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This answer, "It can start with you."

The words were so tactful that they could be described as empathetic, but Harry believed that no one would describe the Dark Lord as empathetic.On the one hand, he suspected that this was Voldemort's new trap, but on the other hand, he couldn't easily give up the great opportunity that came to his door. "Where am I?" He tentatively asked, starting with what he thought was the easiest.

Voldemort's pale and thin face didn't move at all, as if he had expected Harry to ask this question—he slightly raised his hand, and the tip of his wand flickered by his cuff—

The black room disappeared immediately.Instead, there is a deep and dense forest that covers the sky and the sun, with towering tree crowns and water mist; the place where the land should be is quiet and dark, and the water surface reflects the pitiful light of the sky.

Harry stepped back subconsciously when he saw the wand known for death.When he noticed that he was on the water again, he worried for a moment that he would sink with the bed, and then he realized why he felt so damp and cold before.

——What the hell is this place, how can other people find him?

"Am I still in England?" Harry asked dryly, realizing it was a waste of time before he could answer.

Sure enough, Voldemort twitched the corner of his mouth. "Of course not." He showed a [-]% smirk, "So, if you want to escape, I advise you to make a plan."

It didn't take Harry a lot of judgment to recognize that there was 100% sarcasm in this.This made him push back his original desire to ask about the time—judging from his hunger, at least two nights have passed, and it should be the daytime of the third day now.As for the location, Voldemort most likely wasn't lying: he was given the opportunity to observe his surroundings precisely because he was sure he could not escape easily...

Quickly thinking about his situation, Harry suddenly wondered whether these thoughts of his would be accepted by Voldemort—not to mention the extremely penetrating peeping, he was still not sure about the degree of soul connection between them. "Why you..." His tongue was almost tied because of what he was about to say later, "with me..."

Harry couldn't continue, but Voldemort raised his eyebrows knowingly. "You want to ask why we are soulmates? What a good question," another smirk, "I swear I want to know the answer more than you do." His tone sank.

Full of resentment inside, Harry couldn't help but look at Voldemort one more time.He believed it to be true, because the connection was troublesome for both of them, big enough to describe it as catastrophic.He subconsciously wanted to ask how to undo it, but he immediately remembered that they had already talked about it.

"If only death can..." He spoke again, feeling the deep astringency in his throat, "Why don't you do it now?"

Voldemort wasn't as enraged as Harry had imagined.He narrowed his scarlet eyes, and asked without answering, "Is this a provocation?"

Harry wanted to answer of course no, at least he hadn't heard of anyone who wanted their soul mate to kill him.But the problem is that Voldemort is not ordinary: the Dark Lord is a notorious dark wizard, who knows what he can do?

For Voldemort, Harry's silence probably said it all. "I won't kill you," he snorted coldly, "for now."

Harry's eyes widened for a moment, startled.Voldemort had this hunch when he said "we need to talk".After all, the Dark Lord was not a patient man by any means; if it could be solved with a single Avada Kedavra, the other party would have already put it into practice.However, his speculation and Voldemort's personal admission are still two different things.

"Why?" He couldn't help asking, and he couldn't say he wasn't aggressive, "You wanted to kill me when I was a baby, and now you suddenly changed your mind?"

"You want to say it's because of soul mates?" Voldemort answered quickly, and he obviously did know what Harry was thinking—whether it was empathy or something—"You think too much. Even if I am merciful, I plan to temporarily Just saving your life doesn't mean I want a soul mate."

Harry didn't intend to question the other on purpose, but he didn't believe the answer either. "You may not be lying," he folded his arms in front of his chest, and he didn't know where he came from, "but you're not telling the truth."

Voldemort's red eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn't expected Harry to be so tough.Harry himself was even more skeptical. It might have been a long time since anyone had spoken to the Dark Lord in this manner.

