Soul shaping

Suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him directly into the bathtub.

"Ah!" Harry fell into the water unexpectedly and choked several times. Before he could recover, his lips were suddenly pressed.

He was completely soaked, and the warm water seeped through his skirt to caress him, and the entanglement in his mouth was mixed with cold and hot, too hard to resist.The rushing water seemed to become his long thin fingers, and he pulled him over to straddle his lap, and began to remove his wet clothes.

"Wait, wait a minute! You didn't come here to do this, did you?!" When Riddle let him lean against the wall of the tank and pulled his legs apart, Harry realized that he quickly pressed his hand.And the other party brushed some wet hair aside, raised his eyebrows: "How do you know it's not?"

"You... don't tell me that's what you thought in the first place..."

"Okay, then I won't tell you."

"Hey, I want to beat you up... wait, lightly, lightly... um..."

Harry put his hands on the edge of the bathtub. Although there was no one in the bathroom, he didn't know if anyone would pass by the corridor and hear the movement inside.If this happened, he would probably die of shame and indignation.he thinks.

"Harry, do you still want to beat me up now?" Someone asked, leaning over him after one round.

"I don't want to..." Harry replied weakly, "Please start researching the golden eggs quickly..."

"Well, do it again."

"……roll!"

When Riddle finally let him go and took the golden egg that had been hanging aside for a long time, Harry had no strength to speak.He put the golden egg into the water, opened it, and the golden egg gave out an indistinguishable singing sound.Riddle frowned and listened for a moment, then dived into the water.

After a while, he floated up from the bottom of the water and approached Harry: "Harry."

"Huh? Don't bother me, I'm very tired now..." the boy muttered unconsciously.

Riddle didn't speak, and twisted his chest.

"I'm going!" Harry snapped his eyes open, and saw Riddle sitting in front of him against the moonlight, water dripping from his black hair, along the curves of his body and into the foam.Harry swallowed.

"You want to sleep here tonight?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not, why don't you take a break..." Harry forced himself to straighten up, his back aching, "What's the matter, you figured it out?"

"Well. Harry, can you swim?"

"Swimming? Just barely..."

"Then you will hold your breath?"

"Yes. What's the matter?"

Riddle put the golden egg into the water and opened it, and nodded to Harry: "Dive into the water and listen."

Music that has no clear meaning above the water becomes clear and moving, even confusing.

"Come to us along the sound, we cannot sing on the shore. We will steal your most important things, and you will find out in an hour. Then you will make a deal with us. In an hour , all disappear. If it is too late, all will cease to exist.”

Harry raised his head and shook his wet hair: "What does this mean? You can't sing on the shore..."

"The singing of the mermaid." Riddle said lightly, "The second project is probably related to the mermaid. You will definitely need to dive underwater for a while."

"This... I think it's quite difficult." Harry could hold his breath underwater for at most 2 minutes, and if he had to fight the mermaid, his oxygen would be consumed even faster.

"I'll help you find a way." Riddle pressed his forehead, he changed the water in the bathtub, rinsed briefly, conjured up a towel to wrap around Harry, and carried him out of the bathtub.He dried him, then magically dried the soaked clothes and put them on him, then put them on again.

"Can you still walk?" The words were obviously full of malice, Harry glared at him, and walked forward leaning on the wall.

"It's quite far from the underground casino. If you can't do it, I can..."

"Of course I can go by myself!"

Draco didn't expect to see so many people when he opened his eyes.

He felt that he had slept for a long time, and his dream was muddled. There were countless flames from hell burning in his heart, and ignited black stones rained down from his head.The ground shook, the houses collapsed, and the old castle became ruins. He stood alone in the broken mountains and rivers like the end of the world, isolated and helpless.

He struggled to wake up, and the first person he saw was Hermione, who was silently weeping beside her. Her eyes were red, and she had been crying for an unknown amount of time.He suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

Then there was Margaret, who stood beside Hermione to comfort her, and Harry, who looked worried, and Riddle, who was lost in thought.

