[HP] Crack

Harry's snake venom was cured quickly, and he didn't even feel any pain, but the ugly face of the therapist made him feel like he was terminally ill.

"You...you are safe, sir." The therapist said tremblingly, not daring to look down at Voldemort behind Harry.

Harry pulled back his sleeves and thanked him, but the therapist took a step back in horror and waved his hands hastily.

"No...that's what we should do..."

Harry was a little helpless, so he had no choice but to say nothing to stimulate him, and left the ward with Voldemort.

The corridor of the hospital was extremely silent, and the lights seemed particularly dim, flickering and flickering, illuminating the panic in my heart.Harry collected his thoughts, he was still a little confused about what happened.He remembered going to Bathilda Bagshot's house with Hermione, and Bagshot turned into a snake...

"You're not afraid of me," said Voldemort suddenly, and Harry turned to look at him.This is a declarative sentence.

"what happened?"

The man didn't answer, just looked at the silent corridor.

Harry thought for a moment, "You want me to be as afraid of you as those therapists?"

"I didn't say that."

"Forget it, I don't want to try to guess what you're thinking," Harry shrugged, "but you know, if I was as afraid of you as they are, and I couldn't speak clearly in front of you, I wouldn't be able to live until now gone."

Voldemort glanced at him, but made no comment.Harry felt a little bored, touched his nose, and suddenly thought of something, and asked, "By the way, where is Hermione?"

Voldemort paused, then walked on again without saying a word.Suddenly realizing something, Harry stopped.

"You left her there, didn't you?" His voice was trembling, and there seemed to be a pot of water boiling in his mind, and he couldn't feel anything.He drew his wand and was held down by a hand before he could Disapparate.The man looked at him expressionlessly, and the slender hand like a spider's foot forcibly snatched the wand from his hand and held it in his hand.

"give me back!"

"where do you want to go?"

"It's none of your business!" Harry yelled. "If anything happens to her, I can't spare you!"

"Oh, what do you want to do?" He actually smiled, but was quickly replaced by gloom, "Run up to that man and get your friend out, eh? I guess you knelt down and begged him for mercy , maybe he will let her go, what do you think?"

Harry glared at him angrily, biting his lower lip, as if he was going to punch her in the face any second.After a few seconds, he said stiffly: "This is all your fault, who do you think is to blame?"

"You never thought I would help you, Potter." His mocking tone almost made him lose his mind, Harry shook his fingers, and finally reached out to him:

"Give me back my wand."

The man's expression suddenly became a little weird.

"faster--"

Voldemort slowly reached into the pocket of the black robe and fumbled for a while, then took out the broken wand and handed it to him, with an unknown smile slowly showing on his face.

Harry's eyes froze for a moment.He looked at the wand in his hand, and then at Voldemort. A bad breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get it out.The wand that had accompanied him for six years lay there quietly. It used to be so flexible and obedient, and could perfectly complete every command he gave, but now there was only a little feather connecting the two broken pieces of wood.His lips trembled, and the other party wanted to add fuel and vinegar at this time:

"You broke it yourself, Potter. You don't mind taking this to beat him?"

Harry took it slowly from Voldemort's hand with a sullen face, looked at it for a while, and put it in his pocket.Without warning, he punched him in the chest.

The room provided by the Director of St. Mungo's Hospital was on the top floor and was very comfortable.The bed was covered with thick cushions and dark green quilts, a landscape oil painting was hung on the wall, and two exquisite ceramic cups were placed on the bedside table by the wall.

However, after the usher who brought them here hurriedly left, Voldemort glanced inside and closed the door, saying, "The Invisibility Cloak."

"What's the matter?" Harry's tone was very bad, but he still took out the shiny and smooth silk from his pocket.Voldemort pulled it out of his hand and draped it over the two of them.

Although still complaining about Voldemort, he still looked up at him with questioning eyes.The man's big hand grabbed Harry's shoulder hard. The latter was about to struggle, so he pressed it tighter: "Don't move."

"So we don't live here? Why?" He lowered his voice.

"If you live here, it means letting others know your whereabouts. I don't understand how you can be so stupid." He said coldly.Harry was too angry to speak, and elbowed back, only to be caught by Voldemort in one fell swoop.

