war and peace

Many of the problems that had plagued him before were resolved.

Why did the Brazilian boa constrictor in the reptile hall know another person who could speak snake language, and said that he was far behind; why Voldemort would choose the same day as him to go to Diagon Alley, and happened to meet him in Ollivander; why Voldemort would Knowing he wanted to do something to Pettigret, throwing him out just in time to make it work; why Tom was knocked out of the ensuing pain after Hermione told him he had cast a shapeless Patronus spell; why Voldemort will give him a gift at Christmas, a diary that is no longer a Horcrux; why Tom asked him so firmly that he didn't believe him, and simply walked away; As for ridiculing him for being "hypocritical" in the Death Eater meeting; why Voldemort had an impression of Hermione's cat in advance, and used it as a demonstration in tutoring;...

So this is the real problem, the reason why Voldemort knew everything - why Voldemort knew his thoughts so well that he couldn't help but give him an Occlumency book; Understand the reasons for his actions, why Voldemort hadn't killed him for so long - whoever did it first lost.

"That's the reason... the reason why you didn't send Avada Kedavra?" Harry felt his throat dry out and he couldn't speak.He said it was impossible, Voldemort could not have such extraordinary patience for his provocation, and it was impossible for Voldemort to really have the leisure to go to Hogwarts again, his purpose was to get the Ravenclaw crown has been reached later.

"I must admit, it was indeed like that in the beginning. Later, when you Animagus succeeded, I almost sent Avada Kedavra, and it turned out that it was you..." Voldemort didn't seem to want to say that he was afraid up.He stood up, walked around the table, and walked over to Harry, putting both hands on his shoulders. "I had the Lestranges prepare a little something for me before I launched an attack on you. Then there was the long process of reshaping the body and retrieving the Horcruxes (Harry's sure enough expression)... It's an experience nobody wants to relive, believe me."

Does that mean he'll never do that stupid thing again?It's also because of other reasons that I don't do anything now, for example, love?Harry pursed his lips and looked at him.Voldemort was also staring into his eyes, the pupils were pure black. "So you stayed dormant until you took back the soul fragments on Ravenclaw's crown, and then chose Easter that year?"

"Exactly." Voldemort lowered his eyes and finally smiled.His boy replied that he would no longer be obsessed with the past, but was willing to walk on the road ahead with him.

Voldemort himself is very handsome, usually his expressionless face can attract passers-by to look at him twice, and when he smiles, he can turn his head back and count [-]%.Harry was dazzled by the effect like the first snow and ice, reluctantly averted his eyes, and complained loudly: "Then I don't have any privacy! It's not fair!"

"Don't forget, you used Instinct on me, and I haven't done it before." Voldemort said with a smile, his head bowed.

Harry was momentarily at a loss for words.Seeing that Voldemort was getting closer and closer, he retorted uncomfortably: "Forget it at the beginning, I will see so many things later, how dare you say that you are not releasing water? Huh? Don't let me see the end!" He suddenly thought of something, reached out to grab the other party's collar, and tried to make his tone fierce: "Honestly, what did you see in the Mirror of Erised? Why can't you let me see it?"

Voldemort swept the hand on his chest, and the smile deepened on his face.The boy is the only one who dares to show his teeth and claws at him like this. "I can't tell you that," he saw Harry raise his eyebrows in satisfaction, "but I can do it..."

Harry was caught off guard by a kiss.When they parted, he could only press against each other's chest and gasp for breath, and he didn't know when the hand holding the collar turned into a hug. "You haven't finished," Harry asked reluctantly, "what's the matter with your appearance and age?"

"Same as the self-awareness of being able to control two bodies at the same time, this may be a sequela after splitting and merging the soul." Voldemort looked at the person in his arms, with a smile on his face all the time.

Harry looked up sharply and stared at him for a long time. "Listen to your description..." he exclaimed in disbelief, "Can this be called sequelae?" If split souls can become more handsome and younger after fusion, he believes that everyone is willing to try it, regardless of the need Words of powerful magical power and painful process.

"You've only scratched the surface," said Voldemort, still smiling, as if what he was about to mention didn't matter. "I can't say how long this will last, no one has ever tried before—maybe three years, maybe 30 years, or I will return to my real age in a blink of an eye...and soul magic will affect my lifespan, maybe I won't have a few years to live...everything is unknown."

Harry had never been so shocked.Voldemort told him himself that he might die soon... "No," he began to shake his head after a long while and murmured, "No! Don't you still have soul fragments on me? If you want to die, we will Together." The last sentence, Harry said firmly.

Voldemort looked at him deeply.He seemed to be back on the eve of the final battle again. He was standing in the Hogwarts auditorium, and Harry, who thought he had been killed by the death curse, appeared again holding a hawthorn wand—he had the same resolute expression at that time. , saying, "...just you and me. Both cannot live, only one survives, and one of us is going to leave forever..."

But it sounds like a world of difference!

At that time, he was at the end of his rope, the loyal Death Eaters had almost died in battle, and most of the people around to watch him duel with the Savior were the Order of the Phoenix and those who supported them; but now, his boy told him, death He won't be alone, because they will be together, always...

Voldemort was so shaken that he had to lift his head to force back the moisture from the corners of his eyes.When he looked at Harry again, his expression had returned to normal, "Silly boy..." His voice changed into the soft tone Harry was familiar with before, "I said, it's just a possibility." Chul's thoughts began to take shape in his head...the boy was young...he'd lived long enough anyway to earn a chance at a fresh start; It's not too bad to be able to say something like "We're going to die together", isn't it?

