war and peace

The weekend is coming soon.Wood's Quidditch practice was as intense as Harry remembered it, but when he stepped off the pitch, he could no longer see the departing figure at the far end of the grandstand.It made him feel very strange, on the one hand he was relieved that something he didn't deserve was finally gone, and on the other hand, he felt a sense of emptiness and loss coming out of nowhere.

Harry was walking down the third-floor corridor leading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office when he sensed his latter mood.He was horrified to find that even though Voldemort told him so calmly, everything before was just an illusion, it was in his plan, and it could even be compared with a game - he didn't give up!He really didn't want to think about what this meant.

Whatever Voldemort wanted to do, he had to face it, it was his responsibility.Harry hesitated outside the door for a long time, reminding himself to be very careful.It wasn't until he felt that it was already late that he read the password to the magic silver doorknob.The upper silver snake with ruby ​​eyes retracted, and the door opened.After entering the door, Harry finally remembered why the doorknob seemed familiar to him for the first time.When Tom took the final exam of Transfiguration, didn't there be an identical silver snake on the snuff box he conjured up?He didn't think of it until the truth came out!

This annoyed mood lasted until he walked into the room.Harry jumped when he saw the other person, but quickly regained his composure.Voldemort was what he'd seen him on Easter night... didn't bother to maintain that façade because it was already known?

"Is the doorknob so pretty? That you looked at it intently for half an hour?" Voldemort lazily took a sip of his coffee.

Harry didn't know if there was such a drink in the wizarding world, but it smelled like coffee.There was a set of tea set-like things on the table, which looked exquisite and luxurious, with gold wire coiled around the edges, and the patterns were all inlaid with radiant opals.He pursed his lips, sat down on the high-backed chair beside him, and decided not to express any opinion on the fact that his actions were all under control.

"You are really serious," Voldemort looked at him sideways, "you have to maintain the superficial etiquette." He waved his wand, and the tea set on the table automatically tilted down the spout and jumped back to its place. Then the jeweled china cup filled with liquid flew straight at Harry.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry grabbed it and took a swig without hesitation.Just like in his memory, the perfect temperature is warm milk.strangeness?Why is there a bitter smell in the air?Harry wondered.

"Simply," Voldemort clapped his hands weakly twice, "I thought you'd fall...or at least think a little longer."

"If there's any problem, then I've already drank too much, and this time is not bad." Harry replied dryly.He stared at the milk stains on the rim of the glass, feeling very uncomfortable for some reason.

"That's true." Voldemort looked at him seriously for a while, "Everyone understands this truth, but how many people really do it?" He put down the porcelain cup in his hand, "You once again managed to make me It’s amazing to see him, he is worthy of being the savior.”

Harry found that he extremely disliked being addressed in that tone by Voldemort, especially the word Savior, which sounded full of irony.He frowned, "When will the tutoring start?" If he met Voldemort without greeting him with various curses, it would be really difficult for him to adapt, he didn't know how to get along, and he didn't know what would happen in the next moment Condition.He hated the powerlessness and uncertainty.

This small gesture did not escape Voldemort's eyes. "You are ready, that is now," he said very slowly, "I will start teaching you the Animagus."

Harry almost jumped out of his chair with excitement.He did a good job of keeping his own look under control, though, so as not to look overly excited.

Voldemort glanced at him indifferently, and then said: "Honestly, I really can't stand the same crappy impediment spell every class. I hope you act more like a person who really studied at Hogwarts." Six-year-olds, not people whose heads are full of idiots who don't know what."

Harry felt that Voldemort must be mocking his classmates, but he held back his anger.From the bottom of his heart, he does not agree with that tone and statement; but on the other hand, Hogwarts students have very little actual combat experience in fighting against the dark arts, so it is basically inevitable that they cannot spell well. .

"First of all, you must confirm your Transfiguration." Voldemort pointed to his teacup with his wand, and the latter immediately turned into a beautiful snowy owl, which looked exactly like Hedwig, "Just like this." Hedwig said again Gone, turned into a ginger cat with a big face, what appeared to be Crookshanks.He waved his wand again, and a gray mouse slid down from the table, plump and plump.

Harry tried not to think about why Voldemort had an impression of Hermione's cat.Obviously Hermione hasn't bought it back yet, has she? "I think... I need to practice, and I'm sure I can't do it now." Harry admitted reluctantly.

"It is easier to switch between still lifes, but it is more difficult to switch between species. It is necessary to carefully grasp the differences between the two species, as well as the subtle differences between spell sentences and wand postures." Voldemort trembled slightly Shaking his wrist, the mouse that had slipped into the corner turned back into a teacup.

"When you are proficient in the transformation of species, you can proceed to the next stage of meditation. You must have a full understanding of your own characteristics before you can find the form that suits you best." Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, "I think this is for you It’s easy to say, and it’s easy to clear out other distractions with Occlumency.”

