After the argument at the victory feast, he began to question Harry's loyalty and investigated the missions Harry had executed in the past.

He discovered that this boy had betrayed him a long time ago! He pretended to be innocent and harmless, but he had been disobeying his orders all along! Harry even secretly released the people he was supposed to kill. What did this boy want to do? Cultivate his own power and oppose the Dark Lord someday?

No wonder this boy did not want to further his immortality, afraid that he would become harder to deal with in the future, right? He didn't openly confront him before because the boy knew he was not yet the Dark Lord's match. Of course, he knew Harry was smart.

In the past, this boy had been weak. The Dark Lord believed that such a weak person could not be a threat, so he did not consider him one. But when did this boy stop being weak? The boy he had raised himself was smart, powerful, talented, independent, proud, strong-willed, fanatically hardworking, insightful, ruthless in killing, and determined to succeed... many times he saw his own shadow in Harry.

The second half of the prophecy, the traitor Harry, one would lead to the other's demise, was now being played out, right? How come he didn't see this boy's delusions and ambitions earlier? Didn't he know about interests, betrayal, and the unreliability of human nature, even in the orphanage decades ago? He had known for a long time that no one could be trusted, only himself and his magic.

But he almost trusted that boy, and he was fooled by a child. How could he have let his guard down against someone like him? Voldemort felt his blood boil and his breath carried the murderous intent that pierced the silence.

Hestia Jones, a former member of the Order of Phoenix, and Jonathan McKean, a former Auror, were captured by Voldemort himself and imprisoned with a binding spell in a corner of the study. The two of them had no idea what had happened.

"They're still alive, and this is what you call a completed task?" Voldemort didn't pay attention to the two of them, but instead questioned Harry. His voice was filled with anger, and the magical energy around him swirled like a turbulent current, causing the windows to vibrate and the passing schools of fish outside to scatter in panic.

"Father... I... " Harry panicked. He didn't expect his secret of releasing people to suddenly be exposed.

When Harry was a child and received orders to kill, he would obediently carry them out, but he could never get used to it. He watched the light disappear from the eyes of those victims and he would always think of his younger self, how he had struggled on the brink of death and how he had longed for the hope of life. He himself had suffered from this, so how could he bring the same suffering to others? He instinctively felt that it was uncomfortable to do so and he had sympathy for those who were about to be killed. Later, Harry began to secretly save people. He would go to the dungeon of the castle and rescue the Muggles who had been captured and left to die in their cells by opening the Portkeys and setting them free. Of course, he would also make them forget about what had happened.

Later on, the people that Harry's father tasked him to kill, who were specifically named by the Dark Lord, were mostly tricky members of the Order of Phoenix or the Auror. Harry began to secretly disobey and not kill them, instead modifying their memories and sending them to the Muggle world to start a new life. As long as they didn't reappear in the wizarding world, they wouldn't affect his father's plans. Wasn't the task completed? Bad boy Harry tried to persuade good boy Harry with trepidation. This is how he convinced himself. However, Voldemort obviously wouldn't be satisfied with this.

"Harry, Harry, my child whom I raised with my own hands, when did you start betraying me?"

"I... I haven't..." Harry felt guilty and avoided eye contact, lowering his head and listening to the scolding of his parent like a child who had done something wrong.

"Haven't? Then kill them both now and complete your mission." Voldemort urged without hesitation.

The two people were still bound by the imprisonment curse in the corner. They had already had their memories erased and didn't know who the two people in front of them were, they only knew that they spoke a language they couldn't understand. They had no idea what fate awaited them.

"But... they... they don't even remember they're wizards... or anything they discovered. They don't remember this war! They won't hinder you anymore. Why can't you let them go?" Harry bravely raised his head, his emerald eyes meeting the dark red ones of Voldemort.

"That's all you want, to save them? That's how you want to betray me?" Voldemort's heart was filled with anger. You finally remember that you're the betrayer mentioned in the prophecy? Are you planning to fulfill your duty in the prophecy? One will bring about the other's demise, is that your ultimate choice?

"No... I didn't want to betray Father!" Harry tried to explain. He had been raised by his father, who was his relative and his whole world. He had never thought of betraying him. "I just don't... so many innocent people have died... but haven't you achieved your goal? Why can't we stop?"

"It's not your place to interfere with my decisions." However, Voldemort didn't listen to his explanation at all. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the boy in front of him with a calculating gaze. "So, you refuse to carry out the order to kill them?"

"..." Harry didn't give up. He spoke softly, "Father... I've always been loyal to you. If I made a mistake, you can punish me. I'll accept any kind of punishment... I'm just begging you, please let them go..."

But Voldemort was even angrier. He coldly said, "Okay, this is your choice." Then he waved his wand, summoning a bottle of potion and ordering Harry to drink it.

Harry was still a obedient child, and he didn't plan to rebel against his father in any other way. So he drank the potion without bothering to identify its type and effect. Even if it was poisonous and his father poisoned him to death, Harry didn't care. He had long stopped wanting to live. He just hoped that his good obedience could dispel his father's anger and let him spare those two people.

After taking the potion, Harry's vision went black and dizzy, and intense pain spread from his lower abdomen to his entire body. Harry gritted his teeth to suppress the groans, and his body was almost immediately covered in cold sweat. He could barely stand. A thought flashed through Harry's mind: Was it really poisonous... Was his father trying to poison him? Well, that's fine... Harry found himself not panicked at all, but rather relieved. However, he did not fall down. The Wakefulness charm he had used on himself earlier was still working. Its effect was that as long as he was not dead, he would stay awake. And indeed he was still awake.

