war and peace

After Transfiguration class on Thursday, Professor McGonagall announced the news of the dance.While this excited the Gryffindor students, they also began to wonder why Harry could predict these things.Some people think that, as a big showman, a referee like Ludo Bagman must be willing to tell Harry the next procedure (Bagman is indeed willing, if he really understands the rules and procedures), For example, the twin brothers; as for the canary biscuits, either they were not doing well enough to be discovered, or they were accidentally overheard when they were talking in private; the final problem is the golden egg, which may be because Harry suddenly opened what Professor Trelawney called the Sky Eye?

"If you say that, even they won't believe it?" Harry listened to Hermione and him describe what happened after he and Tom left, as well as the speculation after the Transfiguration class, and asked amusedly but helplessly.

It was Harry's first weekend since his dragon crossing, and they sat in their usual places in the corner of the library, stacking their books high so that Mrs Pince, the librarian, could not see them talking.

"That's hard to say, you don't know how much Lavender and Parvati believe in this." Hermione continued, and stopped flipping through the thick book in her hand. "By the way, this book is really good, and the magic taught in it is very useful!" She stood up the book, revealing the words "On Defense Magic" on the spine, her eyes shining brightly: "Especially the closed brain." technique, isn't it?"

Harry had been stunned by Hermione's intelligence more than once, so the fact that she figured out why he was bringing the book to her was something he'd expected.But Hermione's speed at learning magic is amazing, it's only been about three months... He looked at Tom, who was also staring at him with black eyes.you say?I said?

"Whatever you want to ask, just say it." Harry closed the densely written grimoire in his hand, raised his hand and cast a secrecy spell around them.This ensures that what they say cannot be heard by a fourth person, and it looks as if they are still trying to read a book.

Hermione looked at the two calm people in front of her, and said dissatisfiedly: "Now you are willing? I told you that you are weird... If you need me to keep it a secret, then teach me this earlier!" After she complained, her expression Suddenly became gossip: "Let me finish talking first, and then tell me, is it right?"

She's about to explode, she's always been a very curious witch...Harry and Tom exchanged another look and nodded.

Hermione nodded in satisfaction, and began to tell them what she had guessed: "First, Tom and that Mr. Gaunt are the same person, although I don't understand how you do it;" She turned to the raised eyebrow Tom. Nodded, "Second, you enjoy great prestige in Slytherin, and you are probably a former Slytherin student; third," she deliberately put on a vicious look, "you must have more You didn't tell me the secret!"

"Papa papa", Tom clapped slowly three times, with a strange smile on his face. "As expected of Miss Know-It-All, everything you said is correct. I only have one thing to add, that is, your beloved Professor Roald is also me."

Hermione stared at him dumbfounded.In just two short sentences, Tom has successfully changed from his youthful appearance to their handsome Professor Roald, and finally settled on the appearance of Mr. Gaunt, whom she hadn't seen a few times.

"Oh—no!" Hermione blushed quickly when she belatedly remembered that she had shown a nympho in front of her beloved professor himself. "I... I don't know! Professor, please forget some things from the past!" This was really unexpected, and it was so embarrassing!Hermione wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself immediately.

Now it was Harry's turn to press his forehead.He glared at the original Voldemort, and had to add two secrecy spells.The magic power of the Advanced Transformation Curse fluctuated too much, and stronger secrecy measures were needed to cover up such a situation.Moreover, Voldemort's return to his true colors meant that he had to explain to Hermione the thorny question of why Tom was the Dark Lord.Although it was a matter of time, he still hoped that he could delay for a moment... well, he only hoped that Hermione would know not to break up with him in the future.

"So?" Hermione managed to shake off those embarrassing emotions, "You really belong to Slytherin, which also explains why you don't like to add points to Gryffindor House... you will be included in the Gryffindor estimate It's because of Harry..." She gave Harry a sharp look, "Look at the respectful attitude of the Slytherins! And those wizards who bowed during the Hogsmeade and Quidditch World Cups! So such a Who is that person? I don’t know for no reason, such a person is enough to appear in the history books of magic!”

