war and peace

January unknowingly turned into February, and the weather outside the school was still icy and snowy.But like so many times before, the low temperature can't take away the pink flavor that is unique to Valentine's Day.The number of greeting cards Harry received more than doubled from last year. He didn't know if it was because of the glasses or the Quidditch.The same is true for Tom, and even a senior Slytherin girl gave him a soundless bird, which sang a poem to him with its last beautiful voice.The people in the whole common room were attracted and extremely envious, but the person involved was indifferent and just tapped the wand to make the dead bird disappear.

"It's really a luxury. She used the voice of nature that many people will never hear in their lifetime, and she used it to send a love letter!" Hermione half-covered her mouth and clicked her tongue.She opened her eyes today, and it turned out that she could still be like this... She turned to look at Harry who was sitting nearby.But couldn't the girl see that Tom wasn't interested in anyone other than Harry?

Tom said nothing.He didn't intend to open the letter in public, but he didn't expect that there was a timed spell attached to the gift.The voice of Jueyinniao was clear and distant, saying that it was impossible not to attract the attention of others.He frowned slightly, an overly high-profile move that would draw unnecessary attention.And, let's be honest, with decades of scavenging, combined with the treasures brought in by the Death Eaters, he's likely to be rich in rare treasures.An unimpressed girl, a blue spotted bird, trying to win the Dark Lord's heart?The difficulty seems a bit big...

But not everyone agreed with him, at least Harry and most of the other Gryffindors thought it was a well-intentioned gift.The Jueyin bird does not sing once all its life, until the moment of death, it makes a long shriek, calling out all the sounds it has heard in its life, starting with the most beautiful sound.Just now it read a poem from beginning to end, it can be seen that it has heard those voices in its whole life.It will take a lot of thought... Harry thought sourly, this is completely inferior...

Originally, on New Year's Eve, Voldemort didn't find out that he was going to return the Soulstone ring, which made Harry secretly rejoice for a long time.Later, he realized that it was Voldemort's birthday, and he regretted it even more.Harry also knew something about Voldemort's life experience, but it was not a good memory anyway.On such a day, he didn't prepare a birthday present, but instead made him more worried, Harry felt very sorry.

The most recent holiday is Valentine's Day. Harry considered a lot of ideas, and finally secretly ordered raw materials such as roasting machines and cocoa beans, and studied chocolate making in the Room of Requirement-Harry never thought that the Room of Requirement would one day be able to Come in handy for this.But now...

After the lights went out for the night, Harry lay on his back in bed.Thinking of what he didn't give away today, he couldn't help but sighed heavily.He often cooked at his aunt's house before, and the ingredients he bought were all top-notch, so even though it was his first time making chocolate, the taste was okay; as for the appearance, you really can't ask for too much, can you?He originally wanted to give it away happily, but compared with the birds that others don't know when they started raising, it is simply far behind...

"Ugh..." Harry sighed, opening his eyes.He turned over, not wanting to see the undelivered gift box next to the pillow.

"What are you sighing for?" A voice suddenly came from the darkness.With a jerk, Harry sat up immediately and looked over to the bed.Sure enough, someone was sitting there with a faint light shining from the tip of the wand in his hand. "It's nothing..." Harry didn't know why Voldemort appeared at this time, so he could only answer vaguely.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.He could see that Harry was putting him off, but he didn't want to dwell on that right now. "I thought you were going to give me something..."

The voice was very soft, but Harry's heart skipped a beat.Haven't you received enough gifts?He slandered in his heart, but he was not inferior to me.So he insisted: "Why should I send it?"

"Should I throw it again?" Voldemort said suddenly.

Harry didn't react for a while, seeing Voldemort's sideways body, he didn't know what he wanted to do, and then he realized that his goal was the gift box. "No!" Harry panicked, reaching out to snatch it back, "It's mine!"

"Your?" Voldemort put his arm against him and smiled rather playfully.He thought someone had given it to Harry, and Harry put it so cherished on the bed, which made him very unhappy.It turned out that when I got it, I found that the card on it was written with my name on it.

"..." Harry realized that it was hopeless to snatch it back, so he simply turned his head aside, without saying a word.Now he was completely humiliated.

"Why don't you want me to see it?" Voldemort continued in his soft tone. "Do you know that I was only waiting for this gift from the beginning to the end?" He lifted the lid and saw a dozen neatly arranged dark chocolate... balls inside?Um?or block?

Harry blushed.He heard voices and knew that Voldemort had seen his shapeless bonbons.If the hidden things are discovered, there is no point for him to twitch. "I know it's ugly...just laugh at me!" Harry said angrily.

Did you sneakily make chocolate a few days ago?He thought his boy was doing something forbidden behind his back.Voldemort curled the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and put one in his mouth. "Sweet." He commented.

Harry looked at him in surprise. "I made gin-filled dark chocolate..." Voldemort didn't look like a dessert person, so he added light gin, one of the milder whiskeys.Fearing that the wine will leak out, it is also the main reason for the unsightly shape of the final product.But anyway, neither gin nor dark chocolate is sweet, right?

Voldemort couldn't help laughing at Harry's suspicious look. "It's the first time I've received something made by you!" he said emphatically. "Don't you think I shouldn't feel this way?"

