war and peace

A gray chaos, feeling as if he was floating in it; his feet couldn't touch the ground, they were so powerless that they had disappeared; the front was full of fog, he wanted to move forward and push them away, but his outstretched hand was also buried in it; There was a faint pain, and the nerves were twitching, so he lowered his head to check, but no wound could be seen anywhere.

The next moment, something soft seemed to be touched in his hand, and a silver rosemary branch flashed before his eyes.Then Voldemort realized that he was awake.What he caught was the edge of the silk quilt, which was stuffed with down; what he saw was the decoration on the ceiling, which was in the same style as the chamber of secrets.After the initial blankness passed, his mind quickly made a judgment on the current situation: it was impossible for the Order of the Phoenix to give their prisoners such preferential treatment, and the place was obviously wrong, so Harry really took him to the castle... he Subconsciously, he reached for his wand, but found nothing.

"You're awake." A pointed object touched his neck.Voldemort knew who it was just by the sound, and it was impossible to forget the familiar touch: it was his yew wand.Harry Potter was pointing his yew wand at him.The curtains were drawn, and there were no candles in the room, only the flame in the opposite fireplace was beating faintly.The light is projected on the wall through the pattern of the wrought iron fence by the hearth, and the light and shadow sway.With a pain in his heart and weakness all over his body, Voldemort simply closed his eyes, imagining the expression on his boy's face at this moment. "It was more than I expected," he said, his lips feeling dry as hell, and he wondered how many days he'd passed out. "Didn't Dumbledore teach you to cut grass and roots?"

"It's none of your business," Harry said calmly.He grabbed a water glass on the table, trying to stuff it into the opponent's hand, and then felt that this was a very difficult action for the injured person. "Open your mouth," he said reluctantly, and put his wand aside, freeing his hand to help the man halfway up.Although he had been doing the caring for the past few days, Voldemort was completely unconscious at that time.It must be mentioned that although Nagini was still aggrieved about this, there was nothing he could do about it-who made it necessary for someone to take care of Voldemort?

Voldemort allowed his movements.After relieving his thirst and lying down again, he asked the next question: "So, have you met Nagini? Where is she?"

"So you're worried too?" Harry didn't know why he blurted out a sarcastic remark.He had obviously done a good job of mental preparation before, so he had to be calm and rational so that he could find out the reasons for all these weird incidents.It was okay at first, but for some reason, seeing the man lying there powerlessly, he became very angry: "It's night now, and she went out to look for food."

Voldemort nodded, eyes still closed. "I thought there were kitchens in castles."

"Who do you think has been taking care of you?" Harry was even angrier. "Blood keeps flowing! Don't you want to live forever? What were you doing before? Think you didn't live long enough?" The voice was almost roaring at the end.

"It stops now." Voldemort used a declarative sentence.The Imperius Curse he cast was obviously to make the boy use the Death Curse, but in the end it turned out that there was no shadow. "Your Occlumency seems to have improved at a critical moment."

Harry was irritated by his calm tone.Why is he still concerned about whether Nagini has eaten and whether his Occlumency has improved at this time?He really wanted to say, if you want to die, I will help you, but thinking that it is likely to get an affirmative answer, he swallowed the words back. "Sleep!" When he fell asleep, at least he wouldn't say a few words to make him angry!Harry said angrily, "I'll call you during dinner." He wanted to talk about the wound, but with Voldemort's attitude, there was a high possibility that the discussion would not lead to any results.And the wand, he touched it as soon as he woke up, but he didn't say a word after finding it in his hand.

After the two entered the castle with a snake, Harry found the storage room inside with the help of Nagini, ground the extremely precious medicinal materials into powder and sprinkled the wound on the wound to stop the bleeding.If Snape knew, he would definitely scold him for being wasteful, but there was only one way to choose at the moment.As for the three meals, Nagini said that when she and Foddy lived here, they were all cooked by house-elves-she said the names of two house-elves, and Harry was not too surprised to find Kreacher in it.Doesn't this confirm another piece of his guess, the one who Kreacher said ordered Bellatrix was Voldemort?And as Kreacher's real owner, Harry can now call it over without any worries and prepare meals for them.