"Really?" Harry looked at him dubiously.Then why did he have a weird feeling that he was about to be left behind... Voldemort seemed to have made an important decision, but he didn't know it.

Voldemort looked into the boy's beautiful emerald eyes, nodded, and took the man into his arms. "If you learn how to use one mind at the same time, you will probably be able to control two humanoid states at the same time like me."

"Is this also a side effect of splitting the soul?" Harry asked, his voice muffled as his face was covered against his chest.

"Yes." Voldemort raised his hand to smooth the boy's hair. They were much more obedient now after drinking the special potion.He wanted to take back the last piece of soul in the boy and himself, and return the piece of soul in himself that did not belong to him.But it's best to do it secretly, Harry knows how to get angry... He didn't accept it before for his own insurance, but now, the Avada Kedavra is actually the fastest way to achieve his goal, but with it on the boy Judging by his erratic performance, he'd be better off looking elsewhere.

Harry fell silent.The uneasiness in his heart was lingering, and he couldn't help but hug Voldemort tightly.

"In fact, splitting the soul is not all a side effect," Voldemort felt that he probably shouldn't tell the boy the truth about the soul curse, which made the boy so nervous now, and he tried to divert the boy's attention, "Look, on the Sorting Hat of Deception is Isn't it pretty useful?"

He succeeded, and Harry raised his head from his arms, his eyes changed from astonishment to understanding: "You used Occlumency to cut off the connection between the hat and your soul, and let it watch my soul movie! I'll just say ! You're a Slytherin through and through - and it should know that even if it touches a hair on your head!"

Voldemort laughed, "If you use the Dark Lord's soul, it's impossible to be assigned to the same college as the Savior anyway, right?"

That night, Harry had a dream all night.He dreamed that Voldemort was rapidly aging due to the backlash of magic, and then he smiled and told him to live a good life before he died.It was just before dawn when he woke up, covered in cold sweat, and his pajamas were soaked.Because he was so worried, he hurried to Tom's bed next door to have a look.It wasn't until he was sure it was just a nightmare that he remembered that he hadn't even wiped off the sweat on his forehead.

Never let this kind of thing happen in front of him!Harry couldn't sleep anymore, and he was cold, so he took his clothes and took a shower.The hot water faucet in the shape of a lion's head rattled on, and Harry looked through the hazy mist at the long, dark blue sky outside the floral window.He has to hurry up...

Harry had showered and dressed in the pale dawn light, then tiptoed out of the dormitory and down the stairs to the common room.As soon as the door closed, Tom, lying on the bed, opened his eyes.He half stood up and looked at Harry's empty bed, his brows furrowed into one.He really shouldn't tell the boy the truth, even if he finally finds out and gets furious, it's a foregone conclusion... But if he doesn't say it, will he hear the boy's promise like the sound of heaven?Would he ever think of such a decision?

Weeks passed like this.The Potions professor was still the same, but he seemed to have changed since he was in the fourth year, and everyone in the castle was amazed at the change.The Defense Against the Dark Arts class slowly became the most controversial class, because Professor Roald mentioned some points like the usefulness of black art in the class from time to time.But it is beyond reproach, he is still the most popular professor at Hogwarts, the students all think he knows too much, they have never been exposed to such a wonderful course before, not to mention that the professor himself is a very rich individual Charismatic youth.

If anything has changed, both Harry and Tom have a new title: Prince of Slytherin.It was given to Fred and George, who agreed that the Slytherins were acting weird.Asking Harry, he also said that he didn't know why, and Tom was always expressionless. They could only attribute it to the fact that the little poisonous snakes in Slytherin must have been poisoned collectively and broke their heads.And the title of Prince Slytherin was given to two Gryffindor students, which didn't even arouse their rebound or objection. It really... made the students of the other three houses dumbfounded.

By the time the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament was posted on the bulletin board, it was almost the end of October.The Hogwarts students forgot about everything else for a while, and there was talk of entry for the competition everywhere.

One night, when Harry, Tom and Hermione returned to the common room together, they found the twins showing off their new aging potion.

"Our mother wouldn't sign us...fortunately there's this," said Fred, shaking the vial.

"Yeah, we're just a few months away from reaching legal age... just a few drops!" George looked eagerly.

The movement of the opening of the portrait opening startled them. "Aha, our Prince Slytherin is back!" George jumped over and put his arms around Harry's shoulders, "Gryffindor's golden seeker, the famous savior, you haven't told us that you participated in three Is it a strong competition?"

Fred shook his head at him. "Now that you know the titles, you should know that Harry will certainly be there. Am I right, Harry?"

"Yes," said Harry, glancing at Tom, "my uncle has signed the application."

"Ah, that's great... But, even if you will participate, we won't give up! Let's see who the Goblet of Fire will choose... a thousand gold galleons!" George's eyes sparkled, as if he had seen that A shining mountain of gold.

Harry ignored them and took the vial from Fred's hand. "Aging agent?" he repeated.

"Yeah, what? You don't need it." Fred looked at him a little strangely.

"Oh, I just wanted to say, you have to be careful about Professor Dumbledore's age limit." Harry smiled, returned the things to the twins, and went upstairs.

"Hey, man, you've been hanging out with Hermione too long!" Fred and George yelled after him, giggling.Hermione, who was just about to nod, gave the twins a blank stare, and then climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitory.