war and peace

[Author's note: 2865 words have been deleted here in Chapter [-], Chunxiao is short, because everyone understands the reason. 】When Harry woke up the next day, he found that what he could see was not the familiar crimson flannel curtain, but the dark green velvet ceiling inlaid with gorgeous curved silver ornaments.He tried to move his body, his whole body was sore, and an arm that didn't belong to him still held him tightly in his arms.

"Are you awake?" came a nasal voice from the side of him, apparently Voldemort was awakened by his movement. "It's the first day of the new year... the holiday... let's sleep a little longer..." He hugged him even tighter as he spoke.

"Hmm..." Harry opened his mouth to say something, but immediately realized that his voice was even hoarse than Voldemort's.How many times did they do it last night?Voldemort turned him over and over like a very hungry lion, as if he wanted to swallow him whole, until at last he had no strength left to scream.

Feeling the warmth of the skin around him, Harry didn't want to move. He just opened his eyes and looked at the rosemary and silver branches wrapped around the ceiling.Bit by bit of last night slowly reappeared in front of his eyes, the tumbling water splash, stretched body, and whispered heartfelt...

He suddenly thought of something, and sat up suddenly, the movement was so big that he almost immediately felt the strong protest deep in his body.He didn't care about these, he jumped off the bed directly, broke Voldemort's hand, and ran to the front of the fireplace barefoot.

"What are you going to do?" Voldemort half-raised his body, watching the boy's actions very puzzled.It can't be for warming up, right?Although it is freezing winter outside, the secret room has always maintained a warm spring-like temperature with the magic circle.

In fact, Harry certainly wasn't there to warm himself.He brushed back the hair that had fallen from his forehead, and studied his own face in the golden mirror over the fireplace—or rather, the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"It's really getting lighter!" Harry finally exclaimed, ecstatically, after looking at it several times.

Voldemort knew what his boy was going to do when he lifted his hair.He also got up, walked behind the boy and stood still. "Isn't this inevitable? Although the fusion of the body cannot completely fuse the soul, it is certain that the fusion will happen-you don't have to worry so much." He stretched out two slender and strong arms, hugged Harry in his arms, and put his head Resting on his shoulder, the black eyes and the green eyes in the mirror looked straight into each other.

"The soul fusion has finally begun..." Harry said excitedly, "You can't play with the soul slice in my body anymore, unless you want us to be scattered together! Ha!"

"Judging from your tone, why do I feel that you are looking forward to being lost with me?" Voldemort said dissatisfied, his fingers began to restless.

"Wrong," Harry retorted immediately, "I look forward to growing old together with you."

Voldemort let out a low laugh. "As you wish...it's too late for you to regret it now..." He lowered his head and started kissing the side of Harry's neck, and his hands began to move around Harry's waist.

Still looking at his own scar in the mirror, Harry belatedly noticed Voldemort's movements.He saw both naked in the mirror, with red and purple hickeys all over their bodies, and Voldemort had a fresh tooth mark on one shoulder. "Didn't you do enough yesterday?" Harry blushed, and he clearly felt something hot from behind against his waist.This evokes the memory of his body, about how to be stretched to the extreme, the paralyzed pleasure...

"Don't you know that men are easy to be teased in the early morning..." Voldemort concentrated on creating more new traces of ambiguity on him, and said vaguely: "Not to mention that my beloved is naked in the Running around in front of me..."

Harry wanted to argue, but when he opened his mouth, the sounds he made were moans.He hastily covered his mouth and stared wide-eyed at his face in the mirror, which quickly turned crimson.Voldemort raised his head dissatisfied, "I told you, call out..."

"Go... to bed..." Harry managed to hold back these few words, he really couldn't accept what he saw, even though the more exciting things had already happened.But looking at it so clearly, this stimulation is too great...

Voldemort noticed Harry's eyes, and deliberately showed an extremely evil smile towards the person in the mirror.Harry shuddered at the sight, and then he was picked up across the board and walked towards the big canopy bed covered with silky silk sheets.

Well, the spring night is short, since there is no sun under the ground, it doesn't matter if the sun rises, right?