"You're awake!" Hermione held his hand, she looked so hard but cautiously.Others came over one after another and asked about his condition.

"Mr. Bait said that you have suffered from black magic and need to be recuperated. He also said that if you are one step too late, you may never wake up again." Margaret lowered her head, her voice was heavy, and her expression was unclear.

"Draco, what happened at the time? Senior Margaret said she saw you with Polyather... did you see the person who attacked you?" Harry asked.

"...Senior Polyasser attacked me." Draco replied after being silent for a while.

"what?"

The one who was most surprised was of course Margaret, she never wanted to believe that her companions would use this method to attack their juniors.She clenched her hands and stared into Draco's eyes.

"But Polyather was no longer himself at that time. He was possessed." Draco paused, he felt a little pain in his chest, which seemed to be the sequelae of that kind of black magic, "He already knew that we were going to To deal with him, so start in advance."

"There's more than one person who did it." Riddle suddenly said, he looked at Hermione and nodded to her.

Hermione cleared her throat and said, "Actually, the day Draco was attacked, I was also attacked, but because I didn't act alone, I was not injured...but another person was seriously injured."

"who is it?"

"It was Prometheus...someone used illusions to confuse us at that time, he went to fight that person and was seriously injured." Hermione didn't say what she saw in the illusion, nor did she say that she almost died.There is no need to let them know about those things, it will only increase troubles.

"Did Prometheus say who attacked you?" Riddle asked.

"He just said... a teacher."

Harry and Riddle looked at each other, and found the answer in each other's eyes.

"Professor Black, I think." Harry shrugged.

"You mean the boss attacked you? How is this possible?!" Margaret, who had been silent for a long time, came to her senses.

"Boss?" Riddle keenly grasped the key word and asked back.

"Sister, are you talking about the boss of 'Silver Snake'?" Draco also realized.

Realizing that she had slipped her tongue, Margaret kept her mouth shut.Riddle glanced at her, and walked slowly to her side: "It seems that the 'Silver Snake' wants to deal with us, Margaret. But aren't you curious, why did they attack Draco?" ? He is obviously a member of your team, isn't he?"

"I... this, this is impossible, how could they... Polyaser is not such a person!" Margaret seemed a little confused, she hugged her head, shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what to do .

☆, curse

"We have never doubted Polyasser's character, but the man who manipulated him behind his back is hard to say. Margaret, if the organization asks you to kill us, will you do it?" Riddle asked coldly, without mercy.

"I... I don't believe it! How could the organization..."

"Then you mean Draco and Hermione are lying?" Riddle's eyes became colder, and Harry came over and frowned and tugged at his clothes.

Margaret took a long breath and calmed down.She straightened her hair and tried to calm herself down: "I didn't mean that, I'm going to investigate this matter carefully..."

"Be careful of Polyather's ring." Riddle suddenly said.

Margaret gave him a surprised look, and left without saying anything.

There is a large black lake in the campus of Durmstrang, and there are usually several large ships with strange shapes docked, which look like castles in the sky from a distance.And at this point, it was just right to use it as the playing field for the second project.

In Harry's hands was a red-green, slimy ball, its surface covered with bumpy particles, which looked disgusting.

He still remembered the horror on Riddle's face when he found it by the door of their room.This thing is called gill sac grass, and eating it can make people breathe in water like a fish.And there was a letter next to it at the time, and Riddle opened it before Harry, crumpled it up after a quick look, and set it on fire.

"Hey, who sent it? What's written on it?" Harry asked.

Riddle didn't answer.His face was as serious as water, covered with dark clouds, and his eyes staring at the small ball seemed to swallow it up.

"I won't accept his help." He picked up the gill sac grass and crushed it abruptly, splashing red and green juice all over the place.

Then Riddle asked Prometheus to use his connections to help him buy a new one.Harry felt...it made no difference.

