war and peace

His boy hadn't asked him that formally yet... Voldemort was intrigued. "What?"

"Teach me soul magic, everything." Harry said this long-planned request.

The smile disappeared from Voldemort's face. "what are you up to?"

"You don't want to?" Harry asked back.

"I want to know why. It's dangerous, you know." Voldemort tried to explain to him patiently.

"I thought you understood." Harry didn't make any detours with him anymore, he definitely couldn't get around Slytherin with a Gryffindor, let alone Voldemort, so he thought about the method for more than a month, and in the end he could only Straight to the point. "It's okay if you don't want to, I will learn by myself."

Voldemort was so choked that he almost couldn't breathe.Gryffindors are unreasonably stubborn, and they don't shed tears until they see the coffin. "How could I let you learn that by yourself?" He said angrily, "It's absolutely impossible!" He himself has gone so far in this area, and no one knows better than him the difficulty and hidden dangers.

Harry stared at him without blinking, "Then you agreed?" with an attitude of swearing that he would not give up until he reached his goal.

Voldemort took a deep breath, trying to persuade himself not to get angry, but to stay rational: "I can solve my own affairs. This is my responsibility from the beginning to the end, and you should not be involved." He had a headache, he knew When the boy knew this would be the reaction, he should follow the example of the old bee and not tell the truth.

"Are you regretting it? You want to say it's none of my business?" Harry stood up from his chair, walked to the table, propped his hands on the table, and stared hard at the people behind him.

"That's the truth." Voldemort stared back unflinchingly. "I can't take you on an adventure, I should bear the consequences for my own mistakes."

"After you killed my parents and created this situation, how dare you say that?" Harry demanded loudly. "After making me love you and taking my love away? Am I going to cry with gratitude? Runny nose, for the Dark Lord's rare sense of responsibility, and his spirit of sacrifice? How dare you say that!" His chest heaved, obviously angry.He didn't care about the unruly tears falling from his eyes, but just stared straight into Voldemort's black eyes.

Voldemort froze, seeing Harry cry for the first time.At the most difficult moment last time, the savior was wanted all over the world by him, so that he could only go into exile, and when his relatives, friends and classmates kept dying, he did not shed a single tear, not even a single drop. "It's not sacrificial," he murmured, reaching to wipe away the scalding droplets. "It's just that you are worthy of me...you could have lived better and longer..."

"I don't know myself, so I can live a better life after you die... Is it finally becoming a real savior, or is it finally getting rid of the possessive Dark Lord? Or, in fact Is that what you wish for?" Harry sneered ironically, turning his face away to avoid Voldemort's hand.

But Voldemort wouldn't let him.He stood up abruptly, pulled the boy's head closer, and began to kiss away the tears with his lips. "Of course not," he said, leaning into Harry's face, "I can't bear that pain even for a second...can't even imagine..." He kissed Harry softly on the cheek, from bottom to top, until Eyes, then along the bridge of the nose to the lips.

"Then teach me, okay?" Harry put his hands around the other's neck, and said between kisses, "Give up your idea of ​​taking back the soul piece... Together, we can definitely solve it..."

Voldemort tilted his head slightly, taking a deeper angle, and swallowed the rest of Harry's words.Words are weak and unable to express his current mood, he can only express his answer with actions.They kissed across a table, desperate, with an air of hope or despair.

On the Saturday before the first project, students from the third year and above are allowed to go to Hogsmeade village.Harry was in no mood to go out, but Sirius' letter made him change his mind.He asked Harry to meet at the Three Broomsticks, preferably alone, and told him the secret passage behind the statue of the foolish wizard.Harry couldn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind. Didn't Sirius tell him not to go to Hogsmeade before?

Fortunately, neither Tom nor Hermione wanted to go out, otherwise Harry would have to find some excuse to get rid of them.So on Saturday morning, the three of them separated at the entrance of the auditorium after breakfast.With the Marauder's Map in his arms, Harry examined it carefully all the way until he put on the Invisibility Cloak near the statue, then passed through a long tunnel, and finally crawled out of the cellar behind Honeydukes.

It took Harry a lot of work to dodge the people coming and going in the shop and on the street.When he finally reached the Three Broomsticks, his heart sank—someone was sitting with Sirius.He thought he knew why Sirius had changed his mind, that Dumbledore was trying to avoid Voldemort and talk to him.He didn't choose to be in the castle. Could it be that he discovered Voldemort's extraordinary control over the castle?

Harry pursed his lips, walked to the corner on tiptoe, sat on the empty seat specially set between the two of them, and lightly tapped the elbow of Sirius who was still looking around.

"Harry!" Sirius was overjoyed, "You're here! I was worried if you got lost..."

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry put on the invisibility cloak, saw Dumbledore turned his head, and replied softly, "That's only one way, how can you get lost?"

"Well, come and taste the mead I ordered for you, it's pretty good...Well, don't take off the invisibility cloak, I'll bring it to you from under the table..." Sirius said happily, his movements were very skillful, as if he couldn't see Harry had absolutely no influence on him. "How many times have I seen James disappear down here..."

"It's pretty good." Harry fixed the invisibility cloak with a spell so that it wouldn't fall off, holding warm mead in both hands, but didn't drink it. "Is there anything urgent that you have to wear an invisibility cloak to talk about?"

Sirius' expression suddenly became serious.He glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded slightly at him, "There are some things I want to confirm, um..."

Harry noticed their interaction and frowned, since they couldn't see it anyway. "What?"

"It's the Triwizard Tournament... Did you want to go to it yourself? The Dursleys are willing to sign for you?" asked Sirius, who obviously didn't have any affection for Harry's uncle and aunt.

