Soul shaping

, I only rely on myself... Sure enough, they are untrustworthy and unforgivable..." Voldemort's voice was sharp and cold, without a trace of emotion. He had long since faded from the ecstasy of his newly reborn, and his expression was dark and prey.

"But obviously, we have to forgive them." Professor Black touched his nose with some disdain.

"Well, I think I should go to another important problem." Voldemort walked slowly towards Harry, stroking his yew wand as he walked.Harry could only feel the pale snake's face approaching him, a cold feeling of being spied on surfaced, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.The rope binding his whole body was suddenly loosened, and he stood there dazedly.Voldemort looked back at Professor Black: "Give him his wand, and I'll give him an equal chance against me."

"I didn't bring it here." Professor Black shrugged, "I thought you would want a quick fix."

Voldemort frowned, seemingly displeased: "Forget it."

He looked at Harry again, let out a sharp and piercing sneer, and pointed his wand straight at him: "I wanted to give you a chance to resist, Potter... it seems that it is not possible. That's fine, let I'll just end your pathetic, stupid, and short life, and let everyone see who the really powerful one is, the boy who survived the catastrophe is nothing more than that... Avada Kedavra!"

A frighteningly bright green light flashed from the tip of the staff, illuminating Harry's entire field of vision.He felt as if he was being swallowed by a green sun that was icy as it touched his body, pushing him into water.Harry only felt a pain in his chest, something jerked, and he lost consciousness.

the other side.

Dumbledore was sitting in his office sorting out the recently collected information, while Riddle was sitting opposite him, staring at him for a moment.

"You've been looking at me for a long time, Riddle." The old man said while stuffing the paper into the drawer.

"I wonder when on earth you're going to explain what you've done." His voice was cold, with some unconcealable anger.

"what you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, Dumbledore. You know exactly what I'm asking."

"If you're talking about Snape's information, I can only say that I can't do anything. We don't know where they are, and there is no way to save Harry." Dumbledore sighed.

"That's because you didn't try your best, Dumbledore. You can think of more ways to save him than doing nothing here!" Riddle accused mercilessly, "Have you already given up on him? Now, when you found out that there was no need to save him?"

"I don't understand why you think so, of course I won't give up on him." Dumbledore's eyes became very sharp, "You can't ask every step of things to develop as you expected, but you can maximize Take control of it and make it regular. The more information you have than your opponent, the more you have an advantage, and sometimes the difference between winning and losing is a hair's breadth."

"So you mean..." Riddle frowned. He thought of something and was about to say it, but an unexpected pulse wave made him unable to move for a moment.There was a dull pain in his chest like a sudden punch, and the crushing pain spread throughout his body. His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

"Riddle?!"

☆、Moon Coffin

At this moment, Malfoy Manor was in full swing.The wizards gathered several tables to play wizard board games, while the witches gathered together to chat about household chores, such as changing socks and pearl jewellery.

"It's your turn, Rabastan, let's see how you can go this time..."

"You still have to lose, Crabbe."

"Don't look down on people!"

"Oh, Narcissa, this necklace of yours is so beautiful!"

"I like it too...it was a birthday present from Lucius last year."

Snape wanted to sit on the sidelines and watch what happened, but he was also pulled to the table by the enthusiastic Avery. He drew a deck of cards, and at a glance, he knew it was going to be bad—as expected, he lost the most in this game , even Gore, who has been ridiculed all the time, gave him a look of pity.

"Big...everyone! The master is back! The master is back!" A short and fat man suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in, out of breath, he stepped on a puddle of liquor on the ground On the ground, he slipped and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But this time no one laughed at him, everyone stood up together, Lucius and Narcissa cast magic to put the tables and chairs back to their original places, and cleaned up the garbage on the ground, while the others arranged their clothes with serious faces.

"Where's master, Peter?" Bellatrix asked.

"He...he was in the yard just now, and he will come over soon!"

Lucius opened the door wide, and he could see three figures moving here through the thin purple mist at night.The Death Eaters lined up on either side of the door, waiting respectfully for their master's arrival.

The three figures are getting closer, and it can be seen that the one on the left is Professor Black, and the one on the right is Karkaroff. Professor Black is holding a boy in his arms.And the slender man who looked like a skeleton walking in the middle made them hold their breath, not daring to vent their breath.

Voldemort walked slowly across the threshold into the hall, and sat on the top emerald throne—that was the place where every generation of Malfoy heads sat when they held their family meetings.Professor Black stood behind him, and the Death Eaters swished in a circle under his robe, with their heads bowed, waiting for his speech.