After the referee called the game on, Harry ate gill grass.It doesn't taste good, it's fishy and slippery.Harry took off his shoes and socks, endured the icy water and walked into the lake. There were overwhelming laughter and boos from the stage, one after another.They were laughing at Harry for not using magic to enter the water like the other warriors.

Harry sank into the water, he suddenly felt as if he was being lifted up, his lungs seemed to be hollowed out, and there was a heart-pounding pain in his neck.He touched it and found a piece of fish gill growing out of each cheek.He tried to take a breath and was surprised to see water trickling in through the fish's gills.

The bottom of the water was very quiet and dark, and Harry could only see the water within ten meters.Schools of fish swim in front of them, spots of light flashing across their dorsal fins like bright bands of light.

He swam alone in the water for more than ten minutes, only the hollow howling sound could be heard in his ears, fat aquatic plants entangled his feet from time to time, and the light at the bottom of the water was constantly changing.Harry suddenly heard someone singing in the distance, melodious and beautiful, and it seemed that there was a harp accompaniment.

Harry swam over, and he saw some mermaids sitting on a boulder, and they were shooting giant squid with harpoons.The mermaid's skin is gray, her hair is dark green, and her eyes are golden yellow. She doesn't look as beautiful as the legend says.They all stared warily and curiously at Harry as he passed, and figures emerged from holes to watch him, laughing oddly.

The field of vision suddenly widened, and a lawn appeared in front of him. There was a house on the lawn, and a group of mermaids surrounded the house. They sang around a sculpture, and four people were tied under the sculpture, namely Hermione, Pro Metheus, a girl from Durmstrang, and a little girl with silver hair.They all appeared to be asleep with their eyes closed.

Jetis was already standing under the sculpture, with a large transparent hood on his head, which looked very strange.Jetis silently fired a spell, untying the rope on Prometheus.He picked him up and swam up.

Harry swam to Hermione's side. He was about to cast a Rendering Charm to untie the ropes that bound her, but he could only spit out a few foams without making a sound.Oops, he hasn't learned silent spells yet, so he can't cast spells underwater.

Suddenly, Hermione trembled all over, her brows were furrowed together, and puffs of black smoke emitted from the corners of her eyes.

How is this going? !Startled, Harry borrowed their harpoons from the merfolk next to him, and the merman shook his head, beckoning him to figure it out on his own.

Couldn't they see that Hermione was in danger!Harry was short of breath, he found a sharp stone from the ground, cut the rope vigorously, and carried her upstream.He felt that the effect of the gill grass was about to pass, the gills on his cheeks began to disappear, and his body became heavier and heavier.The locket hanging on his chest shook, and Riddle appeared from it, helping him to support Hermione.

Panting, Harry moved Hermione to the shore. She looked pale, her eyes were dark, her body was still shaking violently, as if she was enduring great pain.

Harry didn't have time to change out of his dripping clothes, and regardless of the referee's score, he wiped the water off his forehead, picked up Hermione, and ran to the infirmary.He had just come up from the water, his legs were still a little weak, and he was about to fall forward after running a few steps, Riddle quickly grabbed him.

He took Hermione from his arms and simply magically steamed their wet clothes dry.They were galloping, Harry wishing he could fly straight to the infirmary with his Firebolt.

When they stumbled into the infirmary, the students inside all stared at them strangely.Mr. Bait came out angrily, and was about to accuse them. After seeing Hermione's darkened face, he also understood the seriousness of the situation.They put her on an empty bed, and Mr. Bate hurriedly began to check on her.

"This is a very evil curse, and it has a long incubation period, but if it comes into contact with water, it will accelerate its outbreak...I think it may have been dormant for a month or two." Mr. Bait shook his head, his face pale. Dignified, "Once the attack occurs, it will soon seep into the body, and if it is not treated early, the whole body will rot and die..."

