[HP] Seven Nights Talk

When Voldemort woke up, he only felt a warm orange in front of his eyes.He didn't even need to open his eyes to know what it was—sunlight pouring in through the window.A frozen snake needs the sun to move, Harry is really a good idea.

Then he opened his eyes, not too surprised to find himself lying in the east tower room of the meeting hall.There is a highland smell in the air, and there is also a salty smell brought by the sea breeze, but it is very slight.It was more of a potion scent, and he must have smelled the scent of Baixian.

The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up.He moved the whole body a little, and found that they were still sore and limp.But he's used to it and doesn't take it seriously.He sat up straight away, and the quilt slipped off his body.

There was no one else in the room.His yew wand was on the bedside table, and the door and glass windows were closed.A pot of potions was boiling on the mantelpiece, bubbling under the licks of the flames.This made the air in the whole room warm and filled with a pearly white mist.

Voldemort didn't need to take a second sip to know that it had an analgesic and soothing effect, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.Not because Harry seemed to have improved his caring skills by leaps and bounds, and because now he wasn't seeing the people he wanted to see in the first place.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the door opened quietly.Voldemort looked up, thinking for a moment that no one was there before realizing that it was his pet who had entered. "Nagini," he called. "It's good to see you taking my words for granted again." Just as Harry told Hedwig not to come to him, he said the same to the snake.It's just that there is not much blame in the tone of the words.

Nagini would love to roll his eyes now if possible. "It's your fault," she retorted hissingly, "Unless you also throw me on that deserted island full of stone statues, you should know that I can't watch you die."

If anyone else couldn't understand this, it wouldn't be Voldemort.In fact, in less than half a year, the basilisk petrified the original five-legged monsters on Delia Island, and the remaining ones only dared to live on the cliffs that were difficult to climb.After all, the basilisk doesn't like to eat five-legged monsters either, so besides the stone statues, the most common creature on the island is its favorite food - the acromantula.Anyway, no one would go to the unmarked island full of man-eating monsters, so Voldemort felt relieved to turn it into a paradise for basilisks.Of course, contrary to the Basilisk, the last thing the Death Eaters want to hear after they find out about this is to throw someone on the northern island (they privately believe that this is worse than Cruciatus or even the Killing Curse) .

"Well, of course I won't, not even as a joke." Voldemort didn't really mind Nagini's private actions either. "So if you say that, you have seen it all?"

At this time, the big snake had already swam to the bed, half of its body was stretched out, and its huge yellow eyes were staring at Voldemort from top to bottom. "Which one do you mean I saw?" She said in a very bad tone, "Is it the house that is going to be demolished or you who is dying?"

Voldemort leaned back, looking up at her. "Don't say that. Look, isn't it good now?"

"Do you still dare to say yes?" The big snake let out an angry breath, half of its fangs were exposed, "Is it okay to lie on the belly upright?"

Voldemort couldn't help complaining inwardly about the speed at which Harry finished.It wasn't much fun for Nagini to see it. "Okay," he compromised again, "just this one time." Although he wasn't sure about it himself, he was sure he could hide it from anyone else if he wanted to.

The big snake stared at him for a few seconds, then finally lowered its head. "It's better to be true," she said angrily, "otherwise..." She paused, and then added: "And don't think I can't see it, were you extremely disappointed when you found out it was me just now?" ?”

"That's just your idea." Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, but his next sentence asked, "What's wrong with Harry?"

"You can now be the same as before, which means that he is fine," Nagini said unhappily, "Why ask me a special question? Besides, if you want to know where he is, you don't have to beat around the bush like this!"

Apparently, if Harry was controlled by the soul tablet, he wouldn't be able to lie down well enough to wake up. "You've always known me so well," replied Voldemort, without moving his eyes, as if waiting for some kind of answer.

The big snake stared at him, angry and helpless.Finally she lost the battle and said, "He said he wanted to have a blast."

Voldemort nodded, lifted the quilt to get up, and put his coat on himself.Halfway through wearing it, he asked again: "Has anything strange happened in the past few days? Since you found me?"

