Doomed to be an enemy

Compared with the last visit, the pitch-black cave has an uneasy dark atmosphere.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, and the locket on his chest remained silent.It seemed that the locket had been quiet since the night of the magical ceremony.Even if Harry untied the bag and asked him about Voldemort's whereabouts a few hours ago, there was no response, no sound, no presence—if it wasn't for the image of this cave that suddenly flooded into his mind, he almost thought it had become Ordinary jewelry.

This heightened Harry's suspicions that perhaps Voldemort had been seriously injured?Even the locket was affected... The speculum given by Moody in his pocket was silently vibrating the flesh on the outside of his thigh, suggesting the existence of the dark wizard.The sweet and wet smell of the sea water made the temperature here extremely low. He used several warming spells on himself to feel his hands and feet not so cold.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Under the blue and white cold light, the cave entrance where the rubble collapsed in the cliff disappeared.

"I hope it's still the same as before..."

With a grunt, Harry took out a silver dagger from the back of his waist—it was a Christmas present from Hermione—and cut the palm of his left hand. The sharp pain made him frown and pressed against the stone wall.

Harry felt the rocks beneath him squirming, and his palms felt hot—the blood seeped in, and then a chilly breath pierced through his body, as if he was confirming something.Harry tensed his muscles; he had already noticed that the magic was different from the last time he was with Dumbledore.

"damn it."

The cave trembled, and Harry felt the suction disappear under his palm, and immediately pulled back.In the field of vision, pieces of stone fell off the cliff, and a few minutes later, the cave entrance that had collapsed was revealed.The disgusting smell of black magic and the humidity of the lake gushed out of it—

opened?

Harry stared at it all, and walked in slowly.

Immediately, the coldness rushed into the body from the soles of the feet, and the black mist formed by black magic filled the air instead of the cold air.Harry smelled blood, and the light of his wand swept down to his feet, only to find that the blood was so red and black that it continued behind a huge stone——

"Voldemort?"

Harry opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to hear his own weak and small voice.The traces of blood have passed for a long time, so what is behind the stone?A badly wounded wizard?Or a corpse?The latter guess took Harry's breath away, as long as he thought of Voldemort dead, his heart would have a moment - as if suspended in the air.

There was silence, and no one answered him.

Harry took a deep breath and walked slowly to the stone.The smell of blood grew stronger, and Harry became alarmed - and then he saw the corner of the black robe, soaked and dried with blood.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The hoarse voice was accompanied by a deadly green light, and Harry backed away abruptly, the hem of his robes out of sight—but he couldn't mistake the hissing tone: "Voldemort? Are you still alive?"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Harry had never heard such a cold and dangerous voice from Voldemort, and the other party neither answered nor attacked.But he bet that as long as he stepped over, he would definitely be hit by a dozen spells.

"Are you hurt?" Harry asked tentatively.

It was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own breathing.The smell of blood became stronger - this made Harry a little worried, he said half-threateningly: "Voldemort, don't force me to use the Imprisonment Curse on you."

Gritting his teeth, Harry rushed out suddenly——as expected, a dazzling green light struck again, and he avoided it almost in embarrassment. It only hit the stone, and heard horrible cracks spreading from it. In the darkness, Harry could barely see a figure, and silent and ominous spells came one after another, "Bang!" "Bang!"——no When it stopped, a stone exploded, "There are many obstacles!" Harry didn't dare to stay in one place for more than one breath - he still remembered that there was a lake full of ghouls behind him, and he was more cautious when dodging.

"What's wrong with you!?"

Harry cursed loudly, the smell of blood in the air was so strong that it made people sick, he couldn't help but guess how much blood the other party had shed. "The cage appears——!"

The scorching golden halo exploded in the darkness, lighting up the field of vision, and also illuminating Voldemort's pale and flat snake face. Ominous blood-red blood vessels protruded from the skin, extending from the face and neck to the inside of the clothes like vines.His scarlet eyes stared furiously at the stunned Harry—

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The blood-red incantation carried a bloody smell, "Turn the direction!" The incantation brushed against Harry's arm, and the latter broke out in a cold sweat.

"asshole!"

Harry tightened the Captive Charm mercilessly, anger flashed in his emerald green eyes, Voldemort was obviously seriously injured, and his magic power was not as abundant as before.Mentally, the two seemed to be fighting hand to hand, and Harry felt the other's consciousness struggling desperately.

They were like two wooden stakes, it took a long time to move at the same time——

The sound of spell bombing was heard continuously in the cave, and the stone walls of the dome collapsed and large pieces of stone rolled down into the lake.Harry didn't use his unique fire magic, and Voldemort didn't summon the Inferi.Until there was less and less space for them to stand on, Harry pounced like a leopard—the two fell into the icy lake with a plop, Harry clasped his waist tightly, and grabbed him with the other hand. The opponent's wand!

Countless pairs of withered hands reached out to them in the underwater darkness, and the corpses in the entire lake woke up!

Strands of blood spread from Voldemort's back. He struggled vigorously, and the protruding blood vessels on his face were twisted even more horribly by the water flow.Harry's mind was almost blank.The magic power in the body felt the extinguished black magic breath in the lake in all directions, and the scorching and restless magic power boiled almost unprecedentedly, but soon, this boiling was extinguished, and the body in his arms was like a piece of ice. The wisps of cold air neutralized the dry heat of the magic power.Harry unconsciously hugged them tightly, and before the Inferi could touch them, he held out his wand—

The golden flames fell into the Inferi mass, the pull on them loosened, and suddenly, Voldemort's pale hands strangled his neck, and the pressure on the eardrums suddenly increased—they were rising, and the slender fingers were also Gradually exerting force.After suddenly rushing out of the water, Harry's face flushed red, his emerald green eyes were even more beautiful with anger, a moment of hesitation flashed across Voldemort's face, and he started to snatch his wand.

"!—"

However, the hand holding the two wands suddenly lifted up, and their wands were thrown into the darkness farther away, and the magic power covered all traces. "Potter! Are you crazy!?" Voldemort was stunned, and he loosened his hold on Harry, who quickly broke free. "I'm crazy!——" The cold seeped in from the wet clothes, Harry spat out choking water, and his angry voice echoed in the cave: "I saw you besieged by the bloody blood, I left everything , Apparating a France in the middle of the night just to make sure you're still alive!"

Harry tugged at the other man's robe from his chest, which brought the distance between them closer: "Obviously, you're still alive enough to duel with me!"

His rapid breathing sent air between the two of them.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were dazedly reflected into those beautiful emerald green eyes, Harry was like an angry flaming lion, white mist rose from his scorching young skin, they were so close, it made his heart beat a little Strangely, he said softly: "Seeing me alive, does it disappoint you?"

"This is really bad!"

Harry smiled coldly, pushed him away and swam to the shore. Voldemort's slender fingers grabbed him, "You seem to have forgotten something," "Let me go!"

A low hissing voice whispered, "Wand!"

"Let's talk ashore."

"Damn it, I'm assuming you know what's in the water."

"Fire suppresses them. I assume you've learned to swim."

……

When the two of them climbed ashore in a panic, Harry was so tired that he almost had no strength left. Voldemort was similar - in fact Harry calmed down halfway through, only remembering the fact that he was injured.The air was so cold it could almost freeze.At this time, footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the cave——

"A vampire?"

Harry's pupils shrank, and in the darkness he heard the squeak of bats.Suddenly a silence broke between the two, and then Voldemort's gritted teeth sounded in his ears: "It's worse than that, didn't you know to lock the door when you came in? Savior—now, wand!" Harry was silent Using the Flying Charm to recall the wands of the two, Voldemort's hand on his shoulder was icy cold, "Is it the enemy who besieged you last time? I mean you are injured, we have to get out of here."

"Us?" In the darkness, Voldemort seemed to be chewing out a second meaning for the word. "An anti-apparition spell has been used here, and it can't be undone in such a short time." "Then find another way!" Harry forced himself to calm down, "Did you bring the alchemy pendant I gave you last time? "

"Potter," Voldemort whispered menacingly, "the Dark Lord has no fear."

