[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry didn't look for the mirror again.The new term has started and he has a lot to do.He helped Gryffindor beat Hufflepuff in less than five minutes in the new Quidditch season, and now all the Gryffindors love him.Then there was study, Snape, as usual, looked down on him, but Harry guessed that Dumbledore probably didn't tell him about the diary-there is a Dark Lord who is always pointing this and that in your head, and you just It's hard to really err on various subjects that the other side is good at.

But it also comes at a price.For example, the increasingly difficult rune textbooks, and Voldemort began to ask Harry to imitate his tone of voice.

Harry couldn't understand this. "Why?" he asked, "What's the use of my learning? Have you been too busy lately?" But he knew that Voldemort always liked to keep secrets, and if he didn't say it, he had to wait until he was willing to.

This time it was the same. "It's not such a difficult thing." Voldemort said relaxedly, it seems that he has completely adapted to life as a diary, "I say something, you follow, isn't it very simple?"

"But what are you going to do?" Harry asked directly.Voldemort never does superfluous things, so there must be a purpose.After learning the other party's font and then learning the tone of speech... He doesn't really want to play a boy Voldemort in front of Quirrell, does he?

"You'll see right away that it's useful," said Voldemort, still in the same "I won't tell you unless you guess it yourself" tone. "By the way, Quirrell gave Hagrid a dragon egg."

Harry's attention was diverted. "Dragon eggs again!" Of course he remembered this, how could he not?He, Hermione, Ron, and Neville paid the price of being deducted [-] points last time in order to send away the little dragon hatched by Hagrid, which is definitely still fresh in his memory. "Do you think I should have removed it from Hagrid's hut earlier?" So he wouldn't have to deal with a fire-breathing dragon.

"I think you should wait," said Voldemort dryly. "At least wait a while, or Quirrell will suspect that something is wrong."

Harry said nothing.Well, he could fool Hagrid, but Quirrell's suspicious Voldemort wasn't so easy to fool.So he scratched his head, and said helplessly: "Is there any spell that can make a dragon a little quieter?" They didn't go wandering in that corridor this time, and everything seemed to be calm; he planned to do it himself, because he couldn't In the second half of the semester, he still deducted so many points from his college.

"That's exactly what I'm going to tell you." Voldemort's voice sounded pleased. "You learned what I said earlier. I can find no less than ten such spells."

Harry was defeated by his see-through.He had expected that, given that Voldemort was a straight A student, he might not have a big problem in Potions; but the situation now exceeded his expectations, and much better.The other party has been giving him the feeling of being genuinely helpful lately—but it can't be.According to Voldemort's character, could he be the kind of person who generously and selflessly helps others?Although they are indeed bound together now, it is impossible for Voldemort to become an enthusiastic person in a few days, right?

Doubts are doubts, Harry still studied very seriously.Because he felt that he had roughly grasped the point that this might come in handy when dealing with Quirrell—think about it, could Quirrell attack him who was already under the control of the diary?Of course not.But Harry couldn't think of when this situation would happen for the time being, and he didn't intend to ask Voldemort everything, so he didn't say anything.

Voldemort had never been a warmhearted man, there was no question about that.But he has a very little basic principle, that is, if he feels that someone has helped him, he will not treat that person badly within the scope he thinks is reasonable, and will never touch the bottom line of his own interests—for example An inappropriate example, Peter's previous silver hand.

So, even though Harry didn't know what he was doing in his sleep, it didn't affect Voldemort's judgment—if possible, Harry definitely didn't want to kill him; if Harry was awake, he probably would have considered Find out what the other party's intentions are, but if he was in a defenseless sleep, it really can't be said that Harry has other plans.

