Yan Bai of HP

The autumn red leaves are slowly falling, the ground is slowly forming frost, and the weather is getting colder. When the first snow falls on the land in the west, Harry's magic power has been fully restored, and it is better than before.The re-established sea of ​​consciousness has nearly doubled in size, and Harry spends more time every day hiding his strong magical power so as not to be discovered by Voldemort.

Now Voldemort almost wanted to shrink him down and carry him in his pocket, but as the situation became severe, Voldemort didn't have much time to stay in the manor, so Harry took the opportunity to seize the time to consolidate his strength.Fortunately, the sea of ​​consciousness has returned to normal, and Harry finally got in touch with Noah again. Lucius and Snape, who were ecstatic when they heard the news of Harry's recovery, immediately started to prepare for the rescue work, wanting to repeat the old tricks. Shi, bring his lover back again.However, what awaited them was a resentful and helpless answer.

"Why do you say you can't bring it back?!" A gloomy voice sounded in the room, Snape gritted his teeth and looked at the brown-haired boy opposite him with a livid face.

Noah, with a more expressive expression, blinked innocently, "It means that the master can't be brought back."

Lucius rushed forward and grabbed Noah by the collar, his icy blue eyes were full of murderous aura, "Noah, no matter what you say during this time, Snape and I have already recruited, But now you actually tell me that I still can't rescue Harry! Do you really think I dare not touch you?!"

Noah frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to push Lucius' big hand away, "I didn't mean to underestimate you. It's just that the master really can't leave Voldemort's side now. As for the reason, the group of people I asked you to arrest should Somebody knows better."

"Which person?" Lucius asked coldly. This time, according to Noah's instructions, they took more than a dozen hands to catch the people on Noah's list. Who knows what Noah wants? which.

Noah said cautiously, "What I'm looking for is an alchemist, probably a pharmacist. He should be the leader of this group. It's the most difficult time to catch him."

Lucius pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "There is indeed such a person. He has a lot of strange potions in his hands, and his methods are endless. I can't recognize the function of several alchemy treasures. At least half of them are It was on his hand. What do you want with this man?"

"I suspect that the potion in the master is brewed by this person, because although Voldemort is proficient in black magic and has good attainments in potion science, his resurrection time is not long, and he will not have enough time to study such an ancient magic potion." Prescription. And he wants to tamper with the master's memory. It should be a recent idea, so this potion should be brewed by someone else." Noah said, "I analyzed it. Before the master took the potion, Voldemort His subordinates recruited a group of people, and I guess the person who made the potion was among them."

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Snape and Lucius upon hearing this.

Noah continued, "Although the master's memory and magic power have been restored and are better than before, there still seems to be something in Voldemort's hands that can restrain the master."

"How?" Snape asked after a moment of hesitation.

"There is something outside that is restraining the magic power in the master's sea of ​​consciousness." Noah said bluntly, Harry's sea of ​​consciousness is basically his territory, although it is a little far away now, but he can still be keenly aware of anything wrong , so now he does not dare to act rashly.

"After having a good talk with the pharmacist, the master and I will discuss how to escape from Voldemort's manor. In fact, we have a rough idea, although you may not like it too much." Noah added.

"What plan?!" Lucius and Snape asked in unison.

Noah opened his mouth, "Eh...it's a Muggle!"

"what?!"

No matter how shocked the two of Lucius were, on Voldemort's side, when he learned that the skeleton old man was among the group Lucius had kidnapped, Voldemort was completely enraged, and shattered the armrest on the throne on the spot. The blood-red eyes looked at the Death Eaters below with murderous intent, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Sitting in the study, Voldemort took out the purple bottle from his arms, stared at it for a moment, a softness appeared in his cold eyes, and soon disappeared without a trace.The skeleton old man was the potion master he had found with great difficulty. His capture gave Voldemort an ominous premonition.A potion master is different from a potion master. In addition to being proficient in potions, the former also needs to know how to prepare other potions, such as witch medicine, so a pharmacist is more powerful than a potion master.

Becoming a pharmacist requires an extremely rich reserve of knowledge, and one needs to be proficient in the languages ​​of multiple races in order to exchange for various rare medicinal materials from other races and learn the unique pharmaceutical methods of non-human races, so the pharmacists who can generally be found are half buried old guy.Voldemort was lucky this time. He had a mermaid prescription in his hand and his terrible reputation, which made the pharmacist willing to use it for him.

