[HP] Crack

Things didn't improve the next day.He hadn't spoken to Voldemort, but he knew he had been watching him, and that staring disgusted him.

Harry guessed that his vision was the same as his, and that he could hear their conversations, which made him very irritable, and he was afraid that if he could get in touch with the main spirit, then they would be finished.

He will reveal where they are, expose their plans, and leave them nowhere to go.An inescapable listener lurking in Harry was brilliant.

In the evening, he couldn't take it anymore, and asked bluntly, "Can you get in touch with the other you?"

There is no sound in my head.Harry tried to feel Voldemort's thoughts, but hit a barrier.

He had Occlumency on him, he thought.But at least it reminded him.

"I warned you, Potter," he said at last. "A little punishment will make you remember better."

His ability to control his anger made him feel miserable, the only false emotion Voldemort allowed him to know.But that's the only way you're left, thought Harry, who knew he could hear.

Then he nearly rolled in pain again, but this time he put his fist in his mouth and didn't bother anyone else.

"The new Cruciatus Curse," he gasped, "I can see why you like it."

"Obviously it worked."

"Answer my question, Voldemort," Harry said bluntly.

"You're ordering me, huh?"

"I don't believe you haven't tried it," Harry said, "but I don't think he'll be able to receive your thoughts, or he'd know he's missing a few of his Horcruxes."

"Very confident, Potter. But you are wrong." Voldemort laughed. "There will naturally be an induction between the two souls. He can enter your brain, and of course I can enter his."

Harry's face paled suddenly.He pressed his forehead and forced himself to calm down, he couldn't lose his footing.

"You told me about it. It's more effective to hide it. You want to scare me, but I won't. I know you're lying to me." Harry's fingers trembled slightly, "You can't help me, and you can't help me." won't help him."

"What did you say?"

"Riddle's diary did not try to contact him, but intended to kill me with his own soul that could not be independent. You are a part of him, and you all have the same characteristics - unwilling to be controlled by others, even if this person is yourself ’ said Harry, thinking, almost believing, ‘Let’s see – if you tell him and he comes and kills me, then you’ll die too. Maybe he’ll care what’s in his broken soul One piece, find a way to take you back, but this is not certain, there is a great possibility that he will sacrifice you, after all he has made so many Horcruxes, it is nothing to sacrifice one for his career. What I said Is there something wrong?"

Voldemort didn't answer, and Harry felt a little bored.Ron and Hermione were discussing where Voldemort might be hiding the Horcruxes again, and he joined them.

"Let's talk about the places he stayed," said Hermione with a roll of parchment on her knees, on which were written lines of large characters, "Orphanage, Hogwarts, Borgin-Bock, Albania..."

"Yeah, go to Albania," Ron said sarcastically, "it only takes an afternoon to search the whole country."

"There won't be anything there," said Hermione, flipping through the parchment. "He'd made five Horcruxes before going into exile, and Dumbledore decided the snake was the sixth. We know the snake wasn't in Albania, It usually follows—”

"Didn't I tell you not to say that name?"

"Okay! That snake is usually with You-Know-Who—satisfied?"

"Not very satisfied."

"I don't think he's hiding anything in Borgin-Bock," Harry had said many times before, and this time he was trying to feel the waves in his brain, but the Occlumency was working well, "Bo Kim and Bock are experts in the dark arts, and they'll spot a Horcrux in no time."

Ron yawned, and Harry, fighting the urge not to throw something in his face, continued, "But I still think he's hiding something at Hogwarts."

For some reason, he felt that the person in his mind moved, maybe it was his illusion.

Hermione sighed, "But Dumbledore will find out, Harry!"

"Dumbledore said to me to my face that he never thought he knew all the secrets of Hogwarts, and if there was a place where V—"

"Hey!"

"My-my-people!" Harry roared, almost unbearably irritated, "If there is one place that is really important to You-Know-Who, it's Hogwarts!"

