When the savior is no longer the savior

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It was nearly eleven o'clock when Snape returned to his office from the corridor.

He pushed open the door and saw that there was no one in the living room, so he walked to the bedroom with the door ajar.

The man he wanted to see was lying on the bed, already asleep.

Snape's footsteps became lighter, he sat down on the chair beside the bed, looked at the sleeping man, and reached out to brush the hair hanging from the other's eyelids.

The sleeping man moved uneasily, but did not wake up.

Snape withdrew his hand, he watched quietly for a while, then pulled up the quilt to cover the exposed hand.

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107. Heroes...

The second project of the Triwizard Tournament is long overdue.

That night, Harry stayed in the cellar, flipping through the note that Voldemort asked the students to send: "Let me go over and help arrange the venue...Professor, what do you think?"

"Refused," Snape said succinctly.

Harry hesitated for a moment, he actually wanted to go a little bit, but considering his own body, and looking into Snape's stern gaze, he compromised and said, "Okay, I see."

"At least until next year, Harry," Snape added, eyebrows relaxed.Like Harry, he is constantly compromising—maybe this is the true meaning of two people being together: understanding, adapting, compromising, and tolerant.

Harry remained silent, accepting the suggestion.He then asked, "Does the Order of the Phoenix have any ideas?"

Snape frowned slightly, but did not hide it: "That's right."

"Action around the start of the second item?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Yes," said Snape.

Harry was somewhat relieved that he hadn't concealed it like this - even if he couldn't participate, he at least understood and was not excluded.He stated: "I will stay at Hogwarts."

Snape glanced at Harry, took out a silver chain from the drawer and handed it to Harry: "Take it."

Somewhat bewilderedly, Harry took it, realizing it was a necklace with a silver symbol of Slytherin on it: "What's this?" A gift?But with magical fluctuations, it's like...

"Portkey." Snape revealed the answer.

Harry looked at Snape silently, accusingly, "Professor, you don't believe me?"

Snape snorted. "Precautions, Mr. Ravens, I sincerely hope you won't need it."

Harry died down, he decided to prove everything with facts: "Where is the Portkey?"

"Potter Manor," said Snape.

"What?" Harry was a little taken aback. He thought it was the End of the Spider or the Potions Office.

"It's safer and more convenient there." Snape didn't explain too much.

Harry was silent for a while, and he solemnly put the chain around his neck through his clothes, and promised, "I don't need to know this, Professor."

Snape's tense face softened a little, and he and Harry exchanged a shallow goodnight kiss before watching Harry walk out of the cellar.

The door closed softly.

Snape lowered his head, focusing again on his work.The soft light slanted onto his face, along the big aquiline nose, dividing this deep, serious and charming face into two sides.

One side is light, the other side is dark; one side is soft, and the other side is hard.

At this time, Snape, and Harry who was walking along the corridor to the lounge, did not expect that these words would become a prophecy.

Slytherin lounges are always hierarchical.

Passing the annoying old Sir on the canvas, as soon as Harry stepped into the lounge, he saw Crabbe and Goyle talking loudly around a senior, while everyone else around them looked indifferent .

Harry noticed that the surrounded person was the same person Draco taught in the corridor last time. He stood there for a while, and then walked over like that person.

"Bridges." Draco, who was sitting by the fireplace, suddenly said coldly.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, he took a serious look at the blushing seventh grader, and after matching the dusty picture in his memory, he turned to look at Draco again.

Draco played with his wand, looking nonchalant.

The voices in the living room began to fade, and hidden, interested eyes fell one after another where Harry and Draco were.

This is my first friend.Harry recalled.

The second time he stepped into Hogwarts, the first thing he held was the boy's hand.Even before Il.

why?

Because despite his arrogance and arrogance, he is not evil.

"His soul has not fallen to that degree."

but--

"Did you know they use the Killing Curse?"

--no answer.

