war and peace

He must be crazy.

That was Harry's first thought when he woke up the next day.Whether you open your eyes or close your eyes, the scenes from yesterday are replayed in your mind.He actually still clearly remembers every detail, the burning heat and burning of the kiss until it melted away, the strong touch of those hands touching his body, the tears overflowing when the back was filled, and the deepest insertion into the body. A sense of being possessed.That kind of desire was deep and vigorous, and the dam of his self-control was quickly broken by the flood of temptation.

What's more terrible is that he still remembered that he was still very active, but the feeling of kissing him was aroused, and he kept urging the other party to hurry up, and finally he was not satisfied enough to move himself.The other party never forced him from the beginning to the end, and that weak resistance was basically nothing—he was completely voluntary.

Harry pulled the sleeping bag up so that it covered his entire flushed face.Crazy, obsessed, he said to himself repeatedly in his heart.Now he finally knew what the weird feeling was before—heartbeat, warmth, attraction, all of which indicated the extraordinary relationship between the two of them, but he hadn't reacted yet!The soft whisper in the ear, the opposite of the decisive movement... Harry pulled the sleeping bag up hard again.But why, why is there such a connection between him and the person he met for the first time?

There was a sound of footsteps from far and near. "Oh, Harry, you're smothering yourself!" A hand tugged at his sleeping bag, trying to rip them off his head.

"No, I'm fine, Hermione, I just... think it's too bright outside." Harry didn't let go, he couldn't let Hermione see his feverish face.

"Of course it's on, it's almost noon!" Hermione didn't think his reason was weird, and said angrily. "Didn't you say you were going to see Mal last night? Why did he bring you back in the end? You fell asleep after watching it, huh?"

"I..." Harry was tongue-tied in his sleeping bag.He was originally going to try to persuade her, but somehow the atmosphere changed, and he still took the initiative to cater... I can't think about it anymore, my face is burning again!

"Anyway, wake up and get up quickly." Hermione couldn't pull Harry's sleeping bag, and gave up unwillingly: "Male also said that you are exhausted and need to rest, so let me not wake you up, I will You look very energetic!" She stood up and continued to question: "And wasn't Mal the one who split the locket yesterday? Why are you so tired?"

How tired...Harry wished there would be a crack in the ground so that he could slip in.Hearing that Hermione was about to go out, he hurriedly asked, "What about Roald...?"

"He's up early and is guarding the tent outside!" Hermione's tone still sounded bad, and Harry guessed that she must have rolled her eyes at his bed. "Then read the book quickly, I have something to tell you."

Then the footsteps died away.Let's face it, Harry told himself.The thing has already happened, both parties agree with each other, and he is already an adult, so why is he being shy?Then he slowly got out of the sleeping bag and started changing clothes.There were no traces on his body at all, if it wasn't for the lingering feeling behind him, and he remembered it very clearly, what happened in the snowy night last night would have been like a dream.He still vaguely remembers some thoughts from last night, it's definitely not the first time this kind of thing happened... But why can't he remember it at all?Who the hell is Roald?

Finally, Harry thought slowly of his ex-girlfriend Ginny.A few months ago, he was still thinking about the other party's situation; but he didn't know when, thinking of her less and less often, it seemed that those days together had passed for a long, long time.He originally said that he was against his will when they broke up, but now he secretly rejoices that his previous choice was correct.

Harry got himself together, but didn't feel like going out.He was almost certain that Roald was not telling the truth in some key place.He felt that he had to plan carefully how to get the words out of Roald's mouth.There is also the next step, how they will sneak into the Gringotts vault.Thinking of this, he remembered that he hadn't read the book about Dumbledore's life yet.Although it was written by Rita Skeeter, since Bashat gave him the book, it means that some of it is probably true?Harry thought uncertainly.And Hermione said something to tell him...?

About an hour later.

The sun was about to rise to the middle, and it shone brightly on the surrounding snow.Some of the ice had melted and babbled on the ground into a network of little streams.Hermione stared at them, and sighed heavily as she thought of the secrets she had just learned. "Unexpectedly, Dumbledore and Grindelwald..."

"Dumbledore didn't lie, he just didn't mention it, that's all." Voldemort commented pertinently.Although he would like to be called that annoying old bee, this description does not fit the image he is playing now.Totally atypical Gryffindor, with a mind that rivals Slytherin's; says nothing, and still manages to get a lot of people to work for him in order to achieve his ultimate goal of destroying himself.Even he was played around before, and even death can be planned to come in handy. Should he really be said to be a Gryffindor beyond Slytherin?

Harry appeared at the edge of the tent, looking very ugly. "That is to say, what Skeeter said is true?" He strode out, holding the book in his hand (Dumbledore was smiling wryly on the cover), "Those family history, discrimination against Muggles, and Is there - Grindelwald?"

"Of course not everything Skeeter said is true." Voldemort looked at him. "The truth is quite cruel, so Dumbledore chose to conceal it."

"You know?" Harry angrily sat down beside them.His anger rose every time he read a page. How much did Dumbledore not tell him? "What is the truth, tell me?" He made up his mind to find out what the principal was hiding from him.He'd always thought he knew a lot, that Dumbledore was protecting him, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

Voldemort paused for several seconds this time.Harry glared at him, and then said, "If there was something in front of you, would you rather know the truth or believe a beautiful lie?" He said this very slowly, without blinking his eyes. .

