[HP] Seven Nights Talk

After half an hour.

Snape's hands were still resting on the table, his knuckles protruding from excessive force, and they were white.His face was gray, his lips trembled unconsciously, as if he had lost his ability to speak.He didn't notice the cold wind coming in through the open window behind him.

Dumbledore knew he had been hit hard.When Snape agreed to act as an internal response to the Order of the Phoenix, it was entirely because he took advantage of the other party's guilt and used the excuse of "protecting Lily's child" to threaten him as compensation.And now, right under their noses, Harry was abducted by Voldemort—Tom had been lurking by Harry's side for four or five years, but they could only confirm that it happened after the other party admitted it.Dereliction of duty, sure.Then what to do next,

Snape seemed to be thinking in the same direction as he was. "Maybe we should know what Potter thinks," he said, not knowing why he took it to chance. "He must have made a mistake somewhere."

"I'm afraid he knows more than we do," said Dumbledore calmly, and then said a bit about Sirius.That happened a few days before term started, when Sirius happened to be back at 12, Grimmauld Place, and had a long talk with Harry.

Snape's dark eyes widened.He couldn't understand the whole thing, from what Voldemort was thinking to what Harry was thinking to what Dumbledore was thinking. "But it can't!" He growled fiercely, "How could they...they are sworn enemies!"

Dumbledore gestured to him to calm down. "This is something we all know, but it's probably just a superficial thing." His hand fell to the table again, "There are too many things we don't know, so we can't draw a deduction based on facts. Can Do me a favor, Severus?"

Snape was still staring at him.He could see that Dumbledore had passed the period of incredible reaction and was now preparing a countermeasure.So he finally nodded and asked, "Notify an emergency meeting?"

"Of course." Dumbledore replied, drawing a few names in the air with his wand: "But I think it's best to limit yourself to these few people first."

The night is still dark, but in fact, not only the principal's office is not peaceful.In the low place between the peaks, many uninvited guests suddenly ushered in.Wrapped in black robes and masks, they walked cautiously between boulders and trees—a cemetery ahead.

"What is this place?" Someone asked softly.

"I don't know." The answer was cold, but obviously nervous.

"Where is the Dark Lord, I don't see anyone else..." the man asked again.

"Shut up—" The one who answered used the snake-headed cane to push aside the dead branches in front of him, his eyes were searching among the messy stone tablets, and he found it.He quickly quickened his pace and walked to the open space before everyone.

There was apparently a small Muggle village nearby, lost in the dark night, lifeless.A tangle of pine and yew trees surrounded the cemetery, and on a hillside stood a fine old house in disrepair.The lingering moisture reverberated in the valley, and the icy cold wind was blowing, causing many people to shrink back.But more and more people found the target, and gradually came out from the woods and behind the boulders, and stood in a few scattered rows, obviously there was a certain pattern.No one dared to be the first to speak out, and everyone was guilty and silent.

In the center of their sight was a man also wearing a black robe.He was hoodless, standing with his back to them.In front of him is a crooked stele, and beside it is a sculpture of a figure holding a cross, with one arm missing.Even so, this is already the most luxurious cemetery in this cemetery.A group of people became suspicious, but still no one dared to ask, not even to make a big noise.

Voldemort knew they were all there, but he just stood there, staring at the new patch of soil that had emerged from behind the tombstone.What this means is obvious.It seemed that someone really couldn't wait... He took a slow breath, several thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he turned around and looked at the group of people.

"Long time no see." Voldemort said softly, with a very happy expression on his face. "The weather is good today, I feel good, and you have had a good time these years, haven't you?"

No one dared to look up.Although it is customary in Britain to start a conversation with the weather, if Voldemort ever did so, cut off their heads!Therefore, the feeling that this warm voice gave them could only be that it was more terrifying than rage, and more piercing than cold wind.

Voldemort had already anticipated this reaction, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly wider. "There seems to be a smell in the air," he said, making his breath audible, "a stink...guilt or guilt—because they abandoned the Dark Lord a dozen years ago? Or, actually, frustration ——Because the scumbags missed the opportunity to stand in line?"

Before he finished speaking, Lucius Malfoy was the first to kneel down, his body trembling. "Master, it's not like this, master, please give me a chance to explain..." His voice brought the others back to their senses, and they all fell to their knees.

Voldemort sneered.A cloud in the sky was passing by the edge of the moon, casting light and shadows on his face that flickered on and off.