Harry blushed looking at him.The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and it could be said that they were affectionate.He finally made up his mind and said very clearly: "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.The light from the wand faintly hit the bed curtain, but the brilliance in those eyes was never covered by the night.He reached out to hug the boy, put his lips to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Harry hugged his waist back, relieved by the warmth from the other person.He suddenly remembered their first contact in the Chamber of Secrets, when Voldemort's fingers and breath were cold.But why is it different now?Is it because of a change in relationship?Putting his head on Voldemort's shoulder, he suddenly thought of something, so he pretended to ask casually, "What about my gift?"

Voldemort chuckled, and Harry felt a shock in his chest. "I thought you wouldn't mention this to me, after all, you are so shy..." Hearing this, Harry tightened his hands around Voldemort's waist to express his dissatisfaction.

But Voldemort's next question was completely unexpected to Harry. "Can you make it to the Quidditch final?"

"Of course." Although he didn't understand why Voldemort asked such a question, Harry still answered.Aside from a strong team combination and a perfect broom, he still has almost ten years of Quidditch experience. Not surprisingly, he will definitely be able to ensure that the Gryffindor team wins by a large margin in every match.

"Remember to behave well at that time, and you will know what I am sending you." Voldemort opened the distance between them, and kissed Harry lightly on the cheek, his eyes were like deep oceans, and there was a gentle touch Pushed up to the shore in waves.Fascinated, Harry leaned over and rubbed his head on Voldemort's shoulder.Voldemort had never been interested in Quidditch, and Harry didn't know why he'd suddenly let himself play well in the game.But since he said so, there must be a reason for doing so.

In the next game, Hufflepuff College narrowly beat Slytherin College, and the Slytherin team seemed to have a little coordination error.Then, on Easter Eve, Gryffindor met their second rival on the tour, Ravenclaw.If they can be defeated, then the final will be between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

Race day was a mild spring day, cool and sunny with little wind.Harry was up early in the morning, he walked into the auditorium with his Firebolt, and it was important to enjoy a good breakfast before the game.

"I used to hope that Qiu Zhang wasn't in good shape. There might be something wrong with her injuries... But she has fully recovered... She is riding a Comet 260. Compared with the Firebolt, it is a joke..." Wood He highly praised the Firebolt, and he tirelessly explained the tactics to Harry, "The overall strength of the Ravenclaw team is similar to ours, so it's not a good way to procrastinate... and you and Qiu Zhang have obvious advantages, so strive for speed." Make a quick decision and try to increase the score... This way our pressure in the final will be much less..."

"I see, Oliver!" Harry had to interrupt Wood's speech, as many people began to gather around the Gryffindor table to get a closer look at his new broom.The last time I played against Slytherin, I had concealed the existence of the Firebolt for tactical reasons, and the weather was so bad that I couldn't even see people, let alone brooms.So this is the first time it has appeared in public, and it is inevitable to cause a sensation.

Harry was extremely satisfied to find that the Slytherin table was completely silent.It is estimated that they only now know an important reason for the loss of the last game. Of course, they still don't know that a large part of the credit is Voldemort's.But Draco Malfoy looked calm, as if he already knew something.Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students kept coming to watch, and Wood purposely placed the Firebolt in the middle, with the sign facing outwards.Soon a sharp-eyed person noticed the hand-engraved code on the broom handle, and was even more shocked: "001! Merlin, is this the first Firebolt?"

Even the Ravenclaws had to admit that their odds were not good this time. "I didn't expect you to have a Firebolt..." It was Qiu Zhang who said this, and she came over in the crowd with an admiring expression on her face, "Even if I lose, I have a very good reason, Isn't it? Harry?" She was standing right next to Harry and gave him a mischievous wink.

Qiu? Zhang was his first love last time, and now she actually took the initiative to talk to him, and she looks so pretty when she smiles...Harry was flattered, and he pretended to be annoyed on purpose: "If you're asking me to release water, I'm still I'm really hesitant..."

"You're so funny!" Qiu Zhang giggled, "But even if you have a Firebolt, I will definitely do my best, and I hope you will do the same." Harry nodded and watched the girl return to Ravenclaw's table side.He used to be so nervous that he couldn't speak when he saw Qiu, but now he can easily joke with her, he is really surprised.

"She is very beautiful, but Harry, you can't show mercy to her just because of this!" Wood was clearly in the crowd, but he seemed to be watching all directions and listening to all directions. He heard all the conversation between Harry and Qiu just now.

Harry said amusedly: "Don't be nervous, Oliver, I was only joking!"

"That's good..." Wood breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "We are going to win the championship this time, and nothing can stop us!" After he finished speaking, he squeezed into the crowd of onlookers again, Prevent someone from breaking the Firebolt.

Wood was always so worried... Harry shook his head and sat down to continue eating his breakfast.But it seems that Wood is not the only one who cares about those words.

"A little hesitant? Huh?" Tom, who was sitting next to him, lowered his voice.

Harry froze.He looked at the other person's expression and put down the croissant bag in his hand. "Did you hear it? I said it too, just kidding..."

Tom snorted softly, a little disapprovingly. "I think you're very happy." About the matter that Qiu took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.What Oliver Wood didn't know, like the first love girl, he knew everything.

"Yeah," Harry said, and he noticed Tom's face darken.What's going on here?He rolled his eyes, could it be...Harry couldn't laugh or cry: "The previous things are over, and now we are just ordinary friends."

Tom looked better now.