The Last Goodbye

.Vision is a little blurry.His temples throbbed with pain. Riddle had to work really hard to look at each other.He raised his face obediently, his pitch-black phoenix eyes narrowed.He tried his best to concentrate his distracted mind. "...It's really uncomfortable." He said softly.His voice was trembling, but he still had a smile on his face, "Why did you wake me up, I finally passed out."

He was joking? Grindelwald raised his eyebrows.

As expected of a child adopted by Harry Potter.

But one Potter was enough to bother him.He didn't have the time to go around in circles with this kid again.

"Where is the Philosopher's Stone?"

"in England."

Grindelwald smiled contemptuously, "You think I'll believe it? No one, except me, can take it out of this house. Do you think Harry Potter hasn't tried?"

"Maybe I'm stronger than Harry Potter?" Riddle continued to laugh, "Maybe I'm stronger than you."

Grindelwald didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, "Hand it over."

"It's all said to be in England." Riddle repeated, slightly raising his trembling hand, "If you don't believe me, do a search?"

There is no need to search at all. Grindelwald thought to himself.The Philosopher's Stone is a very special magical artifact that cannot be enlarged or reduced, nor can it cast any tracking or hiding spells.Unless the kid has it in his pocket.He really exhausted his temper and touched Riddle, but of course it was gone.The teenager who was being carried by him smiled hard, "I didn't lie to you, did I?" Grindelwald pulled him closer, and suddenly softened his tone, "I'll give you one last chance, kid. As long as you take the sage Return the stone to me, and I won't hurt Harry Potter." His voice was really gentle, and his words sounded so persuasive.

He is like a shepherd who gently guides the lost lambs.

Riddle stopped smiling.His dark eyes opened slightly, and he stared fixedly at Grindelwald.

"You finally said it," he said.

The black wizard looked at him incredulously.

"I knew you would say that." The boy's voice was trembling, but his expression was calm, as if he had been waiting for this sentence, "You must think this is what I'm most afraid of, don't you? ’ He reached out a trembling hand and grabbed Grindelwald's clothes.The black wizard did not hide.The kid is no longer capable of hurting him.

Riddle pulled him and moved a little closer, his dark eyes flickered in the blue light of the secret room, like a sea illuminated by moonlight, "Do you really think I didn't think of this possibility before I did this? You Think I didn’t expect you to threaten me with this?” He leaned closer, almost touching the enemy’s ear, “Do you think I can’t see it?” He whispered against the other’s ear, “You won’t Hurt him. You don't want to. Because you like him."

Grindelwald turned his head and looked at the child in front of him with complicated eyes.Sweat and blood stuck to the pitch-black hair, sticking to Riddle's face in strands.His delicate face and perfect facial features were tortured to the point of being lifeless, but he did not waver in the slightest.His muscles trembled uncontrollably, but his expression was unwavering.His dark eyes shone like the deep ocean in the midnight moonlight.

"You must hate me, don't you?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, which probably pulled the wound on his forehead, and he hissed in pain, "You deliberately tortured him in front of me because you were jealous. You I'm not happy to see him protecting me at the gate of the manor..." He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling.He looked down at the lingering wound on Grindelwald's neck.The black wizard's clothes were still stained with blood that hadn't dried up. Riddle stared at the bloodstain in pain.

At that moment, Grindelwald thought the child was going to cry.

But Riddle didn't cry.He raised his eyes firmly, staring deeply at the brutal assailant.

"You guys had a fight just now, didn't you?" the boy hissed, his voice low as Parseltongue, "You must think you can conquer him by violence, hahaha...you don't know Harry Potter at all. You don't know Albus Dumbledore. You don't know me." He stared at him with dark eyes, "You don't know your enemy, so you will lose. Do it, Grindelwald. Kill me. I'm happy to die. But You can't find it even if I'm dead. There are many things you don't understand at all..."

The elder's wand suddenly shot a green light! !

Instantly snatched the last bit of life from the boy's eyes.

The hand gripping Grindelwald's clothes slipped silently.

The body he was carrying stopped breathing.

heart of my heart

2.6 MOSTARDENTLY, PARTI

1940

My whole body hurts so badly that I'm about to fall apart.

This was what Harry felt when he woke up.He wanted to cast an analgesic spell, but he didn't know where to cast it.My whole body hurts.He gritted his teeth and propped himself up, looked around in the morning light, only to realize that this was not his room. Harry's heart tightened, as if someone had strangled his heart at that moment - damn it.

This is Gellert Grindelwald's room.

The bed suddenly moved! Harry jerked to the side.

Grindelwald was sitting next to him! !

It made him shudder, but Grindelwald didn't seem to be aware of his presence.For a while, Harry just held his breath and sat motionless. After a while, he realized that Grindelwald had fallen asleep sitting on the other side of the bed. , smelled of blood, but he really just sat there and fell asleep.

Where's the wand...!

No, wait a minute, he's bound by soul magic, spells can't kill him. Harry leaned over slowly, stretched out his hands involuntarily, and grabbed the other person's neck. Grindelwald's skin was warm.His body temperature is much higher than the average person. Harry felt his beating pulse.

kill him!

He tightened his fingertips.

kill him!

He clenched his teeth tightly and withdrew his strength suddenly——!

Unsuspecting, those strange-colored eyes opened.

Harry froze in place.He stared blankly into those open eyes.White in the light of the morning sun.Those eyes were looking at him too.They looked a little confused, vaguely, but they undoubtedly sensed the danger that was very close.The two just stared at each other silently in the morning light. Grindelwald raised his hand suddenly - slamming Harry against the wall!The green eyes widened in horror - Harry couldn't breathe in that moment.A hand as strong as a lion's claw pressed hard on his chest, and Grindelwald was so strong that he could directly press through his ribs and pull out his heart!

Harry was shaking all over, he couldn't stop himself from being afraid of Grindelwald.But he gritted his teeth hard and closed his eyes in despair.What is he imagining!He has no chance!There's no way he'd just strangled Grindelwald to death on the bed!Under normal circumstances, he can't beat the opponent at all.There was only one chance, and he had lost it forever.

In desperation, Harry closed his eyes tightly, desperately suppressing his trembling body, and forced himself to relax.He gave up.He doesn't struggle anymore.Whatever this man wants, he will give him.But he didn't want the other party to feel that he was afraid.He didn't want this man to know that he was terribly afraid of him, so afraid that his stomach would have convulsive cramps.

He closed his eyes and waited, waited.

But nothing happened.

Harry opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the man beside him, but was surprised to find that the man fell asleep again. Grindelwald frowned, his face was coldly on the floor, and he looked like he was not sleeping soundly.The hand that was on Harry's chest also slipped to the bed. Harry stared at him blankly.

Just now...was Grindelwald sleepy?

The young man smiled wryly, then turned over with difficulty and climbed off the other party's bed.He gasped in pain the moment his feet touched the ground.If he hadn't held on to the bedside table, he would have fallen over. Gritting his teeth, Harry casually threw a few Pain Curses at his body, then leaned on the wall, and moved out of the room he hated step by step.It was getting light outside and it was pouring rain.The weather in the mountains is like this, even in midsummer, the stone buildings still exude an eerie chill.But he doesn't care about these anymore, he doesn't feel them at all - he doesn't feel such subtle discomforts and pains at all. Harry stopped in the corridor, bent over, and coughed lightly.

So sad.

He was so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to kill himself.

He didn't even know what had kept him going for so long.

He didn't know what could support him to persevere.

he has nothing