war and peace

Harry, Ron and Hermione haven't been back to 12 Grimmauld Place since they left the Ministry of Magic.While Kreacher was out, the three had an in-depth discussion about the behavior of house-elves.In the end, they felt that although the person seemed to be harmless, he had no clue after all, and the feeling of being watched all the time was really bad.The best chance is to wait for Kreacher to capture Mundungus back, first set out the whereabouts of the locket, and then leave in a legitimate way when he goes out to search.

In the end they succeeded, Voldemort's manpower in the Ministry of Magic was far from enough.Harry had heard it on the way to Umbridge's office, and the two Death Eaters he remembered more from the Ministry of Magic - Nott and Yaxley - were not there.Perhaps he had chosen the day so well that Voldemort had called them to work.Except that when they were about to leave they ran into a woman who happened to be coming out of the Half-Blood Witch Inquisition Court and her husband who woke up from the Stunning Spell and rushed into the Ministry of Magic (Ron happened to be the Ministry employee pretending to be him), Apart from causing a messy commotion, everything else can be counted as expected.

The trio apparated under the cloak immediately after flushing from the toilet.This time, Hermione was still in charge of the transfer, because she was very familiar with the wizarding world and the Muggle world.Because it was a premeditated transfer, she also prepared enough food and other necessities for the three of them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all excited about the success, and had heard a little bit about the others along the way.But as time goes by, this emotion gradually fades until it disappears.

Most notably Ron, who was beginning to grow cranky, as if absorbed by the gray, damp, cold weather.Because the days are gradually entering winter, there will be a few freezing rains from time to time, and there will be less and less food.When Ron couldn't eat a hot meal, he would be in a particularly bad mood, and it was like a firecracker, which exploded at one point.

In fact, there is another reason, which is the locket Horcrux, and the three of Harry took turns wearing it.Because they found that the locket seems to be able to control the thinking of the person closest to it, causing him or her to unconsciously carry inexplicable negative emotions.

On the eve of Halloween, Ron completely broke out.He said that he thought Harry had a complete plan, knew what to do step by step, and where to find it, instead of hiding in the remote mountains and forests of the whole of Great Britain like a headless chicken, eating hot pumpkin pie before others Starve and freeze while roasting a turkey.Harry is also angry, not to mention that Dumbledore left him with limited clues, he still has to rack his brains every day to figure out where the other Horcruxes are hiding, and now he has to deal with what he seems to be a totally groundless accusation A good friend - in the end, Ron tore off the locket and left angrily, and Hermione ran out of the tent crying and begging him but failed to keep him.

Harry was on night duty that night.Sitting outside the tent, he heard low, low sobbing from inside, and guessed that Hermione must have wrapped her up in a sleeping bag.He couldn't help blaming himself for arguing with Ron knowing he was wearing the locket; and then he started resenting Dumbledore, couldn't the headmaster make his point a little more clearly?Harry, who was tossing and turning these thoughts all night, completely forgot that there was still a problem waiting for him to solve.

In the early morning of the next day, in order to prevent being found by patrolling Death Eaters, they routinely moved their location.Harry noticed that Hermione's brown eyes were swollen with purple shadows, and couldn't help but feel terribly sorry for her.He didn't know anything, and Hermione had to sleep in the wild with him.But he didn't say it, but packed the tent silently.

When everything was ready, it was overcast and there was no telling the time had passed, but Hermione had closed and opened her beaded pouch three times.She still seemed to harbor the hope that if she procrastinated a little longer, maybe Ron would be back for her and Harry any minute.Harry looked at her in silence, without urging.But there was no other movement except the sound of the wind hitting the branches.In the end, Hermione herself despaired, and took Harry's hand to apparate.

The new place was a hillside overgrown with heather and howling with strong winds.The two of them had just taken a step forward when they suddenly heard a muffled groan from behind. "Ron!" Hermione was refreshed instantly, and immediately turned and ran towards the low bushes that made the sound.Harry followed closely behind her, gleefully thinking his friend must have figured it out.

There was indeed a man in the bush.He looked tall and thin, wearing a hooded black robe, and was convulsing on the ground, his face pale with pain.He subconsciously grasped something in the air with both hands, as if his neck was tightened by an invisible rope.Even in this state, it can still be seen from the contours of his face that he must be a very handsome man.But there was no doubt that this man was not Ron.

Both Harry and Hermione froze in surprise.In the barren and remote wilderness, how could there be a wizard who looked like he was about to be strangled to death?

"Harry." Hermione finally recovered.She whispered, pulling him back, "Are we being followed? Otherwise, it shouldn't be such a coincidence, as soon as we landed on the front foot, he appeared on the back foot?"

Harry ignored her.His eyes were fixed on the man's face, as if he had seen it somewhere before... "You forgot, Hermione," he took a step forward instead to get a better view, "Apparition is Impossible to be followed, unless that person happened to catch you just a moment ago. Didn't you tell me that?"

Hermione looked as if she'd just been hit in the head. "Well, it looks like I was too nervous," she said reluctantly, and followed Harry closer to the undergrowth, her hands still clinging to him. "who is he?"

"I don't know." Harry drew out his holly wand and bent down cautiously.As he did this, the man in the bush stopped struggling and became motionless. "He seems to have passed out?"

Hermione poked her head beside him, her voice was not very sure: "Really?" She also held a wand in her hand, "Are you sure it's not a trap or something?" At a moment like this, of course they need to keep a close eye on all unknown characters. alert.

The man didn't move for several seconds.Harry was bolder again, pointed his wand at him, and cast a hovering charm.The man floated out of the bushes, the hood slipped off completely, and now they could see him completely.This person was wearing a black robe, and the cloth fell vertically in the air, looking very luxurious.Although his face was no longer distorted, it was frighteningly white, bloodless, and there were red fingerprints of different shades on his neck.But it has to be said that this still does not detract from his handsome appearance.