She remembered almost immediately... Harry's throat felt dry. "You're right, Hermione. He did appear in the history books of magic, and more than one." Fortunately, he added two more spells just now, otherwise Hermione's scream when she guessed it might be enough to upset Hogg Watts roof.

Hermione stared at Harry, frowning. "No, it's impossible. I've read the modern history of wizards three times, and I haven't found such a young, influential, and powerful Slytherin wizard... In fact, the closest and most qualified one is Mysterious Man, "She swallowed subconsciously, "But it's impossible, he can't be so young, and even though Sirius told you to be careful with him, in fact he has disappeared for a long time..." Her voice became weaker and weaker , unable to continue, the expression on his face turned into extreme astonishment.

From the moment she said that name, the two people in front of her were nodding at her.Harry had a resigned look of "that's it", while Mr. Gaunt looked at her with a look of approval: "I want to correct me, my name is not the mysterious man, but Voldemort. But , if Miss Granger is willing to use the title Dark Lord, I won't mind either."

Hermione froze. "It's impossible!" Her eyes were rolling between Harry and Voldemort, and it took a long time to find her voice: "This is absolutely impossible! Tom and Professor Roald are not like Mysterious Men at all! Moreover, The relationship between the mysterious man and the savior can't be...?!" She couldn't say that word, which completely subverted her worldview and outlook on life!

The mysterious man and the savior share the same bedroom?The mysterious man tutoring the savior?The mysterious man and the savior... love each other?Hermione couldn't imagine it anymore, "You must be lying to me," she murmured, "April Fool's Day is still far away...and this joke is not funny at all!"

But she already believed half of it in her heart.Such influence and appeal...Extremely profound and extensive magical knowledge...Harry and Tom had been quarreling bumps and bumps, and for some time asked her to break off friendship with Tom for no reason...If this is the case, those who used to seem Very strange things can be explained.

Hermione sank back on the back of her chair, put her hands over her eyes, and let out a groan, "I can't believe it!"

"But you have already believed it..." Voldemort said playfully, "You accepted it faster than I thought, maybe you are the only one who understands the whole of Gryffindor." He looked at Harry as he spoke, his tone changed So softly: "Of course, my boy is an exception."

"I must emphasize, I believe in Harry, not you!" Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him completely unbearably: "You are completely different from what the book says! You really are... Old devil?" She obviously used all her strength to control her unaccustomed trembling, and then decided to change her name, "Will he speak to the savior in this tone?"

"As you can see." Voldemort spread his hands very calmly, then pulled Harry, who was watching Hermione carefully, and planted a kiss on his forehead; then, Harry blushed quickly, and did not stop willing or against.

what did she seeA tender version of the Dark Lord and the Savior?Merlin, this world is too crazy, please give her a wall!Hermione stared at them, and couldn't help but bury her head in the book in front of her, clenched her hands into fists and pounded endlessly on the table.Fortunately, Harry took precautions, otherwise the movement would definitely attract Mrs. Pince.

I have to say that Hermione's psychological quality is indeed very good.From the time he told her the truth until the last week of term, Harry hadn't seen her act out of control other than pounding on the table at the beginning, only occasionally seeing them with trance-eyed eyes. "I have lived peacefully and safely with Voldemort, who is said to be pure blood supremacy, for more than three years!" She once secretly said to Harry, "Is everything in the book false? Or is it just temporary? "

"No, he's just a bit of a psychological shadow left over from his childhood." Harry said, looking at the lake not far outside the corridor.They are surprisingly similar in some ways, they are both orphans, they both want to be recognized... It's just that they choose different ways to express themselves.

Hermione smacked her mouth. "It sounds like you know a lot about his upbringing," she said with relief, "I'm relieved then...you don't look like Imperius Curse or anything."

Harry knew that this kind of thing couldn't make her fully understand at once, there was too much going on between them. "Thanks, Hermione," he said sincerely.

