war and peace

In the beautiful manor surrounded by forests and blooming with flowers, Harry's holiday can be described as extremely pleasant.

There is a lake behind the castle. Several Dutch black swans cruise leisurely on the mirror-like lake. Their bright red beaks, slender necks, and overlapping wings are all pleasing to the eye.The trees next to it are lush and lush, and the forest is full of small purple flower clusters, which exude a tranquil and distant fragrance.There is also clearing on the nearby hills as a horse farm, and low log fences surround the horse trails throughout the estate.Farther away is the beach, where a colorful rainbow-colored parasol is slanted, and there are white round low tables and blue and white striped canvas beach chairs underneath.Because it is a private domain, there are no boats coming and going on the sea, but a white boat with a triangle sail is tied to the pillars of the wooden trestle bridge, against the blue waves in the distance, it is really one of the best resorts.

Harry had never had a summer like this before.

In the Dursleys, you don't have to expect to live a good life, let alone vacations; scar pain is a minor problem, and if you're unlucky, there's something like Aunt Marge's visit or a Death Eater attack. , it was a mess.

But now, he can take a walk in the forest filled with thin morning mist, gently shake off the dew on the flower bones; or ride a horse for a walk, let it take him through the hillsides, dense forests, and grasslands of the manor and the beach; in the hot afternoon, you can soak in the lake under the shade of the trees to cool off, and the slightly flowing ice feels really comfortable; in the evening, you can put on a pair of sunglasses and lie on the beach with your legs crossed to watch the sunset. Put another glass of iced mango and pineapple juice...

All in all, what a comfort!

What makes Harry most happy is that he can also play broomsticks in the manor.All it takes is an invisibility spell, and he can fly as high as he likes.Later, he even invented a new way of sunbathing, which is to suspend the broom less than an inch from the sea surface, and then lie on the broom on the back, so that you can listen to the sound of the waves and the sea wind very close, and hang your hands down for a while. It is amazing to be able to explore the sea water, touch the shells and fine white sand on the shallow seabed, and swim back in the air suspended in the air.

Harry felt that this was very comfortable, no, not long after dinner, he rode the Firebolt to the seaside, euphemistically calling it a moonbath, and he couldn't help but pull Voldemort on.Bring him and let him do as he pleases, although the place is really nice, but you can't neglect him like this!Harry thought indignantly.How do you say that he is already an adult, can't you tell him what to do?Although he tried hard to turn his attention to the view and the food, he failed every time without exception.

But Voldemort was adamant that a recliner would be more suitable for him, or spells or potions, since he didn't like brooms anyway.As a result, one of them was lying on the Firebolt, the other cast a Levitation Charm on himself, and lay side by side on the sea, looking at the stars.Harry saw a moving point of light in the sky, much like a striped hot air balloon.

"Bored?" Voldemort asked him.This was as early as he expected, but it took a little longer than he expected.It looks like Harry has grown a bit more patient...

"You know that too!" Harry snapped back annoyed.Then he gave Voldemort a suspicious look: "You brought me here just for a summer vacation, didn't you?"

Voldemort didn't answer.After a while, he said, "Did you think about the past?"

"The past is the past." Harry was silent for a while, emphasizing with certainty.He raised his eyes and stared at Voldemort. "I think you must know how we got back? After all, Salazar Slytherin mentioned it. He made me think about it."

Voldemort looked back without hesitation, a little confusion flashed in those green eyes, and then became determined.His boy is always so soft-hearted... Obviously he has never tried to live a normal life, his parents died early, and he has to face the threat of death from time to time, and all these are brought to him by himself...

"He has a heart like gold... It's rare to be able to take it and let it go." This is Slytherin's evaluation after knowing this incident.He has always felt that the description of "golden heart" is really unreliable, but he seems to be unable to find a better word.

So he could probably just make it up a little bit, like a nice summer vacation or something... Voldemort thought about it, reached out, lifted Harry off the broom, and laid him down on top of him. "It's a kind of blood magic, I believe you are familiar with it." He gently stroked Harry's hair, feeling the boy's body relax slowly.

"As expected of the founder of Hogwarts," Harry was a little uncomfortable with the new posture, but something in Voldemort's words caught his attention, "this blood magic is quite powerful." He folded his hands Supported on Voldemort's chest, "Is there still time magic? Something like a time converter... Also, why did I come back together?" He frowned as he said, "This is the most incomprehensible matter."

"It's actually a very ancient relational magic. The conditions under which it works are only limited, and you happen to be included in it." Voldemort said lightly. "That condition was, 'Give my offspring a chance.'"

"That is, trigger that magic when your life is threatened? Then give you a new chance?" Harry quickly thought of the key point.Voldemort is the last descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he himself was the one who threatened Voldemort's life, so he was sent to the time when things started to repeat.Wait, Voldemort's life was threatened?Doesn't this mean... "So you really died?" This question has been bothering him for ten years!

Voldemort nodded. "If we're not in Hogwarts, I'm dead." His voice lowered, and he looked at the people above intently: "The most correct thing I did last time was probably that I never really killed You." So it wasn't until the last trick of besieging Hogwarts that the duel happened to be within the range of Slytherin's spell.Otherwise... that's the end.

Harry felt that he should have been angry.But Voldemort was so open, so calm, and it reassured him strangely.Voldemort has been able to face the fact that he may really die, does it mean that his rationality and wisdom have returned?Or, to take it a step further, does it mean that the most dangerous dark wizard of the century has disappeared?

"When did you find out about the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry shifted his position.He hugged Voldemort with both hands, and pressed his face against his chest, and he could hear the steady beating of his heart.His intuition told him that it was after knowing these things about Slytherin that Voldemort had such an obvious change.

"Shortly before the first Christmas after entering Hogwarts." Voldemort looked at the head buried in his chest, and a warmth that he had never felt before filled the air.After all these things, his boy still believed him..." Percy said she was tired of Hogwarts, and I sent her to Greece. The pipes in the Chamber of Secrets and the black water in the pool were emptied for the first time Yes, and I found a wheel mark at the bottom of the pool."

Harry remembered that there was a pool of water under the giant statue of a Slytherin face.He also has impressions of wheel marks, there are many in the secret room of the secret room.What the wheel represents in traditional British culture is... "Destiny?" he murmured.

"If this is fate, then I am willing to believe it. Slytherin taught me not to repeat the same mistakes with his own experience, and I will not let you go." Voldemort curled his mouth and hugged Harry with his backhand. "But something like Sybill Trelawney's prophecy, I wish I'd never heard it," he added nonchalantly, apparently putting the prophecy behind him.

Listening to his gentle voice, Harry's face slowly heated up, and he couldn't help but bury his head lower.So this time there would be no bloodbath, no darkness and no death... Harry felt his heartbeat mingled with someone else's, and they couldn't tell the difference.

The two floated there quietly, maintaining their original posture.Slowly more and more light was reflected on the surface of the sea, and Harry was surprised to find that what he had seen before was indeed a hot air balloon.Many hot air balloons with colorful and different shapes float in mid-air. The flames flicker on and off. Against the dark blue night and the lights in the distance, it is very beautiful.

"Today happens to be the Hot Air Balloon Festival, right?" Harry finally thought of this in a flash of inspiration.He got up on his hands, and Voldemort removed the Levitation Charm, and they both fell into shallow, barely overwhelming water.Harry didn't care how soaked his clothes were, but he just yelled, "I've never been to such an event! You come with me... a hot air balloon is more comfortable than a broomstick, surely you wouldn't say no to that?" "

Voldemort nodded cooperatively, not saying that this method of changing the subject to liven things up was really clumsy.

Meanwhile, the North Tower of Hogwarts.

A woman with huge glasses and many shiny necklaces around her neck is shuffling cards at a table. "King of spades...an ambitious king, strong, capable of anything...King of hearts...the king's favorite, full of love and compassion..." She froze for a moment, "Two kings? The king's favorite? Oh, no, I must have miscalculated..." Professor Sybill Trelawney threw the cards on the table in annoyance, and started shuffling again.

That day was indeed Bristol's annual Balloon Fiesta.People generally fly hot air balloons twice at [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] pm, because the air flow is the most stable during this time.However, a strong wind suddenly blew up that night, which made the organizing committee's logistics rescue in a hurry.The related report published in the next day’s newspaper——“Mysterious participant overwhelms the crowd”, and the attached news picture is the only hot air balloon left in the sky after the strong wind—seems like a big wheel.