war and peace

"Now, stop," Harry repeated.Only then did he realize that tears were streaming down his face, but he didn't want to reach out and wipe those tears away.He was struck by those fragments of memory, and he saw another version of himself in seventh grade.Those experiences were so clear and vivid, just like he had experienced them himself.

Voldemort deliberately approached him, planning everything, just to let himself kill him in the end.And no matter what, he refused to tell the truth, until finally, what he asked Hermione to investigate finally had the result, and he had a chance to prove it——Flashback Curse.When spells from two twin-core wands meet, it allows one to tell the truth, showing all the spells it has cast before, in reverse time.

Harry felt the white fog in his head disappear.The bridge is clearly visible, and someone is coming from the opposite side.His voice was low and soft, but Harry heard every word clearly. "I'll be right here, wait for me." The tone was so familiar that he almost cried again. How long has it been since he heard that voice?

Harry now finally understood what the odd line was talking about.

That swamp, that valley;

fly across the sky, across the ocean;

With a sword in one hand and an olive branch in the other;

Make the choice, it is the most important decision of your life.

The first sentence refers to the location, Slytherin's castle is near the swamp, and Little Hangleton is at the bottom of the valley.The second sentence refers to the process, they both crossed the English Channel, although Voldemort went to find Greenwald, and he went to France and made up a false identity.The third game is about the way, Voldemort gave him the sword of Gryffindor, and he brought peace to that war era?At least Voldemort didn't kill his own father's family again.The last sentence is the condition for the success of soul fusion, not to kill any of them, but to make their new choices.

But surprisingly, whether it was Tom or later Voldemort, they chose death without exception.This was the biggest nightmare for him, the enemy that he had to eliminate in his life.He had thought that only death was the end, but now the situation is just the opposite.Harry suddenly wished that Voldemort would not abandon immortality so completely, he wished that Voldemort would take his life a little more seriously - even in a world built of memories!Even if the self in memory wants to do it!

That barrier is still fluctuating slightly.Dumbledore looked at it, then at Harry's tear-stained but resolute face, and sighed inwardly.He was very surprised that Harry could use spells of this level, but maybe Voldemort was really a good teacher, the previous Triwizard Tournament was already an omen.

"Harry, who told you this?" asked Dumbledore.Obviously he and Snape were the only ones in the Order of the Phoenix who were sure that the Death Eaters would definitely come tonight.But it took a while to find the exact location, and it would have been much more work if it hadn't been for Bellatrix's voice.But it was surprising that Harry could speak Parseltongue.It's one thing to imitate, it's quite another to be able to actually talk to a snake.Obviously, Harry belongs to the latter.In that case, maybe the snake wasn't trying to attack him... "You can speak Parseltongue?" Dumbledore asked again without hope.Merlin knew that Harry had enough connections with Voldemort, and this one was really not bad.

"I was notified," Harry replied.He was nervous a moment ago whether he could hold on, but now he calmed down.He knew now better than anyone that Voldemort had woken up and was coming soon.They have been able to communicate directly through ideas, no matter how far apart.So this is the benefit of a successful soul fusion? "I do..."

"Snake language." The second half of the sentence appeared very suddenly, because the owner of the voice had never appeared before.A pale young man smoked through the branches and fell lightly inches to the ground. "That's right, Parseltongue." He repeated, walking towards Harry in that levitating posture. "Nice spell," he praised generously. "I thought it would be months before you could use it."

Without commands or glances, all the Death Eaters fell to their knees the moment the young man appeared.Although Voldemort's face was pale (come on, the master's face has always been the same), and it seemed that his appearance had changed a little (it was a powerful transfiguration technique!), but he was undoubtedly the Dark Lord, and the tone of his speech and the way he walked showed that up to this point. "Master, welcome back!" they shouted in unison.

The reaction of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was completely opposite.They all drew their wands one by one, and maintained the highest state of vigilance.If there was a little doubt before, but seeing the reaction of the Death Eaters, he knew that there was nothing wrong. The person who suddenly appeared was indeed Voldemort himself.And they noticed that Voldemort was walking in complete levitation, the soles of his shoes never touching the ground, so the movement was noiseless.

But Voldemort didn't give them a look, and just gently removed Harry's barrier. "However, let me tell you that too much magic power is not good for your body. If you don't control it well, the magic spell will bounce back."

Harry didn't hear a word.He wanted to say that he was very worried, he wanted to scold the other party for his extremely wrong behavior, but he opened his mouth to the end, only to find that he was so choked up that he couldn't say anything at all.He stared greedily at those black jade-like eyes and slightly sunken cheeks.This made him feel sad and relieved, and even the vaguely curved mouth corners that he disliked the most before felt kind.

They all made it, they all survived - Harry realized this slowly.He received the other party's information in the memory world, and realized that it was himself in seventh grade, that is, his memory.In this case, it means that the other party must have received the things that happened in his memory.But the latter remained unmoved at all, and calmly and clearly pointed out the problems in his spell as usual in class.

