war and peace

Tom froze in place.He could clearly see Harry's enlarged face, eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering slightly.There is a warm touch on the lips, and the familiar breath is close at hand.The rain trickled down the drenched hair, and the skin was moist with water.The chests were close together, and the clothes must have been wet a lot, and there was still one hand that was still tightly held by him. The cold water mixed with the body temperature of another person, bringing a wonderful touch.All of this was enough to make him distracted, and his whole body felt slightly hot, as if a fire was burning his reason... He couldn't believe it... The savior actually had the same idea as him!

Ecstasy is only a momentary thing.The savior... Thinking of this, his heart sank.The savior had no idea what he was doing...he didn't know anything at all, didn't know that he was kissing his sworn enemy...that lightning-shaped scar loomed under the bangs clinging to his forehead, and his heart ached strangely for a moment.It was left by him himself, it was the trace of the death curse, and there was his last piece of soul in it.The savior doesn't know the truth, but he knows...and, one day, the savior will know too...

A moist feeling began to spread between the lips.He wanted him to open his mouth... Tom took a deep look at the faces in front of him. The eyebrows and expressions all showed the fact that their owners were emotional.He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he had returned to his usual calmness and indifference.He raised his free hand, hesitated in the air for a moment, and finally landed softly but firmly on Harry's shoulder, pushing him away.

"I'm sorry." Tom found it difficult to say that into Harry's questioning eyes, and his voice was actually a little hoarse.

"...what?" Harry looked shocked and incomprehensible. "Why?" he asked, "I can feel it...you and I feel the same way..." He blushed quickly.

Tom resisted the urge to kiss the man in front of him.He turned his gaze elsewhere, coughed lightly, and his voice returned to normal: "No...we...impossible."

"Why?" Harry was almost annoyed. "You didn't deny my words...then why did you push me away? Why is it impossible?"

Tom felt his head hurt.How was he going to explain to the savior that he was the one he had been trying to kill? "I have my reasons, and they are very good."

"Say it then! I'd like to see what a good reason is!" Harry snapped.He didn't understand why it was so strong, strong enough to make the other party give up directly.

Tom closed his eyes again. "If I tell you, we can't even be friends." He looked deeply at Harry, "Although I don't know how long we can delay..." But in his heart he hoped that this day would never come, but he also knew ,This is impossible.

"What are you? Perfunctory me?" Harry couldn't believe it.From the tone of Tom's voice, it seemed that there was a deep hatred between them, which was impossible.

"You'll know one day that I'm telling the truth." Tom had walked around Harry to the door, and turned the handle.Harry stared back at him, as if it would make him change his mind immediately.The ground was wet, and Tom stopped opening the door for a moment, then turned around, raised the wand he had been holding in his hand all the time: "Warm as spring! Waterproof and wetproof!" Then he left without looking back.

Harry didn't know how long he had been in that classroom.From time to time, there were sounds of people passing by outside the door, talking loudly about his last wonderful catch.The water stains on the ground had long since dried up, but he was still staring at that place blankly.When Hermione finally came to him, he sat there, motionless.

"Harry, what's the matter with you? I didn't see you at dinner, everyone was looking for you..." Hermione said to herself, and brought him a sumptuous dinner, all of which he loved dishes.

Harry didn't have much of an appetite, but he had a hard time refusing offers, so he reluctantly picked up his knife and fork.He took a few bites, and suddenly thought of a question: "Hermione, how do you know I'm here?"

"Tom said that." Hermione looked at him questioningly, "Did you quarrel? Why didn't he come when he asked me to bring you food?" She looked at Harry's face carefully and said affirmatively. Conclusion: "You all seem to be in a bad mood."

Harry felt that food that was usually delicious now tasted like nothing.He ate slowly, bit by bit, and couldn't help but start to blame Tom in his heart: If it's impossible, don't be so nice to him!He was still more sullen when it occurred to him that, even as a friend, Tom's behavior was justifiable.

Hermione read the situation and was very intelligently silent.She thought Harry was looking at Tom in the wrong way, and then she thought it was wrong.Just now Tom didn't look angry or disappointed, more like pain.This showed that not only was she not mistaken, but she had also overlooked another point: Tom and Harry were probably the same.Then the current situation is too puzzling: since they are all interested, why did the talks collapse?

She has always felt that these two people resemble... but she never expected this to happen... Hermione bit her lip, seeing Harry's complete lack of taste, and really wanted to figure out the difference between her two friends. What went wrong.

The days that followed were almost like the Cold War.Rather, Harry simply didn't want to talk to Tom, and Tom didn't seem to want to embarrass himself.Seeing this made Hermione very worried. She couldn't bear it anymore. The three of them who were good at first were doing well now. Although they still acted together, they couldn't speak two words a day, and the silence was almost suffocating.

