Doomed to be an enemy

A dark world has no light, no form, and therefore no time.He didn't know why he thought it was dark, it was a strange term.He could feel the soul—oh, that was another strange word—releasing itself comfortably.Not only did the icy darkness not make him uncomfortable, but a different kind of greed arose, as if it was a piece of cake and he could eat it anytime.

this is not right.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but subconsciously suppressed this sudden instinct together with the darkness—that made him feel dangerous.

But why?

He was bewildered and curious.He decided to take a closer look at it.But as soon as he moved, it felt wrong, the speed was too slow, and he found that it would take him a long time to understand the idea of ​​"going over and looking"-and it was still slowing down.A great panic pierced through the darkness, and at that moment he obeyed the greed that made him feel dangerous without even thinking about it.

The golden crystal clear and dazzling magic power stung his vision in an instant. They bubbled and were as slow as magma, but they were extremely hot.

Harry woke up with a start.

The vaulted dome draws this exquisite painting, and the bone-chilling coolness seeps from the floor to the spine.When he propped himself up and got up, he heard a sharp cough. "Louis?"

"I'm fine. We're cursed."

Louis sat up with difficulty, he looked pale, "This looks a bit like the Imperius Curse, but it's much harder than that."

Only then did Harry realize that they were in St. Peter's Basilica. There was a disgusting smell of black magic and a strong smell of blood in the air—it was a marble fountain, and the pool was filled with blood—Harry felt himself Almost throw up.

The hundreds of wizards brought by him were lying on the ground, unconscious.He caught his breath and stood up.

"Then what happened to them?" Harry saw Louis shaking his head: "Unless he wakes up like us, he will lose his consciousness completely, or the person who cast the spell will break the spell." He suddenly felt stomach It's like a stone has fallen, heavy.

Harry's Occlumency nearly collapsed.These wizards had been brought in by his order, and now they lay here almost dying. "No, there are other ways—" He tried to calm himself down, and an idea came to his mind, "If the caster of the curse dies, the curse will disappear...that's right." It's like Headmaster Dumbledore Same back then.

"Potter." Lewis paused, and the saint looked carefully into Harry's clear green eyes, "Go and find Voldemort. If you find him, you can still have some hope." He supported the stone pillar and stood slowly. Get up, "Then, grab the strongest vampire and feed her the kinkilling potion." He moved his body, and removed the cloak behind him, revealing a part of the blackened mithril soft armor: "Now , use your flame to draw a fire prison, I'll watch them for you, hurry up—" He waved his wand to move the unconscious wizards together, and then urged.

Harry nodded, raised his wand, and the red-golden flame burst out suddenly, roaring violently on the floor, leaping around in a circle that included everyone, and the dark magic in the air collided with it, making a loud explosion The sound—like a cauldron exploding.

The tall German wizard couldn't help but retreated to the middle with his scalp numb - he didn't forget that he was also a source of dark magic power: "This is too cruel..."

Harry looked around the empty Great Hall, not a single Kindred - otherwise they wouldn't have lain safe for so long.He suddenly thought that he was Voldemort's Horcrux, so if the other party was here, would he be able to sense it at such a close distance?

The palms of Harry's hands were sticky with sweat, and he could barely hold the wand. He slowly removed the Occlumency, and suddenly felt nervous, regretful, worried and anxious... Countless emotions filled his brain.He struggled to find the information he wanted to know.

Harry...

For a moment, Harry almost wondered if he was hallucinating.That weak voice lacked the deliberate and strong charm of demagoguery, it murmured, and it was so weak that there was no ups and downs. "Voldemort..." Harry called out, and the feeling disappeared in an instant, but he still grabbed a tail.

Harry's emerald eyes turned suddenly to the still, sickening fountain of blood.

Under Louis's surprised gaze, he climbed up to the marble platform and jumped in without hesitation.The base of the fountain is very large, and after entering, Harry realized that he had guessed right—it was getting wider and wider, almost bottomless, and the thick blood blurred his vision. He didn't know how long he had been submerged, but he felt that Voldemort's whispering voice was getting weaker and weaker, but the connection between them was getting stronger and stronger!

A sudden dizziness made Harry unable to tell the difference between east, west and north. It felt like going to Cinderick's magic bazaar. In a sudden change of mind, Harry straightened his head out of the water—at this moment, the intense The induction stopped abruptly.

There were suffocating magic fluctuations in the air, as if countless people were whispering spells in their ears, Harry's scalp was numb and he gave himself an armor charm without even thinking about it.

Then I saw two high-level blood races, a man and a woman, standing on the shore—no, not high-level blood races, they looked almost the same as humans, without sharp nails, no fangs, and not even that ferocious, except for the eyes looking over There is blood in it.

"There are wizards who can break in." The moment the woman in the golden dress spoke, Harry's face changed. He had heard this voice in that horrific dream... the dream that almost lured his soul away. .

"You're Raven." Harry said solemnly.

It was this blood elder who captured Voldemort, and the man with curly black hair standing next to her, dressed like a medieval man, should be another blood elder, Clyde.The other party looked at him like a dead man.He raised his hand suddenly, but was stopped by the great elder Raven: "The ceremony has already begun, we need to save some effort." She said.