There was a silence, the air was almost suffocating.Harry seized the gap and glanced around indistinctly, looking for some iconic feature.However, he soon gave up: the place was so quiet that there was not even a bird chirping, and he had no idea which corner the Dark Lord had taken him to.

"That's right," Voldemort said at last, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, "you're starting to make me wonder if it might really be a bad idea to keep you around."

After realizing what this meant, Harry immediately broke out in cold sweat.Voldemort's alternative strategy to killing him was to keep him with him?If he was going to imprison him, the treatment would be too high for Voldemort, wouldn't it?Why on earth did he receive such excessive "importance" from the Dark Lord?

Harry instinctively realized that there was a more fundamental reason for this, but he had no clue. "for……"

He couldn't resist asking again, but Voldemort got up abruptly. "That's it." He concluded monotonously, and with a wave of his wand with his left hand, the black room enveloped the two of them again.

Seeing that the other party was going to turn around and go out, Harry jumped out of bed without thinking.Compared to starving and confinement, he thinks it is better to continue the previous conversation, even if there may be quarrels and more likely to fall into useless efforts.But he immediately realized with horror that he had overestimated the state of his body.I didn't feel anything when I was sitting, but when I stood up, both legs were screaming in protest—they had been restrained for too long before, so that they were sore and tingling, and they couldn't support the weight of the body at all—

"what!"

Harry subconsciously called out.He wanted to hold on, but his arm also had no strength, and the downward trend only stopped for a moment.The cold and rough stone ground was close at hand, and he closed his eyes in despair—nothing would make him lose his dignity more than this, nor would he be more easily ridiculed than this posture -

But just a second before the tip of the nose came into close contact with the stone, the gravity that was too heavy to resist suddenly disappeared without a trace.Something supported his shoulders, which was cold yet warm.

This feeling was so strange that Harry turned his head the moment he noticed it.It was a pale hand that disappeared almost as soon as he turned his head.He didn't care to get up, and immediately looked up, and found that Voldemort was still standing several meters away from him, with both hands in good order.

But the hand he saw was the hand of the Dark Lord, and there was no one else in the room...

Harry blinked slowly, then blinked again.To be honest, seeing half a hand (wrist to fingertips) on the shoulder is indeed scary, but being able to react in such a short period of time, Voldemort casts magic faster than is understandable.Leaving this aside, and more importantly, why did Voldemort help?

His doubts must have been plainly written on his face, for Voldemort's begrudging explanation: "Empathy." His tone was as flat as the bloodless face; It was as cold as ice.

Harry blinked a third time.Because Voldemort didn't want to try the feeling of a dog chewing mud, so he held him up?Well, this reason is quite convincing...

"So," he started, but asked another question that had been lurking in his heart in a strange way, "why do you feel hot and cold to the touch?"

Chapter 5

For a moment, Voldemort's expression wobbled dangerously.But it lasted so briefly that Harry didn't even have time to catch the strangeness gliding through his head.He was skeptical that for the Dark Lord to react like this, his question was either particularly critical or stupid—

Anyway, he didn't believe it at all, it was just a coincidence that his scar didn't hurt now.

"What do you want to know?" Voldemort finally said, his voice softer than before, "Don't Hogwarts even teach the basics of soul mates now?"

While waiting for the other party's answer, Harry barely stood up, and at the same time suspected that his hands and feet were not his own. "Which aspect are you referring to?" He insisted.

Voldemort pursed his lips tightly.His gaze went from Harry's forehead to Harry's face, quickly swept across the body, and finally returned to Harry's face, the harshness was even more obvious than before. "Although I never regarded you as an opponent enough to match me," he finally spoke again, his words were full of sarcasm, "but I have to admit that I never thought that you need enemies to supplement your common sense."

Harry glared at him instantly, and couldn't help feeling his cheeks burn.In fact, he knew, and also vaguely noticed the reason for that strange touch; but if he could hold back the Dark Lord's footsteps, what did it matter if he knew why?Finally, asking himself, despite the inevitable fear, he was indeed curious about Voldemort's attitude, after all, that abnormal heat should be...

