war and peace

"You've expected that too, haven't you?" Harry replied flatly.There was no way he could have prevented Tom from discovering the Chamber of Secrets, and of course he hadn't tried to, he just felt a little helpless when it happened.But at the same time, it was more an understanding of Tom's urgency, and his recognition of his desire to prove that he was the only descendant of Slytherin.In other words, he might not be sure to do the same. He watched too many human relationships and worldly inconsistencies in that Muggle orphanage, and he knew nothing about his biological parents.Tom needed that sense of belonging and acceptance that most people would never experience.

Harry had been with Tom for too long, long enough for him to regret.He had never known or thought about how much effort it took to get the halo on Tom's head.Now, Harry met a young Voldemort who was outside of Dumbledore's memories and descriptions. He was so diligent that he forgot to sleep and eat, and he knew exactly what he wanted.The Voldemort he later knew also retained this feature, almost never leaving the book.Thinking about the road that such a person will walk in the future, such a stark contrast makes him sigh.

"Should I praise you as a typical Gryffindor? Since you know the Chamber of Secrets and I know that I am the heir, you should also know what's in it...and you dare to follow in..." Tom said The words that were completely inconsistent with the calm expression on his face revealed a real threat.He waved his wand, and the torches on the four walls were lit instantly, illuminating the hall as bright as day. "You shouldn't naively think that I haven't done anything so far because I'm afraid of you?"

Harry shielded his eyes uncomfortably from the sudden light, then shook his head. "I've never thought so." Should he be boasting of his foresight, or was he getting to know Voldemort's character better and better?Tom really wanted to kill him as an unsettling factor...

"I don't think you'd be so stupid, since you already know something," Tom said sarcastically.His face was no longer the usual fake smile, and his expression was a little distorted. "Then can I think that you are fully prepared? Or to be precise, the things you know make you feel that you can successfully escape from my hands?"

Although this situation had been expected for a long time, Harry still felt his heart hurt like a tear. "That's not the case." He took a step in Tom's direction, looking at him with emerald eyes sadly: "I never think my disguise is so good that you can't see it. You should understand some things very well."

Tom knew what Harry was talking about, and he didn't want to admit that feeling at all. "That silly sympathy? I do notice it. To be honest, I have to fight so hard every time I don't spit it out, it's disgusting."

"You know that's not what I said. And it wasn't sympathy, it was..." Harry tried to argue, but Tom suddenly laughed out loud.

"I should have seen it earlier, so you are exactly the same as that old bee!" Tom seemed to be out of breath with a smile, "It's really well concealed, if it weren't for this familiar argument, I really wouldn't have discovered it! "

"That's really sorry to disappoint you—you guessed completely wrong!" Harry also became angry a little bit, and he tried to communicate with Tom, but was laughed at instead. "I have nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore at all!"

Tom stopped smiling, and his eyes narrowed, as if beginning to reassess Harry's identity. "There is no one else except him..." The ink in his eyes became darker and darker, "I didn't want to speculate like this, but there is only one possibility left..." And it is the biggest possibility. "I don't know when we have dealt with each other? If it's not the past, then it can only be..." the future.

It was Harry's turn to stare at him dumbfounded.How did Tom see it?Just unimaginably clever.

"This makes sense. Why you are not a descendant of Slytherin, but you can speak Parseltongue; you know the Chamber of Secrets, but you only come in after watching me come in; and that scar, which I did to you in the future It was left behind after the black magic spell. As for why you have been following me..." Tom spoke quickly, as if he didn't see Harry's expression at all.His tone began to rise, and he teased: "Let me guess... I must have done some heinous things in the eyes of the world in the future, and you are preventing them from happening again?" No smiles.

"No..." Harry wanted to object, but his weak tone didn't convince even himself. "That's not all the truth..."

"Oh?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "What do you want to say? The other half of the truth is that I have reformed myself and returned to the right path?"

Harry choked.He probably meant it right, but Tom's tone kept him from uttering a word.

"I know what I want." Tom waved his hand contemptuously, "so don't pressure me with the future, and don't try to preach to me... I have the ability to control the future I want."