The pharmacist needs to consume a lot of mana every time he dispenses the medicine, so now after brewing the memory potion for Harry, this period is the time when the pharmacist is at his weakest.Voldemort thought he was careful enough, but who knew that he still leaked the information of the skeleton old man, allowing Lucius and the others to take away this crucial pharmacist.Now, with the skeleton old man in hand, Lucius and the others will know the way to restore Harry sooner or later.Blood flashed in Voldemort's eyes, he tightly held the bottle in his hand, and slowly put it back into his arms.

Thinking of the indifference and hatred of his already intimate lover, Voldemort's chest felt like being grabbed by a big hand, and the pain and faint despair from earlier surged in his heart again.He could no longer bear the life without Harry, and he finally found the warmth he had never felt since he was born in this world.It's not like saying that life is meaningless without you, but that he has regarded Harry as an inseparable part of his life. As Voldemort, he will never allow anyone to take away what belongs to him, let alone the most important part .

So, he had to cut off any possibility that Harry would leave.

Walking slowly, Voldemort walked up the stairs and opened the door. The slender figure of the young man stood quietly on the roof, looking far into the depths of the forest, his soft hair reflected the blue sky quietly in the air. Stretching in the middle, Harry heard the footsteps and turned back with a smile. Behind him was the vast green where the sky and the earth intersected. It seemed that if he stepped back slightly, he would ride the wind and go away.

Voldemort took a slow step, each step deepening his love for Harry until he held Harry tightly in his arms.

"Looking at what?" Voldemort kissed the skin on the back of Harry's neck.

Harry shook his head, "It's not interesting to watch it every day.

"When I'm done with everything, I'll accompany you wherever you want to go." Voldemort said softly, his eyes were tender, and he didn't have the brutal and cold look when he faced the Death Eaters.

Taking out the purple medicine bottle from his cuff, Voldemort unscrewed the cap and moved it to Harry's mouth, "This is a new potion, very good for your headache."

Harry's heart trembled, and he calmly pushed away the medicine bottle beside his mouth, "I haven't had a headache for a while, and these medicines are terrible, I don't want to suffer."

Voldemort's calm scarlet eyes could no longer conceal the turmoil in his eyes. He took a deep breath and held the medicine bottle tightly, "Hey, Harry, this bottle of medicine is not bad at all. You won't need it after drinking it." Worried about headaches."

Harry sneered in his heart. Although he didn't know what the potion was for, he was sure it was definitely not a good thing.The madness hidden in Voldemort's eyes did not escape his eyes, and Harry thought something bad in his heart. If he refused too simply, it would definitely arouse suspicion. If he drank it, nothing good would happen.Harry stared at the medicine bottle in front of him, his eyes flickered slightly, but the corners of his mouth still kept smiling, cleverly avoiding Voldemort's persuasion several times.

Gradually, Voldemort finally lost his patience, and Harry's dodge also made him suspicious, and his heart became ruthless. Voldemort held Harry's back of the head with his firm hand, and continued to gently persuade him, actually wanting to directly give the potion to him. The boy poured it down.

Harry's heart turned cold, knowing that Voldemort was determined to make him drink the potion this time, his eyes slightly lowered, a sneer appeared from the corner of Harry's mouth, his fingers flicked lightly, and then he pushed Voldemort away abruptly, He pointed his finger straight at the man in front of him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flew out from his fingertips, and Voldemort couldn't dodge in time. The seemingly inconspicuous pendant on his chest suddenly emitted a white light, blocking Harry's death curse.The man looked at the boy opposite him in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock.

"You lied to me, you have been lying to me all this time!!" Voldemort said angrily, quickly drew out his wand, and pointed at Harry almost tremblingly.

Harry sneered, "You should think about what you did to me first before accusing me.

The fire is raging! ’ Sufficient charisma so that the magnified spell formed a wall of fire between the two.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were about to bleed, "You don't love me at all." It's actually a death curse, do you hate me so much and want to kill me so much! "Don't you feel anything I've done for you for so long?!"

Harry looked at him with cold eyes, "I'm not a stone, so I will naturally feel it, but, Voldemort, there is an unresolvable feud between you and me, and, besides, you actually erased my memory like a puppet , Manipulating my feelings! I can't forgive you!"

Voldemort looked sad and smiled, his lips trembling slightly, "Don't you even have a little love? This is my manor, you know you have no chance to escape."

"Not necessarily," Harry smiled slightly, and just as he finished speaking, a huge explosion sounded suddenly, and the floor under their feet was constantly shaking.

"Wow Ho Ho~~" A strange cry came from far and near, and suddenly resounded throughout the manor.