war and peace

The author has something to say: Two or three things about Voldemort:

1. He knows everything Harry knows;

2. He didn't like others to talk about the snake face, which was a major mistake of his before; 3. When Harry guessed that the Slytherin locket might be taken away, he was happy; 4. He made a random one for Harry Takes Peter's chance, and Harry succeeds; 5, when Harry imagines the Patronus, he is angry at himself being killed, which leads directly to his Occlumency being interrupted, and Harry...well, tragically faints 6. Angry and incomprehensible for the same illness but different encounters;

7. He was surprised and wait-and-see attitude towards Harry's concern; 8. He wanted to owe favors; 8. Hermione set him up as a glorious Muggle image...

9. Staying at Hogwarts, already done business, boring...

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, but Harry slept very soundly.He dreamed that in the past, his parents were smiling gently at him, and he was standing in the shaker, waving a golden star lollipop in his hand... the small house was very warm, and the flame in the fireplace was beating brightly … Later, I don’t know why some shots of old Muggle buildings jumped in. There were snowflakes in the sky, and he was sitting alone on the cold steps, hungry and cold, looking at the deserted streets with no pedestrians… those gray and yellow The dim houses are all lit up, and from time to time there is a wind blowing into the eardrums with small laughter...

Harry stared at the gorgeous and unfamiliar gold-rimmed black velvet curtains, and it took him a long time to realize that he was no longer at Hogwarts.How could he have such a strange dream?He had never seen those scenes before.But his doubts were all put aside after he caught a glimpse of a pile of bundles at the foot of the bed, and whatever, the important thing now was to unwrap the presents.The bundles were supposed to arrive yesterday morning, but he was still on the train at that time, so Hedwig took some time to transfer them all to Grimmauld Place.

Harry got up quickly, first took a large handful of owl food for the snowy owl that was parked on the top of the cabinet, and then rummaged around in the pile of hills.He quickly found the light paper bag, opened it, and something he was familiar with, like silver-gray flowing liquid, fell out with a rustle.Harry picked it up and shook it, and a small piece of parchment fluttered down on the carpet.He picked it up and read: "Dear Harry:

Your father left this thing to me before he died.It should be returned to you now.Use it well.Sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas.

Your faithful Albus Dumbledore"

The principal has signed it this time, and the font is still very recognizable.Probably because I have written a letter before, do you think it will be discovered even if you don't sign it?The corner of Harry's mouth curled up. Anyway, with the Invisibility Cloak, he could do a lot more.He folded the cloak and continued unpacking his pack.

A very small package, from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, turned out to be a greeting card, which stunned Harry for half a minute.Hermione gave him a large box of chocolate horseshoes.What Tom gave him was an extremely thick "On Defensive Magic". Harry flipped through it casually, and found that it contained a very complete Occlumency tutorial.Harry couldn't help but seriously consider whether he really had a heart-to-heart with Tom. He was looking for good books on Occlumency, but he never showed it?Sirius gave him a broomstick repair kit and a huge colorful candy basket, and Harry grinned happily.

Next to it was a bulging bag containing a large box of fudge and a bright green thick hand-knit sweater from Ron's mother.Harry was a little surprised, and even more surprised when he picked up the card pinned to the box and found what was written on it.Arthur Weasley apologized to him very solemnly, and said that Sirius didn't think it was necessary to do this, but they were still very guilty.

Harry thought he probably knew why they hadn't been to Romania this year.With such a big mistake, it is estimated that no one is in the mood to go out to play.Moreover, Ron's father works in the Ministry of Magic, so it can be basically guessed that he must have been punished for this.Think about it, a Death Eater has lived in the Ministry of Magic staff's house for ten years, but he didn't find out... He was only thinking about clearing up Sirius' grievances, but he didn't expect this at all... Harry smiled wryly Sighing, he took out the bottom square box.

Harry unwrapped the wrapping paper, and in front of him was a delicately carved rosewood box.His eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.If he remembered correctly, among the people he knew, no one liked this extravagant and excessive style.

Harry took a deep breath and unscrewed the snap-fit ​​ivory button.Inside, padded with soft silk, was a well-wrapped square object, and a card tied with a green and gold ribbon.Harry untied the knot and opened it, and it read in gorgeous bold cursive script: "To Harry Potter: I think you'll like this."

Not signed.

Harry wondered, he had never seen such handwriting before.Who is the one?With such doubts, he unwrapped the last layer of packaging, revealing a black leather-covered, old-looking... diary? !

Harry shook his hand and almost threw it.He turned it tremblingly, and the yellowed paper was like a blank in his memory; then he turned to the last page, and the date of manufacture on it clearly showed that it was 50 years ago.This is Voldemort's diary no doubt!Who will give this to him?

His first thought was Lucius Malfoy.Wasn't Lucius Malfoy eager to throw away the evidence that he had been a Death Eater?Harry glanced at the card to the side, but the lighthearted tone that concealed a sneer was not like him.And the person who gave him the diary seemed to know that he was looking for a Horcrux...

A string in Harry's head tensed.Could it be... He glanced at the unmoving diary hesitantly, opened it and flattened it, then took the wand from the bedside table and called, "The flames are burning!"

For a moment, flames appeared on the diary.It's actually lit?Harry stared at it incredulously, and it took several seconds before he remembered to put out the fire.But at this moment something happened that made him even more stupefied. The diary seemed to come to life suddenly, turned over by itself, and rushed to the ground to suppress the fire.