"He'll make trouble."

Clyde didn't seem to speak very often, and his voice was short and forceful.Raven showed a smile: "He does not conflict with our purpose for the time being, it is more appropriate to keep him." She cast her meaningful eyes on the middle of the blood pool.

Realizing something, Harry suddenly followed her gaze and looked behind——

The blood water had already risen to the level of the ground, and it slapped violently on the stone steps in the center of the pool, and the scarlet blood washed it until it was faintly red.At the top of the steps, a figure sat quietly on the ancient stone throne, holding a bone-colored magic wand in his slender white hand and resting it on his knees, and the hem of his black ominous robe drooped on the stone steps under his feet.

His eyes seemed to be closed, and the familiar handsome face was calm and expressionless.

Voldemort... Harry stared blankly at this scene, feeling his heart was being clenched tightly in his hands. At this moment, the water surface became turbulent, and ripples aroused from nowhere pushed him to the side of the stone throne. At the foot, Harry gritted his teeth and grabbed the steps and climbed up. The blood on his body slipped off the wizard's shirt without hindrance, only his body was sticky and smelly.Casting himself a Cleansing Charm, Harry's hand that cast it on himself trembled a little - even though he had now removed Occlumency, even though they were so close, Harry still couldn't feel Voldemort's breath.

"Do not……"

An inexplicable fear bit his heart, Harry didn't know how he stumbled up the stone stairs under the gaze of the two blood elders, "Voldemort—" He reached out his hand to touch the man's pale hand at the moment , cold and not at all popular: "No, no...you were calling me just now." Harry's emerald green eyes stared at the man's statue-like cheeks, as if expecting the other party to look at him like before. He smiled charmingly and told himself it was just a joke.

However no...

Harry felt cold.He turned around abruptly, and pointed his wand at the two blood clans on the opposite bank without hesitation: "What did you do to him?" He said in such a hateful voice for the first time, the tip of the holly wand shot out because of his furious emotion. Burst golden red sparks.

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet." Raven said gracefully, raising his hand, "It's just that the soul is suppressed." "Suppressed?" Harry repeated grimly, as if to carve out the two of them from the word. intention of.

"You are confused and anxious."

Raven showed a beautiful smile: "Why don't you take a look for yourself? It's right there..." Her white fingers lightly pointed to the pool of blood.

Harry didn't let his guard down, pointed his wand at them for a moment, moved slowly to the edge of the throne, glanced down from the corner of his eye, and couldn't look away—

The pool of blood calmed down at some point, and the blood was as smooth as a mirror. What was reflected in it was not the vaulted ceiling of this house, but a dark abyss. The jagged strange rocks cast a throne full of runes, as if A reflection appeared at his feet.

There are people there, or there used to be people.

In the reflection, the iron chain with the blood-like symbol on the empty throne drooped silently, making countless ripples when it touched the water.A bone-chilling chill rose from the bottom of Harry's heart, and he turned his head suddenly, facing a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar dark red eyes.

"Voldemort..."

The man on the throne wanted to raise his hand, but he paused, and looked down at the palm of his hand holding the wand in some surprise.Then he looked away calmly:

"Long time no see, old friend."

Harry's heart sank as he listened to the hoarse voice - it was definitely not Voldemort's voice.

"You are not him, who are you?"

He, or rather, had a familiar and unfamiliar smile on Harry's face: "If you want him to live, don't interrupt me, and don't point your wand at me. I don't like that, little boy .”

Harry clenched his wand tightly, his fingertips digging into his palm, and there was a sharp sting.

But it also kept him awake.

"My name can't tell you," it said, standing up from the throne, and walking slowly towards Harry, "but in a sense, you can call me..."

"—Cain, according to the stories made up by these old friends, I should be one of Cain."

It held out its hand, "I don't like to wait, little boy." Harry pursed his lips tightly, "Don't use that title!"

"Give me your hand," it said.

With a stern face, Harry slowly put his left hand on it—it was as cold as ice and snow. "Good boy." It said softly, leading him slowly down the stone stairs.

"Master, please accept our congratulations."

"It's nothing to be happy about. You are the ones who locked me up, and you are the ones who let me out." It reached the edge of the blood pool, but it still didn't stop. Harry wanted to back subconsciously, but it pulled him out forcefully. Shitai.

For a moment Harry thought he was going to fall into the pool of blood - even into the reflected abyss of the pool of blood... Harry tensed his muscles nervously, and was surprised to find that the pool of blood supported his body like a flat ground Feet - this is definitely the power of magic.He saw Raven and Clyde bowing respectfully, "Master, the traitor is still sleeping, and we are glad to wake up early."

"Grateful to be free, too—I think that's what you meant." Its tone was a little dull.

"I am willing to accept the punishment." Raven said obediently.

"Me too, Master." Clyde lowered his head even lower.

It looked at the huge pool of blood, and said with great interest: "You have spent a lot of thought on preparing this, it's not easy to find a body that can accommodate me." Harry listened to these conversations in silence, The renewed Occlumency hides all thoughts.

