[HP]Timepiece Countdown

It was already dark when Voldemort arrived at 11 Cabani Street.With the dim light of the old-fashioned street lamp, he looked around, then strode across the road and pushed open the oak gate with the sign of "rest".

Duran was waiting for him on the first floor.Seeing him appear, she immediately stood up and bowed her head respectfully: "Master."

Voldemort kept walking, and the door closed silently behind him. "What's going on?" He didn't ask until he reached the middle of the living room.

Duran then told what had happened from the evening to the present. "Potter won't tell me why he's here, but I think..."

"Malfoy." Voldemort exhaled coldly through his nose, not paying attention to Duran's hesitation, "If they didn't attract me, I would feel strange!"

As someone who had just sworn allegiance to the Dark Lord, Duran knew he was too young to comment on it wisely.

For a while, no one spoke.Voldemort raised his gaze from the living room to the second floor, paused in front of a certain closed door for a while, and then quickly looked back. "What about the boy?"

"I just tied up his chair," Duran replied immediately, "so that he won't jump around again." Speaking of which, she glanced at Voldemort carefully, "If you have no other orders, I will Leave? There is a small private gathering near St. Paul's Church tonight, and I have received reliable news that Aginbad will also attend."

Babajide Akingbade (Babajide Akingbade), an African wizard, succeeded Dumbledore as the president of the International Federation of Wizards.

The name really caught Voldemort's attention. "Although the International Federation of Wizards basically only has a nominal restraint, it's not bad if it doesn't cause us any trouble." He thought for a moment, "You go, be careful not to expose yourself."

Duran understood the hint very well - there are many Dumbledores in the International Federation of Wizards, and Aginbad may be one of them. "I understand, master." She bowed slightly, and then left quickly.

It was half a minute after the door closed again before Voldemort moved.He drew his wand, pointing upwards, and moved his lips soundlessly, casting the house under his spell.Then he stepped up the stairs—

Woman screaming upstairs, trying to cover herself with things...but as long as she has a head, at least she has nothing to fear...he finds it kind of funny and she doesn't have a wand...how stupid and credulous they are Ah, to think that one could entrust one's safety to a friend, to think one could drop one's arms even for a moment...

Voldemort stopped halfway up the stairs before the memory played back and he slammed the door open lazily.Suddenly recalling the experience of more than ten years ago, this is not something he would do: after all, he has been able to feel the strong body gravity since he entered this house; it is also very reluctant to explain it with his subconscious, unless it is Another person's subconscious...

Obviously only boys.

If he guessed correctly, Harry was using the way of recalling Lily and James to ensure his sobriety, and he just received the aftermath of each other's thoughts incidentally.

what a fucking connection...

Voldemort cursed secretly, and his feet started to move again.As the distance shortened, the familiar dark fire in his body became more and more intense and uncontrollable.Before he came, he could also feel this anxious urging hidden in his blood and soul, but what happened just now made him really make up his mind.

According to Duran's research conclusions, not all soul mates are attracted to each other unconditionally from spirit to body.The best example was herself: the Muggle's approach resonated with her body, but her spirit utterly refused to bond with her destined mate.The end result was no surprise: the poor Muggle lost his life as a result.

Voldemort certainly wasn't going to substituting himself for Muggles - in his case, he and Harry were both wizards, after all - but there was a lesson in it.

In the end, there is something more important than a thorough soul connection—

Can the Dark Lord entrust his safety to the Savior?

Could the Dark Lord drop his weapon even for a moment before the Savior?

Anyone can easily come up with the answers to these two questions without even thinking about it.Even if the explosion of magic power outside Azkaban proves that a complete connection will only make him stronger, what is the use of a powerful force that is not under his control?

After reaching such a conclusion, Voldemort walked into the pharmacy first.He easily found the long-necked bottle filled with transparent liquid, and flipped it over his sleeve to make it disappear.After that, he turned to the next door.No sooner had he opened the door than he realized that Duran had absolutely meant it when she said she believed in "true love between two wizards who were soul mates"—

Stained windows with stained glass, magically raised mural domes, four-poster beds covered with cashmere and Egyptian cotton fabrics...

For a classical bedroom, this room is impeccably perfect.

Sadly, the only living person in the room was glaring at him.But unfortunately, this kind of stare has no power at all, when the boy is tied to the chair, the chair itself is still tied to the end of the bed and cannot be moved, and when the boy's emerald eyes are wet and the corners of the eyes are still There are unbearable red eyes. when.

Well, maybe he should retract his words, this situation really can't be regarded as a bad situation...

Something in Voldemort's body twitched excitedly.He had to stand at the door for an extra two seconds in order to strengthen his Occlumency and calm down that untimely impulse.

Although she didn't understand the complicated relationship between them, and she didn't know that there was still a problem that couldn't be solved by a bed, but at least one of the newcomers could handle things... He tried to divert his attention with the subsequent personnel arrangement, maybe Freya can be a good partner with Batty...

"Let me go!" Harry shouted, realizing that his throat had been hoarse from the effects of the medicine as soon as he spoke, and immediately shut his mouth tightly again.

Voldemort's thoughts were interrupted.If he hadn't just received a weak signal on the stairs, he would have suspected that Harry was trying to seduce him on purpose.Why didn't I find boys with this talent before?With that in mind, he walked leisurely into the room, quite satisfied with the flicker of horror that flashed across the boy's face.