He knew, he showed up.He couldn't refuse...perhaps, he wouldn't.

Draco?Malfoy.

His friend was a Malfoy.

"Draco." Harry said.But he didn't know what to say.Advise Draco to stay away from Voldemort?Necessary, but pointless.Because Lucius had already made his decision.Tell Draco he didn't really blame him?Well, he can, but what's the point?They couldn't continue their relationship...with Lucius having chosen Voldemort.

That's not good for anyone.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked finally.It was Bridges he was asking.

One of Draco's feet was raised, and he took a slow look at Bridges who was blocked: "What if I say no?"

"It's over then," said Harry quietly. "It's no point."

"'Then it's over'?" Draco repeated in a low voice, raising his voice sharply, "'doesn't make any sense'? - you think so? Always!?"

Harry's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he said, "Yes, I think so."

Draco started shaking, first his fingers, then his shoulders, and then his whole body.A thick red had already appeared on his pale face.He gritted his teeth and asked, "Harry Ravens, you tell me we're done because—I went with them once?"

"No," whispered Harry, "just because we took different paths."

He paused, then turned around and walked away. The last sound he heard seemed to be the sound of something heavy being kicked over.

Then, the solid wood door of the dormitory blocked all the sounds outside.

Hide in the silence at night.

The second event of the Triwizard Tournament officially began, at one o'clock in the afternoon, by the Black Lake in Hogwarts - exactly the same as the one he had participated in before.

Harry had reason to believe that Voldemort hadn't decided on these projects - otherwise they would have been much, much harder.

According to regulations, all the professors of Hogwarts must attend.

Snape obviously hated such activities. He buttoned up his shirt collar with a sullen face, tied his cloak again, and tidied up his wand before going out, but before leaving the cellar, he asked again: "Harry, are you going with me?" ?”

Harry lacked interest: "You can't see anything in the competition in the water. And I have participated in all of them."

"..." Snape frowned, "Wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Harry agreed very simply, he had nothing to do anyway.

"I'll go first." There was nothing left to say, and the time was almost up, Snape hid the last trace of worry in his heart, and walked towards the entrance of Hogwarts.

Harry stayed in the office and did his homework.He first wrote the homework of History of Magic, flipping through the book halfway until he felt like vomiting; then Potions class and Transfiguration class, and finally Harry took out Trelawney's Divination class homework, and was planning to finish it in one go. But found that the textbook could not be found.

Wait, I remember... Did you bring it here?Harry searched the sofa and coffee table suspiciously, but couldn't find them, so he had to leave the Potions classroom and go back to his dormitory to get the books.

The book was indeed left in the dormitory, on the table in the corner, with only a small corner exposed among a pile of books.

Harry pulled out the book, walked out of the room, and was about to go back to the Potions Office to wait for Snape, but found two people walking out of the lounge one after the other.

It was Draco and Bridges.

Harry subconsciously took a step back and turned the corner.

Bridges' breathless voice came:

"If you have the ability—if you have the ability—Malfoy, come with me, go to a place with me, do you dare?" He called in a sharp voice like a night owl.

Then came Draco's sullen voice, followed by a bang that sounded like some sort of attack spell - as Bridges gasped in pain, "What trick are you trying to do?"

Bridges always just asked: "Dare you come? I know you don't, I know you don't, Malfoy, coward, you always have been, always... you even replaced Ravens Revenge will have to wait until my father is crushed...you don't dare to take any risk..."

There was another bang, and Bridges' groan of pain came again.

Harry tightened his grip on the book and was about to go out when he heard Draco's voice.

He said in a cold and careless voice:

"Okay, you lead the way. I want to see what else you can play."

Then there was the sound of a chair being knocked open.

Harry walked out of the corner again and saw two people in the lounge going out one after another.He touched the portkey around his neck through his clothes, and without much hesitation, cast himself a disillusionment spell with his wand, and followed the two people who left first.