"If you do it again, Potter..."

"Oh, what are you going to do? Have you figured out a way to torture me without magic?" he sneered.

"There are many, Potter. Don't challenge my patience."

They bypassed the stairwell with heavy traffic, took another emergency passage to the first floor, left this building which was just an abandoned department store in the eyes of Muggles, and came to the dark street.Harry squinted his eyes and looked around for a while, just about to make a sound, Voldemort looked down at him, took out his wand and handed it to him: "Apparate to your camping place."

"what?"

"Or do you want to sleep on the street?"

"But we don't have a tent—well, don't look at me like that, I'm not good enough at Transfiguration, if you don't mind—"

"Don't talk nonsense, Potter."

Harry glared at him, then took his arm and apparated into a silent valley.

He let go of him as soon as he hit the ground, and stood sullenly in place.This was where he, Hermione, and Ron had been, and thinking about it made his chest throb so hard that he couldn't even breathe.He doesn't know why he's still here with him, instead of taking the chance to kill him - it's a perfect chance, he loses his magic and becomes nothing more than a Muggle... If he doesn't do it, he will face it Two Voldemorts left.Pictured the man's pale, flat face, the feel of silk rubbing against his skin as he leaned over him, and his maddening sucking... What the hell was he thinking?

Harry shook his head, trying to drive away any inappropriate thoughts.Voldemort had already taken off the Invisibility Cloak and put it on his shoulders.He seemed to observe the surrounding situation, and asked coldly: "Is this the place you chose?"

"Do you have an opinion?" Harry came back to his senses and stuffed the invisibility cloak into his pocket. "Put a protective spell around and no one will notice, but I'm afraid we can only sleep on the grass. Of course, I know the hospital's The bed is more comfortable-”

"Just do it like this." The man interrupted him, which surprised him a little.Harry rubbed his nose and began to work his magic slowly.

You should have killed him instead of being here foolishly ready to sleep with him... if you don't kill him he might kill you in the night.A voice admonished him in this way, and Harry felt very reasonable.God knows what this man is thinking, he may kill him in the next second, so that he will be destroyed by his credulity, just like Dumbledore...

But if he wanted him to die, he didn't have to save him.He also said just now that his magic is left in his body, so he won't let him die... But this has nothing to do with his own intention to kill him, Harry thought gloomily, he wanted to destroy the Horcrux in the first place, Only now the Horcrux has become a human.

Harry chose a piece of lawn that was shaded by trees, walked around it, used all the protective magic they usually used, cleaned the snow off the lawn, and took off his thick coat and spread it on the ground.The snowy wind at night made him shiver, and the sound of howling wind came from all around.He suddenly felt that it was not a wise decision to sleep in the open during the winter night.

He would probably freeze to death, or at least freeze to death...without accomplishing anything, not even saying goodbye.Harry sat on his coat while thinking this, he sniffed and found that he was already snot from the cold.

Voldemort, who had been standing on the sidelines all this time, came up to him, frowned and bent down to tug at the coat.

"Put it on," he said.

"Oh...but it's uncomfortable to lie down like this." The lawn is very thorny, and it's uncomfortable to stick on your body.Although the coat can only block part of it.

"Then bear it." He said bluntly.Harry had to move his hips to pull the clothes up and spread them over him.Voldemort sat down beside him, who didn't seem at all uncomfortable, and Harry thought he must be much colder than himself, observing the thinness of his wizard robes.

He cast a few more wind spells and warming spells, thinking he must be crazy.

The two sat dryly on the grass for a while, but neither of them lay down first.Harry's eyelids were a little heavy, too many things happened today, his brain was dizzy, but he still held on strong enough not to fall down.He yawned, thinking he should say something.

"Don't you feel cold?"

The man glanced at him.

"Looks like you're shivering."

"I didn't," Harry said firmly. He didn't understand why Voldemort, who was dressed much less than him, seemed to be unaffected by the low temperature of the mountain night. He shrank his legs. "Why don't you feel cold?"

Voldemort didn't answer.People who are too warm will feel cold in winter, but they will be more resistant to overheated things, such as the hand next to them.