war and peace

The morning after Christmas, everyone got up late.Harry is no exception.He just missed breakfast, and by the time he showed up at the long Gryffindor table, it was already lunch time.Harry just picked up a piece of pumpkin toast and took a bite when the Weasley twins gathered around him.

"Harry, we found that you have a lot of chances to be on the front page of the "Daily Prophet" recently..." Fred shook the newspaper in his hand, with a narrow smile on his face. "The Slytherins are watching, our noble prince!"

Harry managed to swallow the piece of bread in his mouth. "Don't call me that when I'm eating, please? You'll choke," he said, pouring himself a glass of blueberry juice, and continued casually, "Rita Skeeter again? What happened to me?"

"Actually, I think your wording is very inaccurate, Harry." George said deliberately serious, "What is an arrangement? In contrast, I think Rita Skeeter has hit the point this time. "

Harry looked at them both suspiciously, then reached up and snatched the paper away. "Special Report—Strong Alliance? The Savior and His Mysterious Lover..." When he saw the headline, the juice in his mouth almost spit out.The large photo in the middle was taken when they were dancing. Harry on the top leaned his head slightly on each other's shoulders, with a smile on his mouth; while Voldemort was looking down at him with a gentle expression on his face; Everyone was watching them, and no one noticed the other two warriors.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry held a huge Yule Ball last night, which is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament held there this year. Of course, it is not the various sparkling trinkets that attract people's attention, but It is the Hogwarts warrior Harry Potter, and his partner, Mr. TM Gunter, who appeared for the second time after the Quidditch World Cup. As we all know, Mr. Gunter is the biggest player in this Quidditch World Cup Sponsor, the impressive mascot performance of the Welsh team is also from his handwriting-of course, the savior's superb skills as a seeker are also quite unforgettable. Presumably everyone will not forget that after the Welsh team won the championship. The scene that happened in the box..."

As if anyone else needed a reminder, Harry thought furiously, skipping that paragraph and reading on.

"...Obviously, Mr. Gunter, in addition to his unimaginable wealth and impeccable good looks, is likely to have an unattainable and extremely extensive network of contacts, as shown in our photos... "A black and white photo of the event was attached next to it. It was when Voldemort's small circle was talking last night. Everyone had smiles on their faces, and it could be seen that the atmosphere was very happy.

What follows is another long tribute to Voldemort.Harry ignored it directly, and turned to the part he wanted to know the most: "...we all care about the emotional life of the savior (Harry stares straight at him), of course, he has suffered so much. Gaunt Undoubtedly, Mr. is a very perfect candidate. He is noble, gentle, handsome, and personable. He is full of the fatal charm of a prince. The most important point is that he and the savior are in love with each other. Together, they danced a heart-warming dance in the Hogwarts auditorium..."

Harry was chilled and couldn't watch it any longer.He finally understood why Fred called him "Your Highness the Prince", it was all because of that old monster Rita Skeeter!

"How? Well written, isn't it? Quite literary!" The twin brothers laughed when they saw Harry throw the newspaper aside angrily.

"Isn't she just expounding on her cult of personality?!" said Harry exasperatedly.

The twins shook their fingers at him together, and said mysteriously: "You are wrong, you must have not read her article, she is definitely not the only one who thinks so..."

"Who else?" Harry asked impatiently, grabbing the paper again.Rita Skeeter was so sensational in her article that she almost described their love as the love of the century.Harry glanced at ten lines, and finally found what he was looking for in the penultimate paragraph: "...Many Hogwarts girls said that they finally met the legendary Prince Charming today.' Of course, bless them... But if If they're not together, I think I'll go after whoever it is.' When asked about their reaction to the high-profile appearance of the pair at the ball, they all responded like this. When asked which of the two they liked more For a while, most of the girls blushed and suggested that Mr. Gunter was the ideal type for their other half."

