Soul shaping

Coffee, and licked his lower lip. For some reason, Harry felt a little itchy in his heart, "Do you have anything else to guess?"

"Well... I can't guess it." Harry gave up, "You just tell me."

"I never said I would tell you." Riddle's eyes were sly, "You will know when the time comes."

"Hey, you're so—"

"I miss you, Harry," he said suddenly softly.

"Ah..." Harry was taken aback for a moment, then his face flushed and he whispered, "Me too."

"Every night I imagine you lying next to me, and then I kiss you, take off your clothes, touch your sensitive spots so that you can't help yourself, and enter you... imagine you want me as much as I want you, Lost my mind because of me..."

"Wait, don't say any more..." Hearing his ambiguous words, the picture he described appeared in Harry's mind uncontrollably. Mirror off.

"I kind of regret breaking the contract now, otherwise we could have sex in the soul space." Riddle was still saying such unscrupulous words, and Harry's reaction to this was to cover the double-sided mirror.

"Hey, Harry! Open the mirror!" A man's voice still came from the mirror. He seemed a little annoyed, but Harry ignored him and announced calmly, "I'm going to bed, Mr. Minister. To organize Quidditch player trials."

"Quidditch tryouts? Oh, speaking of which...Harry, are you building a fan club behind my back?"

"What?" Harry was startled, and quickly opened the mirror. The man in the mirror was holding his hands, his eyes were dark, "Where do I have any fan club?"

"Really?" Riddle looked in disbelief, "Let's say it first, don't expect to be lucky enough to deceive me."

"I said, Legilimency can still be used in front of a mirror, right?"

"I won't use Legilimency on you. So I hope you can be honest." Riddle said word by word, Harry felt that this matter seemed a bit serious, he thought about it carefully, and shook his head: "Really not, I've been harassed enough by those people, how could I still do this kind of thing?"

Riddle stared at him for a while, and after confirming that he really didn't seem to be lying, his face turned slightly pale: "I learned from my own sources that you have a fan support group, and it is said that they plan to hold a fan club in every game of yours. Full coverage and live broadcast."

"Uh... It seems that there is such a thing... But I definitely didn't organize it myself! I can't take care of this kind of thing, right?"

"Well, I see." From his tone, he couldn't tell how angry he was, but Harry was still a little uneasy.

"Tom, you mustn't blame the students for this—"

"Hmph, do I seem to be such a free person?"

Not very idle, but preoccupied with the minutiae... Harry complained in his heart, but he knew that Riddle had already promised him in a disguised form, so he didn't say any more.

"It's eleven o'clock, I should go to bed." Harry glanced at his watch, "Good night, Tom."

"Good night, Harry."

The next afternoon, when Harry and Ron came to the Quidditch pitch together, he couldn't help suspecting that he was hosting a World Cup instead of a tryout - the stands were almost full, the students were laughing and playing, and the audience was noisy one slice.And they caused a commotion as soon as they appeared, with applause and cheers everywhere, Harry felt that Ron was visibly nervous, and he suspected that he might want to retreat, so he quickly pulled him back.

"I think I'd better forget it... so many people, I have never seen such a scene..."

"If you participate in competitions in the future, there will be so many spectators. It's better to get used to it in advance." Harry persuaded, "If you miss this time, you will have no chance, Ron, cheer up."

"No, I still feel..."

"You are here." A voice rang in their ears, and the two looked up, Draco and Hermione were walking towards them.

"Hey, Draco, are you done?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, my efficiency is really high." Draco said proudly, he glanced at the fanatical audience around him, a little gloating, "But there weren't so many people when I selected the team members. Hey, Weasley, Why are you holding a broom? Are you coming to participate...?"

Harry glared at Draco, signaling him not to ask any more questions, because Ron was blushing already.

"Hey, look, isn't that the captain of the Slytherin team?"

"I remember his name is..."

"Malfoy! Draco Malfoy! That's the name!"

"Oh, Merlin, he's up against Harry Potter! Will they have a fight? Gryffindor and Slytherin teams never fight!"

"Well, I think they seem to have a good chat..."

"Who is that girl next to him? Is it his girlfriend?"

"..."

Draco touched his nose, and his tone was as lazy as ever: "They seem to have noticed us, so Hermione and I will leave first. Come on, Weasley, I will cheer for you from behind."

Before he left, he patted Ron on the shoulder, but the latter shook him off forcefully.