"Body gravity." Voldemort's answer was as precise as a textbook laid out in front of his eyes, and his tone was still cold. "If you just want to hear what I have to say."

so reluctantly...

Harry figured he should be relieved by that.Thanks to Hermione, he had heard too many stories about two people who met the imprint and got together immediately, and almost all of them had a scene where they had just met and rolled into bed.Considering the heat generated by the physical contact between the two could not be ignored while he was being tortured, it was only natural that he worried that they would connect completely.He even suspected that this connection might be more useful than captivity...

Again, Voldemort read the thought. "Absolutely not."

"...how do you know?" Harry retorted subconsciously, and then realized, "Why do you only know what I'm thinking, but I don't know yours? Isn't it two-way?"

Voldemort's reaction to the questioning was to move his eyes.Harry suspected that the other person was rolling his eyes, but because even the whites of those scarlet eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't tell for sure. "...Could it be that you don't want to connect because you don't want me to know what you're thinking?" He guessed it almost instantly.

"Let me correct you, no one." Voldemort returned a false smile that was fleeting. "By the way, I want to give you a sincere suggestion from the bottom of my heart—" he dragged his voice, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his expression became more indifferent, "compared to that, it's more practical for you to worry about your life."

Before the words fell, the Dark Lord disappeared from the spot.In the literal sense, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, without any movement.

Harry stared dumbfounded at the ground the other had been standing on, and at the still-closed door.After a while, he punched the stone wall hard, and unexpectedly grinned his teeth in pain.Voldemort must be playing with someone who didn't even need to walk through a wall before trying to walk through a door?

But unbeknownst to Harry, Voldemort wasn't far away.In fact, he was right across the wall.The boy had been proven to be his Horcrux, and there was no way he would leave him alone.For example, when he personally retrieved the other four Horcruxes, he asked little Crouch to stay here; but after that...

The suppressed anger began to surge around Voldemort again, sweeping into an invisible storm of frenzy.Not four Horcruxes, he grimly reminded himself of the fact, but three.Regulus Black dropped Slytherin's locket beyond his wildest dreams.Worse, like the diary, he didn't even know what it was like—

Was it just stolen, or was it really killed?

Although he made multiple Horcruxes to prevent accidents, this is different from what he had imagined before!

Voldemort would have wanted nothing more than to destroy everything he could see were it not for the knowledge that anger would do nothing to retrieve a Horcrux and would more likely attract unwanted tails.Aurors aside, after all, their leader Fudge is an incompetent man who wants to be easy; but he can swear that that annoying old bee must be doing everything possible to track him, just waiting for him to show a possible tell... …

Thinking of this, Voldemort glanced behind him subconsciously.The door was firmly shut, and the boy was just behind it.Harry's reaction was courageous for a Hogwarts fourth year, he thought casually, but it would be foolish to try to get information from the Dark Lord, even if they were goddamned soul mates. It is impossible to succeed at all...

Voldemort thought for a while longer.It didn't last long, as Crouch Jr. returned quickly. "Master." He prostrated himself on the ground as soon as he entered the door, and kissed the dark robe corner of the Dark Lord reverently.

"Get up," said Voldemort.The less people know about the Horcrux, the better, he calmed down a little. "How's it going outside?"

Little Crouch still maintained the posture of all fours on the ground, only raised his head, and stared intently at Voldemort from bottom to top. "London is under full martial law, master. Diagon Alley is full of patrolling Aurors, and the Ministry of Magic even sent people to infiltrate the Muggle world to find out..."

Voldemort raised a hand impatiently, and the straw-haired man immediately shut his mouth. "You should know," he said emphatically, "what Voldemort is asking."