From the way he got up Nagini could tell what he was going to do - go out and find Harry.She wanted Voldemort to rest, but it had never been her decision.This feeling made her uncomfortable, but she decided to try to accept Harry and get used to it, given that Harry had been taking care of Voldemort for several days in undressed clothes.So when she heard Voldemort ask this question at this time, she was very confused: "What other questions do you have besides you? And didn't you ask it once just now?"

"No, I just want to know something else." Voldemort replied, but he obviously didn't think so.Was he really worried about what the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix were doing?No, Harry was the most important thing now, everything was in his hands.If Nagini says it's okay, then presumably it's really okay?Anyway, seeing is believing, right?

Now, above his head, Harry was leaning on the fence, looking out at the distant scenery.The castle occupies a convenient location and is the commanding height of the archipelago; especially at the highest point of the tower, the view is very good.He could see a few small islands scattered to the north, and beyond that was a white expanse—the edge of the Arctic Ocean.To the south was the distant Black Spot, the other archipelagos and the farther British Isles.

It was a sunny day, and with Harry's excellent eyesight, he could still see a few fishing boats on the nearby sea at work.There are almost no wizards in the Shetland Islands, and most of the Muggles living on it rely on fishing for a living.When pulling in the nets, the surface of the sea was full of the silver light reflected from the belly of the whitefish and the pulsating sunlight on the undulating sea. Several petrels and skuas took the opportunity to catch the fish that jumped out of the water due to the crowd.

Harry took a deep breath.Because of the latitude, even in summer, the sea breeze is cool and comfortable.He had never been to this place before, and now he had to admit that the scenery was not bad.

So ordinary, so peaceful, and so beautiful.

When Voldemort came up, he happened to see such a scene.His boy stood there, eyes slightly closed, relaxed. "You really can't have fun," he said, walking slowly over. "I thought you could make yourself invisible with your broom and go out and fly around?"

Harry looked back at him immediately. "Are you awake?" he asked, taking a closer look.Apart from his paler complexion, Voldemort looked the same as usual.He relieved himself and said, "It's not too bad. If you let me stay with an unconscious person this day, it will break my record for the worst birthday."

"Worst? Huh?" Voldemort asked, but his tone was clearly cheerful. "So you're actually asking for a birthday present from someone who just woke up?"

"I thought you should know?" Harry watched him approach, with a smile in his tone. "Don't you know everything?"

The eyes of the two met within a short distance, and soon they got close, turning into a long kiss.By the time they parted, the posture of the two had already turned into a hug, and Harry was still panting slightly in Voldemort's arms.

"Just this?" Voldemort asked jokingly.He put one arm around Harry's waist and gently stroked Harry with the other, from his messy black hair to his back. "Then I have to say, the Savior is too easy to dismiss."

At this time, it is simply a taste to talk about the savior.Harry blushed slightly, but it only brought them closer. "The Dark Lords I've known aren't that mean."

This answer naturally brought another kiss.Without j□j, it makes people intoxicated. "It wouldn't be so nice to be seen," Voldemort teased, when they parted again. "You're underage. Think of the look they know they'll have afterward."

"It looks like I'm underage. And today is my 23rd birthday, and I'm already an adult by the standards of your era." Harry helped him complete the sentence. "Also, don't tell me that the Dark Lord suddenly feels guilty because of this?"

Voldemort shook his head, but didn't answer, just hugged Harry a little tighter.Guilty or not, he was a little worried.According to his deduction, the soul piece on Harry should have awakened by now.But he couldn't see anything unusual about Harry.Is there really no anomalies, or is Harry covering them up? "How are you feeling?" he couldn't help asking, kissing Harry's hair with his lips repeatedly.

"It couldn't be better," Harry replied, making himself think that Voldemort was asking what it was like to kiss.He couldn't give it away in the first place, especially in front of Voldemort, who had amazing insight.It wasn't very difficult to do this, because it happened to be one of the few times when Voldemort showed tenderness, and he only needed to try to bury himself in each other's arms.

Voldemort acquiesced to his approach, his hand still stroking his back.Harry felt the same as before, except a little nervous about him.That's normal, and anyone would get nervous seeing their other half forced to assume snake form after temporarily running out of mana.And they had said before they acted that Harry would have to use Occlumency at all times in the future.He hesitated for a moment, and decided to think that he was thinking too much for the time being.Harry never lied, and it should be no different this time. "It's all right then. It's getting better, isn't it?" he said softly.

