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"Drink it."

A hand outstretched in front of Harry interrupted Harry's rambling thoughts.He stared at the transparent crystal cup wrapped between his pale fingers for two seconds, realizing that it was most likely filled with the reliever that Duran refused to give him before, and raised his head suddenly.Voldemort was looking down at him from above, his flat face was full of calm and indifference, as if nothing had happened at all.

Harry moved uncomfortably.He didn't know why the Dark Lord had recovered so quickly - or if he wasn't involved at all - just as he couldn't ignore the distinct wet and slimy feel.

"Drink it," urged Voldemort again, apparently not bothering to read Harry's complex psychology. "I don't think I have a dozen hours to waste here with you."

"So what are you doing here?" Harry's suppressed anger was easily ignited, "Look at me making a fool of myself, the same as before?"

But Voldemort was not affected at all. "No," he replied, almost humorously, "it's a pity that you always give me this opportunity."

"I didn't!" Harry glared at him angrily.

"Well... To be precise, it's not exactly right this time." Voldemort continued graciously, "I told you, this is a punishment. If you do it again next time..." The scarlet eyes narrowed dangerously Get up, "Trust Voldemort, you can't imagine what else I can do to you."

Harry's heart convulsed for a moment.This is a real threat, and he should be afraid; he does have some fear, but there is a suppressed scream from deeper in his body, and he really wants to know what more egregious things Voldemort can do to him, so eager to try ...

Instinct, or connection, is enough!

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.Whether it's anticipation or anger, his emotions fluctuate too quickly and too bluntly, and it doesn't do him any good.If you want to get rid of this embarrassing state as soon as possible, the best way is undoubtedly to accept Voldemort's potion.

"Okay..." Harry conceded quietly.He moved his head closer and took a sip of the clear liquid from the rim of the glass.Voldemort made no comment on his cooperation, but slowly raised the bottom of his cup so that he could drink it all up.

The effect of the potion was immediate.Those cool liquids have already begun to spread to the limbs and bones during the process of flowing into the stomach, which is especially useful for lowering the temperature of the hot head.

"Did you just imply that you really have something to do today?" When he spoke again, Harry felt that he was awake enough, but he still had to pretend not to notice why his whole body was wet, "What is that?"

Voldemort snorted back. "I should ask you this first." He waved his hand, and the empty cup disappeared with his movement. "You didn't hold your meeting at the French Ministry of Magic, but left your Auror companions and ran to The private clinic is here—" He glanced at Harry meaningfully, "Could it be that he fell in love with the owner of the clinic?"

Harry rolled his eyes in reply to this obvious taunt.Duran is indeed very beautiful, and his magical ability is probably good, but he is not sensitive to female Death Eaters.Taking a step back, he has a soul mate, and this mate is still the Dark Lord, so would he dare to look at anyone else?

"Of course not," he answered rather impatiently. "Don't pretend you can't guess the truth."

——The truth is that Malfoy and his son are both Death Eaters, and he followed the two Death Eaters here, trying to find possible clues.

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly realized that from Duran's discovery of him until now, neither she nor Voldemort had said a single word that could be a testimony in court, not even a single word that could explain their relationship——

Duran refers to Voldemort as "your soul mate," and she doesn't even make it clear whether she knows this mate is the Dark Lord.Instead, Voldemort simply called Freya by her first name.And he couldn't bring it up publicly because he couldn't explain why he and Voldemort were meeting in private.

Harry felt a little suffocated at the thought of returning in vain this trip. "How did she know?" he asked bluntly, "I mean, the fact that you and I are soul mates?"

Voldemort gave Harry a slightly surprised look. It was unclear whether it was because he hadn't guessed the topic jump, or because Harry had directly mentioned their relationship. "I'm not in the habit of saying 'my mate is my mortal enemy' to everyone."

It was still ironic, but Harry found he didn't mind it. "She can tell with her eyes alone?" He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "How did you do that?"

"I am also very interested in your question." Voldemort replied tactfully.

Harry knew that the other party knew and would not tell him, so he decisively changed the direction. "If you don't intend to continue to ask questions knowingly, it's your turn to give an answer." He paused for a moment, and felt the wet touch wrapping him again—now they had become cold, making him more and more uncomfortable— "By the way, before that, can you untie me first?"

Voldemort did not cooperate easily.He narrowed his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth to one side. "I don't see any harm in showing up like this," he declared to the dense ropes on Harry's body, looking quite satisfied, "at least it will allow you to listen to me in peace."