Bridges seemed to have no intention of taking Draco out of the castle.

He walked in the front with a bruised nose, walking through the long corridors of Hogwarts and the jumping stairs.

Draco seemed more and more impatient as the days passed, his wand began to threateningly pop sparks, and several times Sting Curses and Slashing Curses brushed Bridges' arms and calves. .

There was obvious resentment on Bridges' face, but he was silent - he had been too silent since Draco let him lead the way - and quickened his pace, leading Draco, and deftly following the two Behind Harry came to an abandoned utility room in Hogwarts.

The utility room was full of dust, and all kinds of old things, big and small, were crowded together. There were no windows on the walls, and a white candle that had burned to the end was stuck on the candlestick, and the flame was flickering. Cast a circle of light, so faint that it seemed to be extinguished in the next moment.

Bridges walked to the only clean cabinet in the back of the utility room, opened the cabinet door, turned around and gave Draco a sullen smile, turned around and got into the dark cabinet, and disappeared immediately.

Vanishing cabinet?Harry immediately remembered - Draco used this cabinet to bring Fenrir's Death Eaters into Hogwarts.He touched the portkey around his neck again, and began to feel that something was wrong.It started when he went back to the dormitory to find the book he forgot to bring...

But will Draco follow?Harry couldn't help thinking again.He felt that the other party would not take part in such meaningless adventures, and Slytherin is not a curious Gryffindor, they always prefer-well, mature and cold...

Draco slipped into the disappearing cabinet.

Calm down... huh?Harry was dumbfounded.Looking at the utility room where he was left alone, he had no choice but to follow in.Of course, just in case, he didn't forget to add an illusion spell and armor protection to himself.

Another exit of the Vanishing Cabinet is located in the forest.

When Harry quietly got out of the closet and stepped on the soft, damp grass that looked like it had just been soaked by rain, his first reaction was to confirm his location through the stretch of needle forest in front of him.

So when Bridges, who had been silent all this time, suddenly exploded and ruined Draco's face and hair with Sting Curse and Color Changing Curse, Harry couldn't stop him immediately.

And after that, when Harry's disarming spell hit Bridges, but failed to prevent Bridges from destroying the disappearing cabinet beside him, the ominous premonition in Harry's heart climbed to the peak.

And after that, when a group of masked Death Eaters ran out of the woods and attacked Draco who hadn't reacted with Bridges' screams and laughter...

Harry was sure things were terribly bad.

But he wasn't sure if it was for Draco, or for him.

"Wait, wait - what are you doing!? I'm Draco - Draco? Malfoy - my dad is Lucius, how dare you -" Draco dodged the first Curse, yelled vaguely at the Death Eaters.

But no one paid him any attention.

A series of spells of different colors came to Draco one after another, one was to remove your weapon, the other was to lock the legs, and most of the others were the favorites of the Death Eaters: Cruciatus and Avadassus. Life.

Draco was stunned, a cutting curse cut across his waist, a lot of blood gushed out quickly, dyeing a large piece of his robe red within a few breaths.

Draco fell limp to the ground.

Without any hesitation, Harry rushed forward to throw Draco down, and at the same time threw a series of curses at the death eaters who were rushing, and then without looking, he dragged Draco to the bombed and disappeared Hide behind the cabinet.

"Ha-Harry?" Draco's eyelids were swollen and high, and he could only use his eyes to see what was in front of him.

"We have to leave immediately." Harry said succinctly, and ventured out of the Vanishing Cabinet to throw several spells at the Death Eaters.

A Killing Curse flew past Harry's forehead.

Draco, who saw it clearly, broke out in a cold sweat, but Harry, who retracted his head, grabbed the necklace from his neck without shaking his hands, and while firmly grasping Draco's arm, activated the Portkey with magic power, but The next moment, the huge repulsive force from the place where Draco was in contact made Harry immediately stop the infusion of magic power.

Portkey broken.

