[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry had no idea what happened that night.The next day, when school officially started, he turned his attention to other things.

The incident during the summer vacation didn't seem to have spread widely, at least Harry didn't find any students acting strangely towards him.Among those who knew, Professor McGonagall's eyes always turned into deep worry when he saw him; and Professor Snape seemed to want to see him even less, after his previous objections were ineffective.

Harry wondered if they still thought he was too arrogant.But it doesn't matter, he thought, words are not proven, and future facts will prove everything.

Among the newly known people, Hermione and Ron have expressed their support for him; Ginny has not directly expressed her position, but she looks the same as before; Wanted to punch Harry, for the same reasons as Ron.

"Who told you to hide it from us for five years? During the summer vacation, you locked yourself in your room for almost a month without seeing anyone?" Ron said angrily, "Just wait, they said they were coming to Hogsmeade catch you!"

Harry thought it would be a good deal if he could get understanding from a beating.But he didn't say that, because he had to worry about the gap left by the Gryffindor team before the twin brothers threatened to beat him-plus Angelina and Alia, the original team members More than half graduated last semester.

In addition, although the sixth grade does not have a grade test like the fifth grade, the homework is still not easy.There is never a shortage of homework, and professors now generally require the use of silent spells.Although Harry is already familiar with this, it is still a big burden for others.

"To be honest, if that incident didn't happen during the summer vacation, I think I might be jealous of Harry." One time when Harry went to visit Voldemort, Ron secretly said to Hermione, "Maybe I used to There was—but it's different now! I'm just glad I'm so ordinary!" He showed a look of sympathy.

"It seems that you finally know now that with greater ability comes greater responsibility." Hermione said directly.Of course she could see that Harry had been wary of them in the past; she could almost guess that Harry must have felt Ron's jealousy deeply.This kind of cognition deepened every time I thought about it, and finally turned into firmness—even if she went to Voldemort hastily, in retrospect, it was a lot of luck, and she didn't feel regretful.

Ron nodded vigorously. "Then why do you think Harry said that only he can solve this matter?" He shook his head, "Don't you think this sentence sounds very ominous?"

Hermione gave him a surprised look this time. "So you're not completely dull, are you?"

"You think so too?" Ron didn't bother to refute her words, and asked hastily, "Is there anything else bad?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I must have a guarantee from the mysterious man?" Hermione asked him back - the parchment is now lying in her box in good condition, "This matter is probably related to the mysterious man, I would. But I don't know if Harry is willing to speak up, it's just a precaution."

Ron started scratching his head in distress. "Then I wish I knew before we went to Hogsmeade," he said. "Fred and George will surely want to know that too."

Hermione didn't answer his question.This inspired her and made her feel that what Voldemort said at that time was because he had seen her tendency.It turned out that Voldemort needed someone to stand behind Harry, and that person couldn't be himself.Speaking of which, she hit the right opportunity this time.No wonder Voldemort agreed without hesitation, because his prerequisites included everything.

The shrewd Dark Lord never suffers, Hermione thought.Then she thought, being able to turn what she wanted into what they wanted to do was exactly what the Dark Lord would do.But anyway, it won't do them any harm, and it will bring peace of mind, won't it?

In his free time, Harry might have noticed that Ron had grown a little in awe of him lately.But even if he could handle the homework, what the prefect and team captain had to do was enough to torment him.And he didn't tell anyone that when he relaxed, he could always hear a small, vague voice echoing in his head, which felt like an evil whisper.

It wasn't a good sign, Harry knew it.But he just didn't want to say it, and no one wanted to.And on the first weekend, the team was going to be re-selected, and Ron's attention was mostly on it.In this way, both of them were a little absent-minded, and the truth was covered up like this.

Everything else is normal.By mid-October, the students had their first Hogsmeade weekend.Although the weather was very cold that day, it had started to snow, and there was still a strong wind, but the three of them left the castle together. Sure enough, as Ron said, the twin brothers had sent several letters a week ago, demanding Harry then went out and gave them an explanation.

That being said, when they actually met, both Fred and George gave Harry a vicious hug first. "You really played us around!" The two said in unison, "Thanks we have been taking care of you!"

