[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Even if Harry didn't want to move anymore, he had to prop himself up from the bed.Of course he knew what was going on at the top, it was just that he didn't want to talk to Dudley.But he couldn't ignore Aunt Petunia's cries, for the latter had come from the living room, banging the pantry door. "Get up, get up!"

"Got it!" Harry yelled.His hand first touched the light cord, pulled it away, and then stretched towards the direction of the bedside table, trying to find his glasses.But before that, he first touched a handful of sticky things.Oh hell!He cursed inwardly.Then he finally found the glasses, put them on, and saw a handful of dusty, disgusting things in his hands.

While he was trying to clean his hands, Aunt Petunia outside stopped knocking on the door, and changed into a very gentle tone: "Dudley baby, happy birthday! You woke up really early today. "

Dudley always took pleasure in bullying Harry, and when he heard Harry's voice, he yelled loudly: "Get up, isn't my breakfast ready?" He jumped a few more times before going downstairs satisfied .His mother's voice seemed particularly loud today, but he didn't care.

"Get up quickly, or you won't have breakfast!" Harry heard Aunt Petunia's last words, followed by the sound of the two walking towards the living room together.At that time, he was putting on too big clothes on his body, and he didn't answer her.But he seemed to have heard Voldemort's voice just now?

"What were you shouting just now? It's a good thing Aunt Petunia didn't pay attention, otherwise we would all be finished." Harry lowered his voice, and when he looked up, he realized that the diary had stood up, facing his direction.No, the diary wasn't so dirty last night, was it? "...what are you doing?"

Voldemort could see what he was thinking from the look in his eyes, and felt that he was about to be blown away by the Savior. "What am I doing? Should I ask you this?" He shook the pages of the book (spider threads fell), "Should I thank you for erasing a large piece?"

It was only then that Harry remembered slowly that he thought he had touched the table just now, but in fact he had touched the diary. "Can't you move?" He didn't care at all, his attention was on putting on his socks.After slipping his feet into two oversized shoes, he stood up and added, "That's certainly within the Dark Lord's reach, isn't it?" Everyone will admit that reading emotions from a diary is a difficult job.

After saying this, Harry got up and went out without looking at Voldemort again.Aunt Petunia could do it, and if he didn't go out and help her make breakfast, he wouldn't even be able to eat the last leftovers.It wasn't until he closed the storage room door that he recovered from the inexplicable feeling of elation and realized that he didn't feel a headache when he touched the diary.Oh well, this proved once again that Voldemort hadn't lied to him about not being able to magically harm each other.

After he left like this, of course he also turned off the incandescent lamp, and the storage room was completely dark.Only a little light leaked in from the transom under the door, and an unknown bug quickly crawled out.Voldemort held back his anger because he felt that Harry's last words were undoubtedly sarcasm.But he couldn't vent at this time, so he fell back on the table angrily.Is he going to stay in this dark locker until the savior starts school?

In reality, though, Voldemort was already in the limousine to the Zoo an hour later.The accurate description should be that he was tucked under Harry's baggy clothes.

Because it was Dudley's birthday today, the Dursleys took him out to play.They didn't want to take Harry, but the only neighbor who could take Harry, Mrs. Figg, broke her leg.They were worried that Harry would be alone at home, so they took him very unhappy.And Harry brought the diary for exactly the same reasons as the Dursleys, except that Reaper asked.Because he really felt that what Voldemort could do was definitely much more ruthless than him - even if he didn't have a wand now, it was a diary, but there was no guarantee that he wouldn't get too angry and lose control of his magic power!

Voldemort scoffed at the idea.Although Harry was right in guessing that he didn't want Harry to be comfortable, there was no need to bring himself into trouble - why bother, the locker room they were living in was bad enough.So the current situation can be summed up in one sentence: it is much better to go for a walk outside than to stay in the locker.While Voldemort had enough experience dealing with harsh environments (such as the dark woods of Albania), that didn't mean he still wanted to be hard on himself when he had the choice.

Then again, Voldemort is confident in himself, as long as he wants, he doesn't need such low-end blocking methods at all.

As a result, Dudley's complaints could only be heard in a car along the way—he expressed strong incomprehension to his parents for taking Harry with them, crying and making noises.

Had it been before, Harry must have been upset.However, he was sitting where he was now, listening to Dudley's voice in one ear and out the other - he had long given up trying to compete with Dudley for attention.Also, compared to Dudley, he found Voldemort to be far too quiet, which was unusual.

Even if he had choked Voldemort back, he could see how dissatisfied the Dark Lord was with his cupboard - well, not many people would be satisfied with a bedroom in a place like that.And this is only a superficial phenomenon, in fact, their contradictions cannot be reconciled at all.Death also gave them a goal like that...

