[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The new semester has begun.Everything was as calm as ever, even the Apparition lessons.Harry had already learned this, and wasn't going to spend twelve Galleons learning it again.Anyway, as long as he can pass the final exam.

Ron and Hermione understood that.So while they went to class with the rest of the older students, Harry was left alone by his bedroom window, thinking.

He still clearly remembers Voldemort's expression when he told him that the magic power had erupted.He was amazed then, but Voldemort hadn't reacted at all.Of course, this can be interpreted as Voldemort's consistent moodiness, but he personally prefers that Voldemort has long known that this kind of thing will cause a rebound in soul movies.In other words, Voldemort had long anticipated such a day.

This is actually not surprising.Even he himself made the worst estimate.But the problem is that when Voldemort didn't tell him the details of how to recover the Horcruxes, he didn't show the slightest concern at all.

This had to make Harry wonder what happened in it, or what was being hidden from him.If there is no way, it doesn't matter if you just say it; conversely, if there is a way, why don't you tell him?If it's the latter point, is it because you don't want him to intervene, or to avoid danger?

But they had all sworn, and Harry mentally countered the notion, that Voldemort had promised him, accepting his help if he thought it necessary.Are there loopholes in this?

Harry pondered the question quietly, taking two more Disapparation lessons in the meantime.Then one time when he was chewing on this sentence, he finally noticed something that might go wrong.

This promise has a premise, that is, "I think it is necessary."This is a subjective judgment and impression. What kind of situation can be divided into the scope that he thinks is necessary?

Harry thought of several possibilities and narrowed his eyes slightly.

And before he could figure it out, the first Hogsmeade weekend was over.Actually, it was canceled because the weather was so bad.No students could go to Hogsmeade, and the collapse of the Shrieking Shack would never be discovered.And when the story finally got around, most people thought it might be the last haunting of the Scream Shack.

Then there was Quidditch season again.The Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match went surprisingly well without Malfoy's crappy killing plans.

Then came the Easter holidays.No matter which grade, this means that there is not much time until the exam.Harry devoted himself to the intense review as in previous years, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.In fact, he knew that the cleaning work of the Black Lake Infernal Corpse was coming to an end, and they would definitely be able to get Regulus' locket back during the summer vacation.

Harry didn't have to wait long for this day.In fact, as soon as the exam was over, the two of them immediately Apparated to the bottom of the seaside cliff.

"This place seems to be as bad as it gets at any time of the day." That was Harry's reflection the second time he saw the big chasm in front of him and the rough waves behind him.With Voldemort leading the way, they fell almost directly into the passage leading to the Stone Gate.

But something has also changed.The channel that used to accumulate water due to the low-lying terrain is now full of traces of smoke and fire.The waves rushed in, and all the black flotsam floated on it.Obviously, this is the trace left by burning the Yin Corpse, they are afraid of fire.If you go further, you will find that the door hidden on the stone wall that needs blood to open is now open.

Voldemort made no comment on this.He walked in front, turning into a white ball of light to illuminate, and the surroundings were instantly bright as day.In this way, the two of them stepped over the charred gravel on the ground one after the other until they reached the door.The ball of light floated up and down in the air, and also illuminated a bit of the scenery inside.

The underground lake was still calm and dark, as if it had absorbed all the light.There was nothing on the lake, and the path along the lake was not necessarily wider than before, and Harry guessed that the Death Eaters must have lured the Inferi out of it and burned them to death. "Shall we go in?" he asked again.

Looking at this scene, Voldemort seemed to be dazed for a moment.But after hearing Harry's words, he replied almost immediately: "Let's go." Then he walked in first.

At first, more rubble was scattered on the ground.Soon even they disappeared, and the road became a path between a jagged cliff on one side and a dark lake on the other—if a stone wall only one foot wide could be called a road.Although there are no more Infernal corpses in the lake now, the damp and cold air still seems to have the rotten smell that has been deposited for many years.

Under these circumstances, Harry had to stick to the stone wall carefully; he didn't want to fall into the lake like the stones he occasionally knocked off.The ball of light followed him, which made him feel better than last time.

On the other hand, Voldemort is obviously much more familiar with the road, and it can be seen that he is very familiar with the terrain.He soon came to the end of the road - or the end of the stone wall - and reached out to grab the air.A very thick iron chain emerged from the water, rose straight from the position in front of his hand, then made a bend, and slid down again, without making any sound during the process.Soon, the end of the water reached the top, and a small boat rose from the bottom of the lake.

Harry couldn't help but compared Dumbledore's handling in his mind, and finally felt that the person who set the trap had done a better job. "This ship really doesn't count the number of people?" He asked curiously.

"Yes, that's right." Voldemort obviously realized what he was thinking, "If you are asking whether the measure of this ship is magic power, I have to tell you, yes." Then he boarded the ship first, and then Hold out a hand to Harry. "Come."

That is to say, after Dumbledore said that his magic is nothing compared to that, his magic is nothing compared to Voldemort?Harry couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.For the first time, he began to hate their age gap. After all, no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to surpass the accumulation of time.

"If you don't come up again, I have to assume that you care too much because you love me so much?" Voldemort saw him not moving, and couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth teasingly.

Even if it was just the two of them, Harry's face quickly turned red. "Who did you take me for?" He became annoyed, and then quickly jumped on the boat, unwilling to find that it didn't shake at all.

