[HP] Crack

Ron didn't sleep well all night.In the past, he could fall asleep as soon as he lay down, and his sleep was more stable than anyone else, unless someone attacked him at night to wake him up.But this day when he woke up, his eyes were darkened, he was groggy, and he yawned several times while eating breakfast.

He didn't hear clearly when Harry and Voldemort quarreled last night, he just felt a little uncomfortable and turned over, only to be tied up by weeds for two hours inexplicably.When he was finally released, there was another person beside him, and Harry lay silently beside him, staring straight at the starry sky above his head.A thin flake of snow fell on the tip of his nose, and Ron was dazedly confused as to why he wasn't wearing a hat.

Before he could ask a question, there was a slight buzzing in his ears.He turned his head, and a translucent spherical barrier rose from the lawn, covering them, blocking the strong wind and fine snow.

Startled, Ron woke up instantly, sat up and pushed Harry's shoulder: "Harry, Harry!"

"What's wrong?" Harry sat up too.

"Has he regained his magic?" He glanced at the barrier, asked in a low voice, and moved closer.

"Oh, yes, I was so mad that I forgot to tell you." Harry nodded, rubbing his nose, "He said he would take us to rescue Hermione, but—"

At this point, he got stuck and didn't continue.

"But what?" Ron asked immediately.

"But—we can't pin our hopes on him, we have to find a way out." Harry paused and said.

"I know this, and I definitely can't trust You-Know-Who...but is he really willing to take us to rescue Hermione? Won't he take the opportunity to kill us?"

"If he wants to kill us, he can do it now. He's going to settle accounts with another mysterious person. This is a good opportunity, when they both lose..." Before he finished speaking, Ron had already understood what he meant.

"I get it, he must be trying to use us as a cover." It dawned on him.

"...I think so too." Harry said softly, "He will force us to mess up the whole situation, and then he will take the opportunity to assassinate...Although I think he may disdain sneak attacks, it's not sure. Anyway, we Bear the brunt of it."

"I knew he couldn't have any good intentions." He bit it.

Harry glanced at Ron, but didn't answer.Yes, Ron knew that the man was up to no good, no, everyone knew... only he was fooled again and again, so stupid.Harry looked through the barrier that protected them. The man seemed to have fallen asleep, the snow wind and the dense weeds obscuring him.But until now he still had a glimmer of hope, although he didn't know exactly what he was expecting.

Their morning was unusually stiff.Harry and Voldemort didn't say a word, and Ron naturally didn't ask for trouble.He glanced at Harry now and then - he certainly didn't dare look at Voldemort, who did seem to be too absorbed in his breakfast to glance at them.

After breakfast they stood on the lawn in silence for a few minutes that seemed like years.As always, Ron didn't know what was going on between them. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong between the two of them, but he couldn't tell.

"Potter," Voldemort suddenly said after about 10 minutes of embarrassment, and Ron shrank his head subconsciously, "Let's discuss the plan."

Harry looked up at him now, and nodded almost invisibly.Ron breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

However, the next time was even more difficult. Voldemort said something to Harry, and he nodded sloppily when he had no objection, and he snorted coldly when he had a disagreement. After going back and forth a few times, Voldemort was very angry. It seems intended to address them directly.

Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve anxiously, but the latter didn't seem to care at all, and even patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, signaling him to be calm.

Ron: "..."

Voldemort's plan was much the same as theirs, perhaps even simpler and cruder than before, perhaps because of his return to magic.

"I will know if you have acted according to the plan, if not..." Voldemort gave Harry a serious look, and the boy looked back calmly, seemingly unaware of the murderous intent.

"Need an unbreakable oath?"

The man's eyes instantly became horrified. He reached out and grabbed Harry's collar. Ron reflexively tried to stop him, but Harry pressed his hand.

"Come and find me before you leave," Voldemort whispered coldly in his ear, "I don't care if you say yes or not, Potter."

The tips of Harry's ears moved, and he slowly took hold of his fingers.

Draco has been unable to eat for days.He thought he must be crazy to send Harry that letter.

He didn't know what he was thinking, he wasn't swayed at all by Harry's plea, and he wouldn't admit it if he had - it could only be that Voldemort's last threat had frightened him, left him dazed and terrified, Only then did he sneak around the dungeon as soon as he got home.

As soon as he came back, he was hugged and cried by Narcissa, and he was shocked again when he came to the dungeon.Even though he'd been in the Death Eaters' den all these years and was used to all the dirty tricks they used on Muggles, it was a different feeling seeing it happen to people he knew.

He slipped into the dungeon after the lights in the living room went out, and his wand was taken away by Voldemort. At this time, he only wanted to take a look and leave, but this look made him stop and couldn't move.

The dungeon was dark and gloomy, full of strange and damp musty smells caused by poor air circulation, the floor and walls were covered with dust, and he touched his hands inadvertently.Draco didn't turn on the light, stood at the door and carefully squinted his eyes and looked around, vaguely judging that there was more than one person imprisoned in the dungeon.After thinking about it, he still hung a candle lamp on the doorknob, shook the door carefully to observe, but it was still difficult to be sure, so he had no choice but to step into the dungeon with the lamp.

Not far from the door was a strange elf falling down. There was an old man curled up by the wall. Draco thought it looked familiar, but he didn't recognize it for a moment.When he walked to the side of the person in the corner, the flickering light hit the person's face, and he was so scared that he almost fell to the ground, and the light smashed to pieces on the ground.

The huge movement woke up the people in the prison, the thin shoulders of the man in the corner moved, turned over, barely sat up and looked at him.Those eyes in the darkness seemed to be able to absorb the soul, and Draco opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't speak, his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

"...Malfoy?" The man spoke, his voice didn't change much, but it was a little dry.

He opened his mouth again, and stepped back in panic, holding one hand tightly against the wall and refusing to let go.

There was a frightening wound on the side of the girl's face, which was inflamed due to no one to heal it, making it look particularly terrifying.Her long hair was scattered on the blood-stained clothes, and he could vaguely see that there were also large and small wounds on her hands, some of which were scabbed, and some were still brand new, which was extremely dazzling.

Before Hermione could speak again, he took a deep breath, stood up straight, and staggered out of the dungeon.

He didn't fall asleep that night, and when he closed his eyes, he saw mottled bloodstains and scars in the darkness, gloomy cemeteries and ghosts, he cut off his arm and threw it into the frying pan in a daze, while the terrifying man yelled at him behind his back... No, don't, Help me... He screamed silently, trembling all over, all the nightmares twisted and overlapped together, wearing down his will.He tossed and turned, dripping with cold sweat, and covered himself tightly with a quilt. When he woke up in the morning, he found that he had cried all night and his eyes were swollen.

He wrote the letter in a daze, and regretted it as soon as he sent it.Every owl is being watched now, and while no one dares to set their hands on Malfoy Manor, who knows?Even if he doesn't write the signature, it may be exposed, and then he will be finished, and their family will be finished.

Voldemort left after throwing a harsh word at him that day. He couldn't figure out what he meant, thinking that he was going to help Harry... Now that I think about it, I feel stupid. How could the Dark Lord let himself help an enemy?It was too late for him to kill him, how could he do such a thing?

Draco panicked, his appetite was shockingly poor, and he quickly lost weight.He locked himself in his room all day, afraid of bumping into that pale snake face, and secretly prayed that Voldemort had forgotten that and him.