"You're amazing. This is what we should do," Raven said.

It let go of Harry's hand, and slowly stepped onto the shore: "This will make me think that you still welcome me—after defrauding the eternal life of darkness." A dazzling blood burst from under its feet, spreading rapidly After that, Harry's face changed, and he wanted to rush over, but was thrown out viciously by an invisible barrier.

"Oh, don't worry, little boy, I'm fine." It smiled, staring with interest at the extremely complicated blood-colored magic circle that resurfaced on the ground. "Let me see what you have drawn."

"Power, inverted triangle, unequal trade, and...my name."

The two blood elders, Raven and Clyde, have quickly occupied the positions of the two symbols at this moment, forming an upside-down triangle with it.It didn't stop it at all, but its tone was a little cold, "Your magic is still bestowed by me. Have I ever said that equivalent exchange is the most basic courtesy?"

He took a step forward, and the blood under his feet formed thorns and entangled him. "Be careful—" Harry almost blurted out.It paused, and raised its eyebrows irritably, "I'm fine, they can't trap me, shut up!"

Harry actually shut his mouth and stared at it with twinkling eyes, the "thing" that had taken possession of Voldemort seemed extremely concerned about his behavior, from leading him off the throne to now roughly placating him.A glimmer of hope rose in Harry's heart, is Voldemort's soul still there, or even not so completely suppressed?

Compared to Harry's excitement, Raven and Clyde were a little nervous.A menacing aura suddenly emanated from their bodies. Clyde raised his head and opened his mouth. There was no sound that could be heard, but he saw sharp sound waves in the air rushing towards the surrounding walls, and the stone turtles that made teeth sour. Amidst the crackling sound, the wall cracked a terrible gap, revealing the dark and pure iron underneath.

The suffocating magic power in the air bounced back quickly after touching these iron stones, pulling a strong airflow in the enclosed space, and rushing into the magic circle on the ground.The thorns that restrained it swelled ferociously, and clung to its shoulders like a poisonous snake, and the long needle like a bee tail aimed at the heart of this body.

"No! Stop—"

Harry's pupils shrank, and he raised his wand almost subconsciously: "—dispel the darkness!" The dazzling golden-red flame rushed into the magic circle like an arrow, and hit the long needle of thorns that was about to pierce.Immediately, an incomparably blazing flame suddenly lit up, spreading along the thorns to the ground in an instant. With a "Boom!", the entire magic circle covering the platform burned violently under the extreme flame!

"Damn it!" "What are you doing—!"

Raven's face changed drastically, "When we take away its power, everything will return to normal, how dare you—" "Of course I dare." Harry looked at her palely, the black magic in this enclosed space The breath made his magic power completely agitated, "You don't care about his life or death at all, but I do! I don't care what the hell you are going to do!"

"—Dare to touch a hair on him!"

Harry's emerald eyes, sparkling with anger, were startlingly beautiful.Now that he suspected that Voldemort's soul was still there, he certainly couldn't let these greedy vampires wantonly destroy the man's body.

The flames on the ground rose and rolled up with his anger, roaring silently.

A series of sparks slowly disappeared around it, but it didn't hurt the body at all.Even if there is a darkness that makes the flames more coveted - Harry controls them like a wild horse, sweating profusely.

And he was tugging at the only rein that was at stake.

It seems to have hesitated for a long time before slowly raising its eyebrows, and stretched out its hand in surprise and appreciation, "It's beautiful magic that comes from will." It took steps under its feet, and the symbols on the ground were burning with scorching flames, but it took the initiative in front of it. Get out of the way a lot.

Raven and Clyde had already retreated to the very edge, but the flames blocked their retreat, but the walls here were all sealed with pure iron, and the magic symbols originally used for teleportation had failed under the flames.The only exit is the blood pool.

The two blood clan elders looked at each other, their faces extremely ugly.

"It looks like your plan has failed." It raised its wand suddenly, and the shadows whipped them like a whip—it seemed to hurt, and Raven fell to the ground with a scream, she twisted and writhed in pain, and Clay De Ze was mercilessly thrown against the iron wall, and all the bones in his body made the sound of breaking teeth.

But even then he didn't die.The bright flame was burning in front of the iron wall, and it made him slide down slowly—— Clyde finally couldn't help but let out a distorted scream, his clothes, flesh and blood There was a chirping sound under the high temperature like molten iron, and the air in front of him was distorted and deformed by the flames on the ground.

"No—" "Clyde!"

Raven suddenly looked in Harry's direction and shouted loudly: "Put away your flames!" Seeing that the flames hadn't weakened in the slightest, she almost bit her lips, swallowing all her hatred, "Please... ...Please!" The voice was very weak at first, and then she shouted out in a breakdown.

"I can't..." Harry was pale, with veins throbbing on his forehead, and he almost squeezed out a sentence, "I can't control it—"

The dark atmosphere here is too strong, and the flames ignited by this extremely restless magic power can hardly be extinguished.

But Harry couldn't let go, desperately.