"So you brought it?" Harry turned around calmly, and put his hand into the other's neckline. Voldemort's cold body suddenly became hard as a stone. Before he stopped the wanton hand, Harry had already touched the little one. The metal piece, the chain is very short—the two breathed intertwinedly, Harry tapped the alchemy rune on it with the tip of his wand, and suddenly a place clearly appeared in each other's heads—the golden rune halo spread out , Before the black bat at the entrance of the cave flew in, it closed and disappeared instantly.

In the dead of night, a long-lost light came on in a house in Enfield that did not exist on the map.The house is not very luxurious, just ordinary decoration, but dense runes are engraved on the walls, windows, and doors. The arrival of the two masters caused dust to rise here.

"So, that's where the above connects."

Voldemort sensed that something was wrong, the strong magic magnetic field blocked the external induction, and infinitely suppressed the use of magic.To put it simply, it is the prohibition of magic.If he didn't know the origin of the pendant, he almost thought it was a trap.Glancing in disgust at the dust in the air, it took more magic for Voldemort to clear the dust.This made his face even uglier.

"Afraid?"

Harry gave a defiant look.A flame was lit in the dark fireplace.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing a terrible truth.Obviously, Harry, as the designer, was exempted from the suppression of magic power, so the impact of this house can only be suffered by outsiders. "Sometimes you don't look like a Gryffindor at all." Harry sneered back, and after using several warming spells and drying spells, the two of them finally stood here without getting wet.

But this did not make the Dark Lord feel at ease in the slightest.

The feeling of the magic being overpowering sucks.When Harry took out a box of potions from the cabinet and walked over, he subconsciously became alert.

"Potion."

Voldemort said blankly, "I'll do it myself."

With slender fingers, he calmly unbuttoned the wizard's robe. The man's skin was thin and pale, and he looked very cold.Harry remembered the feeling of the other person touching him, and quietly strengthened the magic power of the Warming Charm. "Do I need to avoid it?"

"That would be great." Voldemort smiled sarcastically, "Will you?"

"No." Harry said flatly.

After taking off his robe, the man's bare back was covered with bloodstains from his left shoulder to his right waist.Harry gasped, "How did you get hurt so badly!?" He immediately regretted forcing him to swim in the cave—it must have hurt, and this damn Slytherin would never admit it.

Voldemort didn't answer, he seemed to want to use the Levitation Charm to send the bottle behind him, but as soon as he moved, blood dripped from the wound, "I'll do it." Harry walked over to pick up the bottle, Voldemort raised his eyebrows and looked at him for a while, Only then nodded reluctantly. "They came with fifteen masters."

he said suddenly.It took a few seconds before Harry realized he was answering his own question.

"I saw."

Harry whispered a spell to clear the dirt from the wound, poured the healing potion into his hand and pressed it on the wound—it was as cold as he imagined.thought Harry.Then the skin touched the magic power belonging to Voldemort in the blood, and suddenly, the hot and restless magic power in his body gradually subsided like a fire, and the long-lost peace and comfort almost made him groan.

Harry was taken aback, and it took almost all of his willpower - and the hideous wound in front of him - to hug him without feeling hot.

——like being in a lake.

Harry endured the magnetic pole of his skin and tried to distract himself.He remembered what happened when they hugged each other in the lake.He thought, he couldn't let Voldemort see anything unusual, Harry breathed lightly, barely daring to use force in the action of applying the medicine.And during this process, Voldemort didn't make a sound of pain.

"The results of it?"

"I won." Voldemort's voice was a little strange, as if his breathing was a little short, "The one that hurt me was blown to pieces by the spell." That tone was a bit regretful—obviously it wasn't enough to satisfy him.Harry didn't know what he was talking about. Struggles appeared in his emerald green eyes, and the scorching magic power in his whole body clamored to touch this body as much as possible. Harry was sweating profusely, forcing himself to heal while taking the medicine. The spell, his searing magic, made Voldemort's muscles tense, especially very low behind the wound.

The murmur of "quick recovery" made the wound with dark power slowly squirm, and Harry didn't notice the sweat gradually oozing from the skin under his palm.

"Potter—" Voldemort growled angrily, but stopped and didn't say any more.

"All right."

Harry took a few steps back almost immediately, leaving the cold skin, and the magic power in his body boiled up again.In the field of vision, Voldemort's pale hands grabbed the robe and put it on his body - the wound on his back was half healed - looking at him with an inquiring gaze.