Doomed to be an enemy

In the conscious world, red flames spewed out, lighting up the eternal night.They twisted and burned, as if they could hear countless curses and resentment—this accident silenced the depths of the dark consciousness for a moment, and the flames rushed out of these streams of consciousness in groups, sweeping away in a certain direction.

Seeing countless meteor shower-like flames falling above them, the walls of the castle became blurred like melted wax sculptures.

"You must be crazy..."

Daeron murmured watching all this.The power of that bondage is gradually weakening because of this.

The stream of fire gathered above them like a huge cloud.Harry's palms were sweating, "Maybe, I think so too." He forced a smile, but he couldn't help himself not to be nervous, or to say - scared.The wizard saw this and couldn't help asking: "Do you know what you are doing? Do you know what kind of shackles you have cast on yourself by doing this?"

He wanted to say stop, this has nothing to do with you, he should try his best to persuade this child, not... But Darren found that he couldn't do it, he had been detained here long enough, when the road ahead appeared in front of him again , Only then did I realize how much temptation there is.He can choose to go back to see his relatives, or he can choose to continue the next adventure.With the disappearance of the castle, his consciousness filled with resentment was completely awakened.

"You know, I should be grateful to you..." Daeron came back to his senses and said to Harry, "But it's still the same sentence, I won't forgive him."

"You'll be leaving, won't you?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Yeah, like you said, it's not worth it." Daeron shook his head and muttered.

Harry finally heaved a sigh of relief, and grinned with relief. Only then did the wizard realize that the other party had eyes that were more beautiful than any gemstones. He looked at the mist emerging from there, and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

"Sorry, I really tried my best." Daeron sighed.Harry shook his head, "It's not your fault." The wizard stared at him for a while, and suddenly felt unable to move his eyes away.Oh, that's not okay, he has to go back and see his brother Jason.Darren looked away complicatedly: "Okay, okay, as a reward—" He hesitated for a moment, "I'll help you convince Mrs. Smith." He swallowed, "That's a neurotic madwoman. Merlin's beard, wish me luck."

His figure gradually disappeared.It took Harry a moment to realize that he was talking about the soul in the Hufflepuff Cup - one of the offspring of Hufflepuff murdered by Voldemort using the house-elf Hutch.Sound like they know each other well?Harry shook his head hastily, and looked up with difficulty to see a lake of fire that was almost tens of miles across—it was tremblingly sinking from the center.

"Don't run away, Harry, show your Gryffindor courage—" Harry whispered to himself, in this dark world of consciousness, he stood upright, breathing heavily as he watched the entire lake of fire collapse Come down—the red magic flame burns the crime of killing in nothingness, rushing down relentlessly, rushing towards the master who summoned it in the first place!

Harry's face was pale, he gritted his teeth and endured the instinctive fear bursting from his bones, allowing himself to be swallowed by it...

The chaotic flow of consciousness of the riot did not know when it eased down. Daeron and an obese lady appeared above. The latter looked at the lava-like lake of fire in the depths with lingering fear, "Has the door not been opened yet? I will I don’t want to stay here anymore!” Her voice was distorted by fear, and if she had thought of revenge before, after losing the protective confinement, Mrs. Smith just wanted to escape from this horrible place—— She no longer has the weight to restrain the murderer.

"Quiet, Harry is working on it."

Daeron interrupted her hysteria, staring gloomily at the simmering lake of fire, how evil must a man be to commit so much killing?And why would anyone love such a bastard?

"Oh no! He, he's going to wake up—"

The darkness is becoming orderly, and everything seems to be quiet.This phenomenon terrified the witch.

Daeron said impatiently, "That's the soul repairing itself. Are you a wizard or not?"

The pale Mrs. Smith glared immediately, and said sharply, "How dare you say that?! I am a descendant of Hufflepuff!" Her face flushed with anger, and she completely lost her previous fear.She began to enumerate the deeds of her ancestors and the glory of the Hufflepuff family. Daeron stood aside with a cold face and said nothing.

Until a hole deeper than darkness opened above the lake of fire, the attention of the two dead people immediately stuck to it.

"Go." Darren grabbed the woman's fat wrist, and came to the vicinity almost immediately. The heat wave of the lake of fire was not far from the feet - Mrs. Smith's scream pierced the darkness all the way, followed by a deep rumble reverberates throughout the conscious world.

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Daeron's face was livid, "He's awake! You woke him up!"

Everything in front of my eyes is trembling and blurry—it’s like an earthquake, but I can’t grasp the entrance that is close at hand, as if this road has no end...

Two icy forces entangled them, held them up high, and Mrs. Smith's screaming stopped abruptly. Daeron felt a trembling that went deep into the marrow of his bones, and the force tightened little by little. The consciousness of the soul suddenly realizes a loophole in the unknown magic power. If the death of the soul is eternal and there is no creditor, then there will be no repentance and atonement—the effect of imprisonment seems cruel, but it is actually assume the role of protection.

Voldemort really intended to kill them!

This thought flashed through his heart in despair, and Daeron's mind was in turmoil. What will the soul look like after death?Unknown fear frightened him, Daeron subconsciously wanted to seek courage, and Harry's warm and firm eyes flashed before his eyes——

Dai Lun suddenly woke up, most of his soul had lost consciousness, but he still had one chance—the last chance!