Harry was dumbfounded.He watched as the diary was tightly wrapped and rolled on the ground a few times, leaving no sparks left.Then it stood up, shaking off the ashes like a person was beating the dust off his body, and then two of the papers stretched out into finger-like shapes—as if they were rubber rather than paper, and the charred The remaining pages were torn out.

This... this... Harry was completely speechless.Apparently the diary didn't think it was over yet. Its black leather surface was torn apart, and it looked like a mouth: "I thought you would be more gentle, but it seems that you always surprise me." This He had never heard a man's voice before, and there was a hint of sinister in the soft voice.

Harry thought that if he had been standing on the ground, he would have taken two steps back.But he was sitting on the edge of the bed, so he just sat still: "Who are you?" The voice was full of vigilance.

"As you think," the diary actually started pacing, "this thing is no longer invulnerable, who do you think I am?"

Throwing the question back again!Harry remembered that the previous diary had been soaked in water for a long time without any change, but this one was just a little bit, which is quite strange.Is it not a Horcrux anymore?But there is no trace of damage on it, except for the page that I burned just now. "How can you talk?"

"It's just a medium," Diary quickly replied, "It's convenient for us to contact."

Harry looked at it suspiciously: "While I was trying to burn it?"

"Oh, of course not..." The diary dragged on, "If you ask me, you've become violent, Harry Potter..."

"If you want me to write on it," Harry interrupted, considering his words, and said word by word: "I'm afraid I can't believe you, a magical artifact with unknown purpose is always dangerous .”

Diary let out a chuckle. "Prudent savior Potter," it said, "how interesting..."

Harry stared at it. "You still don't want to talk?"

The diary turned around and faced Harry: "Well, I admit that I changed my mind. Maybe it's a good idea to tell you...you know who I am."

"I know who you are?" Harry frowned, "but I don't know..."

"You know who it is." The diary emphasized again.

"I know who? Do you know who? You-Know-Who?" Harry uttered three words, suddenly enlightened.He stood up awkwardly, clenched his wand tightly in his hand: "Voldemort! You really are not dead!"

Diary laughed.Harry glared exasperatedly through his laugh, and asked aloud, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"What do I want to do?" The voice asked softly, "Didn't you already know this ten years ago? I have been waiting for you, don't let me down." The diary closed and fell to the ground, and the mouth on the cover was gone.

Harry sat back heavily on the mattress.The connection is broken.He began to rack his brains to think about things ten years ago.Voldemort broke into their house and killed his father and mother... By the way, he said such a puzzling sentence: "Then I will give you this chance to kill me."

What is this?Harry couldn't believe that Voldemort had been lurking for ten years just to wait until he was going to kill him.He can take back his soul piece without damage, and he still has the mind to send his diary. Obviously, he has nothing to do now, and he is playing with himself somewhere he doesn't know...

What the hell is going on with that Avada Kedavra!Harry was fidgeting, instinctively thinking that there must be something wrong with it, he hadn't seen any other Killing Curse with the front halo, whether Voldemort's before or anyone else's.The person who should have turned into a wandering spirit was not only fine, but directly provoked, it felt like he was playing an enemy cultivation game...Harry was chilled by his own thought, and shook his head hastily.No wonder he thought so, Voldemort was obviously in good health and didn't bother him.He sent a diary that wasn't a Horcrux, said a few words without any pain, and then left. This is really unbelievable...

Before Harry could figure out why, there were several knocks on the door outside: "Harry? Are you awake?" Harry jumped up as if on fire, grabbed the diary and stuffed it under the bed Then he ran to open the door for his godfather: "I'm awake." Seeing his godson's messy hair, Sirius couldn't help laughing: "You really look like James...I'm here to ask you to have breakfast." Harry nodded, "I'll be going down right away." Sirius patted him on the shoulder and went downstairs.

Harry was about to close the door when he suddenly had the inexplicable feeling that someone somewhere was staring at him.He looked around and saw no one.Downstairs, Sirius was getting Kreacher to put breakfast on the table.He is so thoughtful, there is no fourth person in this house!Harry rubbed his temples and closed the door, he must have been dazed by Voldemort's unreasonable behavior...

Harry had a lot of troubles, and he didn't seem so energetic at the dinner table.Sirius looked at his words and asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?" Harry shook his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Kreacher returning to his room with his own breakfast, and suddenly remembered the fake locket.He thought about it, and then pretended to say casually, "I've never seen house-elves before. They're ugly, but they can really do housework well."

Sirius frowned, the fleeting expression on his face not escaping Harry's eyes.He said dryly: "Yes, they must obey the master's orders."

Harry felt his godfather still didn't like house-elves very much.Just like now, he only said that after Kreacher returned to his room.Harry looked at his face and asked tentatively: "Isn't that just listening to you? You are the last male of the Black family. I heard it from a portrait in the principal's office."

"Oh, that's my great-grandfather." Sirius looked at the closed door, and his eyebrows frowned even deeper.He moved closer to Harry and lowered his voice, "I think... Kreacher is hiding something from me."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.He also lowered his voice: "Why do you think so? I didn't see that it did everything you ordered it to do very well."

Sirius looked desperate: "That's right... Didn't you ask me when you first came here, who cleaned this house?" Seeing Harry nodding, he continued, "Actually, it was like this when I came back. .No one has lived in this house for ten years, and Kreacher has always disliked me (Harry showed a surprised expression when he heard it for the first time), there is no reason at all! No one will tell Kreacher to wait for me at home, It's impossible for Kreacher to treat me suddenly..."