[Author's note: Zhang Bashi's short spring night ends, and Zhang Bayi's most beloved baby begins. 】The spring semester has begun, and students in the lower grades have returned to Hogwarts one after another—due to the Christmas ball, none of the students in the fourth grade and above went home, and they all stayed at school to participate in the dance.There is no denying that Rita Skeeter bragged about Mr. Gunter in his article.All the students returning home were beating their chests with regret for missing this opportunity to observe the fabled Mr. Gaunt up close, and hated themselves for not being born a few years earlier.

Perhaps it is finally a deep realization that the savior already has a very good partner, and Harry received a lot less chocolates and greeting cards on Valentine's Day this year.Instead, he had to face the faintly sad expressions that many girls looked at him.He has grown a lot during the winter vacation, and his stature has grown rapidly.The appearance has also begun to lose the outline of a teenager, with a slender face, a straight nose, and a smile that is so brilliant that the sky and the earth pale.

Also, Tom, who was always with him, seemed to have grown several inches.He doesn't usually smile much, but he's undeniably handsome nonetheless.Moreover, the inadvertent temperament revealed by his gestures always makes people feel that he can look down on the world. Maybe this is the legendary demeanor of a born king?What saddened the girls the most was that he also solemnly declared that he already had his own heart and refused to accept all gifts.

Seeing that the two boys grew up and got better, with excellent grades and strong limelight, special reports and character columns were published on the covers of various newspapers and magazines.The Hogwarts girls are taken for granted that they can get the moon first, but unfortunately people can't appreciate their miserable situation-although they are in the same school, they can only look at them but not get close.

This depressed atmosphere continued until the time for the second event of the Triwizard Tournament approached. "Well, it's better than it was before," said Harry matter-of-factly, fed up with the flood of letters and mountains of presents, not to mention what Voldemort might do if he got jealous—and This is almost certain. "I think even if I say I'm sorry, it's empty words."

Tom gave him a half-smile. "I don't know who told me that was basic courtesy?"

Hermione looked at the black-haired and black-eyed boy, and then at Harry, who was swaying his eyes in embarrassment, and couldn't help but let out her hundred and first sigh. "Sounds like you guys have a lot of little flirtations (Harry blushes) and I don't want to get too into it - but can you guys think about saying things like that without me in front of me, ok Is it?" She pressed her hands on the table aggressively.

"No problem." Tom agreed to her casually, and then continued to say to Harry: "So it's not just this year...I declare in advance, it will always be like this in the future, pay attention to put away your too soft heart-you are mine."

Harry glared at him, but blushed even more.

Hermione fell on the table with a groan, and it was clear that Voldemort was trying to put her down. "Really...Victor has been wondering about your relationship for a long time. He even suspected that Harry liked three people at the same time..."

"What?" Harry almost jumped up, and argued hastily, "I'm not that kind of person!"

"In contrast, I'd rather know how he found out." Tom rested his chin on both hands, without blinking his eyes.

Hermione replied in a tone of extreme resignation: "At the end of the first project, he saw Harry kissing you."

Both of them suddenly realized.Harry bit his lip, stared at Tom for a few seconds, then said, "Forget it... if he has to think that, that's all right." Then turning to Hermione, "But there's something you have to make clear to him "We have nothing to do with each other, we're just good friends!"

"Of course I've said that." Hermione rested her head on the open book and looked sideways at Harry. "He didn't really believe it at first... but he seems to believe a lot after the Yule Ball."

"Does it bother you, Harry?" Seeing Harry's wilting look, Tom suggested not very sincerely: "How about telling him the truth? Or let him forget all about it? I promise I will good."

Now Harry and Hermione glared at him together.

"How can that work? It's not like you don't know that he hates creatures like the Dark Lord! Telling him is equivalent to telling the whole world who opposes you! In addition, the more skilled you are, the more you can forget everything. Leaving deeper damage, Krum can't take this risk!" Harry roared.

"I knew you'd say that," said Tom nonchalantly, trying to divert the boy's attention from Krum's affairs.

Hermione opened her mouth, realizing that Harry had said everything she wanted to say, and there was one thing she didn't know. "How do you know that Viktor doesn't like the Dark Lord? You don't seem to have talked about this topic."

