war and peace

Regulus didn't answer him.In fact, he didn't even roll his eyeballs, but followed Voldemort down the stairs neatly.And it wasn't until Voldemort chose the vacant seat next to Harry that he sat down on the last remaining seat; the sitting posture was still the half-stained seat with straight spine that Harry had seen before, Just like Labastan Lestrange and Severus Snape who sat with Voldemort in the Triwizard Tournament.

Sirius found this out and was very dissatisfied. "Vol..." But just as he opened his mouth, a hand was holding down his leg under the table - Regulus was sitting beside him. "...Everyone is here, let's start." He changed his words reluctantly.Regulus was reminding him not to offend Voldemort; but then again, only at this moment would Regulus take the initiative to talk to him, right?What if hands count?

Voldemort could guess what was going on just from the change in his expression, and smiled silently.He didn't want to have a messy dinner and make Harry unhappy.Saving Regulus Black's life back then was indeed a correct choice.

As for Sirius' reaction, Harry and Hermione exchanged a look, and they both saw the clear look in each other's eyes.Regulus was definitely at Voldemort's command, and Sirius couldn't do anything to his brother, so the results were obvious.

The dinner was very sumptuous, but the atmosphere was very strange.Hermione had been trying to liven things up, and Harry had been helping, but to little avail - Voldemort seemed determined to keep his mouth shut so as not to irritate Sirius; but Regulus only answered; Sirius soon found out , his complexion became even uglier.So in the end Hermione gave up too, wishing for the first time that Christmas dinner would be over soon.

After dinner, Harry excused that the alcohol was getting a little better, and declared that he would go to bed first.He could see that Voldemort and his godfather were fine if they didn't fight or quarrel, so don't have unrealistic ideas about them talking and laughing.Hermione was second to agree, Voldemort nodded, and Kreacher respectfully sent them both to their respective rooms.

Harry climbed up the next flight of stairs, and the moment he opened the door, he knew someone was inside.He locked the door with his backhand, and threw a soundproof spell on it.Sirius wouldn't have wanted to know he was in the same room as Voldemort...

"Drink too much?" said the person sitting in front of the fireplace, "I see you are very sober!"

Harry rubbed his slightly dizzy head, "Why do I feel like you're in the middle of nowhere?" When he got closer, he noticed that Voldemort had conjured something in front of the fireplace. A comfortable bench similar to a sofa fell on it without saying a word.

"Do you think there is any place that can stop me?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.He studied Harry's face, its cheeks flushed even more by the reflection of the dancing fire. "Your drinking capacity really hasn't improved at all."

"It doesn't seem like..." Harry replied, his voice muffled by relaxation. "By the way, where's my Christmas present?" He finally remembered the question he hadn't been able to ask all night.

"So you remember this," Voldemort said pointedly.

Hearing the unfinished meaning in his words, Harry barely opened his eyes. "What's the meaning?"

Voldemort smiled slightly, and moved a little closer to his position: "Dumbledore complained to me today that you abducted his Potions professor. As a result, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, he had to go to the hospital at Christmas Considering the question of teacher replacement on a day like New Year’s Eve.” He raised his eyebrows, “Maybe before you question me, you can answer this question for me first?”

"What?" Half of Harry's drunkenness was frightened away in an instant. "What's the matter with Snape?" He just gave the Professor the Resurrection Stone as a Christmas present!

"As the person involved, I thought you should be very clear." Voldemort tapped his finger on the armrest on his side.

"I..." Harry was speechless.What was he going to tell Voldemort?Excuse me, but I dug up the gemstone from the ring you gave me and gave it to Snape?So Voldemort had to swallow him alive? "But what happened to Snape?" he asked with the last chance, though he felt Voldemort knew what he had done when he said that...

"That's not what you're most worried about right now?" Voldemort's finger still didn't leave the armrest, "It seems that you really don't like the Soul Resurrection Stone very much, and you want to give it away several times." His tone was very calm, But the content... is horrifying.

The rest of Harry's drunkenness was also scared away. "You know?" he stammered. "You know I gave the Resurrection Stone to Snape... and three years ago..."

"Yeah, you meant to give it back to me on New Year's Eve three years ago, didn't you?" Voldemort interrupted him lightly, without blinking his black eyes. "So tell me now, what do you think I should give you for Christmas?"

