[HP] Seven Nights Talk

I can only hear the whistling wind in my ears... The mountains and rivers have turned into blurred blocks of color... There are a few obvious spiers standing in a light and shadow intertwined with dark green and golden yellow that are unique to summer...

Within a few minutes, Harry was standing in the woods on the edge of Little Hangleton's cemetery.He knew exactly where they were before he went down because he saw the cross atop the village chapel.The sun in the sky just had a tendency to slant to the west, and the entire village located between the mountain peaks was still bathed in bright and scorching light.At this time, the surroundings were quiet, with occasional lazy barking of dogs in the distance, which was nothing like the cold summer night when Voldemort was resurrected.

"This place looks the same as it did 50 years ago." Harry stepped out of the shadow of the trees and looked towards the lower houses.A telegraph pole was erected between them, but it was still very low.Between the houses there was a road that stretched out towards the mouth of the valley and disappeared in the middle of the tall hedges.He still remembered the road he walked in Dumbledore's memory, it was extremely steep and difficult to walk.And Gaunt's old house was just beyond the branch of the road, which was hidden by the hedge.But from his vantage point, both the side road and the small house were blocked by dense, dark woods.

Voldemort was also looking around.He looked up the hill first, then turned in the same direction as Harry. "It's hot," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Let's rest."

Harry suddenly realized something. "He's not there?" He looked around again, and his eyes fell on the dilapidated but still the most magnificent building in the village: "The resting place you mentioned couldn't be the Riddle Mansion, right?"

"Yes." Voldemort admitted without hesitation, and walked out.As soon as he hit the sun, his figure disappeared from Harry's eyes, and there was no shadow on the ground.

Harry quickly cast an Invisibility Charm on himself, and followed him out. "But won't he live there? I think the Riddle Mansion is much more comfortable than Gaunt's old house." He said as he looked towards the cottage next to the mansion—he thought of the old gardener at the Riddle Mansion.

"Exactly, it used to be." Voldemort seemed to be able to see what Harry was doing, both of them invisible. "Don't look at it—do you think that after I live here, there will be people who might leak the news?"

Harry's heart sank.They were walking up the hillside now, and the sun was burning hot on him, but he felt a little cold. "The gardener was killed? I haven't heard the news."

"Of course you won't hear about it," Voldemort answered him. "Whoever uses Avada Kedavra to kill an old man in his sleep will look like a natural death, and no one will be surprised."

"So no one will come near here," said Harry dryly.At first, he only thought that the old man's death was his mistake, and then he suddenly realized that none of them expected this before the resurrection of the ring, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.Then he guessed a bit more from Voldemort's words: "So nothing weird has happened to Little Hangleton in the past few years, has it?"

Voldemort nodded, but then realized that Harry couldn't see him. "Of course. Even if the ring needs other people to take him out and absorb other people's vitality, he will not let others follow the traces of the dead to investigate here. So it is basically certain that there are Muggles in the village. He went out and came back intact - maybe a little frail."

where is maybe?Clearly is sure!Harry thought it over quickly in his mind.It was easy for a ring, his demagoguery was first-rate, and it was a gold ring studded with precious stones.After the deaths of the Riddles, the villagers always believed that the old house was haunted; no one would go in except naughty children.So this place is the perfect place for the ring to stay... "But you said you did?" He asked sensitively.

"Oh, that's because I summoned the Death Eaters here before Christmas last year." Voldemort replied lightly, "I think if he didn't see it, he should have noticed the traces they left. So many wizards have been here, There's no way he wouldn't have found out, could he?"

Harry knew about that meeting because it was the first peripheral Death Eater meeting.But he didn't know that Voldemort was planning this day at that time, and when Voldemort returned, he only told him that Old Riddle's tomb had been moved. "Are you trying to scare the snake?" He asked in disbelief.

"Not a single word of this sentence is true." Voldemort's tone was still calm, and they were almost at the gate of the house by this time. "I have to correct your wording. This is not a warning. First of all, before I did this, he had already obtained a physical body; then, to him, this was just another proof of a fact he already knew; finally, I can't wait forever."

Harry kept his mouth shut.He couldn't play tricks with Voldemort. The other party could come up with countless reasons that sounded very j□j, and they always did.But indeed, at the beginning they didn't know that the ring was suddenly resurrected, they couldn't find the ring in the middle, and in the end they cast the net carefully while considering the soul piece in his head.Moreover, I haven't heard of the mummy incident happening again in the past year, and this is likely to be the time for the ring to return to its physical body.

"So he's still here?" Harry questioned. "He knows you know this place, will he still hang around?"

"Of course." Voldemort passed through the crack in the middle of the wooden door without a sound, and a large rusty iron lock hanging on the door made no sound. "If the hiding place is discovered, it must be unsafe?"

Harry followed him through, and it was dark in an instant, and the tip of his nose smelled cold, damp dust.This and the outside are completely two extremes, he shivered reflexively. "You want to say that the most dangerous place is the safest place?" He asked suspiciously, covering his nose slightly, and saw a moving glimmer of light suddenly light up in front of him—probably from Voldemort's wand.