"Okay... very good, more than I expected... I think you should have lived well in the past 13 years, and the years have not left a shadow on you..." Voldemort quietly looked at the group of people crawling on the ground. The servants at his feet lowered their voices, and the wind and rain were coming, "Some of you disappeared after I fell, and some of you immediately distanced yourself from me... I thought you would believe in my strength, trust me Not to be beaten by a stupid little one-year-old baby, so I've been waiting for you guys to come to me...but no one comes, no one comes..."

Some people have begun to tremble uncomfortably, whispering.Bellatrix raised her head excitedly and said, "Master! I've always wanted to find you, but..."

"Oh, Bella, have you escaped from Azkaban too..." Voldemort looked at her with slit red eyes, which made her even more excited, and hurriedly leaned forward to kiss his robe.

"Master, you know that Rodolphs and I are loyal, we are both trying to find you...!"

"Okay, Bella, I know... what about the others? I don't think you were imprisoned in Azkaban?... But I can guess what you think. Regulus told you , Said I have forgiven you?"

The Death Eaters nodded one after another, not daring to say a word, like leaves fluttering in the wind.

"I forgive you for a while...but you need to be sincere enough to pay for your mistakes. You will understand that your escape was completely wrong..." Voldemort's voice was as ruthless as ever, and the crowd around him thanked Worshiped to the ground, stepped forward to kiss his robe, then retreated and continued to crawl.

"Okay, now I'll let you see how ridiculous it is to say that the little boy is stronger than me... Regulus, go down and let them see." He turned around, and Professor Black standing behind hugged him. Walking down the steps with the boy's body.The Death Eaters stood up one after another, looking at the person in his arms.

The boy closed his eyes, looking so calm that he seemed to be asleep.His dark brown hair was messily attached to his neck, and his limbs drooped weakly, without a trace of life.

"Master, have you killed Potter?"

"Great... No one can stop your progress anymore, master!"

"Congratulations master!"

They laughed, reached out to touch the fabled savior's hair maliciously, tugged at his arm, laughed wantonly, and were ecstatic.Professor Black couldn't help frowning, and turned sideways to avoid their touch without leaving a trace, thinking that he is also something you can touch?He only belongs to the Dark Lord, and only to me... Even if he dies, he still belongs to me.

When Professor Black walked in front of Snape with Harry in his arms, the man's eyes widened, staring at the boy for a moment, his hands seemed to be trembling slightly.

"What's the matter, Severus?" He asked a little displeased, not liking the look in his eyes.

"Oh...it's nothing, it's nothing...I'm just too happy. I hate this kid the most..." Snape had regained his composure, and said softly, with a vicious gleam in his eyes.

"Regulus, go and put him in a coffin... After all, he is also the Boy Who Lived, so he should be decorated decently, right? Don't let people think that Voldemort doesn't respect his sworn enemy...Lucius, you Go take some pictures and write an article for the Daily Prophet as soon as possible... I want everyone to know how stupid it is to place their hopes on a mediocre boy !" Voldemort leaned back on the icy throne, with an irrepressible complacency in his voice.

They gathered in the hall to revel, and Professor Black and Lucius walked out the door.They walked from the path into the quiet backyard and chose an open space.Professor Black waved his magic wand, and the silver moonlight flowing on the tip of the leaves and the front of the petals rose one after another, floating in front of him like quicksilver.The wand outlines, and the moonlight follows.

Lucius stared dumbfounded as he used moonlight to cast a rectangular translucent coffin. The crystal clear white light seemed to be interwoven with each other.Professor Black put the boy into the arranged coffin and looked at Lucius: "We can start filming, Lucius."

"Oh, good..." Lucius came to his senses and started waving his wand, murmuring words.The wizard does not use a camera to take pictures, but a special shooting spell.When the reporter interviews, as long as he blesses himself with this spell in advance, he can automatically generate moving photos of the scenes he sees according to his own wishes.However, wizards with high magical powers do not need to use the photography spell, they can directly take out their memories to make photos.

Lucius walked around the coffin, selected photos from various angles, and nodded to him.Professor Black was about to add some sealing spells to the coffin, there seemed to be a shadow moving under the moonlight, just for a moment, but he saw it clearly.Professor Black froze in place.

"What's wrong?" Lucius noticed his strangeness.

"It's nothing...you go back first, I'll take care of some things." Professor Black waved to him.

"It's not appropriate..." Lucius hesitated.

