[HP] Seven Nights Talk

"Harry," said Sirius, who was sitting near the door, and was the first to stand. "Aren't you asleep yet," he asked, wondering how much Harry had heard.In fact, as far as he was concerned, he'd rather Harry didn't know about it - because he felt that if Harry knew, he would definitely take the time to help, when in reality he had enough of his own problems.

Sirius wasn't the only one who was surprised.Although they didn't cast an anti-disturbance spell on the door, it was time for bed at night.And now Harry was standing there, wearing the clothes he had worn during the day, clearly unchanged.Coupled with the expression, it was obviously not an accident.

"Come in, Harry," said Dumbledore.Even if no one said it, Harry had clearly been waiting for such a meeting, the truth of the matter and where the Order of the Phoenix was headed.He must think that Harry has shown courage and sense of responsibility that he did not expect in this matter; but at the same time, even if Harry holds the unspeakable future in his hands, he has to think that Harry wants to be responsible in this matter. The idea of ​​completely replacing the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a bit arrogant.Isn't it easier for a group of people to do what one person can do?

Harry saw a slight worry emerge from the depths of Sirius' dark eyes.But he only nodded towards his godfather, turned and closed the door, and then walked to the very end, facing Dumbledore.He didn't sit down, and everyone could only look up at him slightly. "I didn't hear anything just now," he said, speaking clearly and evenly. "I just thought that when you said something similar, you would think of me."

Several people exchanged glances silently, especially Mr. Weasley in shock.That is to say, Harry stayed outside the door on purpose?He knew Dumbledore would find him and let him in when the time was right?

Dumbledore blinked, but didn't show much reaction. "Go on, Harry." He sat up straight, propping his elbows on the table, fingertips to fingertips, his expression focused.

Harry had conceived several plans before, but he was a little nervous when things came to an end.Anyone would be nervous, he cheered himself up in his heart, trying to find the most suitable reason for him: "Just as you guessed, I do have that kind of relationship with Voldemort. I knew it was him early on, and never Acknowledge the wrong person."

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix exchanged shocked glances.Although they had heard about it from Dumbledore, it was another feeling to hear the person concerned admit it personally.And Harry said he knew all along?That is to say, there is no possibility of Voldemort's deception?Or is Harry just speaking for Voldemort now?

At this moment, the gears in their heads could almost be seen from their faces, but Dumbledore didn't bat an eye. "Then what?"

Harry looked directly at him, and their eyes met in the air. "I know what you want to know. About the identities of the Death Eaters, about what they're doing, about Voldemort's plans... everything about the other side."

"Indeed, we want to know." Dumbledore readily admitted.There's no point in lying about it because they all know the situation.He also didn't doubt that Harry had told Voldemort the news inside the Order of the Phoenix, because he was afraid that Voldemort would be able to guess it himself, and there was no need to go around the bush.So he continued to stare at Harry with inquiry in his eyes: "But I suppose, isn't that what you're going to tell us next?"

Harry shook his head. "Of course not." His lips twitched slightly, but a word reached his throat but he couldn't get it out.

If there were any impatient people present, they would have already jumped up.But none of them - Dumbledore's fingertips met his chin, and the others, although they didn't know where they were going, were as silent as he was.

"As I said before, I know what you want to know. And I can get that information if I want to." Harry continued, trying to keep his voice calm.

"...I suppose you're implying that you're a better replacement for Snape among the Death Eaters?" Kingsley asked, his eyebrows raised to his hairline.

"I'm not a Death Eater," Harry answered quickly this time. "I'm not."

Seeing that he was not lying, everyone began to exchange glances again.That is to say, Harry was confident that Voldemort would tell him these things himself?

"I won't join the Order of the Phoenix either," Harry added.

This had the same effect as dropping a torpedo just below the surface of the water.Surprised expressions appeared on everyone's faces, and Sirius wanted to stand up for a while, but finally held back.Dumbledore didn't speak, his eyes were still on Harry, and at the same time he motioned for the others to be quiet.

