Soul shaping

hoarse.

"Do you think you have the right to protest?"

"It's true that I haven't...well...but I think, you should be satisfied with my body? I think..."

"What are you thinking?!" Sensing his inner thoughts, Voldemort pushed in roughly, biting his lips angrily, bleeding from his lips, "I tell you, Harry, if you If you dare to do this kind of thing again - if you dare to use yourself to threaten me, I swear that I will not let one of your friends go, I will arrest them all and execute them, you can do it yourself!"

"So how's Hermione?" Harry's voice was still calm, and he didn't seem to be affected by him.

Voldemort paused, then reluctantly replied: "She's fine, Lucius released the water. But I've already punished him."

"punish?"

"It's not the first time he's been soft on his useless son. If it wasn't for his usefulness, I would have dealt with him long ago." Voldemort snorted.

Harry froze for a moment, then realized that Draco must be protecting Hermione.It was good, he thought, that even without him, those people still knew what to do, that they could do anything for what they loved, and go on the journey with no regrets.

They are happy, even if they fall, they fall at the place closest to their ideals.And how much he wanted to return to the familiar campus to fight side by side with everyone, not afraid of death or the distance.

"You're going to attack Hogwarts soon, aren't you?" he asked.

"Why, want to see him?"

"I just want to watch you die with my own eyes, even though I can't see it anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, he was kissed hard, and Harry felt the pain almost instantly.The man crazily vented his fury on him, he gritted his teeth not to let out a cry of pain, but the raging did not stop for a long time.Time and time again, he was dragged back and pressed against the bed board to act recklessly. There was darkness in front of him, chaos, filth and humiliation flooded the sky. He wanted to cry, run, and kill me with a roar, but this kind of thought just happened. The man noticed it when it appeared in his mind, and he slapped him.

"I won't allow you to think like that again, Harry, haven't you forgotten your friends?" He growled, breathing hot breath on his neck.

"Heh...hahahahahahahaha!" He suddenly burst into laughter, crying while laughing, in such collapse and despair, "Voldemort, if you say selfishness, no one can compare to you...Why are you so selfish? Don't let me die? Who do you think made me into this? Tell me, besides torturing me and threatening me, what else would you do?"

Covering his forehead with his palm, the boy's voice trembled, weak and weak: "I think, even if you hate me and want me to be in pain, that should be enough... My contract with him has long been broken, and you can already Kill me, why don't you try...? If your prophecy is true, then you should kill me instead of leaving me alive. Voldemort, what are you hesitating about?"

The man didn't speak immediately, and Harry didn't seem to intend to wait for his answer. He managed to straighten up, and lowered his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"The prophecy...is not necessarily true."

"Ok?"

"There are thousands of prophecy balls in the Prophecy Hall of the Ministry of Magic, and not all of them can be fulfilled. If everything can be repeated, if I have not heard the prophecy and killed you on that Halloween night—"

"That would be really, really good," Harry went on slowly, "and then I'll be able to grow up under the care of my parents, and I'll grow up healthy like any normal kid... I'll I hate you but I don't hate you so much, you are a horror far away in the sky, a darkness that cannot be named, but we will never meet."

"If that's the case...then I still make the same choice as before."

Harry was silent for a while, then sighed: "What's the use of saying this, everything has already happened. Let me ask you again, what are you hesitating about?"

"...you didn't see that, Harry. I must have won, not them." His words were off the mark, but Harry didn't bother to think about it.

"Whatever, that has nothing to do with me." He whispered, too tired to speak again.

Let all this wrong end.He couldn't hold on anymore.

If Riddle didn't believe him, or if he knew the truth... then he could only kill himself.Harry had no other way to go.

The author has something to say: visually the next chapter is the final chapter

☆、Final chapter: Love is born to die

Up to now, there is no room for maneuver.Everything collapsed when he and Professor Black's plan failed. That day—maybe it was just an ordinary day written in the diary, but it was indeed a huge turning point in fate.

