[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Winter passed quickly, and spring began to rain desperately.When the low rain clouds hanging over Hogwarts finally disappeared, and the blue sky as blue as the color of forget-me-not flowers appeared behind, it was almost summer.With the fifth and seventh grade wizarding exams fast approaching, the rest of the students can start planning their final exams.

Every year, new students are admitted, and old students graduate every year.In the summer of the seventh year, compared with the previous six years, there seemed to be no difference.

The two hurried through the corridors of the castle and turned onto the road leading to the hospital.They were Ron and Hermione, and Hermione was holding a large bouquet.No one spoke on the road, they remained silent until the hospital ward.There were two rows of white beds at the front, but only one of the beds was half-closed by the curtain.

The two of them were already regular visitors to the hospital, and Madam Pomfrey let them in quickly. "Professor Roald has just been called away. But today is the same," she whispered to them, "he is still asleep."

Hermione nodded her thanks.Then she walked to the side of the bed, opened the bed curtain slightly, and changed the bouquet on the bedside table.Finally, she pulled the chair beside the bed and sat down, taking Harry's hand through the covers. "Why aren't you awake, Harry?" She looked at the sleeping face with worry in her voice.

Ron sat down across from her, almost in exactly the same position as hers.Hearing Hermione's words, he lowered his eyes slightly, with a rare look of hesitation on his face. "Yeah," he said, "Isn't everything settled? Why isn't Harry opening his eyes yet?"

There was another silence, both of them thinking about this question in their hearts.On the first weekend of their final term at Hogwarts, Harry fell into a sleepless coma.Of course, Voldemort had to be asked about this situation, but the result was beyond the expectations of Hermione and Ron——

Since last summer vacation, Harry was no longer Harry, but the piece of soul in his body.It's just that after Voldemort finally took back his last piece of soul, Harry didn't wake up as expected.

Their first reaction to this was that it was no wonder Harry was always a little weird.But to be fair, the soul movie does play the role of Harry well, at least it is really hard for people to guess that it is a soul movie.The second reaction is that something must have gone wrong, otherwise it wouldn't be what it is now.

In fact, Hermione and Ron wanted to question Voldemort very much when they were impatient at first, but seeing his face, both of them dispelled this idea-if anyone of them could not accept this situation the most If so, it must be Voldemort, not one of them.Voldemort never left Harry's side unless necessary.Even Sirius couldn't be more critical, let alone them?

The two sat for half an hour.They didn't stand up until it was dark.

"If you can wake up before graduation, then I can barely hold you accountable for avoiding the exam." Hermione said so, with a sad expression on her face.

"That sounds more like what I'd do," said Ron dryly.In fact, he really wanted to hear Hermione's words as a bad joke, but he couldn't laugh at all now. "Wake up, buddy," he said finally, "we've got our seventh Quidditch cup yet! You promised us yourself, and you're not going to break your word, are you?"

Harry was still lying there with a peaceful expression on his face, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Earlier, the principal's office.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand." Sirius sat on the chair, leaning forward, "What do you mean 'Harry chooses not to wake up'? How is that possible?"

Dumbledore stared at the slightly shaking door.Voldemort had just left, and the only explanation left for them was what Sirius had asked.Then he looked back and pondered for a while. "It sounds like a literal meaning," he said researchingly, "but also an implied meaning."

"Isn't it possible that Voldemort is deceiving us?" asked Sirius.But in fact, he also knew that he could only choose to believe in Voldemort at this time; what's more, he was still the witness of that unbreakable oath.In any case, it wasn't Voldemort who harmed Harry; more likely, Harry chose to sacrifice parts of himself for some purpose.

To be honest, Sirius actually couldn't accept the latter situation even more.Because no matter from any aspect, he didn't want to see Harry go wrong, even if it was Harry's own fault.

Dumbledore didn't answer his sentence, because it was clearly just a fruitless complaint.He stood in front of the pile of portraits, his brows were tightly frowned in the process of thinking. "It doesn't make sense that things are clearly done." He said to himself, "Is there anything else Harry wants to do? Or is there something he doesn't understand?"

Sirius watched his back, not understanding what he was saying at all. "You mean, Harry still has some wishes, or does he need someone to answer his questions? Is there any problem that can only be solved in sleep? To be honest, the current situation is like Harry staying in a certain world and not wanting to Same as coming back."

Dumbledore shuddered, Sirius' last words suddenly reminding him. "If I die," he said, "I'd love to be part of the Hogwarts portrait. What about you, Sirius?"

Although Sirius had no idea how the conversation had turned in this direction, he replied, "I don't think I would."

"ghost?"

"No." Sirius replied quickly, because he had thought about this question before. "Not in any way, I'm afraid."

"Look, that's the problem." Dumbledore turned to him, with a relaxed smile on his face: "I still want to stay here, and you don't want to come back. That's the difference."

Sirius realized something from it, and suddenly turned pale with fright. "You don't mean that Harry intends to go on like this?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore replied softly. "I can't vouch for others, but Harry would never do that. I think he just needs some time to figure it out - and Voldemort probably thought so too."