Harry took a deep breath. "What I want to declare is this. I will not be biased towards any side. But I am not really neutral. My own purpose is to prevent a possible war from breaking out."

There were gasps of air-conditioning one after another.Dumbledore keenly smelled a scent from these words, and stretched out his hand to push the glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose. "Conceivably," he said, "I'm not surprised. So, you're here for your side now?"

Harry nodded.He felt that he should thank Dumbledore, because the other party did not point out that he was alone in this so-called position, and planned to listen to his opinion very seriously.

"So, what do you want the Order of the Phoenix to do for this?" Dumbledore asked again, in a matter-of-fact manner.

"No need to do anything under the circumstances," Harry replied.

There was a suffocating silence.

"Are you letting us all watch from the sidelines? The only thing you want to do is to save your own life?" Kingsley asked, with a hint of sarcasm inevitably in his tone.

"Probably not," Harry rolled his eyes. "Death Eaters don't act lightly these days. But if you must say so, I have to admit that it's a good idea to be vigilant."

"Will not act lightly?" Lupine asked softly, obviously trying to ease the air that was beginning to smell of gunpowder. "Are you sure, Harry?"

Harry nodded again. "Because it makes no sense. The Death Eaters will know that their Dark Lord doesn't expect them to. The Dark Lord has other goals."

"So you're telling us - that the Death Eaters are under Voldemort's control - a well-known fact," said Snape.Probably due to his personality, this kind of statement still carried a provocative meaning of questioning when he uttered it from his mouth. "Then how do you know what the Dark Lord wants to do next? What if he gets tired of the ordinary situation and suddenly changes his mind? And we are negligent and are taken advantage of by others? Who will be responsible for the consequences at that time? ?”

When he said this, Professor McGonagall looked at him nervously, as if he was afraid that something would happen, such as Harry pulling out his wand in anger.

But nothing unexpected happened. "I'm in charge." Harry said word for word.

There was a rustling sound around the table, and most people were too shocked to help themselves.Mr. Weasley's eyes widened, and Sirius tried to stand up again, but was held down by Lupine.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Harry?" asked Dumbledore, more seriously than ever. "You made a promise that no one has ever made before!"

"I know. But it's something only I can do," Harry replied.

Snape had endured it for a long time, and now he couldn't bear it anymore. "Who do you think you are?" he said, his voice sharp and close to a growl. "Is the Dark Lord a person who is easy to be controlled? You think you understand him, but you may end up being deceived! At that time, no matter whether you are determined or not, you will definitely not be able to compare with him! You are willing to die, we Never mind, but can you let other people accompany you on this huge adventure? You can say you are responsible, but can you afford it? Can you really bear the worst consequences? I thought you were not like Jen You are a guy like Tom, but now it seems that you are even more arrogant and pompous than him!"

Before he finished speaking, Sirius roared angrily. "Shut up, snot, shut up! You think you know everything because you're a Death Eater? What do you know? You don't know anything!" In a moment it would jump across the table and attack Snape.

In fact, it would have happened if Lupine next to him hadn't hugged him tightly around the waist in time.The heavy wooden table was pushed and shoved by their bodies, making a harsh friction sound on the ground. "Calm down, Padfoot, calm down..." he kept saying, with sweat dripping from his forehead, the muscles all over his body were tense, and he didn't care about his hair being messed up by Sirius' waving arms.Sirius has always had a bad temper, but this is not the first time the Order of the Phoenix has held a meeting. Why did they just roll their eyes when they disagreed at first?

Kingsley was about to say he agreed with Snape, but was taken aback by the movement, and grabbed Sirius' other arm to keep him from pulling out his wand. "If you have something to say, don't do it." His tone was still calm, but he unavoidably glanced at Dumbledore, feeling that this confused him even more: "What happened just now?" Snape always spoke meanly, Sirius It's impossible not to know, why is there such a big reaction this time?