Probably for a lot of people it doesn't make much difference because the ending is the same.But for those at the center of the vortex, it is eternal pain.

The great war will finally come, and the dark clouds that accumulate above the head finally bring down thunder and lightning.When people looked up, they saw the sky and hell hanging upside down, and the dark horses and horses jumped across the sky recklessly, leaving only sharp and glaring scars and overwhelming gloomy and cold shadows.

Harry listened to the sound of the rushing wind that was filtered by his robe, which seemed to be blurred by his ears. The long sleeves that covered his cheeks were constantly brushed against his shoulders by the wind, slightly itchy.He was completely protected by Voldemort in his arms, and the other's clear heartbeat was transmitted to his ears through the black robe, stable and at ease.

Harry knew they were on their way to Hogwarts, and this was the first time he knew he could fly without a broom.He didn't know where they were, and could only count the time by the beating of his heart, and after Voldemort's heart beat about nine hundred times, they stopped.

Harry began to hear other sounds, such as Death Eaters' discussions, such as the faint screams of Hogwarts students, such as the dissatisfied snort of the person holding him, and he hugged him even tighter. Some, and that doesn't prevent him from casting the spell:

"Sounds loud!"

Harry knew he was going to say something.

"Wizards of Hogwarts, let me say this first. I don't want to kill, and I don't want to see too many good wizards fall, so just put down your wand and serve me. I will show my fists in the new world that I will lead. I am not as unreasonable as the rumors say, and everything you insist on may not be correct, at least you should not blindly follow your inner beliefs... I think smart people still know what to do What choice should I make?" Voldemort's high-pitched and cold voice was transmitted to every corner of Hogwarts through magic, like thunder echoing in the sky and the earth for a long time.The surroundings were quiet for a while, and soon boiled over. A boy's voice came out sharply: "Don't try to confuse us, we won't give in to you!"

Harry shuddered; he could tell it was Neville.When did he become so brave and bold, and what changed him?

"Oh, you are a child of the Longbottom family, a pure-blood family for generations... I don't want to sacrifice the blood of too many pure-blood wizards. It would be much better if you gave up resistance, Longbottom..."

"Bah! I can't bow to you even if I die!"

The surroundings fell into chaos. Voldemort's roar, the cheers of the students and the restlessness of the Death Eaters were mixed together. Harry held down the arm that Voldemort wanted to raise. Some people noticed his movement, and there were exclamations one after another:

"My God, that's...that's Potter!"

"Why is Potter here?!"

"Merlin's socks, I can't believe it, he's actually joined the Death Eaters!"

"traitor!"

Harry listened dumbly to these angry reprimands, obviously he was used to it long ago, but at this moment his heart was still hurting like a knife, and the man sneered and lowered his voice: "See, these are the people you trust , they don't welcome you at all..."

Harry ignored him, this level of sarcasm didn't hurt him.He just remembered the real dream, he was rejected by everyone, sentenced to death, and burned in the fire, and the current scene is essentially the same as in the dream.

Voldemort's patience ran out, and he quickly broke through the barrier, leading the Death Eaters into the campus.

Everywhere was filled with the sound of flying spells, cracking bricks and tiles, roaring curses and hunting wind, and the whole Hogwarts was shrouded in a cloud of chaos, destruction and reconstruction. Harry heard the Weasley brothers and Dorojo Fighting with his husband, Ron yelling "Expelliarmus" loudly, Draco calling "Hermione", Ginny screaming from a distance... His heart was full of anxiety, and he became hot with fear. For a moment, his numb heart suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to rush out, wanted to fight with them, wanted to start all over again...if he could start over.

But no matter how uncontrollably he shouted in his heart, his body was stiff and unable to move.And those voices gradually faded away, and he was taken high into the sky by Voldemort, and he was taken farther and farther away from the crowd. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know when all this would end.

"Where the hell are you going?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"It doesn't matter where it is. I think the prey will find itself." Voldemort's cold voice was muffled by the wind.

