[HP]Timepiece Countdown

Harry had thought he needed a little more time to convince Voldemort.But the next day, as soon as he opened the door of his room, a piece of parchment was slapped on his face, completely blocking his vision.

"What the hell..." Harry wondered a little.He suspected that someone's prank was in the wrong place, and he tore it off to see——

At six o'clock, the doors of the first batch of classrooms are opened;

06:30, go outside the castle to check the conditions of the greenhouses and forests;

At seven o'clock, open the gates of the castle;

At eight o'clock, when the Pukuchi patrols change shifts, they learn about the night's duty;

09:30, open the doors of the second batch of classrooms;

At [-]:[-], tidy up the first batch of classrooms and lock the doors;

At [-]:[-], clear the Quidditch pitch and broomroom;

At [-]:[-], tidy up the second batch of classrooms and lock the doors...

This is actually a schedule for the key keeper!

Harry scanned down ten rows at a glance, and when he saw the last row of "the whole school patrolling, providing help to teachers and students in need", he was so angry that he almost laughed.Isn't it the key keeper, the Dark Lord thought that would scare him away?

But within an hour, it had proved to Harry that he might indeed not be suitable for such a trivial and meticulous job that required a lot of patience.

The first is to open the classroom door.Logically speaking, this is a foolish operation of finding the right one in a bunch of keys and inserting|inserting|into the lock.Similar to Hogwarts, the classrooms with lessons in the first period are scattered and not connected together.It was already late when Harry went out, and he was not very familiar with the castle, so his speed was inevitably slower.

But when he was working and thinking about how to make up for it in the next castle exterior inspection, a few well-dressed students suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor.

"Good morning, Tom!" they called cheerfully, their big eyes sparkling. "Join us? We brought you breakfast! Great cheese waffles today, still hot!"

Harry was originally thinking about which girl in Hogwarts besides Hermione would be so studious, and his face turned black when he heard it.They didn't get up so early to study at all!

This made Harry finish the rest of the task like a fly, and then walked out of the castle impatiently.He walked around the rough and thick granite stone wall, but found nothing abnormal, so he had to go back.But he still remembered what happened just now, so he kept an eye out, and when he opened the door, he turned sideways cautiously——

Plop, plop, plop!

The three girls fell out like stacked Arhats.The few behind them grabbed the door panel hard, so that no more exaggerated accident happened.

Finding that the person lying on the ground still kept his arms outstretched, Harry's face darkened even more.If he hadn't dodged just now, he would have been hugged straight, not to mention the possible follow-up...

Being chased and intercepted so early in the morning, it was obvious what would happen next.After playing hide and seek all day with the overly open students, Harry was exhausted physically and mentally, and he didn't think he was so tired fighting a dark wizard.

Although he almost used up his share of "cold face and walk away" in his life today, but fortunately he still solved it, at least the task for this day was solved...

Just as Harry was comforting himself in this way, a shrill cry of help suddenly came from the top.He followed the sound and looked up, and saw a girl in the first and second grades hanging upside down on the chandelier in the corridor.The ancient brass chandelier was still shaking desperately, making a dangerous cracking sound.

Without thinking, Harry drew out his wand, intending to cast a Flying Charm.But the metal brace snapped before that, and the girl fell screaming.He was taken aback and instinctively picked it up with his hands.The girl also stretched out her hands towards him, and in the blink of an eye, they hung tightly around his neck.

"I knew you wouldn't really leave me alone, Tom!" she yelled excitedly in Harry's ear, without even the slightest hint of survival, "I've got you, they'll be so jealous! "

...so you put yourself in danger on purpose? !

Originally, Harry's fright should turn into happiness for a near-miss, but now they can all turn into raging anger.It's okay for these unworldly girls to be obsessed with Voldemort, how can they easily make fun of their own lives? !

**

In the middle of the night, everything was silent.

Harry slipped out of the castle quietly, careful not to leave shadows, footprints, and smells that could be traced.The intern Auror's stealth course has just begun, but according to his estimation, his level is enough for the protection of the school's perimeter.

A group of Pukuqi with bows and arrows suddenly appeared in the field of vision out of thin air.Harry ducked into the corner of the stone wall, holding his breath, concentrating on maintaining his invisibility.He didn't start moving towards the snake mulberry tree until the patrol team had walked a certain distance.

The woods are quiet, and the moonlight shines down from between the tall tree crowns, illuminating the thick layer of pine needles on the ground.There was bound to be a creaking sound when he stepped on it, and Harry had to add another Levitation Charm to himself.He walked around the thick trunk, but found nothing.Looking up again, the dense branches and leaves above completely cut off any exploration.He was considering whether to climb up to have a look, but suddenly a strong suction came from under his feet, and he was sucked into the ground in half a second.