"Mr. Bait, you must save Hermione!"

"It's not a question of whether I want to save it or not. To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be needed. To save her, I need something from the person who cast the curse. If not, I can only delay her for a while at most... The main reason is that I don't know who it is. what the hell..."

Riddle looked at Hermione, who was unconscious on the hospital bed. Her brown hair was messily draped over her shoulders, and there was a black mark that was almost burned on her exposed neck.He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I know who it is."

"Who is it?" A weak voice came from the door of the ward, and they all turned their heads. Draco was standing at the door, holding on to the door frame, panting, "Tell me who it is...I'll go find him!"

"Are you looking for him? Just relying on your current body?" Harry walked up to him a few steps, "You can recuperate here, Draco. I'll go find him."

"Harry!"

"He's coming after me, it's useless if you go, you can only give him another chance." Harry said calmly, "So I'll go."

Draco looked at Riddle for help, but the latter seemed to agree with him and didn't stop him in the slightest.

After Harry asked Mr. Bite about the specific situation of the curse, he walked out of the infirmary quickly.He felt that his whole body was burning, unbelievably hot, but his brain was completely cold, only hatred and pain, as well as sober regret.

Because of his hesitation, he puts his friend in danger and cannot protect himself.

They are all trying to help him and support him, but he is wasting their time and energy, and finally leads to an irreversible ending.

It's all his fault.If sacrificing him alone could save everything, he knew he would do it without hesitation.

☆, face to face

Harry entered the office building and walked up the stairs.He didn't deliberately slow down his steps, because he knew that from the moment he came in, that person was watching him somewhere.That being the case, it is better to declare war openly.

Harry stood in front of the door and knocked, and the usual "Come in" came from inside.He opened the door and entered.

The office was as clean and tidy as ever, and the man sitting behind the desk was just sitting quietly reading a book as before.Seeing him coming in, he smiled at him, pointed to a chair next to him and motioned him to sit down.

Harry came straight over and stood in front of his desk, straight to the point: "How can you detoxify Hermione?"

Professor Black took off his glasses, interlaced his fingers, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are too impatient, Harry. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"It's not your friend lying unconscious on the bed, so of course you won't be in a hurry." Harry said coldly, narrowing his eyes, "By the way, I forgot, you don't have friends, you don't understand love at all." .”

"I find it very strange. We are the same person. Why is there such a big difference between your attitude towards him and me?" Professor Black propped up his upper body and approached him with cold eyes.

"You made a mistake, you and him are not the same person." Harry raised his eyebrows, "You obviously don't think he is your kind, why use this to test me?"

"Then don't you feel that you are very contradictory? You have committed adultery with your enemy, but you insist on deceiving yourself that he is not your enemy, and you want to help him strengthen... What do you think your friends will think of you?"

"If you want to sow discord, then save yourself." Harry saw his thoughts, curled his lips, "I didn't come here to discuss values ​​with you, it's meaningless at all. What are you going to do?" Will you save Hermione?"

"How do you know that I am willing to save her? I think I would rather watch her die."

"You left the Dark Mark on her to let us know that you did it, and then come to beg you? Voldemort, just state your conditions directly."

Professor Black stared at him for a while, then suppressed his smile.His tone was no longer so relaxed and joking, but became indifferent: "Well, I think you should be willing to accept my conditions. Give me your locket."

"That's absolutely impossible," Harry replied reflexively.

"Then you can just watch Hermione die in pain. The attack of the Corrosion Curse will slowly erode her whole body, her internal organs will rot bit by bit, her bones will slowly melt into pus, and finally her whole body will die." I can't see a human figure at all..." Professor Black said slowly, looked at Harry's angry expression with interest, and added a sentence, "You still think he is more important than your friend, and you would rather let your friend suffer , and are unwilling to hand over the locket?"

Harry stared at him, his fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into his flesh.He really hated this man.Although he doesn't have any human feelings, let alone love, kindness and compassion, his grasp of human nature is indeed very accurate.