"Could it be that you are talking about the Order of the Phoenix, master?" Little Crouch carefully asked for confirmation.After receiving a slight nod from Voldemort in reply, he immediately said: "From my observation, Dumbledore should have summoned the old members of the Order of the Phoenix. But Fudge didn't believe Dumbledore's news that you were back at all, they You can only act in secret."

"As expected." Voldemort snorted coldly, "Did they find anything?"

"They can't wait to stick their heads into every house, but they still get nothing, master." Little Crouch promised immediately. "I mean, they should have been to that cemetery, but we're perfectly safe here."

Little Hangleton's cemetery, Voldemort is not surprised, after all, there is still a body left there.It was still dark when he returned to take the ring, and the Aurors hadn't arrived yet; and if anyone had noticed Gaunt's old house across the valley, it was...

Voldemort moved his index finger slightly, and thoughtfully tapped on the armrest of the high-back chair. "Is there any specific whereabouts of Dumbledore?"

This question was so sharp that Crouch, who had been answering fluently, lowered his head. "No, master," he admitted shamefully, "no one knows where he's gone, except to be sure he's not at school."

Voldemort was not surprised by such an answer.As much as he hated Dumbledore, it was clear that mediocrity alone would be impossible to stop him.Just in case, he still asked with certainty: "The Ministry of Magic doesn't know?"

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't know either." Crouch Jr. affirmed immediately, "I heard that Minister Fudge was furious over this."

The third expected thing, Voldemort couldn't help smiling contemptuously. "Very well, let the Ministry of Magic continue to cause trouble for the Order of the Phoenix."

"Master is wise." Little Crouch raised his head again, hesitating to speak all over his face, "Then your next plan is..."

Voldemort scanned his subordinate's pale, freckled face with examining scarlet eyes.

What's next?Yes, under the current circumstances, he may indeed need a plan, and it is the kind that is so meticulous that there are no mistakes.He couldn't bear the senseless loss any longer: first the diary, then the locket.Of course, there was still a glimmer of hope for the locket, and he would not give it up easily; but there was a more urgent—

The prophecy he had only heard half of.

For Dumbledore, is a prophecy that already knows the content important, or the boy in the prophecy who can defeat him, that is, the Dark Lord?

The answer was so obvious that Voldemort didn't even have to force himself to think in the other's role.A boy died, a boy disappeared, and the Aurors would definitely come out; Dumbledore's attention was probably attracted by Harry, and there was a high probability that he would be out of power, which meant...

"This is our great opportunity," Voldemort whispered—he had keenly discovered a flaw worth exploiting—and could hardly restrain his excitement. "There may not be a better opportunity than now."

"Is there anything I can do for you, Master?" Little Crouch asked impatiently, with undisguised excitement.

Voldemort's gaze fell again to the face near the knee.Loyal and eager, not like Wormtail, nor like Lucius... "Voldemort needs you to continue to inquire about the news, and it is best to get the Auror roster." He ordered softly, "The Order of the Phoenix should also have one, but It is too time-consuming to want them, just estimate how many people they can dispatch at the same time... And," he lowered his voice suddenly, "you must not be found."

Little Crouch nodded without hesitation. "Understood, master."

"Then you go now." Voldemort said.Harry asked him why he wanted to kill him as a baby, and he wondered if he had made the wrong decision.If he can get the complete prophecy, maybe he will know what to do with the boy who has become a hot potato...

But little Crouch still knelt on the spot. "Master," he said, with rare hesitation, "I have one more thing to report to you."

"What?" asked Voldemort, his mind still spinning on prophecies, Horcruxes, and Harry.

"Wormtail," said Crouch Jr. with obvious disgust, "he's looking for you."

If Crouch hadn't mentioned it, Voldemort really forgot about it.After all, it would have been impossible to find him if Wormtail hadn't been cornered. "What's the matter with him?"

Little Crouch could hear the impatience in Voldemort's words, and couldn't help but be more cautious in his words. "He asked me why you didn't take him, and he wanted to... know what you were doing."