"There's nothing inappropriate, I'll be back soon." He seemed a little impatient, and Lucius couldn't resist him, so he had to repeatedly tell him to come back earlier.

After Lucius entered the hall, Professor Black heaved a sigh of relief and waved open the lid of the coffin.The boy lay quietly in the moonlight, his hands clasped on his stomach.The black coat and black tie on his body were neatly packed, as if he was going to a funeral, but he didn't want to be a part of the funeral.Professor Black's hand slid down his forehead, outlining the curve of his face.He could only feel the coldness, and shook his head, thinking that the glance just now was really just an illusion.

Probably caused by the shaking of the leaves.he thinks.

Professor Black was about to close the lid, but saw the boy's eyelashes trembling again.He stopped what he was doing and stared at him intently.This time he believed that he was absolutely right.

Thick clouds rolled in the night sky, and the pale moonlight appeared and disappeared between the clouds. For a while, it swept across Professor Black's arm wrapped in a robe, and for a while, it fell on the white cheek of the boy in the coffin, like a piece of silver-white iron.His eyelashes were blown gently and thinly by the wind, like a squirrel in the forest jumping and stepping on the branches, the branches swayed slightly, and fell into tranquility again.

Is it really just my own illusion?It's just the wind blowing, but he made such a fuss...Professor Black had to start thinking about whether there was something wrong with him, maybe it was subconsciously thinking in his brain that he wasn't dead yet, or that he shouldn't die, or Maybe he hoped that he would not die... The last guess made him startled, and his whole body was shocked by a burst of static electricity.

How is it possible...how could I think so.Obviously the one who wants to kill him the most is himself, isn't it?To let him die in his hands, to become his most proud trophy and collectible, has always been his longing... Yes, Harry Potter must die, and he can only die in his own hands.

☆, accomplice

He looked down at him, the boy's eyes were closed and his face was solemn.He stretched out his hand to touch his lips, which were pale, without a trace of blood, no different from all dead people.He slowly bent down, clasped the coffin wall with both hands, and touched his dry lips lightly.He couldn't feel any warmth, it was as cold as the moonlight that enveloped him, but it was soft, and one couldn't help but want to go deeper... From the first taste, gradually he cupped the boy's cheeks, and lifted Lifting his upper body and kissing frantically.His hands are getting stronger and stronger, as if trying to integrate him into his own flesh and blood.

For a moment he felt that his death seemed good enough, that he could do whatever he wanted without resistance.But what followed was a deep loneliness, breaking through the protective armor all the way to the depths of his heart, so straightforward that he was a little at a loss.

Only then did he realize that he was really dead, and he would no longer look at him with indifferent and stubborn eyes, trying to escape from him again and again.He suddenly felt that this game of cat and mouse was also very interesting, although he had always found it annoying and laborious.

But it's better than death.Death was absolutely intolerable to him, and the mere imagining of it was abhorrent.He has been trying to avoid death, even if it changes himself beyond recognition.

But at this moment, all he wanted was for him to wake up.

Though he didn't know what that meant.

The fingers were released, and the boy's body fell back into the moonlight.He didn't hit the coffin wall hard, but passed through it, lying lightly among the fireflies.

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Tomorrow, oh, Lucius shouldn't be moving so fast...the day after tomorrow, and word of your death will be known all over the world. Everyone will know that you are dead The spiritual leader of their rebellion has collapsed, and there is only one road in front of them. Despair, misery, the streets are covered with clouds, and your friends will die." He moved closer to him, brushed the hair around his ears, and ruthlessly He said fiercely, "If you don't want this to happen, just wake me up right away."

It seemed that his words had an effect, the boy frowned, and a moan escaped from his lips.He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and tried to open them, trying to see where he was at this time.

"Where are my glasses?" he asked, slowly sitting up, squinting and looking around.

Professor Black reflexively took out the glasses from his pocket and handed them to him, while his brain was still shutting down.

"Hmm...it's much clearer this way." Harry nodded with satisfaction, looked around for a week, and looked at the coffin made of moonlight with doubts, "...what is this?"

Professor Black: "..."

The Death Eaters' carnival would last until the wee hours of the morning.Except for Lucius who went to catch up on the press release overnight, Snape refused to have a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix the next day, and Professor Black said that he had a migraine and needed to rest early, everyone else had a crazy night.Of course, Voldemort would not participate in their activities, he just sat on the stage and watched, and left silently when he was sleeping.

Three floors.

