[HP]Timepiece Countdown

Voldemort felt a headache, literally.

But that's not to say how much of a surprise it was.After all, Duran had warned him a long time ago that the potion might not be able to completely isolate the two of them from such a strong soul connection.Again, Harry is sensitive about it, and it's entirely expected that he'll be furious when he finds out.In the end, it has been proven countless times that a boy's anger triggers his headaches.

Also, as he discovered before, he actually has a good tolerance for obviously negative emotions such as hatred and anger.In contrast, seemingly more harmless and softer emotional empathy will make him more painful-such as worry, sadness and other things born of love.

As for love itself...

Voldemort stared at the boy sitting on his lap and remained silent.Twice, that unearthly dull ache, which is indistinguishable from the warmth the boy feels through the fabric now.As much as he hated to think deeply about why, it could really only be explained by Harry's liking.However, despite the appearance, he really couldn't figure out the core problem——

its source.

It's impossible to fall in love with an enemy...

Although Harry said he had no regrets, the tears that wet his neckline were not fake...

Voldemort's mind circled around the image of Harry grabbing his hand and pressing his lightning scar, and then made a decision. "At this point, I think it's best for us to be open and honest." He said calmly, his voice low, but each syllable was very clear, "You may also have begun to get tired of this boring cat-and-mouse game, Right?"

"I..." Harry immediately wanted to object to the definition of "a boring game of cat and mouse".

But Voldemort didn't give Harry a chance. "You guessed right," he admitted bluntly, "I did ask Duran to develop a potion to isolate the connection between soul mates. But you should have guessed, after all, I have told you before You and I will do it."

Although Harry had expected it the moment he asked, it was another matter to actually hear and guess.A strong emotion rushed to occupy his head, forcing his heart to constrict, and his eyes were red.

At the same time, Voldemort also felt a pain like never before - his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.This made all the muscles in his body spasm and tense, but he didn't even groan.

Obviously, the connection between the two is protesting wildly, but what does that stupid connection know?

The headache might have been about the same as the boy's lightning scar, and they evened out...

Voldemort thought wildly as he took a deep, soundless breath.After the wave of painful peaks passed, he continued: "I have to say that Duran's works are not completely satisfactory to me. After all, judging from the current situation, it can only prevent soul mates from connecting in physical contact. Responding to the time required for isolation." He paused to make sure his tone was the same as before, "Our situation is unique, and the potion needs further improvement—in terms of spirit, I mean. "

"What?" Harry yelled out before finishing listening, staring at the man in front of him in disbelief. "You obviously..." His throat was choked, and large drops of water slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Voldemort frowned.

This reaction is a bit weird...

He could understand if the boy was getting more and more angry about it; but, if he was not mistaken, the boy was sad right now?

...Wait, sad?

The Dark Lord didn't have to spend much time guessing, because his head was hurting again.He gritted his back molars, but it suddenly occurred to him in new pain that the two-way connection might be applicable to a wider range than he had expected; Harry's feelings can certainly trigger his headaches, and his headaches can also be negative feedback. The form returned to Harry...

Hell, doesn't this ever go smoothly?

"Well, I guess it doesn't make sense for me to continue to hide my side effects from you." Voldemort inevitably felt frustrated, powerless and annoyed, "It may or may not be a good thing, because—

"It's better not to connect in the first place than to find out after connecting that we're just going to torture each other in different ways."

When the words fell to the ground, Harry froze.His tears stopped, and he stared at the Dark Lord without blinking, hoping to find even a trace of joking in him.But he tragically found himself failing. "Is this your final conclusion?" he asked, his voice hoarse with despair.

Voldemort didn't answer right away.The boy was shaking, and he could clearly feel the slight tremor coming from where the two touched, and he was almost frightened by it.Empathy, he had to remind himself aloud in his head that the reason for the Dark Lord's panic was because the Savior was afraid.In addition, his forehead started throbbing restlessly again; even if it was unlikely, he didn't want the boy to feel it.

But none of the above explained why he couldn't look directly into those green eyes that were flickering uncomfortably, or why he refused to think about the boy's fear—

Harry had never flinched from fighting him, front and back; but after he made a suggestion that would be good for both of them, Harry was scared?It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all...

"Maybe Duran can make a potion that meets your requirements," Harry said softly again, he barely recovered his logic after the huge shock, "What reason do you make inferences that we just Will—" He took a deep breath, and it was obviously difficult for him to say the next thing, "'torture each other in different ways'?"

If it weren't for the one being questioned, Voldemort would have applauded Harry's courage and perseverance.He really wanted to ask, where on earth did the boy see that they wouldn't torture each other—

Because of the prophecy, he wanted to kill Harry;

It looked like it might never work out now, but the Potters had died for it;

Under this premise, Harry will never agree with his ideas and practices, and has become an Auror;

After bumps and bumps until today, the two of them barely produced a physical gravitational force beyond the connection.Leaving aside the reasons that are difficult to explain clearly, the barrier-like gap still exists——

Loving Harry seemed like a natural instinct, but it was painful for him.

