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Chapter 25 Tracking

In the neighborhood not far away, Harry hadn't slept well all night.To be serious, he couldn't close his eyes all night.

"Actually, I think it's best we don't meet."

"Maybe I can find some way. After all, the pain of losing a soul mate can be solved, there is no reason why something simpler..."

Voldemort's words echoed in his ears like an endless curse.And Harry knew why the other party thought so: the Dark Lord regarded the soul connection between them as a huge obstacle, and tried every means to remove it; in contrast, whether it was Horcruxes or blood, they could be fooled by ignoring them. s things--

As long as none of them shot the Killing Curse at each other, the fulfillment of Professor Trelawney's prophecy could theoretically be delayed indefinitely.Unlike Soullink, the Dark Lord didn't want a partner who could pry into his thoughts all the time, whether that partner's name was Harry Potter or not.

It's not a specific targeting, yes.But he was Harry Potter, the soul mate that the Dark Lord avoided.Whether he or Voldemort wanted to deny it, it was an unalterable fact.

Harry couldn't help wondering once again if things would have been easier if Voldemort hadn't chosen him in the first place.He and he are just opposite soul mates, and it would be easier to remove the connection; oh, assuming the connection could actually be removed.No blood fetters, no prophecy restraints, no hanging sword of Damocles——

"Tell me, do you think it's right between us?"

"I have every reason to believe that it was all wrong from beginning to end."

Ever since the conversation had happened, Harry had thought about it from time to time.He really asked, full of cryptic hints, and the unavoidable urge to move in that situation; and as a dark wizard who is good at Legilimency and his soul mate, Voldemort obviously fully understands the meaning of both aspects, and uses the ultimate Simple sentences make the most complete answer——

While denying that the two could have a romantic relationship, the Dark Lord also admitted that his attempt to kill the Potter family was wrong.

Harry believes that Voldemort is probably only saying that he did wrong because of the current embarrassing deadlock.The Dark Lord didn't understand where the real mistake was, and he didn't make a real confession.

It's not enough, of course, but it's not too bad by the standards of the beginning alone.

Plus, he really doesn't want to kill people.As the most powerful of the Unforgivable Curses, no one can take Avada Kedavra for granted.And, even without a soulmate relationship, he wouldn't think killing Voldemort was the best way to solve the problem.

It had to be said that Harry was relieved to realize this.The connection between him and Voldemort was so strong that he had to keep reminding himself not to be carried away by that feeling.Although it is difficult to implement, fortunately, he is still him.

It was almost dawn, and there was a faint light shining through the gaps in the bed curtains.Harry stared at the blurry, swaying white line, and sighed faintly.It's over, the time when he can talk to others about how much he looks forward to his soul mate is long gone...

Not wanting to find out about his sleepless night, Harry sneaked a little Energy Restorer before leaving the room for breakfast.This proved to be useful, at least Kingsley and Tonks had been discussing their meeting with the Austrian yesterday without asking him where he had been the night before.He listened over breakfast and soon realized that things were not going particularly well for them, since the Austrians didn't feel threatened.

Harry found himself understanding the idea.

After all, Voldemort and his Death Eaters haven't made headlines since Azkaban.The Dark Lord likes to stay in the driver's seat, and he's adept at removing himself and his associates from crime.Even the Order of the Phoenix couldn't find much evidence, let alone convince Aurors from other countries.

On the contrary, the Death Eaters are in the water like ducks in water.Freya Duran is not the first wizard who is suspected of joining the Death Eaters this year, but she was able to turn against her in less than two months. During this period, Voldemort and her probably did not meet a few times. Harry can be regarded as a personal experience Dumbledore said that "the Dark Lord has a good way of engaging in underground activities".

Of course he wants to change that.But the question was, even if he could use the locket to force Voldemort to agree to the deal he proposed, what would he do when it was all over?If they could only meet once every three years, no matter what plans he had, they would all be useless!

Harry was quite worried, and couldn't stop until he reached the French Ministry of Magic.Today's meeting was still a meaningless bureaucratic cliché, he couldn't help it, and slipped out in the middle of it.Just as he was holding on to the railing of the corridor to take a deep breath, a familiar voice suddenly came from obliquely above——

"...It happened to be on vacation, so I brought Draco here."

Harry had just looked up when he saw a lock of long blond hair, which clearly belonged to Mr. Malfoy.Next to him stood Draco Malfoy, wearing the same smirk his father had.Both of them were obviously well-groomed, and the pure-blood style was obvious at a glance.

The Malfoys were talking to a middle-aged wizard with a dangerous hairline, whom Harry didn't recognize. "That's good," said the man, speaking English with a heavy accent, "welcome, we haven't had such a worthy guest as you for a long time..."

Because of the angle, Harry noticed that the wizard was clutching a velvet box with a ribbon in his hand, which was covered by a wide sleeve, as if he had just gotten it from someone.

Using gifts to buy people's hearts is kind of like what Malfoy would do...

He snorted secretly, and before he was discovered, he quickly left the circular corridor and slipped upstairs against the wall.There was a waiting area for visitors by the side of the stairs. He grabbed an open magazine from the table and walked to the back of the metal beam closest to the three of them, pretending to be absorbed in reading.

