[HP] Crack

"Don't you dare, Potter!" It was he who clung to him this time, and Harry writhed so hard that they rolled even harder in mid-air.

He had seen this face in Dumbledore's memory, when he had come to Hogwarts to apply for a teaching position, but he had turned him down.His face still had the handsome outline of that year, but it seemed to be burned, and he looked a little sinister.

Harry's arm was tightly grasped by Voldemort's slender fingers. He couldn't imagine that such an illusory soul could have such great power.He glanced forward and had to admit that they were getting closer to the vortex as they rolled.

No way, he thought, though he'd love to fight him hand to hand, but it would make them all disappear.Maybe he should find a chance to push him into the abyss and escape alone with reverse thrust.The plan could not have been more perfect, but it was really difficult to implement, because Voldemort held too tightly.His breath seemed to drift past his nose.

"Listen, we've got to figure something out," Harry said hoarsely, talking too much here. "You don't want to be devoured by dementors, do you? We now have a common goal."

The man snorted and didn't speak.

"First, you let me go."

"Don't even think about it, Potter. I know what you're up to," said Voldemort immediately, and Harry groaned in pain as he felt his grip was too tight.

"Okay, let's try to fly back together, don't dawdle here!" he shouted angrily.

The man sneered again, but did not refute.The gravitational force is getting stronger and stronger, maybe the dementor has become impatient, which is a catastrophic blow for them.Harry struggled desperately backwards, he no longer felt cold, and the desire to survive filled him with strength.He was ashamed of his previous self-destructive thoughts.

Voldemort tugged at one of his hands and flew back, and Harry was surprised to find that he was incredibly light, and although it seemed a bit clumsy to carry him, it kept him from being blown around.

"Why is that?" He couldn't help asking, they gradually left the wind speed zone and floated smoothly in mid-air.The occasional black wind was no longer a threat to them.

"Well, it's safe now," said Voldemort, and Harry watched his hands, wondering what he was up to.He was mentally prepared.

"Then..." With a sudden push of the hand holding his shoulder, Harry's whole body fell forward.He knew that Voldemort would do this, and soon came back from the other side, Voldemort was already flying towards the entrance.He was moving much faster than Harry, who ran after him through gritted teeth and headfirst into it.

His whole brain convulsed, and Harry panted, palms on the ground.He looked up to see that the Muggle streets had returned.The dementor was still hovering, the invisibility cloak slipped off his shoulders, he quickly put it back on, got up and walked back.

Damn, what the hell is going on here?Harry scratched his head irritablely, he couldn't figure out why Voldemort had appeared in his head.He does feel his thoughts and see everything around him through his eyes, but it's different.

Is Voldemort possessed again?Harry was nauseated, he was attached to him trying to kill him, is that right?But judging from the situation just now, it seems that he can't protect himself, and he won't take such a risk.

It was him who had been staring at him all this time, and it made him go numb.Harry couldn't help thinking that when he looked at Dumbledore in the fifth grade, he would feel an aggressive desire that didn't belong to him. It was a bit like that, but Dumbledore told him that Voldemort would not try to attach to him again up.

"Your whole and pure soul is fatal to him, Harry," he said at the time. "He already knows what it will cost to attach to you."

But Dumbledore still had a lot to tell him, didn't he?He thought, he didn't tell him about his family, he didn't mention a single word about himself... But he always cared about him anyway, and he would tell him everything that was useful, hoping this would help Help him survive.

Harry walked slowly back to their tent, where Hermione and Ron were waiting for him.As soon as he entered he realized that he hadn't bought bread, and he completely forgot about it.

"Where's the food?" Ron asked.

"I met a dementor on the street and I couldn't make a Patronus," said Harry.

"Why? You can conjure such a good Patronus!" Hermione looked at him in shock, and Harry read the disappointment in their eyes, which was extremely uncomfortable.

How can this be his fault?He'd almost been kissed by a dementor, and they'd almost never seen him—did they think he'd done it voluntarily?

"I don't know," Harry said finally.

"So we still haven't eaten, have we?" Ron exclaimed. "I'm starving! I've only eaten a few poisonous mushrooms since I nearly bled to death!"

"Then you fight the dementors." Harry was prodded by his words.

"I want to go, but my arm is still hanging, you may not have noticed!"

"It's very cute."

"What are you—"

"By the way!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, and both of them stopped and looked at her, "Harry, are you still wearing the locket?"

Harry looked down, the locket was glued to his skin.Hermione helped him take it off, and he suddenly felt a lot lighter in his chest.

"How about it?"

"Well, much better!"

"Shouldn't you be possessed?" Ron frowned.

Harry remembered the fight that was going on in his head, and how he wished it was just an illusion.

"I don't think so, I remember what happened."

"Anyway, we'll have to change places, knowing that it's not wise for dementors to stay still here." Hermione lifted the protective spell next to the tent, and the three of them Apparated together hand in hand.

They ended up finding eggs and bread on a farm.It was already evening, and they were eating dinner in the tent, Hermione seemed a little uneasy: "Is this considered stealing? I stuffed some money under the eggs."

"You're thinking too much, Hermione!"

A full stomach does give pleasure, and a hungry stomach brings restlessness and quarrels, as he had learned while sleeping in a cupboard and starving.It was one of those rare nights of laughter, and as Harry went to watch alone outside his tent, he was still optimistic about the future.

He looked at the gradually extinguished windows in the distance, and the night wind touched his collar, bringing a hint of coolness.Harry took a breath and sat down slowly on the lawn.

The feeling of being stared at was gone, it must be because of the locket he was wearing.Like the diary, Voldemort can confuse people with his Horcruxes, they just have to be a little more careful.

Harry thought about going back into the house to remind his friends that it was Hermione who was wearing the locket now.A voice suddenly sounded in my mind, and the feeling of being stalked came back: "It's outrageously wrong, Potter."

He stopped immediately and stood stiffly in place.

"... Voldemort?" he thought in his head, without saying a word, "Why are you still here?"

"That's for you, Potter. What did you do to me?" There was cold anger in his voice, and a hint of confusion that surprised Harry a bit.

"Me?—what do you think I might do to you?"

"I couldn't have been here," the man said coldly. "If you let me know what you did, Potter...you know what will happen to you."

"I said I didn't know—heck, you think I'd like to have you in my head?" Harry felt a little queasy just thinking about it, just like when he was talking to the diary, and this time Far more dangerous than that one - he couldn't throw his mind away, "If you can get out of my mind then do it, thank goodness."

Voldemort was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "What time is it?"

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

"The current year, Potter."

"...1998. Getting into my brain got you confused, didn't it?"

"It's impossible." The man said decisively, his shock could hardly be concealed, "Impossible, you're lying to me, Potter...I hate when people lie to me..."

"Wake up, if you're dreaming?" Harry cried in his head, his scar tingling so suddenly that he moaned and covered it, "There's no sane person who doesn't know what's going on right now." Time, if you're out of your head, congratulations, I'm glad."

"I also wish I was dreaming and not in the head of a naive little boy," he said, suppressing his anger.

"I'm an adult, Voldemort," Harry shot back. "Of course, that's nothing compared to your dream of immortality."