Doomed to be an enemy

The only sound in the quiet corridor was the whistling of torches, which made everything a bit creepy.

Harry suddenly felt someone staring at him.That eerie feeling like a snake crawling on his skin, a chill bubbling up from the bottom of his heart, only conscious of his instinctive trembling - Harry resisted the urge to look more believable. "Hi, I mean, are you Darren?"

"You, no, him."

A hoarse, terrifying voice that seemed to come from the ground said slowly.It seemed to be extremely laborious, and Harry heard a gasp in it.

"Mr. Darren..."

Harry froze, suddenly overwhelmed when the speculation became real.

"This is Harry, no, I mean your voice?"

"Leave, here." The shadow on the ground is flowing, it seems to be alive, flowing like a snake.The hoarse, undead-like voice faded away.

"No, don't go—" Harry said subconsciously, "I want to help you, is there anything I can do?"

The feeling of being watched suddenly became stronger. If there was no one around, he almost felt that someone was pacing and looking around him.

"You can't do anything."

The sound was much closer this time, but the surrounding air was still empty.Harry gritted his teeth, "No, I can help you get out of here."

After hesitating for a moment, Harry still said, "I am willing to atone for his crime."

The air suddenly condensed into ice, and the cold seemed to take away all the heat. Visible frost began to spread on the walls of the castle, and the fire was dimmed—needless to say, the wrath of the undead could be felt.

"Replace...?" "Replace!" "What's your relationship with him!?"

The almost inhuman roar condensed into echo-like overlapping sounds, shaking the windows and rinsing.The shadows on the ground flowed into a human shape, and Harry had never felt anything so evil—yes, evil.It was an intense, almost substantial darkness.Harry forced himself to stand here and said in a clear, trembling voice, "Mr. Cruel and ruthless bastard. But I can't just give up, you shouldn't be imprisoned here, even if it's very sorry, I still want to say, I am willing to atone for him."

Shadows circulated around, a cold feeling like tarsal maggots, there were bursts of crazy screams and sneers in his ears, Harry couldn't help his scalp tingling, the floor exploded with a bang bang bang bang, covered with iron thorns Black thorns protruded from the ground, slapped the walls and ceiling, and wandered around him maliciously.

"what are you doing!"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Harry turned his head abruptly.But seeing the brown-haired Darren standing there with an ugly face, "You—" Something pierced the air next to his ear, and the slight hiss made Harry's hairs stand on end for a moment!Relying on the agility of a Seeker, it dodged to the side, and the thorns leaped into the air and slammed on the stone wall—a large cracked flower bloomed!

The warlock cursed, stepped forward and grabbed his arm roughly—it felt as cold as ice—the rumbling sound exploded in his ears, and large swaths of shadow flooded down like a flood, and the angry roar from the soul was deafening.

"Run!"

The unquestionable strength made Harry run involuntarily, and the vicious whispers and wild laughter followed closely behind them, "What is that?!" Harry realized his mistake, the evil shadow Maybe it's not the master?A dizzying scene flies by - and that's not even Hogwarts.Inside is London in the old century, vast fields, and dangerous forests... The sound of rushing water made Harry unbelievable that the surroundings were Hogwarts not long ago.They were wading one foot deep and one corner shallower along the stream.

The fog in the forest made everything unclear, as if there were only the two of them quietly.Those weird voices and shadows disappeared so abruptly.

Their speed slowed down. "So, you are the real Darren." Harry stopped a few feet away from the other party, and said firmly.

In the scene that flew by just now, he saw the figure of the wizard, and he guessed that it was the memory of the other party.

Harry was stunned by the young man's crisp voice, and only then did he realize that he had changed back to his original appearance.He looked down at his hand, subconsciously took out his wand.

"That's right." Daeron turned around and stared at him scrutinizingly. His pale lips were drawn into a straight line, and he let go of his hand.Harry rubbed his sore arm: "I seem to be causing you trouble."

"Are you alive or dead?" Daeron asked.

"Why do you ask that?" said Harry.After the moment just now, he was obviously more cautious.Daelon saw this but remained calm: "Didn't you ask what that was just now?" There was a sarcasm in his light blue eyes, "That's another me, only the dead can come here, the only living People, it can only be him." Harry saw the deep hatred and indifference in his eyes, which made him speechless for a while.

His heart seemed to be gripped by something, and Harry tried his best not to tremble: "I'm alive."

