war and peace

The semester is over.Thick snow covered the entire castle, and it was unusually silent.Harry hurried down the corridors, borrowing a few more books on teleportation from the library.It was cold and windy outside, and thinking of the great fire burning in the Gryffindor common room, he couldn't help quickening his pace.

He came to a cross corner, and in front of him was the portrait of the Fat Lady.Harry was about to walk over when he seemed to hear a murmur.He looked left and right, and found two figures standing by the window of the left passage.He was familiar with the figures, Hermione and Tom.

The brunette girl didn't look very happy, and the brunette boy had a stern face.He pursed his lips, they seemed to be talking about something serious.Then we should find a more secluded place, Harry thought to himself.He was about to go over when he heard Tom say, "... I did it," very calmly.

What did he do?Harry stopped involuntarily.He stood sideways behind the corner wall, sticking his head out secretly against the wall.

"You..." Hermione covered her mouth. She just mentioned it casually, but she didn't expect to get such a horrifying answer. "I can't believe it... Even if he's from Slytherin, he's still our classmate!"

Tom's profile looked indifferent. "You should have seen it."

"...You mean..." Hermione half-closed her eyes, obviously trying to remember: "Because he wanted to sneak up on Harry during the Quidditch match..."

Tom said nothing. He leaned against the window and looked out at the scenery.

"But Harry dodged it..." Hermione tried to convince him, "You shouldn't have done that...he won't be in class for a term..."

Tom snorted. "This is already a very light punishment for me."

It sounded like Tom had taught that Slytherin Chaser a lesson... Heard he was out of school due to illness... Harry was dumbfounded, what did he do?

"Punishment?" Hermione looked surprised and very worried. "Tom, what's the matter with you?" She turned aside, just blocking most of Harry's sight, "What's the matter with you and Harry? Now this kind of thing happened again?"

"The teachers won't know." Tom remained expressionless.Seeing that he was about to turn around, Harry quickly ducked back.

"It's not about whether the teacher knows or not!" Hermione was obviously annoyed, she was growling: "The question is, why would you think that! It's kind of cruel...Does Harry know?"

When Harry heard his name, he sneaked out another half of his head.

The expression on Tom's face softened for a moment. "He'll never know."

"What do you mean? Never let him know? Huh?" Hermione demanded. "Don't think I can't see, you..."

Tom cut her off. "I know I can't hide it from you," he said bluntly, "I wouldn't explain it to anyone else."

"Then tell me, your explanation?" Hermione chased after her, "Did you say the refusal?"

"Is it so obvious?" Tom smiled wryly. He leaned on the window lattice with both hands, and there was a whole strip of frost hanging outside. "The gap between us is too great."

"Huh?" Hermione drew a long, skeptical note.

"Didn't you just say the word cruel?" Tom's eyes drifted away, as if caught in some kind of thought, "In many ways, I am a person who can do it. It means enough Cruel," he shrugged nonchalantly, "and really hate the feeling of regret. But Harry is different," a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I say, he is too soft-hearted."

Hermione half understood. "You mean you won't regret turning him down?"

Tom looked up, and Harry noticed a flash of confusion out of the corner of his eye, and his voice got lower and lower. "Maybe, maybe not, I don't know. It's also possible that I will still regret it after rejecting..." Hermione was racking her brains to think about his words, not paying attention.

How could he push away...?Ha, he couldn't believe it himself, he really stayed with the savior for a long time and was assimilated?He can be tough, he is the most powerful wizard in the world now, there is no doubt about it.But after that?Tom unconsciously stared at countless snowflakes falling in front of him one after another. If that was the case, the hatred would only deepen. Would they torture each other?He doesn't promise what he'll do when he loses his temper.But one thing was for sure, he didn't want to apply to Harry what he had done with the Death Eaters, he didn't want to see that happen.If it was unavoidable after all, he hoped it would be the final showdown.

"What would you do if one day you found out that I was a bad person?" He asked coldly.

"...Huh?" Hermione was still thinking about the many possibilities just now, and it took a while to realize it. "Nope," she said without hesitation, "you're just a little cold," and she gave him an inquiring, but possessive look...that hapless Slytherin Chaser...

It was the first time he had heard such an evaluation... In fact, the question he wanted to ask most was Harry, but he wanted to know how the savior would react after knowing that he was Voldemort.He has always been clear-headed, and he expects Harry, who has a deep hatred with him, to fall in love with his enemy?He laughed dryly in his heart, maybe he doesn't understand love, but he understands hatred.For the Savior and Voldemort to live in peace, unless one of them is dead, or insane...

Although the savior doubted him at first, he still reached out to him.He didn't know whether he should be called fraternity or too stupid.But he didn't want to use force to force Harry to submit now, that would definitely not be what he wanted, and the current feeling would definitely change.His ancestors had proven it, and he wished he had found it the first time he opened the Chamber.

"...Looks like I should be lucky, I did it right this time..." Although it was very heartbreaking at that time, and I thought about using the Imperius Curse for a while, but fortunately, he just pushed him away.

"You're being too hard on yourself, and on Harry," said Hermione suddenly. "You say you have a reason, but how do you know what Harry will think when he finds out?"

