novelraw Chapter 112: Failure, Part 2
Chapter 112: Failure, Part 2
The moment Harry raised the pistol, Harry already knew he was making a mistake, his forebrain[1] sensed it, and tried to stop his hand, but somehow, this terrible sense of certainty didn't reach him in time hand, too late to prevent him from pulling the trigger——
The sound of gunfire echoing in the cemetery gradually faded away.
A split second before Harry pulled the trigger, Voldemort thrust his wand down sharply, and a broad earthen wall rose from the graveyard ground between them, stopping all three bullets.
The next moment there was a sharp pain in Harry's scar, and a tingling sensation passed over his skin; then Harry's pocket, clothes, pistol, everything but his wand disappeared, and he was naked except for the The wand in his right hand and the glasses that he had charmed and glued to his nose.The steel ring on the little finger of his left hand was severely peeled off, scratching the skin, and taking away the deformed gemstone.
"This," said Voldemort's voice from behind the earthen wall, "is quite expected. Do you really think that if my immortality is broken, I will cry out to you? Really, child? Hang down your wand." , you are not allowed to lift it up again at any time, otherwise you will die on the spot."
Harry swallowed, and pointed his wand at the ground. "You'll be disappointed in me," said Harry, his own voice now unnaturally high, "I mean, if I let this chance pass." No time to think, Harry's mouth was working on its own, Trying to appease this big demon king who may have father-like feelings for him and was assassinated by him just now.
Voldemort emerged from behind the earthen wall, a ghastly smile that showed slightly more teeth. "I promised I wouldn't do it or use magic on you as long as you didn't do it to me, boy."
"I used bullets," said Harry, his voice still high. "No fists, no spells."
"My curse doesn't think so. That's a clue you've missed. Do you really think I'm going to hand over the peace between you and me to mere fate? Before I created you, I made you A curse was activated on Tom Riddle, who would stay. The curse forcibly prevented us from endangering each other's immortality, provided the other had no intention of doing it. In that outrageous failure, the curse finally seemed to bind me, but it didn't Work on that baby who's lost so much of himself." A low, deadly sneer. "[Snake] But you just tried to end my real life, silly boy. Now the curse is lifted, and now I can kill you whenever I want. [Snake Bi]"
"I see," Harry said.He did get it; that's why Voldemort had told him about the Horcrux system in the first place, just for the very moment Harry would deliberately try to destroy his immortality.Harry's mind frantically flicked through the options, none of which seemed helpful.His pockets, his clothes, Harry could see by the moonlight, were all piled up on the other side of the altar, out of reach. "Now you're going to kill me?" Harry still had his wand in hand, presumably because the Dark Lord couldn't use his own magic on his wand, and his glasses, because their magic couldn't reciprocate touch.Preemptively casting a spell?No, Voldemort's wand just needs to poke down to raise another shield, and then cast a spell to shoot me-what else?what else?
"Still stupid. If we have nothing to do with each other, I will have killed you." With a wave of his wand, the earthen wall collapsed in response, and Voldemort walked steadily towards the pile of items on the other side of the altar.The Dark Lord held out his hand, and Roger Bacon's diary flew towards him. "[Snake] This is indeed the little girl's horcrux, my advanced version. [Snake Bi]" A roll of parchment appeared in his other hand, "[Snake] This is the ritual of resurrecting her, if it must be repeated Do it. The how-to guide is real and there are no traps. Remember, the little girl's soul cannot wander around like a ghost, and the resurrection stone is my horcrux, not hers. Don't lose her horcrux, or her soul may will be trapped in it. [Snake Bi]" Voldemort reached down, picked up Harry's pocket, and put the parchment and diary in it. "[Snake] keep this in mind in case something goes wrong in the next step. [Snake Bi]"
"I don't know what the hell is going on now," said Harry.He had nothing else to say. "please explain."
The Dark Lord was looking at Harry now with a bleak look. "[Snake] I was with the school's prophet when the little girl died and heard a prophecy that you would become a colossal and destructive force. You would become beyond imagination, scarier than the end of the world Threat. That's why I spent so much effort to restore the girl I killed, and have kept recovering. [Snake Bi]"
"You," what "Are you sure?" What the hell.
"[Snake] dare not tell you too much detail. The prophecy I heard before led me to fulfill it myself. I haven't forgotten the disaster. [Snake Bi]" Voldemort stepped back from Harry, narrow red eyes Focusing on the Boy Who Lived, holding the gun steadily in his left hand. "[The snake] all this, all this I do, is to destroy this fate at every disturbable point. If by any providence the next move fails, foolish son of doom, you must kill yourself Save the little girl. Otherwise everything you claim to be precious will be destroyed by your own hands. [Snake Bi]”
"I," Harry said, raising his voice an octave, "I," again, "I really, really wouldn't do something like that, seriously!"
"[Snake] be quiet, fool. Keep quiet unless I tell you to talk. Keep your wand down and don't raise it unless I tell you to. Or you'll die instantly, remember I said it in Parseltongue .[Snake Bi]" Voldemort reached into the altar again.
For a split second, Harry's mind couldn't make out what he was seeing, and then he saw Voldemort holding a human arm, severed near the shoulder; the arm looked too emaciated.
The Dark Lord pressed his wand to the elbow of the amputated arm, and the fingers of the amputated arm twitched as if they were alive; in the dim moonlight Harry saw a darker mark emerge on the skin On, just above the elbow.
A few seconds later, the first hooded figure appeared in the graveyard with the popping sound of Apparition.After a while there was another pop, and then another.
The hooded figures wore silver skull masks, and Moonlight escaped from the robes beneath them.
"Master!" one of the men in black yelled, the third to arrive.The voice came from under the silver skull mask, and it had a strange timbre. "Master—it's been too long—we've lost hope—"
"Quiet!" the Dark Lord Voldemort shouted loudly.All trace of Professor Quirrell had now completely disappeared from the towering figure. "Wand on the Boy Who Lived, and keep an eye on him! Don't get distracted, nothing! If he moves, or starts talking, stun him immediately!"
More poof.In the tombs, behind the trees, in all the dark spaces, more men in black robes apparated, all with hoods and masks.There were some whoops of joy, many of which sounded forced; others stepped forward, as if to greet their masters.Voldemort gave the same instructions to all: some were ordered to use Cruciatus on Harry Potter whenever he moved; Some were told to cast jinxes and curses; others were told to undo his magic.
It seems that no masked man in black robe has arrived again.Harry counted 37 pops.
All of them pointed their wands at Harry now, forming a half circle in front of him, aiming at him so they wouldn't get hit by each other's spells.
Harry's wand continued to hang down because he was told that if he tried to raise it he would die.He kept quiet because he was told that if he tried to speak he would die.He tried not to shiver in the falling temperature of the night, he was still naked and the weather was getting colder.
You know, said the last voice inside Harry, it was the voice of hope, and I think it's pretty bad even by my standards.
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[1]前脑：通常意义上的大脑，人脑最大的区域，与负责动作平衡的小脑相对。详见：//zh.wikipedia/wiki/%E5%89%8D%E8%84%91