[HP]Timepiece Countdown

Early the next morning, just after dawn, Harry plunged into the Everone Library.It was the first time he heard that Slytherin's own wand was here, so he tried to find some useful information from the vast collection of books, as Hermione had done in the past.

This matter is no different from finding a needle in a haystack, and it is quite time-consuming.It wasn't until night fell that Harry left the library rubbing his sore eyes and empty belly.He spent the whole day and only figured out three things about the wand——

Isolt Sayre, the founder of Ivemoney, was born in the Gaunt family. She stole Slytherin's wand from her aunt Gormlaith Gaunt and brought it with her. with it to the United States;

Gormless came after her and put the snakewood wand to sleep with Parseltongue, but she failed in the battle;

Isolt couldn't speak Parseltongue, and couldn't awaken the wand, so he could only bury it outside the stone wall of Yvermony.At last a tree grew in that place, probably the broadleaf tree he had noticed earlier.

Given that Voldemort only wanted the Slytherin wand, Harry felt he had reason to be thankful.At least the Dark Lord didn't want the whole of Yvelmone... but there was a house in this school whose founder was a Muggle, and the Dark Lord thought it might have been tainted...

Then again, none of the above is the key, the key is the apparently lost Parseltongue spell.Voldemort hadn't been able to find the right answer yet, otherwise the other party wouldn't have had to go out of their way to pretend to be the key keeper...

Harry thought about this, stomping through the intricate corridors, trying to find Voldemort as soon as possible.However, the Dark Lord was still not in his room today.

As if this was a surprise...

Harry couldn't hold back his slander, and sighed heavily at the same time.He ignored the protest of his stomach, turned his head and ran towards the gate.He knew now what Voldemort had been up there last night: the tower had the best view of the mulberry tree from the school.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Harry poked his head out of the spiral staircase, he found that the surrounding area was empty, and there was no one there.Puzzled, he climbed to the top and looked out from the stone window.At first, he saw nothing but the rolling forest and the distant mountains; but after a while, two dark figures appeared from behind the thick trunk of the mulberry tree, as if they had been talking there before.

Harry narrowed his eyes.The moment he recognized it, he suddenly felt a chill——

It was Voldemort, and Freya Duran.

... She is not staying in Paris, what is she doing here?

Just when Harry unconsciously tightened his grip on the crack in the stone, Duran had already noticed his gaze from afar. "Master," she reminded in a low voice, she couldn't say that she was not cautious, "We seem to have been discovered."

Without looking back, Voldemort also knew by whom her "discovery" was discovered. "Don't worry," he replied lightly, keeping his eyes on the potion he just got, "as long as your potion works."

Durand had to work hard to control his body's reactions so as not to shiver.Voldemort asked her to research ways to cut off the soul mate connection, and she could only do so no matter how she disagreed.At this moment, what she was worried about was not the effect of her medicine, but what Voldemort would think afterward—

If the Dark Lord went back on his word later, would he take his anger out on her?

Duran was full of curiosity and wanted to find out what the strongest soul connection in history was all about.But it wasn't until recently that she realized that she had thought things too simply.It's not that the strongest soul connection doesn't live up to its name, or that she's lost interest in soulmates; but if every mission she does is witnessed and questioned by the partner on the other end of the connection, she honestly doesn't think it's a job Dry--

While the Savior obviously wouldn't do anything to her, she'd much rather deal with Bellatrix who screams and casts jinxes!

As soon as he suspected that he might be being forced to play the role of an emotional stumbling block, Duran only thought of running away from the place of right and wrong. "These can be used for half a year, Master." She said quickly, "If you have nothing else to order, then I'll leave first?"

Did Harry avoid it when he showed up?

Voldemort cast a playful glance at his subordinate, a rare act of kindness. "Go."

With permission, Duran immediately Apparated.Voldemort waited in place for a while, then stuffed the crystal bottle containing the potion into his cuff, turned his head and flew back to the tower.As soon as he stood firmly, he asked jokingly, "Why, Harry, can't sleep?"

Harry lifted his head and stared at the Dark Lord without blinking.I don't know what Duran did, the man is obviously in a good mood... He was about to ask this question, but a series of loud grunts rushed out of his stomach.The silence around him made it sound almost harsh, and he blushed with embarrassment. "I..." At this moment, the questioning was completely useless. He had to give up his previous plan and surrender to reality, "I'm hungry."

Voldemort lowered his eyelids, his eyes wandered around Harry's stomach and face, and his brows raised. "Didn't you have dinner?"

The correct answer was none all day, but Harry didn't want to mention it. "Where can I find food at this time?" He looked around and said to him, his eyes flickering.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had noticed that Harry was lying, but he didn't see through it right away. "Go back to your room, just say a word - the rooms prepared for guests here have basic summoning functions, I think you should be able to find out."

That was true, but Harry hadn't come here for the food in the first place.Being vaguely pointed out made his face redder, but he still insisted on asking: "Will you still be here later?"

"May I assume that you are blatantly asking about the whereabouts of the Dark Lord?" Voldemort asked back, but there was no sign of being offended in his tone.

"Maybe," Harry curled his lips to show that he wasn't interested in the idea, "but I'd prefer to put it another way...like, it's only natural that I want to be with my partner."