The light revealed a wooden staircase on the side, covered with cobwebs and moss, so decayed that its original shape could not be seen, the whole was crumbling.As the light came on, there was a unique rustling sound of nocturnal insects, which sounded eerie.At least he'd been sure to see a few ants that were extraordinarily large, the kind that would have made his aunt scream if they'd been at the Dursleys'.

The sights set Harry's brain racing.Then he realized at once that he couldn't think of a better place to hide the ring. "The ring's still around, but he doesn't live here anymore!" he said quickly, "and he'll probably check back in now and then, to keep track of the situation!" Then he heard Voldemort's approving laugh.

"That's right." The light had already floated to the top of the stairs, but there was still no sound. "We will know right away whether our guess is right or not."

The two went upstairs quietly.Voldemort raised his wand, and it took almost no time to discern, before walking towards an ajar door.It was also very dark there, but a ray of sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the heavy curtains and cast on the colorless floor.They didn't make any noise, but Harry was sure that anyone inside would have sensed their presence - the tiny air currents they brought up made the dust float in the beams, especially noticeable.

Voldemort turned up the light of his wand a little, so that it could illuminate the whole room. "It's too bright outside, they can't see in," he said, removing the invisibility spell as well, rolling his eyes around.

Their guess was right—this place definitely wasn't like it hadn't been lived in for 50 years.The place looks relatively large, like an upstairs living room.There were several chairs beside a long table, but the one at the head of the table had been drawn near the fireplace.Its backrest and armrests were stretched in dark suede, probably stuffed with down.There were two windows on the outer side, both hung with curtains.There was a large porcelain vase in the corner, and the flowers in it had withered into a deep black dirt; but judging from the patterns on the bottom that were not covered by dust, it was obvious that it was a valuable item brought from the East.There should have been carpet on the floor, but it had rotted away and turned into clumps of hair.

Harry frowned vaguely.This place is really ugly, but he still noticed a few details.There is a square mark on the wall, the color is different from other places, as if someone has taken something hanging on it.It might have been a picture frame or a portrait, but there was no trace of it in the house.The ground is more obvious. There are no obstacles on the road from the fireplace to the door, and it seems to be a road.He wanted to ask Voldemort how he managed to live in such a place before, but in the end he only moved his lips twice.

Voldemort didn't react in any particular way.He flicked his wand, and all the dirty surfaces in the room were instantly renewed, and all the disgusting things disappeared.Then he looked at the chair, then in Harry's direction. "I'm afraid you want to see me sitting here," he said. "Don't remove the Invisibility Charm, and you'd better stand away from the door."

Harry did as he was told.Although Voldemort hadn't explained everything before coming, one thing was very clear—to make the ring think that Voldemort was the only one coming.This was the quid pro quo Voldemort had agreed to bring him: that Harry should not meddle in the matter unless necessary.And how could Harry refuse?Anyway, deep down, he felt that he had to join; and Voldemort might not have expected what would happen then?Thinking of this, he retreated to the place against the wall, and couldn't help asking: "Do you think he will let us wait for a few days?"

Voldemort twitched the corners of his lips slightly, and instead of answering immediately, he walked to the window, opened a gap with his wand, and looked outside. "Impossible. He has already sent a letter to Dumbledore, and he is probably testing my relationship with Dumbledore. And I believe that if someone enters here and uses magic, he will definitely know." He turned his head , showing an inevitable smile in Harry's direction: "I think he will be very happy to see that it is me instead of Dumbledore."

For the next time, they did not talk again.Voldemort sank into the wide chair, staring at the fireplace as if in a daze.And Harry knew that his hand in the sleeve never left his wand for a moment, and his ears must be picking up the sounds around him.As for himself, he simply sat in the corner, thinking about the ins and outs of the whole thing.Then he thought of Sirius, guessing that Hedwig should have delivered his letter.The letter didn't mention where they went, but it mentioned something related to old Crouch.In any case, as long as possible, it is better to go back as soon as possible, otherwise his godfather will be worried to death.

Time passed slowly, and the sunlight cast longer and longer shadows on the ground.After it disappeared completely, the room became even colder.Voldemort waved his wand, and the fireplace burst into flames.

Harry took it as a silent signal.He stood up without a sound, moved his whole body, and took his wand in his hand.This light is very obvious at night, as long as the ring is a little vigilant, it will definitely be noticed.And Voldemort said that the ring must have sensed that a wizard had entered here, and it had been four or five hours since they arrived.It's not so much that the ring hasn't returned yet, it's better to say that he's watching the situation around.Therefore, it is time for him to prepare for the battle.But he couldn't tell if the ring would come in through the door or apparate directly into the room, so he could only carefully hold his breath and blink less frequently.