This is the normal state, he told himself in his heart, while deliberately ignoring other emotions other than panic, the potion is just a disturbing factor that must be discarded...

"I'm sure I warned you last time -" Voldemort began slowly, "don't let anyone trouble you, or at least don't run into them on purpose - do you remember?"

Harry continued to glare at him. "What do you mean?" He lowered his voice so hard that it didn't sound too different from usual.

To this, Voldemort sneered back. "Freya told me that you wanted to sneak in here, but you were fainted by the mandrakes in the flowerbed." He raised his voice slightly, "Tell me, can you do something suitable for your Auror status?"

"I was doing it!" Harry retorted angrily, "I just..."

"You've just been caught, haven't you?" Voldemort cut him off involuntarily.

Being robbed so much by his rival, Harry's face turned red and blue. "I was just not careful..." This made him feel guilty, so he could only swallow the rest of the sentence.

Voldemort sneered again. "I know what you think. You're just taking advantage of what I can't do to you, so you don't have any scruples to take risks alone. Anyway, in the end, I will clean up the mess for you, right?"

Harry's eyes widened, he was almost stunned by the baseless accusation. "That's not the case!" He yelled angrily, and it was only after the words came out that he realized that he might indeed have the tendency to take risks alone—otherwise, why didn't he call Kingsley and Tonks together ?

"This is my task alone!"

From the perspective of the Horcrux, this is true.

"Really?" Voldemort had already walked slowly in front of Harry, stopped when he heard this, and turned to look at him with extremely cold eyes. "It's really admirable," he did not hide the sarcasm in his words, "I would rather sacrifice myself for others? Should I praise you as worthy of being the savior of the world?"

"Don't mention that word to me again!" Harry's pent-up anger broke out completely, "Because I'm not, that's your choice!"

Both of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.Because the voice was so loud, Harry's words echoed uncontrollably in the entire space.But before the echo fades away, something blunt, something that was there from the start, even if both of them try to pretend it doesn't exist—

After a full 3 minutes, Harry still couldn't stop the rough breath in his throat, so he could only try to shrink himself into a ball in a hopeless way; Voldemort kept his posture slightly forward, rather than launching an attack, it was better to say that he was covering something .

"We're off topic." In the end, Voldemort was the first to break the embarrassment, "Instead of being entangled in the past, it's better to focus on the present..." His voice was still flat, but a little tighter than before.

Hearing the word "now" made Harry want to curl up even more.It was really hard being strapped to the chair; unable to move and completely unable to hide the physical reaction.The worst part was that, with the current situation on the line, his soul mate still didn't want to give him a good time... He dared to swear to Merlin that what the Dark Lord said next was definitely not what he wanted to hear.

"In short, what I ask of you is that today's events must not be repeated," Voldemort continued, his red eyes wandering up and down, but never beyond Harry's chest. In my hand, I just..."

"What are you talking about?" Harry grabbed the conversation and raised his chin in a provocative way.He was still struggling before, but now he has completely given up.

Voldemort gasped slightly, as if he hadn't expected Harry to add fuel to the fire at this moment.He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes became blank again. "Punishment," he replied uncharacteristically flat, "I guess you never want a second time."

What punishment would he never want to experience again?

Harry wanted to ask more, but Voldemort had already moved before him - a cold hand grabbed him by the throat with lightning speed.This kind of shackle forced him to raise his head, and it was difficult to breathe for a while; after gasping for breath, he realized that the other party didn't really use his strength.

"What... what are you..." Harry uttered staccato syllables, while twisting his body within a fairly limited range, and there was a creaking sound between the chair and the bedpost.

Compared with the feeling of mild suffocation, the place where the two of them touched on the neck made him more unbearable.The heat from the connection completely overwhelmed the cold sensation; he was so hot that his T-shirt was clinging to his skin, the back of his long-sleeved shirt was completely soaked, and his pants were painfully tight...

However, this level of resistance was obviously nothing to the Dark Lord. "If I were you, I would try my best to find a comfortable position for myself." He whispered, his lips almost pressed against Harry's ear; his other hand went around the back of the chair and clasped Harry's hands ——

Because of the constant struggle, the ropes had worn away the skin on those wrists, and there was a slight smell of blood in the air.

But Harry didn't notice it at all.He was almost overwhelmed by pleasure, and a little bit of pain could only make him more excited. "No," he wanted to refuse, but instinctively moved his body forward, "let me go..."

To his surprise, the hands around his neck were actually loosened.Harry was gasping for breath, his throat was on fire, and he couldn't see anything clearly because of the flying gold stars in front of him due to lack of oxygen.Yet being let go didn't make it any easier for him, because he was just a little short of the last. "You must have...deliberately..." He couldn't help accusing the other party, completely unaware of the inconsistency in his own words.

Voldemort chuckled back. "Punishment, Harry, I thought I had made it very clear." His hand fell on Harry's shoulder again, and gently moved down along the collarbone, like it touched it, but it didn't seem to touch it; Before Harry began to yell at this nonchalant behavior of tantalizing, he pressed down hard and precisely, right where the imprint on Harry's chest——

"what--!"

Harry screamed uncontrollably.After a long while, he recovered from the state of white light.There was a new subtle smell in the air, and it was clear what had just happened.The moment he realized this, half of him became angry, and half of him just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.