Harry's anger flared up again. "Do you remember what you promised me?" he said angrily. "Whatever happens is a problem between the two of us! Can you explain your behavior now? Fifth grade too, seventh grade too !" His voice grew louder, almost roaring: "I think self-sacrifice is great and honorable, huh?"

There was a moment of silence all around.The Death Eaters looked up in astonishment, while the members of the Order were mostly dumbfounded.Can anyone tell them what happened now?What is the tone of the savior?The direction of development seems to be wrong?

Voldemort reached out and stopped several Death Eaters who were about to stand up. "If you do remember," he said, maintaining his usual soft tone, "you'll know that I never promised you that." An emotional Harry didn't notice, but it was heard by those around him, It was already a weird and piercing hiss.

"Yes, you never promised me anything!" Harry felt that his tears were going to be uncontrollable again, and forced himself to hold back. "You have been deceiving me! From the very beginning! You can let the Death Eaters go to the Muggle world, you can make the tragedy after my parents never happen again, you can make the things in the prophecy come to naught! Don't you say, I won't say it, but that doesn't mean I don't know!"

"Honestly, you imagine me too noble. It's basically the same as that old bee's tone. This association makes me uncomfortable." Voldemort replied softly.There was moonlight falling on the glade where they were, illuminating the circles of dark people around them, and also illuminating the tears on Harry's face.His heart constricted in a way he never knew he could feel before.Probably the last time, he couldn't let his boy down like this again, never.

Harry gave a short laugh. "Noble? No. I know, this time it's just a way of peaceful rise. But this is enough, you know what I want-don't lie, you had to accept my thoughts for ten years before ! You should know where my bottom line is!"

This time it was Voldemort's turn to pause. "Yes, I always knew."

People on both sides looked at them in bewilderment.The two seemed to be arguing, but couldn't understand what they were saying.But no one dared to act rashly.There were many people on both sides, Voldemort and the savior were obviously talking in Parseltongue, and Dumbledore looked at them with no intention of making a move at all.

"You finally admitted it positively!" Harry said sarcastically. "Then may I think that you have already anticipated the current situation and are prepared for it?" He took two steps back with an extremely disappointed expression.

"...Yes." Voldemort was beginning to worry a little now.He took a tentative step forward, but the latter took two steps back faster, and his heart sank.

"But I don't know about yours," said Harry word for word. "I know you are still ambitious, and I know you have assigned new jobs to those die-hard Death Eaters with ex-convicts," he waved his hand, ignoring Voldemort's expression on what he wanted to say, "You know, as long as Don't let them repeat the mistakes they made before, stop killing innocent people, stop racism - oh, sorry, I overestimated you again, the accurate description should be at least maintain a superficial state of peace, no one will Die." He added impatiently, "I know it all, and you know it, and that's all I'm asking for. If there's anything else to add, of course they should pay for what they've done. But I hope that as Dumbledore said, the living can live a better life, and I am willing to give everything I can for this." In peace talks, there are always people who have to make concessions, and the best way is that both parties agree take a step back.This is a matter of attitude, and only with this step can we proceed to the specific details.He'd always known that, and he believed Voldemort knew it too, or they wouldn't have come this far.

"So?" Voldemort found that he would now have no idea what Harry was thinking, if the latter were willing to use Occlumency on him.Ironically, he was the one who taught Harry Occlumency.Damn Merlin!He hates the feeling that things are out of control!

"So?" Harry suddenly wanted to laugh, and he did. "You've thought of everything, from whitewashing means to the pinnacle of power. Of course, these are small means for the greater good. At least much better than your previous means and Grindelwald's means, I have nothing to say about it Say," he said sarcastically, his voice dropping. "But have you considered me? Have you considered my feelings?"

"Harry." Voldemort finally couldn't help calling him.He had a hunch that he didn't want to hear the next words.

But Harry ignored him, and went on in self-defeating: "Don't want to hear it, do you? The poor boy you've played with in your hands from the beginning, has the point of being patient now gone?"

"Harry!" Voldemort cut him off quickly this time.He knew that what Harry said was angry, but he still inevitably got angry.Who dares to say that about his boy?Nobody could, not even the boy himself! "I can admit the previous ones, but the last sentence is definitely not true!"

"Not really?" Harry asked quickly, "but that's what your actions say. It's as if it doesn't matter if you die for your sake, but isn't that a new and better way of escaping? It's okay to die." Solved everything, eh?" His voice grew calmer, until it was almost cold.

Voldemort took a deep breath.Well, he knew that, so much has been said before, the focus is on the end. "No." He replied in a deep voice, "It's useless at all." He tried to persuade Harry: "But you know, it's just a world shaped from memory..."

"It's just the memory world?" Harry immediately retorted loudly. "So it doesn't matter? According to your theory, the dementor's kiss doesn't matter, does it?"

For the first time in his life Voldemort was speechless.He couldn't beat Harry!But Harry didn't go on, and continued to stare at him, apparently still waiting for an explanation. "Okay." Voldemort finally decided to surrender.Anyway, according to the current situation, it will be a matter of time. "I killed your parents." He said dryly, "Twice if you count the number of times."