"He's definitely mocking me, absolutely!" Ron muttered angrily all the way, and Harry had to scold Draco along with him. The only good thing about this was that Ron seemed to forget that he was about to be surrounded by people .

The trials lasted four hours, during which Harry had to yell to stop the laughing of the little girls who had never ridden a broom.When he told them to leave, they didn't get angry, just giggled and ran away.

Ron's performance impressed him, he was running for goalkeeper, and he defended well, and Harry believed that even Wood would have nothing to say here.

When they walked out of the court tiredly, Draco and Hermione were already standing at the door waiting for them. Draco was about to say something, but Ron stopped him immediately: "If you want to laugh at me—"

"I didn't intend to—"

"But I don't believe you will come to praise me, Malfoy."

"I just think you could get a better broom, Weasley."

"You still say you're not laughing at me?" Ron glared at him immediately, Draco looked confused, and Hermione obviously thought Draco was too much, which made him have to explain to her I really have no malice.

That night, Harry turned on the double-sided mirror as usual before going to bed, and Riddle was working overtime at the Ministry of Magic just like yesterday.

"Harry, have you guessed what it was?"

"You still won't tell me?"

"of course."

Harry slammed the double-sided mirror off, making up his mind to ignore him for a few days.

But it didn't take a few days for Harry to know what it was - he thought he should have guessed it a long time ago, after all, Professor McGonagall mentioned it once before.

"Next month, all the sixth grade students will take the OWLs supplementary test. OWLs is the abbreviation of the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination. This test was originally taken by the fifth grade students, but due to force majeure, the current sixth grade students were completely suspended last year. I missed the exam, so the school contacted the Ministry of Magic to conduct a re-examination for the students. And the students who failed this re-examination can follow the fifth grade students to take the re-examination in the second half of the year." Professor McGonagall said in the last few minutes before the end of the Transfiguration class , which drew complaints from the students.

Everyone hurriedly started preparing for the test, and students practicing spells and reciting the History of Magic could be seen everywhere. Even Hermione complained that the news came so suddenly that she had no time to review it.Her temper has also grown more irritable, glaring impatiently at anyone who interrupts her studies, and she's already reprimanded a dozen juniors this week for laughing too loudly in the break room.

"Hermione, uh..."

"What's wrong?" She raised her head from a pile of books, her hair was a mess.

"If you think the lounge is too noisy, go to the library," Harry suggested.

"The phenomenon of occupying space in the library is too serious, and I can't find a place at all." When she mentioned this, her mood obviously got worse.

"You can ask Draco to hold your seat for you..."

"Oh, I don't like it when he acts like a bully." Hermione thumped the page and stopped talking to him.

Harry couldn't help but wonder how Draco got his seat.

"I think I did the right thing." Draco also seemed very distressed when he mentioned this matter. He and Harry sat on the lawn, and the students who came and went couldn't help but stop and watch when they saw it, "There are many people in the library Putting books on the table to take up space when people aren't there. It's a waste of behavior, so I moved their books and sat on my own, but Hermione said it's not right, especially if there are Once the owner of the position came back, I had a dispute with him, and then I argued with him a little, a little bit, and revealed my identity... Then she got angry."

"Oh, you know, she's always hated you as Master Malfoy to bully people—"

"No, I didn't, I said I was a prefect—"

"It makes no difference, really."

Fast forward a month and the OWLs have arrived.When Harry saw the yearning man leading a group of senior wizards into the teaching building, his heart beat suddenly accelerated, and his whole body felt a little hot.

He hadn't seen him for a long time—seeing him for real, not through that narrow two-way mirror.Harry lay on the handrail of the corridor, staring at the man for a moment. He was dressed in simple and elegant black attire, and he kept his eyes on him when he walked, and his steps were steady and brisk.The slender neck revealed when he turned his face slightly, the neatly trimmed black hair close to the ears and the long, straight legs wrapped in trousers all made Harry feel so seductive that he couldn't help feeling crazy. up.

Riddle shook hands with Professor McGonagall politely, talking about the recent situation of the school.

"Oh, Riddle, I didn't expect you to personally supervise..."

"After all, this is the first OWLs after Hogwarts resumed teaching, and the public attaches great importance to it." Riddle replied, he raised his head and glanced up, there was a person there before, but now he has disappeared.

"Merlin's sock, isn't that the Minister of Magic!"

"The Minister of Magic actually came to be the chief examiner in person..."