For many, this night was a doomed sleepless night.Candles were rekindled in the drawing room at 12 Grimmauld Place, and did not go out until dawn.And after the brief meeting, the Death Eaters also returned home, sitting on pins and needles in chairs, or tossing and turning in bed.Originally, some of them had gained the trust of the Dark Lord, and the rest of them were now in a difficult situation-before they saved themselves by evading or lying, and abandoned the Dark Lord, so now they have to face harsher options.

It was mid-sun when Harry woke up.The sun slanted in from the window, feeling warm and comfortable.There was a rustling sound that lingered in the room, intermittently.He scratched his head, propped himself up, and found his glasses from the bedside table to put on, only to find that he was still in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's bedroom, and he couldn't help but be stunned.Under normal circumstances, in order to prevent being discovered, Voldemort would always take him back to the dormitory after he fell asleep, but today...

"Are you awake?" The rustling stopped and was replaced by a familiar voice. "Go take a shower first, and I'll ask the house elf to prepare breakfast for you."

Harry looked over and saw Voldemort sitting at his desk with his textbooks and rolls of parchment spread out in front of him, and a quill in his hand.He suddenly realized that the sound he had just heard was the sound of the nib scraping the paper - Voldemort was correcting his mistakes in his homework. "You woke up early?" He got out of bed, walked over with his slippers on, rubbing his eyes, "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"Isn't your training scheduled for the afternoon?" Voldemort said nonchalantly. "That's still early," he said, crossing out another word on Harry's paper.

"But I didn't go back last night, so I'm sure someone will find out," said Harry, rolling his eyes slowly. "What do you think of the headline 'Gryffindor fifth year sleepover in the professor's bedroom'? Could it dominate the headlines of the week?"

Voldemort burst out laughing. "You're underestimating yourself," he said, shaking his head deliberately. "Just change, 'The Savior shares the bed with the Dark Lord,' and the wizarding world will be buzzing about it all year long—maybe more than that."

Harry pouted, blushing.Will tease him! "That is to say, you let the Death Eaters spread the news? Or only half of it? I won't be surrounded by crowds when I go out later, right?"

"That depends on Dumbledore." Voldemort suddenly returned to a flat tone.

Harry looked at him sensitively. "Did you go to him? You told him...you went by yourself?" He guessed sentence after sentence from Voldemort's face, his eyes widening. "...Did you tell me everything?"

"Is that possible? I have nothing to say to him," Voldemort replied. "But he doesn't know what he thinks." When others said that, it was probably in a hesitant tone, but it came out of his mouth with a sense of indifference.

Harry heard a possible truth in this simple description.Voldemort would most likely stop in the headmaster's office immediately, and tell Dumbledore a few facts in an unceremonious tone, for example, he is Voldemort, and there are declarations like "The boy is mine", or And a lot of irony and ridicule...

Harry slid into the armchair, covered his eyes weakly, and his voice was almost jjj: "I should have done this..." Where to put his face is one thing, but more The important thing is, with Voldemort gone like this, Dumbledore must not summon the Order of the Phoenix to prepare for the war?Even if it is not an immediate war, it must be a pre-war alert!

"You underestimate Dumbledore too." Voldemort smiled with his lips curled up.On the one hand, he felt that the boy must care about the Order of the Phoenix, and on the other hand, he felt that Harry, who was so angry because of his actions, was extremely cute. "As I said earlier, he's not a typical Gryffindor. He won't do anything until it's planned."

Harry tilted his head halfway, watching him through his fingers. "Are you telling me that the war can begin when he finds out about you?"

"But he'll never find out," replied Voldemort, blinking his right eye very rarely.

Harry paused, put his hands down, and stated calmly, "You're very happy about it."

"Aren't you happy?" Voldemort asked him. "Isn't that exactly what you want?"

Looking at his smug smile, Harry gritted his teeth a little.Yes, he doesn't want war, that's what he does.And except for the two of them, no one else could imagine the truth anyway.He wouldn't necessarily do a better job than Voldemort if he had to find a way - he didn't have the knack for getting Death Eaters or Order members to obey his orders without objection - the call to take full control of either faction. force.And this can basically play a decisive role, because according to the philosophy of the Order of the Phoenix, they will definitely not take the initiative to initiate a war.Voldemort took a fancy to this point, coupled with his other advantages, thus occupying an absolutely active position.

The results looked good, and the Order of the Phoenix had no actual losses, but why is his hands so itchy now!

Voldemort looked at his gritted teeth expression, couldn't help picking his nose with the tip of the quill.Harry wasn't looking at him at first, he just felt a tickle in his nose, and then he sneezed twice, all the emotions that had been brewing were gone. "What are you doing?" he yelled angrily, jumping up.