Harry remained silent. Of course he knew who he was waiting for, and he also wanted to know who Riddle would come with. After all, he could only rely on others... Could it be Dumbledore?

"It won't be Dumbledore." Voldemort broke his illusion mercilessly, he seemed a little proud, "I seriously injured Dumbledore last night, I'm afraid he won't appear on the battlefield."

Harry didn't answer him.With his keen sense of hearing, he has already heard the subtle sounds in the air, something tearing the cold gap and coming from afar, looming, sometimes near and far.Harry's heart was beating wildly, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and his eardrums were throbbing with pain. He knew who it was, the existence he had been waiting for and could not recall. He told him to wait for him, and wait for him to rescue him from his clutches. ...and here he is.

The man landed on his toes and stood in front of them.The wind brought the acrid smell of soil and leaves from the Forbidden Forest, and Harry felt the hand on his waist tighten, as if swearing possession, but it just made him laugh.

"You are here." Voldemort said flatly, the slightly reproachful tone seemed to complain that they came too late.

"Get your hands off him." The familiar yet unfamiliar cold voice made Harry clenched his fingers, and he wanted to throw himself into his arms for comfort like never before.This person can easily shake his whole heart, even if he is determined to die.

"Oh, what ability do you think you have to say this?... He is mine now, I have carved my mark all over his body, you should stop thinking about it!" Voldemort's tone Taunting and defiant, he took Harry demonstratively into his arms, his head pressed against his chest, the crisp scent of soft cloth in his nostrils.

Harry struggled to push him away, but the force of the latter increased suddenly; Riddle stepped forward regardless of the people behind him, and Harry recognized that it was Professor McGonagall, and he rushed towards the sound of footsteps. The direction they came from yelled, "Use that, Riddle! The one I gave you!"

There was a pause in the footsteps, and then they became more hurried.And Voldemort grabbed his arm and dragged him back, growling angrily: "What did you give him?!"

"Things that can kill you." He replied calmly, his heart still.

"Oh, really...it sounds like you've done something great right under my nose, Harry," Voldemort smiled instead of anger, and grabbed his hand even harder, "but you've lost your chance! The final winner can only be me, he will be killed by me, and you—you are mine!"

The ground suddenly shook, the stones cracked one after another, the ground cracked countless winding gaps, and the light surged from the gaps, spiraling up to the sky to form ancient and complicated patterns.The humming sound of powerful magic running in the ears, it seems that there is a mysterious symphony squeezing and colliding with each other, crisp and lingering.

Harry was a little unsteady, and subconsciously hugged the waist of the person next to him.He didn't know what happened, why the mountain shook suddenly, and where Riddle went, whether his life would be in danger... He remembered what Voldemort said just now, maybe he really arranged what he didn't want Knowing the pitfalls—this was normal, he couldn't have come unprepared.

The extreme panic made him bewildered, Harry called Riddle's name loudly, wept bitterly, and his lips were quickly pressed down, he could feel the man's fury like a storm, but at this moment he He didn't want to bother, he just wanted to know the whereabouts of his lover, and he didn't want to care about anything else.

Harry struggled desperately, headbutting and biting like a mad dog, using all his strength to break free from Voldemort's shackles.He ran two steps forward, slipped his toes into the crack and fell to the ground, his voice hoarse: "Riddle! Riddle... where are you... answer..."

The ground is still shaking, and the cracks in the ground are constantly splitting and expanding, like a huge spider web extending rapidly, and they are the food on the web.Harry was exhausted from crying, and wanted to stand up with a sigh, a hand was put on his shoulder, he trembled all over, and shouted in surprise: "Riddle!"

"It's not your Riddle." The cold hand pulled him up from the ground and held him in his arms. The man's other hand gently combed his hair, but Harry's heart sank to the bottom , "Your Riddle is dead!"

"You liar!" Harry replied without thinking, "How could he die so easily!"