After coming here, Harry's heart beat violently for the first time: "Can I go alone?" He murmured, the first Voldemort that came to mind, only he could use the principle of magic to arrange such a The constraints of the restricted Portkey—

So, it's against him?

Harry's fingernails dug into his palms, and he didn't even have to try to know that Apparition wouldn't work here - how could Voldemort have forgotten the Anti-Apparition Charm when he had the Portkey in mind?

It was Draco—Harry turned his head and looked at the panicked people beside him, not sure if Voldemort wanted to deal with Malfoy, after all, the Lucius family betrayed Voldemort at the last moment...

"I have a Portkey, but it can only be used by one person." Harry said in a low voice. Outside the disappearing cabinet, shrill shouts and laughter were mixed together, and they rushed from all directions to the two people behind the disappearing cabinet. Form an invisible prison.

"I, I have too..." Draco said tremblingly, and he took a ring from his pocket.

Harry's eyes lit up, but after seeing the ring clearly, he could only smile wryly.

That ring was gorgeous enough to fit Malfoy's aesthetic perfectly, but it was an imitation, and it was impossible for Malfoy to use an imitation.

Draco obviously realized that something was wrong, he tried his best to open his swollen eyelids, flipped through the ring in his hand suspiciously, and reluctantly penetrated into a ray of magic power...but there was no response.

Nothing happened.

Draco's face was pale, his fingers loosened, the ring slipped off, and fell soundlessly into the grass.

Harry took a deep breath, he didn't give Draco much time - because the Death Eaters outside didn't give him any time: "Listen to me, you—"

"Don't leave me!" Draco almost screamed, he grabbed Harry's arm tightly, his body trembling, and transparent liquid oozed from his swollen eyelids...

"They're going to kill me, they're going to kill me!" He opened his eyes wildly, tears streaming down his horribly swollen face, "Harry, don't leave me, please, don't Leave me—I don't know what happened! I don't know anything, everything—"

"There's no time!" Harry snapped, his nails digging tenaciously into his palm, he saw Draco in his eyes, but his thoughts flew thousands of miles away, he thought of Snape, he thought of James And Lily, even thought of their own children.

His whole body was shaking.Sorrow is like a tide, drowning him.

He realized that, from the start, he had no second choice.

The necklace left the fingers that suddenly lost strength and was stuffed into Draco's palm.

Harry calmed down, and he said in a calm, even soft voice, "Hold the tag, it will take you to Potter Manor."

"Then..." Draco opened his mouth.

Harry suddenly sternly said: "Get out now!" He pushed Draco hard, and after seeing Draco disappear as he expected, he clenched his wand tightly, and at the same time he cast the Disillusionment spell on himself, he greeted Draco behind disappearing cabinet.

But before he could even take a step, a spell hit him.

Harry's movements froze, his eyes wandered, and his thoughts began to drift away... He finally heard a sentence: "Harry, Harry, you're always like this..."

"It's amazing like this."

The forest didn't know when it was quiet.

Voldemort walked up to Harry, who was standing upright, and looked at him carefully. He raised his hand, stopped again, and ordered, "Put down the wand."

Harry's right hand released, and his wand fell into the grass.

Voldemort stared at Harry with deep eyes.

Harry bent his knees blankly.

"...MyLord." He said, then slowly lowered his head, prostrated himself on the ground, and kissed the dark green robe in front of him.

Very humble.

The author has something to say: It's too late... Five thousand words, well, at least it's not too little, cover your face.I will still work hard tomorrow before eleven o'clock.

I dare not say that I will keep the promise every time, but I have already made the promise, and I have been working hard to fulfill it... Thank you for your tolerance, and I will remember your encouragement =w=

And I admit I was abused.

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108. Light and Darkness...

February 1996, 2 will be a day remembered by history.

At 13:00, Hogwarts held the second project of the Triwizard Tournament.

