[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The two were troubled by their own thoughts, and neither of them thought of the original Brazilian python.That means the trip to the zoo ended peacefully and without incident.Harry avoided the original one-week locker lockup, which he reluctantly thought was a good thing, since he really didn't need to stare at Voldemort for long.

The last summer vacation of elementary school is here.For Dudley, that meant he was about to start attending a nearby prestigious school.After the school notice and some school supplies came in, his fun changed from dusting Harry on the stairs to laughing at Harry's new school ("Stonewall High? What the hell is that?"), Chase and beat Harry with his new Smelting cane.

Harry generally tried not to let him find a reason to get angry, but Dudley obviously had trouble with reason at times.At this time, he would slip out and return to Privet Drive after wandering outside enough; or hide in the storage room and sleep with his ears plugged.The latter was safer than the former, because Aunt Petunia particularly disliked him going out and embarrassing them.Harry didn't really care much about the dirty pantry (think, two more months), but there were two people in the place now.

Even if Voldemort contemplated his own existence, he couldn't help noticing that Harry's body was getting more and more scars.At the beginning, he watched with cold eyes, but in the end he couldn't help it. "Are you really a wizard?" he demanded again. "Even without a wand, you can give that kid a good look!"

Harry was sitting on the bed looking at a bruise on his calf (by accident) and hissing silently.He kept quiet to avoid drawing Voldemort's attention, but Voldemort clearly paid more attention to detail than he did. "I'm fine," he said firmly, "this injury will heal soon."

Voldemort would have rolled his eyes at him if possible.This obviously evasive answer, thanks to the fact that this person is still a savior! "To deal with this kind of person, you can only be more ruthless than him." He said grimly.

Harry lowered his trousers, frowning sensitively. "Are you talking about yourself?" He remembered that he had seen Dumbledore's memory, and it seemed that Voldemort had done a lot of bad things when he was in the orphanage. "Hanging someone's pet rabbit off the roof? A lesson in a dark cave?"

The curvature of the diary's mouth became flat and tense.After a long time, he continued: "Very well, it seems that Dumbledore told you everything, and you don't think that is a good way."

"Of course not!" Harry blurted out.Think about the last cup of tea Dudley left by his door, and the last words he said to him... So he didn't think Dudley was a bad cousin, Dudley was just a spoiled kid now .

Voldemort was about to say something, but sensing what was going on in Harry's mind, he only let out a hum.He wanted to say a few more words, but with the directness of the savior's mind, I'm afraid it won't help much - and he has an example - although Voldemort didn't feel that the last tea and words were enough for him to forgive a person.Consistent credulity, the savior...

Harry rolled his eyes to look at him.This is a good opportunity... "Are you still in Albania?" He asked suddenly, hoping to surprise the other party with a real reaction.

Voldemort gave him a cold glance, though Harry couldn't see it. "That's a bad technique, Potter. Think you'll let the Dark Lord out?" Then he grinned again, with a perfectly smirk: "But that's a question I happen to be willing to answer. I, no, know , Dao." He finished the last sentence word by word.

Harry wilted when he heard himself being pierced, and pricked up his ears again in the middle, and at the end... "Voldemort! It's fine if you don't say it, but you're playing me on purpose, right?" He was angry, But remember to control the volume anyway.If his uncle and aunt thought he was alone in the room talking to himself, he was going to be locked up again.

"Whatever you want." Voldemort didn't respond to his anger.He probably knows what the savior wants to do, but that doesn't mean he will go to the Arabian Nights to help; and compared to what he is about to encounter, he must think that his situation is really more dangerous——wait When Leigh went to Hogwarts, he was exposed to Dumbledore's nose without any protection.Oh, that's not a good idea, at least he needs to find an ally to help cover...

Of course, this alliance will not be the savior.

Harry didn't know what he was thinking, so he could only lie down on his bed angrily, but the scar on his back made him cry out in pain.However, he didn't turn his head to look at Voldemort's reaction. He was determined to treat the other party as nothing in the future unless necessary. Comparing with a senior Slytherin, he was basically sure that he was the one who died of anger first.

The two resumed their respectful attitude towards each other.But Harry's rage came and went quickly, and it wasn't really a big deal - compared to his acceptance letter.Yes, all he had to do now was to get the letter every day, and tear it down before giving it to Aunt Petunia—so that his aunt and uncle wouldn't have to do some painful unnecessary struggles.

Harry's precautions proved to be useful.After a brawl that nearly knocked the roof off and a fight, he managed to get the unpacked admission letter into his locker at the cost of a new bruise.There was supposed to be a month of confinement, but he managed to shock Aunt Petunia into forgetting about it—and he told her sincerely that he was grateful for her care over the years.

Voldemort was rather disapproving of Harry's silent laugh while holding the notice.He's long past that age, but it looks like the Savior hasn't.He also decided not to comment on the quarrel just now, because in his opinion, the savior is as incomprehensible as his aunt—what kind of development process is this?Shouldn't it be the savior's magic power erupting at the end, or his uncle and aunt beating him up?In the end it was resolved peacefully?

So it came down to what Voldemort least understood - how on earth could he fail at the hands of someone like that?

Voldemort muttered in his heart, so naturally he would not speak.And Harry looked at the short few lines of the letter and felt happy enough, so he thought of other aspects.If nothing unexpected happened, Hagrid would still come to take him to Diagon Alley this time.Leaving aside his uncle's and aunt's reaction to seeing a half-giant, what was Voldemort going to do?

bring?With so many people in Diagon Alley, nothing could go wrong, right?

Without?There's nothing more dangerous than leaving a Dark Lord alone in a house with other people, right?

Harry struggled for a while, and finally had to admit that the conditions that Death gave them were really no nonsense-how could he feel relieved if he didn't see Voldemort with his own eyes?

It was a stormy night when Hagrid arrived, and the doors and windows of every house on Privet Drive were closed.And it was precisely because of this that they didn't see a person who was not at all like a normal human being enter the Dursley's house.

It was Uncle Vernon who opened the door.He regretted it immediately, regretting that he hadn't opened the door with a shotgun.But Aunt Petunia and Dudley didn't react much better than Hagrid's, after seeing Hagrid bend the inch-thick stainless steel security door with one hand and slump limply to the ground.In the end, all three of them were chased upstairs by Hagrid, leaving Harry and him downstairs.

Harry was very happy to see Hagrid, and this meeting was far better than the last.Although it was still stormy outside, there was no island hut or wild boat, and he finally ate his birthday cake this time--Hagrid's cake making skills were mediocre, but at least it didn't break teeth like rock cakes , so Harry must think this is the best cake he's ever had.

Everything went smoothly thereafter.Before the sun rose, Hagrid took Harry to Diagon Alley - it was impossible for his figure not to attract the attention of Muggles, so it was natural to choose a time when there were few people.Harry followed him, praying that nothing would happen to the diary he was carrying in his arms.

The Leaky Cauldron was as lively as ever.As Hagrid opened the door and greeted Boss Tom, Harry was sure he felt the diary move in his arms - presumably out of distaste for Tom's name.This made Harry think that if nothing else happened, he would meet Professor Quirrell who had been possessed here.He wasn't worried about fighting the opponent, but he couldn't help but wonder how Voldemort might react to it.

Although I don't know what the relationship between the two is, it's better not to meet each other... Harry made a final conclusion in his heart.So while Hagrid was very proud to say that he was doing what Dumbledore had given him, Harry was tearing at the hem of his coat.Seeing his anxious expression, Hagrid swallowed a few words and went back, leading him to the backyard of the bar.

But the process is not very smooth.When they were about to leave the lobby, they were stopped by someone.

Harry reacted quickly, and immediately hid his figure behind Hagrid.He found that he had missed one point, that Professor Quirrell—that is, the possessed Voldemort—was actually waiting for him in the bar today.So he could avoid Hagrid and introduce him to everyone, but he couldn't avoid the one he wanted to avoid the most.

"What a coincidence, Hagrid, to meet you here." Quirrell held a glass of wine.Although he was talking to Hagrid, his eyes flicked uncontrollably behind him.

"Ah, hello, Professor Quirrell." Hagrid naturally didn't notice any problem. "Harry, here, this is your future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

Hagrid tried to get Harry to come out and meet Quirrell, but Harry didn't move.As Quirrell approached, he knew it, because the diary kept turning restlessly.He had to press it tight - only then could he ensure that the diary Voldemort didn't jump out and have a fight with another Voldemort in the bar.

That prospect sounds bleak.

But the way he lowered his head was obviously recognized by Hagrid as another possibility.He scratched his head embarrassingly, "Sorry, it's probably a little uneasy for Harry to come to Diagon Alley for the first time."

Quirrell shook his head, a strange smile appeared on his face. "It's okay, understandable." But his eyes never left Harry.

It wasn't until Hagrid led Harry into Diagon Alley, and the brick wall behind him slowly closed, that Harry felt the stinging gaze disappear.Although Voldemort's soul has split into many pieces, and the connection between each piece is no longer close enough, it is impossible to recognize them face to face, right?Wasn't that just now...

Harry felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and then realized he was oversimplifying things.Although the Grim Reaper didn't say it clearly, if the diary Voldemort with him is eliminated, it must be a failure!The first meeting is like this, what should we do when we get to Hogwarts?