[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry ignored him at all.This is definitely a good opportunity, he lunged forward, pressed Quirrell from above, and decisively grabbed his right hand holding the wand and his free left hand-he didn't know if the pain could stop Quirrell from He woke up from a deep coma, but he knew that before the other party woke up, he had to make the other party defenseless.Sure enough, the moment he met, he didn't feel much (because he had used Occlumency), but the other person's skin began to glow red and blistered.

"You can't do this... no!" The shrill voice changed its key when Harry met Quirrell, and it was directly pitched up, obviously in pain. "You're not a diary at all! You're Potter!"

Although he knew that the possessed Voldemort was facing him with his back and couldn't see him, Harry still grinned. "That's right," he stared at the two hands of his subordinate Quirrell, judging whether he could succeed before Quirrell woke up from the pain, and whether it was necessary to do the same with his mouth, and replied with a little thought: "It's always been me."

"...This is impossible!" Judging from the sound, if you can see the expression of that snake face now, it must be two red eyes that are rounded, and only the flat and thin nose is flapping rapidly. "I clearly noticed that you must have my Horcrux on you!"

"Oh, maybe, but I don't think he thinks he's your Horcrux," Harry said quickly.Quirrell's two wrists had turned to ashes, and his body began to shake.He felt that this was a sign that Quirrell was about to wake up, so he covered the other's mouth. "Fine, that's it, you can't stand what's on me."

The directionality of this sentence was so obvious that Voldemort, who was possessed by Quirrell, heard it. "You planned it!" There was a rare hint of panic in his voice, "You can't know what happened that night, Dumbledore can't tell you!" Then he thought of another soul piece that should exist, I think this matter is completely unreasonable: "Even if he doesn't think he is a horcrux, it is impossible for him to want to kill himself!" The diary cannot be fake, how can it be possible for the same person's soul piece to identify the wrong person?

"Are you talking about me?" A voice came from ahead of Harry.He didn't realize it for a moment, then looked up and realized that the diary seemed to have jumped out of his pocket as he lunged at Quirrell.It was standing near the entrance now, its dusty cover against the background of black flames, it was unobtrusive, but it looked very gloomy when you saw it clearly.

Quirrell on the ground has woken up.His first reaction was his hand, which hurt like it was burned; he struggled to see that it was true; the next reaction of a normal person was to scream, but he only uttered a whimper The whining sound—although he sat up halfway, he couldn’t push away Harry who was pressing down on his mouth—and according to the speed of bubbling to scorching, his jawbone should be gone in a short while Not to mention the sound and chanting.

This kind of action probably just facilitated the vision of the possessed Voldemort, allowing him to see things that he could not see otherwise. "What do you want?" he asked, but he had already begun to realize that his possessed body must be dying soon, and it was impossible for the savior to show mercy.For him, Quirrell is just a stepping stone to his goal. He doesn't care about the other party's life and death at all, but he cares about his next body.He is only now slowly realizing that in this state, it is absolutely impossible for his soul piece to take Harry's body—because he can't stand the thing in Harry's blood, and it is violent The pain and the subsequent disintegration was basically a feeling that caused the pain, a feeling he couldn't understand.

The diary seemed to smile. "As expected of me." His voice was unhurried, showing no surprise at the current situation. "But it's useless to say anything..."

"No use?" the shrill voice retorted. "You should at least explain why I myself knew more at sixteen than I do now?"

Although there is a connection between the soul pieces, they should stay where they should be when the main soul is still alive.Could it be that the diary has had that kind of overly independent consciousness early on, and it has developed to the point where it is now?But even if something went wrong in the Malfoy family, there was one last point that couldn't be explained: he couldn't stand the Savior's touch at all, but why could the diary stay safely with the Savior all the time?

Thinking of this, the possessed Voldemort really panicked.Apart from the fact that Quirrell's body is approaching the critical point, what else is wrong... No, this matter is a trap from beginning to end!

The diary obviously wasn't going to explain it to him. "It's going to take a lot of time," he replied, "by the time I'm done, Dumbledore should be..." back.

Harry was listening tensely to what they had to say, while not letting go of what he was supposed to be doing.But in the middle of the sentence he heard from the diary, he suddenly felt his hand loosen.Quirrell had been struggling, but now he softened again.Is this dizzy again or...?As soon as he thought of this, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a wisp of black mist emerging from Quilo's side, and it quickly floated towards the door—he passed out without seeing this thing last time, but it didn't affect him Judgment—

"Get him! Quick!" Harry yelled.

Apparently Voldemort knew more about what he might be like than he did.Kneeling on the spot, Harry saw the diary at the door suddenly stretched up from the size of two palms, the pages curled up, as if a lot of air was suddenly blown in, and it swelled up, covering the flames behind, like many big hands falling from the sky , like a dense net covering the sky and the sun.

Voldemort must have known when his past self would choose to flee, Harry thought, because the next moment he saw, the wisp of mist crashed into the pages without even having time to brake; Qing's speed is closed, and then the process of shrinking is as fast as the process of it becoming larger.Finally it landed on the ground, moved a few times and then became quiet.

Silence returned to the room.Harry stood up from the ground, without looking at Quirrell, and without bothering to pat the ashes off himself, he rushed to the door. "You did it!" he said happily, thinking he'd be sure to hear a familiar snooty, critical tone flaunting his plan to him.

but.

"... Voldemort?" Harry felt that Voldemort should not play any nasty jokes on him at this time.He knelt down and poked the leather side of the diary, hoping to get the other person's attention - Voldemort didn't like his way of greeting very much, because he felt that it was poking him in the face. "You-Know-Who? The Dark Lord?"

It was still calm.For almost three minutes, Harry stared until his eyes were sore, but the diary lay there, motionless, and made no attempt to move.

Won't go wrong at the last moment, right?Harry panicked.Because he moved too hastily just now, he didn't care to roll up his robe, and now he finally realized that the magic stone hurt his thigh.This woke him up, he couldn't wait here, Dumbledore must be on his way back.

Harry stood up, took out the bright red stone from his pocket, and looked back at Quirrell who had been motionless, suddenly felt a little hesitant, but it disappeared quickly.Then he picked up the diary on the ground, hugged it tightly in his arms, and went out through the black flames.When passing the chessboard, he put the Philosopher's Stone in the middle of the black and white chessboard.