It occurred to Harry that it was he who had given him the thick copy of Defensive Magic.It turned out that this was no accident at all... His previous thoughts were probably read by Voldemort.But how did he connect to his own thinking?Extremely clever Legilimency?If it is true, it can only be said that Voldemort is indeed a master.

"...you can start practicing now." As soon as Harry's mind wandered, Voldemort noticed.However, he still finished his lecture in an orderly manner, and took a sip from the porcelain cup.

That's not impossible...Harry suddenly realized that there was an eerie silence around him, and only then did he realize that Voldemort had finished speaking. "...Ah? Oh!" He panicked for a moment, and began to try clumsily.His wand had been held in his hand since before he entered the door, his palms were already sweating, and his movements were not very coherent.

Voldemort looked over and let out a chuckle.He stood up, "I still have some things to do, please practice for the same time as usual, and then go about with yourself." After speaking, he walked to the other side, and his figure disappeared behind the door.

Harry stopped abruptly, staring at him warily.Unexpectedly, Voldemort just left early, and he felt that his nerves were a little too nervous.Practice just practice, maybe he will be more successful without Voldemort, although he used to be responsible for correcting posture... Harry thought so, and was about to put the empty glass in his hand back on the table, when he suddenly saw another used glass There was still a dark brown liquid steaming from the residual heat.Is it really something different?

Then they had another class.Voldemort still told him the key points and precautions, and then he didn't know where he went.While Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he wondered if he was doing something bad, or just simply didn't want to spend too much time with him.That would be embarrassing, after all... Harry couldn't help thinking that it didn't seem like such a problem when he was Tom.

After a week, the sky above Hogwarts finally began to have a little bit of faint sunlight shining down.Harry was glad to find this out, because Quidditch practice in cold weather was not a pleasant thing to do.And the people in the castle seemed to be infected with the same emotions as Harry.There is an endless stream of owls delivering letters on the breakfast table, not to mention the kind of pink heart-shaped greeting cards that will fly themselves to the hands of admirers.

Harry realized slowly that today was Valentine's Day.It was as if everyone had a sweetheart in an instant. You could see crowds of girls whispering to each other everywhere. They didn't care about the breakfast in front of them. You didn't even need to listen to know what they were talking about.A group of Gryffindor first-year girls were pushing and muttering, and kept glancing in his direction.Harry soon realized that they were trying to get a flushed Ginny Weasley to do something, and he couldn't sit still.

But opposite Tom was slowly scooping up his oatmeal with milk.Harry looked at his watch frequently. He didn't want Voldemort to see anything. After all, he knew what happened to Ginny and himself last time. It felt really weird.After finally waiting for Tom to put down the spoon, Harry just breathed a sigh of relief when a red whirlwind rushed over.Feeling something was stuffed into his hand, he didn't even have time to react, the red whirlwind disappeared at the door of the auditorium again.

"Yo, our little sister can't help it~~" Fred whistled.

"It seems that everyone already knows..." George actively sang along.

"What will she write about?" asked Fred, who leaned over curiously. "Shall we see, Harry?"

Just when Harry didn't know what to do, there was a sudden, heavy cough.It was Ron, and he looked very ugly.The twins looked at each other and gave up their idea: "Forget it, if Ginny knows, she will kill us."

Harry looked at the floral-scented letter in his hand.He better not open it at this time, right?He glanced again at Tom, who was wiping his mouth very gracefully.Well now, the whole thing has been seen.Harry was sure he didn't see any change in expression on his face, feeling strangely apprehensive.He stuffed the letter into his schoolbag and decided to read it when no one was around.

They walked out of the auditorium one after the other.When approaching the corner, a girl suddenly appeared in front of her.She handed Tom a letter with flushed cheeks, her voice was so soft that Harry didn't hear what she said, and she ran away quickly.Needless to say, love letters and greeting cards, Harry thought angrily, would someone like someone with "Keep away from me" written all over their faces?It was so difficult for him to find a dance partner last time!

The morning class is Defense Against the Dark Arts.Professor Roald, as usual, walked among them to point out the spell.When he announced class dismissal, several Ravenclaw girls rushed to the podium to wish him a happy Valentine's Day. "Of course, I'm very happy." Professor Roald didn't look surprised at all. "In fact, I have received a mountain of cards today. Although as a teacher, I want to advise you that studying is more important... But thank you You." He showed a smile that could turn all living beings upside down.

Harry looked around the class.Almost all the girls showed happy smirks, including Hermione.Do you understand, that person is not even allowed to mention his name!Harry doubted it. Even if he had told them so, he would have been dismissively accused of lying.He suddenly felt extremely upset, as if something broke out of his heart, clamoring to vent.

During the whole day, they were stopped a dozen times on the road, when they were going to have lunch, when they were going to Charms class... Even, in the library, there were girls who secretly handed over letters in their books.Harry had never known that he had many admirers, but he didn't know that Tom had more than he did.What is so attractive about this cold face!