[HP]Timepiece Countdown

For the first second of their lips together, Voldemort didn't move.

Everyone knows that the gravitational attraction brought by the soul mate is two-way. When one person has feelings, the other cannot not.Harry wanted to do the same thing when he felt the desire for deeper contact from that cover kiss—

Seriously, those stats about how many soul mates fall into bed shortly after they meet are not just a lie.

But on the two of them, the situation cannot be described as ordinary at all.In fact, even though Harry had already taken action, he was still watching cautiously.

Resisting the instinct, especially the instinct of falling into pleasure, requires extremely strong reason and self-control.Voldemort never claimed to be a saint, nor did he consider himself to have high moral standards.It's just that everything he does has a purpose; it can bring convenience to his actions, or avoid some disadvantages.

After all, there are many people who take the initiative to throw themselves into his arms, but he is not interested at all; this is not to say that his body is not responding now, but he can still clearly realize that it is not from his true will——

When he first caught Harry, he deliberately traced the handwriting on the other's chest, just to verify its authenticity from the boy's reaction;

When he cast the healing spell for the first time, he had foreseen how Harry would react, and he had foreseen that Harry would never welcome it;

The time they both chanted the spell together was simpler, and Harry's defensiveness touched the spiritual connection between the two. If he tried to do something forcefully, the result might be that Harry's negative emotions skyrocketed, causing him to start The aching head suffers more.

Although Voldemort was very reluctant to put the word "consequence" in the same sentence as himself, the fact was that he had already stumbled too many times with the boy and really didn't need to add it again.

After all, he didn't have to.

Plus, their bond was growing stronger, evidenced by his growing sensitivity to Harry's emotional responses.If the connection had grown stronger, Voldemort doubted rather, Occlumency might not have completely prevented them from hearing each other's thoughts.Worst of all, judging by what he knew of Harry, the boy's chances of mastering Occlumency were really low.

Indulging in self-indulgence | Desire has the same chance as letting Dumbledore get a bug that controls his thoughts and actions anytime, anywhere. Would the Dark Lord make such a terrible mistake?

Thinking of this, Voldemort let go of the arms that were originally wrapped around his chest.The barrier between them disappeared, and Harry instinctively moved closer.He took advantage of the situation to caress the other side, and gently traced along the protruding and thin shoulder blades until the back of the boy's cervical spine.The boy's immature body was trembling imperceptibly under his palm; when his fingers crossed the collar and touched the skin, a tingling sensation like electric shock attacked both of them at the same time.

Voldemort could hear their breaths tightening, their lips and tongues pressed together almost out of rhythm.The urgency to combine almost overwhelmed everything else, he had to warn himself again, the fingertips resting on the back of Harry's head quietly accumulated strength, and then pressed it without hesitation——

The boy's body instantly fell limp in his arms.

Feeling dizzy before his eyes, Voldemort took it with an extremely long blink and exhale.He waited until the feeling had completely dissipated before he lowered his head and stared at Harry's face.The boy hadn't expected him to do this at all, evidenced by the unformed surprise on his face.

Without the support of magic power, the extremely long and dense mistletoe quickly retracted to the ceiling, but Voldemort didn't care.He didn't think Harry would have a problem with that when he woke up, after all the boy certainly didn't expect their bond to develop to the depth that true soul mates should.

Besides, in his opinion, there were only two reasons why Harry offered to kiss him.The first type is that the boy finally can’t control his impulse; the second type is that although the boy finds it difficult to control his impulse, he also knows that the closer the physical contact is, the better it is to eliminate those side effects, so he simply pushes the boat along.

If you really want to get to the bottom of it, the second possibility is probably much greater than the first...

There was a gleam in Voldemort's eyes that no one could see.He grasped Harry's arm tightly, and in the next second Apparated to the house on the roof of the Piccadilly Circus shopping street, placing the boy on the sofa in the living room.Immediately afterwards, he drew out his wand, muttered a spell silently, and eliminated all traces of himself in the room.

Having done all this, Voldemort made his way to the porch.During this process, he suddenly thought that if he looked back now, he would see exactly the same scene as when he came.But he didn't do that until he opened the door.

In a few moments Voldemort turned away from the main street and turned into a new, dark, deserted alley.As soon as he escaped the range of the street lamp, his flat shoes disappeared without a trace, revealing his bare bare feet; his trousers changed afterward, stretched back and wide, and soon became pure black , the fluttering silk robe corners; the last is the face, if a Muggle sees this scene clearly, they must believe that they have seen the birth of a real demon.