Harry saw his father wave his wand again and several ropes suddenly appeared, tying Harry up tightly. Then, a curse emanated from the tip of the Dark Lord's wand, with an impressively bright blood-red light like a surge, rushing toward the two who were bound in the corner of the room. Harry gasped. He recognized the curse: the Annihilate Curse, also known as the Devil's Blood, a soul magic that can kill a person and remove their body and soul, leaving nothing behind. There is still controversy in the Dark Arts academic community about the difference between a soul destroyed by this curse and a soul taken by a Dementor.

"Don't, Father -" Harry blurted out, his heart pounding. He instinctively used magic to try to establish a barrier to block the curse and save the two people. But nothing happened. He couldn't use magic at all. Harry could only watch helplessly as the two people disappeared into the blood-red curse.

"How can you -"

"Because I can," Voldemort sneered, lifting Harry's chin. "And you... I thought you should know the consequences of betrayal?"

At this moment, Harry also realized that the potion he had just taken was not poisonous. Its effect was to suppress the magic core, making him unable to use magic for a period of time. Because the magic core was one of the pillars of life, Harry felt uncomfortable, as if someone was choking his neck.

Harry once again avoided Voldemort's gaze. He lowered his head, bit his lip, and felt some regret. But not for saving people, but for not doing more to protect them. These two people were still found by his father. If he had done better, he could have hidden them. Later, the people he had secretly released were not found by his father, were they? The two people disappeared, and it was all his fault.

"Did I give you too much favor and make you have some illusion?" Voldemort's voice was like a poisoned cup, rich but deadly. "Did it make you think you could disobey my orders at will, and I wouldn't punish you?"

Voldemort summoned another bottle of the Silencing Potion and grabbed Harry, forcing the liquid down his throat. The scorching liquid slid down his throat and Harry coughed a few times. When he tried to speak again, he found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Then, the Dark Lord picked Harry up and carried him to the small meeting room, where he summoned his Death Eaters. The Death Eaters knelt in a circle, surrounding their master in the center. Voldemort's tall figure made him look even more imposing. He pushed the bound Harry forward, causing him to stumble a few steps before falling into the center of the circle.

"Let's welcome our guest today. Let me introduce him. This is... Harry Potter." Voldemort pronounced the name slowly and deliberately. It was the first time in many years that he had said Harry's name with his last name.

He assigned the task to Dolohov and his team: "My servants, you must treat this boy well. Don't disappoint Potter."

Harry was stunned. He looked at his father with disbelief in his bright green eyes. It wasn't because he had made the Death Eaters punish him, but because of the way he was addressed. Potter. His father had never called him that before. It was as if their relationship over the years no longer existed, as if he was really just a member of the Potter family of the Order of Phoenix. Did his father... abandon him?

But his father didn't look at him.

Voldemort turned and walked away, but just as he reached the door, he tossed out a casual remark, "Don't kill him yet. Potter is still useful."

Days passed. Voldemort didn't cool down. He wanted to throw the boy into the dungeon to reflect on his mistakes, so he wouldn't let the boy come back so soon.

A month passed. During this time, Voldemort felt quiet around him. He used to have Nagini and Harry, but now Nagini was dead, and Harry had betrayed him - it would have been better if he had died.

A few more days passed. It was the last day of the old year, and it was Voldemort's birthday. On this day every year, that boy would celebrate his birthday for him and prepare special surprises for him. Nagini would also be there. It all seemed so distant now. He remembered Harry's bright green eyes, and more than a month had passed. He hoped the boy had learned his lesson. He could go and see him.

So he strode quickly towards the dungeon, his robes billowing as he passed through long, dimly-lit corridors. With malice in his mind, he wondered if Harry would obediently wish him a happy birthday like he had done before. If not, he would continue to stay in the dungeon and he would come back to check on him on the same day next year.

He opened the heavy wooden door and walked into the dimly-lit stone chamber. The torches on the walls flickered dangerously and seemed as though they were about to go out. The boy lay motionless on the ground. Voldemort's breath caught in his throat and he waved his wand to use a spell that indicated the presence of life. A light shone from the boy's chest, proving that he was still alive. Judging from the color of the light, he was even awake.

What's the point of being awake when you're pretending to be dead? Voldemort was a bit annoyed. He went to Harry's side and found that Harry really had no intention of responding to him. He flipped Harry over with his foot, but Harry really looked lifeless.

Voldemort didn't really know what was going on. He used magic to light up the torches on the wall, revealing a large patch of dried blood underneath Harry's body. Harry's clothes were in disarray, and he was covered in wounds, with several large wounds gaping open but without any blood flowing out. Harry's eyes were tightly closed and his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of color in his cheeks. Even his chest wasn't moving!

Lord Voldemort took a deep breath and felt his heart pounding in his chest, his hands trembling. He quickly crouched down and leaned in to check Harry's breath. However, he couldn't feel any airflow. Then he touched Harry's neck artery, but he couldn't feel any pulse. The light indicating life was still on Harry's chest, but when he touched it, there was no pulse or warmth.

Lord Voldemort was really panicking. He didn't intend to let Harry die, and he didn't know what was going on. He was at a loss.

His gaze instinctively followed the light of hope that proved life in Harry's chest. The light was still on, and the color proved that Harry was even awake. His magic was not wrong, so Harry didn't die. He couldn't let Harry die. This was his only thought at the moment.

He had always been proud of his rationality, and he tried to regain his composure. The important question now was, why was the light of life on, but Harry had no breath or heartbeat? He had a vague feeling that this might be a nightmare.

Stay calm, Harry didn't die. His chest was heaving violently and he cast several detection spells to see if there were any other spells operating on Harry's body. Then he detected it - the Cruciatus Curse.

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