"Nothing is impossible, Harry. Do you think he can escape the entire Hogwarts magic circle?" Voldemort snorted coldly, and pressed him into his arms, "Even I can't I can guarantee that I can survive this large magic circle, but because I am a spellcaster, I can't be injured... and your little lover is dead!"

"No, it's not true...it's impossible..." Harry murmured blankly, his lips trembling, and his hands covered his face, "How could Riddle die...it's impossible for him..."

"Don't think about it anymore, Harry. I said I will be the winner in the end, so you just accept your fate... As long as you are obedient, I will treat you well. You are not at a disadvantage, are you?" Voldemort looked more and more serious. more leisurely.Obviously the war was far from over, but he was in an exceptionally good mood. At this moment, he was magnanimous and didn't mind Harry's awkward attitude.Anyway, there will still be a lot of time for him to fully recognize the reality in the future, he thought, he will eventually understand.

"If that's the case... If that's the case, then only I can kill you." The boy who had been silent in his arms for a long time suddenly said this, with a resolute and resolute expression on his face.Voldemort was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed loudly, high-pitched and sharp, full of extreme sarcasm and pity: "...you want to kill me, huh? Well, you can try it, Harry, I'll give you this chance .Here, raise your wand, and point it at me—say a Killing Curse, have you not always used it well?"

He stuffed Harry's phoenix feather wand into his hand, pointed his arm at him, and Harry shook his hand away violently, taking a step back.He actually laughed.

"Voldemort, do you know what it's like to be trusted?" The boy smiled, as if he had never been so happy.

"...What?" The man suddenly felt something was wrong.

"You've probably never experienced such a feeling before, have you? Someone sincerely trusts you and is willing to place all bets on you, even if he knows that if he fails, he will be doomed... To be entrusted so solemnly in his life is considered Die with no regrets." The boy said softly, his eyes were dull, and there was a quiet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if a devout believer was as happy as ascending to heaven, "Voldemort, if everything can start again, I still hope you can Feel the warm side of human emotions, such as compassion, such as trust, such as love..."

A silvery white light emerged from his heart, instantly enveloping his whole body. At the same time, Voldemort felt his soul tremble, and all the power poured out in one direction, which was unstoppable.

"What is this..." He roared angrily, gnashing his teeth to prevent his soul from flying away, but the power that bound his soul was pulling him destructively, and he was smashed thousands of miles away.He jerked his head up and glared at Harry, who was standing aside, who had fallen to the ground, dazed.

"What have you done...what have you done! Potter! What the hell have you...did to me!" He grabbed his collar and shook vigorously, the boy's weak body was already overwhelmed, he coughed violently, and Suddenly he covered his mouth with his hand, and when he took it off, his hand was covered with blood.

"You shouldn't have made a master-servant pact with me, Voldemort," he said weakly. "You have brought us closer together, and I have more influence on you."

"But it's impossible for you to destroy me... I am the master, you can't use the master-servant contract to threaten my life—"

"The contract is just a medium." Harry interrupted him, his skin was bleeding to the point of being almost transparent, and the fire of life was faltering, so weak that it could be extinguished at any time, "My real bargaining chip is my own soul."

"What did you say—"

"Or to put it a little more romantically," Harry's smile widened, and he was about to pat Voldemort on the shoulder, but he couldn't even raise his hand now, "You're going to die with me, Voldemort." .Oh, by the way, the ball of light I gave Riddle also included a small magic circle, so your soul will be swallowed by him after being stripped."

"You—Potter, how dare you do such a thing..." He suddenly understood why Harry's physical condition suddenly declined sharply, why he always suffered from insomnia for no reason.He devoted himself to this powerful soul magic, even at the expense of his own life...

"Look, you're calling me Potter again now, it's right, we should keep this distance... Voldemort, repent in the last few minutes of your life, think of those who were used and killed by you An innocent person...to make a confession..." Harry spoke in a softer voice, his breath weakened, and suddenly his head tilted and he was about to fall, and Voldemort quickly supported his head.

He lowered his head to look at him, under this scene of destruction where the light array opened up and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed, the whole world was shattered in fierce collisions and splits, shaking falling stones and burning beams of light everywhere, and he But quietly closed his eyes, as if he just entered a dreamland.

For a moment, Voldemort thought it would be nice to die with him.

The tremor of the ground finally ended after half an hour.The Forbidden Forest is in a mess, full of crooked trees and dead animals, dusty and chaotic.A figure crawled out from a huge crack in the ground. He jumped onto the ground, patted his dirty clothes and pants, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the magic circle started to operate, Riddle was forcibly sucked into the crack of the ground by a huge force without warning, followed by high-intensity extrusion and corrosion, he had no choice but to use Ha Although he was very disturbed by the ball of light that Li gave him, he couldn't think of a better way for a while.

He rested on the spot for a while, looked around, tried to find Harry in the ruins, but he failed, he seemed to be the only one in the huge space, neither Voldemort nor Harry disappeared.

Out of the corner of his eye, Riddle caught a glimpse of a boulder moving, making a tiny noise.He hurried over to remove the boulder, only to find that it was Professor McGonagall.Her hair was disheveled and she looked a bit embarrassed.

"Meg, are you okay?"

"Ah... I'm fine." Professor McGonagall shook his head and patted the dust on his robe.

"By the way, did you see Harry?" Riddle looked around, walking quickly between the stones.

"Well, Riddle, I think I have to tell you..." Professor McGonagall gritted his teeth, looking at the man's thin back with some unbearable heart, "Harry is dead."

"Huh? You don't know? Then help me find it together, I think he might be buried somewhere too..." He muttered to himself, Professor McGonagall thought he didn't hear clearly, so he said it again Once: "Riddle, Harry is dead!"

"Shut up." The man stopped suddenly and clenched his fists.

"Riddle..."

"I told you to shut up!" Riddle turned his head back, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth. He shook his head vigorously, and said to himself hypnotically, "He must be under some rock... yes, He is still waiting for me to rescue her, I have to find him quickly..."

Mag watched with heartache as he turned around in the ruins and gradually walked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.She didn't say anything to remind him, but just followed him silently.

Riddle walked for a long time in the Forbidden Forest, stopping as he walked, and calling Harry's name from time to time, but no one responded, and the surrounding was eerily silent.Only the sound of the soles of the shoes crushing the stones could be heard.

His voice was getting hoarse, and he was starting to get a little annoyed, Harry kept him waiting a little longer this time, even though he was used to waiting...

"Tom, go back." Someone held his arm, Riddle turned around, and Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of tears.

"No, I can't go back, Harry's still waiting for me to save him, I can't go back—"

"Go back, you're tired...they're waiting for you. Go back, Tom."

Riddle stared at her blankly for a while, then lowered his head to look at his hands, which were long and bony, full of unreality.He suddenly took a step back, holding his head in a broken state.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Love is determination, sacrifice, and final redemption.

It is to go to death calmly, and to live to death.

The author has something to say: After more than three months, I finally finished writing "Soul Shaping", thank you friends who have been watching here for not disliking my sloppy writing and plot_(:з」∠)_

I also encountered many difficulties in the middle of writing the article. In short, the more I get to the end, the more I feel that the character is ooc. I have to make up the original work when I go back to the summer vacation >

To some extent, ne and te reflect each other, and some things not mentioned in the true ending are supplemented in ne; and ne and te are also opposite, and the conditions for te to be achieved are those taught by Harry and Black. The plan is successful, ne is a failure, te means that Riddle has canceled the contract, and ne means that Harry has canceled the contract.

But no matter which ending it is, the soul-shaping succeeded in the end (knock on the blackboard to draw the key point, at the end of ne, Harry also used death to protect Riddle. This clause in the contract seems to be useless, although at that time they have broken the contract

There will probably be a 3pau episode next

Then it's all about flowering! !

☆、Special episode: A day of cohabitation with two dark lords

#3pau#

#Ignore logic series#

#Can accept the above, please continue to read#

Combination of te setting and ne setting

Riddle is the Minister of Magic (successful in Soul Shaping)

· Voldemort took care of the children at home (not), the Death Eaters survived, the outside world thought that Voldemort and the Death Eaters were dead

Harry is blind

· Fragment collection

1. Morning

At 07:30 in the morning, while Harry was still asleep, the alarm clock by the bed rang on time.Frowning, Harry reached out his hand to fumble to turn it off, and a long hand pressed the alarm clock first.

"It's time to get up, Harry." The voice in his ear was familiar and nice, with the laziness of the morning and a faint smile, the boy shrank back and muttered something, but Voldemort couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?" He bent down, pressed his lips against his ear, and bit his teeth lightly.

"Hmm... let me sleep a little longer..." Harry gripped the covers tightly.

However, Voldemort ignored his complaints. He lifted him out of the covers, unbuttoned his pajamas and began to change his clothes.

Harry was still half asleep, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head resting on the other's chest.He only felt that the man's hand helping him change his clothes intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against his waist and two spots on his chest, which made him shiver, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Don't, don't touch there..." Feeling him take off his pajama pants, Harry woke up a little bit, but the other party seemed to chuckle, and was about to say something, but the door was knocked open.

"Harry, I'm going to work." The man standing at the door was dressed in a dark uniform with a briefcase in his hand.He walked in with no expression on his face, unceremoniously pushed Voldemort away, dropped the briefcase, and put Harry's pants on easily and picked him up.

"Good morning, Tom." Harry yawned, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

While talking to Harry, Riddle glared at Voldemort, implying that he'd better leave immediately, and the latter sneered with his arms folded, his mouth clearly saying "get to work and don't stay here".

"What are you talking about?" The boy with exceptionally keen hearing noticed something, and when the two stopped, Riddle said first: "It's nothing, we're discussing what to have for breakfast."

"Oh, breakfast, I want to eat matcha bread!" Harry raised his hand high, this gesture made both of them feel very cute, Riddle rubbed his hair dotingly, and carried him to the bathroom: " Okay, let's go take a shower first."

The two men stood outside the toilet and looked at the back of the boy brushing his teeth and washing his face. Voldemort kicked Riddle calmly: "Don't you go to work at eight o'clock?" Hurry up and don't stand in the way here.

"No one deducted my wages later." Riddle kicked back and looked at him with an unfriendly expression, "Hey, don't let me see you messing with him in the morning."

"Oh, what right do you have to say about me? Aren't you as imaginative as I am?" Voldemort squinted his eyes dangerously, "If it wasn't for your inability to get up in the morning, you would definitely go too far than me."

"What do you mean you can't get up in the morning, why don't you try to work until one o'clock every day?" Riddle looked like he wanted to smash him to death with a briefcase, "With all due respect, a bastard who never makes money has no position to criticize me. "

When Harry came out after washing his face, he found that the two seemed to be fighting. He was speechless, but he was used to it—this kind of thing happened once or twice a day. He tried to persuade him at first, but soon he gave up. such a useless move.

Determined to ignore the two, Harry walked slowly towards the kitchen, and there was a puddle of water coming out of nowhere at his feet as he was about to fall—probably the two had knocked over the glass during the fight, and seeing He was about to step on it, but Voldemort quickly picked him up, dodging a magic beam lightly.

"Riddle, hurry up and go to work, you're almost late." Voldemort said calmly, holding his beloved in his arms contentedly, and Harry nodded when he heard it: "Go, Tom, you're the minister."

Riddle rolled his eyes, he gave Voldemort a savage look, and reluctantly left the house after asking Harry for a good morning kiss.

Hmph, if he could, he really wanted to give up the position of Minister of Magic to Voldemort, and spend all his time with Harry doing things he loved.