People came and went around them, and they didn't bother to lower their voices.Harry pricked up his ears, realizing that the subject had changed.

"...I heard that Draco became a healer after graduation?" It was the French wizard's voice.

"You're very well informed. Draco hasn't been in St. Mungo's for a few months!" Even so, Lucius Malfoy sounded so proud that Harry suspected he must have puffed out his chest.

"Of course. Therapist is indeed a respected and good profession, and it is worth celebrating!"

"Thank you for your compliment." Draco Malfoy replied reservedly.

"I think it's pretty good too." Mr. Malfoy agreed, and then changed the topic, "It's just that Draco and I both hope to make things a little more perfect. Recently, we heard that there is a young and talented man in Paris. For therapists…” he hinted, not particularly implicitly.

At least the French wizard understood the reference immediately and laughed out loud. "I assume you mean Freya?"

"It does seem to be her name," Draco said, with subtle enthusiasm.

Whether the Frenchman heard it or not, he knew exactly what the Malfoys wanted. "Fortunately, I happen to know her. If you are interested in paying her a medical visit, I can help with her schedule."

"This is really great," Mr. Malfoy immediately continued, "Our vacation is not long, can we as soon as possible..."

"No problem," the wizard assured, "Just tonight, how about it? I'll convince Freya to make it available for you."

The Malfoys were very satisfied with this answer.Then the conversation died away and they all left.

Harry still stood where he was, his mind spinning rapidly.Draco Malfoy did go to St. Mungo's after graduation, but he and his over-the-top father crossed the English Channel to visit some therapist with a bit of pomp and circumstance.The biggest possibility is that Malfoy and his son learned that Voldemort valued Duran and wanted to establish a good relationship with her in advance.There might be something else, like a Death Eater party, after all Voldemort is currently in Paris...

If you want to know what's going on, the best place to start is obvious.

Harry put down his book and walked quickly to the front desk.There, he left a note for Kingsley, "Don't worry about leaving beforehand", and then left the French Ministry of Magic as quickly as he could.

In the evening of the same day, Kabbani Street.

Freya Duran's private clinic is just down the street.Like other enchanted houses mixed in with Muggle architecture, her clinic looked ordinary from the outside.With its stone walls, alleyways of sleepers, and tasteful, understated decoration, it looks more like a middle-class Muggle dwelling.Considering that the street was St. Anne's Public Hospital, which was quite famous throughout the country, Harry believed that the wizard who was looking for her would not be noticeable among the Muggle patients suffering from epilepsy.

At this moment, the elegant oak door of the clinic is open.Harry looked back at the clock on the shop wall behind him and made a mental calculation.Judging from what he had overheard, the Malfoys should arrive after dinner.If he wanted to know what they were talking about, there was probably half to an hour left for him to sneak in.

Harry studied the terrain more closely.Duran obviously pays attention to confidentiality and privacy, and the entire clinic is a separate building.The front door was unobstructed and there was someone on duty inside.The back door is set in the middle of the courtyard wall, surrounded by a square flower garden.Considering that no matter which door is most likely to have a protective spell, he didn't want to disturb anyone, so he quietly walked around to the back of the house.

Twenty minutes later, Harry climbed over the courtyard wall without making a sound.It had the relatively mild Muggle Repelling Charm cast on it, which didn't work on him; the rest was a trespassing charm, which did take some work to break without being detected.

Good thing he did it, Harry thought as his feet hit the ground securely.He cautiously looked around and made sure that he hadn't touched any magic barrier before continuing to approach the house.

The rustling sound happened when he was halfway there.Harry turned his head sharply, his wand gripped tightly in his hand.But to his surprise, there was no one behind him, only a potato-like goblin less than ten inches tall was staring at him.

This thing is not difficult to deal with, just walk around with your feet and throw it outside the wall...

But it laughs, and a crazy laugh at that...

Harry squirmed his lips soundlessly, and quickly cast a Silencing Charm, followed by a Spinning Charm.The goblin flew backwards as he wished, without making a sound.

Looks like he was lucky not to hit a passing Muggle or something.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.But when he turned his head again, he realized that he was too happy - at some point, the garden was full of goblins, and each one was staring at him straight.

Hell, if all these things lived in the field, the herbs in the garden would never be so lush...

Thinking of this, Harry finally realized what he had overlooked.Although the plant at his feet looked exactly like the mandrake he had learned about in herbalism class, it must have been manipulated: because his head was dazed and he was starting to lose sight of what was in front of him.

This is not a good sign.Harry staggered forward, trying to seize the last bit of time to enter the house.But within two steps, his feet tripped over something, and he fell straight to the ground.

"how……"

A suspicious voice came from the top, and a moment later there was the sound of the door opening.Harry saw a golden and white shadow swaying in front of him in a blur, and someone was trying to tie him up.He wanted to resist, but his limbs were so weak that he couldn't use any strength.

"...don't move," the voice seemed to come from the sky, "the effect of the medicine will work faster..."

Harry blinked one last time, and everything went black.

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