[HP] Seven Nights Talk

On a summer evening, the air outside No. 4 Privet Drive was hot and humid.The Dursleys who lived here went for a walk with their proud son Dudley.Of course, before they left, they didn't forget to tell Harry to be quiet and lock him in the locker under the stairs.

But Harry didn't care about that.In the past, he probably thought that this was another bragging process of the Dursleys and their son, and there was nothing to be envious of; but now, he was sitting on his narrow, cramped bed, with his legs crossed, and he couldn't help but feel jealous. Unbelievably, I asked again. "Are you sure? That's what Death said?" Aunt Petunia would have screamed through the roof if she had seen him in this state—if nothing else, because her nephew was now with a tattered, Talking like a diary picked up from the dumpster of an antique shop.

Yes, that's right, talk.

"Is there any benefit for me to lie to you about this?" The diary stood on the bedside table, with no eyes, no nose, only a mouth without lip line, with a sharp and sarcastic tone. "Do you regret it now? Let me tell you, you shouldn't have promised him then!"

"Didn't you agree to him too?" Harry retorted angrily when his mind was poked.

How did he know at that time that there were really things that would be more tormenting than directly letting him die?After staying with Voldemort for seven years, an incredible goal must be achieved every year.That's right, it's just unbelievable, at least the goal of the first year gave him this feeling.Harry felt that, whatever the purpose of Reaper, he undoubtedly possessed a wicked taste beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The diary - essentially Voldemort being sent back with it - was even more grumpy. "Did you hear me at that time? I can't say it at all!" He only heard the request of the God of Death unilaterally, and he was sent here directly without any time to bargain!

How could he, Voldemort, agree to such harsh conditions?You must stay with the savior, you cannot use harmful magic on the savior (of course the savior cannot attack him), and you cannot hinder the savior's actions (also reversed)...

Based on the fact that he was now a diary, Voldemort felt he had reason to believe that Death had listed these various conditions in order to paralyze him.Because a diary can't hold a wand at all!Why did the savior come back as a whole person, and he is just an object?Should he thank the Grim Reaper for giving him a mouth?

Harry stared at the pages he was flapping in anger, and silently shut his mouth.If he saw this kind of scene normally, he would probably only want to laugh, but now he can't laugh at all.He didn't know the specific requirements of the God of Death at all, but Voldemort who heard him told him that in order to achieve his goal of "saving the world", he must meet the seven small goals required by the God of Death.When it came to saying that sentence, and especially that word, Voldemort's tone had never been worse.

Because Death's requirement for them in the first year is to lie in the same bed and spend a peaceful and beautiful night.In order to prevent the two from cheating, this incident can only happen on a certain day at the end of the semester, and the time is determined by death.

If Voldemort hadn't said that he was literally copying what Death said, and Harry couldn't figure out why Voldemort would make up such a reason to deceive him, he really didn't think it was true-not even an April Fool's joke It's open!

he?And Voldemort?Lying peacefully on the same bed?Still a good night?Wouldn't it be nice if we didn't kill each other?

On the one hand, Harry felt that this was a fantasy, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but consider the feasibility.But none of them can hurt anyone now... As long as he can suppress the disgust and anger in his heart and not quarrel with Voldemort, he should be considered calm, right?After all, the other party is just a diary now, if you throw it casually at the end of the bed, it can be considered the same bed... If you can survive a night like this, it probably won't be too difficult?Compared with what he wants to achieve, enduring this request is really not too much... In contrast, getting together for a year is not something he looks forward to, because he can already foresee that during this period of time, various things will definitely happen. kind of trouble...

Voldemort could easily see what he was thinking. "I'm sorry to remind you that I won't be the book that night." He gritted his teeth.The savior actually wanted to throw him at the end of the bed?He, how, what, dare!

Harry almost fell off the bed when he heard those words. "...What?" His eyes widened again.Either a book or a snake face? "It's definitely a conspiracy!" he accused loudly. "Did Death expect us to strangle each other with our hands that day?"

Voldemort snorted loudly.He knew the reason why the savior's mind was so bright now - because the moment he opened his mouth, he was hit by the savior's magic strike (Harry forgot that he hadn't got the wand yet), and of course it had no effect.Thankfully, the Savior finally listened to him after this.But now, magic cannot be used, only hand-to-hand combat.He glanced at Harry's figure (thin face, protruding kneecaps) and found, with satisfaction, that even though Reaper didn't say when his body was, he could beat Harry even in the orphanage .