2. Noon

"What do you want to eat today?" Harry was listening to the wizarding radio when Voldemort closed the magazine in his hand and sat him on his lap.

"Hmm...I want to cook by myself today." Harry heard the witch on the radio talking about a new dish in a very tempting way, and couldn't help but feel eager to try it.

"Harry, this is too dangerous—" Voldemort frowned, and Harry was obviously a little disappointed when he heard this. Do I keep it as a pet?

Voldemort: "..."

The boy walked around the kitchen with great interest, arranging the side dishes and seasonings in order, and following the instructions on the radio, he was very busy.Numerous bright magic lights burst out from the fingers, the vegetables were cut into pieces, the flour was shredded, the shells of the eggs were perfectly cracked in the air, and the egg whites and yolks fell into the pot with a sizzling sound.

Voldemort stood outside the door and watched for a long time. At first he wanted to go up to help, but found that he could do nothing:

"Bring me that celery."

"What vegetable? Spinach?" Voldemort was at a loss.

"And cooking oil—"

"I don't seem to see..."

"Stupid, I'd better use the Flying Curse." Harry pushed him out of the kitchen and closed the door.

Well, he really doesn't have much talent when it comes to cooking.But he also found it pleasing to watch Harry toss about in the kitchen, so he sat down at the table and watched him.

The surprise when the boy accidentally burns his hands, the joy when he smells the tangy fragrance, the serious eyes when he keeps replaying the contents of the station, and the joy that falls on his cheeks when the magic light rushes over his head like water , all fell into his eyes, too beautiful to be true.

Harry brought the finished dishes to the table one by one. He didn't feel Voldemort coming to help for a long time, and wiped his sweat: "Why are you standing there, don't you come to help me?"

"Oh... oh." Voldemort just came back to his senses, and came to bring the dishes to the table with him.The fragrant aroma made him feel a little eager to move. He secretly picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. The taste was even better than he had imagined.

"Can we start eating?" he asked.

"No, we have to wait for Tom to come back to eat together." Harry replied logically.

Waiting for him to do, who knows if he will come back at noon... Voldemort silently complained, although he knew that Riddle would definitely come back to eat with them every noon.He pulled Harry into his lap, put his arms around his waist and kissed him, pinching the back of his head to prevent him from dodging.

After a while, the two parted breathlessly, Harry wiped his lips and asked casually, "Voldemort, did you steal the beef just now?"

Voldemort: "..."

3. Nap

Harry is absolutely required to take a nap at noon every day, and Voldemort is dispensable, but he is happy to hold him and lie on the bed for a while, but this right is currently being deprived of by Riddle, because the latter claims that he is busy with work and has a nervous breakdown. At noon, Harry needs to be with him to fall asleep.

"Don't be shameless, you just want to occupy him all the time." After eating, Riddle pulled Harry to go to the bedroom, but Voldemort stopped them directly.

"Harry, look at this person who doesn't work or make money to support his family, and wants to prevent him from staying with you. We usually spend very little time together..." Riddle immediately made a small report in front of Harry , I don't feel ashamed at all.

Harry thought it made sense, so he said to Voldemort: "Voldemort, Riddle is usually very tired at work, so please bear with him."

tolerate?tolerate?The corners of Voldemort's mouth twitched as he watched Riddle triumphantly walk into the bedroom with Harry and lock the door.He really wanted to say something, but he also knew that once Harry made a decision, it was difficult to change, so he had to let it go.

Really cheap that kid.he thought bitterly.

in the bedroom.

Riddle sat on the edge of the bed and took off his uniform jacket, while Harry lay listening to music.He recently fell in love with a Muggle folk band, and bought a Walkman to store their songs.

Riddle turned sideways and rubbed his head, and gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders: "What are you listening to?" He took off one of his earphones and put it on for himself.

"Muggle music you won't like," Harry replied.

In terms of music, Riedel prefers classical music and large-scale concertos with dark and heavy styles, and ballads with light rhythms.