He knew that Riddle was here, so he said such words to provoke them, and wanted to leave a gap between the two... Harry sneered, since he understood his intention, he would not be fooled by this.

"Don't even think about..."

"Or you can give yourself to me," he said suddenly.

"what?"

"Leave him and come to me." Professor Black's tone was full of demagogic force, he leaned over and pinched Harry's chin, so close that he almost kissed him.Harry took a step back and tried to avoid him, but Professor Black rolled over directly from the table, forcing him against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing...!" Harry turned his face to the side, and he was about to take a step away from him, but his right hand holding the wand was caught and twisted behind him, and he was pushed hard against the wall again , gnashing his teeth in pain.

"You...you get out of here!" he shouted, and then felt that the force that was forcing him slowed down a bit. Professor Black turned his head instantly, raised his cane and pointed at the person in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Avada Kedavra !"

"Soul imprisonment!"

The red light and the green light illuminated the entire room at the same time, shooting directly into the bodies of both parties.Professor Black took a step back trembling, his hands slowly dropped, and he fell limply to the ground.

Harry bypassed him, dashed up to Riddle, grabbed his collar and asked anxiously, "Are you alright?" He had just clearly seen that green light enter his body.

Riddle looked down at his anxious face, suddenly pressed his chin and kissed him forcefully, his tongue instantly penetrated and swept his entire mouth.

"Hmm..." He kept changing angles and sucking kisses on him. Harry's body became weak from his kisses, and he almost couldn't stand up. Riddle hugged his back tightly, panting on his shoulders, His fingers reached into his hair and stroked it.

"Sorry, I won't let you do this kind of thing in the future."

"Are... are you really alright?" Harry looked at his body, but found no trace.

Riddle stepped back and motioned Harry to look at a hole in the wall: "The spell went through. He probably forgot that I can switch between physical and incorporeal."

Only then did Harry breathe a sigh of relief: "That's good. Maybe he can't become an incorporeal existence himself, so he forgets that you are just a spirit body."

"Hmm... But my guess is correct, the soul confinement still has an effect on him. It seems that he has not completely occupied this body. I am afraid that the original owner of this body still has a little bit of consciousness, but has been suppressed all the time. Riddle walked to Professor Black, conjured up a glass bottle, took a few drops of blood from his finger, and pulled out a few hairs, "The goal has been achieved, let's go."

"Uh...it's rare for him to look like this now, do we need to do something about him?" Harry walked up to him and asked hesitantly.

"What can I do? Kill him? You will definitely not allow me to do this. Soul fusion is probably impossible. As for soul devouring, I can try it, but it may destroy another soul in this body ...so we have nothing to do."

"But if I meet him again in the future, I'm afraid I won't have such a good opportunity."

"There are only two ways to deal with him. The first is to separate him from this body, and then use soul fusion or soul devouring. The second is to kill him directly." Riddle shrugged, and his hand reached into his From his neck, he pulled out an exquisite locket, "His difficulty is comparable to that of the main soul."

"This is his Horcrux? What happens if it is taken off?" Harry suggested.

Riddle pulled it out, but found that once it moved to a certain height, the locket seemed to be stuck, and could no longer move an inch.Riddle tried several spells, knocking sparks on the chain, but it still had no effect.

"I'm afraid he can only take it off by himself." Riddle shook his head.

"Take it off yourself? Can we take it off by his hand...?" Harry suggested again.

"I didn't make it clear. It should be taken off by him willingly." Riddle stood up and looked at him, "Let's go."

Harry nodded, looked back at Professor Black again, and walked out the door with Riddle.Mr. Byte told Harry that the antidote formula for this curse needs to use the blood and hair of the caster, so they had already discussed the plan before they came. Harry was responsible for distracting Professor Black's attention with words, and Riddle caught him off guard and stunned him.But Harry didn't expect the plan to go so smoothly, or he felt that Professor Black's reaction seemed a bit violent.