"Your behavior admits it, Harry." Amused by his reaction, Voldemort put his arms around his waist. "Stand up." The boat was very small and narrow, and it was definitely impossible for two people to sit on it.

As much as Harry wanted to shake the hand away, he found, not too surprisingly, that he liked the intimacy so much that he said nothing at all.During this process, the ball of light still moved with them, illuminating a large area nearby.

The two soon arrived at the island in the middle of the lake.It is a monolithic protruding rock, the highest part of which has been carved into a shallow stone basin.Because it contains minerals, they reflect a crystal shimmer under the light, making the dark green liquid inside more crystal clear.

Looking inside, Harry saw only the shadowy shape of a locket.During this period of time, he restrained himself from breaking the casserole and asking the end, and now he finally endured it to the end: "The only thing that needs to be solved is this potion, right?" He looked at Voldemort expectantly, hoping that the other party would show something like a whirlwind or disappear. Magic like a curse.

But Voldemort swung his wand and caught a... cup from midair?

Harry suddenly paled in shock. "You're kidding!" he exclaimed. "You'd better drink it, wouldn't you?"

"What else, Harry?" Voldemort approached the stone basin with the cup, as gracefully as ever. "I guarantee you won't see a bigger reaction than Dumbledore's."

Harry didn't care now if he was bragging about his magic or self-control over Dumbledore.He only knew that if he could not drink this thing, he would not drink it. "You're kidding!" he yelled, trying to reach for the empty glass. "Even if you can't make it disappear, if you need someone to drink it, it's not you!"

"Are you sure you want to taste the Potion of Despair?" Voldemort asked him back, with a calm expression on his face.Then he added, before Harry snarled at him again: "I've had the antidote before I came."

Harry calmed down. "Really?" He was rather skeptical.He couldn't help but wonder about this, because if there was an antidote, why didn't he know it before?

"Oh, don't be silly, Harry. If you knew, would you still come with me obediently like this?" Voldemort laughed, "The antidote has already been snatched by you, right?"

Harry glared at him, and at the same time felt that the reason was quite reasonable.But for some reason, a dark cloud had been hanging over his heart, even hearing such assurances would be of no avail. "but……"

He wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Voldemort. "It doesn't matter if there is a little problem," he said, gesturing to Black Lake, "there's nothing in there, I don't think it tastes worse than lake water mixed with water monster's blood. You'll pass me the water , eh, Harry?"

Harry finally had nothing to say.He watched Voldemort's hand reach down, and the glass quickly filled with green fluorescent liquid.Then the hand came up again—he almost immediately rushed to knock over the glass, but he was strangely restrained—something seemed to say to him, watch him drink, see what happens when he drinks it reaction.

Voldemort threw back his neck, and the glass was emptied in no time.There was no special reaction, except that his face became a little paler.But Harry suspected that this slight change might be a result of his own psychology.

Then came the second cup, the third cup... As the number increased, Harry could finally be sure that the feeling of paleness was not his illusion, but real——Voldemort's face was almost whiter than white paper .

"No, I'll do the rest!" Harry couldn't stand it anymore.Although things were the same as what Voldemort said, he didn't have much reaction, but Harry just couldn't help it.What result do you see?As long as he can be sure, they will be together forever, isn't it all right?

Voldemort avoided his hand easily this time. "Don't be stupid, Harry, you'll have to take me back with you then! You don't want me to drink this stuff and still safely Apparate without losing a single part of me ?”

Harry wasn't going to give in so easily this time.But he soon discovered that Voldemort had set up an invisible barrier between him and the stone platform, which could completely block his interference. "Undo it!" he yelled angrily. "Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten," replied Voldemort, his black eyes even darker under the circumstances, "but it's not that critical time yet."

"That's not you—" cast the Imperius Curse on me!Harry was so angry that he was about to tell the truth.But at this critical moment, he felt a sudden dizziness, and then fell down.

Voldemort looked at him calmly, counting silently in his heart.Three seconds later, he walked out, bent over to test Harry's breath, and rolled his eyelids.Then he stood up again, walked back to the stone platform, and drank the remaining potion.

When Harry woke up, it was pitch black.He fumbled to take out his wand from his pocket, and a green ball of light suddenly appeared in midair.With the help of such light, he got up and carefully looked around.Then he saw, just beside the stone platform, a big snake was entrenched there, but it was motionless.

Harry approached it, wand raised.Then he crouched down and stared at the stiff snake up close.I don't know if it was the effect of his eyes, or the timing just caught up, but the snake was slowly changing and shrinking.The tail disappeared, the body shortened, and the triangular head gradually became rounder.Then it grew hands and feet, and finally settled on a human body.

If anyone else was here, it would be surprising to find that this person looked exactly like Harry.

"I still like your snake shape better." Harry chuckled.He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch the man.But just the moment before he touched it, he took it back like an electric shock.Then he looked down at the wand in his hand. "Holly..." He whispered disgustedly, and glanced at the people on the ground as he spoke.Finally he seemed ready to give in to the status quo, slipping his wand back into his pocket, and fished up the locket from the basin; then he lifted the man on the ground, and Disapparated.

In the twilight of the cave, the color of the emerald eyes settled and became darker and darker until they could not reflect a ray of light.