"I'm so lucky to meet the minister...he seems to be more handsome than the newspapers!"

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"

"Hey, Romilda, don't you rob me!"

Listening to the discussions of the girls around him, Harry leaned against the wall and breathed calmly, his heart was still a little hard to calm down.He didn't know why he hid timidly.When Riddle's eyes moved over, he suddenly didn't know how to face him and what attitude he should show.Their relationship is known only to members of the Order of the Phoenix, and it is still kept secret to the outside world. According to Riddle, this is in order not to have a negative impact on his campus life.

So when they meet at school, they should act less intimate, right...?Thinking of this, Harry felt a little lost for some reason.

OWLs are scheduled to take place in the afternoon.The school has prepared a number of classrooms to separate different subjects, and each classroom has multiple examiners and invigilators.

Harry and the others rushed to the next classroom to take the tests of Charms, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts after they finished the History of Magic exam in a hurry. There were three desks in the classroom, and the examiners sat behind the desks. Examiners operate according to their requirements.

Harry passed his Charms and Transfiguration tests with ease, and both examiners smiled at him.And when he started the Defense Against the Dark Arts test, the examiner sitting in front of him seemed to show an unusual interest in him.When Harry completed his request beautifully, the examiner looked around and asked in a low voice: "By the way, Potter... I heard you still have the Patronus Charm, right? Uh, can you, just give Let me take a look... for extra points?"

Harry was about to say yes when he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed instantly.He looked out the window and saw Riddle standing in the corridor talking to a proctor.He felt his eyes look over, so they stopped on him.

He turned his head stiffly, thinking about it.

"What's the matter, Potter?" the examiner asked with concern, pushing his glasses.

"Uh, it's nothing..." Harry closed his eyes forcefully and gritted his teeth.Forget it, just die.

He raised his wand, recalling the scene when he met Riddle for the first time, and shouted in his mouth: "Call God to protect you!"

A silver mist rises in the air, condenses, and gradually forms a unique shape.It—or rather him—has a cold and proud face, and the contours of its facial features are as delicate and elegant as a Greek sculpture carved with one knife.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on that unique guardian. Just standing there made everyone's eyes stop on him, and he couldn't move away.

And Harry himself stared blankly at his Patronus and opened his mouth wide.He remembered that it was not like this. His original patron saint was modeled on Riddle's 16-year-old spirit body, but now this... He glanced at the man in the corridor, who was looking at him intently, his gaze There is no emotion in it.

"Oh, oh, oh, Merlin, I've lived so long and I've never seen a Patronus in human form... I've never seen one in all my life... It's really amazing... By the way, Potter, what's the difference between a Patronus in human form ? Will it be stronger than the animal-shaped one?"

"Uh... I don't know what an animal-shaped patron saint is like, but a human-shaped patron saint seems to have a little consciousness of its own."

"Oh? This is very interesting. I think I can write a new topic... If you don't mind, Potter, can I ask you some questions after the exam? It won't be very long, just a few hours Question..." The examiner blinked and looked at him pleadingly, and Harry almost agreed, but before he could say "yes", a voice interrupted their conversation: "Sorry, Mr. Makati, I suppose Potter's test is over? I have something to do with him."

"Ah, oh, yes, it's over..." Mr. Makati watched reluctantly as Harry was led out of the examination room by Riddle, "Hey, I missed a good opportunity... But, how do I feel that Potter's The Patronus is very similar to the minister...?"

Harry followed Riddle down the corridor, still basking in the joy of his escape.He didn't dare to imagine that if Mr. Makati really wrote a paper on the subject of the humanoid patron saint, would he be bombarded by a group of newspapers again... and his relationship with Riddle would definitely be discovered by the paparazzi If it is revealed to the public, then he may not be able to continue studying quietly at Hogwarts.

They walked quietly, each with their own ghosts.When passing the bathroom, Riddle pulled him, pushed him in, and locked the door behind his back.

Before Harry could react, he was pressed against the wall, his back pressed against the cold wall, feeling cold.The eyes of the man in front of him were slightly restrained, and he was incredibly sexy.He lowered his head and kissed him forcefully, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth for the first time, exchanging breaths with him frantically.

"Hmm..." The passionate kiss made him breathless, and Riddle's hand lifted his robe to his waist, and reached under it to caress his skin.The pads of his fingers lightly rubbed against the two sensitive points on his chest, Harry trembled, blushing and tried to stop him, but was pressed against the wall by his wrist.

