war and peace

No Umbridge, no inexplicable opal necklace incident (presumably there will be no later poisoned alcohol incident), everything is on the track where it should be.In the first game of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor swept Slytherin by such a margin that the Slytherins almost walked around them.Hermione had high praise for Harry's performance, as she hadn't seen that slick blond head for a while.In her words, "You two have caught my eye, Harry!" So Harry was relieved, no matter what, he trusted Hermione's head and choices.

The course went well too.Harry didn't know whether it was his strength that shocked all the professors, or Voldemort said a few words for him in private, anyway, his class time had never been so free.In the end, he simply went to listen to the seventh grade class, because he was really inexperienced in the NEWTs exam.Voldemort once made a suggestion not very sincerely, and simply asked the Wizarding Examinations Bureau to organize a special exam for him, but he sternly rejected it.

"You always have some inexplicable persistence." Voldemort commented on this.

"Come on, don't I look good enough?" said Harry, as they were all in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, having their usual tutoring sessions.He flicked his wand, and the small, usually leafy plants in front of him burst into bloom. "I know you can do it, but forget it." He added.

Voldemort, standing beside him, also nodded with his wand.The branches grew faster and the flowers drooped in clusters. "What's wrong with that? When I was your age—well, earlier than that, to be exact—I've been thinking about how to get ahead, how to live forever." His tone was calm and open.

Harry paused, then took a deep look at the latter.Voldemort rarely mentioned the past, but judging from what he said, he had already recognized what those things meant. "You were already the Dark Lord when you were my age, right?"

"You really think about this all the time!" Voldemort chuckled.He was talking about physical age when Harry was obviously talking about mental age.Calculating Harry's previous two lives, he was already in his early thirties, which was the period when he frantically won over his subordinates. "Well, you won this time."

Recognizing his reassuring tone, Harry snorted and remained silent, concentrating on tossing the plant. "Can you let it bear fruit?" As a result, he made it grow a lot of tendrils.Then he frowned, "I think the animals before are more interesting."

"That can't be done." Voldemort quickly objected, "If the animal goes down, it should be a chimera or a five-legged monster-I say, those things should be touched less." Of course he didn't mean that haha Lee can't deal with them, but potential dangers are nipped in the bud.

"Okay." Harry pouted, reluctantly. "There really are five-legged monsters?" he pursued. "Didn't the books say that Delia was not shown on the map?"

Voldemort made up his mind that he would never mention those things in front of Harry again.The boy still has that passionate and adventurous factor, and he is still a Gryffindor.He blinked, and pulled out something before Harry could continue. "I checked, and it's lost all its magic."

In his open palm lay two strange rings.Generally, the edges of the rings are smooth, but they seem to be broken in the middle, the fracture is neat, but the shape of the edges is irregular, as if...

"lightning!"

Harry cried out in surprise.He forgot about the potted plant in an instant, and stared straight at the two rings.When he saw it for the first time, he thought its name was weird, and it was very wide.I didn't expect that the meaning of the pair of rings is that if you succeed, one will split into two?

"Your disappearing scar has probably passed on to this," said Voldemort.Then he frowned slightly, "I guess this thing will hurt your hands when you wear it."

Harry took one of them without waiting for him to finish speaking, and pulled Voldemort's left hand involuntarily.Although Voldemort said that its magic power has been completely lost, the ring still has a suitable diameter according to the thickness of the finger. "You dare to take it off and try!" He said viciously.

"You move fast!" Voldemort laughed.He put down his wand solemnly, and carefully put the other on Harry. "You said not to take it off, if I find out one day..."

Harry stood on tiptoe a little, kissed the other on the lips, managed to stop the rest of the words, and then the two exchanged a fiery deep kiss.When they finally parted, Harry looked at the black ring on his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Voldemort pretended not to understand his performance. "Is this ring so beautiful? Are you happy?"

"No." Harry shook his head, "I just thought of that prophecy. Professor Trelawney managed to make a real prophecy-the two cannot live at the same time. But now it seems that we live and die together, she It would be frustrating to know."

"Maybe." Voldemort wasn't particularly interested in Trelawney.I was probably a little scared before, but now I don't care about it at all.He glanced at Harry, and his expression was almost gentle: "I said before that I would rather never hear that prophecy. You also said that I chose you myself, and I made that prophecy change." It has become a reality. So now, can I say this—prophecy or something, isn’t it meant to be broken?”

Harry looked into the other's jet-like eyes.This person has never been easy to compromise, and this time was no different.But this is exactly the goal I was looking forward to, the goal I have always wanted to achieve since I came back.In the end he succeeded, and so did he.Harry's hands went around the man's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.As his consciousness drifted away, he vaguely thought of Trelawney's prophecy about thirteen people—the thirteen would eat together, and the first to stand up after the meal would be the first to die.But what does it matter?Even if it was true, they stood up together; let alone if it would be true...