Harry knew it wasn't going to be that easy.He sighed annoyed, and stared back at the other person's face. "So what's the matter with you? You did say 'no' just now, right?"

"Oh, dear Harry, you are so forgetful," said Voldemort, now smiling slyly. "Who suggested a deal to me? Did you change your mind after just one night?"

Harry realized that his back tensed unconsciously. "Peter..."

"Wormtail, that's what we call him." Voldemort interrupted Harry's unconscious murmur with a chuckle. "It's an honor for him to have a hand in this."

"Really?" Harry frowned suspiciously, not quite convinced, "He knew you wanted him..."

Harry didn't say the rest because they both knew what was going on.

"He thinks he knows," said Voldemort, with a look of interest in his red eyes that didn't quite match the cold, cruel tone of voice.

Harry stared at the Dark Lord for a moment.He had never been more aware of how much he had avoided as Voldemort's Horcrux and soulmate from possible harm.The abandoned Wormtail is indeed pitiful, but when he thinks of Sirius who has been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years and escaped from prison for many years and is still not free, his sympathy stops here.

"You cast the Imperius Curse on him?" But he asked anyway, not sure if he wanted a yes or no answer.

This made Voldemort take another look at Harry. "Don't worry about the details," he lowered his voice suddenly, "everything will be perfect."

Harry guessed that the so-called perfection should mean that he could successfully catch Wormtail, and Wormtail's confession would never reveal that Voldemort was behind it.But for some reason, he also inexplicably heard the meaning of "knowing less will be good for you" in Voldemort's answer.

After a long silence, Harry finally spoke again: "When can I act?"

Voldemort kept looking at Harry intently, and he smiled slightly upon hearing this.He took a step forward, reached out his hand towards Harry, and stroked his fingertips near Harry's temple—

The touch was only a moment, but in this short time, Harry had already acquired enough information. "Tomorrow night, London?" He was extremely surprised, "Malfoy and the others came to Paris, I thought you all..."

Voldemort gave Harry a brow-muscular jerk. "There is no 'you think'," his tone changed to that soft and smooth tone again, with a slight hiss, "I need to remind you that it is outdated."

...is it time to wait?

Harry's head was spinning rapidly. "You must have done it on purpose," he pointed out immediately, "you don't want me to stay in Paris—" Combined with Mr. Malfoy's words to Duran, "I promise we will meet again soon", the conclusion is obvious, " You must have a party tomorrow night or something!"

Voldemort replied with a snort. "Don't try to tell anyone else," he smirked, "because they can't find a place. Besides, I can assure you—" He bent down suddenly, letting the two of them The eyes met at a very close distance, "No matter who comes, it will not end well."

The approach was unexpected, and Harry instinctively leaned back.But behind him was the back of the chair, so there was not much room for retreating. "Are you implying... Dumbledore?" He tried to find some useful counterattack. "I think he already knows!"

"It doesn't matter," Voldemort said with a contorted expression at Dumbledore's name. "If he would come in person, I would be very happy."

"I wish I could" was full of gnashing of teeth, and Harry couldn't help shivering.He had seen from Voldemort's eyes earlier that the Dark Lord was going to shoot the Death Curse at Dumbledore, and this attitude had not changed until now. "You can't," he couldn't help protesting loudly after reacting, "No matter who it is, you can't kill him! You are not qualified!"

"I'm not entitled?" repeated Voldemort, amused.He seemed to want to refute, but in the end he just straightened up and brushed off the large black robe vainly. "Whatever you think," he said lightly, "let me take my leave first."

"—Wait!" Harry watched the other party's actions in shock, "You just threw me here?!"

"I don't think the deal we reached did not release you." Voldemort walked towards the door of the room without looking back. "You can find a way yourself. Or wait for Freya to come back tomorrow morning," he stepped out of the room, There seemed to be an uncontrollable smile in the voice, "She will be surprised to find you are still here."

Before he finished speaking, the Dark Lord disappeared.Leaving Harry staring at the deserted room, he completely forgot about the transaction for a while——

He couldn't believe that today's matter would end in such a way.Of course, Voldemort had been intent on breaking the connection, and he had never expected a little potion to resolve the obstacles between them.But since the Dark Lord has already helped him solve the biggest and most embarrassing problem—to be honest, he is quite a gentleman, even if the other party uses "punishment" to describe it—he refuses to move his fingers on these ropes. ?

Just as Harry's anger was rising, a wand appeared silently in front of him.

An innocent wand of holly would have been glared at by its master if it were possible.Harry gritted his teeth fiercely for a while, and finally took it in one bite.