[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The next day was Christmas Eve.

Harry had been working on his homework since morning by the fire in the common room.Although he never liked it, anyone who makes a big decision and finds that there are many more people supporting him than he thought would be happy-because he was almost scared by the gift when he got up-

They were piled higher than the bed.Ron and Hermione's gifts are naturally among them, as are Fred and George, not to mention Sirius and Lupine... Mrs. Weasley sent him more mince pies this time, and it seems that the previous year The amount is added up.The greeting cards in the gift were basically just a few sentences, but for Harry, it was enough.

He had never intended to contrive more from this than he had originally intended, and now it all seemed to come out of thin air.This situation is similar to when he finally went to the Forbidden Forest. At that time, many people came out of the soul-returning stone and encouraged him to support him; now he is alone, but he has received most of the same living people expressing in various forms support and encouragement——

Harry had to think that the latter sounded much better than the former; even if there were some flaws, it was the best that could happen under the circumstances.Therefore, he was even thinking that even if the death contract was an outright lie, he could still accept it—once he accepted this fact and crossed that huge hurdle, he was now more and more restless than he was during the summer vacation. It's getting calmer.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the ghost movie in Harry's head had been much quieter lately.He had worried about what Soul Piece wanted to do before, but now he didn't want to speculate about what the other party would come up with - no matter what it was, he would not back down.

Perhaps for this reason, Harry felt that the homework that he had to remember until the end of the holidays before had become more pleasing to the eye and more convenient.You know, Voldemort's birthday is just after Christmas.If he didn't solve the things that should be done before, it wouldn't be very fun--Voldemort's demands on him definitely exceeded the standard of ordinary professors on students; in the first grade, he only felt that the other party was picking bones in eggs , and now he doesn't want to disappoint the other party, not at all.

In this way, Harry spent the whole day in the common room calmly, stretching himself until it was almost dinner time, then got up and went downstairs.

Even though there were not many students staying in the school, the entire auditorium was decorated very delicately and beautifully, and there was a bright light everywhere.The magic ceiling was like the weather outside, and snowflakes drifted from between the chandeliers and candles, but disappeared before they touched the heads of the people.

When Harry entered, he saw that the long house table had been removed and replaced by a smaller but more suitable dining table.All kinds of delicacies have been placed on the table, as well as firecrackers and fireworks.Several people were already sitting at the table, with Snape and McGonagall next to the headmaster.

Dumbledore was reaching for a brightly colored firecracker when he caught sight of him. "You've come just in time, Harry! Merry Christmas!" he said cheerfully. "Will you stop by the third-floor office, please? Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has just turned me down so viciously. I don't think he should." Will refuse you, if you ask him to come down to dinner?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry saw that the expressions of Snape and McGonagall became very strange, while the smiles of Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were a little narrow.He doesn't know how much they know now, but the eyes they cast on him still make him feel ashamed—it should be this way; maybe it's because of the special relationship, because he obviously isn't the kind who cares too much about other people's eyes people.So he responded vaguely, and just about to turn around, he heard a familiar voice.

"Harry," said Voldemort, stepping through the oak door and pulling Harry forward.

Obviously he didn't say much, but Harry still somehow felt that he was not happy.Then he thought, Voldemort must have taken Dumbledore's words and his reaction into his eyes, so he was very worried.Oh, and that reluctance feels like being coerced!

Harry's heart raced, and when he sat down, he quietly scratched the opponent's palm with his fingers before letting go.Of course, that hand was not so easy to give up, and it only counted if he squeezed hard.Of course, the force was well controlled, not to the point where he could grin his teeth.

"Very good, so we are all together." Dumbledore turned his blue eyes around them, as if he could see something from the expressions on their faces, and seemed happier.He opened the firecracker with a bang, and out of the sky were colorful paper pigeons, a white mouse that scurried away and disappeared, and a familiar pink witch hat with a stuffed mountain vulture on it. .He seemed to like the hat very much, holding it and said to Voldemort very happily: "How about it, do you want to try it?"

