bed again.

Harry protested more than once that he was only blind, not amputated, and that he didn't have to be treated like a baby, but Voldemort ignored his words completely, which made Harry a little frustrated. He felt as if he had become Very useless.

But he soon relaxed and began to enjoy Voldemort's service.It didn't work, it didn't work, anyway, his mission was almost done, Harry thought, he was free, he could do whatever he wanted.Now just wait.

Waiting for the decisive battle, waiting for the reunion, waiting for the final moment to come.

There was only mutual harm and calculation between them, full of false lies.And all performances come to an end, their time is numbered.

Voldemort obviously knew this too, and his temper became more and more irritable these days, making all the Death Eaters tremble.Harry didn't think it was necessary at all, in fact he couldn't understand why he was so angry.His daily routine now is to sit by the window and bask in the sun, put on headphones and listen to radio music, and he doesn't seem to care about the outside world at all.Harry felt like he had entered old age early.

But even if he is not interested, every night Voldemort will tell him what happened recently, of course he has a choice, and usually only tells him the progress of the work of the Death Eaters and the collapse of the Order of the Phoenix, obviously implying that he does not want to Have unrealistic ideas.

"Education Order No. [-] was issued in the Ministry of Magic today, Harry, do you know what it is?"

Harry didn't speak.They do it every night, and in the process of doing it, Voldemort basically tells it alone, and Harry never judges it.Normally Voldemort didn't have a problem with this either, but today it seemed a little different.

"All Muggle-born wizards do not have the right to receive magical education, and are not allowed to enter any public or private magic schools. Muggle-born wizards who have already enrolled must be ordered to withdraw from school and have their wands confiscated." He whispered in his ear Said, feeling the boy trembling, Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth happily, "I remember you have a good friend who was Muggle-born... Hermione seems to be called? Yes, Hermione Granger is quite talented Little witch... do you want to know how she is?"

Harry's expression finally changed, but he bit his lip tightly and had no intention of giving in to him.Voldemort knew that he would still ask sooner or later, and he was not in a hurry, but just enjoyed his body more wantonly.

"Don't threaten me with my friends, Voldemort." He finally spoke, his voice