But another person who appeared in this alley just knelt down respectfully. "Honorable Master."

Voldemort glanced at the straw-coloured mess of hair and kept on stepping. "All ready?"

Little Crouch got up knowingly and followed. "Yes, master. Everything is ready, just waiting for your order."

"What's going on at the end of the Order of the Phoenix?" Voldemort asked again.

"They are on duty as usual, two people." Little Crouch quickly replied, and then asked for instructions: "Do you need to get rid of them in advance?"

Voldemort shook his head. "Dumbledore's already prepared, and doing this will only make him more certain that we're going to go tonight. But—" he chuckled, his red eyes shining in the darkness, "let's get started."

**

late at night.

Beihai, an isolated island.

There is silence all around, not even the chirping of insects and birds can be heard.There is no wind, the waves are slightly surging, the stars and the moon are dark, and there is lifelessness everywhere.

A sinister fortress stood alone in the thick, cold darkness.Its outer walls are thick and solid, so tight that there are not even a single window.Dozens of black mist-like shadows floated on the top of the fortress, gliding silently.It's the dementors, and they're greedily sucking in the hope and joy that might be in the air all the time, enough to make the prisoners inside scream madly and lose their strength.

Without warning, there was movement under the fort.The normally inaccessible door soundlessly revealed a crack, and then a dry, scabbed gray hand slammed onto the door frame.Then, the crack in the door was pushed wider by it, and a dementor floated out unsteadily.It didn't turn back, didn't close the door, but flew straight into the air, with its overly wide hood hanging down, as if it was waiting for something.

This happened very quickly.A disheveled man leaned his back against the wall and ducked out of the door. When his eyes touched the dementor, he flinched suddenly, and he fled away at a speed that didn't look like he had been imprisoned for more than ten years.The second man following behind him followed suit, almost rushing away from the shadow of the dementor.Then a woman appeared. She straightened her body and looked around, with a crazy smile on her face under her disheveled hair.

The first man—that is, Rodolphus Lestrange—was almost reaching the shore. "Come on, Bella," he whispered anxiously when he noticed the woman standing still, "we're going to hurry up, we don't have much time."

While he was speaking, the rest of the people also came out of the fort.Every time one came out, the dementor's hood lowered once, as if to count the number.After confirming that the transaction was completed, it floated to the ground and went back.

The door was closed tightly again, and ten skinny people looked around excitedly. "Master really did it!" the woman whispered excitedly, "He came back to life and rescued us all!"

"That's right," a bald head nervously stroked the wand he just got, and murmured repeatedly, "I can't imagine... I never dreamed..."

"Enough is enough, there is time to reminisce, but not now." The youngest of the three Lestranges said hurriedly, "Let's get out of here at once—Apparition—"

Others followed suit.Ten streaks of black smoke rose into the sky and headed towards the south quickly.But just after they flew less than half a mile, they hit an invisible barrier back and forth, and fell uncontrollably——

"How could there be an ambush?"

"It must be the Order of the Phoenix!"

Someone screamed, and more people drew their wands.And in mid-air, the barrier was emitting a faint golden light like ripples, and soon appeared with the wizards controlling it at both ends.

Bellatrix had sharp eyes and recognized it immediately. "Arthur Weasley! Nymphadora Tonks!" she exclaimed joyfully, steadying herself with a levitation spell. "Get rid of them!"

This immediately got the response of other Death Eaters, and for a while, red and green spells intertwined like rain.However, the distance between the two sides is quite far, and the accuracy is not enough.

"Don't waste time with them! There are only two on the opposite side!" Rodolphs shouted in the confusion, "Each one will be defeated, and those who can go will go first!"

Bellatrix immediately answered: "I'll stay!" She twisted the corners of her mouth and swooped in the direction of Tonks, while vigorously waving her wand, "Cleaning the portal is my favorite!"

Tonks had to take the initiative to withdraw the previous spell, and turned to deal with Bellatrix with all his strength.On the other end, Rodolphs also gradually approached Arthur Weasley.Just when he shot the red spell, someone on the other side joined the battle, and it was also a red spell——

The armor charm Mr. Weasley cast hastily was shattered.The red light hit both sides of his chest, and his body suddenly turned backwards, falling into the sea on all fours.

Rodolphus turned his head, surprised to recognize his helper. "...Barty?!"

