[HP] Seven Nights Talk

It was a white mist, gravity seemed to have disappeared, and he was floating in it without any focus.He didn't seem to be wearing anything, and the bright light from above made him feel warm.But something seemed to be tearing and writhing deep in his body, restlessly tossing his nerves, causing bursts of sharp pain.

Stop it, it's not right.

Where is this, Harry moved a finger, feeling nothing.Then he swiped vigorously, and the position of his body didn't seem to change.He struggled, trying to change his situation, but only felt a splitting headache...

He woke up.The white mist gradually dissipated, slowly freezing into a snow-white ceiling.But his head still hurts, and he can hardly remember anything, including why he feels a headache.It took half a minute before he recognized that he was in the school hospital, and at the same time realized that there were other people in the space.Their voices were low, as if they were afraid to wake him up.

"...explain, Dumbledore. How did you make Harry look like that?" said a voice, almost frozen to ice.

"Dumbledore wouldn't..." another tried to interject.

"Shut up, Blake, it's none of your business." The voice cut him off even faster. "Say something? Huh? You haven't always been a good talker?"

"...I don't know." The third voice sounded, slightly tired. "Harry seemed to want to say something, but it didn't work."

There was a silence.Harry slowly came back to himself, realizing who these three people were.He wanted to make a sound, but all the strength in his body now was enough to blink twice.

"You don't know. Very well." Voldemort's voice was almost grim. "You're trying to learn something from Harry, thinking it's a good direction; then it's self-defeating, and you tell me you don't know why, huh?"

Dumbledore didn't answer him.In fact, he was standing by the window, staring out in a certain direction.He couldn't explain why Harry suddenly fainted, so he couldn't face Voldemort's questioning.That situation was too weird, as if his mind was held back by something and he couldn't tell the truth... But he couldn't find anything suspicious in Harry, it wasn't Voldemort's doing... and the latter came The speed is too fast, he hasn't notified yet...

Sirius stared at Voldemort, feeling himself on the verge of an outburst of rage.How could Voldemort have reason to accuse them?Obviously he is the big villain, the culprit of all this, isn't he?

Voldemort continued to stare at Dumbledore viciously.

Merlin knew that the moment he suddenly felt that something was wrong with his whole body, the first thing that came to his mind was the way the books that had been thrown out of the bed disappeared in a flash, and cold sweat broke out in an instant.How could Harry still have accidents at Hogwarts?This sentence has not completely come out of his mind, the body has rushed out of the door before the consciousness, as if there is a direction of traction-in fact, there is, probably it was cultivated after staying with him for a long time in the past few years perception.

So one can imagine how frightened he was when he saw Dumbledore rushing out from among the jumping stone beasts, holding Harry, who was pale and closed eyes, in his arms.He scolded immediately, grabbed the man and hugged him before Dumbledore recovered, and then went straight to the school hospital.Dumbledore called Sirius after him, and Sirius came rushing through the fireplace, almost when Harry got into bed.

And after Madam Pomfrey checked and said that Harry had just passed out, Voldemort was only half relieved, and accused Dumbledore angrily.He was going nuts - he and Harry hadn't gotten into such a serious fight before, how could anyone dare to do this?The boy who hurt him right under his nose?There were many moments when he wanted to draw his wand, to think of countless powerful dark magics, to pour them all out, to kill people, to level the whole place; but a voice in his head whispered to him that if Harry woke up to a mess that could only get worse.I don't know why, but that weak voice won in the end.

His murderous look overwhelmed Sirius.Of course, this was not the whole factor, because Sirius clearly knew that he and Voldemort were not on the same level at all, and it would be no good to really anger Voldemort.And he had to listen to it twice before he was sure that Voldemort was really snarling at Dumbledore without hesitation - for Harry.With that tone and momentum, it seemed that Avada Kedavra would be thrown out next.Then, he had a more terrifying conjecture - Voldemort didn't do this, was it because of Harry?

In this suffocating heavy silence, even a small voice is infinitely amplified.Voldemort was in a fit of rage when he heard a slight movement on the other side.He turned his head, just in time to see Harry's eyes opening and the movement of trying to get up, and took a few strides across. "Stay still," he said, trying to push Harry back onto the bed. "Lie down."

Harry reluctantly shook his head at him.He had meant to say Voldemort, but at this point even a few more syllables were too much to hope for. "No, Tom, I..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Voldemort looked at him - black eyes and green eyes for several seconds - and finally gave in.He helped Harry raise the head of the bed, put two pillows on Harry's back, and handed him a glass of water. "how does it feel?"

"Hmm..." Harry drank half a glass of warm water, feeling better. "I'm fine," he said. "Why are you all here?"