Although the diary had no eyes, Harry sensitively saw that tendency from the change in its tilted angle. "What are you looking at?" he asked suspiciously.

Glad you had that illusion that it was going to be a close game.Voldemort said it in his heart, but didn't show it. "No, nothing," he denied.He had already said everything that should be said just now, and the rest was his own business.He has never been willing to reveal his true thoughts to others, and the savior is no exception.

Harry gave him a suspicious look.It seems that even if Voldemort is a diary, his insanity skills have not been reduced... But he has absolutely nothing to do with Voldemort now, just as Voldemort has nothing to do with him.So he took a deep breath, calmed down, and then thought of another key question: "What did Death promise you?" It was absolutely impossible to explain to him what to do.

Voldemort didn't even bother to give him a fake hum this time.He spun around—the diary turned around on the tabletop—and then slipped and fell all over the dusty pile.With a bang, the smoke scattered.Maybe it was because he didn't want to talk, maybe he felt too embarrassed, anyway, after he thumped a bit, he became still and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Harry stared at him silently for a quarter of an hour.He turned his eyes away only after he was convinced that the other party really didn't intend to get up, nor did he intend to seek his own help.For a moment just now, he felt that he was really going to laugh, but thinking of the future, that feeling disappeared immediately.

Voldemort was clearly hiding something from him.Maybe it has something to do with him, maybe it's just the other party's own thoughts, he can't be sure.But it is unlikely that the other party will lie about the things that have been said before, because it is unnecessary.The other party will be a diary for a long time, and he can enter Hogwarts after this summer, get his own wand, and test whether what Voldemort said is true.

In fact, Harry still believed in Voldemort on this point.Not because of the character of the other party, but because it is too easy to prove.In addition, it is impossible for the opponent to actively expose his own disadvantages.Now that the other party said it, it was a disguised admission that the problem was beyond his control, and he couldn't even cover it up.

When thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but patted his head.This is really terrible. The life of searching for Horcruxes in the seventh grade made him think about how to see things from Voldemort's point of view all the time.But it was still early before the end of the first semester, so it was more important for him to consider other issues first.

For example, Voldemort other than this diary.

Harry stared at the back of the diary again, turned decisively and lay down.Although he didn't eat enough for dinner, which affected his mood, but this kind of thing still needs to be considered.At least one advantage of a diary is that you won't go hungry, he thought angrily.

At the same time, Voldemort was also thinking about this problem.He has never been prone to illusions about people, especially when that person doesn't make a good enough impression on him in the first place.Reaper is undoubtedly a difficult guy to deal with, and this also means that the "cannot interfere with the actions of the other party's will" probably has a certain purpose-it probably means that he must sit back and watch the savior and deal with him. Own.

There is nothing more detestable than having to follow someone else's path and being powerless to do anything about it!

Voldemort grew irritable, the way he hadn't felt in a long time.He was so used to calling the shots, he couldn't imagine being in an orphanage again - without a wand!So is he still a wizard?Just as he was racking his brains to figure out how to get out of this predicament, there was a slight snoring sound from behind.

Voldemort stood up on a carp (failed a few times in the process).Probably the only advantage compared to being a diary is that he can still control this new body, although he is not very proficient at first.For example, just now, he was keenly aware of Harry's almost bursting out laughing, so he had no choice but to play dead - although he really hated this stair locker.

But apparently, the Savior is used to it.Voldemort looked down at the messy black-haired head, thinking that the Savior was really relieved.He has always known what the savior wants to do, but it is not so easy to deal with him. He will definitely give him a...

Voldemort was stuck on the choice of enchantment.Then he realizes with exasperation that the most damage he can do to the Savior right now is probably to slap his nose with the diary.

However aggrieved Voldemort was, he eventually fell asleep, too, after six hours of staring at the darkened ceiling.But he felt that just as he fell asleep, he was disturbed by a sound like an earthquake, accompanied by dust falling desperately on his face (assuming the cover was his face) from above.

It took Voldemort a second to come to his senses, and then he realized that the cause of the situation was a person of considerable weight bouncing continuously on the steps of the stairs.But for this, the savior just turned over and seemed to be used to it.

The cobwebs on top faltered under the force.Then a large piece of old cobweb finally fell off and covered the diary.

"Harry Potter! Wake me up!" came a growl and a scream almost in unison.