"Hello, Harry."

"Ok?"

"If you had to choose between me and Hermione, who would you choose?"

"..." Harry's face was darkened, "Since when have you been so childish?"

"So who will you choose?" Riddle insisted.

"Hey... there's no comparison at all, okay? One of you is my friend and the other is mine..." Harry paused.

"What's yours?" Riddle turned his head and stared at him, as if he wouldn't let him go unless he gave a satisfactory answer.

"It's my lover, it's alright..." Before he finished speaking, his lips were pressed, and a low male voice came from Harry's ear:

"That's what you said."

☆, price

After they sent the blood and hair to Mr. Byte, the latter immediately started mixing them, but before Harry could relax, Mr. Byte suddenly said "Oops", patted his head, and walked anxiously in the room. walk around.

"Merlin, I actually forgot about this..."

"What's the matter, Mr. Bate?"

"It takes three months to prepare the antidote, but she can't hold on for so long at all. Even if I give her some other medicines to delay the time, it can only last for another two and a half months at most..." Mr. Bait seems to want to His few hairs were scratched out.Only then did Harry realize that this was another trap set by Professor Black.Even if he took away the antidote, he still couldn't stop death, so he should be very happy to see their despair, right?

"Adding three drops of diluted Finnish honey and a spoonful of Copra caterpillar juice to the antidote can speed up the reaction," Riddle said suddenly.

"Are you serious?" Mr. Bate's eyes widened.Harry was afraid that Mr. Byte's question would displease Riddle, so he quickly said, "Of course it's true, Mr. Byte."

Watching Mr. Byte turn around to prepare the potion, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and touched Riddle with his elbow: "You seem to be very familiar with this spell?"

"Who can understand the spell I created myself better than me?" Riddle shrugged. "Now things are all messed up, but it seems that Dumbledore can't be contacted."

"What happened to the Headmaster?" Harry frowned.

"Didn't you find that he didn't serve as a judge for this competition?" Riddle shook his head, a little distressed, "Maybe he went to find the main soul, but the main soul has never shown his feet, how did he find out?"

It was the first time Harry saw Riddle's expression like this, so he couldn't help being a little surprised, but it seemed reasonable.Dealing with one self is already troublesome enough, let alone three, emerging endlessly.He remembered the time he almost died in the Forbidden Forest, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

"I'm going to stay here and watch them while Hermione hasn't recovered." Harry said, seeing that Riddle frowned obviously, and explained, "I'm afraid that Professor Black will still treat Hermione and Derrick again." Laco started, after all, the infirmary doesn't look very safe."

Riddle grudgingly agreed, but obviously reluctantly.

Hermione has been in a coma, her physical condition is getting worse and worse, her face is pale and bloodless.Harry could even see the blackness surging under her thin layer of skin, like a flock of crows darting across the snow.

Draco recovered much more quickly than Hermione, and he was soon allowed to leave the ward to continue his classes, although he would still visit them in the infirmary whenever he was free, and talk about what happened on campus.At noon and in the evening they alternated shifts to eat, because Mr. Bate forbade them to eat in the infirmary.

"Senior Polyasser hasn't shown up for two months, neither in class nor in the office of the organization. Senior Margaret is still there, she seems to have been looking for him." Draco looked The mistletoe hanging from the window said slowly, "Where do you think he might be? I heard he didn't go back to the dormitory either..."

"Uh...if it's not in the underground casino, it's probably at Professor Black's, or at the main soul's." Harry speculated.

"I think so too." Draco thought about it, "I asked Prometheus, and he said that no strange people have come to stay recently... It seems that he is temporarily staying at another soul piece. "

He looked at Hermione lying on the bed, the girl still had her eyes closed tightly, like a wax figure.My mood was inexplicably low, and I no longer had the interest to speak.Harry noticed the change in him, sighed, and comforted softly: "Mr. Bait said that the medicine can be prepared in a few days, and then it needs to be taken for seven to ten days."