"Harry..."

When Daelen's soul vibrated with this name, the icy power suddenly paused. He knew that he had made the right bet. Daeron showed a victorious and provocative smile at nothingness, and said a word silently:

Harry is looking at you.

Then everything twisted, as if the dark robe was being pulled and fluttered wildly, Voldemort's face was sickly pale, as cold as a marble sculpture, in stark contrast to his slightly curly black hair that looked soft .

Daeron was shocked to find that the man's face was completely different from the distorted face in his memory.The light of the lake of fire left a deep shadow on the side of the straight bridge of the nose, the thin lips were tightly pressed, only the scarlet eyes were filled with frightening anger and killing intent——

The unconsciousness of the soul stopped immediately.

"roll!"

The hideous face quickly disappeared from Darren's sight, and he and Mrs. Smith were roughly thrown where they should go.In his last sight, Voldemort, who seemed to be merged with the darkness, was looking down at the huge lake of fire.

The flamboyant heat wave was scorching astonishingly just as it brushed past, Voldemort's gaze wandered over the lake, as if searching for something, "Harry..." He didn't realize the weakness in it until he said it. Voldemort slowly opened his arms to separate the flames, but in this conscious world everything was under his control, only the lake of fire in front of him remained motionless.

"No..." he murmured softly.

He tried to use the connection between them, which also failed.The connection seemed to be blocked, Voldemort could only vaguely sense the other party's existence, but he didn't know where it was in the lake.His gaze moved again, but nothing seemed to stop him. Voldemort opened his mouth silently, and looked up at the boundless darkness. A feeling of suffocation filled his heart... He lowered his head again Turning his head, staring at the bright red lake of fire, he sneered and jumped down without hesitation.

What flashed in front of him was the life that had died at his hands.

There are wizards, there are Muggles, and there are magical creatures.

The flames scorched the soul—that hurt really, worse than the soul dying. Voldemort curled up in pain, he clenched his teeth and trembled silently, barely half-opening his eyes to look at the bottom of the lake.There were dark red almost blood color everywhere, just like his own eyes.

"Harry—"

The flames rushed into his throat everywhere, and Voldemort let out a muffled snort. Fortunately, the lake of flames was not deep, and soon fell to the bottom of the lake.There were hot and cold burning pain coming from the flames, and there were curses and curses in his ears. Voldemort staggered to his feet, not paying any attention to it.

"Harry..." He shouted almost with all his strength, but it reached his ears extremely softly.

damn it! Voldemort frowned in extreme annoyance, let his convulsed body stretch out, straightened his back and began to search step by step.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here. Voldemort could feel that his scars burned by the flames were being healed by a warm and soothing force, and it even isolated the flames to a certain extent. The metal pendant in his hand - that ancient blessing magic.

Harry...

Voldemort gasped for breath. He would never admit that he would be defeated by the flames born from his murder of that lowly life - or sin, he thought grimly - and he knew very well that Harry was not. Blessed by the magic, it filled his empty heart with a strange emotion, and Voldemort knew very well that he had to find the child.

Just as he was thinking about it, the lake of flames in his field of vision was gradually becoming brighter—oh, this meant that he was approaching the center. Voldemort squinted his sore and burning eyes, and stared at a shadow lying on the bottom of the lake for a long while, before his suddenly dull mind gradually realized what it was——

Harry...

Voldemort hesitated for a few seconds between shouting with his accumulated strength or continuing to move, gritted his teeth and endured the pain that challenged his endurance even more, and chose the latter.

The dark red water of the lake was glowing with golden color representing high temperature, which reminded Voldemort of the same color - Harry's magic.

Well, he'd rather be enchanted like that than touch the flames that made him sick again. Voldemort's face was pale and slightly contorted, because he saw clearly the figure lying at the bottom of the lake.

The boy hugged his knees like a curled up shrimp, his messy hair was floating in the lake of fire, his face was abnormally pale, and so were his lips. Voldemort stared at his frowning eyebrows, clasped his knuckles so hard that his hands were almost white - his heart seemed to be stabbed hard by a long needle, at that moment, Voldemort even had a memory of Blank, feeling nothing else.

"Harry..."

Voldemort said softly, although his voice was hoarse, he slowly bent down and touched the boy's cheek, his pale and thin fingers were like bones in the lake of flames, but the strength on them was not small.Harry had obviously passed out from the pain, and he didn't move when he was lifted up. Voldemort pulled him into his arms with almost force, the boy was not strong, and the body leaning against his arms was incredibly soft.

Voldemort somewhat spurned his own cautiousness, one hand supported the boy's neck, and the other hand passed through the knees to hug him up.

That's light weight.

When he surfaced with the boy in his arms, the whole lake of fire lit up. Voldemort realized what was going to happen, and the entire conscious world trembled with the sudden anger, and he could only watch helplessly as the lake suddenly shrunk into a chain—it was as red as if hot molten iron was attached to it, turning into a chain Light rushed to the boy he held tightly in his arms.

"No!"

He suddenly lowered his upper body to protect the boy in his arms, and unfolded the black robe as if to hide the most precious treasure——

It didn't help, though, the chain went through his back, through his chest and into Harry's body. Voldemort let out a pained snort, only to feel a burning heat in his heart, the temperature almost set his whole consciousness on fire.