[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The next few days, the sky is still gray, rainy.Proportional to this is probably the homework, and the homework of the fifth graders suddenly became as much as an avalanche.All the teachers emphasized the OWLs and assigned a lot of homework, except Voldemort.

"Yeah, at least he won't let us write twelve-inch papers," Ron remarked. "Although the spell experiment must be successful, his class is much more interesting and useful. I am willing to spend time practicing."

This is not his feeling alone.Voldemort's teaching style is actual combat, and his argument is that defense must be hands-on, and defense theory is simply a pile of waste paper for him.Harry knew he was hiding a lot of his true intentions - views on the Dark Arts, for example - and even that seemed a bit radical.

But that's not necessarily a bad thing for a group of students who are likely to use their wands as decorative sticks in the face of danger.Because poor hands-on ability is actually a common phenomenon, he still remembered what Fred and George had told him before, that many staff members in the Ministry of Magic couldn't even speak defensive spells well.He figured that Dumbledore must have known that too, and that they probably felt the same way.

Handsome, humorous, capable, and with a strong background, all these reasons add up. If Hogwarts has the title of star professor, it will undoubtedly be Voldemort.Not to mention the Slytherins, even many students from other colleges have become his fans.

Harry had also heard another theory that the curse on Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts course must have ended, after Roald became their professor.Idiots like Lockhart can survive for two years, and it is very possible for Professor Roald to completely solve this problem.

Of course Voldemort would not curse himself, and Harry was convinced that this curse was not worth mentioning to Voldemort.So now he suspects that even if Voldemort didn't mention the exam, the students would still try their best to get a good grade in order to win his favor.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with solving their mountains of homework.So Ron just sighed, and looked at Harry expectantly: "So, what are the main characteristics of moonstone?"

Harry opened his notebook and answered his question.Copying homework is not good for the exam at all, he still prefers to let Ron learn as much as possible by himself.

Hermione was beside them, only glancing up at them.She was indeed very angry at the statement that she had been deliberately targeting star students like Harry and Krum as her boyfriend, but she also knew that Harry would have to say at least until the weekend, because Friday There was Quidditch trials, and Harry couldn't possibly distract Ron until then.

Speaking of which, Harry has always taken great care of them, which is why Hermione suppressed the rumors for half a year and didn't tell Harry.She had tried to make them self-defeating, and had felt early on that no one could easily sway Harry - they probably didn't know or understand what Harry wanted.

So when she found out it was their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, her surprise was fleeting, and then it all turned into feelings of "That's right" and "This is normal".As for both of them being men... Come on, the wizarding world is not the Muggle world, and there has never been a law that gays should be hanged.In all honesty, she thought they looked like a pretty good match.

But when did it start between them?Why didn't she notice it before?

Thinking of this, Hermione shook her head, throwing out her own conjecture.This can also be regarded as other people's privacy, and it is inappropriate to be curious.However, according to the trend of the rumors in Hogwarts, when the truth is revealed, everyone's expressions must be very exciting.

Hermione smiled internally and continued with her paper.She didn't know it at this time, she only knew a small part of the truth, and what was hidden underneath was enough news to cause a large-scale earthquake.

By Friday, the weather was still cloudy and wet, but at least it wasn't raining.Harry had a decent week, spending most of his time in class, doing homework, and keeping order (Hermione was delighted that Fred and George weren't messing around with that stuff in the common room anymore).During this dinner, he urged the other team members to finish eating earlier, and a group of people headed towards the court.At this time, he couldn't help thinking of Umbridge, and deeply felt that his school year would be better than the previous one no matter what.

Because he applied for the right to use the stadium, after Harry locked the entrance of the stadium, the next goalkeeper selection went smoothly.Several applicants take turns to catch the ball thrown by the team's batters, get the score, and then consider other factors comprehensively, such as ensuring the training time for the game and so on.Things were different, and Ron wasn't as confident as Harry remembered.In the end he was one of the two top performers, but the other had other clubs to join.In this way, Harry announced Ron's name directly, and he could fully say that he was selected fairly.

The next first training session will be on Saturday afternoon.After thinking about it, Harry felt that it would definitely be okay to tell Ron after this - after all, he was only going to talk about the relatively simple part of the relationship now.