He entered the room, locked the door and lifted the Disillusionment Charm from Harry, pushing him hard onto the bed.His spine hurt from the impact, Harry stood up, and the curse words were blocked before he could speak, and he was pressed back on the bed again, with his head sunk deep in the soft quilt.

"What the hell are you doing... are you crazy! Voldemort!" The bow tie had long been untied and thrown aside, the shirt was pulled into a mess, Harry desperately turned his head away from him, in fact he was still in a daze until now status.

Hearing his shout, Professor Black paused and sat up.He also realized his gaffe, but then he thought that he had nothing to worry about, so he was relieved.

"Can you explain, Potter. This is the second time you haven't been killed by the Killing Curse."

"I don't know why I didn't die." Harry frowned, also looking puzzled, "I seem to have a dream... a very long dream."

"Dream? What did you dream about?" Professor Black asked.

"Dream..." Harry looked at his focused eyes and made a fool of himself, "Guess."

"Potter—"

"Aren't you amazing, why don't you give it a try?"

Professor Black stared at him expressionlessly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was no trace of a smile: "You say it yourself or I use Legilimency, you choose one."

Harry glared at him bitterly, and said reluctantly, "I dreamed about him."

"He...? Who is he?" Blake reacted as soon as he asked, but the boy continued: "I dreamed of meeting him...everything in the Forbidden Forest...the part of the Forbidden Forest is very clear ...and then Durmstrang's experience. He finally spoke to me and asked me what was going on. He seemed surprised too, as surprised as I was, and neither of us knew what it meant... By the way, we are all wrapped with red silk threads..."

Harry stopped suddenly, as if thinking of something, the expression on his face was uncertain.Professor Black didn't know the meaning of what he dreamed, but his inner displeasure deepened.He was about to say something cruel, but was interrupted by Harry: "Does anyone already know that I didn't die?"

"...No, I haven't told them yet."

"Then when are you going to tell them?"

"Actually, I don't intend to tell them." Professor Black shrugged, he bent down and pressed his arm, his face was close, his eyebrows were downcast, "What's the good of telling them? Let them think that you have It’s better to die, it’s more conducive to our actions.”

"Then you don't plan to tell the main soul?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"No. I don't want to share it with him... No, he just wants to kill you. Wouldn't it be better to make him think you're dead?"

"Aren't you the same? Don't you also want to kill me?" Harry was a little confused. He felt that Voldemort became a little weird after waking up, and his various words and behaviors were full of mysteries, which made him Can't help but be vigilant.

He must have some purpose.Perhaps, Harry thought, he was trying to use himself for something.

"I think it might be more beneficial to keep you." Professor Black thought, "I have an idea..."

Sure enough, there is a purpose.Harry confirmed his suspicions.In any case, he had to try his best to fight for some benefits for himself.

"I need you to help me kill him." His voice was unrecognizable, but the words were so shocking that Harry didn't even realize it.

"He...? Who?"

"The main soul."

Harry was stunned. Is this the beginning of internal strife?Or is there some conflict between them... He asked uncertainly: "You want to replace him?"

"That's for sure. Even though I used to be a part of him, I still have thoughts, and I don't want to follow his orders all the time."

"Then do you want to kill him, or devour him?" Harry asked cautiously, some thoughts flashing through his mind.

"...Thinking of it this way, it's better to devour him. After all, this body is not my own, and it's a bit awkward to use." Professor Black nodded and accepted his suggestion.

"Why don't you assassinate him yourself, I think the success rate may be higher—"

"No, we all know each other too well, I'm afraid we already know what to do before we even make a move." He shook his head, rubbed his fingers unconsciously and twirled the hair on the side of his ear, as if smoothing out a gust of wind, "Let me think Think about the things that need to be prepared for the devouring of the soul - the devourer and the devoured, a complex magic circle and some specific sacrifices... These are not difficult, but this ceremony is easy to break, as long as the magic circle is destroyed Forced to terminate... I will consider this in the future, all you need to do now is to lurk beside him, gain his trust, and look for opportunities."

"Hey, are you planning to let me pretend to be a Death Eater? Let me tell you, it will be revealed soon..."

"If you listen to me, you won't be exposed. I don't need you to pretend to be a new Death Eater, it's too slow, and it's easy to be suspicious. I'll find a suitable knockout from among the original Death Eaters. He, let you pretend to be him." Professor Black seemed to be satisfied with his plan, and touched Harry's hair for the first time, and Harry felt even more hopeless.This plan seems more prone to error, doesn't it? !

