[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Let's talk about the two people who left early.Still pulling Harry, Voldemort walked along the corridors of Hogwarts.Magical snowflakes fell from overhead from time to time on the road, fairies with pale gold wings on the cedar trees played the harp, and the empty armor sang Christmas carols loudly when the two passed by.

Since it was Christmas, Harry drank a little cherry punch and got a little top-heavy.But he was sure he wasn't drinking too much, and didn't understand what Voldemort was going to do.In his vision, it was very likely that he should go to Voldemort's office at this time.But the road in front of me is not going to the third floor, but more like going to... the Astronomical Tower? "You won't suddenly be in the mood to observe the starry sky, will you?" He was really surprised, and couldn't help asking when he turned another corner.If he remembered correctly, Voldemort had no interest in astrology.

"Of course not," Voldemort replied lightly.By this time they had walked up the last silver staircase.He didn't explain anything, but opened the top door with his wand.Then the two climbed up to the top of the empty tower one after the other, and at first glance they saw the outline of the planetarium blurred into a round shadow.

One moment he stayed in the warm auditorium, and the next moment he was exposed to the cold outside, Harry couldn't help shivering, and hurriedly wrapped his collar tightly.I don't know if they were lucky, the heavy snow just now had stopped, and the low and heavy clouds slowly dispersed, revealing the moon and stars behind them.Even so, the light was still dim.

Harry took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling that the alcohol that made him drunk just now seemed to disappear in the air in an instant.Seeing that Voldemort walked to the side of the tower as soon as he came up, he followed suit.That direction happened to be the Forbidden Forest, the snow fell on the evergreen trees, and occasionally there were a few crunching sounds of branches being crushed from a distance.The surrounding bare mountains were also covered with snow, and some places reflected white and relatively dazzling snow light.

Other than that, there was no other sound; the wind occasionally passed by, and the Forest was very still.Harry stood there for a moment, feeling a little guilty for some reason as Voldemort remained silent and did not look at him. "I'm not sober now. Do you have anything to say?" He didn't think Voldemort had dragged him up to look at the stars.

Voldemort stared at the rolling hills that had turned into shadows in the distance, but he still didn't move after hearing the words. "Are you really awake?" he whispered, his voice wrapped in gusts of cold wind. "If it's true, you should know, what are you going to tell me?"

The guilty feeling just now was really not his illusion, Harry thought.Of course he knew what Voldemort was alluding to, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to say now - he'd been at it for so long, hadn't he?He hesitated, oscillating between being seen and falling short.

Voldemort didn't want to rush him.To be honest, he seemed to have turned into a fossil at this time, his expressions and movements were frozen there.He was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Harry thought about it, couldn't help but secretly glanced at the other party out of the corner of his eye, and saw such a picture.Although the sky was dark, the contours of Voldemort's side face were still clear and familiar. There was a kind of beauty like a marble statue, and even the pale skin could not weaken this feeling. "You already know, what else do you want me to say?" Finally he said dryly, feeling that it was true—Voldemort must have known it a long time ago, and he was just playing along with him.

The frustration emanating from him was so palpable that Voldemort could no longer ignore him. "Didn't you already guess this before you did it?" he said softly, raising his hand to rub Harry's black-haired head, "so what are you upset about?"

"Don't touch my head," Harry protested softly, but didn't really move.He was still shorter than Voldemort, but he was an adult, and this gesture made him feel like a child.It was the same feeling that this incident gave him—he really wanted to solve this by himself and prove his ability, but he still failed in the end.

Voldemort seemed to guess what he was thinking. "I know what you mean. But it doesn't lead to the conclusion you're thinking about now. Don't you think it's a bit of a fantasy to try to lie to me about my Horcrux?" he said, slightly Bring a smile. "If I were you, I wouldn't have this luxury."

This Harry naturally wanted.Then he thought, knowingly carrying someone else's camera, he must inevitably restrain his hands; will be relatively obvious.He cheered up a little, but he wasn't quite out of the mood yet. "Just you know?" he asked. "What about the others?"

"Those who don't know know nothing." Voldemort answered him, his eyes flickering. "As for what you know, you can just ask Dumbledore one."