Harry seemed to hear a small, dark voice answer, don't be silly, and me.But he resolutely dismissed that answer, and simply said, "Of course."

"So you still want a birthday present?" Voldemort turned the conversation back again. "I thought you had already taken that one?" He moved his thigh meaningfully.There was a little hard thing stuck between them, it was a ring.

"I just thought someone might want to see it," Harry replied, sounding muffled as he buried his face in the fabric. "You know what we should do next."

The next thing they should do is to let people match Voldemort's false identity with Voldemort.Maybe not everyone needs to know, but certainly includes the acquaintances around.Although they seldom mention this problem, the problem that the Soul Resurrection Stone can solve is the natural moat that ordinary people cannot touch-establish a connection between the dead and the living-the people that Voldemort and the Death Eaters killed before are too far away. If there are too many, it can't be blamed that people can't accept it.

Of course Voldemort could have thought of this, but he heard another meaning.He had noticed Harry taking the ring as he was putting on his robes, and he took it for granted that Harry must have used it himself - he was well aware that Harry missed his parents all the time. "You said, maybe someone would like to see it?" he repeated, his tone tinged with surprise. "Anyone else? I thought you would..."

He couldn't go on, but they all knew what he was going to say. "I used it once, before entering the Forbidden Forest. It gave me enough courage to walk down and stand in front of you," Harry replied, his voice getting muffled, "and I don't wish I had the ability to use it again." Chance."

Voldemort fell silent.Yes, the Forbidden Forest, of course he remembered the Forbidden Forest.It was there that Harry decided to die.Then he cast the final Death Curse, and the two of them were in what Harry called a white mist that looked like King's Cross Station.It's been several years, but it's as clear as yesterday when I think about it.And it was him who made Harry only see his parents through the Soul Resurrection Stone.He is the culprit.

"Harry..." Voldemort opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he had a terrible feeling that he had never felt before - he seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to speak.He opened his mouth a few times, and finally realized that hearing Harry say the process had choked him up.

We have to say that many people believe that killing pays for life.But intellectually, the punishment of the Dementor's Kiss has almost disappeared in recent years.If it weren't for this, there would be no possibility of such a mass escape of Death Eaters.

Judging from the current situation, it is better to say that it is a kind of unauthorized parole than the return of the tiger that everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was worried about before.The Death Eaters are under restraint, not like they were before.Harry knew about it first, then Dumbledore knew about it, and even more other insiders.It's just that, except for Harry, they are not sure whether the parole observer-that is, Voldemort-has the qualifications, and whether he will change his mind halfway.

And the man who played such a pivotal role is now choking terribly.But this kind of thing shouldn't happen, because Voldemort won't allow it, at least he won't let others know.He swallowed silently twice, and finally he was able to make the same sound as usual. "Harry, listen to me. Don't answer, just pretend I'm talking to myself."

Harry felt his throat roll.But he didn't say anything, just clenched his fingers.

"I killed your parents, and I don't deny the fact. I believed that prophecy, and I chose an old enemy for myself, and that was you. I thought I would succeed—in fact, I had been succeeding until then — until that night. Your mother saved you. I didn't mean to kill her, but she stood in front of you."

"We all know what happened after that. Maybe you all call it a mistake of arrogance, but I refuse to comment on it. I hate failure, but at the same time I have always been ambitious. The biggest influence I have is the way, it doesn't make me give up my desires."

"I don't mean to apologize when I say this, it doesn't do anything. It doesn't bring people back to life, and it doesn't make things better on their own. I'm not begging for your forgiveness, it's just plain cheeky - I brought you This is the lightest word I can think of after my role. Well, whether this is my whitewashing or not, in fact I have to say that you are always entitled to hate me."

"I say that, and it's not regret. Regret also has no effect. Once something happens, it can't be taken back. But if it's a fluke, or a little selfish, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to meet you."

He finally heard it, on his 23rd birthday.Outside, the sky is blue and the sun is shining, the sea is blue and the wind is blowing.And under the spire of the tower, Harry grabbed Voldemort's collar, put his head on the other's shoulder, and finally cried bitterly.

The author has something to say: Can't understand V's words?The author Junlai to simply translate - you can hate me, but I love you.