"It's been so long since we haven't seen each other, shouldn't we show something? Huh?" The hot breath spewed on his neck, almost burning him.

"What does it mean..." Harry was still a little dazed, he felt his body go cold, and his robe had been ripped off by him.The man unzipped his trousers down and grasped something that was already somewhat awake.He chuckled in his ear, soothing him maliciously, and Harry sucked and hugged his back, biting his neck.

"Remember what I said, Harry?" He bit down on his lower lip hard, and the hand still didn't stop moving, and the boy was soon gasping, flushing, in his hand.

Of course he remembers...

"Every night I imagine you lying next to me, and then I kiss you, take off your clothes, touch your sensitive spots so that you can't help yourself, and enter you... imagine you want me as much as I want you, Lost my mind because of me..."

Riddle turned on the faucet to wash off the liquid from his hands. He made Harry hug his waist tightly, and slid his right hand inch by inch along the protruding back of the spine, deep into his body.

"I, I haven't finished the exam yet... There are still a few more..." Harry still retained his sanity, the strong stimulation from inside his body made his voice hoarse, and he spoke intermittently.The person who was hugging him tightly frowned after hearing this sentence, and seemed to think that it was inappropriate after thinking for a while, so he lowered his head and gave him a firm kiss, and let him go.

Riddle took the clothes and put them back on for him, and sighed with some regret: "I'll send you to the exam."

Harry couldn't believe that he just let him go like this. He was already prepared to retake the exam in the second half of the year, which made him a little disappointed, but he didn't know what he was disappointed about.When Riddle helped him button his chest, he still looked at him blankly, which made the man raise his eyebrows: "Could it be that you want to continue?"

"No, no!" Harry quickly denied. He forced himself to calmly walk to the sink and rinse his face with cold water. He raised his head, and his cheeks in the mirror still had the lingering charm, and his lips were flushed red from the kiss. I don't know what other people will think when they see it.

Riddle took his hand after he finished packing, and they walked forward together.Harry knew that once they walked out of this door, they would pretend to be strangers again, he was a candidate, he was the chief examiner, so far away.

The moment Riddle's hand was on the doorknob, Harry tugged at the hem of his coat.The man turned to look at him, and Harry stood on tiptoe, grabbed his arm and kissed him.At that moment, he clearly saw the surprise in his eyes, like tiny stars shining in the night sky.

"When I finish the exam, let's have dinner together." He whispered.

"Okay." The man touched the kissed lips and replied with a smile.

Harry was in bed with Riddle when he received his OWLs report card.They had just finished making love, Harry leaned against the man's broad chest and did not want to move, Riddle stretched out his arm and took a letter from the bedside table and handed it to him: "This is the result you have been thinking about Single, Harry."

"Is the result coming out so soon? Ron clearly said it would take a long time..." Harry said as he opened the envelope.

"I got it from inside in advance." Riddle hugged him a little closer, and leaned over to look at the results with him.

"Charms, O... Defense Against the Dark Arts, O... Except for Divination and History of Magic, your grades are very good." Riddle lazily commented while rubbing his hair.His long fingers ran through his sweaty black hair, which made Harry feel very comfortable.

"But next year we will take the NEWTs test. I heard that test is very difficult." Harry put away the report card, folded it and stuffed it back into the envelope.

"There's nothing to worry about. At worst, I'll change the data for you." Riddle looked indifferent, and Harry was speechless. Is it really okay to abuse power like this...

"No need, I will take the exam myself!"

"That's better. Harry, what do you want to do when you graduate?" Riddle asked.

"Hmm... Be an Auror? You can actually stay at Hogwarts." Harry thought for a while.

"So if you stay at Hogwarts, what kind of teacher do you want to be?" The man continued to ask, pinching the boy's earlobe.

"Hmm... the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I'm better at this, and I heard that Professor Moody is only serving as our teacher temporarily, and he will retire soon."

"That's a position I wanted very much before, but Dumbledore has never agreed. It's easy if you come to the Ministry of Magic. I can arrange a position for you directly."

Harry thought his background was really hard.

"I can enter the Ministry of Magic without going through the back door, Tom." And your idea of ​​abusing public power is really bad...

"I just don't want you to take so many detours, Harry. According to you, you can enter the Ministry of Magic without going through the back door, so why not go through the back door?" Riddle instilled his own fallacies into his boy, "Although I I hope you stay at home and be raised by me, do nothing but rely on me and look at me, and you can't live without me. But I know it's impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" Harry felt that this was something that Riddle would do, put him under house arrest or something... He should have had this idea long ago, although he didn't act on it.