That's exactly what Harry thought.But he realized that he had just met Dumbledore yesterday, and he hadn't said anything.In this way, the possibility of being seen but not spoken is higher?But how could Dumbledore do this?This truth was not the past truth that he dreaded.

"I guess you really convinced that stubborn old man," Voldemort said again. "He's willing to let you do it yourself. It's a miracle."

Harry could hear the ingrained prejudice in his tone, and it was slightly off-putting.But he also knew that if Voldemort knew (probably knew) what he had said to Dumbledore last night, it would be even more unpleasant.In the past, he never backed down; but recently he realized that if two people want to be together, they have to change something for each other; and Voldemort didn't mention it.So he pretended not to notice anything, but just recalled the process.In the end he realized that Dumbledore had probably made his meaning clear - "You will succeed".

"I...he..." Harry didn't know how to describe this.He still remembers his painful fifth year - because Dumbledore sensed the shadow in his eyes and didn't want to be watched by Voldemort through his eyes, and then there were those extremely failed Occlumency tutorials.

But now, this change does not know what caused it.Is it because Dumbledore doesn't know about Horcruxes yet, or is the recent situation normal?Or maybe, Dumbledore really thought he could handle it all by himself?

"I don't know," said Harry dryly at last.In fact, he doesn't pay so much attention to the cause, he pays more attention to the solution.In his perception, this is probably the biggest and last problem they need to solve. "What do you think we should do with him?"

This is the first time the issue has been discussed directly between them in a long time.Because they all knew that even if Harry used Occlumency, he would inevitably leak some information to Soul Piece; just in case, it was best not to mention sensitive key issues.So Voldemort listened to his question and didn't answer directly, but just asked: "How do you feel recently?"

Harry understood that it wasn't about his body, but about his mind. "I feel okay," he said, "I can feel his presence...but I can control myself." He paused, then added: "He said I was his weapon." In the last sentence, He rolled his eyes guiltily.

This meant that Harry and the soul chip had an active conversation, but Voldemort laughed. "Even if you didn't tell me, I knew it would be. You can't help yourself, huh?"

Harry glared at him immediately, and the emotion just disappeared in an instant.Fuck his showiness!Who is he taking such risks for?

"I know I can't stop you, but I like your honesty," said Voldemort.Then he changed the subject and said again: "Or do you think, what would I think if I can't figure out the past?"

Harry kept his mouth shut, his cheeks puffed up.He liked half of it, but the rest... well, he couldn't deny it, he'd thought about it all.But he always wants to do something...is there really nothing he can do?

"He may know some, but he cannot know all," continued Voldemort. "I guess all he's feeling right now are bits and pieces."

Harry's attention was diverted, and his eyes opened slightly.That is to say, the factual basis for Soul Film's judgment is not solid?But if the soul piece happened to hear Voldemort's words, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?

But Voldemort seemed to have no such worries.He quietly watched the Forbidden Forest in the night for a while, and his expression returned to calm.Then he turned his head suddenly and stared into Harry's face. "Promise me one thing, okay?"

"What?" Harry was waiting for his answer, when he heard the words, he responded impulsively.Then he became suspicious, "Don't say that you want me to ignore everything."

"No." Voldemort denied, raising his gaze so that they looked into the depths of each other's pupils. "At any time, save yourself first, okay?"

Harry froze.He had a bad feeling that Voldemort might have made some similar decisions, but at the opposite cost.He was about to jump up in anger almost immediately, but the other party's quiet eyes fixed him in place.Then he understood that this matter cannot be changed, so he should do it; if he couldn't think of an effective way, he should believe Voldemort's words and agree to his request.Almost unconsciously, he nodded emphatically.

"Very well, my boy," said Voldemort again, with a slight sigh in his voice. "Now, look at me."

The clouds in the sky parted more, and a pale crescent moon hung above it, and there were few stars.The light from these things was reflected in those dark eyes, but shone like gems.Perhaps the pale complexion, thin cheeks, and this dull radiance (almost any change) suited the man in front of him and made him look more handsome.It's a really bad feeling, dangerous and obsessive, like being completely stuck in the mud.

Harry thinks he's probably looking straight ahead. "Is there something I never told you?" he said softly, leaning closer.

"If you're trying to compliment me, it's written all over your face," Voldemort replied.He leaned down and kissed Harry's lips.