Sirius stared.But after understanding the meaning, he had to agree with Dumbledore. "Yeah, Harry wouldn't do that. I just hope he doesn't keep us waiting too long."

"I'm afraid it won't be long." Dumbledore affirmed. "Everyone is waiting for him, and he knows it." Then he added: "Could it be us who are most anxious?"

Sirius heard what he meant, raised his eyebrows slightly, but calmed down soon.If Voldemort can really play a role in this matter, he can barely turn a blind eye to this guy in the future.

at night.

Voldemort, recognized as the most anxious, sat in a hospital chair.He closed his eyes slightly, but he was not asleep, and the light of the candle cast a moving shadow on his face.Under normal circumstances, he is the one who keeps vigil, and today is no exception.

He still remembers how Soul Piece went and came back that night.He told him that Harry was back and they could start.At that time they agreed that if their soul fusion was successful, Harry would definitely return to normal.But in fact, when he finally opened his eyes, what he saw was Harry who was still sleeping.He didn't doubt what Soul Piece had said - there was no point in lying at the last minute - and so was the fact that he finally had to think that the same thing might have happened to Harry as Soul Piece.For example, he encountered another choice unknowingly without knowing it, so he doubted the reality; or in other words, there are actually more other possibilities, but he didn't expect it and didn't want to imagine it.

Voldemort opened his eyes and pressed his fingers slightly.Harry's hand had a normal temperature, but he hadn't moved it for a long time. "Get over it, Harry," he whispered, "for the last time, or at most the second-to-last time. We are only one step away, and we must persevere no matter what."

Harry is dreaming.Or rather, he felt he must be dreaming.The world in the dream was white and white, and it was the place he was familiar with, which he thought was King's Cross Station.But this time is different from other times, because there is only one person in this white world.

Harry stopped where he was, looking around.At first he felt that he was in the sea of ​​consciousness, but then he realized that the previous iconic half-white and half-black had disappeared.There was no black and no green light, so he couldn't tell where he was or what happened.He waited a long time, thinking that maybe Voldemort would suddenly appear and join him; but as time went by and there was still nothing around him, he realized that he had to make the choice alone.

So Harry walked along the railroad track that stretched out into the distance.He walked for a long time without seeing a stop sign or a train, the only thing he had was the seemingly endless track.Fortunately, he didn't feel tired, and just continued to move in a certain direction.

Then Harry finally saw people.It's not very accurate to say that they are people, because they can't see each other, and they can't touch each other.At least to Harry, it looked more like a memory in a Pensieve, or a Muggle hologram or something.

He saw Narcissa lying beside him on the ground, asking him how Draco was; she then lied to Voldemort, saying he was dead.A snowflake flashed by, and the scene changed to a crowded auditorium, and he and Voldemort were circling in the center of the auditorium, with their wands pointed at each other.He was trying to persuade Voldemort to turn around, but the other party ignored his words; green light emerged from the elder wand in his hand, but turned a corner halfway, and hit Voldemort himself.

"No!" Harry exclaimed.But the scene suddenly began to freeze and fade, and finally melted into the same white mist around it.

Harry stayed there for a while.He didn't know what he saw, but it looked like a follow-up to the Battle of the Forbidden Forest.Obviously, that ending was different from what he had experienced.

Is this the truth?thought Harry.Two people can only live one, so he finally defeated Voldemort?

No, another voice retorted in his mind.The prophecy said so, but whether to follow it or not depends on the parties themselves.

So Harry moved on.It was a long distance again, and if there were no rails, it would be difficult for him to tell the direction.Like a multi-act play, he saw the second act scene.

This time the situation was different.It was still the Great Hall, and they were still circling face to face, but Voldemort somehow changed his mind, and the green light from his wand was no longer the death curse.After he realized the problem with the elder wand, he easily snatched the wand of the other person present, and repeated the death curse——

Harry watched himself fall, and Voldemort, gripping the elder wand that had already made him his master, laughed maniacally.There is no doubt that according to this development trend, the future of this world is only dark.

Before the scene completely disappeared, Harry quickened his pace and left here.No, it was definitely not true, and he couldn't accept the result.

Probably because of his increased speed, the third act soon followed.

This time Harry saw something familiar.He stood there by himself while the red-skinned baby Voldemort hummed under a chair.A voice asked for their opinion, and then he shook his head himself, and the baby shook his head—another snowflake—and the scene changed back to the auditorium, this time with the same ending as the first.

This place kept Harry a little longer.Because he realized that this seemed to be the opposite direction of the original choice.If they both reject Reaper, then the end will happen as he sees it.

It is a happy ending, justice finally triumphs over evil.said a voice.

Either way, you've chosen the opposite direction.said another voice.The ending can't be bad, can it?

Harry hardly struggled with the issue long before deciding to move on.The rails were gone, but he didn't care.Because the white light in front became more and more obvious and dazzling, until it turned into a very familiar snow-white ceiling.

Harry opened his eyes.he woke up.

The author has something to say: Those who did practice problems and calculus on V's soul piece...you won!