war and peace

The black-haired young man looked back with a more bewildered look: "What?" But there was a vague guess in his heart.Similar to how he couldn't touch Harry before, now it's reversed: before it was the unbearable burning and pain of touching it, now it's the sense of connection that touches the other half.Sure enough, the change of soul magic depends on the change of one's inner attitude...

"Hermione, Hermione!" Harry saw from his face that he couldn't be expected to give an answer, stood up with his palms covered, and called out to the people outside.This is so weird, he has never tried this feeling!

"What's the matter?" Hermione quickly opened the curtain and walked in.Her eyes fell on the man who had already sat up, she was a little surprised, but her tone was not salty: "You're awake." She checked the man's arm while he was unconscious, and it turned out that everything was normal. "You see what I said right" expression on his face.

"He..." Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to describe it.

Voldemort soon saw that Hermione was slightly hostile to him. "Sorry to trouble you." He said politely.He has a lot of experience in dealing with Hermione, and he is typically hard-spoken and soft-hearted, or in other words, he is soft-spoken but not tough-minded.

With his back turned to Voldemort, Harry kept winking at Hermione, trying to get her to soften up. "Roald... Is it okay if I call you that?" He turned to Voldemort for advice, and got a smile and a nod in reply before continuing: "He seems to have forgotten how he got here .”

"What?" Hermione was also taken aback.She still thought about waiting for this person's injury to heal and then rush to go their separate ways, but now... "Could it be forgotten by others?" She frowned and said, "And then forgot what happened to me Part of it?"

"It's possible." Harry turned his head to see the reaction of the black-haired youth.The latter's eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he pressed his temple with one hand: "I can't remember...a headache..."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.This is a common side effect of powerful forgetting spells.The normal state is to forget the things the spell caster wants him to forget. If it is too much, it will be a headache, and if it is too much, it will be a collapse of consciousness-crazy like Lockhart.

"Don't think about it, you should rest for a while." Hermione finally couldn't stand it anymore.Doubts are doubts, troubles are troubles, people under the amnesiac spell may cause worse consequences if they force recall, she can't just watch someone being driven crazy in front of her eyes.

Voldemort smiled inwardly.However, his face was still pale, and he fell backwards as if he was too exhausted.The movement made the scar on his neck look more obvious.They were no longer the original red, but a horrible purple.

The scars were shocking, and Hermione gasped. "Sit still." She dug out another bottle from her bag and handed it to Harry, "I think Roald's wound needs some more medicine." Then she turned to the person in the sleeping bag, "Hello rest."

"It's such a trouble to you..." Voldemort knew that his bitter plan had paid off, and lowered his eyes slightly to thank him.With his pale complexion, he looked like he would collapse in the wind, which was really unbearable.

Gryffindors are obviously not very good at dealing with such situations.All the suspicion and defensiveness I had toward strangers were gone, at least for now.Hermione was so indifferent, and the other party was still grateful, Hermione was very embarrassed.With a dry cough, she ran outside to continue guarding the tent, leaving Harry and Voldemort inside.As for Harry, he also felt that it was not a good idea to continue with the previous question now.Fortunately, the wound medicine that Hermione gave him was a spray, otherwise the atmosphere would be really embarrassing if he felt that way again.

After Voldemort closed his eyes and fell asleep again (pretending to be), Harry tiptoed out of the tent and put an earplug behind his back.When he mentioned this strange reaction, even Hermione couldn't think of any reason to explain it. "A kind of heat flow?" she questioned in a low voice, "I've never heard of such a thing, it's just a touch!"

"Actually, there is, but it's completely different." Harry also lowered his voice, and he had been thinking about it for a while, "Do you still remember that when Voldemort first touched me, the place he touched would change Turned into ashes? Later, he used my blood to resurrect, and when he touched it, it was me that hurt like hell."

Hermione covered her mouth, eyes widening. "It's Voldemort again! Are you sure it wasn't him we picked?"

"I didn't believe it at all before..." Harry said deliberately, "It still doesn't look like it now... But this kind of reaction is really weird..." Then he thought of the crucial point, "You really Do you think that if it was Voldemort, he wouldn't know me if he didn't see the scar? And, are you sure his first reaction when he saw me was not Avada Kedavra?"

This is indeed an irrefutable statement.Hermione fell silent, her eyes rolling around. "Actually, I don't want to always think badly about strangers," she finally said. "Roald is seriously injured. It's impossible to just leave him like this. Let's wait a few days and see."

Harry agreed with her, removed his earplugs, and went back into the tent.Seeing that the black-haired young man still had his eyes closed, he relaxed a little, and sat aside to study his snitch, not noticing the arc of the man's mouth.These days were all Voldemort wanted.The longer it was delayed, the more sure he would be able to enter the team and implement his plan.

There was a chance at noon that day.Hermione called Harry out at lunchtime, and the two muttered about food.They still have something to eat, but it's quite difficult to swallow, and feeding a wounded patient-especially if the patient has a wounded throat-is not a small problem.Hermione thought she should get better at healing spells, and Harry thought they could try making porridge from canned corn.As a result, they hadn't discussed what was going on when they smelled a scent wafting from the tent.