Ron made a dissatisfied protest, like "I'm your real brother, and I didn't see you give me the Marauder's Map", but the twins ignored his voice.They each grabbed Harry by the arm and pinned him against the edge of the Three Broomsticks' wooden table. "Come on, let's start! We specially closed the store today, and we have a lot of time to listen to you!"

Although Harry was helpless, he could only explain what happened in person with the company of warm butter beer.Because of the inability to mention the fact that it happened before he came back in first year, this version is not too different from the version Lupine said.

The other four had already been familiar with the story in advance, and after thinking about it for a while, they could almost guess what happened. "We understand what you're trying to do, and we think it's a good idea," said Fred at last. "But if you could, could you explain why you used that categorical tone?"

"Yeah." George chimed in, but his tone was cautious, as if he already knew about Harry's passing out last Christmas, "like 'destined' or something...you know we have this Trelawney type Not interested in the description. Well, I mean, of course we believe you. While grown-ups tend to think it's a fantasy, if it's possible, why don't we do it?"

Ron nodded approvingly, having forgotten his little complaint when he first walked in.And Hermione added later: "Maybe you don't think so, but we feel that, if possible, we want to help you more than just watch you do it from the sidelines - we all mean that."

Although Harry had already guessed the general direction of the conversation from the attitudes of Hermione and Ron, he still choked up for a while facing the four pairs of sincere eyes.He had already prepared for the worst, but things were not like that at all.He didn't deliberately want to hide it, he was just worried that other people would try to persuade him to change his mind after they found out.And he valued and missed his friends so much that he doubted that he could resist the temptation.

"I can tell you," Harry finally said, trying to hide the heaviness in his tone, "but you have to promise me that when you hear it, you forget it as soon as you hear it. Don't try to persuade me, and don't mention it to anyone else. "

The four exchanged a look, both in shock and incomprehension, but they all nodded in the end.

"I am Voldemort's last Horcrux." Harry lowered his voice and said word by word.

But everyone who heard this final answer didn't understand what it meant at first.Until Harry briefly explained how Horcruxes were made and how he became a Horcrux, the four of them were all dumbfounded, their mouths and eyes were wide open, and their faces were as white as snow.To kill Voldemort, you have to kill Harry first. This answer is beyond the most exaggerated and worst imagination they could have before.

"So you get the idea? If he does the same thing, I'm going to have to die, and if he's willing to change, I'm probably going to die too," said Harry.Since they were in a public place, it wasn't convenient to be too explicit, so he only used personal pronouns.This matter went through his mind many times. He thought he was going to collapse when he said it, but in fact he was calm and composed like never before.And he also deliberately omitted a key part, that is, the soul piece in his head is now active.

There was a deathly silence around the table, which was incompatible with the lively atmosphere around.In the end, Hermione opened her mouth first, but didn't ask anything - she seemed too uncomfortable to speak.

But Harry guessed what she meant. "But that has nothing to do with me choosing to be with him. I do hate that bastard, but at the same time I love him." It was the first time he had admitted it so bluntly in front of anyone other than Sirius.But instead of feeling regretful, he just felt relieved.

"I couldn't agree more, he's a complete jerk," whispered Fred, who Harry had never seen look so serious. "He did what he did, and he deserved it. But you..." He trailed off.

George's voice dropped more than a note. "How come..." He didn't continue in the middle of the sentence, but blinked vigorously, "So this is what you call 'destined'? When he believed that prophecy and tried to kill you, he was already doomed the future result?"

No one answered his words.Harry acquiesced, and Ron's expression looked more difficult than anyone else's. "It can't be like this!" He suddenly yelled loudly, attracting the attention of the people around him without realizing it, "It can't be like this! There must be a way!"

Harry looked at them one by one, but didn't answer the sentence. "I'm done, and it's time for you to fulfill your promise. Forget it, and life will be the same as before."

"Do you really think so, Harry?" Hermione stared at him, her brown eyes filled with tears, "Do you really think that winning with your own life is the best thing?" ? Do you really think that if something happens to you, we can go on living like nothing happened?"