Such a huge gap that Voldemort couldn't believe that Harry didn't notice it.He felt as if there were thousands of reasons piled up in his chest, each of which could make the boy speechless.But after he really opened his mouth, he only asked, "Did you bring the communicator out?"

"What?" The question was so abrupt that Harry was taken aback, a little at a loss. "It's with..."

For a moment, Voldemort couldn't help wondering whether the communicator belonged to the Ministry of Magic or the Order of the Phoenix, but he quickly decided that it didn't matter. "The hurricane in Scotland, and the Tower Bridge in London, I suggest you ask about the casualties—" Facing the sudden change in the boy's face, he deliberately emphasized, "Right now."

Harry jumped to his feet with the swiftness of a frightened deer. "What the hell did you do?"

The warm weight disappeared as quickly as it came... Voldemort followed suit. "Of course it's to divert attention," he explained lightly, noticing sensitively that there was a certain distance between the two of them now, "As I said, no one can interfere with the Dark Lord's business."

"The communicator is in the room, I have to go back and have a look." Harry gave the man a sharp look as he said this, with more disappointment inside.

Voldemort said nothing until the boy left.He stood there, as quiet as a stone statue.It wasn't until the surroundings returned to the all-too-familiar, closed and silent darkness that he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Afterwards, the man went deeper underground.The low corridors that rotate in all directions circulate continuously, until there is a faint green light at the very end.Something is embedded in the center of the thickest taproot, and it is from that that the light emanates.

Voldemort studied the light source carefully for a moment.Only the leaves of the whole snake mulberry tree can be picked off and used as medicine, and other parts are invulnerable, including the root system.This was probably because the wand was still asleep; if he awakened it and took it, the mulberry tree would lose its magical properties and return to a normal tree.

Fortunately, the work of collecting leaves is usually carried out in mid-spring every year, and this year has been completed; even if he has to use the stupid method of carpet-like netting to find the anti-curse, there is still close to a whole year...

Voldemort pulled the leather-bound note from his sleeve, and continued reading the items he had tried earlier.This is completely mechanical labor, and there is no need to think at all.He also lost his mind because of this-

Harry came to Evermore to deliver a letter to Dumbledore, which had already been done...

Dumbledore, or the Order of the Phoenix, has been trying to build a worldwide united front against the growing organization under his name...

Compared with the Ministry of Magic, which cannot establish a decent hunting system, the tension of the Order of the Phoenix can be regarded as the best respect for the Dark Lord. Unfortunately, in recent years, he has been busy solving personal problems—yes, the soul mate And the connection problems that came with it - without even thinking about organizing the Death Eaters' movements properly.

Fortunately, this stalemate won't last long.

He'll get the wand of Slytherin, he'll build a dark empire with more power and influence than ever before; and no one can stop him, not even the boy...

Although the combination of him and Harry will produce great power that no one can imagine, the prospect is very distracting and destabilizing, but it is an unattainable mirage... He should recognize this and be firm The road under your feet...

Suddenly, green light flooded, and a hissing hum echoed throughout the space.

Voldemort's thoughts that had drifted far away were pulled back as quickly as possible.It was the wand that was vibrating, and he glanced quickly at the last Old English sentence he had spoken, and said it tentatively again—

The hissing buzz grew louder.

The wand of his ancestors was answering his call.

He immediately took a step forward, pressed his right hand on the curly and tangled thick root system, and continued to repeat the previous snake language.The wand vibrated more violently, and the surrounding soil fell down with a rustle, shaking like a precursor to an earthquake.

The movement was so loud that it would be strange not to be noticed. Voldemort accelerated the squirming speed of his lips, not daring to stop for a moment.He could already sense movement in the castle, someone wanted to come out and check; he had to get it before they got there, or it would be discovered that there was no earthquake at all—

After a final violent jolt, the wand finally broke free, slowly bursting from the depths, and finally fell into his outstretched palm.

Voldemort gripped it tightly, and with the other hand reached for the Portkey that had been prepared in his pocket.But in the blink of an eye, he returned from the depths of the ground to the door of his room in Ivemony Castle.There was no one around, as long as he appeared pretending to be alarmed, no one could suspect him.

The goal was finally achieved.

As long as he wants, nothing he does after that can be traced.

But the Dark Lord found that he didn't have the ecstasy he imagined, nor the excitement.There was no need to compare it with when he got the locket and ring before, he knew that he was too calm.

This is indeed abnormal, but it cannot be said that there is no trace——

The chaos had started when he actually touched Harry; now, it was over.