[HP] Seven Nights Talk

December brings more snow and an avalanche of homework for fifth graders.Of course, the seventh grade students are the same, even more tired, after all, they have to take the NEWTs exam and are approaching graduation.As Christmas approaches, Harry and Hermione's prefect work is getting heavier.Decorating the castle, babysiting the first and second graders, and patrolling the corridors add up to homework.

Hermione was much more involved than Harry, because she would have time to knit house-elf hats and keep Fred and George out of the magic tricks in the common room while she was doing it.Of course, Harry also had to organize Quidditch team practice, but after an all-too-easy victory over his old enemy, everyone's spirits were high and the practice went well.

While Harry didn't think it was anything to brag about, it was clear everyone else thought the match was full of gags.You know, with the usual style of the Slytherin team, they deliberately interfere with their opponents or even hit them, turn their heads and say that they didn't see them, and they were careless.This kind of tactic was frequently used against Gryffindor, but this time it was completely uncharacteristic - not to mention deliberate fouls, it can be described as a style of play that is cautious and timid.

Plus, it's not just on the pitch, it's in all sorts of other things.As big as Quidditch, as small as walking far away, the Slytherin students seemed completely afraid to risk any possibility of angering Harry.So that it didn't take long for people in the other three courtyards to understand one thing——

"They said you ruled Slytherin, by some means," Hermione told Harry at the breakfast table one day.At this time, the Christmas holiday is approaching, and many people are just waiting to go home for the holidays. "But I'm more concerned about other things—Harry, is there anything you've wanted lately?"

"What?" Harry resolved to ignore the previous sentence.Given how widespread the parents of Slytherin students are among the Death Eaters, it is of course necessary to please Voldemort.It's no fun for the Dark Lord to turn his face and deny people, and it's hard to please, so we can only start from him.But was he going to intercede for the Death Eaters for such lame tactics?Or were they just asking that the Dark Lord's impression of them wouldn't get any worse?Anyway, no matter which one, Harry is more concerned about Hermione's question now: "Why do you ask?"

Before Hermione could answer, Ron poked his head half way from the side. "You don't know, Harry, she's been bothered by this for half a month. I've said everything I can guess, but she thinks you have it all." His tone was full of resignation.

Harry still didn't quite get it. "So what should I answer you?"

Then Hermione glared at him. "If you don't say anything, I can only give you a bag of Australian black pepper jerky kangaroo meat—do you eat this?" The Grangers planned to take her to enjoy the sunshine in the southern hemisphere during the winter vacation.

Harry finally understood that Hermione was wondering what to get him for Christmas. "That's fine," he said, "thanks, Hermione."

Hermione looked at him this time with a look of hatred. "Actually, you don't want anything, do you?" she said, half envious, half envious, "because you've been taken care of!"

Harry coughed dryly twice.After the game against Slytherin, the whole school was shocked.They couldn't understand it, and of course they would pay more attention to both sides.As an obvious iconic figure, Harry instantly had a lot more people watching secretly.In the end, they didn't discover the relationship between Harry and Slytherin, but they discovered the relationship between Harry and Professor Roald first—as long as they pay a little attention, they will know that this matter is too obvious.

Why is Harry indifferent to Ravenclaw's beautiful Seeker?Why is Professor Roald, who is usually serious, always very gentle, even gentle when looking at Harry?

After clarifying these two issues, no one will spread rumors about Harry and Hermione anymore.Hermione was very satisfied with this, but at the same time, like everyone else, she was puzzled and surprised by their way of getting along: "You haven't been together for long, have you? You don't have enough time to get along? It's fine if you have a good impression of each other. How can there be a kind of familiarity?" Feelings that can no longer be familiar?"

If Rita were to describe it, she would definitely use old couple here.However, since a large number of students were not deeply involved in the world, they only felt that although the two of them did not do anything special, their eyes always hurt a little.Like the scene on the Quidditch field, it couldn't be more ambiguous, before the timeout, they began to look at each other affectionately...

The Slytherin students knew something deeper, and all of them looked at each other carefully, saying what they wanted to say-"Is this serious?" "Why did I see it?" and "I can't believe this Something's going to happen between the Dark Lord and the Savior!", and that sort of thing - it all rots in the stomach.Because if you give them two hundred bear galls, no one will have the courage to prove it to Voldemort or Harry; obviously, to prove it to Harry is basically equivalent to sending yourself to Voldemort.

In this case, even if Harry had a mouth all over his body, he couldn't explain the attitude of the Slytherins towards him.Is he going to tell the truth, is it because he was drawn with Voldemort or a close arrow?He has also thought about it now. In the final showdown, he will wait until they catch the ring and say that this will be good for promoting acceptance and will be more stable.Therefore, he was not in a hurry, but he just had to endure the eyes of everyone.

