war and peace

As soon as these words came out, Harry looked at him with eyes as if he had discovered a new world. "So you also want to die twice to make up for it? Aha? If a person always has to apologize with death, and then someone else avenges him, and the cycle continues, and there is no end? If this method of apology works, then in the world There are almost no living people left. Congratulations, this is enough to successfully exterminate Muggles and half-bloods, as well as pure-bloods. This is really a brilliant idea!" At the end, he could hear himself How ironic.

Voldemort's mouth was tightly pursed and he didn't say a word, it could be seen that it was his limit to say what he just said.Judging from the previous paragraph, the Potters probably have the same idea as their son, otherwise how could he handle the savior's sense of justice?He smiled bitterly in his heart.After dying once, I am not afraid of anything.If his ancestors knew about this, he had to be educated, maybe the latter already knew it (it did know it).

Harry studied his expression carefully. "That's what you give me. You've always been prepared, ready to..." He paused with difficulty, "Leave me alone. I thought I'd convinced you on this point, but the fact is Prove I didn't."

"You're still young." As soon as Voldemort said this, Harry's needle-like eyes pierced over.But he went on, "You have a great future ahead of you. And I," he said with self-deprecation, "would have died 15 years ago."

Voldemort finally said this sentence, and suddenly felt a lot easier.Of course, he didn't think so at first; but the more time passed, the more he received emotions that he had never been exposed to before; until finally discovering the Chamber of Secrets, Slytherin finally established the reliability of this conclusion.It was a very bad feeling, he seemed to be a drag, which he would never allow.

"So that's your reason." Harry smiled sarcastically, "Should I be glad that you didn't use the excuse of being a minor this time to prevaricate me?" Then he raised his hand as a signal, and suddenly stunned.His fingers had grown longer and their knuckles more prominent, and seemed suddenly a size bigger.And he hadn't noticed just now that the shoes became particularly cramped. "So what you said is that you can't even find an excuse like physical age." It seems that it is one of the effects of soul fusion, and he probably is closer to his real age...or is it the average age of the two of them?Whatever the reason, he must have been pleasantly surprised before, but now Harry just wanted to sneer.

Voldemort wanted to remind him that it was not an excuse but a fact, but he finally endured it.It wasn't going to do any good to piss Harry off at this point, and there were a bunch of onlookers who were presumably counting on them to fight. "Maybe we can talk at another time?" He rarely spoke in such a questioning tone, "Let's deal with these people first."

"I'm working on it, aren't I?" Harry replied irritably.Voldemort has always been cautious, since they met, almost five years now (although there is a year in the memory world), the latter has never given any positive promises.He really hated Slytherin, how could one or two be so stubborn!So did Snape, and so did Voldemort!They tossed back and forth several times, and each time they got stuck on this issue.He had to think of a way, a once-and-for-all solution, and he couldn't be diverted every time.It must be seen by everyone, so that even if the latter does not admit it, it is an established fact...

Isn't now a good opportunity?Harry's mind flashed.He had been pacing up and down impatiently, but now he stopped and showed his first smile of the night. "Kiss me, now," he announced, proud of himself for having come up with such a good idea.

"Stop messing around, Harry." Voldemort knew what the other party was up to after thinking about it for a while.Very good, people from both sides are here, and the distance is much closer than the rostrum of the last Quidditch World Cup.Of course he wasn't worried about the Death Eaters, the problem was with the Order of the Phoenix.He estimated that there must be a lot of doubts about the savior that night, and it just didn't explode for the time being.And Harry, being suspicious was something he couldn't stand, especially if he wasn't doing it.

"Well, we both know I can't force you." Harry snorted angrily, "But if you think that's all I can do, then you're wrong." He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'll give you another choice. If you don't do this, then we'll break up. I can't beat you, and I can't hide from you?" He was telling the truth, and his detection and anti-reconnaissance skills were already very proficient.

"Are you threatening me?" Voldemort almost laughed angrily when he heard that.It was the first time in his life that he had used such a reason to threaten, and what was worse, this kind of reason was still useful, at least he didn't want it to come true at all.His boy, knowing he would never give up, pinched his soft spot and asked for something completely unimaginable.The boy has only one goal from beginning to end, and he knows exactly what he has to do to achieve it. "Really, don't you think they don't already know?" Voldemort continued trying to talk Harry out of his idea.