Harry now knew why he found this man familiar: he looked a bit like the face he'd seen back in July - Voldemort.In that chase, only he and Hagrid among the members of the Order of the Phoenix saw the restored Voldemort with their own eyes.So after Harry told Hermione his conclusion, the latter almost screamed: "Harry! You think they look alike and you have to come here!"

"It's just a resemblance." Although Harry also thought it was a bit weird, what was even weirder at the moment was the scar on the man's neck.He looked closer, his nose almost touching the skin of the other's neck. "It looks like it was pinched out by someone, but there is no one else around here?" He turned his head, saw Hermione still looking terrified, and couldn't help laughing: "He must not be Voldemort. Think about it, who can tell?" Made Voldemort look like this? And let me get close so easily, huh?"

"That's right." Hermione finally calmed down.She glanced at the person still floating in mid-air again, and swallowed. "Then what should he do? Like this, he probably won't be able to wake up for a while, right?"

"Take him back," Harry said without thinking.For some reason, he always felt that this person was harmless.

Hermione was taken aback again. "Harry, you're kidding! What if he wakes up and reveals our whereabouts?"

"That can't throw him here. You saw that too," Harry pointed to the red bruises. "If his enemy finds this place and he is still unconscious, let him lie there to die?"

Hermione choked. "But we don't know him..." She still felt that something was wrong, and she and Harry stared at each other for a long time.

"Okay," Harry made the final concession, "as long as he doesn't recognize me? It's impossible for anyone to see someone in the wild and take him for Harry Potter." He Lifting his forehead hair, revealing the iconic lightning-shaped scar, "Cover it up in any way, come on, Hermione."

When Voldemort opened his eyes, it was the gray tent top.He remembered that he had been following Harry - he had put a Tracking Charm on that Snitch, so long as Harry had it with him, he wouldn't lose it no matter what, which was much more accurate than putting a Tracking Charm on his name - —and then exposed during a recent transfer, when a sudden sense of suffocation hit him.Before he passed out, he seemed to see two scenes at the same time: on one side was Harry wearing glasses approaching him cautiously, and on the other side was his extremely distorted face when he was young.

So he was stunned by himself?Voldemort touched his neck subconsciously.To be precise, the young self should pinch Harry, and the background seems to be the stone carvings and torches in the secret room... That is to say, the situation on Harry's side is the fifth grade self?It doesn't look like it's doing well... But according to the extent of his injuries, it's probably luck that he didn't kill him in the end, and Harry probably succeeded a little bit.From Harry's first grade, he knew that the injuries on the two people affected both sides. The difference was only the focus of the direct injury and the lesser one affected.

Let's talk about this side.Ron had already left, and he was looking for an opportunity to get close to Harry and the others, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come to his door.Not in the way he expected, but not too bad...

"Are you awake?" While Voldemort was thinking, a voice sounded from the side, it was Harry.There were only two shifts now, and Harry insisted that Hermione keep watch during the day and keep his night watch. "How do you feel? We found you fainted in the wild, so we brought you back. I used some white essence on the wound, and it looks much better now." Harry squatted beside him and looked at him, with a somewhat reassuring tone.

"Very well, thank you." Voldemort opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was burning with pain and his voice had changed. "Mar-Roald. Are you...?" Fortunately, he had already prepared for it, and he kept his transformed appearance when he followed Harry.The yew wand was also put away, and he got the unsold dragon palm wand from Ollivander.

Harry could clearly hear his discomfort and hastily brought him a glass of water. "Here. I'm Dean Abbott." He spelled the names of two of his Hogwarts classmates together, which he was never good at.

"Thank you," said Voldemort again.He could make anyone like him if he wanted to, without seeing that he was actually Voldemort.He reached for the cup and felt a burst of warmth as their fingers brushed against each other.Because the process was short and fast, Harry didn't notice it.Of course it was also possible that Harry's attention was on something else.

In fact, Harry and Hermione have lived in isolation for a long time.Public opinion has been controlled by Death Eaters, and official reports and news cannot be read at all.He didn't want to contact the Order of the Phoenix, but he was eager to know some news about Hogwarts, his friends, and preferably some news about Ginny.This man who called himself Roald was the first outsider they had seen in the past few months. He looked gentle and polite, with a clear mind, and he didn't look like a Death Eater. Maybe they could try to inquire?Harry thought uncertainly.

It's worth mentioning that at this time Harry's Occlumency was extremely poor - it should be said that he had basically never succeeded, even once.Voldemort knew what he was thinking just by looking at his flickering eyes, and his mood couldn't be worse in an instant.While Harry felt it was obviously inappropriate to ask someone for the first time who his enemy was, Voldemort would have preferred him to ask.At this moment, he immediately changed his previous idea of ​​taking it slowly.Voldemort drank the water slowly (he can't think about his throat problem at all now, and the unexpected good opportunity must be used), and then said in a hesitant tone: "Can I ask, what happened to me ?"

Harry was taking his empty glass, and was startled when he heard this: "I still want to ask you!" He looked at the bewildered eyes of the handsome young man, and immediately had a bad feeling: "You Can't remember? Could it be the sequelae of the injury?" He was so anxious that he reached out to touch the other person's forehead.

Hot, very hot.But it's not that the temperature is high, it's a feeling that can be transmitted to the limbs, it's very hot.And it's not just the other person's forehead, he also feels that way himself.There was a scorching temperature coming from where they were touching, and Harry withdrew his hand instantly.He stared at Voldemort, then down at his fingers, "What's going on here?"