It sounded pretentious, but Harry knew he was telling the truth.This is the real Voldemort, who is determined to get what he wants. Under this premise, everyone else is an ant or worthless. "You have ideas, you have ambitions, you have abilities, and no one can stand in your way." Harry said slowly, knowing this clearly.

And he didn't want or have the ability to change this, he just wanted Tom to make a more sensible decision to release the basilisk.Tom wanted nothing more than to prove that he was the heir of Slytherin.Then he split his soul to make a diary horcrux, which is the purpose besides immortality.Harry suddenly felt some vague inspirations flashing through his mind, but before he could grasp those feelings, Tom's voice interrupted his thinking.

"Now that you know all about it," he said suspiciously, "what on earth are you trying to do?"

"I know what you want to do." Harry didn't answer his question, and said to himself, "but have you thought about the consequences after the basilisk appears in Hogwarts? It will cause panic, that's for sure, He nodded as he said, "The school will be pressured by the parents, and then amidst the waves of public opinion, the school can only be closed to avoid worsening the situation."

Tom frowned.He was very dissatisfied with Harry's evasion, but the information in Harry's words caught his attention: "Is this what happened in the history you remember? I admit that I didn't expect this result. "He suddenly laughed, "The school won't be closed, this is not what I expected. If something goes wrong, just find a scapegoat, isn't that all right?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Harry glaring at him, So more satisfied: "Looks like I did."

Harry's reaction to him was nothing but anger.He's the one who knows everything, why does it feel like he's being led by the nose? "So you don't feel any regret at all? Even if someone dies because of the basilisk?" He saw Tom start to raise his eyebrows again, and hurriedly reached out to stop him: "Forget it, you don't need to say, I was stupid, the answer to this question It's obvious."

So what exactly is he going to do to stop Tom from letting the basilisk out?

Not everyone has drank the Mandrake potion, and only Voldemort himself has the formula. His stock is definitely not enough for everyone in Hogwarts, and this is a solution to the symptoms, not the root cause.

Tell Professor Dumbledore?Shall he keep Tom under guard?Or send Tom to Azkaban?Oh, that's just horrible, Harry shook his head desperately, trying to get the thought out of him.

"You know, I thought you were just a person who came back from the future through some unknown means." Tom looked at Harry with interest on his face that was about to go crazy, "but I just found out that I put our possible existence Miscalculated relationship. You know me so well that I thought no one could ever do. You feel like my enemy when you're heartbroken, and more like..." He didn't go on because the word In his view, it is simply impossible and unnecessary.

"Can't you face them?" said Harry, annoyed at Tom's omissions again.He took another step towards Tom, "I can tell you this honestly—50 years later, we are lovers."

Tom's black pupils dilated instantly.The two of them just stood there, staring straight at each other.After ten or twenty seconds, I don't know, Tom started laughing again, even more than before. "This... this is really the most outrageous joke I've ever heard!"

"Yeah, you think that's a joke?" Harry felt like his heart was in icy water, but he managed not to look sad, "but to me, that's the truth. "

"So you've been looking at him through me? At your future love interest?" Tom said sarcastically. "So I'm right, the feeling of being penetrated... Your impression has been stuck there, right? You only see me as a shadow of him?" Tom felt very relieved when he said these words.But somewhere in his head suddenly seemed to be hit by something, and it hurt dullly.

Harry stared at him blankly, as if meeting this man for the first time.Tom is right, he has subconsciously separated himself from this era; but in fact, he is not the savior of this world. "No," he murmured, "you are the same person, always..."

"Come on, even if you love him, you don't necessarily love his dark past together." Tom would never admit it. When he heard Harry say that they were actually the same person, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart a feeling of.

"No!" Harry objected sharply, "I can prove that!"

But Tom didn't want to feel that way again.He firmly believed that if there were enough of that excessively weak emotion, it would be enough to defeat his proud mind and reason.For a moment just now, he wanted to get close to him and kiss his eyes... This is just crazy!For the weakness that cannot be controlled, he has only one attitude: kill it, in the cradle.

"Actually, there's one thing that's easier to prove now." Having made up his mind, Tom put on a smirk again.

Harry heard a little bad feeling.He asked warily, "What?"

