Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 527 Pain

It was 6 o'clock, on the third floor of the Burrow, in Harry's room.

Harry leaned against the head of the bed, motionless, like a dead body.

Because he had just truly accepted something - Voldemort's love for Bella, and then he imagined Voldemort forcibly digging her out of his soul.

So much so that the updated taskbar that appeared on Harry's retina did not attract his attention at all.

pain!
it hurts!

It hurts so much!
Endless pain entangled Harry.

For Voldemort, who himself could not feel love, the pain caused by the loss of love was nothing more than the source of his power.

But to Harry, it was incredibly profound and clear.

It was like a scar that had not yet scabbed over, but was being forcibly cut away with a thick and blunt iron spoon.

About ten minutes later, Harry came to his senses.

He drew his wand, flicked it, and a piece of parchment flew out from the pile of books.

Words emerged from the parchment paper, which had a light, soft caramel-yellow and bronze background.

"Hedwig." The snow-white owl Hedwig flew over upon hearing the voice and stretched out her right leg skillfully.

The parchment folded itself up and attached itself to Hedwig's right leg.

Harry touched Hedwig, and Hedwig gently bit Harry's finger to show her affection, then spread her wings and flew out of the window.

Bedfordshire, East England.

It was a deserted village square with an old war memorial in the middle and a few benches.

The clock on the church not far away seemed particularly blurry in the hot and distorted air, and its crooked hands pointed to the current time - 12:00.

Crack!

Two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly appeared in the scorching air.

The tall figure was a thin man with silvery white hair and beard that reached down to his waist.

He wore a pair of half-moon glasses on his hooked nose, and he was dressed in a black traveling cloak and a pointed hat.

The whole thing exudes a mysterious temperament, an obvious wizard temperament.

The slightly shorter figure next to him looks a bit like Frankenstein.

Under his long gray hair was scarred skin, his mouth was like a big crooked gash, and the bulge where his nose should be was gone.

Also missing was a leg, and in its place was a wooden leg that thumped on the ground.

The wooden leg was only a few inches long, and underneath was a claw-shaped foot.

But the most terrifying thing is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black and sparkling; the other eye was big, round like a coin, and a bright blue.

The blue eye kept moving without blinking, moving up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye - then, the blue eyeball rolled over and went into the man's head, and only a large white eyeball could be seen.

"Did you see that? Alastor?" the tall wizard turned and asked.

"Harry Potter never misses a thing, does he?" Frankenstein sighed after taking a sip of the liquid from the curved bottle he carried with him.

"Come with me, Albus." Frankenstein limped towards the war memorial.

Frankenstein walked and cursed, “I knew you asked me to come here just to make it easier to find the way.

With my magic eye, how can even Voldemort's secret hut escape my sight?"

He had now reached the monument.

He stretched out his scarred hand and groped behind the monument. His blue eyes moved up and down and left and right. "Got it! It's right here."

There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and a rusty chain was pulled out of the air by Frankenstein.

He shook his head, pushing his gray hair away from his face, his incomplete nose flaring slightly, "Not bad! The smell of dark magic. The rest is up to you, Albus."

The tall wizard laughed heartily, "Well, that's Tom's style - extremely cruel and stupid at the same time."

He stepped back from the monument and pointed his wand at the chains.

The chain broke, and a door suddenly appeared from thin air, hanging crookedly in the air.

"As expected of you, so clean and neat." Frankenstein took another sip of the liquid in the curved wine bottle.

As he spoke, he lifted his artificial leg and stepped into the air.

Surprisingly, there seemed to be an invisible staircase between the ground and the door.

Frankenstein limped up, followed closely by the tall wizard.

There was no key to the door.

It seemed to have its own intelligence. As soon as Frankenstein approached, a series of loud metal collision sounds and the rattling sound like a chain were automatically heard.

Then the door creaked open.

This is a luxurious house.

The thick dust on the carpet, the peeling wallpaper, and the rusty snake-shaped decorations could not hide this.

In the foyer, as they entered, the hollow lamps on both sides lit up automatically.

The two walked to the center of the hallway and looked around.

On the left is a narrow passage leading downwards.

On the right is a marble staircase that can be described as exquisite.

"Ahem! There's so much dust—" Frankenstein fanned his broken nose with his hand, "Albus, now you can probably tell me what Voldemort uses this room for."

The tall wizard didn't say anything. He waved his wand and the door frame behind him closed again.

There was an extremely lost look on his face.

"Looking for someone." He hesitated, "A lost companion."

He sighed and walked straight to the left.

It seemed that he had found today's destination just as he looked around.

Frankenstein also realized something. He put down the curved bottle and limped behind the tall wizard.

As they approached, a flickering white light automatically emanated from the ceiling of the passage.

At the end of the passage was a room with the door half open.

Although the two had not yet approached, under the illumination of the ceiling light, a skeleton in a gray wizard robe was lying on the ground.

The skeleton's hands and legs were bent backwards in an exaggerated manner.

Frankenstein suddenly seemed to lose his strength. He collapsed on the ground helplessly, and his scarred hands kept reaching towards the wall, trying to lean on it to stand up.

"Caradoc! It's him! It's him! Albus, it's him!

I remember that was the robe we bought together at Tuofan Clothing Store. He said that the Order of the Phoenix had just been established and we should dress in a more elegant way. Which lowly and dirty pig hurt him!
"

Frankenstein howled in pain.

Like the painful howl of a mother animal when she loses her cub.

He lay prostrate, his face pressed against the dusty ground, but he didn't care.

The tall wizard did not approach Frankenstein.

He also held onto the wall with his hands, and his blue eyes were also filled with sadness.

He thought he could remain calm.

He had long since accepted Caradoc's death.

I knew what I would see when I came here.

But why, he still feels so painful.

It’s so hot in Chongqing now, with a temperature of 40 degrees.

It almost made me get heatstroke.

I'll take a shower and then write the next chapter.