"Because I don't want to."

Like in that protracted confrontation, watching him escape from Malfoy Manor scarred and come back to him.At that moment, he really wanted to say to him, rely on him, don't do anything, just rely on him.He will do everything for him, and he just needs to be his own boy, watching him quietly.

I am selfish and don't want you to be admired by everyone.

May you fear death and hide behind me; may all of you betray your relatives, but I am your relative; may you be bruised and bruised, and lean on me.

But I couldn't bear it.

May you linger in the dark, not innocent; may you still water flow deep, and look forward to everyone for a long time; may you not be betrayed and swear never to retreat; may you fight bloody battles, and keep peace in your heart.

May you fall at last with a clear conscience.

The author has something to say: This is probably the end of the episode

If there was a Soul Shaping 2 I'd say it

but probably not

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Voldemort stretched out his hand, as if to catch the ball, but when he approached, he grabbed it in the air, and the ball was thrown out and fell to the ground far away.The orb radiated red beams of light from behind. The trap that was originally used to trap him on the throne had no effect at this time.

Voldemort looked at Harry coldly, grabbed his neck and threw him aside. With a wave of his left hand, several red lights flew to freeze his limbs.He walked towards Professor Black step by step, lightning flashed as he waved his wand, like a tornado dancing behind him.Harry felt that the sky was falling apart and the mountains and rivers were shattering. The two figures collided with each other. The chandelier above his head swayed and fell down. When it came to the smell of blood... and finally the rapidly enlarged rafters, Harry felt a severe pain in his back, his eyes went dark, and he fell unconscious.

When he woke up again, the strong smell of disinfectant hit his face.It was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't tell where he was, and he didn't know if there were other people in the room.Harry closed his eyes again.

"You don't need to pretend to be asleep if you're already awake." A cold voice sounded close at hand, Harry's whole body shuddered, his heart sank, but he still closed his eyes calmly.

The man waited for a while, sensed his intention, and snorted coldly.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The severe spasm-like pain instantly spread through the whole body along the nerve network, almost tearing him apart. Harry couldn't help crying out in pain, and clenched his hands. He wanted to struggle but found that his body was locked It is firmly fixed, and can only passively endure the extreme pain.

"Be sober now, Potter." The cruel voice flooded his whole body like a basin of cold water, and Harry gasped feebly, in and out more and more, his chest heaving violently.

A green fire ignited in the darkness, illuminating the pale, flat face, and the narrow red eyes stared at him indifferently, as if looking at a dead man: "Oh, Potter, I'm curious...very curious, why a weak and stupid child can escape the clutches of the greatest wizard and brush with death again and again?...This is the second time, Potter. This time And why?"

Harry looked at him silently, and it suddenly dawned on him—a possibility occurred to him—maybe he was asking him this question not just to reassure him and find a way to kill him, but also because he also wanted to conquer death.

So he swallowed, and replied, "If you are willing to entrust your life to another person, sometimes you can meet miracles."

"That's impossible." He knew he was going to answer, so he stopped talking. "So you were lucky enough to rely on the help of your friends to escape?  … Oh, Potter, In the end, you are just a coward hiding behind others, nothing special... extremely stupid..."

But you are defeated by such a stupid person.he thinks.

"By the way, Potter... don't you think you are very capable?" Voldemort changed his subject, his blood-red eyes enlarged an inch in terror, "And the other me tried to kill me, and you think you have done a perfect job right?"

"...you already found out?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I know myself better than you think, Potter. We can discuss what to do with you now, oh, I think it's not enough to die once... Since you sent it to me, let me think, How should I make good use of you..." His flat and cold tone made Harry a little shocked, he didn't know what he wanted to do to him, and there was really no room for him to resist now-maybe he never had.

"I thought about it." There was a hint of joy in that voice, "You still want to go back to see your friends? I think you can stop thinking about it earlier, because they won't be happy to see you, After you have been marked with my brand... I want them to take a good look... let everyone see how the legendary savior betrayed them."

"Varied……"

"The soul is out of the body!" The cold spell fell from the sky and hit his soul.Harry felt as if his heart had been flooded by sea water, salty and cold, but he didn't feel in control.Just as he was thinking about what was going on, his body suddenly loosened, and the shackles that suppressed him had been untied.

