[HP]Timepiece Countdown

When I opened my eyes, it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.Realizing that the candles had burned out again and it was dark, he rolled his eyes and saw only a faint light leaking through the crack of the door leading to the bathroom.

He didn't move immediately, but looked away, staring straight at the ceiling - although he couldn't see anything.In the dream just now, it seemed like something bad at first, but he only remembered the good parts later, like him, Ron, and Hermione talking and laughing by the roaring fire in the Gryffindor common room or something.

However, after waking up from the dream, reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

This place is so dark, so dark that it seems to swallow everything.It was already the fourth night since he was captured by Voldemort, hadn't the others discovered even a tiny bit of clues?

Of course Harry believed that the headmaster, the godfather, and his friends must be doing everything they could to find him.In order to get rid of the restlessness caused by the strong gap, he began to try to divert his attention.

By the way, speaking of the Dark Lord...

He stood up halfway, touched the glasses and put them on, looked around, but didn't feel any trace of the other person.You know, Voldemort's sense of existence is too strong, even in the dark.It's late at night now, and the Dark Lord is probably going to do something shady again...

Thinking of this, Harry touched his chest unconsciously.The bath towel slipped from his body at some point, and he directly touched the row of uneven writing.The content of the imprint of the soul mate is actually Avada Kedavra, why is he so unlucky?

Self-pity and self-pity quickly dissipated, followed by anger.Harry cursed "fucking soul mate" to himself for a while, and suddenly found that he had shifted from one useless emotion to another, and suddenly became dejected again.He knew he couldn't sit still; but besides using brute force, where else could he find a breakthrough?

For the umpteenth time Harry thought, if only he had his holly wand in hand. "Magic wand..." He couldn't help muttering, "It would be great if I could summon it, like a flying spell or something..." He unconsciously raised his right hand as he spoke, gesticulating in mid-air, " Flying... wand flying... wand flying..."

But he knew it was impossible to succeed.Not to mention that he had never tried to cast a spell directly with his hands, and the holly wand should still be on Voldemort...

Snapped.

Just as Harry lowered his hands dejectedly, there was a slight movement.He raised his head abruptly, staring suspiciously at the direction from which the voice came from.Why does it sound like a wand has landed?Was it an illusion that he wanted the wand so much?

Harry got up quickly and ran to the door in the dark, almost tripping himself and not paying attention. "Flying wand! Flying wand! Flying wand!" he yelled, gesticulating wildly.

But this time he put his ear to the door and didn't hear a sound.Still unwilling to give up, he pushed forward vigorously.When his fingers touched the crack of the door, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of an excellent verification method: "Fluorescent flashes!"

Before the words were finished, a sudden white light slightly illuminated the long and narrow gap.

Harry was overwhelmed with ecstasy.His wand is just across the door!Voldemort didn't take it away!As long as he gets his wand, he should be able to get away!

However, after groping in all directions up, down, left, and right, Harry's feverish head calmed down a little.The door in front of him wasn't exactly tight, but it wasn't wide enough to allow a wand or a finger to pass through.

In other words, even though he knew the wand was only a few feet away, he couldn't reach it.

This made Harry worry.Maybe he could teleport his wand?Like let it cast an araho hole or shatter on the door?But these spells are not the same as Luminosity, they both require certain actions to be made by waving a wand.Taking a ten thousand step back, he couldn't even determine the direction of the stick tip.

For a moment, Harry genuinely suspected that Voldemort had done it on purpose.He left the wand on purpose, and was discovered by him later; but the last step couldn't be crossed, and he still could only worry through the door.Pretty nasty, but maybe that's what the Dark Lord likes...

No, Harry shut himself off in his head, the point now wasn't whether Voldemort was going to play him or not.The point now was that he had to get his wand and get out of here.Surely he can do it, he must be able to—

The glass of the reptile house quietly disappeared...

Aunt Marge inflated into a balloon...

The mysteriously opened stair cabinet door...

Harry tried to recall how it felt, trying to replicate the inadvertence.Those were things he subconsciously wanted to do, if he was not mistaken.If he was successful before, there's no reason he can't now, after all, he really wanted to get out of the cage Voldemort had set for him—

boom!

Accompanied by a dull sound, the door panel exploded suddenly, creating a gust of violent airflow.Harry couldn't catch it, and a rough-edged splinter was pulled across his chest, making him grunt in pain.Dust was everywhere, and when he raised his head from the ground coughing, he saw the holly wand shimmering in the fog in front of him.Ignoring the burning pain all over his body, he grabbed the wand, got up and ran out in big strides, while shouting: "Luminescence!"