Hearing this, Voldemort was stingy with giving away even a sneer.Let Wormtail get close to his Horcrux?Even if he was crazy, he wouldn't do such a thing. "If he asks again, tell him that it has nothing to do with him, and let him and his mouse friends stay well." He didn't even intend to hide the sarcasm in his words.

"I must convey it to you, master." Little Crouch bowed his head obediently, so as to suppress the rushing ecstasy. "He has something else, I must forward it to you." He raised his hand and took out a small package from the sleeve of his black robe.

Voldemort hadn't been interested at all, but the elongated shape of the package made him realize something.After opening it, as expected, he found a wand inside——

It's Harry's wand.

Chapter 6

Wondered, too, why Wormtail was so eager to get rid of the wand—it was a bright incrimination that anyone looking for Harry might follow.

Voldemort touched the wand along the grain of the wood, and couldn't help but sneer.Perhaps Wormtail felt that he was to blame for the Dark Lord's return and that he deserved more; but the Dark Lord himself?Wormtail's usefulness probably ended there.

At this time, Little Crouch had already quickly retreated to the door, and looked up again after hearing the sound: "Maybe you need me to deal with this for you, master?"

A good offer, and Voldemort thought he should have agreed.As for why it should be...

He lowered his gaze slowly.

Harry's wand was clearly in the Ollivander style, smooth to the touch and slightly frayed at the tip and tail.Judging by this, the boy wasn't taking good care of his wand, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Anyway, it looks like a wand that has been used for a few years, which is very ordinary.

However, holding it in his hand, he had a subtle feeling.Not sure what, but definitely not breaking it, or ruining it in any other way.

All of a sudden, he thought of the dead diary, the missing locket, and the prophecy that he still didn't understand; at the end of the day, there was that damned soul mate mark...

For the first time, Voldemort wondered uncertainly, might there be no harm in thinking twice about matters involving boys? "I'll take care of it." He said in a deep voice.

Little Crouch was slightly taken aback, then bowed respectfully. "Yes, master."

he left.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes immediately, examining the holly wand more closely.That feeling is illusory, but it does exist; it can even be said to be familiar, but he can't match the memory with the memory for a while, maybe it's too long...

"Bang! Boom!"

The sound of the door slamming interrupted a clue that wasn't clear in Voldemort's mind.There were only two people in the room, and he was a little annoyed to know who was making the noise.

"What about you?"

As he said this, Voldemort had silently spelled himself through the stone wall that had never existed for him.

Harry's reaction to the sudden appearance of someone beside him was to take three steps back abruptly. "Are you still there?" Thinking about it wrong, he corrected himself again: "Are you nearby?"

Voldemort snorted impatiently. "You better have something to do," he said threateningly.

"Of course I..." Harry wanted to be sure, but in the next second, he saw clearly what Voldemort was holding in his hand. "My wand!" he cried with excitement, instinct prompting him to lunge forward—

In the blink of an eye, he kept his forward posture fixed in mid-air.At the same time, or earlier, the tip of the holly wand burst into a stream of bright sparks, just as Harry had just taken it into his hands.

Harry was momentarily stunned.

"Are you lying to me?" Harry managed to recover his voice after a long time. "Is it funny to turn your wand into mine?" he asked Voldemort incredulously, and saw the same disbelief on his face.

...is that really his wand?Then why would Voldemort hold it...

Harry's eyes widened, still in disbelief. "What new trick is this for you?"

As for Voldemort, he was staring at his holly wand.It's weird, no wonder he didn't want to destroy it just now; it does feel familiar, like his yew wand when he first got it...

He lifted his head and stared back at the boy petrified by his reflexes.Beneath his pale face, his head had never been so chaotic.

Is this an outright conspiracy?Prophecies, blood, horcruxes, soul mates...they've had enough ambiguity, and now they've added a wand?seriously?

Voldemort never believed in anything other than himself.But at this moment, he almost sincerely believed that there must be something secretly manipulating all this, whether it was Merlin or fate.