It was a very surprising thing, Voldemort thought, he had never met such a man.According to the current situation, he realized that he really seemed to have the hope of peacefully coexisting with the savior until the last day of seven years-they both had their own goals to achieve, and it was rare for them not to conflict.It made him feel a little better, and he began to find pleasure in these things, such as making the savior jump in anger, or deliberately use vague words to make the savior confused, and he had to think about him all the time--

Of course, Voldemort didn't know now that he was moved by Harry's subconscious behavior, nor that his current behavior was closer to a situation called deliberately gaining someone's attention.He now only feels that he will succeed, and he will get a new opportunity from this matter, about how to express himself and prove himself.The Killing Curse has proven to be a relatively shallow and troublesome form of conquest, and he should be able to do better.

We must say that Voldemort now thinks he has seen the sinister intentions of Death, but in fact, he has not.As for Harry, he was still as optimistic as before, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

The weather is gradually getting hotter.On Easter Eve, Harry received Easter eggs from Sirius.But unexpectedly, he also received another gift from the Dursleys' family, which was almost as big as Sirius' Easter egg.

Ron was opening his share of chocolate candy eggs, and when he saw Harry paused, he raised his head and looked curiously. "You're at... oh? Your aunt's? It's not going to be..." He had heard Harry describe the gifts he had received from his aunt's house growing up, and what he remembered most was a pile of maggots.

"Do you need a detection spell?" Hermione also thought of the situation, and couldn't help but feel hairy, and suggested.

Harry tapped the box with his wand, not quite sure.Sirius had probably sent letters to his aunt and uncle, which represented their reaction.Perhaps it would be safer for him to protect himself with an armor first?But this thought only flashed in his mind, and he calmly removed the ribbon.

...Well, there are genuine candies inside, exuding an enticing sweet aroma.

The three looked at each other.Then Ron struggled a bit, reached for one, and said, "Let me help you experiment with Muggle candy first, Harry."

Hermione wanted to stop him, but couldn't.But they all saw that Ron's expression changed from closed eyes to a dreamlike reaction, and they all knew that the candy must be fine.

The candies sent by the Dursleys were snatched up by the Gryffindors, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw next door also took some.It was completely unprecedented for him to suddenly become a popular person with the Dursleys.Harry was so flattered that he ignored the look from the Slytherin table and kept thinking about it as he went to bed.Probably because of Sirius... It seems that he will have to ask next time, what did Sirius say?

A voice interrupted his thoughts. "Empty your brain before going to bed, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Harry's mind pulled back a little. "... Is Quirrell ready to go to the Forbidden Forest?" After calculating the time, it was just about the same.

"No, no," Voldemort's voice sounded as calm as ever, "he won't go again."

"Didn't you say..." Harry stretched himself half up on the bed in surprise, and turned to stare at the diary on the bedside table.Does this mean that Voldemort held Quirrell?But didn't Voldemort say before that he wouldn't care?

"I didn't say anything." Voldemort obviously sensed his surprise, but his tone remained flat and unchanged. "The time is coming, you should know, and you can't make mistakes."

Harry stared at him in a gesture of refusal to continue the conversation.Exam week is approaching after Easter.That also means that Quirrell is going to take the final action.At a time like this, he should of course use Occlumency well, so as not to be in so much pain at some point.Voldemort was right when he said that, but unicorns...

"So full..." Ron next door groaned and rolled over, just in time to see him, he couldn't help asking in surprise, "Harry, what are you laughing at?"

"Oh, no, no. Go to sleep, Ron." Harry got into bed quickly, only then realized that he had unconsciously shown an unbelievable expression just now - when would he smile at Voldemort? out, really?He pinched his cheeks himself, trying to pull the arc down, but he couldn't control it.

Unicorns...Harry couldn't believe that Voldemort hadn't worked hard on this, even though it didn't matter to Voldemort.He didn't know how Voldemort would react to Ron's words, but he felt that maybe he should have said Merry Christmas to Voldemort at Christmas time.

But there was one thing Harry had overlooked.He thought Voldemort's tone was covering up his usual insincerity, so it didn't occur to him that he wasn't the only one in the world who didn't receive something that should have been ordinary, like an Easter egg from a family member.