[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The result was of course no result.Voldemort ignored him, and he seemed to be using silence as his weapon now.Harry curled his lips, feeling that Voldemort hadn't done enough in revenge for having been peeping into his mind.

I have to say that apart from Harry changing the core himself and having a diary that I don't know whether it is good or bad, other things seem to be the same.At least Quirrell still made the same noise as before during this Halloween dinner.

As all the students were sent back to the common room, the crowd was chaotic.Harry was among the Gryffindors, discussing with Ron and Hermione why the troll had come to the school, while continuing to try to call Voldemort out.Because he has been obsessed with resentment for the other party's use of Dementia for him recently, and his words are all yin and yang.But he realizes now that since Voldemort says he and Quirrell are the soul piece of the same person (the one in his head has no self-consciousness, and Quirrell doesn't know about it yet, so it doesn't count), then maybe he Linked to Quirrell?

The question wasn't answered lazily by Voldemort until after Harry had climbed into bed. "Of course, as long as I want to know."

Harry couldn't imagine that one horcrux was enough to cause the world to turn upside down, and the addition of two could only make things worse, and the effect must be greater than one plus one. "You didn't make him smarter?" he asked, his tone very suspicious.

"Use your brains, Potter." Voldemort's tone was still itchy, "Have you forgotten Dumbledore so quickly?"

Harry paused.Voldemort means, let Quirrell attract the attention of Dumbledore, Snape and others before him?So he is safe? "...You're not so ruthless, are you? Is that still you?" He continued to doubt.Of course, he wanted to kill Voldemort himself (it doesn't matter which one), but it couldn't be what Voldemort wanted to do, right?

"Don't ask questions for which you know the answer." Voldemort thought to himself that Harry was suddenly not easy to deceive at such a juncture.But he doesn't want to talk about what he's doing, at least not yet. "By the way, you still haven't answered my question - what happened to the invisibility spell?"

Harry recognized his tone, and couldn't help but say to himself, today's clichéd action is over.Then he thought of his invisibility spell, and said dryly: "It's not bad." The traceless expansion spell is better, and the difficulty of the invisibility spell is simply extraordinary.He tried to justify his progress though: "Professor Dumbledore will give me the Invisibility Cloak by Christmas."

Voldemort's tone rose. "I'm assuming, you mean me to stick around until Christmas? Don't forget what you said."

Harry wanted to pretend that he hadn't said anything, but in fact he had brought it up himself with full confidence that he wanted to learn the Invisibility Charm.Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I see." Then he threw himself into the pillow and wrapped himself up in the quilt.

The diary stood by the bed, gave a cold snort of contempt for his attitude, and then jumped to the position of his head. "So you still want to sleep now?"

The movement on the top caused Harry to jerk off the covers, leaving the diary right under it. "I knew it!" he said angrily, but didn't go on.Because this was what he said himself, he would just vent his anger on Voldemort.But when he saw something moving around under the quilt, he couldn't help himself from laughing. "I won't sleep anymore. It's hard work lying on the table every day, why don't you let me sleep!" He teased.

"Shut up!" Voldemort's voice sounded completely muffled.

In any case, the result of this war is basically Voldemort's complete victory.After all, being wrapped in a quilt is really not a punishment (Harry thought), but Harry must spend his spare time every day practicing spells.He was also teaching himself ancient runes, and soon began to have two dark circles under his eyes that grew larger and larger.

"Harry, what have you been doing lately?" This was Ron who was puzzled. "Isn't your sleep time basically normal at night?"

Hermione also expressed great incomprehension about this matter. "Are you awake, Harry? Be careful, I think Professor Snape has been watching you."

"All you care about is point deductions." Ron said with certainty, and seeing Hermione's eyes, he hastily added: "But I totally agree with you about Snape! He's been trying to deduct points from Harry for a long time! "

"I didn't say that!" Hermione corrected. "And, it's Professor Snape!"

Harry ate his dinner in silence while waiting for his two good friends to finish their argument.Because the invisibility spell cannot be practiced in public, he always draws up the curtains of the bed and practices secretly in it when he sleeps.What does this make him say?In order for him to learn a spell, Voldemort tossed him so hard that he couldn't sleep at night?

Harry had put down his knife and fork when they finally looked at him together. "It's nothing, I've just been in a bit of a bad state recently, and it doesn't matter to anyone." Then he got up and went back to the tower, determined to take a break before Voldemort's training time-of course, first press the diary under the pillow-every day. Enough with tap dancing on his head or something (Voldemort says it's an absolute slur, he's never been good at ballroom dancing)!

But Harry has been a little out of spirit recently, so that he almost bumped into the corner of the table when turning a corner.He took two steps back, then finally saw the way.Ron and Hermione watched worriedly behind him, and they weren't the only two doing so.

"Has Harry's training been too frequent recently, Professor McGonagall?" Dumbledore noticed this scene as soon as he saw Gryffindor, and couldn't help asking.

"Huh?" Professor McGonagall was drinking a glass of canyon water, and turned his head when he heard this. "Nope, Wood told me Porter's Seekers did a good job, training as usual."

"Hmm..." Dumbledore murmured.He didn't think a man who could walk in a daze could catch a golden snitch that required extremely high concentration and vision requirements.

On the other side of them, Quirrell, in a large hood, bowed his head and smiled at his plate with an evil smile that only he could see.