The hairs on Harry's back were stared at by that kind of scrutiny, and his whole body was in a panic. "What new trick of yours is this again?" He repeated his question loudly, not to say that there was no courageous element.

In response, Voldemort took a step closer to Harry.His scarlet eyes lingered on the boy's self-possessed calm face, and his heart was full of puzzles: If they were really destined to be enemies, why were they also destined to be partners?Even if you don't mention the mark, the wand is not negligible at all.There is no doubt that there must be similarities between the wands of the two of them...

Then he saw the answer in Harry's head.

Eleven inches, holly, phoenix tail feathers.

Phoenix tail feathers.

The word phoenix inevitably touched Voldemort's nerves, and there was a jump between his furrowed brows.So far, he has seen a phoenix...

Dumbledore's Phoenix.

Phoenixes can't die, so their wand cores might be the tail feathers of that phoenix...

Live, see, ghost.

Voldemort took another step back.This must be a conspiracy, Dumbledore's conspiracy, he thought wildly.But he still had reason: not even Ollivander knew in advance which wand they would choose, much less Dumbledore; and it was impossible for Dumbledore to manipulate Trelawney into making a prophecy, if he could, then It would be easier to just predict the Dark Lord's own demise...

"Have you seen enough? Undo the spell on me!"

Voldemort came back to his senses and found that Harry was staring at him through gritted teeth, his face flushed red. "What did you say before?" He recalled the situation in front of the wand, "By the way, what are you doing knocking on the door?"

Harry couldn't believe that Voldemort had turned the subject so bluntly, ignoring the elephant in the room, after realizing there must be something wrong with their wands. "Give me back my wand!"

"You mean this?" Voldemort looked down at the holly wand and suddenly smiled. "Be realistic, Harry," he said, tucking his wand up his sleeve.

Harry stared at Voldemort's every move like a ghost.He swore that the other party was as shocked as he was just now, and it was okay to say that it was worse; but now, Voldemort laughed?Could it be that he has any flaws that can be exploited? "That's my wand!" he insisted.

Voldemort smiled again, but this time the curve of his mouth was closer to his usual sneer. "Answer my question, or," he nodded at Harry, "I'll just let you stay here."

Harry glared back immediately.Voldemort hadn't forgotten that he could get the information in his head by looking into his eyes; but now that they were confronting each other, Voldemort was asking...he had reason to suspect that the Dark Lord was trying to torment him.

But he really didn't have the capital to go against Voldemort if he still wanted to escape.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Harry said reluctantly, not as loudly as before.

After getting the answer, Voldemort blinked his red eyes, as if it was very funny. "There's no toilet in this place."

"How is that possible?" Harry retorted subconsciously, "Aren't you..."

"This is just a temporary foothold." Voldemort interrupted Harry before he could finish speaking, more amused, "Or do you think I'll take you to my base camp?"

Harry would like to refute how I know what you think, but if he fights Voldemort hard, he may be the one who suffocates to death-he really wants to go to the toilet for convenience. "Then..." He felt his tongue was about to tie up when he asked, "How did you solve it?"

"Just do what you want," Voldemort pouted slightly, "it's just a spell."

Harry could only guess that the meaning of this probably meant to spell it out as soon as it was convenient.But...he couldn't help but glanced at Voldemort's wide cuffs of his black robe, estimating the probability of getting close to him without being noticed.

"A well-intentioned suggestion, it's best not to put into practice what you just thought." Voldemort's voice sounded immediately, with cruelty in the indifference and vague bloodthirsty, "You know, the Dark Lord doesn't guarantee that he can do it every time." Mercy spared the attacker's life."

Harry frowned hard.He didn't like to hear it, but the fact that he was still running and frozen in place was proof that Voldemort could indeed have cast him a stronger Dark Arts spell than just immobilized him.

"I can't use a spell without a wand!" he cried, almost to the point of despair.