Harry felt that he could empathize with Voldemort very well at this moment.Where he didn't know, how many people were staring at his lover?Voldemort has only appeared twice, and it can cause such a big sensation... Thinking about the popularity of Professor Roald and Tom... A strong sense of crisis arises in Harry's heart.

"So, you must pay close attention to your family, huh?" Fred told Harry solemnly.

"That is, if there is any problem, we need two more terrible competitors!" George hurriedly echoed.

Harry forced a smile at them.Then the twins changed the subject, telling Harry they were working on a new product, trustingly.Harry nodded curtly, stuffing food into his mouth absent-mindedly, but had other things on his mind.It looks like his plans are bound to go, well...New Year's Eve is a good day!

On that day, Harry returned to the dormitory from the library early and pulled out a large box from under the bed.There are all the things he prepared, a round golden egg, the Marauder's map, the invisibility cloak, the silver-green velvet ring box, and the black Easter egg wrapped in silk (Voldemort protested that it is completely impossible to put it in a sock. It was not his taste, so Harry had to change it), a small, exquisitely folded medicine chest, and a diary with a yellowed cover.

Harry opened the medicine chest, pulled open the bottom layer, and there were a variety of medicine bottles inside.It has seven layers in total. The first layer contains crucibles of various materials and types, stirring spoons, cutters, medicine hammers, flints, furnace racks, dragon leather gloves, dragon leather masks, etc. The second to fourth layers There are all kinds of raw materials, many of which are extremely rare and rich in variety, Harry suspected that Professor Snape would drool when he saw it; below the fifth floor are thousands of potions that have been prepared, All of them are crystal bottles, and the uses of the potions inside are marked with different crystal colors (for example, the green bottle contains healing potions), and the detailed names are written on the caps.Predictably, only Voldemort could have produced such a priceless item - it was his Christmas present to Harry.

The entire medicine chest was packed to the brim, and only half of the space was reserved on the seventh floor for Harry to store his potions, but it was enough—a thousand densely packed spaces.Voldemort may have discovered that he was studying potions books recently, but he must not have thought that this was just a cover, and he only needed a very simple potion.Harry took out an ordinary glass bottle from inside, lifted the golden egg out again, locked the box again and put it back in place.He was going there to wait for Voldemort...

Harry was not seen at the dinner table that day, and when Tom returned to Gryffindor Tower, he found that his boy was not in the dormitory either.He thought again, cast a blindfold spell on his and Harry's bunk, and Disapparated before anyone came in.

"Harry?" Voldemort was in a place known only to him and his boy in an instant.The underground of Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets within the Chamber of Secrets.The fireplace in the room was burning brightly, proving that the boy was indeed there.Voldemort casually removed his cloak, and asked the Hogwarts house-elves to bring over two dinners - keeping their masters' secrets, of course. "What are you doing? Are you so busy that you don't even have to eat?"

But no one answered him.Voldemort walked to the door of the room and saw that the fireplace in the hall was also burning, but it was empty.Strange, where did the boy go?He scanned the surroundings carefully, and suddenly noticed that the opposite door was ajar.Tsk, has his boy finally learned to enjoy that super luxurious bath?

"Harry?" Voldemort yelled again, this time using the Sound Charm, his voice could be clearly heard even in the rushing water.He waited for a while, but there was still no sound from Harry in the room.

It's impossible to drown in a bathtub larger than a swimming pool, right?Voldemort knew it was impossible, but he couldn't help worrying. "Are you in any trouble?" he asked, opening the door cautiously.A dense mist hit the face, and it was impossible to see anything clearly.While muttering in his heart, Voldemort said after the mist cleared, and his vision became clear immediately.

This bathroom maintains the same ornate style as the hall outside.A luxurious crystal chandelier in the shape of an upside-down mountain is hung on the top. The wall and the ground are made of turquoise gemstones of the same color in eight star patterns. There are also a few soft glowing night pearls inlaid on the wall at intervals. There are a few fluffy bath towels on the agarwood shelf.The pool is very large, and there are two springboards beside the water. A tower-shaped faucet made of diamonds is carved in the shape of a dragon, spraying water around, and it looks very bright and beautiful under the candlelight.

