the Gambler

All around are pure black stone walls, only one side has torches, and the firelight is very weak, which makes the whole dungeon gloomy.Harry's limbs were flat on the cold marble floor, the side effects of the Cruciatus Curse were still lingering, and there was not a single muscle that was not sore.Thinking of Bellatrix's smirking face made him sick.

He could feel the fluid coming from his nose, uncontrollable like the flu.is blood.A steady stream of blood.Harry tried to wipe them off, but his fingers were weak.He didn't know how long it had passed, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake. The continuous torture made him numb, and he couldn't feel anything.His throat was dry and aching, and the smell of rust rushed into his nostrils.The smell of rotting corpses in the air only made the situation worse.He closed his eyes, hoping it was all just a nightmare.

It seemed that it didn't take long before a dazzling light hit his body.Harry tilted his head and blurted out a curse on reflex.There were annoying mocking sounds from around, he complained again, and opened his eyelids with difficulty, the bright white light made him flinch uncontrollably.

There were many figures shaking in front of him, but he couldn't see clearly.

A pair of hands stretched out towards him, squeezing his wrist with such force that it could crush a human bone.The previous pain was linked to the present, and Harry couldn't help but cry out in pain.Sweat dripped from his forehead densely, he became thirstier, and then his laughter became louder.

"It's kind of rough, isn't it, Bella?" said the unfamiliar male voice triumphantly.He also reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist, much stronger than Bellatrix's.Harry could feel that the skin where it touched was particularly rough and calloused, obviously the result of years of fighting.The opponent was a battle-hardened Death Eater.

"I didn't know you would consider the prisoner's feelings, so charming, Rabastan." Bella's tone was full of venom.

"Of course not. Potter is different, you know as well as we do, the master doesn't want him to take extra damage." Labastan said, "he is waiting in the hall now, if Potter dares to fight in front of the master Little Report, I'm pretty sure it's not a Cruciatus Curse. You just can't learn it, can you?"

"This little bastard is not that special!" Bellatrix said angrily, but still loosened the restraint on her hand, "After the master defeats Potter, he will kill him himself."

"I don't think so," said Labastine cheerfully. "Have you been blinded by admiration? My dear sister, we all know that the master is telling the truth. He will not take Potter's life, and may shut him down." I can’t tell for a lifetime.” Rabasta stopped, slowly closed his fingers and glanced at the boy’s bruised body, and said in a low voice, “Do you think soul mates are real?”

Bellatrix let out a high-pitched, high-pitched laugh that lasted so long that one wondered if she would be out of breath.After a while, she reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a wheeze, "Soul mate? Seriously, Rabastan, you actually believe this?"

"The master seems to believe it."

"He's just too lazy to correct your misunderstanding," Bellatrix said confidently. "There is no soul mate, I can tell you seriously. Even if there is, that person is me, not the Potter boy."

Labastan let out a sneer.

"This is the funniest thing I've heard today, Bella, and maybe I can use it as an adjustment in the days to come."

Bellatrix quickly pulled out her wand and gave Rabastan a tarantella. The man grabbed Harry's hand and twisted violently. Soon, he let go of Harry and danced wildly on the ground .The witch burst out laughing again, raised her wand and cast the spell again.Labastan glared at Bellatrix panting, not intending to continue thinking about it.

"Don't waste time. Hurry up and bring the Potter boy to the master. I don't want to feel the Cruciatus Curse." Before Rabastan's hand touched Harry, the boy who had been silent and pretended not to care about the surrounding situation suddenly Shaking off Bellatrix's hand, he yelled 'split', and the brick wall next to him exploded, and the sky was filled with gravel and dust.Bellatrix covered her face and waved her wand wildly. Beams of various colors flew in the air. Harry moved his heavy feet carefully to avoid a beam of green light shooting at him, and his heart was pounding.The absence of a wand makes the two-on-one situation very difficult.

Plus he was exhausted.

Labastan grabbed Bellatrix's arm and reprimanded Bellatrix loudly: "Is there something wrong with your brain? The master said you can't hurt Potter! If the Killing Curse hits just now, we will all die! You want to commit suicide Don't pull me either!"

Harry let go of the heart that had been hanging all the time, and hid in a corner.Trembling fingertips dug into the robes, trying to find what the search had missed, but there was nothing.He sighed indistinctly, it seemed that the Death Eaters were really guarded against themselves this time.

The hard fight just now had exhausted all his strength, his body shook a bit, and he leaned against the cold stone wall to barely stand.The entire dungeon was quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed extremely heavy.Harry pressed his cheek against the wall, and the burning sensation slowly subsided, and he felt numb where he touched it.The temples are still throbbing, but much better.He let out a sigh of relief carefully.

Then there was a rattling sound overhead.The sound of boot heels hitting the floor.

Harry looked up in despair, and the last person he wanted to see - Voldemort - appeared at the dungeon door.