"I still feel like I'm dreaming when I think about it now!" Hermione complained, "No wonder your relationship has been weird!" She sighed again, "To be honest, I really don't like to imagine that you are sworn enemies The way he looks. He has always given me a good impression! Although he is a bit unapproachable..." She kept sighing.

Harry smiled. "I think he might have a hard time imagining him being called 'good', especially from a Muggle." He jumped out of the window, patting his clothes. "Do you still remember that you promised me a request? Originally, I planned to invite you to accompany me to the ball, but I think you probably don't want to now."

"No, Harry, please don't!" Hermione's face was pale and her tone was terrified. "Maybe I would agree before... But are you sure that in this situation, I won't be given a death curse by him?" At most, I knew that I would be jealous, but if the person who is jealous is Voldemort, then I will That's another matter.

"Okay, I'll think of a way." Harry shrugged, and saw a figure wandering for a long time in the distance finally couldn't help moving towards them. "Looks like I'll have to go, Hermione, leave you alone."

"What bother?" Hermione was still thinking about the terrible consequences of occupying Harry from Voldemort, and belatedly made a voice of doubt.Viktor Krum was walking towards her, passing Harry's back.

In fact, there were really many unidentified girls who came to invite Harry to be their dance partner, which undoubtedly challenged Voldemort's limited patience time and time again.Finally he got angry, "No, tell them, you already have a partner!"

"But, I can't become a dancing partner by myself, can I? Although I can do it—but that would be too bleak." Harry laughed to himself.

Voldemort's dark eyes stared straight at him, and finally let out a long breath. "Okay, you won again." He grabbed the parchment on the table and started writing, "Dumbledore will be happy... I finally showed up, and it's still at Hogwarts..." Everyone I can hear the irony in this.

It is conceivable that on Christmas night, when the students of Hogwarts saw the handsome, wealthy and mysterious Mr. Gaunt himself in the newspaper, there was such a big commotion.And this man lived up to their imaginations in the slightest, with handsome features and elegant demeanor, he exuded a unique aura of medieval British aristocrats—he even got off a golden carriage.The whole body of the carriage was black, and a large family crest was embedded on the body, which was all made up of big gemstones.Under the faint moonlight, the car floating in mid-air seemed to be shining with golden light all over its body - it was not an illusion, because it was carved out of a whole piece of obsidian, and it seemed to have been cast with a long-lasting hover magic curse.

Harry could swear that Dumbledore's dinner was absolutely delicious.Because from the moment Voldemort appeared at the oak door of the Hogwarts Great Hall, he had been frozen, though only for a short time.There was plenty of chatter and laughter in Voldemort's inner circle at the banquet - Labastan Lestrange, Severus Snape (who was barely smiling), Ludo Bagman, and even Barty C. Rauch (Harry would love to know how Voldemort managed to handle this diehard).This attracted the eyes of the audience to look at it frequently, and it was full of various reactions such as amazement, envy, and admiration.

After dinner, as usual, the warriors will lead the dance for everyone.Fleur and Cedric Diggory were holding hands, and couldn't help but look at Harry several times; and Hermione managed to restrain herself from showing "I don't know them" and looked straight at Harry. Let Krum dance around her waist.

"Are you happy now?" whispered Voldemort, quietly tightening his hands around the boy's waist.The dress robes he and Harry wore today looked like couples' styles, the difference was that the fabric of Harry's robes glowed dark green under the lights, while his was dark gold.

Harry snorted and squeezed Voldemort's shoulder slightly. "It's obvious that you took advantage of this matter, and you still ask me if Gao is happy?"

"You really have no way out, you know." Could it be that he didn't want to announce to everyone that Harry belonged to him alone?He wanted very much, but he didn't want the boy to be suspected or blamed for it.

Harry looked up at him. "Can you have a little confidence in me? I can solve those problems."

Seeing Harry's angry look, Voldemort smiled slightly. "Of course." Then let them solve those little troubles together. His boys are not worried, so he has nothing to be afraid of.Dumbledore... Order of the Phoenix... Oh, to hell with them all!