"Yes," Harry replied quickly, and then remembered that Voldemort had given him the application, and he didn't know what method he used to get Uncle Vernon to sign it, maybe he just needs to open his mouth? "They're very nice to me now, I mean my aunt and uncle."

Sirius snorted disapprovingly. "Those Muggles..." He glanced at Dumbledore again, but didn't continue, "Are you sure about the match? If you have any questions, you must tell me."

Harry nodded, before realizing that neither of them could see. "So far so good."

"Are you still taking tutoring from Professor Roald?" Sirius continued to ask, with obvious disapproval in his tone, "I told you, he might be dangerous..."

Harry noticed that Dumbledore's expression didn't change, but he sat up subtly.Is it finally time for the main event? "Yeah, I trust him. And his tutoring is pretty good—I told you, you can see me at the Triwizard Tournament."

"But first I have to make sure you survive to the end of the game!" Sirius said angrily, "I've said it many times, why don't you believe it?"

"If Professor Roald really wants to do something bad to me, then he has plenty of opportunities. Why use such an eye-catching and troublesome method as the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry patiently explained that he knew Sirius It's all about him.

Sirius blushed, and then Dumbledore, who had been silent all this time, spoke. "Harry's right." Sirius stared at him dumbfounded, but the old man with the white beard didn't care. "Harry, do you mind if I ask a few personal questions?"

"No, Professor Dumbledore." Harry roughly guessed what the headmaster wanted to ask him.

"Thank you very much. Although this may lower your impression of me by several grades..." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I am more curious, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Gaunt in the World Cup? There is another aspect , are you and your good friend Tom really just friends?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat.Dumbledore asked so bluntly that he almost said "I know you know they are the same person". "My love." Harry thought for a while, and gave an answer that he had accurately defined.

Sirius shook his hand, and all the Cabernet Franc in his glass spilled on the table. "Harry!" He was startled and angry, and he didn't care to wipe his wet clothes, "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Harry saw that Sirius was already thinking of flipping the table, and hurriedly freed a hand to hold him down: "I will explain, but not now."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't ask the question any further. "How long have you known Mr. Gaunt?"

"Hmm... It's been a long, long time." Harry made up his mind and answered vaguely.He didn't dare to report the exact time. If he told them that it was almost 20 years ago, wouldn't he be considered insane?

Sirius was very dissatisfied: "How is this possible?"

"I said I'll explain..." Harry said reassuringly, "I know what I'm doing."

"I've endured it for a long time..." Sirius was frustrated and helpless, "I'm worried about you!"

Dumbledore's expression was already completely cautious. "Well, I only have one last question." He asked slowly, "Will you tell others about today's events?"

Others... "Yes." Harry gave him another affirmative answer.Dumbledore knew it now, he most likely knew it was Voldemort, but he was still with Voldemort, still believed in Voldemort with all his heart... what would Dumbledore think of him?Extremely disappointed?Take some necessary measures?

"Thank you, Harry." The white-bearded old man pressed his fingers on his temples, with a tired look on his face. "I'm probably wrong... I think you seem to know more than me, and understand what happened... You can go back without the invisibility cloak... But," he raised his head slightly The blue eyes seemed to be able to see through Harry's invisibility cloak, "I just hope you remember your promise."

Sirius looked at them blankly.After Harry left for a long time, he was still sitting there thinking hard: "What did Harry hide from us? I really don't understand why he believes that guy so much!" He slapped the table hard, and the proprietress Rosmer Ms. Tower gave him a very displeased look.She just wiped that table!

"We have no choice but to trust Harry now." Dumbledore's eyes fell on the still life in front of him without focus, "I hope he is right... otherwise..." Harry chose If I succeed, it will be the best ending; can I do that at that time?No, it was too late; they had no way out.

The first thing Harry did when he got back to the castle was to run to the library.He wanted to tell Voldemort the whole story, but he stopped at the library door.He finally persuaded Voldemort to teach him soul magic. If he told him the obviously suspicious behavior of the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort would have another reason to persuade him to take back the soul piece and repair the soul.

Oh, he doesn't want it!Harry said to himself in his heart, he would never let Voldemort go back on his word!He started to walk into the library again, planning in his mind to find a few more soul-related black magic books to read.If Voldemort deliberately misled him when teaching him soul magic, wouldn't that have the opposite result?This matter must be perfect, he must not allow even the slightest mistake!

And he had already found out some clues, about potions and souls... Harry entered the library, and soon found the direction of Tom and Hermione, and his steps began to become brisk.He had ordered that potion without telling Voldemort, and he had just had to find the right time to try it.But how to get Voldemort to cooperate then... Harry sat down and stared straight at some boy who was about to bury his face in a book.

"Back so soon?" Tom noticed his gaze and looked up at him.

"Well, I brought a big bag of snacks for each of you," Harry said happily, "I put them in the common room, and I'll bring them back to you."

Hermione also raised her head: "Thank you, Harry." She measured the parchment in front of her, "It's almost enough... Warriors are great, there is no need for exams, and the requirements for homework can be relaxed."

Harry laughed. "Where does this sound like something Granger should say?" He deliberately used Hermione's surname as a noun, just like Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Speechless, Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then looked down to check her paper again.

The dark-haired, dark-eyed boy watched quietly as Harry teased Hermione.If he guessed right, Dumbledore should have just called him...he didn't think the old bee could ask any pleasant questions...so, is his boy really happy, or is he just afraid of him Worried or objected to show such a smile?

To be honest, he still didn't quite agree with Harry's idea, which made him feel like he was holding the boy back - why should his boy take the risk of his magic failing?But on the other hand, the boy was also right—why give him another taste after the pain of a loss?

In any case, he wanted the boy to be happy.He is worth everything.

He means everything.