☆, meet

It was originally a smooth summer vacation as usual, workers went to work, children stayed at home to watch TV, wealthy families went out to travel, and Diagon Alley was as usual full of Hogwarts students who came to buy school supplies and their parents.

But this morning, Ron dared to say, something was wrong, something terrible was coming, from the overcast sky.

When countless owls flew from the printing office of the "Daily Prophet" to every corner, bringing the latest issue of the newspaper to subscribers, a panic and battle had already begun.The secretaries sitting in the office, the mothers putting their children to sleep in the baby room, and the frustrated men who fell into the bar and got drunk, they can't escape the darkness of this comeback.As the newspaper headlines put it—

"A new war has begun, a new era is coming, and everyone needs to make a choice, whether to continue to follow the decadent old system, or to follow the new king, this will determine your future."

There was a polarizing scene at 12 Grimmauld Place at this time.Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and others sat on the sofa and studied the "Daily Prophet" with serious faces, without saying a word.And the children next to them had already exploded.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe Harry is dead!" Ron yelled, trying to hide his fear.

"I don't believe it either! Harry wouldn't die so easily!" The Weasley twins also expressed their unacceptability.

"But... this picture..." Hermione bit her lower lip hesitantly.

"Photos can be faked! These newspapers will do anything to attract people's attention!"

"You're talking about those low-level gossip publications, right? The Daily Prophet is the most authoritative newspaper. It wouldn't do that."

"Hey, what do you mean? Is that all you want Harry to die?"

"Ron!" snapped Mr. Weasley, crumpling the Daily Prophet with trembling hands.Ron fell heavily on the sofa, folded his hands, his eyes were red.

"But I just don't think he's dead...he can't be dead..." He muttered.

Mr. Weasley patted him on the shoulder with a sigh and fell silent.Fred looked at Dumbledore as if asking for help. The latter had put down the newspaper at this time, with an unclear expression.

"Professor, do you think this news from the Daily Prophet is true?"

"It's hard to tell whether it's true or not, but this photo should be real." Dumbledore and Snape glanced at each other, the latter coughed pretentiously, and said in a low voice: "From what I saw As far as I'm concerned, that's probably true."

"What did you see? What did you see?" Sirius asked aloud.

"I saw the Dark Lord let Regulus hold Harry's body for everyone to witness his death. He walked around, and the boy was motionless, and it looked like he was really dead." said Nepe coldly.

"What you see must be true? Maybe he's just in a coma!" Sirius still refused to show weakness.

"I don't think the Dark Lord would have lied about it, he didn't have to make up a death because he could have done it."

"Really, you defend the mysterious person every sentence, are you also very happy that this happened?"

"I'm just thinking about this problem calmly, not recklessly and stupidly relying on groundless fantasies like you!" Snape also raised his voice, and the two glared at each other with hatred, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, and the atmosphere was tense for a while. dignified.

"Okay, Sirius, Severus, you all sit down... How Harry is doing now, I think only one person knows." Dumbledore took out the locket and put it on the table, tapping gently He knocked on the table, "Riddle, you should be very clear, right?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the exquisite locket shining under the light, the locket shook, and a figure came out.

Riddle leaned back on the couch, hands casually resting on his knees.He looked more illusory, and his face was paler, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.

He pressed the center of his brows, his voice a little hoarse: "He's still alive."

"Yeah!" The cheers almost burst through the roof, Ron and Hermione jumped up excitedly before they could wipe away the tears from their eyes, Lupine and Sirius clapped their hands and laughed, Mr Weasley and McGonagall also showed relief , Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, how do you know he's still alive?" Someone suddenly asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, why do you know?" After the ecstasy, they focused their attention on the boy again, and only then did they remember Riddle's identity, and their expressions became a little weird.

"There is a contractual relationship between me and him. If he dies, I will definitely know." He said slowly, lowering his eyelashes, and lowered his voice for the last half of the sentence. There was no one except Dumbledore who was sitting nearby. Can hear clearly, "...and he can't die."

"Contract? What contract?" They looked at each other.

"Life and death contract." Riddle did not continue to explain, he slowly stood up, overlooking the Order of the Phoenix below, "I don't expect you to believe me right away, after all, even Harry, it took a few months at the beginning Get to know me again. And there is only one thing I want to say now. We must believe in ourselves and Harry. At this time, we should be more united and not let the enemy disintegrate us from the inside. We can not only rely on ourselves, And each other's backs."

At that time, they didn't know what these words meant, and they didn't know what kind of crisis they would face.For them, this is just an ordinary preaching, not even a preaching.

Not even the speaker himself is aware of it.