"Uh..." Harry also knew that Voldemort wasn't making a serious proposal.He really wanted to see what was going on in the Dark Lord's head, was it fun to make him angry?As a result, Hermione's question came out, and he immediately realized that he had revealed his secrets, and hurriedly found a reasonable reason: "Aren't ordinary people afraid of the Dark Lord?"

Hermione seemed a little convinced, but still looked at him suspiciously.

"Uh," Harry tried desperately to get her to forget about it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind: "By the way, have I told you about the content of the second event?"

"Not yet." Hermione's attention was diverted, and she asked with great interest, "What is it?"

Harry hastened to tell her the mermaid's song.

"Obviously, these things are in the lake, and the time limit for retrieving the stolen items is one hour. The only talking animal in the Black Lake is the mermaid..." Hermione began to think hard, "but... the most beloved baby? What would that be?"

Of course, she never thought that after the second event, she became Viktor Krum's favorite baby, and everyone laughed at her for a long time.

On the day of the game, Harry went to the edge of the Black Lake on time.A grandstand had been magically erected around the lake, and Harry stood on the edge of the referee's table opposite the stand, looking out at the calm water.The other two warriors stood there too, Fleur Delacour looking pale, and Viktor Krum clad in just a pair of swimming trunks, his wand clutched tightly.They didn't talk.Ludo Bagman's magically amplified voice rumbled across the dark lake, "...our warriors are already in their positions. As soon as I shout to start, the second project will officially begin, and the warriors will go to the lake to get back what they each love. Three, two, one—now!"

Harry didn't look at what the other warriors were doing, he started cursing to himself, and jumped straight into the lake - and there were screams from the stands.In a few seconds, a beautiful dolphin suddenly jumped out of the lake.It was about six feet long, with a black back, and deftly rotated a half circle in the air, with its crescent-shaped caudal fin raised high, revealing its white belly, and then slanted its body into the lake again. There were big ripples in circles.

"Oh! Mr. Porter has clearly mastered the advanced transfiguration technique!" Bagman roared excitedly, "He has transformed into a Dart's porpoise! ​​It's very exciting!" There was silence in the stands at first, as if waiting for the porpoise. The dolphin jumped out again, but the ripples on the lake slowly subsided.So the students began to whisper to each other, discussing when the transformation of the human body was taught in the transformation class.

But none of these Harry heard.He had dived into the deep water and turned to listen to the sounds coming back from all directions.Dolphins are one of the toothed whales, which use their inner ears to receive ultrasound waves from themselves and form a sonar image in their brains. They are of medium size—which is why he chose them.Relying on this advantage, he easily found the settlement of the mermaids, and at the same time found that Krum was taking a long detour, while Fleur was swimming towards a large pile of messy aquatic plants.

Harry swung his hands and legs—the powerful pectoral and caudal fins now—and traveled a great distance through the water in one fell swoop.The surrounding water surrounded his body, it didn't feel cold at all, but light, smooth and comfortable.He had to get there quickly - he was sure that Voldemort wouldn't just stay there, and the mermaids wouldn't be so stupid as to offend him...

"Harry, you have to have some confidence in me too. I'm really just waiting for you to take me up as a hostage, it's too dirty here..." Suddenly a voice came from his mind, realizing this Harry froze for half a second. "Voldemort? How did you get into my consciousness?" Harry reacted, continuing to swim forward with his flippers, trying to communicate back with his consciousness.

"Who the hell is clamoring for soul fusion?" The voice sounded a little dissatisfied, "Are you sure you really understand the consequences?"

Harry laughed dryly, then realized that Voldemort couldn't have seen him, and if he could, he probably couldn't see a smile on a dolphin's face. "I think I know the key parts...and Occlumency should be effective in this situation!" He was puzzled.

"If you're imagining something about the other side of the soul merging, that would weaken the effect of Occlumency to the lowest level." Voldemort's tone was unhurried, as if he hadn't invaded Harry's brain at all.

"Then why didn't I receive yours?" Harry began to realize something vaguely. "Are you saying that my mind reading skills are not good? Or is it that your Occlumency is too good?"