Snape didn't speak, just leaned back in the chair.He noticed Kingsley's suspicious gaze, but he didn't know why Sirius wanted to do it.His words weren't nice, he admitted, and he'd expected Sirius to rage, but it was a little too much—the look in his eyes, as if he was telling the Potter boy to die.Did this idiot really think it would be safer for his godson to be caught in the middle?

But Harry didn't look annoyed at all. "I'm fine, Sirius," he said, controlling a slight tremor in his voice. "I can understand what Professor Snape means (Sirius makes a loud, angry gasp from his throat), and it's a reasonable suspicion." Consider his ability?

"Don't waste your time explaining to him, Harry! There's nothing to say to a man like him! Even if he doubts you, it's not your fault, it's his own dark heart! What's in his own heart, he feels The same goes for others!" Sirius couldn't calm down his anger at all, and shouted a foul word at Snape; while he growled, he kept his eyes on Snape. "Am I right, snot? Do you think you have the right to accuse Harry? Even, what right do you have to accuse Voldemort? Didn't you tell him the prophecy? Now that you say that, it is undoubtedly tantamount to admitting that you I am a coward, a coward..."

Snape's face paled instantly.Not for the name that few dare to say outright, but for the last few words. "I...coward?" He trembled his lips, trembling with anger.

"Stop! Enough!" someone yelled, over both of them.Everyone was taken aback, and turned to look at Harry again.Because this voice came from him, and there was a feeling of dread in it - not a threat, nor a threat, but a heavy feeling that seemed to be broken and cracked in the next moment.

At least Sirius picked up the sentiment.He stopped staring at Snape, and instead stared at Harry with utter concern, but couldn't say anything.Snape was similar, but he was clearly more confused than worried.

Harry took a deep breath.He knew that everyone was looking at him, and he should do something to convince them, but he found that in this fierce quarrel, his memory was evoked——

When he looked at Sirius, what appeared in his mind was the slow motion of the other party falling towards the curtained arch. Every moment seemed to be infinitely elongated, and the sounds of the surrounding battlefield seemed to be sucked out of his subjective consciousness; all he could see was Sirius seemed to be able to hear the faint sound of the wind when he fell—maybe this was just his own fantasy?

As he looked at Snape, he pictured those eyes finally looking at him and saying "Take it", while the silver-blue memory was still bubbling out of his mouth, ears and eyes; With tears all over her face, Hermione handed him a pear-shaped bottle with trembling hands...

When he looked at Dumbledore, what came to his mind was...

No, that's enough!enough!

The long-lost pain hit him, and Harry couldn't stand for a moment.But no, he couldn't let other people see this.He can't show any weakness because he has to convince them that he can do it, that he can stop this.

"I am willing to make such a promise, of course not for the limelight, nor for boasting of my strength." Harry finally replied. "Although I didn't do it voluntarily in the beginning, it will all come down to me in the end. This is indisputable. This is my fate; because this thing is destined to be done only by me, whether you believe it or not."

At the end of the sentence, Harry felt like he was about to fall over.But in fact, he was still standing upright, facing the faces with different expressions at the table.He might be able to say something more, but he couldn't go any further—he wasn't sure if he'd break down in front of all these people.He wanted to turn around and walk away, but he'd better hold out for a few more minutes -- or seconds -- to make it look like he'd given them plenty of time to ask questions.

No one spoke, no one moved.Time has become long, and it feels like years.Everyone looked at him like they didn't know him anymore, just for a split second.Even Dumbledore was the same, the other party's blue eyes were almost fixed on him.

"No more questions? Well, that's all I have to say, good night," said Harry, before turning to open the door.But what he didn't expect was that a group of people collapsed into a pile in front of him, accompanied by uneven cries of pain.Hermione and Ron were at the bottom, so he couldn't see their faces; and at the top were the twin brothers, whose mouths he had never seen open so wide.

This situation surprised Harry at first, then his heart sank, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief, although his face was still pale.It sucks to keep it from my friends, and now they all know it.No matter what everyone's reaction is, he is prepared, including the worst kind.