"Of course it's the truth! Am I so unreliable?" Harry was so angry that he didn't notice this detail at all. "Am I just so incapable of judging?" He was now preoccupied with Dumbledore's lies, his attention was diverted, and he couldn't even think of embarrassment when facing Voldemort.

Voldemort gave him a deep look. "Even if the appearance of the lie is very beautiful, the truth is too cruel for you to accept?"

"If he doesn't tell me, how do you know that I can't accept it? How do you know that I will definitely not do what he says, or despise him, or look down on him?" Harry said in one breath. "Tell me, start with the Grindelwald incident."

"Okay." Voldemort agreed.He understood, and only hoped that the boy would be able to withstand the blow and face the reality as he himself said when facing the truth.

The result was brutal.In the past, Dumbledore gave Harry the impression that he was a god, but in fact he was still a person.He also made mistakes, he might not be able to resist the temptation, and he was so young and frivolous that he wanted to rule the world.Harry now finally understood why Dumbledore didn't want to mention his past, why Dumbledore was tempted by the Resurrection Stone ring, why Dumbledore begged not to hurt them after drinking the potion... and why Dumbledore lived alone all his life.

It was unbelievable at the beginning, but Hermione almost broke down in tears when she heard Harry's reaction to Dumbledore in the cave.And Harry sat there blankly, with a very blank expression on his face.So this is the so-called truth, he had to say it honestly, Roald was right - the truth was indeed crueler than he imagined. "He didn't go on, though, did he?" Harry murmured, as if expecting affirmation. "He rectified in the end, didn't he?"

Voldemort glanced at him, but said nothing.That is to say, his boy, even if he hesitates, even if he doubts, even if he is angry, he still believes in others in the end; he is always willing to forgive others for their mistakes and then give them another chance-this is easy to say, but few people can Really do it.Then he looked up at the sky, "It's almost time for lunch." Then he stood up, ready to go back to the tent.

However, a voice from behind chased him and asked, "What else? You still don't plan to tell me, do you?" Harry believed he could understand, the kind of inexplicable that can make the mind fly away in an instant and the body is out of control The sense of familiarity is definitely not accidental!

The question was so abrupt that Hermione was instantly taken aback.She even forgot to wipe away her tears, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"That day will come, whether you expect it or not." Lord Voldemort didn't return, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.Once their relationship was established, he knew the boy was going to find out something.But that day was doomed, and he never expected a miracle.

"What charades are you two playing?" Hermione asked inexplicably.She saw Roald stand up, and Harry followed suit.Then she thought of their longest absence, and asked, "What the hell happened to you guys last night?"

Harry didn't answer her.What does it mean that no matter whether he expects it or not, that day will always come?Although it seemed superstitious (the last thing he believed was the kind of thing Trelawney said), why did this sentence always sound ominous?

For the next few days, Harry rarely spoke to Voldemort.To be precise, in addition to avoiding bumping into each other, he is also avoiding eye contact with each other.He himself didn't know why, but he always felt that the other party would see through them if they got together.Voldemort was on duty, as usual, and talking—they had decided to invade Gringotts and find the Horcruxes in the Lestrange vault.

Harry was the first to comment.First use the invisibility cloak to stay in places frequented by Death Eaters, wait for the opportunity to collect some hairs, and then enter Gringotts through Polyjuice Potion.

However, Voldemort immediately objected to this, and he felt that the plan had too many loopholes. "It's too dangerous for you to go to a place where there are many Death Eaters. Don't be arrested before the Lestranges show up." He saw Harry glaring at him, and waved his hand indifferently: "Don't do that." Stare at me, I'm telling the truth." Harry, who he had been teaching for four years, could do almost as well, and now this one was not working at all. "There is also Polyjuice Potion, not to mention that the goblins of Gringotts and the Lestrange couple have dealt with each other. If you encounter any other Death Eaters, you are sure to be able to imitate them, huh? If you find a flaw , the goblin will pour you with the anti-thief waterfall, Death Eaters are not so easy to talk about."

Hermione listened, again admiring Voldemort. "You're right! Also, can I ask what is Anti-thief Waterfall?" She is always very curious about new things.

"A ward from Gringotts that washes away all spells and all magical disguises," replied Voldemort quickly, accustomed to Hermione's occasional questions.

Harry clearly felt left out. "But we can't do it without taking a risk! Do you have any perfect method?" he said angrily.But there was something else besides anger... It was Roald who clearly saw himself and Ginny, wasn't he?Could it be that he himself did the same?

"Perfection can't be guaranteed, but at least it has a higher success rate than yours." Voldemort looked at his cheeks flushed with anger amusedly.He is really straight, his thoughts are written on his face.As for the success rate, it's not that he is self-effacing. Can someone have a higher plan than him?

"So, you have?" Harry stared at him.The identity of this person is suspicious, but the magical ability seems to be really strong.

"The Lestrange family's treasury, just let them take it out?" Voldemort twirled the wand in his hand absently.Well, let Bella pretend, she should be able to do this, right?

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.Let them take it out by themselves?