Draco nodded silently, he turned his head to look at Harry: "The third match will start soon, right? Are you ready?"

"There's nothing to prepare for... They said that the third game is a maze. There will be many monsters and obstacles in the maze, and the trophy will be placed in the center of the maze. The person who gets the trophy will get the highest score." Harry shrugged , "Compared to this, I always feel that something will happen on the day of the game..."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Draco quickly stopped him, "Speaking of which, I saw Professor Dumbledore yesterday, he was eating with Karkaroff in the restaurant, and there seemed to be nothing wrong..."

"He's having dinner with Karkaroff?" Riddle suddenly intervened, and they all looked at him. "I remember that Karkaroff never ate in the restaurant."

"Maybe they are discussing about the third competition. After all, it takes a lot of manpower and time to create a maze and set up traps. I heard that there will be many teachers present in the competition, ready to rescue participants at any time... so we stopped One day class."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Master, it seems difficult to proceed with what you asked us to do. Hermione hasn't woken up yet, and Polyather is gone..." Draco was a little nervous, although they couldn't be blamed for this, but they hadn't finished yet Task.

"It's okay, it's not urgent." Riddle didn't seem to care very much, "I'm also more worried that something will happen on the day of the game."

"Ah?" Draco was taken aback, why did the master say that?

classroom office building.Shared toilet.It’s almost summer, and the summer in Northern Europe is short and cool, the air is humid, and water droplets are formed on the walls, which slide down to merge with other water droplets and then flow down slowly.

Polyaser leaned against the damp wall and took a deep breath.He wiped the sweat on his forehead with his wide sleeve, frowned uncomfortably, closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, barely relieving the discomfort in his heart.But he still felt heavy and nauseous, with something sticky stuck in his throat, unable to breathe.

He finally escaped.In the past few days, he has been fighting against the force that invaded him, but he can't do anything. Instead, he often suffers from insomnia and neurasthenia.

He wanted to take off that ring—yes, he finally realized that it was not a good thing, no, it was simply poison, a contract of bondage, and he never knew it.

How on earth did he accept wearing it in the first place?Polyaser pressed the center of her brows, her headache was splitting.Probably bewitched... That's right, the man who talked to him from time to time bewitched him and made him want to stop.He deliberately didn't ask about his background, and even lied to himself that it was a trust between lovers.Yes, that's it, the trust between lovers... This is the excuse that the man has been using to deceive him. He knows he likes him, so he has been using him... He should have known.

The taste of broken dreams is really uncomfortable.he thinks.Polyasser straightened up and walked out of the bathroom.The entire building was empty and quiet. Most of the teachers had gone to serve as support staff for the third match, and the rest had also gone to watch the match. This of course included Professor Black, who had imprisoned him for the past few days.

After he escaped from Draco and Margaret that day, Professor Black found him and locked him in the back room of his office.In the past, Polyaser would never have believed that the black magic teacher he had always respected and the boss he admired would do such a thing to him.

It's not that he didn't think about escaping, but he was caught and brought back.When Polyather realized that it was useless to flee, he fell silent and waited for his chance.He finally waited until today.

Polyaser left the office building. He heard the host's voice from the square, as well as the cheers and drum beating one after another. It seemed that the third match had begun, and all four warriors had entered the arena. .Professor Black must be there too, he thought, and where could he go?

Durmstrang couldn't stay any longer, and he couldn't go home.Maybe he could ask Draco to introduce him to Professor Dumbledore and transfer to Hogwarts?Polyasser shook his head, these things are still a bit far away.The first thing to do now is to get the ring off.

Polyather tried many times to remove the ring, but without success.The spirit in the ring seemed to have a special spell attached to it, making it impossible for him to pull it out no matter what.Polyasser also thought about destroying it directly