Actually, Harry missed one more thing.He didn't take a divination class after he came back, and Hermione only mentioned a few words about Trelawney's prediction of the student's death and the snow leopard she judged to be ominous by Trelawney, so he didn't know much about it.Hermione did see the snow leopard, the Animagus that Voldemort turned into when he got impatient with the Invisibility Charm - he was going to see Nagini in the Forbidden Forest (it was impatient in the castle's ducts).In the past, it might have been a real omen of death (think, pure-blooded Dark Lords and Muggleborns!); but now, as if to confirm what Voldemort said - prophecies are meant to be broken - — Again, the gears of many people's fates have been changed, including Hermione.

Of course, even if Trelawney knew this, she couldn't refute it.The newly made prophecy is no longer the previous one, but this time no one knows.

As the days passed, the weather became colder and colder, and the field was frozen as hard as iron plates, and the snow where people often passed by was trampled into ice.In mid-December, the students had another chance to go to Hogsmeade.

Harry met Sirius for the first time after the summer holidays.The latter seemed to be in good health, and was more than happy to see only Harry and Hermione - he had never liked Tom.As usual, Sirius bought them each a large bag of candy and chocolates at Honeydukes, and then went to the Three Broomsticks for a hot cup of butterbeer.

"Ah, it's so comfortable." Harry sighed contentedly while holding the large glass.He stayed in the memory world for a year. Hogsmeade was under martial law when Voldemort was in fifth year, and he hadn't enjoyed such a delicious meal for a long time.

Sirius already had a rough idea of ​​what Harry had been up to during the year he had been missing.He couldn't believe it at first, but after all kinds of strong proofs, he also realized that some things were a foregone conclusion.But even so, he still didn't have any good feelings for Voldemort.So he smiled and didn't mention what he thought, he didn't want to embarrass his godson (God knows Harry has had enough already!). "Harry, come and spend Christmas with me? The Order of the Phoenix meeting is basically closed, but I think, even if they do, Dumbledore should have no problem with your existence."

Harry nodded immediately.He's just going to spend a Christmas vacation with his godfather when he gets back!

"Is this really okay?" Hermione sipped her beer, "How's Regulus' temper? If I'm not mistaken, Harry didn't meet him the last time he went, did he?" ?”

Harry looked at her in surprise.How did Hermione know that Regulus was at 12 Grimmauld Place?He hasn't had time to mention this to her yet!

"His temper..." Sirius was about to say, and then came back to his senses with a look of shock on his face: "How do you know?" He looked at Harry as he asked, and found that the latter was more surprised than he was.

"Voldemort mentioned something, I roughly guessed it." Hermione said succinctly.

Guessed... If it was Hermione, it was indeed possible.Harry closed his gaping mouth.

And Sirius looked even more frightened. "Voldemort... mentioned it? And you... mentioned it?" Why did he have a bad feeling?He liked Hermione very much, and he still had a little luck in his heart, hoping to make Harry and her a good pair.But even if this can't be successful, it's not familiar with Voldemort, right?

"Yeah." Hermione looked like she didn't want to say more, and then she turned back to the original topic: "Seriously, Sirius, I think you'd better invite Voldemort with you." She saw that the latter was about to With a retorting expression, he finished the sentence before him: "Because he will go if you don't invite him-as long as Harry goes."

Harry opened his mouth again, then mentally admitted that Hermione was telling the truth.The Christmas break was two or three weeks away, and Voldemort's birthday was around then...

"I...how is this possible?" Sirius was almost out of breath. "I'm Harry's godfather! How could he have a reason to..."

"Well, Godfather." Compared to his excitement, Hermione looked very calm and did not argue.

Her calm tone reminded Sirius of his impulsive prison time in Azkaban, which always made him feel that he was not a good godfather. "Anyway, I can never...never!" He waved his hands.

"Okay, I see." Hermione drank butterbeer slowly, "One last thing to remind you, Voldemort knows everything...you've said a lot about him to his face."

"What?" Sirius' bad premonition grew stronger and stronger. "When will I face to face..." He and Voldemort had never met formally, okay?Also said a lot?

"Tom," Harry couldn't help reminding.There was never one person who was played around by Voldemort.

Inspired by this, Sirius immediately thought of the time when he was at the train station. "No wonder, I've always thought that Roald and Tom look alike... So they are one person..." After thinking this through, the expression on his face became very exciting.He never found out!Considering that there is another person in the family who is completely at the mercy of Voldemort, could Regulus be implicated by his contempt for Voldemort?