"Like whether your behavior of appearing here has been necessary and fully considered." Tom said happily, completely unreminiscent of what he was going to do, "Come out."

Harry froze for a moment before realizing that the second part of Tom's sentence was not addressed to him.The huge old man's face behind Tom started to move, splashing water.If the lower half of its whiskers were not immersed in a puddle, it must have been silent.There was another circular hole behind it, and the sound of something gliding in the shallow water was getting closer.

This situation seems familiar... Tom Riddle in the diary also tried to use the basilisk to kill him when he led him into the secret room.Never before had Harry felt so deeply that this was Tom, this was Voldemort.No matter what he becomes, some things never change.

"I don't think you really expect to kill me with Pissy's eyes, do you?" Harry was surprised that he still had the energy to tease Tom at this moment, "Maybe its fangs are more likely to succeed... ’ He put his hand under his robes, and Tom was alarmed, but he only produced a crystal bottle.Harry waved the green bottle in front of Tom's eyes, "But it's a pity, I brought the antidote."

"You know her name..." Tom whispered, and Harry could hear him gnashing his teeth. "Looks like my future self was kind to you, didn't I?"

"You really can't give up on this idea?" Harry asked again without giving up. "Even if it's probably useless, you still want to continue?"

"Why don't I continue?" Tom suddenly yelled, his handsome face distorted with anger, "Only what you do is right...persuade me to return to the right path...but what is right? Haha , What do you know? You don’t know anything at all!”

"Listen, Tom," Harry tried to persuade him, while slowly approaching him, "I dare not say I know everything... But it should be more complete... Dumbledore is also for your own good, but he took The method may not be right... You can be a good person, be welcomed and respected by people, have high mana, and hold great power... This has nothing to do with whether you can have a basilisk as a pet..."

Harry didn't know which of his words touched Tom's tense nerves.Because he rushed over suddenly and knocked Harry to the ground, with both hands firmly clamped around his neck.Harry heard the sound of the bottle shattering in his hand, and Tom roaring, "Liars! You are all liars! I won't believe it...don't think you can fool me!" He saw Tom's face, with its bloodshot eyes and veined forehead, was not at all handsome now, but rather terrifying.

Harry's entire back was burning with pain.He wanted to say something, but he couldn't even breathe, let alone make a sound.All the blood in his body seemed to have stopped flowing, except for one place, which was his face.The blood in his head seemed to be rushing up, and Harry believed that he looked no better than Tom at this moment.The body convulsed involuntarily, and the eyes began to dizzy, and the basilisk summoned by Tom seemed to be frightened by the smell of the potion he smashed, leaving only a distant shadow on the edge of the retina.

Tom didn't yell any more, but he was still on top of him, and his dark eyes had a fiery, crazy gleam.Harry felt his dizziness getting worse, but he still struggled to reach out, trying to reach Tom's face, calm his anger, and tell him that he really loved him.But before his hand managed to touch the enraged man, Harry lost consciousness.

————————————Section [-]? The other shore of memory? Fragment excerpts——————————

Hermione had closed and opened her beaded pouch three times.She still seemed to harbor the hope that if she procrastinated a little longer, maybe Ron would be back for her and Harry any minute.Harry looked at her in silence, without urging.But there was no other movement except the sound of the wind hitting the branches.In the end, Hermione herself despaired, and took Harry's hand to apparate.

The new place was a hillside overgrown with heather and howling with strong winds.The two of them had just taken a step forward when they suddenly heard a muffled groan from behind. "Ron!" Hermione was refreshed instantly, and immediately turned and ran towards the low bushes that made the sound.Harry followed closely behind her, gleefully thinking his friend must have figured it out.

There was indeed a man in the bush.He looked tall and thin, wearing a hooded black robe, and was convulsing on the ground, his face pale with pain.He subconsciously grasped something in the air with both hands, as if his neck was tightened by an invisible rope.Even in this state, it can still be seen from the contours of his face that he must be a very handsome man.But there was no doubt that this man was not Ron.

Both Harry and Hermione froze in surprise.In the barren and remote wilderness, how could there be a wizard who looked like he was about to be strangled to death?