war and peace

During the remaining days of the holiday, Harry did not go to the classroom with mirrors.He didn't know when Dumbledore was going to remove it, but he wasn't going back anyway.He can't live by the virtual image in the mirror, he just needs a little motivation to keep going.

With the previous foundation at the bottom, Harry wrote his homework very quickly.He spent the day scribbling away in the common room, and at night he slipped out to the restricted section of the library to find books on the Dark Arts, all things Horcruxes and Kedavra.He picked out a few seemingly complete books and secretly brought them back to the dormitory, one of which was the "Supreme Dark Arts" that Hermione had found.

Tom was completely oblivious to what Harry was doing.In fact, they can run into each other twice a day.When Harry sneaked back to Gryffindor Tower in the morning, Tom went out to the library; when Tom came back from the library in the evening, Harry sneaked out again wearing the Invisibility Cloak.

At the end of the Christmas break, students headed back to Hogwarts.Hermione was taken aback when she saw Harry and Tom: "What are you doing?" She was rummaging through her luggage, and she brought them each a large box of tooth-healthy candy.

Harry knew they both had huge dark circles under their eyes.But he couldn't explain to Hermione that he did this by studying black magic, so he could only say vaguely: "Read some books." He glanced at Tom, who seemed to be in a bad mood, and his face was even more lackluster. expression.

"Merlin's beard!" Hermione obviously automatically understood that they were all studying hard, and jumped up in panic: "I didn't read any books during the holidays except for homework!" She scratched her head in annoyance, and rushed to the girls' dormitory building Yes, Harry figured she must be going to the library soon.

Spring is slowly coming.

Hogwarts has entered a new Quidditch season.It was drizzling, white mist was everywhere, and the ground was muddy.Gryffindor was going to face Hufflepuff in weather like this, and almost everyone was talking about the upcoming match.Even Hermione was looking forward to it, and there seemed to be only two people who were not infected by this atmosphere, Harry and Tom.

Harry personally felt that Tom seemed to have a familiar and boring indifference to all Hogwarts courses-including Quidditch.He was fretting about his lack of progress.He turned the book he found from front to back, forcing himself to look at all kinds of evil and bloody pictures, as well as the concept of good and evil that he could not agree with at all. Many times he had to suppress his nausea and anger, but in the end he could say is nothing.

He couldn't believe that there wasn't a single book that mentioned the specific method of making Horcruxes, and they were all vague references; if he didn't know it in advance, he couldn't tell from those words that the production of Horcruxes required murder.There is also no book that mentions any prelude to the death curse, and their common description is a green light, which will kill you when you hit it.

Harry fell on the bed with his head supported - he pretended to be sleeping when he secretly read a book, and it seemed that the Hogwarts library was going to let him down this time.Maybe no one has encountered such a special case yet?Not to mention the method of making the Horcrux, even if it is a killing curse, he himself is a living exception, isn't he?

A little man popped out of Harry's head.At the age of 16, Voldemort had already made the first Horcrux diary on his own. In comparison, he was so stupid that he couldn't even understand the method...

Another villain jumped out of Harry's head.That's because he was someone who would have thought of that kind of thing!Hatred of Muggles, wanting revenge on the father who abandoned him... Which Hogwarts student in good health and mind would think of murdering his father, and who would think of immortality at a young age?

Harry banged his head with a headache.Anyway, Voldemort was really too smart.You can also change the word and say he is cunning, but the meaning is the same.He may not be able to understand what that person is doing at all, which has been confirmed one by one by many facts.

However, he must know what Voldemort wants to do!Harry thought again of the diary hidden just under his four-poster bed, and had a sudden urge to ask directly.No, he immediately shook his head and denied his idea, Voldemort would not tell the truth, he still had to rely on himself.

Harry had never been so aware of the vast gap in reality.He wanted to solve Voldemort alone, but found that their strengths were not comparable at all.He'd thought he had the upper hand, but it didn't look like Voldemort was worse off than he was - look at that diary, oh well!He gained the physical body four years in advance (although he didn't see it with his own eyes, but Harry firmly believed it), and he also retrieved the Horcrux.How was he going to deal with a Voldemort with a healthy soul if he had found a way to make up the sliced ​​soul?Go it alone?

Harry shivered.He thought of the dire consequences of this assumption.He can't win.And this assumption is not difficult to establish, as long as Voldemort is willing to do it, he has a way.Wasn't Horcrux never tried before him?

No, no, it's too early to say that, Harry told himself, you can't back down before you've had a real fight.You can always do something... Harry tucked The Supreme Dark Arts under the covers - thankfully it was a quiet book - no screaming or biting - and then parted the crimson bed curtain, looking from Scanned over the dozen books on the table.He suddenly noticed the thick "On Defensive Magic".By the way, Occlumency, at least he had to learn that first.

When Harry opened the book, he suddenly realized that the person who gave him the book didn't seem to have spoken to him for a long time.Even if he took the initiative to ask Tom something, he got a very simple answer.Even Hermione came angrily to ask him what he was doing lately, why he always acted alone, and finally asked wondering if he had upset Tom in some way.From what she said, it seemed that Tom really didn't want to discuss him.Some time ago, his mind was full of Horcruxes and Avada, and he didn't care about the reason. Now he has come to a conclusion, and it's time to solve this problem.