Little Crouch under the silver mask nodded slightly. "Hurry up, people from the Order of the Phoenix are rushing here."

The two looked at each other, turned and rushed to the other side at the same time, trying to help Bellatrix.And Bellatrix has already aggressively forced Tonks back again and again, and even cut a big bloody gash on the side of Tonks' ear.

Three against one, the Death Eaters seemed to be winning; but this situation was reversed in an instant——

A golden round shield suddenly appeared in the air, and all the spells cast on it bounced back.Bellatrix was the closest, unable to dodge in time, and was hit straight in the chest by the green spell she issued.She uttered a miserable scream and fell straight down.

Rodolphus had just narrowly avoided his own spell, and turned around reflexively when he heard the sound.Little Crouch backed away quickly, trying to avoid the thick rope that came rushing behind the shield.However, a rope also appeared out of nowhere from behind, and he could not retreat——

"Dumbledore!"

Accompanied by this sound, the shield made a dull impact, and then shattered; the two ropes turned into poisonous snakes, and turned their heads to attack back.

"Master!" Little Crouch exclaimed in surprise.

Voldemort appeared from mid-air.On the reef sloping below him, Dumbledore had already helped Tonks up.The drenched Mr. Weasley lay motionless at their feet.Then, Dumbledore took two steps forward, waved his wand, and the two snakes disappeared in smoke before they could touch him.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and there was no expression on their faces.Little Crouch got no response and could only stare nervously at Voldemort.At the same time, there was another splash on the water, and he cast a quick glance - Rodolphus failed to catch Bellatrix in time, and both fell into the sea; the other Death Eaters disappeared, Apparently they all managed to escape.

"It was a wrong decision to come here today, Tom," Dumbledore said softly, not looking at the three remaining Death Eaters at all. "The Aurors are already on their way—"

"So what?" Voldemort interrupted him with a cold snort.He hurled a deadly spell, but Dumbledore dodged it swiftly, and a fire erupted across the wet rocks.

In reply, Dumbledore flicked his wrist slightly.Behind him, Tonks pulled Mr Weasley by the shoulders, taking the opportunity to Apparate.

Voldemort jerked back, pulling a silver shield from the thin air.Something invisible bumped into it with a hideous, rumbling echo. "You don't really think that's going to trap me, Dumbledore?" he sneered, another green light shot from the tip of his staff, "I don't need to—"

"I'm sorry to tell you that you are wrong again." Dumbledore replied calmly, and continued to approach Voldemort—the green light was blocked by flying rocks, which exploded—"That is the world The most powerful force, and the tragic thing is, you may never know."

"Your old cliché again, huh, Dumbledore?" snickered Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed. "Although you may not believe it, I did learn my lesson. But even so, it doesn't mean you are right—we all know you can't kill me, is there anything worse?"

"We all know that there are many ways to destroy a person," said Dumbledore, looking defenseless. "I must point out that death is of no consequence."

"So this is your new plan? To destroy me?" Voldemort laughed, as if hearing something particularly interesting.

Dumbledore has reached the edge of the reef.He stopped, and there was nothing around him, no shelter. "I must admit that killing you does not satisfy me."

Voldemort's scarce patience had run out, and he didn't want to hear any more. "Then try it out," he growled, "see who's right—" With the mentality that the other party must be killed, he read Avada Kedavra; but at this moment, someone Familiar voices screamed in his head no - he had a violent headache, his wand cocked uncontrollably -

The green light seriously deviated from the original track, and Dumbledore showed a surprised expression.And where Tonks and Weasley disappeared, many figures began to appear.Here comes the Ministry of Magic: Aurors, the Minister for Magic, and the pink—

"No!" Voldemort yelled in disbelief, tried to hold his forehead but held back.The Savior probably saw what he saw, and tried desperately to stop him from killing Dumbledore.This willingness to protect is obviously very strong, so strong that the degree of pain exceeds any previous time——

"no way--!"

Voldemort screamed hoarsely, gripping his yew wand tightly.He can't be affected by the boy's feelings at critical moments, he has to deal with this, he can do it—

He gritted his teeth and held his arms high. The sea water around him swirled and rose up with his movement, and it was more than 20 feet; the next moment, he flicked his magic wand vigorously, and the closed water cocoon immediately swooped down from his side , the front end turned into a fiery snake, and long, strange green fires spit out from many bloody mouths at the same time——

"Nobody can beat Voldemort! Nobody!"