Harry didn't have to turn his head to look to know that Voldemort's face must have turned dark.Just when he was wondering if he needed to smooth things over between them, he saw Dumbledore turn to Snape: "What do you think, Severus?"

The potions professor's face changed several colors in an instant.Harry was sure his face, which had twitched when he saw Dumbledore presenting the hat to Voldemort, was completely black now.But he couldn't imitate Voldemort's unresponsiveness, he could only reach out and push it away.

Dumbledore didn't seem to mind though.He happily took off the star and moon hat on his head and replaced it with that witch hat.Then he saw a few surprised junior students, smiled at them, and then picked up the silver fork in front of him and tapped it. "Talking on Christmas Eve is too annoying, let's start eating now!"

Since Voldemort's appearance, Snape and McGonagall's emotions have obviously been affected.And when Dumbledore said so, it just gave them an excuse to concentrate on their plates.And Dumbledore himself, fetching himself a roast turkey, winked furtively at Harry.

Having observed all these, Harry couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.The presence of the Dark Lord has never been less, and it is the same at any time.When Voldemort slowly raised his wrist, he quickly tugged on the other man's robe under the table, and reminded in a low voice, "Today is Christmas!"

"So?" Voldemort answered him in the same low voice, his lips barely moving. "Should I just listen to this sweet old bee and come down to eat obediently?" Obviously, if Dumbledore didn't call him, he might be more happy; but the other party didn't know what was wrong today, so he had to warmly invite He went downstairs together - spoiled any mood, okay?Even if he doesn't believe in Merlin, he still wants to swear a foul word!

Harry pouted.In other words, although Voldemort was reluctant, he expected Dumbledore's second-hand preparations—that is, him—to appear slowly behind him?Because if he was called down, the situation would be even more ambiguous?He quickly figured it out, and decided decisively not to remind the other party where he was sitting.Then he had a brainstorm and had an idea. "Try this, this, and this," he said, forking some food from the table onto a plate, and laying the whole thing in front of Voldemort. It doesn't fit anymore."

Voldemort was originally focused on anger and knew that Harry was deliberately diverting his attention, but when he looked down, those emotions flew away in an instant.It turned out that the things Harry picked for him were all foods that suited his taste.He never talked about this sort of thing, and it was obvious Harry had noticed it himself. "Hmph." He let out a sound only Harry could hear from the back of his throat, and picked up the knife and fork slowly.

Seeing that his face had finally improved, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.Then he was about to get himself something else, when he looked up and saw that everyone else in the room was paying attention to them.The professors could still manage to make it less obvious, but the students were all dumbfounded.He realized belatedly that although his relationship with Voldemort had been widely rumored in school, it hadn't been so high-profile in class.

Harry's face flushed slightly, and his movements froze for a moment.Then he heard Voldemort say: "Eat." He was slightly surprised, and lowered his head, and saw that his own plate was also piled up with all kinds of food—then his face really turned red, and his head was next I didn't lift it up at the banquet.

No matter how eerie the atmosphere, the meal went well.At least there was no fight, no cynicism.But before everyone finished eating, Voldemort dragged Harry out of the scene early.

"They..." Snape waited for the figures of the two to disappear before opening his mouth.Half an hour passed, but he didn't even know what he ate—he believed that whoever saw the Dark Lord and the Savior flirting back and forth at the dinner table would have the same reaction as him.Of course, Dumbledore was not on the list, but he seemed very happy.

"I think it's pretty good. Beautiful youth, with enthusiasm." Dumbledore seemed to guess what he was thinking, and replied happily, and brought himself another toffee finger cake.

This time, not only Snape, but even McGonagall showed a pale face.Is their principal telling the truth?beautiful youth?Voldemort's age...the two shuddered viciously together, and then thought that enthusiasm might be the right word to describe.

Dumbledore didn't look at them, concentrating on his food.When he ate the second finger cake, he added slowly: "Do you think the Dark Lord will take the food handed over with confidence?"

Snape froze.He thought it was impossible for anyone... Then his eyes met with Mag's, and he found that the meaning in the other's eyes was even more shocking than his.So, have they only seen the surface until now?