Harry closed the book and took out the Marauder's Map from under the pillow.The dot marked Tom is coming out of the library and appears to be heading back in the direction of the tower.The common room was full of people, Harry put on his robes, and he was going down to block Tom.

5 minute later.

The two boys stood in the narrow passage and looked at each other.

For Tom, he regretted quite a bit, why did he go to the same academy as the Savior... When he realized what he was thinking, he was very angry at himself for regretting, and his face turned colder .Although he clearly knew that he must not act first this time, he still wanted to give this Gryffindor cub an Avada...

If Harry knew what the other person was thinking, he probably wouldn't worry about it.In fact, he couldn't, so when he noticed that Tom's face seemed to be closer to zero after seeing him, he could only ask cautiously: "Tom, can I talk to you?"

Tom didn't speak or move.Harry simply gave up and stepped forward, trying to drag him into the nearest classroom.But before he touched Tom's body, the latter took a step back. "What's the matter?" said Tom coldly, agitated now at the sight of the Saviour, and turning his head away.

Harry saw Tom's reluctance.While racking his brains to recall their recent relationship, he pointed to an open door: "Can we go in and talk?" Tom frowned and thought for a while, and finally nodded.He didn't really want to be hit, either, before he lost track of what the Potter boy was trying to say.

The two entered the empty classroom one after the other.Tom closed the door behind him, then turned, "Can we talk now?" His hand rested casually on the doorknob, but it seemed to Harry that Tom was thinking that once his words were judged worthless, he Just leave immediately.

Harry forced himself not to look at the hand. He looked directly into the other's dark eyes and took a deep breath. "Why are you avoiding me?"

Tom raised an eyebrow in surprise.The savior has good eyesight, and his judgment on the actions he will take is not bad.However, that Gryffindor-style questioning method is really a headache.He simply withdrew his hand, crossed his chest, and leaned against the door: "You think too much."

Harry stared, and was about to say something in rebuttal, when he realized that, apart from his own feelings and Hermione's doubts, he didn't seem to have any very solid evidence that Tom was avoiding him.He bit his lip, "But I don't think so... Hermione said so too..."

"That's why you both think too much." Tom interrupted him lightly.No one had yet dared to question the Dark Lord's decision, they would just follow it without asking why.Besides, the Dark Lord would never admit to Harry Potter's presence that he did.If it weren't for that damned mirror... Tom gritted his teeth at the thought.

Tom refused to admit it.Harry stared closely at the dark-haired boy. Could it be that both he and Hermione were overwhelmed?But he could feel, that feeling of not even wanting to look at you... Harry changed the question, "We're friends, aren't we, Tom?"

He never knew that the savior had such a thing as a sixth sense!Tom sneered, "I thought you never wanted to get close to anyone." How strange, didn't Potter want to keep a distance from everyone before coming to Hogwarts?Granger, it can be understood that the savior boy is not willing to see her isolated, what about himself?Don't tell him it's sympathy... oh, he wants an Avada again.

Harry was shocked.It's good that he doesn't want to have a particularly close connection with people, but he didn't expect to be discovered easily!He has been carefully concealing the thoughts in his heart. Although he admits that he has not fully realized it, it is not so obvious, right? "No...no," his eyes flickered, he denied it with a dry smile, without confidence, "Of course not, how is this possible?"

Sure enough, the savior is not good at lying.Tom would never admit it, and he was suddenly delighted to see the Savior driven to this state by himself. "Really?" He said softly, "That may be my illusion." His eyes fell on Harry's slightly flushed cheeks, and the image in the mirror was recalled in his mind.

Damn it, he cursed in his heart, the good mood just now disappeared in an instant.He really had to keep a distance from the Potter boy, otherwise why would he have such strange thoughts! "If that's what you're talking about, I don't think we've got anything to talk about." He twisted the door open as he spoke.

Harry was wondering where he was showing his impatience for Tom to find out, only to find out in a second that Tom was about to leave.He subconsciously felt distrusted, and shouted at the back in front of him: "You never believed me!"

Tom paused, "You've always believed in me, haven't you?" Does the Savior know what he's doing now?How ridiculous that he is asking the trust of his enemy!Tom wished to see Potter's face when he knew the truth.

Harry choked on the airy rhetorical question.He began to wonder if Hermione felt the same way.He was studying the dark arts alone, trying to deal with Voldemort.He did have good reasons, but they could not be said.If Hermione, like Tom, felt that she was putting them off... Harry shuddered.He didn't want to see this happen.He doesn't want his friends around him to be disappointed or depressed or have any other negative effects because of him.

Tom, who had already walked a long way, was gnashing his teeth.Potter really thought he was the savior who could do everything perfectly by himself?He has always known that Potter has the attributes of God, but he did not expect that he himself would become the object of God's radiance.Very good, very good, he thought to himself.He can do something... See where the lower limit of the savior is...