15:30, Lucius?Malfoy receives the Ministry of Magic Investigative Prohibited Objects Commissioner.

At 15:46, three Hogwarts students left Hogwarts through the disappearing cabinet.

16:03, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Tom?Riddle left early.

16:05, Draco?Malfoy appears at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow.

16:08, Lucius?Malfoy was escorted to the Ministry of Magic by Ministry of Magic officials.

16:10, Potions Professor Severus?Snape shows up at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow.

16:15, Harry?Together with Riddle, Potter came to Gaunt's old house.

It is now 16:20 in the afternoon, and 15 minutes ago, James, who was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper on the sofa, was startled by the sudden explosion sound that was different from Apparition.Then, looking away from the newspaper, he was shocked again when a Hogwarts student in Slytherin robes with a head swollen like a pig's head appeared in his home out of thin air.

He pulled out his wand subconsciously, but somehow he remembered that he had agreed to Snape to be a portkey for Harry to use when he was in danger—Harry?

James' heart trembled: "Ha, Harry!?"

"No, I..." Draco, who appeared in Godric's Hollow, hadn't finished his sentence when Lily, who also heard the voice, came out of the kitchen.

She looked at the person who appeared in her home in surprise, frowned for a while and asked, "Who are you?"

Such a certain question made Draco breathe a sigh of relief, and he settled down: "Draco—Draco? Malfoy."

The Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts was coming to the most exciting end, but Snape's attention on the teachers' bench was no longer here.

Snape couldn't tell what he was worried about.Perhaps it was Riddle's departure?Maybe he hadn't seen Harry all along?

But only one afternoon... my nerves are too tight.Snape shook his head slightly, his eyes glanced indifferently over the rippling black lake.

There was nothing wrong with Harry not giving up on Voldemort, but he also didn't take his commitment lightly.I should trust him.Snape thought again.He'll wait for me to go back - he'll wait for me to go back.

This thought refreshed Snape, and he cast his eyes on the Black Lake again, casually watching the students of the three colleges drag the treasure out of the Black Lake one after another... Then he saw James?Porter.

A person who shouldn't be in this place at this time.

Although the old Gaunt house in Little Hangleton has been completely new, the thick hangings hanging on the wall and almost never opened, the cool tones similar to Slytherin style, and the empty, unique features that have not been lived in all the year round The coldness and silence made this luxurious house look stale and desolate.

This smell is not pleasing, even for the owner who personally arranged the place, Voldemort.

In a study with full-length windows the size of half a wall, Voldemort sat in a high-backed chair, holding a holly wand in his hand which, half an hour earlier, had belonged to his sworn enemy.

his sworn enemy.

Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry standing in front of him.

No candles were lit in the study room, but the curtains were pulled open, and the frosty moonlight shone in through the cleanly wiped windows, as if casting a layer of soft radiance on the figure standing by the window.But it also made those emerald green eyes even darker and duller, making the savior standing there motionless look like a human doll.

Voldemort felt a little displeased.He ordered the man at the window to come.

The man by the window came obediently to Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at the other party wantonly: Compared with his memory, this "savior" who had been against him all the time looked much softer.The black hair is no longer messy, the lines of the cheeks are not so sharp, and most importantly, he no longer looks at him with a murderous look—well, well, only today.

So thought Voldemort, and with a graceful swipe of his wand—literally, a gesture—he undid the spell Harry had cast upon him to conceal his true figure.

The magic is gone.

Harry didn't move.

Voldemort's eyes wandered on Harry, and he found that the person standing in front of him looked not much different from before—maybe it was because the child was still young?This speculation bored Voldemort.His hands were clasped again, his eyes returned to Harry's face... and then he asked, "You love Snape?"