"Where did this... come from?" Harry and Hermione entered the tent one after the other, and then froze immediately.The center of the tent was originally empty, but now a round dining table emerged.It was covered with a white and exquisitely hand-embroidered tablecloth, with gorgeous patterns, but they didn't notice it.In fact, it doesn't take fancy food to fully capture their attention these days.Not to mention the steaming hot food, the food on each plate is arranged like a work of art...

"I just wanted to ask you to come in." The black-haired young man sat at the table. "Although it is only a light diet suitable for patients, it seems that the house elves have cooked too much. Do you want to eat together?"

"House-elf?" Hermione was the first to speak, reacting sharply. "You have a house-elf?"

"It's not mine, it's my friend's. He always asked him to deliver meals to me at regular intervals." Roald explained unhurriedly, the knife and fork in his hand was shining silver, obviously belonging to a wealthy family.

"Then your friend should pick you up, you are still injured!" Harry immediately followed.The way house elves deliver food is basically through magic. For example, Hogwarts is uploaded directly from the underground kitchen, so it is not surprising that they did not see the elves.But since his friend has a house-elf, it is undoubtedly a pure-blooded family. Roald, a friend with such a background...

Roald picked up a newspaper next to him.It was kept in the way of a shrinking soup can, and Harry and Hermione hadn't noticed it until now. "This is another piece of news I want to share with you," he handed over the newspaper, "I may have to bother you for a few more days... I'm wanted."

Hermione was about to open her mouth to say a few words, but immediately choked on his last words.She took the newspaper, and immediately found Mal Roald's name in the long pursuit list, charged with escaping from the half-blood wizard prison.Harry saw it too, and the two looked at each other. "But we..." Hermione wanted to refuse, but her tone was weak - because she found that there was basically no reason for her to do so.

"No one is always wandering in the wild at this time," Roald continued, with a very calm expression on his face. "You are also wanted, right? I think you didn't tell me your real name. But it doesn't matter," he saw Hermione looking at Harry with a panicked look, and his tone became a little calmer, "You saved me, and we It's a man in a boat now."

Harry's mind raced.At present, everything seems to be true, and the time and events are all right; of course, if it is the Death Eaters, the hunting list can be forged, but they don't need to go to such trouble to follow the two hunted people , It is faster to directly summon companions to catch it back.Judging from the ostentation of the meal and the etiquette of the nobles, there is no doubt that the family is not short of money.But he didn't know that there was another magic family in Britain with the surname Roald.

"I'm French." Roald seemed to see what Harry was thinking, and explained in a very timely manner: "Crossing the English Channel to visit relatives-I didn't expect the situation to be so bad. My friend has Notified the French side, but in this situation, they dare not come easily. Before finding a chance to leave, I think it is safer to have more people. Aren’t you on duty in turn? Count me in. And three meals will be available in the future Let me take care of it."

A Frenchman who came to visit relatives, but was unfortunately found to be of mixed race. He lost part of his memory when he escaped from the prison (probably because it was too cruel), and then his relatives secretly sent elves to deliver meals to him. There are people traveling with... it sounds like there is no problem at all.Harry roughly came to a few conclusions: Roald's family is probably a nobleman; his relatives are pure-blood wizards, but he can't bring trouble to his relatives; Roald's magic level should not be low, otherwise he would run away. not come out.

"Then..." Hermione wanted to ask who Roald's relatives were, but Harry stopped her.They are now in a relationship of asylum together. They haven't told the truth, and they can't ask others to tell the truth.If you ask any more questions, it's only because they know they have a bigger secret that they are so worried. "Deal." He agreed, and sat down on the edge of the table, "Then please ask the house elf to make two more meals in the future."

Out of caution, Hermione checked the food one by one, and it turned out that there was nothing wrong with them. They had their first full meal in weeks.And it has to be said that the house-elves are far better at cooking than they are themselves.After eating and drinking, Harry couldn't help but think, if only Roald had shown up one day earlier, Ron wouldn't have left them.But seeing Hermione's rare distraction from the matter (she and Roald had found common ground on the Traceless Extending Charm), he was determined not to affect her mood.

After the food problem was solved, the life of fleeing became much easier.Moreover, since Roald joined them, the negative effects of the locket seemed to have subtly lessened, and they even had the mood to play cards together a few times.Hermione's evaluation of Roald was getting higher and higher, and the number of times she took the initiative to talk to him exceeded the number of times she talked to Harry.There was nothing Harry could do about it, and he was usually out of the loop when they discussed spells and magical lore of all kinds.The person was obviously picked up by him, so what's going on in this situation?As for the weird connection, no one could tell why, and Harry just kept running into Roald as little as possible (but it was damn comfortable!).

The fly in the ointment is that Ron never came back.But even if he went back to find them, he couldn't find them—because they kept changing places, didn't they?Harry thought comfortingly.

On Christmas Eve, they managed to evade another wave of searches before deciding to make a trip to Godric's Hollow.Harry suspected that Dumbledore might have hidden the sword there, and Hermione was noncommittal.Of course, what they said to Roald was not this, but to go and see the situation.