[HP] Seven Nights Talk

When the time entered November, the weather became very cold.Given the climate of Hogwarts, Harry had no hesitation in believing that the school was in the Scottish Highlands in northern Britain.Of course the reason he had fantasies about this now was that he had finally managed to make himself translucent, and Voldemort had grudgingly given him a few extra hours of rest.Although there is still some distance from complete invisibility, he himself is already satisfied with this progress - you know how long it has been since he had a good night's sleep!

Voldemort scoffed at the idea. "You're so easily satisfied." Of course, Harry's progress was nothing if measured by his own standards.

Harry no longer wanted to know at what speed the other party had learned so much magic knowledge, because that would only make him feel a blow.In the past few months, his biggest discovery was that if Voldemort didn't say Avada Kedavra, he could barely get along.Especially in Potions class, although their purpose is completely different. "I have my own measurement standards. Anyway, at this pace, I will definitely be able to practice well before Christmas."

"Better as you said," Voldemort replied.He counted the time silently in his heart, and felt that the savior should be able to do it within his planned time.However, his tone remained unchanged: "Otherwise, I should wonder what the little wooden stick in your hand is for."

The stick is, of course, the holly wand.Harry couldn't tell how many times he had prodded Voldemort on this point - knowing that a wand not only has the effect of controlling its own magic power, it has magic power itself (the most obvious example is the elder wand) - so a person who didn't The wizard with the wand is certainly a concern, especially if that wizard is the egotistical Voldemort.But Harry didn't have much idea to quarrel with Voldemort at this time. If he angered the other party, he might not be able to complete the goal within the time he said.So he just said in a declarative tone: "You know what it's for."

Voldemort stared at him.I don't know if it's because of habit, but he always feels that there is a deeper meaning hidden in the words of the savior.However, he still attributed this to his overthinking, no matter how much he vomits poisonous letters, a lion is still a lion in essence. "Take care of yourself," he said finally, "don't wake up one day and you'll be dead."

"...What do you mean?" Harry argued fiercely, did the other party think he could have an accident in Hogwarts?But once again Voldemort subsided after successfully provoking his anger.Harry gritted his teeth, he felt he had to show the other party that he wasn't really a first year student!

Quidditch season has begun.After a few practice sessions, Harry was finally about to play his first match as a Seeker, literally.Gryffindor's opponent this time is Slytherin, and Wood has the belief that he will win this game-you must know that Harry's skills are better than their previous Seekers, and it is almost a must. To an astonishing degree.

"All of Oliver's belongings are on you, Harry!" Fred said regretfully, patting Harry on the shoulder as they walked out of the preparation room. "We've all been forgotten by him."

"So if you don't catch the Snitch, maybe Oliver has to take us all as a pawn." George winked at him from the other side. "Fortunately, you look good today, at least the dark circles under your eyes are not so dark." He is actually right, not catching the golden snitch is usually a failure, and if Gryffindor loses, Wood will definitely let them The whole team trains.

But Harry could tell they were joking.After the twin brothers knew that the platform incident was just an accident and the relationship between Harry and Malfoy was not what they imagined, they quickly became acquainted.As for the last sentence, his recent sleep time is indeed more secure.

But before Harry said he didn't mind, Wood couldn't help it: "You two! Can't you not mention this before the game? Don't make Harry nervous!"

The Weasley brothers fell silent immediately.But Fred was still lip smacking at Harry, which probably meant that Wood was the most nervous before the game.Harry wanted to laugh, but they were out on the field now, facing the podium in the stands.Although it was too far away to see clearly, Harry knew that Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, both deans, must be there, as well as Professor Dumbledore, interested faculty members, and——

Quirrell possessed by Voldemort.

Harry gripped the broom handle of the Nimbus 2000 tightly, feeling the hardness of the wand in his pocket in his arm.With so many spectators at the Quidditch match, and he was the one in the sky, it was a good time to do it without being noticed.He didn't know if Quirrell would continue to curse him this time, but he knew he wouldn't let the other party succeed-he could definitely interrupt the other party before the curse took effect.

With this in mind, when Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, Harry soared into the air and flew to the highest point.Slytherin captain Marcus Flint is a Quidditch player who likes to foul maliciously. He doesn't want to deal with Quirrell while also dealing with a big stick that doesn't know when it will fall.The Slytherin Seeker, ignorant of Harry's background, also flew to a high place, circling and looking down with him.

Below them, the game quickly entered a fever pitch.The Gryffindor team cooperated very well, and they scored without hesitation at this time.They had been defeated repeatedly only because of the Seeker problem, so Professor McGonagall made an exception and agreed to Harry's entry into the Quidditch team.

Harry circled the sky, looking for the Snitch.In fact, he wanted to pay attention to the teacher's seat out of the corner of his eyes, but now he saw that the audience below were all small dots, and he couldn't see them at all.He thought about it, memorized the location carefully, and then concentrated on looking for the golden dot.

It has to be said that Harry has a genetic talent in Quidditch, and has a wealth of experience as a foundation, so he is very familiar with being a Seeker.By the time Gryffindor had scored the fifth goal, he had seen the Snitch flickering around the corner of the goal post and jumped on it.He thought that there must be some accident during this process. During the process of falling, his nerves were tense, and he kept watching the teacher's seat out of the corner of his eyes.The Slytherin Seeker, who had been watching him, followed him now.

But Harry's broom was the best, and he was skillfully in front of the opponent.But until he finally successfully caught the Snitch, he still couldn't believe it.How can it be?Quirrell didn't do anything this time?

At this time, it was only 10 minutes before the start of the game.The Gryffindors were all erupting, cheering Harry's name from the audience.And this time ended too quickly, and the Gryffindor players who were dealing with Slytherin's insidious tricks didn't recover for a while.It wasn't until the narrator Lee Jordan excitedly announced Gryffindor's victory that they were sure that Harry had indeed caught the Snitch.

Countless praises flooded Harry, and countless hands patted Harry on the shoulder.Harry's attention has been completely attracted by Quirrell's abnormal performance, and he must be a little absent-minded.He hastily thanked the others, lied that he had to go to the bathroom first, and pushed his way through the crowd.

3 minute later.

Harry shut himself in a single room, and began his routine to Voldemort for the first time. "Is this what you planned again?" he asked, "What did you tell Quirrell?" He always felt that it was not a good thing, because to make Quirrell stop, Voldemort must have used a reason that he would be worse.

"I thought it was obvious," said Voldemort tactfully.

Harry began to recall recent events.He's done nothing lately, other than being tortured to death by the invisibility spell.Then he finally realized the point - he had been in a trance for a while, and it looked very much like the result of being affected by the diary. "You made him think that I was taken by you..."

"Yes, that's right." The diary yawned carelessly. "Otherwise, why do you think you can hide it from him?"

"If I fall to my death, then he'll lose a great opportunity to have a body." Harry understood now fully.This is indeed very reasonable, Quirrell thought he could not escape.It's just that if Voldemort did this, in a sense, it seemed to be thinking for him?He thus avoided a fall from the broom?

Voldemort again scorned his idea. "What if you fall to your death, what should I do? Jump down with you?"

A moment of silence.

Voldemort suddenly realized that his sentence was ambiguous, so he immediately added: "It's not me who is holding back now!"