"Unblemished lamb, raise your right hand."
In his daze, Harry heard a calm voice. As if possessed, he raised his right hand. The next instant, a sharp pain stabbed through his wrist, and he instinctively tried to cry out, only for another, even stranger magic to force the sound back down his throat.
Another round of something like a hymn, its lyrics impossible to make out...
"What is this..." Harry grimaced as he sat up from a cold stone slab. He subconsciously rubbed the back of his head, which had been aching from the hard surface, then suddenly realized there seemed to be something hard around his wrist.
He hurriedly looked at his wrist and saw a tiny silver-white slit there. Just as he was wondering what it was, his wand suddenly shot out from inside his wrist.
"Holy fucking hell!" Harry blurted out a curse in panic.
He had no idea why his wand had been stuffed into his wrist, but somehow, a thin red strip at its base connected it to the inside of his wrist. It did not hurt.
But this was not the time to think about such nonsense. The best news was that his wand was still in his hand. He looked around and saw a stone room: a stone bed, an old wooden table that needed something shoved under one leg to keep it level, and a chair missing half its armrest.
There was also a battered-looking door, the kind that felt like it could be kicked down with one blow.
But that would make too much noise, so Harry chose a more discreet method.
"Alo..." Before he could finish the spell, a drilling agony suddenly shot through his wrist, making him jerk his hand back. His wand accidentally struck the wooden door.
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