The Last Goodbye

what happened?This kid actually kissed me? !

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but it hit the opponent's arms.The boy's tongue invaded and quickly plundered his mouth. Harry retreated reflexively, accidentally stepped on a branch, slipped, and was thrown onto the snow with a plop. Merlin!The moment he fell down, he felt that this scene seemed familiar, but in the panic, he accidentally used magic.

With a snap, a welt appeared on Riddle's neck, and he released him in shock.

"Ah...I'm sorry, I'm not..." Harry hurriedly grabbed him, trying to heal him in a panic, but the other party grabbed his hand first. "What is this?" Riddle completely ignored his injury, but stared at Harry's right hand.It was obvious that something had penetrated there, leaving a circular scar.

"Oh... this is the master..."

"Owner?"

"I mean Grindelwald..."

"What did you call him just now?"

They both stopped and looked at each other in disbelief.The surrounding snow was slowly melting, soaking their robes. Riddle clutched Harry's hand, his dark eyes seemed to burn. Harry just looked at the person in front of him in bewilderment.In fact, he wants to ask you if you know me and how you know me.But he found it difficult to ask.The person opposite was staring at him with eyes that couldn't tell whether it was sadness or anger.

"...It was my fault." Riddle said suddenly.

Harry was surprised to find that the boy's eyes were red.He tried to pull his hand away nervously, but Riddle clung to him tightly.

"Ah? No, it's not your fault, it's me... What's wrong with you? Don't cry..." Harry fumbled, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at comforting people." I don't know which word touched the other person, then A string of tears actually fell from the black eyes. Harry looked at him in bewilderment.Tears hung on the boy's long eyelashes and glistened in his dark eyes.His expression was so remorseful, as if he would rather be hurt by himself.

"It doesn't hurt at all." Harry said hastily, "It really doesn't hurt. And it's all my fault. I really hate that guy so I can't help but make him angry. But it's alright, look..." He wanted to comfort him , but was too panicked to speak. Riddle squeezed his hand harder, and he pressed his lips tightly together, silent tears wet the back of Harry's hand.His tears were hot.This makes the young people inexplicably distressed.what to do?He looked anxiously at the person in front of him, subconsciously stretched out his hands, and hugged him into his arms.This child is so warm. Harry tightened his embrace, letting the teenager's tears wet his robe one by one.This child is so cute.He reached out and stroked the soft hair of the other party.strangeness.he wondered.

I don't know this kid at all, but I like him?

"……sorry Sorry……"

There was a murmur in his arms, and Harry realized that it was the other party apologizing to him.Why should he apologize?

"…I'm sorry, Harry…"

He felt the boy grip his robe tightly, which made him inexplicably happy.

"……sorry……"

It doesn't matter. Harry said in his heart, and pressed against the soft hair of the person in his arms, and left a light kiss on the forehead of the other person.

EXPECTOPATRONUM, PARTII

1939

Grindelwald arrived home very late - the meeting with the cabinet did not go as planned.Originally, he didn't care what policy Hitler adopted towards the Jews, but Himmler and Heydrich actually concentrated the power of the entire German SS on hunting down the Jews for the favor of the Führer. This is very problematic.Germany's blitzkrieg is indeed superb, but it is notoriously bad at attrition.He needed Hitler now to focus on attacking France instead of wasting precious intelligence resources on those ants.Heydrich's Gestapo is desperate, but it's completely useless where it needs to be.What he needs is a conflict between the Axis and the Allies, with both sides losing.What he needs is the Muggle world of the entire European continent with internal and external troubles, and the people are in dire straits.He needs the internal friction in the Muggle society to be serious enough to ensure that the wizarding world will be caught off guard after being exposed.As for the conservative sissies in France, don't look at them shouting happily now. When Hitler takes France in one fell swoop next spring, he wants to see if they dare to fight against him?

Grindelwald walked into the dining room as he was thinking, and when he looked up, he saw Harry with a sullen face at the table.A silver stag was parked beside the young man.It saw Grindelwald walking in, and immediately flashed its big furry eyes alertly.The stag left the youth, made a circle around the black wizard, and then ran away quickly.

Grindelwald didn't care about it, instead he smiled slightly at the person at the table, "How's your day?" The person didn't answer, but just brought dinner out of the kitchen, set it up and walked away.

Grindelwald stopped him, "Come and eat with me."

"I've eaten." Harry said coldly.

"Then sit down," Grindelwald ordered.

Harry glared at him, then reluctantly walked across the table and sat down. Grindelwald walked unhurriedly to the bathroom to wash his hands, then returned to the dining room, sat down to eat. "Coffee." He tapped the cup next to him.The man opposite folded his arms in dissatisfaction, but finally stood up and took his cup into the kitchen.After a while Harry came back.He put the brewed coffee in front of the other party, and leaned on his chin to watch the black wizard eat slowly.

"Meet the kid?" Grindelwald took a sip of his coffee, then put down the cup and looked at Harry with a smile.He didn't get an answer, probably because the other party was acquiescing. "I was quite surprised that you would come back." The dark wizard lowered his head and began to cut the grilled steak on the plate. "I thought you would elope with that kid." His voice sounded very relaxed and cheerful with a smile.

"You're surprised?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"No, I was just kidding. I guess you've tried it, did it work?"

"It's useless." Harry admitted compromisingly, "Please let me go."

"I said no." Grindelwald continued to cut the slightly burnt steak on the plate, "You're a good cook, Harry..." He finally put down the knife and fork giving up, "You're going to starve me to death and run away ?"

"Who told you to send all the servants away?"

"We're at war. I can't keep outsiders here."

"Then just send me away."

There is no end. Grindelwald rubbed his temples impatiently - he was really irritable after a busy day. "That's good..." He picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth, "Say what you just said again."

"Let me go."

"Crucio."

Harry screamed in pain for a moment. Grindelwald looked at him indifferently, took a sip of his coffee, and stopped cursing when Harry nearly fell off his chair.The young man was lying on the table panting, and the first time he regained his strength, he suddenly waved his hand and cast a spell—it was bounced away by Grindelwald with a bang.The black wizard raised his eyebrows, and directly sealed the opponent's magic power with his soul. Harry stood up angrily, "Let me go!"

"Crucio."

This time he let the spell last a little longer, watching Harry fall to the ground in pain.The cries of pain echoed through the empty house, piercingly shrill, but Grindelwald looked like he was enjoying a symphony.He only raised his hand when Harry was almost passed out in pain, and stopped cursing, this time to make sure that the other party didn't have the strength to continue talking back to him.The young man was panting and curled up on the ground, his body still trembling uncontrollably under the aftermath that pierced his wrist bones.

"What else, Harry?"

no answer. Grindelwald drank the rest of the coffee and threw the cutlery into the kitchen for cleaning with a wave of his hand.The house was very quiet, only the sound of running water washing the dishes and the panting of the young man lying on the ground.

"Get up," Grindelwald ordered harshly.The person on the ground adjusted his breathing, slowly got up, and stood with his chair supported.He looked a little pale, with a thin layer of sweat on his brow.Those green eyes were still bright, set in his face like emeralds set in white porcelain.

It's so tenacious and cute. Grindelwald raised his eyes and smiled softly at him.He deliberately softened his tone, sounding like he was disciplining a naughty child, "You haven't answered my question, Harry. Are you still talking?"

Green eyes stared at him for a while, then lowered in compromise. "I was wrong," Harry said.His tone suddenly became as soft as the other person's, and seemed to be a little coquettish.

Grindelwald was finally satisfied.It seems that this child has understood that continuing to resist will only add to the pain, and it will be futile, and now he must be planning a new way to escape.