That night, Harry told Voldemort his thoughts.Because he wanted to know what kind of public identity Voldemort planned to use in the future-should he continue to be the professor, or announce his comeback?Moreover, what the God of Death said is to make it public, what does the scope of this public include?

"The fewer people know, the better." Voldemort made a conclusion on this matter, "there will be less trouble." He has never been interested in the so-called demands of Death, so it is impossible to believe them all at this time.For example, the scope of insiders, and how much content to publish, these are things that need to carefully weigh the pros and cons. "Just take it slow."

Harry nodded.He also doesn't want his love life to be a newspaper headline or something, that feels awful.For the vast majority of people who wouldn't get involved, maybe it would be better to convince them that Voldemort was dead.He felt that he was different from the Ministry of Magic's whitewashing, because he had already decided to take the risk and risk his own life.

He had been prone to brooding lately, and Voldemort had naturally noticed this.But he didn't want to force Harry to say that he only asked him to rest softly, and there was training tomorrow.And when Harry fell asleep, he got up from the bed and went to the outer office.He could probably guess what Harry was thinking, he liked Harry's trust, and he didn't think it was what he expected.so……

Voldemort flicked his wand, and a string of black magic symbols flashed across the skin of his arm before disappearing.

In the middle of the night, the candles in the principal's room were still on.The humming of silverware and the snoring of portraits are intertwined, making the people who are still working even more deserted.

"It seems that I heard someone calling me?" An old wizard in a silver and green robe suddenly opened his eyes.He didn't want to move at first, but the voice probably didn't stop, he could only stand up tremblingly from his wooden chair, walked out of the photo frame with a face of reluctance, and the blanket slipped halfway from the armrest.

But within a minute, he ran back in a hurry and shouted: "Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" The sound woke up everyone else and caused a lot of complaints.

"What's the matter, Phineas?" Dumbledore was writing a letter, and asked.

Phineas Nigellus Black's voice was no longer his usual arrogance, and the pointy goatee on his chin was literally quivering. "Someone asked me to bring you a message..."

His performance was so extraordinary that Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand and raised his eyes. "Who?" An inexplicable premonition told him that it must be a big event that made Phineas lose his composure to this extent—you know, after No. 12 Grimmauld Place was used as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Phineas Smith never wanted to speak to him again, because they put him and the other portraits of the Black family in a dark room.

"They said that an old friend of yours is coming to see you, and he will be here soon." Phineas said awkwardly, his face twisted when he mentioned "old friend".Not anger, but more fear. "I can't say his name..."

The other portraits were quiet after he spoke, but when he heard this, there was an uproar.They knew that Dumbledore had been suspicious of Voldemort's return for a long time, but he hadn't found anyone.As soon as there was news, Voldemort was going to come to the door in person?

Dumbledore watched him, only a flicker of shock flashed across his face before returning to normal. "The Lestrange family told you?" As a pure-blood family, the Black family is related to other pure-blood families, including Malfoy, Crabbe, Rozier, Crouch, and Yaxley. etc.But this kind of message can only be brought by Death Eaters at the confidant level.

Phineas nodded.He still wanted to say something, so he gasped with the others - because there was the sound of the spiral staircase mechanism going up outside - someone came in without permission.The sound soon became the sound of footsteps, and then the turning of the lock.Immediately afterwards, the door opened, revealing the figure of a person.

There were exclamations one after another in the principal's office.An old lady dropped her teacup without knowing it, and another red-nosed wizard even knocked over his own chair.

"Tom." Dumbledore said softly, his tone and expression had a hint of "as expected".His last official meeting with Voldemort was also in this office, but that was decades ago.

There was a commotion among the pictures on the wall, and it seemed that many faces were trying to poke out of their frames.Voldemort didn't give them even a glance, just staring at the gray-bearded old man.He closed the door behind his back, his lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "You know, Dumbledore, I've been waiting for you to say that for the second time." His tone was equally soft, but there was a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Dumbledore sat there, watching him approach without blinking.The opponent carries the chill of the night outside, and more of it comes from the character himself.The normal face and bottomless black eyes reminded him of the years when the other party was studying at Hogwarts, but Tom was always carefully hidden in front of him at that time, but now...

Something is different, really, Dumbledore thought.Tom was ready, he was bound to win.