"But you gave it to me!" Harry wanted to hold on, he didn't want to cause anything to happen to Snape because of him.But as soon as he said that, he immediately thought that it was not an ordinary gemstone, it was one of the Deathly Hallows, the unique soul-returning stone in the world. "I have found the most expensive black gemstone and the best craftsman to re-set the ring! Anyway, that stone is a tasteless one, isn't it..."

When he came into contact with the other party's half-smile expression, his voice became smaller and smaller.To be honest, he is really guilty. Although the Deathly Hallows has been proven to be useless, how can you say that the Soulstone ring is one of Voldemort's heirlooms? Isn't it too rash for him to secretly give it to Snape? Haven't thought about it a bit?Or just borrow him to have a look?Harry couldn't help but examine himself.

"Do you want more Christmas presents?" Voldemort looked amused at the change in his face, but his tone remained the same as before.

Harry shook his head desperately.

"Fine. Now, kiss me."

For a moment Harry thought he had heard wrong. "……What?"

"I said, kiss me." Voldemort stretched his legs and took a very comfortable position on the large sofa chair. "I suppose that should be easy to understand?"

"You lied to me again!" Harry blushed and accused angrily.He was so guilty just now, but Voldemort was actually playing with him!

"Is that surprising?" Voldemort replied, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Is that the only thing you can ask for in the Forbidden Forest?"

"You..." Harry almost choked.Not because of anger, but because of dry mouth.The hint in Voldemort's words was so obvious that he reacted almost instantly. "Damn it!" Harry cursed bitterly, and then rushed over, venting his anger on the opponent.

The sofa chair sank under the weight of the two of them. "Are you sober? You're very refreshed!" This posture made Voldemort clearly feel the changes in Harry's body.

"Shut up!" Harry became annoyed, so he blocked it directly with his mouth.

The two exchanged a long kiss.When they parted, Harry's body was almost completely limp on the other side.Harry felt trembling all over and his toes curled up because a hand was twitching one part of him without anyone noticing.

"Do you still want presents?" Voldemort continued to remind him at this time.

Hearing the low gasp in his ears, Harry gritted his teeth before turning the moan he was about to utter into a single word: "Yes..." Then he felt another hand move behind his back, pressing suggestively at the entrance. pressed.That electrified feeling made Harry's scalp tingle, and he thought he knew what was going to happen next...

"Then how about I give you myself?" Voldemort's voice was low and slow, but his movements were completely opposite.He straightened Harry's body and made a lunge.

Harry snorted, physical tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.He found that their clothes always disappeared before he knew it, and the preparatory work that should have been done did not know when it was completed...

"Move, huh?" Voldemort's voice sounded subdued.

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Just earlier today, Snape rushed into the headmaster's office in a hurry.Dumbledore was amazed by this, for when he looked up from the parchment, he saw a Snape he had never seen before.Of course, the latter's hair is still greasy, his face is sallow, and his aquiline nose has not changed - the only difference is the eyes, which are bright red.Could this be... crying?For the first time, Dumbledore doubted very much whether he was old, so his eyesight had declined.

And as soon as Snape spoke, Dumbledore felt that he must be dreaming.Because what the Potions professor said was, "Dumbledore, I'm going to take a long vacation."

The Potions professor who always likes to stay in the cellar wants to ask for leave? "Can you tell me why, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, putting down his pen.

"I...I want to walk around," Snape replied.He seemed aware that Dumbledore was staring into his eyes, and wiped it twice indiscriminately.

"Let's relax, huh?" Dumbledore still didn't quite understand.He took off his glasses and pressed two fingers on the bridge of his nose: "That's a good idea, but Voldemort's side..."

"Even if I die the next moment, I think it's worth it." Snape interrupted him without hesitation.

Dumbledore put his glasses back on and stared at him carefully.Finally he said, "May I ask, what made you make that decision?"

Snape looked at him with pursed lips, then slowly extended his right hand, which had been clenched into a fist, and spread it open.

In his palm lay a plain looking black gemstone, but Dumbledore recognized the pattern inside the stone at a glance - a triangle, a circle in the middle, and a vertical line.He stood up with a jerk, his tone was shocked: "Where did you get this, Severus?"