"Report the situation." Voldemort ordered calmly.

"Potter—"

Labastan slammed Bellatrix hard, interrupting the other's grumbling.Standing upright, he leaned forward and bowed to Voldemort, speaking equally calmly: "Potter has distracted us by casting his wandless magic. He is about to be captured now, master."

"Oh?" Voldemort drawled lazily, his blood-red eyes scanning the entire dark cellar, stopping at the spot where Harry was hiding.

Somehow, Voldemort discovered his own existence.He clenched his fists and stared at the opponent's eyes that were still bright in the darkness.Then, Voldemort raised his hand, and Harry's speed was even faster. He quickly chanted the spell in his heart, and a large group of black bats gliding and approaching Voldemort. The latter flicked his wrist, and the white net wrapped all the bats and pulled them back. Tight, the creaking sound of cracking bones made one's hairs tremble all over.

It was difficult to deal with the opponent in the dark without revealing his actions. Harry was not a genius, and the Batman spell just now was the most skillful and lethal of all his silent and wand spells.He once again conjured up a group of bats and rushed towards Voldemort. This time, a ball of flames blocked the man directly, and the black body fell to the ground.

Voldemort smiled lightly and raised his wand, his eyes sparkling: "Harry is coming."

A force similar to a port key hooked Harry's body, and he flew towards Voldemort's open arms uncontrollably. Harry arched his fingers and gave up struggling, waiting for the contact time to give the other party a smug look. Double damage to the face.Voldemort seemed to have seen Harry's plan, and he shook his wrist again, and the rope bound the boy's hands together.Harry's whole body fell into Voldemort's arms. He bared his teeth angrily and tried to bite down on the man's nose. Voldemort leaned back, took an apple from his pocket and stuck it in the boy's mouth.

"Really cute, Harry, bite?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Hope you won't use that attack on someone else."

"Dead indeed," said Harry vaguely, still thrashing about in Voldemort's arms.

"Although I like your performance, it's not now." Voldemort looked away from Harry, turned to face his shocked men, and his voice became extremely cold again, "I hope you can repair the cellar and don't let others The prisoner ran away. Fortunately, I have made special settings for each prison-" He paused, snapped his fingers in front of Harry, and the boy quickly stopped struggling and fell asleep.Voldemort continued, "Kill all the other members of the Order of the Phoenix in the dungeon, understand?"

"Yes." Labastan and Bellatrix answered in unison.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, turned and left the cellar. Before going out, he turned his head and glanced at Bellatrix: "Oh, and Bella—" the witch looked up at Voldemort, blushing with excitement, " I know that you are responsible for all these damages, and I will not allow this kind of disobedience to happen again next time."

Bellatrix showed a look of abandonment, and Labastan couldn't help but sneered.

"There won't be another time," Bellatrix said awkwardly.

"Very good." Voldemort lifted Harry's unconscious body up, turned around and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Labastan rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "It seems that Potter is indeed the master's soul mate, so interesting."

When Harry woke up again, his face was pressed against the uneven stone slab. Unlike the feeling in the dungeon, his body was no longer so rigid.If it wasn't for the current posture, he would have thought that he had just been pulled out of the warm blanket.He turned over and opened his sleepy eyes to stare blankly at the ornately decorated ceiling.

"I hope you've had a good night's sleep, Potter." Voldemort's icy voice jolted Harry awake.He jumped up from the floor, glaring at each other viciously.Still the same snake face, which Voldemort seemed to prefer to use in front of the Death Eaters.Out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught a glimpse of people in the room, all of them with expressions of excitement or awe, as if they were very used to this face.

"Speak frankly," Voldemort said contentedly, raising his wand and pointing at Harry's chest. "Duel me like a true warrior, Harry Potter."

"Oh?" Harry tilted his head. "I don't remember talking with a wand when I was honest."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you that this is the habit of the Death Eaters. It is necessary to do as the Romans do, Potter." Voldemort opened his hands, and all the Death Eaters' wands pointed at the boy, "Or do you like to talk with everyone?" ?”

Smug titters erupted from the crowd.Harry squinted his eyes and glanced around, elongated his face in disgust, Voldemort raised his slender arms, and the laughter died down immediately.He straightened up and approached Harry, his robes dragging on the floor.Voldemort lowered his head slightly, and Harry found himself bent down by a force. He could only hear the man's triumphant voice above his head: "Now, we can formally duel, Harry Potter. Let me To correct the wrongs of all the Death Eaters, it is my carelessness that causes you to escape from me again and again, not that you have more power than me," he emphasized the last word, "I will beat you."

"Really, completely beat you."

"I've waited a long time for this day, Voldemort," said Harry loudly.

"Yes, we've all been looking forward to it for a long time." Voldemort took out the elder wand from his arms and threw it to Harry, who caught it easily and frowned. "Let me see if you with the Elder Wand are qualified to fight against me."