This went on for three or four hours.Harry didn't wear a watch, because he took off anything that could make noise before he came, and now he can only judge the time by the movement outside.When the sun just set, the noise from the village was the loudest, with the sound of children playing, adults talking, and the sound of pots and pans.After the noise of dinner passed, the village became a little quieter, and Harry guessed that people were talking in the tavern, and no one paid the old house any attention.Then the voice became lower and lower, and a small piece of silver-white moonlight could be seen peeking through the cracks in the curtains, and the Muggles were probably asleep.

But what about the ring?Why haven't you come out yet?

Harry muttered to himself, and carefully shifted his weight to the other foot.He had been doing this for a while, afraid that the sudden appearance of the ring would catch them off guard.Now this situation even makes him doubt, is the ring really impatient?He looked again at Voldemort - still motionless - and took control of himself.They have waited long enough, is it just a few hours away?

This went on for a few more minutes, during which the only sound could be heard was the crackling of sparks in the fireplace.Before Harry could think again "what if the ring doesn't come today", his worries proved to be in vain - Voldemort stood up suddenly, his body cast a black shadow under the firelight, stretching to the door.And at that position, a pair of feet appeared at some point.

"Long time no see," said Voldemort.He was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The latter did not speak for a while.Then he laughed too, which sounded very shrill. "It seems you saw me then?" he said, reaching up to lift his hood. "I'm amazed that Dumbledore is so reassuring about you."

If Voldemort hadn't moved, Harry felt he would have gasped for the timing of the man's appearance.This action is not very suitable now, because even if he uses silent, the other party may be able to detect his existence from the subtle fluctuations in the air or intuition.He leaned back slightly against the wall, his mouth shut, his eyes fixed on the door, the tip of his wand in that direction.He had to help Voldemort subdue the ring... but the other party must be very wary now, and he had to create a good time.He thought in his heart, controlled his reaction, and attacked unconditionally.

The person who came was wearing a black robe, covering his body tightly.Only the fingers and head were exposed, the skin was very pale, and the blue blood vessels underneath could be easily seen.No hair or eyebrows, red eyes, flattened nostrils fluttering slightly when speaking.This obvious contrast made him look at Voldemort in a normal state again - so why did the other party toss himself like this in the first place?

Voldemort didn't take another look in his direction. "I'm afraid that's not reassurance, but having to." He said, still with a smirk on his face.

Ring was still standing in the shadow by the door, the look in his eyes seemed strange and blurred in the dancing firelight.But Harry felt that the other party must be thinking quickly about the relationship between this impostor who imitated him and the Order of the Phoenix. "Looks like you're more like me now than last time." He made a sound somewhere between incomprehensible and exasperated. "You don't like Dumbledore, but he told you anyway."

"Even if he doesn't tell me, I'm still coming to you." Voldemort heard his doubts and clarified.He generally doesn't tell the truth, but he knows very well that if he only tells lies, he will definitely be discovered by himself, and then things will become uncontrollable.

Ring snorted coldly, and the lines around his lips became sharp. "Come and see how similar we are?" He raised his voice, "Name, appearance, and personality?" He snorted again, "Even I have to say, I didn't expect Dumbledore to have this trick. He It might be possible to stop me for a while, but he couldn't have gone on to do so much after that."

"Indeed it cannot," said Voldemort, seemingly resigned.

Ring stared at him closely.This action is easy because they are basically the same height. "It's the truth," his voice dropped again, "I saw your dislike for him...it's really not..." He changed the subject, "So all this was your idea?"

After he woke up, the only thing that was certain was that the main soul disappeared in Hogwarts, but he didn't know who did it.Dumbledore is the most suspected of them, but the guy in front of him can be said to be a latecomer.

But how is this possible?A twenty-something who beat Dumbledore empirically?It can only be the conspiracy of the old bee, right?

Deliberately create a new Voldemort, and solve the remaining Death Eaters in this form... Other aspects can be done, such as appearance; but this can't explain why the Death Eaters are really so desperate for this guy, so that Didn't believe he was the real Voldemort at all.

Could it be that those people from Azkaban were released because of the risk?No, no one could change the Dark Mark connection except himself.And after he got the body, he was furious to find that the previous contact method had been tampered with.So, how did this guy named Roald use his pseudonym to summon the Death Eaters and make others bow to him?Even if not all of them are loyal, it is impossible that there will be no reaction at all!

"You're certainly not telling the truth," hissed the Ring. "Dumbledore doesn't know me as well as he thinks, and he can't keep himself from showing off to all the Death Eaters. There must be something particularly important missing. "There was anger in his words, but at the same time, he observed the opposite side more carefully, trying to find any clues. "You copied the previous main soul?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly this time.This is a very bold guess, because of the limited information, the ring can only think that he used the main soul to achieve the result of successfully fooling all the Death Eaters. "Yes, or no, it's pretty much the same."

Ring was finally irritated by his ambiguous answer. "Explain the Dark Mark!" He took a step forward in an instant, and withdrew his hand from his sleeve as fast as lightning. "Who the hell are you?" he yelled.

At the instant of the sound, Harry gripped his wand tightly.But before he could make any movements, the porcelain bottle beside him suddenly exploded.