"If you have to follow me, can you make things clean—" an impatient voice sounded immediately, "Do you have to repeat every sentence three times before you can remember it?"

Harry spat out the dirt that he had accidentally choked into his mouth just now, stood up on the side, and shook off the withered yellow pine needles that had accumulated on his body. "But you're not doing very well on your own." He walked up to Voldemort, who was sizing him up with folded hands, without avoiding it, and at the same time noticed that the roots were criss-crossing all around - the thing he had just used as a handrail was one of them. a tree root.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows in the dark, confined space—apparently, with no one around, he didn't feel the need to maintain Transfiguration. "That's kind of a novelty," he asked slowly, obviously wondering, "which one are you talking about?"

Harry took out the crumpled schedule from his hip pocket. "Can I ask, are there so many girls ready to run into you at any time?"

"You said that?" Voldemort showed a mocking expression close to disgust, "Of course not..." He paused, "Don't tell me, you are blocked."

Harry figured that what the Dark Lord meant was that he was powerful enough to hide from any students who approached him with inappropriate intentions.As much as Harry was annoyed by it, Voldemort's equally annoyed it gave him a lot of balance. "It's not blocking," he still felt very unhappy when he thought about the past. "In my opinion, they are probably crazy."

"Americans, it's normal to be more enthusiastic." Voldemort commented nonchalantly.

Harry couldn't help glaring at him. "'More enthusiastic'? Hanging herself on a chandelier, falling headfirst, and she doesn't have a wand - can that be explained by 'more enthusiastic'?"

"So you caught her?" Voldemort continued unfazed. "Then I guess she's having a good time."

The Dark Lord said this as if the matter had nothing to do with him.Harry gritted his teeth angrily, but he couldn't deny the other party's rightness. "I scolded her very badly."

"The result?" Voldemort continued to ask, his red eyes full of shrewdness.

Harry glared at the Dark Lord again, and a deep sense of frustration came over him again. "She was stunned...but ended up looking fascinated," he admits reluctantly, "and swears that no one has ever made you talk so much."

The resentment inside was almost overflowing, but Voldemort showed Harry an uncontrollable smile. "I thought you should have mastered stealth and anti-reconnaissance," he smiled. "Dodging those kids is a piece of cake."

"But there are too many of them!" said Harry angrily. "You can't..." Realizing how sour the ensuing complaint, he stopped short.

"What can't I do?" Voldemort lowered his voice, and his expression became a half-smile.

Harry pursed his lips and stared at him stubbornly.The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Voldemort was the first to turn away. "If you came here just to say this to the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord knows." He waved his hand casually, "But please don't forget that the previous proposal is still valid."

Harry was stunned for a long time before he realized what the so-called proposal was - asking him to leave Everone as soon as possible. "Are you kidding me?" he said angrily.

"No," Voldemort replied lightly, and he had almost reached the corner of the tunnel at this time, "I just don't want you to find some reason for me to tie you up and throw you down the mountain, so that you don't get in my way."

Harry followed without thinking. "Do you think I won't tell the story?"

"Let me remind you, that's exactly why I want to strike first." Voldemort's voice didn't sound exasperated at all.

But Harry was even angrier.He walked a few steps quickly, trying to catch the Dark Lord; but there was a steep slope immediately after the corner, he didn't pay attention, his feet stepped on the air, and the whole person suddenly fell forward, just falling on Voldemort's waist, and the two were half entangled and rolled down.

Fortunately, the slope is not long.

"It's too dark in here," Harry said hastily, trying to free his hands and feet from the mess of his robes while trying not to choke on the dust, "I didn't see..."

Voldemort, who was sideways below, was rather annoyed. "Don't talk nonsense, get up quickly." He rolled his eyes several times because of the stupid situation he had never encountered before, "I figured it out, it's never good to meet you."

Harry almost jumped with rage at the utterly unreasonable dislike. "Where is it?" He retorted dissatisfiedly, "Even if I want to say this, it should be me..." While talking, he suddenly touched another pair of cold hands, and his movements froze there.

"Come on," urged Voldemort, unable to bear the warmth of the boy's weight on him, "whatever is wrong with you..."

"Why?" Harry interrupted loudly, his voice muffled throughout the space.It shouldn't be, he still had that feeling the day before... But then again, when he first arrived in Ivimoni, he didn't have a soul mate connection... The connection was intermittent, and Duran appeared As a node, could it be...

"What 'why'?" Voldemort wondered a little, but he immediately got the correct answer from the boy's suspicious expression of injury - they were touching skin to skin, but there was no physical reaction that should have occurred.

Harry jerked his arms out and finally managed to sit up. "What did you ask Duran to do?" He didn't care about the torn sleeve, staring closely at the Dark Lord who was half sitting up, his green eyes burning with cold anger, "Some kind of disconnection thing, Yes or no?"