He was lying on the ground staring blankly at the ceiling, the wind howled outside the window, and the huge tree was blown toppled, so the mottled light and shadow of the whole world passed over his head, and all fell to another world.He suddenly felt that nothing was moving, but that he was falling to the other end.

He was obviously in a stable room, but he had an illusion of collapse, reverse flow, and rapid decomposition. He felt that he was about to fall into the valley and be smashed to pieces. He was covered in cold sweat from fright, but when he opened his eyes, there was still a peaceful , I heard the man's steady breathing next to my ear.

Harry closed his eyes.Gradually, the sound was stripped away from his ears, and the sense of touch slowly dissipated. He felt that he was rising, into a blank field, and the surroundings were empty, and he could not even see the shadow.He sat quietly in a blank space, and a figure appeared not far away.He recognized who that person was, quickly stood up and ran towards him, shouting: "Riddle!"

The man turned his head, his face was as calm and cold as ever.Seeing him running, he stood up and stretched out his hands to hold him in his arms.Harry wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He didn't care if it was real or not, even if it was a hallucination, he wanted to stay for a second longer to suppress the thoughts that spewed out of him.

But the longer he hugged him, he could feel the loneliness and helplessness in his heart. The emptiness that could be broken at the touch of a touch made him want to hold on to him, but he was afraid of waking up from his dream.

"Harry," he whispered, letting go of him, "are you all right?"

Harry raised his head to look at him, his black eyes shrank like polar night, and like a large piece of pure black marble, freezing the secret of the night sky.

"I... I'm fine."

"Oh, then can you tell me how it is?" His hand stroked his face and lightly rested on his shoulder.

"I……"

"They probably thought you were dead, so has your survival been discovered?"

"It was discovered." He replied honestly.

"Then what are they going to do?" Riddle slowly tidied the hair around his ears, smoothing it with his fingertips.Harry felt itchy.

"He didn't tell anyone."

"Who is he?" The finger that was stroking the broken hair tightened suddenly, which made Harry feel pain for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

"It's Professor Black. He found out that I'm fine..." Harry was interrupted before he could finish speaking. The boy's expression was distorted, almost vicious, like a jackal who had been offended.

☆, cascading effects

"Did he touch you?" he asked, speaking quickly.

"what?"

"Did he kiss you, like I kissed you?" His hand slid down to hold his hand, pulling it so tightly that it seemed to break his finger bones.

"Riddle, you..."

"Don't ask me how I know, of course I know myself very well." Riddle leaned over and kissed him from the side, he stretched out his hand to hold the back of his head to prevent him from struggling, the tip of his tongue was roughly squeezed in and sucked crazily.Harry thought the kiss would last a long time, but he bit his lower lip hard, and left after a while.

"Can his kiss make you so distracted?" He gently touched his lips, put his chin on his slender fingers, and lifted his face slightly, "You probably don't know, when you kiss, your hands always You will hold it tightly subconsciously, as if you are very nervous, as if you are afraid that I will eat you... It is also when you do it, it is always special..."

"Stop it, Riddle!" Harry couldn't bear it anymore and took a step back, breaking free from his restraints.

"You'd better not let him touch you, Harry. Otherwise, when I get you back, I'll lock you up somewhere only I know, and make up every bit of it." He ignored it Harry took a step forward and continued to speak in a low voice. The voice was like a devil from hell grinding his teeth and sucking blood by his ears, which made people shudder.

"That's enough Riddle, I don't want to hear it!" Harry took another step back. He turned around and wanted to leave, but found that he was surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness without any reference. He seemed to be spinning in circles after running for a long time. Was caught back.

"Do you want to run away, Harry? How dare you run away? Have you forgotten your oath...do you regret it?" He hugged his waist tightly from behind, rubbing his lips against his neck.Feeling the boy trembling slightly, trying to struggle, he bit his neck angrily, and Harry gasped in pain, struggling even harder.

"Let me go! Tom Riddle!"

"No, I won't let you go... I won't let you go even if I die. You are my boy, you can't run away from me, Harry... Do you think you can escape? You can't even die You can't die, why do you think you were able to resurrect from the death curse this time?"

Hearing his terrifying but somewhat gentle voice, Harry trembled even more. He knew that his conjecture would soon be verified, the mystery of his immortality...

"...Do you remember those four sentences? Two of our promises to each other are the same. We both promise not to abandon each other, and this abandonment includes the mind and body. So you can't die before me, I Neither. Life and death are the greatest abandonment, Harry... unless