"I..." Tom was about to prevaricate, when his gaze passed over Hermione's head and suddenly froze.Hermione couldn't wait for his answer for a long time, and when she turned her head, she saw Harry holding several thick books standing at the corner and looking at them. "Oh, Harry..." She didn't know what to say.

Harry walked straight towards them.Hermione looked at him, then at Tom who kept his mouth shut, and felt that it was not a good idea for her to stay any longer: "You two have a good talk, I'm going back."

Hermione is gone.Harry walked to the end of the corridor and stood with Tom by the window.

Silence spread between the two. "Did you hear that?" Tom glanced at Harry from above.The Savior wore a red-gold scarf, and a fine mist clouded the lenses of his glasses.

Harry nodded.He was looking at the reflection of the two of them on the window glass, very unclear. "Are you going to make the decision for me?"

Tom froze for a moment. "No," he said, looking away, "it's us."

"Who gave you this right?"

I have lived longer than you, been through more than you, and know the present situation better than you.Tom said so in his mind, but his lips moved, but no sound came out.

"I'd like to know where your confidence comes from." Harry heard that he still didn't want to talk about his damn reason, and gritted his teeth a little.

Tom said nothing more.Harry turned his head, looked at the curve of his cold face, couldn't help getting angry, and walked away.Still staring at the frosted windowpane, where there was a shadow getting farther and farther away, Tom said softly, "...it won't be long..."

Christmas has come.Dawn, bright snow light all around.Harry woke up early in the morning, sitting on the bed unpacking.Hermione gave him an expensive quill.Sirius's was a heavy snack box, and when Harry reached into it, he realized that it was much larger than it looked, and that it seemed to contain every magical treat he'd ever seen, or not.To Harry's surprise, the Dursleys had given him a small packet of toffee as well.The bottom one was a thick book. Harry looked at it, "How to Make Your Body Disappear", which seemed to be something he had read from Professor Roald.

There was a rustling sound from next door.Then the curtain was drawn back, Tom got down, and went straight to wash.Harry sat on the bed chewing candy, watched him go in and out, and drank a glass of water before starting to unpack.

"What's the matter?" Tom quickly caught his gaze.

Harry raised his chin, signaling him to open the presents quickly.Tom was puzzled, and froze until he opened a large box filled with heart-shaped cherry brandy bonbons. "this……"

Harry was pleased with his reaction. "I won't give up," he lowered his voice and leaned forward, afraid of waking Ron who was still snoring. "This is my freedom, you have no right to stop me." He jumped off the bed, I brushed my teeth contentedly.

Tom looked at his back, with a helpless expression on his face unconsciously.He looked at the large box of chocolates again, picked one up and threw it into his mouth, and tasted a fruity fragrance mixed with the sweetness of wine.Demonstrate against him... The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Harry had been in a good mood all day.While he was leafing through books in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, the three Weasley brothers were playing Crackle Bombs, which managed to distract him.With sharp eyes, George took away Harry's book and dragged him up: "Come on, come and play with us, Gryffindor's Golden Seeker..." "That's right, what books do you read for Christmas?" !” Fred echoed.

Harry was pulled up and looked back at Hermione and Tom on the other side.Hermione was brushing something away, while Tom was holding a thick book as always, with a very focused look on his face. "As expected of a top student..." Ron touched his nose and suggested, "Let's go down and play, the four of us can just have a snowball fight!"

They had a great time and didn't stop until evening.Harry was covered in snow powder, and when he entered the castle, he immediately felt cold and wet, so they went back to the dormitory to change clothes.Just when they were about to go down, Harry noticed that there was a part of the window where the ice was very thin, and the condensed grilles were circled, as if formed by the condensation of nose.He walked over to take a look. In the twilight, there were a few crooked snowmen standing in the courtyard below.

The Christmas dinner was very sumptuous, the auditorium was beautifully decorated, and magical snowflakes fluttered down.Harry ate a good deal of everything, three servings of Christmas pudding alone.At the Slytherin table, Malfoy didn't go back either.He kept looking over the Gryffindor table, which ended up in an argument with the Weasley brothers.

At night, when Harry lay in bed, his nerves were still on fire.He took the bedside book in one hand—the one he was reading when Fred interrupted him—and decided to read some more hypnosis. "...apparition...floo...portkey..."

"Time control is one of the most important restrictions on the door key. The commonly used setting is a definite and specific time... Wizards with good spells can give the door key more flexibility according to their personal will... When in When all the conditions and restrictions set are met, the Port Key will open the teleportation..."

Harry racked his brains.The last time Voldemort seemed to have poked the portkey... Harry got out of bed and found the eggshell from the box under the bed.It was still dark and inconspicuous, Harry pointed at it with his finger, but there was no movement.He took the wand on one side, thought for a long time, and poked cautiously with his eyes closed.

Nothing happened... Could it be just Voldemort's wand?Unwillingly, Harry continued poking, the eggshell circling in circles. "Time...control...restrict...teleportation..." Harry whispered in Parseltongue, what exactly is Voldemort's condition? "Open...start..."

A sudden burst of white light enveloped him.Harry wasn't sure he'd succeeded until his feet landed on the thick carpet.Apart from the Portkey, all he had on was his pajamas and his wand.He was in a palatial room that looked like a medieval European aristocrat from a Muggle TV show.It was quiet all around, and there was no one.Where did he end up?