Daeron's face froze, and his sharp eyes seemed to see through him.Harry's fingers holding the wand were almost convulsed with tension. The other party's eyes fell on it, and then he eased his expression: "You are not him." After a pause, he continued, "But you are actually a living person?"

This is the world of consciousness, to be exact, the world in the wizard's memory. Harry wasn't lying, he could feel it.

It made his eyes look strange—a kind of hostility and interest, and before he could ask any more questions, Harry said, "Have you been here all this time? I mean, imprisoned or something?" The wizard sneered at this: "Didn't you already see it?"

"Why?" Harry couldn't help asking, "After the wizard dies, shouldn't he go to another world and continue the next journey?"

"You remind me of my brother..."

Daeron stared at him, his pale blue eyes softened for a moment: "He always asks me questions. Yes, normally wizards can go to another world that the living cannot touch, or follow their obsession to stay in the world." This life, but the way forward is always within reach. You can take that as a short break."

Harry couldn't help but think of the ghosts of Hogwarts. Many of them have a history of hundreds of years. Is this also called ephemeral?

Maybe it was because his expression was too obvious, Daeron showed a smile, and he said: "The time of the dead is different from that of the living. Sometimes it can be fast, and sometimes it can be slow. As for me, I should belong to Exception." This should be a gentle person, Harry couldn't help thinking as he watched the smile on his face gradually lose its warmth.

"Only very evil black magic can break this routine. I don't know what it is..." Daeron pursed his lips tightly, "It is closely connected to me, my consciousness is suppressed by that memory and I can't move-no Wrong, it’s the one you went through before.”

Harry's pupils shrank, realizing that what the other party was talking about was an extremely painful death process.

"Mr. Daeron... this is exactly my purpose, please tell me how I can help you?" Daeron shook his head, "I have been thinking about the answer to it since the moment I broke free. This magic is probably only available to spellcasters." Release," he paused, as if he wanted to make himself less disgusted, "and that man named Lord Voldemort would never do that."

The wizard's words made Harry silent. Obviously, the Horcrux bound Daeron's soul for some unknown reason, and used the memory of his murder as a seal, and used soul magic to connect the soul piece with Daeron's soul. .And repentance can free the soul... something seemed wrong, Harry frowned, Voldemort tried to retrieve the Horcrux before, he must have done something.

"Stop talking about this, go to my tree house and sit down, I don't know your name yet."

Harry took two steps back abruptly, making it impossible for Daeron, who was about to take his hand, to grab it. "What's wrong?" Darren looked confused. "I was almost deceived by you." Harry's emerald green eyes were fixed on him, "You look like a living person, not at all like a dead soul. Maybe that's because you have a big heart, but You shouldn't be ignorant of what's on the outside."

Otherwise, Voldemort's consciousness wouldn't be in such a mess.Soul pieces are colliding with each other, these bound undead, really don't know the truth?

No wonder!

"Wonderful reasoning—"

Dai Lun withdrew his hand slowly, his gentle expression gradually became cold and gloomy. "I didn't expect you to figure it out so quickly." The forest disappeared, and they were still standing in the stone corridors of Hogwarts.Thorns surrounded them. "I know what you are here for, and I won't agree." Daeron stood among them indifferently.

"But do you know the consequences of soul collapse?" Harry looked at him without fear, "You will all disappear, that is eternal death."

"But I don't care."

Daelon sneered, "I was killed countless times by him in this place, and that kind of torture has always existed since I was conscious... Remember what I said, the time of the dead can be fast or slow, and the process is magically The magnification has slowed down countless times, and you can't imagine how I can keep my consciousness from collapsing."

He raised his hand to touch these swimming thorns: "Now, it's his turn."

"Is it worth it?"

There was weariness in Harry's green eyes, "You'd rather die with a bastard yourself. You said you had a brother, and if he was here he wouldn't want to see that." "Oh, you almost convinced me." Darren gave a malicious smile, "It's a pity I don't have a brother, that's a lie."

A moment of silence.

"I didn't want to do this - such a crime shouldn't be forgiven." Harry forced a helpless smile, "but I can't just watch him die."

The stone-patterned ceiling gradually distorted and blurred, turning black like an eternal night. A violent storm came from outside, and the air flow howled. The whole castle was crumbling. Daeron showed a surprised look: "What are you going to do?"

Harry was unmoved: "This is the world of consciousness, you are a complete soul, and so am I." "You want to be hard?" Daeron's tone was sharp, "Kill me again?"

"of course not."

Harry smiled calmly, his emerald green eyes bright with determination.