Then there's the matter of Christmas.Uncharacteristically, Sirius suggested that Harry spend Christmas at school this time.Harry didn't know that Sirius almost fought with Snape because of him, but he could probably imagine the reaction that the members of the Order of the Phoenix would have when they heard about it - definitely not one of support, but one of opposition .He guessed that Dumbledore should have told some members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Sirius didn't want their attitude to affect him, so he suggested that he stay in school.At least, he was sure that Professor McGonagall looked at him with suspicion, and Professor Snape was almost vicious, although the latter tried his best to hide it.

To be honest, it made Harry uncomfortable, but he had expected this day when he made the decision.He can't get everyone to agree with him, but he firmly believes that this approach is best for everyone.It must be more cost-effective to pay him one and lose many, right?

So Harry pretended not to notice anything, and happily agreed to Sirius' proposal.Ron intended to invite him to the Burrow, but he politely declined.Two days before Christmas, he sent Ron and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express, and then went back to the castle by himself.This time everyone walked cleanly, and he was the only one staying in Gryffindor College.Thinking of the empty common room, he could only comfort himself bitterly, at least no one would compete with him for a table by the fireplace during the holidays.

There are countless stairs leading from the gate to the tower.Just as Harry was standing on a platform waiting for the stairs to turn around, he heard footsteps behind him, couldn't help but look back, and then opened his eyes slightly: "Professor Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore was wearing a cloak with snowflakes on it, obviously just returned from outside. "Harry," he said, striding over, and then noticed that Harry was staring over his shoulder. "Oh, it's snowing a little outside, and it's beautiful, isn't it?"

Harry nodded.He wanted to ask where Dumbledore had gone, but felt that he was not qualified to ask this question now - he had many secrets that he had to keep from this venerable old man.

Probably seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Dumbledore took up the conversation again: "I just went to Hogsmeade... I heard from Minerva that you plan to stay at school for Christmas?"

Harry nodded again. "Not bad," he said, "I just happen to be able to concentrate on my homework by myself."

Dumbledore stared at him with blue eyes.This lasted a little long, at least the stairs turned and turned again.Harry was not in a hurry, and felt that he hadn't spoken to Dumbledore for a long time, so he stood there quietly and let him watch.Finally Dumbledore smiled and asked him, "Would you like to have afternoon tea with an old man, Harry?"

Thinking of the headmaster's weird tastes, Harry couldn't help laughing. "It's not a pile of cockroaches, I'll eat them."

He said this very naturally, and Dumbledore's smile brightened: "Oh, how did you know that I like cockroach piles?"

So the two climbed up the stairs to the eighth floor together.Although Harry hadn't been in the principal's office a few times in the past few years, he had been in it countless times before, and he was quite familiar with it.After he sat down this time, he glanced around casually, and found that the furnishings were no different from last time and his memory.Phoenix Fox stood on its stand, looked at him with round eyes, and chirped softly.He looked at it for a while before noticing that Dumbledore had a glass of butterbeer and a plate of cranberry fritters floating in front of him. "They look great, thanks."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I just found out I've eaten the roach pile," said Dumbledore in a regretful voice, before sitting down behind his desk and winking at Harry.

Harry smiled back at him.He took a sip of the hot liquid, and finally noticed that the picture frames on the wall seemed to be watching him intentionally or unconsciously, and a chubby wizard put on a hearing aid pretending not to care.

Dumbledore didn't seem to notice this.He casually pulled away from the sweets, then said a few words about school problems, and finally returned to the topic. "Are you wondering what I want from you, Harry?"

"Just tea, Professor," Harry answered honestly. "Of course, if you have a question, that's fine." Wouldn't Voldemort come up with something again, so that Dumbledore had to ask him?

Dumbledore looked at him for three seconds. "I've heard an extremely interesting claim," he said, his voice softer, "but I think it's probably bullshit."

Harry stared at him, subconsciously feeling that the statement had something to do with him. "Interesting? What is it?"

Dumbledore glanced at him. "Do you know Parseltongue, Harry?"

"...Yeah." Harry nodded, feeling a little dry in his mouth.He could probably guess what Dumbledore had heard—there was news from within the Death Eaters that he could speak Parseltongue; and the most famous Parseltongue in modern times was Voldemort, the only one in essence.In people's cognition, Parseltongue is equated with the evil dark wizard.

"Then I may venture to assume that you know what I want to ask. Do you, Harry?" Dumbledore straightened himself, pointing his fingers straight.

"Of course." Harry put the glass on his lap and moved it back and forth.

Of course he knew, but how to explain it?He can speak Parseltongue because he is Voldemort's Horcrux.But that's probably not what the Death Eaters said. It's more likely that he—Harry—was born a dark wizard.

Can he tell Dumbledore the truth?Anyway, no matter what, he has strengthened his confidence, hasn't he?It doesn't matter if you die...

Harry opened his mouth, but a sudden, sharp pain hit his head.He seemed to see Dumbledore stand up, surrounded by horrific, ear-piercing screams.Then the next moment, he didn't know anything.