"Oh come on," Ron sneered, "his school?"

"Yes, his school! It's his first real home, a place that says he's special and means everything to him, even after he's gone—"

"We're talking about You-Know-Who, aren't we? We're not talking about you, are we?" Ron's voice had never looked so menacing, and he tugged at the chain of the locket around his neck, and for a moment Harry wanted to run up and use it to He strangled.

In the end, the discussion was still fruitless.It was night again in a blink of an eye, and Harry sat outside the tent with his knees folded to keep watch.They were in a grove, the sky was overcast with clouds, and the branches of the trees were rustling in a gloomy wind, as if it were about to rain heavily.Harry guessed that none of Hermione's spells would protect against rain, and he'd have to say "Water and Wet" himself when the time comes.

The debate about Horcruxes during the day was still lingering in his mind, although Hermione refuted his point of view in the end, and he had to admit that what she said was very reasonable, but the idea seemed to be rooted in his mind, and it was hard to get rid of .

Hogwarts, he said silently, he will definitely not let it go, there must be some way...

"Hey, are you awake?" Harry tentatively asked silently, "Did you hide a Horcrux in Hogwarts?"

Naturally, Voldemort ignored him.Harry wasn't discouraged, the man must have been listening in on everything, and he didn't have to hide it from him.

"We've been talking about you all day, what do you think?"

A tendon in the brain seemed to move, like a breeze blowing by, and a cold snort came out.

"Stupid," he said coldly, and Harry was surprised not to hear more sarcasm.

"It's Dumbledore's conclusion. He thinks you made a total of seven Horcruxes. Of course, there were only five before I became a Horcrux. They are the diary, Slytherin's locket, and Marvolo's ring." , Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw treasures," Harry said, and Voldemort didn't respond, but he could feel a certain tense atmosphere, as if a large transparent hand was grabbing the back of his head, and he His back trembled, "After you were separated, he made a sixth Horcrux, which was the snake. Of course, the seventh Horcrux was himself."

"...snake?" Voldemort whispered, the dark voice echoed in his head, as if it could freeze his soul.

"Don't ask me why, you know better yourself." Harry shrugged and held his arms tightly, "Dumbledore said that it is very risky to make a living creature into a Horcrux."

"Very risky indeed," he said meaningfully.

Harry froze for a second, a hole in his heart sucking all the joy away.

"Oh, yes," he said dryly, "you think you're smart, don't you?"

After Harry finished speaking, he waited for him to rage and torture himself, but there was no movement for several seconds.He ran through his hair in confusion, feeling Voldemort seem to be thinking.

"What's going on in exile in Albania?" After a long time, he suddenly asked, Harry was dozing off from sleepiness, and was suddenly awakened.

"Huh? ... Oh, this has something to do with you," Harry muttered, still a little unconscious, "you went there after you failed to assassinate me."

"In the state of a soul." He added, thought for a while, and commented, "I have seen the distance between Britain and Albania on the map. It is not easy for a ghost to run so far."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a needle pierce his skull, almost making him scream.

"Hiss - well, I guess you're not interested in answering why I'm there," Harry hunched over and rubbed his temple, which was still throbbing, "Did you hide anything at Hogwarts anyway? "

"You think I'm going to answer that question?"

"No, but it will make you feel bad."

A second later, Harry bit his arm.

It started to rain in the woods in the middle of the night, and he unzipped the tent and crawled in before the raindrops completely wetted his wizard robes, his head still filled with a swelling pain, piercing his forehead and temples.

It was dark in the tent, and Ron was already asleep. Hermione sat up and looked at him, rubbing her eyes: "It's time for shift change?"

"No, not yet...it's raining heavily outside," Harry sat down on one side, propped his face on one hand, and took a breath, "Go to sleep a little longer."

"Don't go out when it's raining, you'll catch a cold easily." Hermione's suggestion was exactly what Harry wanted.He sat for a while longer and lay down on the tent fabric.