The words probably shouldn't have come out of Harry's mouth, so Voldemort stared at him in shock. "You haven't screwed your brains out, have you, Harry?" the Dark Lord asked suspiciously, reaching out to touch Harry's forehead. "It's just been a day..."

Harry stood there motionless, letting those long, cold fingers wander around.Their strength is gentle, but wherever they pass, it seems to ignite stars and flames.The familiar feeling of alternating heat and cold captured him again; he took a deep breath, grabbed his fingers as they were about to leave, and pressed hard against the lightning scar on his forehead. "Of course I didn't."

What the scars represent, both of them know very well.

Voldemort didn't fight or struggle.His eyes stayed on the lightning-shaped permanent scar between his fingers for a while, and the expression on his face was unpredictable. "What exactly do you want?"

Harry threw his head up at him. "We need to talk."

Moments later, Harry's room.

The basic summoning function of the Yvemoney room can indeed meet the needs of a normal wizard's life, so Harry randomly ordered a light meal.While he was devouring it, Voldemort was sitting at the other end of the table, with his hands folded casually in front of him, still maintaining an indecipherable expression.After Harry swallowed his last bite of food, he said, "What do you want to talk about?"

Harry looked up from the plate, and the reply was simpler than he asked: "Face."

Voldemort knew he was still wearing a disguise, but he didn't know what Harry was up to. "It doesn't matter."

Harry didn't comment, just stared at him.

"Okay," Voldemort gave up first, and smiled indifferently, not without sarcasm, "since you insist on helping me reduce my workload." I didn't see him take out his wand or anything, and his face turned from bottom to top changed back.

Harry sat up straight so that he could look straight at the pale snake's face. "I have a question about Slytherin's wand."

"What?" Voldemort was slightly surprised, and then quickly realized, "You have been studying this today?" There was no question in his tone at all, and he quickly smirked, "So what's your problem?"

"That wand requires Parseltongue awakening, if I'm not mistaken," said Harry softly.

"You know I am," replied Voldemort, obviously not thinking about it.

"Of course I do," Harry affirmed. "In case you don't remember, so do I."

"You and I are the only ones who can speak Parseltongue. Is that what you want to say?" Voldemort laughed loudly. "Didn't I warn you a long time ago that if you want to avoid suspicion, you should leave this place as soon as possible?"

Harry was unimpressed. "But I'm already here, and everyone knows that I voluntarily asked to stay for a few more days. If I change my mind halfway, wouldn't it seem more suspicious?" Having said that, he pointed at the man vainly, " More suspicious than an uneducated keykeeper anyway."

Now Voldemort stopped laughing. "If you are accusing me of causing you trouble, it can be avoided, and it can save each other's time."

"It's as if you've caused me less trouble." Harry snorted immediately, "Compared to the others, this one is a lot less, and this one is not much more."

"So?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes again, "Could it be that you just want to tell me that you have finally learned to be sarcastic? Or, have you learned how to play tricks?"

Although he had been prepared for a long time, Harry couldn't help letting out an annoyed breath when he heard such words. "Of course not!" He raised his voice, "I was thinking, if you only have time to carry out operations at night, why don't you find someone to help you with the day's work?"

"I..." Voldemort was about to say that he could handle the whole thing by himself, and then suddenly read Harry's implication. "Could it be that you have a suitable candidate?" He asked softly, but he had already come up with an unbelievable answer in his heart——

The boy himself was that candidate.

As if to verify his guess, Harry nodded slightly solemnly.

"...Are you crazy?" Voldemort pushed the back chair away with a swipe, and stood up abruptly, "Did you know that almost all countries use magic wands to reversely deduce the caster of the spell?" He rested his hands on the On the table, leaning forward so that their eyes met directly, "Do you know what I can do with an unregistered wand?"

"I really don't know," Harry admitted.He didn't flinch, and bravely met those scarlet vertical pupils, "But if I don't get involved, I don't know what you plan to do with an unregistered wand."

Voldemort let out a disdainful snort from his throat. "As if I'd let you know..." he muttered, standing up straight again, "as if I'd agree..."

"But in fact you can't refuse my participation," Harry tapped twice on the table as a reminder, "Thanks to you, I'm also a Parseltongue."

Hearing this emphasis again, Voldemort's eyes widened slightly.He had to admit that he really hadn't expected Harry to have such a plan before.After all, according to the boy's usual behavior style, it is a normal reaction to stop him desperately.Why has it turned into a tactical detour and a hidden threat now...

"What if I don't agree?" Voldemort thought of this again, and his cheek muscles twitched slightly, "You have to compete with me, who can guess the snake language counter-curse first?"

"Trust me, I really don't want to do that." Harry blinked his emerald green eyes as innocently as he could, "I hope you don't make me do that either."

This is really a threat. "I take back what I said before," Voldemort sneered back, "Dumbledore taught you well." Before he finished speaking, he walked away without looking at Harry again.

Harry watched the Dark Lord disappear through the door, and belatedly realized that his palms and back were covered with sweat, so he wiped his hands vigorously on his trousers.He's taking a big risk, and he hopes he's doing the right thing.