Voldemort didn't seem to want to understand Harry's feelings at all. "Are you sure an Avada Kedavra wouldn't be more convenient?" He continued to persuade Harry, "Why bother."

"Just give up on it!" Harry retorted immediately.He wanted to get up and call Kreacher, but Voldemort's words managed to keep him: "Although I can't cure Shenfeng Wuying... But it's not so easy to die! Can you tell me what you have been doing since last year?" ?” Although his Death Curse may not be very effective, it cannot be used on a person who wants to die quickly.

Voldemort opened his eyes this time. "Shooting doesn't work for me, boy." He even smiled.Harry's character has always been the same as in his impression, and he can guess what he is thinking even without using Dementor.

Harry stood angrily on the edge of the bed, holding two wands in his arms and saying nothing.He could still laugh at this time, and he suddenly understood the meaning of that sentence—"The last enemy to be eliminated is death."If a man is already fearless of death, then he is in a sense invincible-nothing or reason can threaten him to change his mind.Harry was completely helpless against such Voldemort.His mouth is as tight as a clam shell!

"Aren't you going back?" Voldemort looked at the light and shadow cast on the boy's face by the firelight, and his usually green eyes felt dark green now. "People in the Order of the Phoenix will be anxious."

"Do you want to say in your next sentence, handing you over together?" Harry said angrily.He literally flashed this sentence in his mind instantly, "You think I took all the effort to bring you out just to bring you back again?"

"You're doing something stupid." Voldemort shook his head. "You'll have to go back sooner or later... It's a serious crime to let the leader of the Death Eaters go, Harry."

"Killing is a huge achievement, huh?" Harry laughed back angrily, with a sarcastic tone. "Do you have the right to say that about me?" He couldn't help it anymore, "Is there anyone more stupid than you?" Knowing that there was a person who wanted to kill him, he tried every means to help him, and even ended up being the other person. I realized something was wrong, otherwise a death curse would pass... Harry was startled by his own imagination. "I warn you, just lie down on your bed and don't think about anything... I'll watch you!" To add to the credibility of the sentence, he added: "I have the wand in my hand!"

Voldemort looked at him, but said nothing.Still not working... Is his choice wrong, or the boy still doesn't believe him?Should he take the risk?No, the impact was too great, the result was too unstable, he couldn't drag the boy to die together, any accident should be avoided...

A week passed, and the situation remained the same, and the two fell into a stalemate.Harry still didn't know what Voldemort was thinking, but seeing his injury getting worse day by day, he became anxious.He once wanted to ask Voldemort if he could call Snape over, but he suddenly thought of something: Voldemort is undoubtedly the real Dark Lord, how can Snape's black magic be enough in front of him?If Voldemort wanted to cure himself, nothing would have happened.So it's still an old problem, an old problem that he can't solve.

During this period, Harry saw a faint figure on the island opposite the castle.Appears to be the Death Eaters who came here, but they can't get through.This relieved Harry a little.At least this place was absolutely safe, no Death Eaters could get in, especially the Order of the Phoenix.

For outside news, Hermione passed it on to him through DA's gold coins.Dumbledore said everything.Harry knew that he was Voldemort's last Horcrux, and that he had been branded to die from the day Voldemort chose him as his opponent.In contrast to Hermione's extreme concern, Harry was extremely calm when he heard the news, as if his lifelong power of shock had been exhausted.

"Don't come back," Hermione wrote on the gold coin. "Except for Dumbledore, I think everyone else is too shocked to accept this reality for a while--we have been through the same before. There are many people Wishing for his downfall, you are probably one of the targets now. Moreover, although they didn't tell me, I can sense that someone is watching me. Most likely they want to get information about your whereabouts through me..."

