war and peace

As soon as they landed, they were surrounded by crowds swarming up.

"Hey, seriously, that's too fast, Harry!" Harry managed to persuade the students around him to turn to the auditorium, and Hermione finally found a vacant seat next to him. "I thought it would take a while, so I specially brought some food..." She stared at Harry with her round eyes, with regret and pride in her expression, "It's useless at all! You are amazing!" She She jumped up and gave him a tight hug.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry smiled happily, hugged her back, and then turned to look at Tom beside him.The black-haired boy pursed his lips tightly, without any expression on his face. "Tom?" Harry asked suspiciously, following his line of sight to his and Hermione's still-linked arms.

Hermione looked between the two of them and raised her eyebrows: "Harry can perform so well, Tom, you have contributed a lot!" Before she could finish speaking, she let go of Harry, and turned to Hugged Tom tightly.

Uh... Harry stared at the scene dumbfounded.Even though it was early summer, there was something in the air that made people feel chilly.Voldemort didn't seem too pleased.In fact, he didn't really think that Hermione's actions would make Voldemort angry, she was the only person who knew about their relationship so far... why on earth was that?

Hermione looked at Tom, whose mouth was tightly shut, and noticed that he was not in a good mood. "You two, what do you mean if you just don't talk? Does it show that you have a good heart? Do you want to be so serious about sex and despise friends!" She purposely muttered angrily. "Let's go, although we can't attend the dance party, the buffet reception is quite exciting..." She pushed them as she spoke, and the three of them walked towards the auditorium together.

In fact, Tom, aka Voldemort, was in as bad a mood as it said on his face.Just as Harry thought, he was not angry because of Hermione, but because he found that Harry's excellent performance in the Quidditch match attracted more people's attention, or that Quidditch created Such an opportunity—to transform the previous attention into a kind of admiration... He originally wanted to make Harry happy, but in the end this goal was achieved, but there were side effects... The most obvious is the other two colleges. Seeker, this is really not good news for him... and this situation may intensify... There is only one guarantee now, the Slytherin Seeker will not come to join him... Humph , if little Malfoy dares to do this, he is willing to make an example... He has learned the lesson, the savior is really charming, he should have expected this a long time ago...

When they arrived at the auditorium, they found that it had become a completely strange look.There were only two of the four college long tables left, and they were all placed on the side, filled with all kinds of exquisite snacks.Needless to say, soft drinks, there are also many rare alcoholic beverages, and the air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance.Many students stared brightly at the food that had never been served on the Hogwarts dining table, eager to try it.

"Try some of this, it's good." Everyone was starving, so after Dumbledore's brief opening remarks, everyone couldn't wait to start filling their stomachs.Noticing that Tom didn't seem to have much appetite, Harry forked him a piece of rose-colored berry cake.

Tom raised his eyelids and saw his shadow in the green eyes of the person opposite, and his unhappiness subsided a little.What about the boy's first love?What about the champions of the Goblet of Fire?His boy has only him in his heart now, no doubt about it.Does anyone dare to rob him of the boy?He wants to see who has the courage to take action.

"Okay, thank you." Thinking about this, Tom ate the candied fruit directly with the silver fork that Harry stretched out, "It's really good." He smiled slightly.Harry concealed his sudden heartbeat, and retracted his hand as if nothing happened.

Hermione, who watched the whole scene, groaned and covered her eyes, held the plate with her other hand, and immediately made a wise decision: she must stay away from these two people.She hypnotized herself as she walked away, she didn't see anything, she didn't see anything... But although I don't know why Tom thought of something so fast, it's a good thing not to be angry, isn't it?This kind of matter still needs to be resolved internally by the parties involved, and she will not work part-time as a light bulb...

Time passed quickly, and Harry felt that he hadn't had enough, and the surrounding candles were extinguished, leaving only the central three-tier candelabra to illuminate the circular area.People seem to be more interested in dancing on the dance floor than eating.Harry noticed just now that many senior girls barely moved the things on the table, probably because they were afraid that the waist of the dress would be lifted up.They stood together in twos and threes, laughing from time to time.And the boys are consciously or unconsciously distributed between them and the professional players - they are all at the specially provided wine table - to block the line of sight, in case they can't get a dance partner.

"Hey, Harry!" Fred came out from nowhere and patted him on the shoulder. "What a pity, you are only in the third grade, otherwise..." He shook his head regretfully.

"Otherwise what?" Harry was confused.

Fred was wearing a dark green robe, a little worn in style and color, but he didn't seem to care about it at all. "George and I happened to be standing near the headmaster and Mr. McMacle just now, and we heard them discussing who to lead the dance..." He winked at Harry, "Mr. McMacle seems to like you very much, and he suggested that Wood go with you. But Professor Dumbledore said, you are only in the third year, and you have already made enough limelight in this competition." He looked at Harry, resentful, "But you do have that strength!"

Harry laughed.Whether Dumbledore thought he was too showy and prone to complacency, or something else, he didn't care.He would rather play Quidditch than lead the dance.It's enough to have that kind of thing once, and it's still not a very good memory. "I don't care, really."

Fred shook his head, seemingly unable to understand why Harry had accepted it so calmly. "You think so? Well then..." Suddenly the music started. "Oh, the ball is on! I'm still betting with George on who can get the girl first... I have to hurry..." With an anxious expression on his face, he got into the crowd again and disappeared.

Harry took a glass of pumpkin juice—in fact, he would have preferred a glass of wine, and leaned lazily against the wall, watching Wood slip into the dance floor with a beautiful Gryffindor girl on his arm, so nervous that he dared not put his hands on her. The waist is supported by Xu.He pursed his lips and smiled, and his performance was not much better than Wood's performance back then.