"It's all a little bit. I really don't want to stay here for a second, so you'd better hurry up." Voldemort guessed that the boy should react in a while, and withdrew from his consciousness with a smirk.

Harry stared angrily.His privacy!Isn't this going to be completely gone?While speeding up, he swears to himself in his heart: once he gets up, he will make a fool of himself!must!

Almost three minutes later—Harry's watch had also become a circular scar on his pectoral fin when it deformed, completely losing its function as a timing device—Harry walked around the layers of stone dwellings, Arrived at the square of the mermaids.

The situation was very different from what he had seen before: although Hermione and Fleur's sister Gabriel were still tied to the tall flagpole-like thing, the last remaining pole was empty.Relying on his powerful hearing, Harry knew without looking that Voldemort was leisurely pacing the edge of the empty square, and seemed to enjoy the terrified sights from the stone houses—he scared all the mermaids into hiding. I dare not come out from inside.

Harry was almost helpless.He removed the Transfiguration spell, then quickly added the Filtering spell and the Gravity spell to himself, and his body fell slowly out of the water, his feet on the sand mixed with stones. "Aren't you in a hurry to leave?"

"Yeah, but it's kind of interesting to suddenly find out." Voldemort looked back at him, and then smiled: "Nice spell."

Harry took a few quick steps angrily, took his hand and began to float up: "What the hell are you doing? I think they're going to be scared to death..."

"Just leave?" Voldemort didn't answer, he pointed to the two girls who were still floating in the water, "Aren't you waiting to see them get up safely?"

Harry couldn't help but rolled his eyes to the sky: "I was the one who was stupid last time... And don't think I didn't realize that Hermione has a protective spell on her body. How dare you say you didn't do it?" He couldn't help showing a little smile , Gabriel Delacour, who was already under her feet, also added the same magic.

"Well, I just think Hermione is too smart to die inexplicably in this kind of dark water. To be honest, I can't trust Dumbledore." Voldemort looked at Harry's curse in the water A trail of boiling bubbles appeared in the air, and a faint white oval protective cover appeared on the body of the little girl with silver-white hair, which flashed for a moment and then disappeared.

Harry noticed a shaggy head poking boldly out of the window of the stone house to watch what was going on in their direction - it was the merman chief. "I don't think Dumbledore would have done anything to Hermione, she didn't do anything!" Even though he said that, Harry didn't really believe it in his heart, but he could have planned his own life into it people!If he still had the idea of ​​killing Voldemort, it would be hard to say.

Voldemort did not speak.He started dealing with Dumbledore before he entered Hogwarts, and it has been more than half a century now, and he knows his methods better than Harry.

Leaving aside other things, Gellert Grindelwald can be regarded as Dumbledore's best friend for many years, and they planned to conquer the world together at that time; in the end, Dumbledore backed down halfway, and Grindelwald vowed to make it happen Their common dream was finally defeated by Dumbledore.

He had just been to Nurmengard not long ago—the spirited blond boy in the past had long since disappeared, replaced by a haggard old man with still blue eyes, but inside seemed like a pool of stagnant water.For half a century, as a prison, Nurmengard's magic protection was not strict (he dared to say bluntly, the dungeon of Malfoy's house was more reliable than it), but Grindelwald didn't want to come out of it.There is also a mottled German sentence engraved on the stone door, "for the greater good" - Nurmengard is a prison built by Grindelwald. It once imprisoned many wizards who opposed him, but now he is the only one in it.What kind of irony is this?

Voldemort didn't know this history before. He thought he was cruel enough, but after knowing it, he only felt terrified.He thought he couldn't make a Dark Lord stay in the prison he built honestly, so he didn't feel wronged at all when he lost last time...

His eyes fell on the person who was holding his hand tightly upstream, he would never have wished himself and the boy to go that far.They were getting closer and closer to the surface of the water, and the skylight turned the surrounding lake water into a bright, trembling translucency.The boy's mouth was tightly pursed, his emerald eyes were staring upwards, and he was struggling to swim towards the sky...

With a crash, the two heads popped out of the lake together.Harry hadn't even had time to smile at the crowd clapping desperately for him -- or even take a deep breath of fresh air -- when his head was suddenly pulled over and a fiery kiss fell.