Harry felt another headache.Because he can almost foresee that although Voldemort has no strong objection to this (maybe because of the physical relationship), it is absolutely impossible for him to cooperate obediently.To deal with this kind of person, you must pinch his weakness, but Harry still doesn't know what death promised Voldemort.

Harry thought about his goals, and thought about what the God of Death asked them to do, and finally felt that for the final result, the requirements of the God of Death were still within his tolerance.Just because he agreed, doesn't mean Voldemort can agree.That is to say, before the day given by the god of death, he must deal with two Voldemorts - one is naturally the one tucked in his clothes now, and the other is undoubtedly now in a dark forest, or has reached Quirrell. the back of the head—

Yes, Harry also heard the implication. "Can't interfere with the opponent's actions" - if you can't solve any of them, what else can you do?Obviously there was only one problem left, Voldemort's seven Horcruxes.

Harry suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.He was going to kill himself one by one in front of Voldemort!Wouldn't this be too far-fetched?

No, Harry told himself again, Voldemort couldn't do it if he wanted to.No matter how he thought about it, only he himself knew that the diary was Voldemort. Who else would believe it?

Oh yes, that's it.It looked like that, as long as he did the original thing again, endured Voldemort's cynicism for a year, and then figured out a way to get him to cooperate a little bit, he would be able to pass this year successfully.

Harry thought of a countermeasure, and thought he could do it.But he didn't think for a while whether Voldemort would be willing to keep the diary forever, and he didn't think that this was only the first year.In any case, he later realized that he had been overly optimistic.

But what happened in the future doesn't affect him now.When the car arrived at the zoo, Dudley's attention was drawn away, and finally subsided.The Dursleys didn't want others to know that they had brought Harry, so they ordered Harry to follow him at a distance.

And that was exactly what Harry had in mind.He kept his distance from the Dursleys, and with the buzz around him, he could have started his plan - to get Voldemort to cooperate a bit. "Voldemort? Voldemort?" He lowered his head slightly, careful not to let others notice what he was doing.He didn't dare to take out the book, because it was too conspicuous.

But the other party did not respond.Harry didn't give up, he knew that the other party must be awake-how could it be possible to sleep in such a noisy state around him?Sure enough, it didn't take long before he felt the hardcover hit his ribs, and then there was an equally small voice: "So what? There are new spider webs for the great Dark Lord to deal with?"

Harry knew for the first time that Voldemort was so narrow-minded.Didn't he just say a word this morning?Compared with what the other party did, his actions were extremely gentle.But it's inappropriate to say this now, he made up his mind to pretend he didn't hear it, and said, "Regarding Death's request, don't you think we should reach a temporary consensus?"

Voldemort was reluctant to talk to him at first, but after hearing this opening sentence, he became interested in an instant.The savior finally knows how to use his brain? "What temporary consensus?"

Harry paused before saying seriously: "I know you don't want to cooperate, and to be honest, I don't want to cooperate with you either. But the current situation is such that there is no other way. Why don't we all save our efforts to trip each other up, It’s good for everyone.” Anyway, it’s pointless for them to choke each other, and no one can kill the other.

"How do you know it's good for me?" Voldemort thought he could make some constructive suggestion, but when he heard this, Harry felt that his head was broken.Even if he can't do it himself, there are Death Eaters... Wait!He stopped the car suddenly, his face became very ugly.

But Harry couldn't see him now, and didn't notice it. "Although I don't know what the promise of death to you is, it can't be a bad thing, right? Could it be bad for you?" If that's the case, Voldemort must have blown up No. [-] Privet Drive early in the morning. wait until now?

Voldemort really didn't expect that Harry's next sentence was not on point, but it couldn't be refuted.He just snorted, thinking that he himself didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, so the savior would know that it wasn't a bad thing?But he didn't show it, he just said impatiently: "Then? Get along in harmony? You mean to let me do housework with you?"

Harry choked again.Although Voldemort's card diary has been with him for less than 24 hours, the other party seems to have grasped all the information he should know. "They're not as bad as they seem," he tried to argue.But as soon as the words came out, he knew it was going to be bad.Voldemort didn't know what happened to him the summer before he started seventh year, and knowing it probably wouldn't change his mind.

Sure enough, Voldemort snorted coldly: "Stupid Muggle! Are you really a wizard?"

The conversation has reached this level, and it is no longer possible to continue.Harry expected to hear Voldemort's barrage of slurs against Muggles, but Voldemort said only a few words, then fell silent; and remained silent for the rest of the day.

Harry felt he had to worry about that.Voldemort was not one to sit still, so his silence was probably planning something bad.

It was Voldemort's well-earned suspicion, it must be said, but Harry really had Voldemort wrong this time.Voldemort was indeed thinking about what he thought was more important, but that matter was only about himself: there was only one savior of the world, so how could there be two Dark Lords?