Harry was completely unimpressed. "If you think it's a threat, so be it. I don't care if they knew it before, I want them to know clearly in the future." Then he whispered, "This way you won't be able to find any excuses in the future Here we go, hum!"

Voldemort heard his mutter, very helpless. "That's the truth, Harry," he corrected, in a reassuring tone. "It's not an excuse."

Harry didn't answer his words. "Where's your answer? I'll give you 3 minutes to make a decision." Anyway, he must solve this problem thoroughly today, and it's useless to prevaricate him!

There seemed to be no hope of changing the subject... Voldemort cast him a deep look. "Are you sure you know the consequences?"

Harry looked behind him at the members of the Order of the Phoenix.Pairs of eyes were facing them, most of them were wide open without blinking.Dumbledore looked at him too, his usually piercing blue eyes much gentler in the night.But Sirius is not here, which is really good news.His godfather already knew, but it's better not to provoke him too much.

"I know." Harry replied curtly.He believes in his choices.Some people may not understand it for a short time, but they will definitely understand it later.For peace, for a better future.

Voldemort took a few steps closer to him, until there was not much distance left.There was no sound from the Death Eaters, but there was a rustle of robes on the Order's side, and it sounded like everyone stretched their hands forward in alarm.Harry didn't look at them, just looked up at each other.The moonlight cast a faint shadow around Voldemort's brow bone and nose, and the outline of the whole face was much deeper.He looked at Harry too, then bent slightly and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead.

"Brown!" said Harry ruefully, suddenly feeling cheated again.But the reaction of the others was far greater than his, there was a murmur of murmurs from the Death Eaters, and a few members of the Order seemed completely transfixed.No one could understand the hissing that erupted between Harry and Voldemort, so this development seemed almost inexplicable to them.

"Otherwise what are you talking about?" Voldemort asked, his tone was very normal, even a little puzzled.

But Harry knew he was being teased.Because the latter's dark eyes were shining, and a smile could not be restrained on his face.He almost became angry with embarrassment, "You know what I'm talking about..."

The last word dies in the throat.Voldemort hugged him tightly, and their cool lips pressed together.I don't know who started it first, or at the same time, the tip of the tongue touched together, slowly winding and deepening.At the beginning, the movements were gentle and gentle, with a hint of comfort; but then they changed, the temperature rose, and the blood rushed up, quickly passing through the limbs and bones.Harry closed his eyes and turned his face sideways, feeling the pressure on his lips getting heavier, as did the feeling on his waist.He hugged the other person's neck with his backhand, and tiptoed slightly, bringing them closer together.His thinking gradually became blurred, he didn't know what to think, and there was only one thing he knew for sure: he succeeded in the end.

The subtle sound of water spreading out should have made people blush and heartbeat, but everyone on the scene reacted dumbfounded.

"Three minutes, exactly as required." When the two finally parted, Voldemort said against Harry's mouth.

Harry didn't have the strength to stare at him anymore.He was dismayed to find that his self-control in the face of Voldemort was still negligible.If it weren't for the people around them, their next development trend would be the same as that snowy night.A kiss is enough to have all the reactions that should be had and shouldn't be... Although according to this standard, the other party is not much better.

"Maybe we can sit and talk next time, Dumbledore." Voldemort turned his head and looked at the gray-haired old man while holding Harry.They might actually be able to fix this, above board. "Are you going to stand here until dawn?" His voice was lower than usual, and it was easy for people to imagine some places, and they had just witnessed it with their own eyes.

Although Dumbledore had already expected it, when he actually saw this scene, it was impossible to say no to shock.But Voldemort's suggestion played into his hands, so he could only sigh and nod.

There was sudden chaos behind the Order of the Phoenix, and it seemed that someone had finally passed out.The Death Eaters' reaction was relatively calm, they had known it for over a year, and now it was more clearly confirmed.

The author has something to say: foreigners generally tolerate jokes better than Chinese.

Capital punishment was abolished in Britain after 1969, as was the 1970 Amendment Allowing the Death Penalty.