It was only seven years, Harry wanted to say, and of course his choice had value - no, even if it wasn't just seven years.But he couldn't say that, and he couldn't look directly at any of the four, so he could only look aside first, indicating that the discussion on this matter came to an end.

Seeing his reaction like this, the expressions of the three boys were full of support.And Hermione finally couldn't hold back, and threw herself on Harry and cried bitterly.

Meanwhile, Voldemort was standing on the south tower of the castle.This place is condescending, and you can see the frozen lake below and the looming outline of Hogsmeade on the other side of the lake.Just now, he sensed the fluctuation of the spell, and realized that Harry really did what he thought, telling some of the truth.

He didn't object, because only such a certain fact can let those people know that his boy is not playing tricks.On the other hand, he wasn't happy either.Not only because of the words Harry said, but also because of Harry's attitude - the boy must have sensed a little bit of what was going to happen in the future, so he wanted his friends to prepare in advance?

He was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do now.Although he has been secretly stepping up research on how to retrieve the soul piece without harming the host in the process, there is still no progress.Because of this, he could only stand here and feel the heartache from a distance.

Voldemort hated the feeling of powerlessness.He pursed his lips tightly, realizing that as time passed, the urgency of the situation they were facing became more urgent.And just before he started to think further, he sensed another person's breath, and the arc of his mouth instantly turned into a sneer. "Have you been free lately, Dumbledore?"

The old man with the white beard climbed up the stairs around the corner of the tower. "Not at all," he said, not at all surprised that Voldemort had spotted him beforehand. "In fact, I'm getting bored to death about you."

"Oh?" Voldemort assumed a tone of surprise. "I thought I hadn't done anything lately?"

"It's because you didn't do anything that makes the difference," Dumbledore replied quickly.Was this something the Dark Lord would put up with?He thought as he walked slowly, looking out the window in front of Voldemort. "Why just stand here if you want to go to the Three Broomsticks and have a butterbeer?" They both knew that Harry was probably on to something important.

Voldemort took his cue. "I know you have spies in Diagon Alley," he said through gritted teeth, "maybe you've heard something?"

"No, I haven't," said Dumbledore. "All I know is that Harry was there with his friends for butterbeer - I guess you know he's banned from the Three Broomsticks."

The two of them were playing charades with each other, and others might not be able to understand them, but Voldemort was obviously not among them.The so-called spy was Albus' younger brother, Aberforth, the bartender at the Pig's Head. "That's a pity, I think you will regret what happened today." Voldemort sneered.

"I have to be honest, I regret a lot of things. But it's not your concern—I always thought it was, you never cared about anything but yourself, Tom." Dumbledore's voice remained the same. very smooth.Then he withdrew his gaze from far away, and took a closer look at the face that always reminded him of the past. "Or can I say that you're standing here for the same thing?" As a result of that incident with Harry?

"None of your business, Dumbledore," Voldemort said warningly, hissing in his voice. "Your arms are always stretched too far."

But Dumbledore had no intention of backing down. "Well, I have to admit that too. But, is it my illusion now, Tom?" He asked softly, without blinking his eyes, "You're starting to care about others...meaning you're starting to become human ?"

"I'm glad you finally changed your rhetoric this time, Dumbledore. But, do you think so because of a word from me? Or, do you just want to hear some expected answer?" Voldemort said rudely He retorted, "Anyway, let me tell you, it's time for you to get a new pair of glasses." Then he turned around abruptly, left the window sill, and walked towards the stairs.

Because of this, he didn't notice that Dumbledore's beard twitched, which seemed to be a smile. "Maybe you're right about what you said today. I should have changed my glasses!"

The author has something to say: Another version of the dialogue between Deng and V at the end of the chapter——

Deng: Oh, Harry doesn't know you look at the Three Broomsticks from such a height!Hurry up if you want to go!

V: How did you know Harry was there?Did you spy on him?

Deng: No, my younger brother can't get in the Three Broomsticks, how to monitor?But then again, are you starting to care about other people?

V: Go away, old bee!It's none of your business what I become!