"Don't you want to dance?" Tom came over and asked in a low voice.

Harry shrugged, "That's pretty good." He suddenly smelled a familiar smell, sweet fruit mixed with a strange toasty smell, and his eyes could not help but fall on the cup in the hand of the person next to him. "This will be discovered!" He was a little shocked, "...whiskey!" It is impossible for Hogwarts to provide students with this kind of strong alcohol, and it is the best...

"I'm not really a third grader," said Tom casually, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a sip. "There are so many people, they won't notice this."

Harry glared at him.The dim light of the candlelight hit his face, those black eyes were looking around casually, the straight bridge of the nose cast a shadow on his cheeks, and there was some slight watery light on his thin lips.Harry closed his eyes and reached out to snatch the square crystal goblet.

"You can't," Tom was startled by Harry's action, and reached out to take the cup back, "Forgot the lesson?"

"I'm not really a third-year student." Harry ignored him, and sniffed the glass of wine on his own, then put his lips on the rim of the glass, "I can't bear your glass, or the wine? Or, you Same as Dumbledore?"

Tom couldn't laugh or cry.Dumbledore is now in a very awkward situation, on the one hand he can't trust Harry completely, on the other hand he can't help protecting him, whether it's because of the prophecy or something else.The boy seemed tired of being kept hidden or protected all the time and wanted to do something of his own.

"I just asked Knott to find two exhibition teams. It's better to give the students a chance..." Harry was trying to drink some whiskey when a voice suddenly sounded close to his ear. "It now looks like someone may have done it..."

... Knott?Isn't it the one who took the lead in attacking him last time?Then he was taught a lesson by Voldemort?It turned out that his transfer from the Ministry of Magic's Experimental Spells Committee to the Department of International Magical Cooperation had such a use... Harry frowned as he took a sip of wine as he thought about it, feeling it burning from his mouth to his stomach.In this way, he had a vague feeling before, and it was indeed right.But what he didn't expect was that some of these arrangements might be made for him...

"Actually, it has nothing to do with you. It was me who vented my anger." Harry found that he didn't know when it started, he was no longer able to hide his emotions in front of Voldemort, and he was always used to him.He seemed to have yelled at Voldemort the first time he entered the Chamber of Secrets, when they were still hostile. "Maybe I need to change my bad temper..." It's always easy to get angry at the people around you...

"I'm glad, Harry." Tom gazed at him deeply.People were always trying to hide their real thoughts from him, and he used to think that was a sign of his majesty and strength, but he was tired of it.Perhaps it is not wrong to say that it is not friends who understand each other best, but enemies.

Harry turned his head, feeling something boil deep inside him.Perhaps it was the strong drink he had just drunk? "Let's go dance." He put his hand around Tom's neck and drew him in front of him, adding, "I want to see you."

If the second half of the sentence is heard by others, they must think that Harry is drunk.But these two seemingly irrational things, plus Harry's movements, were enough for Tom - Voldemort - to know what he wanted to do.He walked outside with Harry half in his arms, looking as if Harry was ill. "Disappearing under the noses of so many people... always gives me trouble." He complained half-truthfully.Harry buried his head on his chest, and managed to hold back the smile in his voice: "...Sorry..." Tom finally resisted the urge to pinch his waist, and sighed helplessly.

They stumbled out of the auditorium, turned into a deserted corridor, and immediately disapparated.This time, Harry really experienced how to apparate in Hogwarts, and he still couldn't believe it until he got to the Chamber of Secrets: "Why can you...?"

"As I said, this is Slytherin's castle." Voldemort returned to his original appearance, suddenly taller than Harry by a lot.He bent slightly, facing Harry's face: "The master always has some unusual privileges, you should understand."

Harry stared blankly.He was about to say something, but unfortunately someone didn't give him this chance, so some lips stuck to it.The familiar sandalwood fragrance enveloped him, and the feeling of being ready to move from the auditorium was satisfied.He turned his head and hooked his neck hard, feeling the force of Voldemort's hand on the back of his head.He closed his eyes, and his lips and tongue seemed to have their own consciousness, sometimes intertwined and sometimes separated.

When they separated gasping for breath, their bodies were still hugging each other, and this time they successfully wiped the gun and misfired again. "Are you going to use your hands all the time?" Harry gasped, "Don't tell me I'm too young!" He's already an adult, it's just that his body can't keep up with the age of his soul!

Voldemort smiled lowly, and hugged him a little tighter. "When you grow to my height..." He gestured to the side of his ear with his hand.

Harry was furious when he saw it. "Just wait," he said through gritted teeth, "I can grow there next year, maybe even taller!"

Voldemort didn't speak, he picked up Harry, put him on the round table in the room, and started to untie his robes.When Voldemort was half-kneeling by the table, with his hand still on his crotch, Harry finally realized what he was about to do, and he was incoherent in shock: "You... this..." He tried to jump off the table, "By the way, dance ! Let's go out to the hall..." His eyes rolled around, looking for more reasons: "Also, Slytherin is here!"

But Voldemort held him tightly. "Isn't it too late to say that now? Who didn't want to use their hands just now?" He raised the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be shining dark red, more like flames. "As for my ancestor, don't worry, he's gone out and can't see anything."

Harry gaped.Well, although he has been trying to catch up or equalize Voldemort, this is not something that can be done in a while.So before that, he had always had the consciousness of being suppressed—although he was very unambitious, he really didn't have the strength to overwhelm Voldemort.Besides, it never occurred to him that Voldemort would be willing to do such a thing... but he would soon be unable to think about these questions...

Festival Four Burning Flame