Dark Lord enjoying the shadows remember, Severus?Snape, his Potions master, his Order of the Phoenix spies, died at the end of the poison of his pet snake—of course, of course, at the end, his sworn enemy, the savior of the wizarding world, told him that his spies He had betrayed him a long time ago, he had joined the Order of the Phoenix, and was willing to take huge risks to return to the side of the most terrifying person who couldn't be called by his name directly, and act as a double agent for the Order of the Phoenix, just because of a mudblood woman.

"She's your mother," murmured Voldemort, "how interesting."

Harry stood quietly with his eyes downcast.

Voldemort said again: "Are you sure he loves you?"

"Yes." Harry replied flatly.

Voldemort laughed, and said softly, "No, no, he didn't love you, Harry—just as you didn't love him."

The thoughts that were all in control jumped violently.

This made Voldemort feel a little interesting.

"...I love him," said Harry, his eyes seeming to brighten, "he loves me..."

Voldemort tightened his grip: "No, it's not him you love."

The mind under control is struggling violently:

"No, I-"

"It's not him you love," repeated Voldemort grimly, suppressing the overwhelmed resistance of his intruding mind.

The jump of thinking became more and more violent, but as time passed, it finally stopped slowly.

But it's not over, it's not completely over yet... Voldemort smiled slightly as he looked at the eyes that had a little light in front of him.

He had an idea.

An interesting idea.

The Imperius Curse can leave a certain level of hints in people's minds, coupled with the improved and diluted love potion, it is completely possible for people to fall in love with someone—anyone without knowing it.

But who should we choose?

Peter Pettigrew?That disgustingly cowardly rat?Voldemort frowned and crossed out the name.

Bellatrix?As the craziest pure-blood nobleman, if Harry really falls in love with her, he can foresee a wonderful future... But the most likely thing is that Bella greeted the savior with Avada before expressing his love. ?Voldemort crossed out another name.

Lucius?Oh, a slippery Malfoy, that's a good choice, assuming he's not locked up in Azkaban, of course.Voldemort thought with a sneer.

Or simply kill him?

Just today, right now, right now, kill his all-time sworn enemy... and that would be the end of everything.

With a flash in Voldemort's eyes, he raised the wand in his hand and pointed at Harry's heart. The next moment, a green light flashed on the tip of the wand——

Harry remained motionless.

Voldemort slowly withdrew his wand.

"It's not that simple." He said to himself, "If he thinks he can safely fall into the arms of death now, he's making a big mistake..."

He said to Harry again, "Come here."

Harry knelt down on one knee, and he lifted his head, and the resignation on his face gave Voldemort a certain satisfaction.

"Good boy," said Voldemort.His voice softened and became bewitching, "Listen, it's not Snape you love, it's—"

He paused, distracted for a moment, and it was at this moment that the silent sniper struck Voldemort's palm.

Unprepared for being attacked at close range, the wand in Voldemort's hand slipped. At this moment, Harry, who was half kneeling on the ground, rushed towards him without hesitation, and used Muggle violence to snatch his wand back. !

In a blink of an eye, Voldemort came to his senses and let out an angry roar from his soul: "Harry Potter!"

A series of Stunning Spells hit Voldemort, causing Voldemort to slam into the bookshelf!

Without stopping for a moment, Harry then shattered the glass on the floor-to-ceiling windows with shattering, and jumped directly from the third floor amidst the splashing glass.

The green light represented by Avada Kedavra brushed Harry's shoulder, the green light was so close to Harry, so close that even in the rapid fall, Harry could feel it without hindrance The eerie and coldness that represents death...

Almost instantly, the hand holding the wand was covered with a layer of cold sweat, cold and sticky, like an unflattering glove, or some superfluous shell that had been hardened on the palm.Harry heard the beating of his own heart, right next to his eardrums, beating "thud-thump-thump", "thump-thump-thump"--and the sound of the wind, blowing on his face, on his hands, every beat, They all have the coldness of a blade.

The garden hedges were closing in on him in the blink of an eye.

Not yet... Harry told himself, not yet to be afraid, not yet time to be afraid...