Voldemort, however, apparently didn't take this seriously. "You can do whatever you want," he said, "next time I come in—" He wrinkled his thin, almost undulating nostrils, as if he had already smelled something strange, "I will take care of it."

Logically speaking, Harry should be satisfied.After all, who would ask the Dark Lord to help with the excrement himself?But... "Why didn't you give me back your wand?" he asked aloud, and continued even louder as he flitted an amused look across that flat serpent's face: "You said you never thought of me as a man enough to be with." Your equal, but afraid of me getting my wand?"

Voldemort's face suddenly became like a wax mask. "I'm afraid of you?" He narrowed his red eyes, speaking with sarcasm, "Nice provocative method, huh?"

Being discovered... Harry's heart sank, but he still stared back stiffly.

The eyes met, and invisible sparks seemed to collide in the air, or it was just Harry's illusion.Because the next moment, Voldemort turned his eyes away and took out his wand.Harry felt a blur in front of his eyes, and there was an extra door in the originally empty room.

"What you need, don't bother me again." Voldemort turned around and waved his hand again——

Harry's spell was broken.His center of gravity was unstable, he staggered two steps forward, and almost threw himself into the arms of the man.It was 100% inertial, but Voldemort avoided it swiftly, like some kind of defense, and also like some kind of disgust.He couldn't help feeling angry, and was about to have a good argument with the Dark Lord on this matter, but in the end——

As soon as he looked up, the space was empty.

Well, it seems that he really dislikes him... Harry thought, grinding his back molars.Don't shut me up if you have the ability!

He was thinking loudly on purpose, trying to make sure the other end could hear him.However, even with his ears pressed against the wall, he didn't hear any movement from outside.

Feeling resentful, Harry could only walk to the door that appeared out of nowhere, and opened it.He thought it would be a dark room again; however, the luxurious chandeliers with candles, the crystal white marble bath, the golden faucets inlaid with precious stones...

Except for the decorative painting on the wall, it looks exactly like the prefect's bathroom.

Harry was taken aback for a while, and then realized that Voldemort was indeed a prefect when he was still at Hogwarts, and it would not be unusual for him to have a prefect bathroom.

But this room reminded him of Cedric.Cedric gave him the password to enter the prefect's bathroom, where he solved the secret of the golden egg.

Whatever emotion Harry had been feeling before had turned to grief.Looking back now, the Triwizard Tournament seemed as far away as many years ago, and he still couldn't believe that Cedric died, right in front of him.

Did Cedric's parents know the news?Did they find him?As for himself...

Harry looked around, all he could see was a pile of soft white towels and equally soft linen curtains.The marble surface is so tight that it is impossible to touch it; I turned off the faucet and it didn't move; I tried to knock on the glass window... well, it just looks like glass, but it's actually as hard as a stone, and it can't be pushed open at all.

They were of no use unless he wanted to run himself over or hang himself; and neither he nor Voldemort knew he wouldn't do that.

Harry sighed heavily.He didn't know if Voldemort could listen to his thoughts all the time, but he really had to do something.Voldemort said it was just a temporary foothold, and he looked like it; that was supposed to be a good thing, since temporary meant there wasn't much defense to break through.However, facing Voldemort head-on, his chances of winning were too low, let alone without a wand.If he wants to escape, unless...

Voldemort isn't there?

Chapter 7

Harry had reason to believe that Voldemort would not be by his side watching him all the time.This was too much trouble for the Dark Lord, and it was obvious that the other party had other things to do.There must be something closely related to his current situation, but the bad thing is that he has no clue about it.

If only he, like Voldemort, could sense what his soul mate was thinking...

Taking a step back, even if he didn't get vital information about why Voldemort changed his mind, he would have had the opportunity to intuit what the Dark Lord was doing and make a better judgment...

Harry lowered his eyes subconsciously, staring at the fabric on his chest, as if he could penetrate it and see the hideous writing on his skin