[HP] Crack

The heart was beating heavily, as if it was about to fly out of the chest cavity.There are countless questions in his heart that keep popping out, which is uncomfortable.Why did Voldemort go out?where did he goHe clearly said that all the Death Eaters had been driven away. Was there an emergency?Harry's brain was hot, he forced himself to calm down, stood up against the wall, twisted his neck, and checked his watch.

It's nine o'clock at night, and it's unbelievable how fast the time has passed.There are still three hours to the end of the day, and the bell of 1998 is about to ring in the snowy night, growing up, getting old, failing... Harry moved his stiff and cold feet, and walked slowly towards the living room.He suddenly didn't want to listen to Voldemort's words. He had a premonition that if he went back to the room like this, he would definitely miss something important.

When Harry reached the stairs, there was a sudden bang in the corner of the living room—not so much a corner, but somewhere underground.Harry's heart tightened, and he had a guess in his heart.He drew his wand from his pocket and tiptoed towards the dungeon.

The dungeon at night was dark and damp, with a gust of cold wind blowing from time to time, making the scalp numb.Harry covered his movements by closing his earplugs and listening to the spell, and walked forward cautiously.The door at the end seemed to be shaking, and a gleam of white light appeared from time to time, which was extremely dazzling.

The short corridor became extremely long, and Harry finally staggered to the door and looked in through the crack of the door, but his field of vision was too narrow. There were only a few candle lights flickering in the dungeon, and the light was dim.He took a deep breath and seemed to inhale the smell of blood.

"Who told you to come here?" Harry waited for a while, the man's cold and sharp voice came from the dungeon, and he immediately stood up straight.

"No one, the mysterious man, I came by myself! I've been waiting for a long time, please send me on my way!" The male voice was very strange, with a very hoarse voice, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.

"How did you get into the backyard?"

"Kill me, kill me! I won't tell you!"

"You think I don't dare?" the man growled, and there was an eerie groan, and Harry guessed Voldemort had used Legilimency on the man.The latter fell to the ground, back twitching, but still trying to curse him.

"...I won't give in, My-Know-Who...it's a pity that the woman named Lestrange is not here, otherwise I will make her pay for my wife and son!" He shouted, as if he was being held The iron chain was tied, and when it struggled, it made a tooth-piercing crashing sound, "You all have to pay for your life, mysterious man!"

He screamed loudly, sobbed again, and mumbled names, all Harry could make out was "Arya."He subconsciously moved closer, the door was pushed and shook, and there was a creaking sound, and the two people inside looked at him.

Harry froze in place for a second, had no choice but to touch his nose, walked out slowly from behind the door, and stopped beside Voldemort.Only then did he see clearly the appearance of the man who was tied up.

It was a very ordinary middle-aged man like a beggar, with dry black hair scattered on his shoulders in a disheveled way, his yellow skin was full of wrinkles, and a pair of cloudy eyes stared at him intently.He suddenly raised his hand to point at him, and the iron chain made a rattling sound:

"You...you are..."

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry kindly reminded.

"Yes, Harry Potter!...the savior! It's you, isn't it!" The man's eyes shone with a captivating light, and he crawled forward on all fours, as if he wanted to get close to him, but was entangled His chains caught, causing him to growl angrily, "Harry Potter! Harry Potter! You can save us, you can save us!"

Harry had never seen such a maddened person, even scarier than Sirius who had just escaped from Azkaban, and little Crouch who drank Veritaserum.The man looked at him obsessively and greedily, but Harry felt that the focus of his eyes was not on himself, but looking through him at an eternal fantasy.

He took a step back, which seemed to awaken his dream, and the man screamed again, struggling frantically, the chains grinding his arms and legs bloody.

"Calm down, sir—" said Harry reluctantly.The man glanced at him, the crazy look in his eyes made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed at him, the fingers so thin that you could see the bones seemed to tear him apart, Harry's heart stopped for a moment——

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The red light pierced straight into the man's skinny chest, his bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, his neck twisted strangely, his limbs twitched, and he fell heavily to the ground, screaming again and again.

"What are you doing?!" Harry turned pale and turned to look at Voldemort.The latter had a frosty face, clutching his wand tightly.

"Get out." He said blankly.

"you--"

"You heard me."

"You can't do that!"

"I repeat, get out, it's none of your business here, Potter!"

Harry was so angry that he couldn't speak, he drew his wand and pointed at him, and said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to stay here. Is there anything you don't want me to see, eh?"

"Put down your wand."

"I do not--"

"Potter!"

They confronted each other, Harry staring at him stubbornly, his arms stiff and trembling slightly.The long-suppressed voice in the body finally broke through the illusion and rose up, hovering in the sky.It says the time has come, the bell is tolling, and all illusions shall shatter... Hold your wand tight and aim it at the enemy you strike... Go, go fight, Harry Potter.

A bony hand grabbed his ankle, and Harry slowly turned his head to look down. The man was lying on the ground, no longer twitching.He half-raised his head to stare at him, his purple lips trembling, and his other hand was stretched out towards him: "Harry... Potter..."

Harry swallowed, watching his hand get closer and closer, and the next moment it would touch his instep, he took a step back, and the hand that was holding his ankle was immediately clenched.

"What are you doing here?" The man stared at him blankly, and suddenly screamed strangely, "Oh, I see, you were also arrested like me, right?"

The air turned cold all of a sudden, he put on his distorted face of hatred again, glared at Voldemort, raised his skinny hands and grabbed him: "Run, Harry Potter! I'll help you stop him!"

Harry shook his head, stretched his arms, his throat was hoarse, and his eyes were wet: "No, no..."

"Run away, run away—!"

What is he doing?What the hell is he doing... no, not... who is he, who is he...

He rushed over and dragged the man back, but felt that his arms seemed to be softened into mud, and he couldn't move anything.My brain was a mess, my vision was soaked with hot tears, and everything turned into a grayish-yellow shadow.He heard someone yelling and cursing, and he himself was yelling, but he didn't know what he was yelling, he was confused and confused.

Run away, run away...

but--

"Avada Kedavra!"

The cold green fire illuminated the entire wall horribly, and the dark shadows dragged on the ground, like countless ghosts floating in a nightmare.The clothes he was holding in his hand suddenly became cold and turned into ashes.A skeleton collapsed in the dungeon, and the empty room was still filled with the roar that erupted from the chest before death.

Harry Potter, Harry Potter!

Harry let go of his hand in panic, looking down at his dirty face.All the candles were extinguished.He unconsciously took a step back and rushed out.