[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The rest of the day was normal.They finished their week of classes and ushered in the weekend.It's just that because the final exam is approaching, students like Hermione have already started to review formally, and she also helped Ron set a timetable.As for Harry, she firmly believed that with the ability of the other party to learn runes by himself, there was no need to study too hard at all.

In fact, this is the right idea, because as long as a seventh-year student is not too lazy, it will be more than enough to solve the first-year courses, not to mention that there is something in Harry's mind that no one else will find out-a Hogwarts. He is the best student ever, and also a Dark Lord who is not satisfied with the status quo.

Just before midnight, the Dark Lord woke Harry up with an unceremonious gesture.

"Can't you do it another way?" Harry rubbed his head and got up.To be honest, he didn't fall asleep at all, and his mind was filled with that horrible twisted snake face for a while, and the diary that stayed by his side obediently for a while, it was a little confused.And at this time, the diary was still waking him up by bouncing on the top of his head—if he remembered correctly, Voldemort could have used a gentler way, right?

"I'm just worried that you think too much." Voldemort said pointedly.He had been with Harry for almost a year, how could he not know if Harry was really asleep or pretending to be asleep? "Although you can tell Quirrell later that you didn't fall asleep because you were too excited, I still hope you can be alert."

"I don't need you to tell me." Harry muttered.He changed his clothes lightly, put on the cloak, slipped through the bed curtains, and went downstairs to pass the portrait—Voldemort had taught him a more useful opening spell that would not disturb the Fat Lady—until four He didn't make any sound in the corridor upstairs.

Voldemort was barely qualified for this. "If you are still discovered by Filch or Peeves after so many night tours, then I dare not admit that I taught you."

Harry rolled his eyes mentally.Well, he knew that since the other party could find the Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts, he would undoubtedly have very rich experience in night travel. "Where's Quirrell? Inside? Is there anything else I should pay attention to?" Although Voldemort said that his performance was full of flaws, he still had to pay attention to what should be paid attention to.

"There is nothing else but the need to use the silent spell." Voldemort's tone was much more relaxed than his. "But after all, he is going to take the Philosopher's Stone, and you can let him do it openly, unless necessary." And he For myself, I just need to do it at the last moment.

Harry had clearly thought of that, too. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again. "I let Quirrell separate from his soul piece, and you go grab the soul piece?"

He had already figured it out when he was tossing and turning on the bed just now. When the soul piece on Quirrell was in a deep sleep state, Quirrell would not respond when he shook hands with him, so he must force the soul slice to appear; the power of the diary is discounted , so it needs a chance to paralyze the other party; and the diary has already taken the locket, it is unlikely to change the place, but to recycle it by itself-this can explain why Voldemort has become normal recently.And he felt that, rather than killing a soul piece, it would be better served by returning to a normal owner.Maybe others would think he was naive, but Harry decided to take the risk - after all, things hadn't looked bad for a year, and Voldemort was a diary after all.

"You actually thought it through clearly, Gryffindor's mind doesn't look too bad?" Voldemort was slightly surprised.Then he realized that this was why Harry had been ignoring him since the afternoon.

"So that's what you mean?" Harry ignored his tone and continued to step forward.Although he didn't know what method the diary would use, wouldn't he still be able to help?

Sensing his thoughts, Voldemort remained silent for a while.The savior once again put other people's affairs before his own... Is it worthy of being the savior?But he didn't say it, but just said: "Qiluo can't wait any longer."

And indeed it is.Quirrell was already standing inside the room waiting when they—it appeared to be "he" to Quirrell—entered the latch door.The harp that played automatically was placed against the wall, and Lu Wei, the three-headed dog, was already asleep. The trapdoor at his feet opened, revealing a dark hole.Seeing Harry, he bowed deeply and said, "Master, you are here."

Harry still had a bad reaction to the title.And now he thinks, looking at Voldemort's reaction on Quirrell's head, maybe Quirrell's attitude is just perfunctory. "Then go in at once." He repeated Voldemort's words in his head.

Accustomed to his icy attitude, Quirrell just nodded.And just when he was about to jump into the hole, Harry said again: "Wait a minute, I'll go down first." Because the diary thinks it's better to go in first, if Quirrell is allowed to go first, maybe he should go in first. There is nothing more to be said for him.

Quirrell froze for a moment, and then said: "Okay, master." This undoubtedly showed Voldemort's suspicion, but he thought this was a normal behavior.

It wasn't until Harry's feet hit the ground again that he was able to distract himself and say to Voldemort, "Is this what you planned again?" He had just cast a Levitation Charm on himself, and it was very easy to slide all the way down, and it was very easy to deal with the devil's net. A flaming bear is enough.

"Don't be silly, that's what I'll do, no planning required." Voldemort obviously didn't care about such small tricks at all. "But I have to say, your judgment just now was very accurate, and Quirrell is indeed perfunctory to you."

Harry was about to ask a few more questions, but Quirrell had already come down.He looked at Harry's neat robe, and then asked respectfully, "Master, do you want to go ahead?"

"No, you go first." Harry refused him for the diary, and at the same time felt that this kind of conversation was really tiring.Obviously he already knew what was ahead, but the existence of Quirrell made this matter seem more troublesome than the first time.Now he finally understands what it means to not do anything without doing it - less talk and less mistakes!

Quirrell obviously didn't think he would be in front all the time, and soon walked towards the stone passage.

"Follow closely, don't let him have the opportunity to make small moves." Voldemort reminded Harry in time.He knew very well what his past self was like at this time—very weak, so weak that it took him a long time to build strength even to speak a long paragraph, so this time would definitely not appear.

Harry kept up as told, and at the same time felt that some words were simply too much to hold back. "What on earth are you making so many horcruxes for? Is it just to fight against yourself now?" He felt so tired just looking at it! "Is that what you would do?"

Asked back by what he said just now, Voldemort rarely choked.Then he spat out a word dryly: "In the past."

Harry heard his evasion and couldn't help snorting. "It's best like this." Although he said so, he didn't continue talking, but quickly followed Quirrell.It's not that he hasn't learned how stubborn Voldemort is, why bother to fight at this time?Anyway, they are all on the same boat now!

But Harry won't be able to distract himself from thinking about these things soon, because this time he saw with his own eyes how Quirrell solved those levels.In the level where the sky was full of wings, Quirrell judged the correct one from the keyhole, and then grabbed it with a spell—much more than he judged the real one by the feature of crooked wings.On the huge chessboard, Quirrell solved the game in less than five minutes and carried the two of them together intact.Then there was the giant monster arranged by Quirrell himself. He conjured a big rock out of thin air, and directly knocked the huge mountain monster unconscious.As for the logical reasoning of the penultimate level, Quirrell didn't even spend a minute—as a wizard who has traveled around the world, he obviously understands Muggle stuff.

Harry was overwhelmed with surprise.Although he knew that Quirrell's ability is definitely not the kind of stuttering in class, but when he really saw it, he only felt a little cold sweat behind his back.This made him realize clearly that if he hadn't had an accident at the last minute last time, he would have been killed by Quirrell as early as the first grade.It wasn't the first time he knew about it now, but it was when he knew it most clearly.

The impact was so direct and intense that Harry had already clenched his wand in his sleeve before passing through the black flames.Although he could catch the possessed Voldemort twice after he showed up, what if the other party used a wand this time?