Harry surprised everyone with his diligence in doing the homework assigned by his teacher.Even in the boring history of magic class, he could take as many notes as Hermione, and Professor Binns praised him several times.Not to mention the professors of other courses, the potions he made made the picky Snape unable to criticize, and Professor McGonagall was about to treat him as a new star of Gryffindor.

Probably the only exception is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Their handsome Professor Roald seemed to have something bothering him recently, and his smile was much less. As soon as he entered the classroom, everyone's heart was filled with depression.Although his lecture was as good as before, all the girls were whispering that someone must have upset Professor Roald, but no one knew who.

Harry's stealth is progressing rapidly.He didn't know if this was a blessing in disguise, and he didn't know why, after Tom rejected him, his feelings for Professor Roald became the same as for Tom.It seemed that subconsciously he thought of them as one person, which Harry thought was bad, but he found himself becoming uncontrollably, unconsciously, cold.

Two weeks before Christmas, Professor McGonagall took the form to register the students staying at school, and Harry signed it.He didn't want to go back to the Dursleys', partly out of boredom and partly out of guilt.He always thought that if he hadn't lived there, they wouldn't have been tortured by Crabbe and Goyle, though they didn't remember it.Judging from Sirius' letter, he had been busy lately, and Harry decided not to bother him.

Tom signed too.Fortunately, Ron, George, and Fred decided not to go to Egypt with their parents to visit Bill, so he and Tom wouldn't be the only ones staring at Bill.Ginny didn't want to go at first, she seemed to prefer to stay in the castle, but Percy said he was worried about leaving her in the care of his three younger brothers, and their mother agreed with this, so she had to go to Egypt with her family .Harry knew that the little red-haired girl adored him just as much as before, but there was no way he could transfer his previous affection to a child so young; besides, he was in love with someone else.

Hermione is the only girl in Gryffindor who stays at school.Harry knew that she was actually worried about Tom and him. They hadn't spoken for almost a month, and there was no tendency to thaw.

In the last tutoring session before the holiday, Professor Roald said that Harry had passed the stealth skill. "Invisibility spell and Animagus are too demanding for you now," he sat behind his desk, slowly flipping through the pages, "Let's put this aside and learn something else first... ...For example, teleportation."

"Apparition? Floo Powder? Portkey?" Harry said several times in one breath.He sat in his old seat, still holding a cup of hot drink in his hand.Professor Roald seems to have formed a habit of giving him a drink before each class.

"All right, very good." Professor Roald tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, "The most common way of teleportation is Floo powder, traveling through the Floo network approved by the Ministry of Magic," he said with a slight frown , "Let me tell you, I don't really like the way of being covered in dust." There is another sentence he didn't say, and being monitored is not what he likes. "And floo powder is not a stable magical substance, it burns really badly. If it burns for too long - even a small fire - it can destroy a whole house, because it will produce ash in it Snakes, which lay their eggs in all sorts of dark corners you can't think of. If you don't find them within a few minutes and freeze them with the proper spell, they'll set your house on fire."

Harry suddenly thought of the first time he had used Floo powder and landed in Knockturn Alley.Borgin-Bock store's fireplace is really dirty...  

"In comparison, apparition is much better. As long as you master the trick and can move your whole body to the destination, it will be considered a success." Professor Roald continued to explain, and he quickly scanned Harry glanced, "I think you probably won't forget a certain part of your body in place... This will be the main spell we learn. Although the Ministry of Magic stipulates that you must be 17 years old to take the Apparition exam, this skill You can’t wait until then to learn.”

Harry nodded, he had a vague feeling that Professor Roald's glance just now seemed to indicate that he knew he could Apparate already. "And what about the portkey, sir?"

"This is a high-level magic item, which is realized by casting directional spells, timing spells, and space teleportation spells on an item. When the first two conditions are met, the Portkey will teleport the person who touches it through space .Generally, the Ministry of Magic registers the manufacture and use of Portkeys."

Harry didn't notice the "normal" in his words.His attention was distracted by something else, and he asked eagerly, "Must it be directional and timed?"

Professor Roald smiled quickly. "You are very sharp," he said, "directional spells and timing spells are the most common. Of course, a portkey does not necessarily need a certain location and time, but it must have a relatively stable constraint, otherwise the transmission accuracy will not be able to ensure."

Harry's head was spinning rapidly.He thought of the Easter egg he'd been hiding, which Voldemort had declared to be an "untimed and undirected" Portkey when he sent it.Combined with what Professor Roald said, then Voldemort's so-called "untimed and undirected" is only relative to the specific time and place?He actually agreed on a condition?The location, Harry felt, was likely to be "how many feet away from himself", but when?It certainly wasn't the time for Voldemort to call the meeting, because he didn't make it to the second meeting.what would that be

Harry headed straight to the library as soon as tuition was over.He had an idea that if he could guess the time limit, he might be able to unlock the transmission of the Portkey.As for why the teleportation was turned on, and what would happen if he found Voldemort, he hadn't thought about it at all.This is the only thing that can cheer him up recently. Studying some esoteric theories can make him forget about other things.