He was talking to Dumbledore earlier, and the "you" obviously meant Voldemort and Sirius.And whether it was Dumbledore or Sirius, they all looked at him with an extremely shocked expression now.

Harry didn't recover for a moment.It wasn't until Voldemort sat down heavily on a chair next to the bed that he realized why - the headmaster and godfather were presumably intimidated by how he and Voldemort got along.

"Well, as you can see, that's it," said Harry, trying to smile.Anyway, the showdown has already been made, and it was just right to see it with my own eyes, and it also avoided the possibility of his explanation being suspected of being a lie.

Voldemort snorted contemptuously.Obviously he would never bother to explain, even to Death Eaters, let alone members of the Order of the Phoenix like Dumbledore.

Sirius twitched his eyebrows.He seemed to have a lot of things to say, but at that moment, they all slipped away.Or to describe it accurately, his mind is not strong enough to understand the current situation.

What did he just hear?Harry called Voldemort Tom, and Voldemort didn't respond in any other way?Then Voldemort took care of Harry at a faster speed in front of them, it can be said that he is very familiar and impeccable.

……How can this be? !The changes are too fast, right?

He wasn't the only one who thought so.Dumbledore glanced alternately between Harry and Voldemort, shock slowly turning to thought.Then he said: "Anyway, it's my fault. I'm sorry, Harry, but I was in a hurry."

"No, this is..." Harry was about to say that he wanted to say it voluntarily, but Voldemort pressed his hand, and the words were cut off.

"Better," said Voldemort, in a tone of terribly obnoxious sarcasm, "but I don't think you'll be able to do it again."

This made it sound like the Order of the Phoenix was going to harm Harry, and Sirius was furious in an instant.Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder at the right time, and then said to Voldemort: "I've never seen you so angry, Tom." He slipped a circle on Voldemort's right hand pointingly, "That's not true. Good for talking in the ward, isn't it?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly.Then he stood up and said to Harry, "Lie still, I'll be right back." His tone of voice was very different from his tone of voice to Dumbledore, but he didn't seem to notice it himself.Then he turned around and walked out the door quickly.Dumbledore glanced at Harry, and followed him out.

Harry blinked.What are they trying to hide from him?But before his dull brain began to turn, a magnified face approached in front of him: "He has two attitudes towards you and us, completely! I think I understand what you mean." Sirius's The voice was full of disbelief.

As for the situation outside, the atmosphere obviously couldn't be better.Voldemort came to the end of a corridor where there was an icy window.Then he said coldly, "What do you want to say, Dumbledore?"

"You care about him." That's what Dumbledore said.

Voldemort let out a short laugh. "I don't even know, when did you have the ability to reason, Dumbledore? Have you finally given up your clichés about love? Or do you mean the same thing when you care about love?"

Dumbledore looked sideways at him, then back at the shiny ice outside. "Of course you won't admit it. But whether it's concern or nervousness or whatever, you care about him."

Voldemort saw the meaning of the other party, and did not intend to bother to refute the stubborn old man. "I thought you should find out countless reasons at this time to convince yourself that I am using him."

"Of course I have, more than once," Dumbledore admitted. "Harry always believed that people's hearts are good and they can be repented, and you..." He paused, "In a sense, he is the opposite."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, not paying attention. "Sounds like some kind of compliment."

Dumbledore ignored his answer. "I still don't understand how this happened. It seems to be limited to a secret that cannot be known (Voldemort snorted). In this way, I cannot judge this matter accurately. But one thing is certain, and that is what I just said." He turned his head again, looking directly into Voldemort's eyes, "I have to say, I am very happy."

"You are so easily satisfied." Voldemort's thin lips were drawn into a straight line, his expression was calm, but the words he said were much more irritating than his expression.

"You didn't understand me." Dumbledore added: "I'm not happy that you finally know that you care, but that it's Harry you care about."

Voldemort was not quick to answer the question.He remembered one thing, the phrase he used to like to laugh at Harry was "Dumbledore's favorite golden boy", and now the situation is almost exactly the same.But it's also different, because he doesn't want to say it at all now.That sounded like a show of weakness, and he would never show weakness in front of Dumbledore. "You'd be naive if you thought you could control me by controlling Harry."

"No, I never thought of that," Dumbledore denied. "It's just that Harry hopes the future will be better, and so do I, that's all."

Voldemort took him a long look. "I don't want to listen to your nonsense, if that's all you have to say."

Dumbledore didn't argue with him like that. "As long as you remember them."

Voldemort was already raising his leg, but he gave a mocking smile when he heard this. "Do you really understand what you're talking about when you say that?" His tone was a little sarcastic, "You always talk as if you know everything, but in fact you don't know anything, right?"

He strode away, leaving Dumbledore standing where he was.What does the last sentence mean?