There are some fine foams on the water surface, which are rippled by scattered water droplets, but there is still no one.Voldemort was really in a hurry, and at this moment, a wet head emerged from the water. "It's still those few words! It's so useless..." Harry complained to him, "It's made me stay underwater for so long."

Voldemort wanted to say something to him, but when he saw the boy like this, he immediately calmed down. "As a miserable hostage, I haven't said anything yet, what else do you want?" He said angrily, "Come out and eat as soon as you're done."

"Come on, I believe that as soon as the Dark Lord goes, all creatures with eyes will automatically stay away from you, let alone those mermaids!" Harry curled his lips, "And I'm not hungry..." Then he made another slam tied down.

Voldemort stared at the ripples Harry had made on the water. "Well, not more than half an hour." He finally compromised.The bathroom is nice, but dinner is a must.Voldemort turned and was about to leave when he felt an invisible rope catch his feet, and fell headfirst into the water with a loud splash.

"I warn you, Potter..." Voldemort quickly emerged from the water, the reproach disappearing in the middle of the sentence.Harry was near him, grinning smugly. "What did you do to yourself?" I didn't notice it from a distance, but when I looked closely, the boy's face was no longer the boyish look it had in the daytime.The curvature of the eyebrows becomes sharper, the cheekbones are higher, and the edges and corners of the whole face are mature.Voldemort pulled him over for a closer look, and finally came to a conclusion: "...Aging agent?"

"Yes, I took two sips." Harry said with a smile, one hand had already begun to untie the opponent's robe, "I have to say, it is quite useful."

Just as Voldemort was about to ask him what he was doing with the aging potion, the next second he felt the movement of the boy on his chest.He grabbed the messy hand, and the blackness in his eyes began to settle into a very dark color, as if it could swallow everything: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know, I couldn't be more clear," Harry said in a tone of utter innocence, looking at him with wide eyes.His other hand under the water has already circled the opponent's waist, his knees are slightly arched, and he slowly rubs against the inner thigh of the opponent through the wet cloth, back and forth, the position is getting higher and higher.

Voldemort grunted.A rush of pleasure shot up from the spine and went straight to the brain.But he still kept some sense, "You know...you did it on purpose..."

Harry was very dissatisfied with himself.Sure enough, Voldemort also knew, that's why he didn't do it for a long time, and that's why he always said that he was too young? "Yes, I know! I still want to know, what reason can you come up with this time!" Harry said viciously, leaning his body over, and started rubbing with the movement of his feet.

"You're driving me crazy..." Voldemort gritted his teeth, his face was flushed and covered with water droplets, whether it was condensation of sweat or steam.Candlelight poured down from above, illuminating him with an aesthetic sense of asceticism.

"No one calls you a saint...Dark Lord, why are you holding back? You have promised me...Are you sure you want to go back on it?" Damn self-control!Harry felt himself getting hot from teasing, and couldn't help but curse Voldemort in his heart for still not moving.He simply retracted his knees, wrapped his legs around the opponent's waist, and pressed against the opponent's tight abdominal muscles... He couldn't believe it, so he still couldn't succeed!

Sensing such a strong stimulus, Voldemort's body trembled.He lowered his head to look at the boy's face, only to see that the side cheeks and ears were full of blood and were about to drip.His eyes dodged and did not dare to look at him, and occasionally he could see the green from under the eyelashes.He forcefully turned that head back and exchanged a deep kiss.When they were separated, he let go of the boy's hand, his fingertips lightly brushed across his chest, touched the spine and coccyx along the waistline, and pressed hard near the entrance.

Harry felt trembling all over, and buried his face in the opponent's chest in embarrassment and did not lift up. "Wouldn't it be silly for me not to accept such a good birthday present?" Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded in his ears.