"Never mind," Harry replied, unimpressed that he might be wanted by both parties.He thought to himself that all he wanted now was to pry out the truth. "I'm just sorry, Hermione. I dragged you in..."

Hermione's reply was urgent and fast, and the handwriting was very scribbled. "Let's stop talking about that now... how's the situation over there? The Death Eaters don't seem to be aware that Voldemort is injured?"

Harry described life on their side.In the end, he comforted Hermione who was very worried: "We are safe here, no one will find us. Death Eaters..." He paused, "Probably want to come, but they are separated from the magic barrier."

"I don't think they're stable." Hermione's font became a little clearer, and it could be seen that the master returned to sanity after being anxious. "Though they tried to keep nothing from me, I heard a little bit. Doubts, wavering or something, it sounded like someone among the Death Eaters was already skeptical about what happened at Easter. Yeah, it seemed that that night was Someone told them to retreat, because the timing was just right before you shot the spell! And they didn't escape in a mess, but retreated in an orderly manner!"

Harry didn't even have to guess to know who had ordered them to retreat.Hermione apparently thought so too, because she started writing again: "This is not a good thing...Harry, is his injury still on?"

"No." Harry felt something heavy in his stomach just thinking about it. "I don't know how to counter-curse, and he won't do it. Also, the wand was always in my hand."

"That means, you still don't know why he did it, do you?" Harry looked at the typesetting, and seemed to hear Hermione's disappointed voice.Then the last row of letters flashed, "It's broken, someone is coming, let's talk about it next time!"

Harry stared at the letter e that had been dragged a lot because he was in a hurry, and held the gold coin tightly in his hand.Then he stood up and went back to his room.Even if it was a stalemate, he had to force that person to eat and recuperate, and be with Nagini.

Day by day, the weather is getting hotter.Harry could see from Hermione's shorter and shorter communication time and words that the external situation was getting more and more serious.Finally, one morning, Harry received her final message: "Lucius Malfoy was found by other Death Eaters pretending to be Voldemort. The war broke out again."

No wonder some people had doubts a long time ago, but only now did it explode.Really Voldemort doesn't know where it is, but the Dark Mark still exists, and the Death Eaters will of course think that the Order of the Phoenix did something wrong in the last battle.And Harry reckoned that Malfoy must have been told by Voldemort, otherwise he would never have dared to pretend to be their master with his guts.And as long as he said that, the Death Eaters would definitely turn their guns on the Order of the Phoenix - only their people were present for the final battle!

Harry was sitting on the low stool next to the bed at the time.Voldemort didn't see his gold coin, but he probably read something from Harry's face: "Something happened?"

Harry stood up abruptly. "I have to go," he said hastily, taking out the yew wand from his pocket and throwing it carelessly on the field. "I'll pay you back this, in case there are any problems when I'm not around." Then he turned and ran towards the door.But before reaching the door, he turned his head and shouted, "Show me the way!"

"Total Stone..." Voldemort wanted to stop him without a doubt, but he knew the trick as soon as he said it.Harry was tricking him into casting a spell with his own wand...the lights from the two wands met in the air, forming a single point of light.Harry pushed the spot of light closer to the opponent's wand in one go, and it expanded instantly, turning into a circular void.

The snowflakes around seem to have turned into cotton wool...

A silver stag with pointed antlers jumped out, and ran merrily around him...

The Scrimgeour-looking man was walking towards a crumbling house...

Then he saw something else.He had never seen these things before, but somehow they felt very familiar.

Someone was kneeling in front of him, the eyebrows and eyes under the white light looked a bit like Sirius...

A boy in a red-and-gold Quidditch robe was in front, and he sank...

A green light flashed, and the red-haired woman fell down...

Harry was still standing there holding his wand, but tears were streaming down his face unconsciously.Many people suddenly appeared around him, including members of the Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters, and everyone looked at him in amazement.He didn't care, and let them run down his face.

"Now, stop."