"I just thought you might want to bite me," said Voldemort, holding out his arm. "Look, here it is. Don't kill yourself."

Harry stared at the fingers held out in front of him.Did Voldemort think he was sure he couldn't speak?Thinking of this, he opened his mouth, wanting to bite down.But when he came into contact with the smiling eyes of the other party, he felt that he would probably not succeed in doing so, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.He leaned over, put a slender finger in his mouth, and slowly licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Voldemort was surprised at first, but then his eyes changed.Not because of anything else, just because he saw Harry flicking his fingers, especially like... "Hmm!" He couldn't help but grunt when his fingers suddenly hurt.

"Good morning kiss!" Harry had checked where his clothes and wand were before, and he fully utilized his Seeker's agility to bite down, pick up his things, push open the door, throw After a series of actions like the last sentence, he ran away without a trace.

Voldemort stared angrily and amusedly at the slightly shaking door frame.Learn to be smart, remember clothes and wands, books and homework, and then you can use the Flying Curse.He withdrew his hand and saw a tooth mark around the root of his right index finger, which was already bleeding, and secretly thought that the savior was really ruthless.It was still shiny, he licked his fingertips, and suddenly smiled.

After running out, Harry realized that it was almost lunch time, and couldn't help cursing at the pile of homework.He sorted himself out in the deserted hallway, then turned and headed for the tower—he figured the common room would be turned upside down.

But when Harry went in, he found that everything was normal, and Ron and Hermione were sitting by the window doing their homework.He walked over, and before he could speak, Ron saw him: "You got up so early today, Harry!"

Hermione looked up at the sound and saw that his hair was messier than usual, and for a moment her smile was half a smile. "I dare say Harry must have had a great night."

That sounded weird... Harry pulled out a chair, was about to sit down, and finally came back to himself.Isn't this what Death said at the beginning, "a good night with peace of mind"?His ears were red: "...No, it's the same as usual."

Hermione let out a drawn-out "oh", full of embarrassment.Ron looked at them in turn, confused: "Are you talking about something I don't know?"

Hermione glanced at Harry, and Harry could only bite the bullet and say, "I have something to tell you after training this afternoon, Ron."

"What must be said by then?" Ron was even more confused.

Hermione giggled. "It's better after dinner, or Ron won't even be able to eat."

Being robbed like this, Harry's face was about to turn red. "Nothing," he said against Ron's extremely curious gaze, "it's just a little thing."

Although Ron didn't know what little things he had to take the time to say, but he saw Harry's expression, and thought of the answer slowly: "You're on a date?! You have a girlfriend?! Harry, you don't have a girlfriend?" The first to tell me?!" he yelled in shock.

And Harry quickly covered his mouth as soon as he uttered the first sound, so that others would not notice the sound. "Be patient, Ron, I'll tell you tonight."

Ron cast another skeptical look at Hermione, who grinned so hard that her teeth couldn't see her eyes. "Harry's girlfriend isn't you?"

"Why do you even say that, Ron!" Hermione scolded, "Of course not me!" She wanted to say something more, such as not being a girlfriend, but stopped.Evening is fine, and even better right after dinner.

Looking at her expression, Harry felt deeply that the second half of this matter was difficult.

Training in the afternoon went very well.After all, Ron is a rookie, and it is impossible to cooperate closely with the team, but it is okay.Harry felt that if Ron hadn't spent part of his mind trying to figure out which of the girls from the other houses was his girlfriend, he would have caught a few more balls.

Facts have also proved this point.After the team landed, Harry said a few summaries, and agreed on an approximate time for the next training session, Ron couldn't wait to pull him away. "Seriously, Harry, you'd better tell me who it is, or I won't even have an appetite for dinner."

Harry originally wanted to tell him when it was just the two of them in the dormitory, but he had no choice but to whisper the name in Ron's ear after being so pestered all the way.

"Professor Roald?" Ron stopped, his eyes glazed over. "You said you and..."

Harry wished he could cover his mouth again. "Don't say it!" he yelled.

Ron didn't recover at all, his eyes stared blankly ahead. "...Professor Roald."

Harry was in a hurry. "Not to tell you not to talk about him..." He suddenly realized that they had reached the door of the auditorium, he couldn't help but stiffen, and turned his head slowly - Voldemort himself was standing on the last step, looking at them with a slight smile - —Looking at him, to be precise.Then the other party opened his mouth and said, "Training over, Harry?"

Hearing the professor's unusually gentle tone, and seeing Harry's unconsciously flushed ears, Ron seemed to hear a bang, something broke.