Pointing his wand at himself, he stared unblinkingly at the ground that would appear in front of him in the next moment, and he heard Voldemort's growl behind him, so close to his ear—

He finally did it.At the last moment, the Levitation Charm and the Armor Charm were injected into his body in no particular order. Harry fell to the ground, put his left hand on the ground, and rolled into the hedge beside him.

Voldemort also appears in the garden.The anger of being played made his face seriously distorted, and he roared: "Come out! Harry Potter, get out immediately!" Several killing curses were shot towards the place where Harry hid just now, but nothing but a tremor in the hedge Outside, there is no other role.

This made Voldemort regain some sanity. He cautiously observed his surroundings, and slowly backed away: "Potter, come out, this place is covered with a large area of ​​anti-apparition spell, there is no way for you to leave." He said coldly, "Unless you have a Portkey—ah, I forgot, you do have it, you just gave it to Malfoy, don't you? But you probably don't know, Malfoy, like Malfoy, is very— Very - good at treachery, how many times have you saved little Malfoy? I can't count it, but you can - but he still took someone to find you, didn't he? After I told him he could use the Killing Curse Time...but you saved him again. Again. Was it worth it, Harry?" Voldemort said softly, "For someone who abandoned you without hesitation?"

There was only the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

Suddenly Voldemort shot the Killing Curse behind him, but as before, it did nothing but make the hedge tremble.

Voldemort's expression became gloomy: "Harry, I really didn't think—yes, the Dark Lord didn't think—that you weren't under my Imperius Curse from the beginning, did you? But you pretended to be under my control, and you told me I knelt down and kissed my robe feet... for this moment? Hmm? To play hide-and-seek with me at this moment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a spell shot out from the tall trees on the left and hit Voldemort on the shoulder.

It's a curse!

Voldemort turned abruptly, throwing more than a dozen Killing Curses in that direction.

But it was no use, still no use—he hadn't found anyone, he still hadn't found anyone!

Voldemort's face turned livid, and his hand holding the wand was so strong that it almost broke his wand: "Harry, Harry, I have to admit that you are more powerful than I imagined, much more powerful...but Why don't you use the Death Curse? As long as you change the curse to the Death Curse just now, everything will be over? Let me think, is it because you still retain that ridiculous sense of justice? So you can't use Unforgivable Curse? Or you don't have enough courage and ability to fully master the Unforgivable Curse? No, no, neither, Harry..." Voldemort's voice suddenly became hoarse and hissed. In Parseltongue, "You are worried about the child in your body, you already feel it, after you have resisted my Imperius Curse for a long time, after your magic power has been continuously used and diminished, that little life is becoming uneasy Divide..."

"You're already feeling sick, aren't you?" said Voldemort, "and you know very well that if you use some more powerful and unusual spells, there won't be enough magic power for the little life in your belly to grow safely." Now... Harry, you can't kill me." Voldemort's voice became contemptuous and full of sarcasm again, "but now, you can choose to leave before I find you, save your child - or Use your child as a sacrifice, and try to see if it can hurt me."

"Harry, what is your choice?" Voldemort asked, using his wand, he pointed to every place in the garden where everyone could hide, and then suddenly opened the gate in the garden, "I can predict that you will choose What," he hissed and sneered, "the savior of the wizarding world, Dumbledore's golden boy, justice all his life, justice all his life, you can't stand a little bit of darkness, you can dedicate your life to justice at any time, without hesitation - but what about your child What about your child, Harry? Hell, he can't even enjoy your original treatment: foster care with relatives, ostracized, ignored, but there is still a future anyway, and a future with infinite possibilities... Voldemort silently shot a few small charms into the places where people could hide in the garden, and he had already ruled out half of the places. "And you? Harry? Your mother sacrificed herself to protect you, but you have to A remote possibility of sacrificing your child? A heart of stone, Harry," said Voldemort softly, "you are a heart of stone, you say you love Snape