Harry had expected no one there, but he hadn't expected that the new room was equally dark and empty.Beside him, there was a set of tables and chairs alone, and a few pieces of parchment were scattered on the table.He looked at the other closed door on the opposite side, looked at the scrolls, and finally couldn't suppress his curiosity. "The parchment is coming!"

The topmost scroll rose in response.Harry grabbed it in his hand, unfolded it quickly, and found that it was something like a building plan.In the lower left corner of the paper is a bold letter M, and in the center of the letter is a glowing wand.

—is the mark of the British Ministry of Magic!

Harry's heart sank, he walked to the table in two steps, and quickly flipped through the rest of it.A chart he had seen in a dream, with a very conspicuous triangle mark on the north; a form full of names, times and places, with the words "Auror Office" neatly written on the top; Another thing that looks like a floor plan, the corridors are dense and maze-like...

The content recorded on each parchment is different, but the same thing is that they all come from the Ministry of Magic, and they are not the kind that are released to the public at will.

Harry's heart was getting heavier and heavier, as if it had dropped lead.If Voldemort was in and out of the Ministry of Magic like no man's land, would they still be able to defeat him?

Before the thought had left Harry's head, he was grabbing the parchment and trying to stuff it up his sleeve.In the end, this unsuccessful movement made him realize that because he was running too fast, he didn't even realize that he was still naked.

No wonder it hurts so much to be scratched by the broken door panel...

However, time is running out now, and he has no time to complain about his carelessness. "The clothes are flying!"

Of course, the dirty clothes haven't been dealt with yet, but he also doesn't care about how much dirt and smell there are on them right now.He scrambled on, then folded the parchment and tucked it into his bosom, before dragging it across the table, turning it over with his wand to keep it out of front of him.With the barrier in place, he stretched out half of his arm and shouted towards the intact door: "Torn apart!"

boom!

After the explosion, the room was filled with smoke and dust again.Because he covered his mouth and nose beforehand, Harry didn't cough this time.After his vision regained a little clarity and there was no unusual movement, he got up from behind the desk, ran across the room, and planned to go out——

But Harry's foot stopped half way out.Not only because what should be the ground outside the door is actually swaying water waves, but also because, through a light night fog, there are a pair of gloomy yellow pupils that are bigger than light bulbs, staring at him intently.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, wishing he knew exactly what to do with the dozen-foot-long snake in front of him.Or, if he wanted to escape from here, he had to compare it with the magic spell or the fangs?

Both sides refused to give in, and one person and one snake fell into a stalemate in an instant.In the tense silence, the big snake hissed: "You are not allowed."

Harry had felt an undeserved fluke that Nagini hadn't attacked him right away - Voldemort had clearly ordered something - but that fluke was completely gone when he saw the sprawling jet-black snake letter.Judging from his posture and tone, the big snake in front of him would probably be more willing to swallow him in one gulp.

"What did you say?" Harry forced himself to reply in the same hiss.The distance between him and Nagini was less than two feet, and the rash movement would only hurt him.He has to use some tactics, like stalling for time, shifting focus or something...

Nagini's triangular-shaped head was raised higher, and his eyes were almost condescending when he looked at Harry. "It's actually true," it whispered, with a bit of undisguised curiosity in its suspicion, "you will speak our words."

Harry saw no point in denying it, so he nodded. "Although I don't know what's going on."

"Oh—" Nagini dragged his voice, still staring at him for a moment. "I have to admit, it was fun."

But Harry couldn't detect any interesting smell in it, and the hairs on his back were already standing on end at the potentially dangerous gaze.You've managed to kill a basilisk bigger than this snake... he reminded himself, trying to stay calm.This is nothing, you can deal with it... Although I don't have a Gryffindor sword in my hand now, there are always other ways...

Orochi shook his head, as if he was getting bored with the meaningless confrontation at the moment. "You are not allowed," it repeated in a low voice, "to go back into the house."

Of course Harry didn't want to do that. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "When you say I'm not allowed, do you mean Voldemort won't let me leave this room?"

"At least that's what I was ordered to do." Nagini replied, his vertical pupils contracted slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Harry calling Voldemort's name directly.But instead of pointing it out, it continued: "Go back, you're no match for me at all."

Its tone was so elder-to-junior, perhaps even pitiful, that Harry was successfully irritated. "Could it be that Voldemort's pet has the same problem as himself?" he roared, raising his wand without hesitation with the speed of his snitch-catching, "passing out—"

A red light emanated from the tip of the holly wand.Harry was ready for Nagini to be enraged and attack him, and was about to jump back; but before he could do so, it swayed and sank to the right as if giving way to something—

Another green light broke through the dark night at an unimaginable speed, and hit the red one straight.The next moment, the two beams of light that met merged into one and turned into a thin golden color at the same time.