Voldemort stood not far from him and looked at him, his red eyes were full of coldness and ridicule.He lowered his voice and ordered, "Come here, Potter."

Harry lowered his eyes and slowly got out of bed and walked towards him.There was still some pain in the spine when walking, and he wondered if it was the sequelae of being hit by that rafter.

As soon as Harry stood still in front of him, the second order came: "Kneel down and kiss my robes."

Only Death Eaters would do that.Harry felt a little sick, but he knelt down anyway, lowering his head to his black robe.

The moment his lips touched the soft cloth, a strange thought flashed through his mind: this seemingly useless ritual is still necessary, and it can bring people a religious and mysterious feeling. The sense of piety gradually strips away the inner thinking and resistance.

"Very good... very good...then let's test the last one, I think, this can tell if you are pretending to be controlled by me." There was a rustle of cloth rubbing against his ear, and Voldemort squatted down, Pale and slender fingers like spider feet pinched his chin, forcing him to lift his head.

"Kiss me, Potter." His voice was always cold, with a hint of sarcasm, as if he was quite sure he wouldn't do it.

Harry stared stiffly into the blood-red eyes, which burned like the soul fire of the forest in the skeleton-like body.He saw the thin lips slightly pursed and the corners of the mouth raised upwards, as if to ridicule his poor acting skills, Harry hooked his neck, turned his head and kissed him.

Voldemort's lips were thin and cold, yet unexpectedly soft.Harry didn't have any further intentions, but he didn't know what to do next, so he could only rub his lips lightly as if nothing.

Voldemort was silent, neither responding nor retreating.After a while, he pushed him away abruptly, pulled his collar, stood up and walked out.

When the sound of his footsteps faded away, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and broke out in a cold sweat.He knew he had passed the first pass.

The next morning, when it was still daylight, he was woken up and taken to an empty room.Lucius was still standing in the room. He also seemed to have just woken up, his eyes were still a bit tired, but he was fully dressed.When he saw Harry's eyes widen, he pointed at him and asked cautiously, "Master, this is..."

"Oh, Lucius, don't you even know our Boy Who Lived?"

"No, master, I mean, I clearly see that he is dead..."

"Obviously, Potter got away with some kind of trick again... that's what he does best, timidly hiding behind his friend's back." Voldemort glanced at Harry, who lowered his eyes and said nothing. Any response, that pleases him.Voldemort took out a piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into Harry's hand, and ordered: "Read the above words to Lucius once, with a natural expression and tone, and don't make people feel that you are forced."

Harry looked down at the parchment in his hand, and after a few lines he felt sick to his stomach, and a chill came to his heart, and Voldemort seemed displeased with his silence, and added: "From now on, you can only call me' Master', say 'Yes, Master' to the order, Potter."

"Yes, Master." Harry resisted the impulse in his heart, and Voldemort nodded to Lucius, indicating that he could start the video.

"Go ahead, Potter."

Harry took a deep breath and tried not to speak so stiffly: "Hi everyone, I'm Harry Potter, the savior you call, the Boy Who Lived. I believe you are surprised that I will appear here, Because you just heard the news of my death not long ago. Yes, I have deceived the world in a shady way. I escaped by hiding behind my friends. I am selfish and timid, ordinary and ordinary, and have no I can't be compared with the Dark Lord, and I shouldn't be expected and expected. I don't deserve such a noble name. And Voldemort, that's the object worthy of your admiration. His understanding of magic is at its peak. He has A powerful force, only by following him can you usher in the true light of wizards."

Harry paused, took a breath and continued, "Anyway, resistance is the most stupid act. The Dark Lord is merciful, and he will forgive your momentary confusion. It's not too late to turn around now."

After reading it like a torment, Harry just breathed a sigh of relief when Voldemort spoke: "The tone is too cold, try again."

Harry's fingers clenched tightly, and then quickly let go.He looked at Lucius expressionlessly, and was about to read it again, but was stopped: "Don't make such an expression that someone owes you money, Potter. Smile."

Harry tried to pull a smile, feeling the muscles in his face stiffen.Seeing that Voldemort seemed to have acquiesced, he started again: "Hi everyone, I am Harry Potter..."

"Stop, Potter. Still unnatural, come again."

"A smile is uglier than a cry, come again."

"The pause was too deliberate, come again."

"Come again." "Come again." "Come again." "Come again..."

Lucius standing on video