"What..." Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.His wand vibrated so violently that he had to grab it; suddenly he felt light under his feet, and then he was floating in the air.He looked at the other end of the golden thread in amazement, and when he met the pale and flat snake face, he had an inexplicable feeling that it was so.

such a coincidence...

Harry almost stared at Voldemort, realizing in a blink of an eye.

Nagini knew Voldemort was on his way back; when he was about to stall, Nagini was doing the same.

But, can anyone explain, how does this happen now?Could it be for the same reason that Voldemort burst sparks while holding his wand?

Just when Harry couldn't bring himself to ask if it was a good idea, the situation changed again.The thin golden thread suddenly split into many light filaments, arching upwards into a shining arc.There is music coming from their direction, illusory, ethereal and mysterious...

"Phoenix." To Harry's surprise, Voldemort said the word before Harry.The Dark Lord was looking up at the golden threads of light surrounding the two, his thin lips twisted in disgust, "I should have known."

"What should you have known?" Harry asked immediately, clenching his wand once more.It was still trembling, as was the one in Voldemort's hand.

Voldemort didn't answer right away.He glanced sideways at the rear after looking away, but from Harry's point of view, there was nothing there.Then he lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly.Following this movement, there was a faint sound of water splashing under Harry's feet (those threads of light strangely cut out the movement of the outside world) - Nagini completely sank into the water and disappeared.Finally he looked at Harry, red eyes sparkling with something Harry had never seen in him.

"Harry," Voldemort began.However, contrary to Harry's expected answer, the Dark Lord stopped after saying his name, just staring at him - or rather, at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. "Handmark...two people..."

The voice behind him was as low as talking to himself, and Harry was confused. "That's not a sign!" He retorted angrily, from the bottom of his heart he didn't want to admit the tight bond between the two.Who stipulated that he had to accept killing the other half of his parents?Even if they are soul mates?

Harry thought Voldemort would double down on his taunts, and he had even prepared new rebuttal sentences.But the Dark Lord just kept his mouth shut, and the anomaly became more obvious.He looked into those red eyes suspiciously, and then opened his mouth unexpectedly——

There was a completely unfamiliar emotion pounding his head, like a swirling flood trying to overcome the dam over and over again.What was born at the end of July, what family that defeated the Dark Lord three times, it's all a cover, it's all a lie... The energy he doesn't understand may really exist, but there is something more real than that, "The Mark of the Dark Lord He is a formidable enemy"... He once firmly believed that he was the one who killed others, but the facts are not the same as what he thought, it is almost the same...

Realizing what had happened, Harry was speechless in shock.He actually received Voldemort's ideas?Not only those strange contents, but also he seems to have discovered what is something that has never appeared on the other party, and he has never discovered it before...

regret.

Voldemort regretted it.

But the thought was only in Harry's head for less than a second.If the Dark Lord knew the emotion of remorse, he probably wouldn't be the most dangerous dark wizard in history. "What the hell are you..." he asked, and at the same time noticed that the light beads in the middle of the light filaments were shaking abnormally, as if there was a tendency to move towards him.

Harry instinctively felt that would not be what he was expecting.He suffocated all his strength, trying to push the light pearl away.It was a bit difficult, because the wand became hot and hot, as if it was going to burn...

"Master! The boy has traces! The Aurors will be here soon!"

Suddenly, a shout came from outside the light curtain.With a wrong eye, Harry caught a glimpse of a man in a black robe screaming crazily below, and couldn't see his face clearly because it was too far away and too dark.

Although the Death Eaters' voices were also muted by the sphere of light, this still awakened Voldemort.He flicked his wand violently, and the originally extremely thin filaments of light were broken one after another.Startled, Harry suddenly felt himself falling down like weightless, and saw Voldemort also diving rapidly——

In no time, the Dark Lord grabbed the Death Eater's shoulders precisely.At the same time, he gave Harry a look, an emotionless one.If he had loosened his control before, it had been completely put away by now.

Harry could only stare blankly at Voldemort leading his men to Apparate.Just when he was about to fall into the icy lake, a fire flashed in the place he thought was empty, and a big bird like a crane suddenly appeared, and when it flew over, it threw its long tail feathers at him.He reached out and grabbed it vigorously, and the falling trend stopped immediately, and a warm heat rushed to his whole body from the place of contact——

Another fire flashed by, and the scene before Harry's eyes had completely changed.He was on the top of a low hill with dense forests on both sides. When Fox brought him down, he could still see the silhouette of the steeple of Hogwarts Castle in the distance.Dumbledore was striding towards him, and his bushy white beard couldn't hide his anxiety.

The sultry air typical of summer nights poured into Harry's nostrils, but he was still extremely cold.In the last look Voldemort gave him, he heard the Dark Lord say to him in his head—

"Don't worry, we will meet again soon."