[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry was stunned for a while in disbelief before reacting slowly.The tone was right, but the voice... sounded almost as young as himself? "Vol...Demort?" He asked uncertainly, on the one hand he felt that he needed glasses, on the other hand he felt that it was no wonder that this thing was warm on his body. "Get up, even if it's a surprise, you have to let me see clearly first." He tried to get the glasses on the bedside table.

But Voldemort was faster than him.Harry had just reached out a hand before he realized he was grabbing the frame of his glasses.And in the time it took him to put it on, Voldemort had pulled the bed curtain tight, cast a spell that blocked the light, and finally sat up. "Fortunately, I thought you must be very worried, but you missed your glasses as soon as you came back?" He said this with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

Harry decided to ignore the sentence.According to his understanding of Voldemort, the other party's words must not be sincere, otherwise it would be impossible to say it so generously.And he felt that Voldemort should thank him for taking unreflexive self-defense actions - such as punching or something - knowing that doing such tricks in the middle of the night, not everyone has such a strong psychological quality as him. "Aren't you..." He just wanted to say, "You're not good", but when he raised his eyes, he bumped into a pair of dark eyes, and he was stuck immediately.

... dark eyes?

Harry took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and said a silent clean with his wand to them before putting them back on.Then he realized that instead of being dazzled, he did see a slightly thin-cheeked young Voldemort smirking at him.It was more shocking than Voldemort being awake and back, because what he had always thought was...

"Doubt what you saw, eh?" Voldemort said in a slightly exaggeratedly uplifted tone.He was wearing a black robe, and he was occupying most of Harry's bed in a very unceremonious manner. "In your opinion, wouldn't that be a better face for 'Have a nice evening with peace of mind'?"

Harry opened his mouth.With his poor eyesight, if he could barely recognize two eyes when he just woke up, he can see them all now.It must be said that as long as you are a normal person, you will definitely feel that what Voldemort said just now is very correct.He naturally doesn't deny it, but now he is more concerned about other things: "So, tonight?" It seems that he is lucky, he just woke up, even if he sits with his eyes open until dawn, it will be fine—— He didn't really think he could share a single bed with Voldemort.

Voldemort obviously saw what he was thinking and snorted, but didn't object.

The attitude seems to be quite cooperative.Harry sat up cross-legged, feeling as if all the questions he'd been repressing for over a month were now bursting out of his head. "What's the matter with you? You didn't respond, I thought you..." He paused, thinking that he must not tell Voldemort what he did to the diary in front of Voldemort, so he skipped it and said, "You How did it become like this?" He originally wanted to ask how the other party woke him up, but then he remembered that he had brought the diary with him, and the diary was Voldemort...so he decided to ignore it selectively. this problem.

"The answer to both questions is that you should ask the invisible fellow." Voldemort replied quickly, obviously not finding it very interesting.

The invisible guy...of course, is the Grim Reaper.Harry felt that he could understand Voldemort's attitude towards Death, because he also felt that a Death who could make such a request might not be an easy guy to deal with.And with Voldemort's character, he must have felt that being forced to be a diary was a great torture and pain (he had to admit carefully, he was very grateful for this).But this couldn't be expressed, so he asked: "Let's forget about the appearance first, the one in front... are you really unconscious?" This is definitely related to their future plans.

"What do you think?" Voldemort's expression turned ugly.Of course he wasn't really in a coma, but he really didn't want to say what he saw... bloody kinship!Can't he just choose not to know those things about the Deathly Hallows?Because the more he knew, the more stupid he would appear to be - he really didn't want to be told this over and over again, especially in front of the Savior.

Harry was keenly aware of his displeasure.In fact, Voldemort can roughly guess without telling him that there is only one person who can make Voldemort's plan greatly deviate—if the god of death is a person—with the ability to do it.He thought about what Reaper could do, and finally decided that it would be better not to provoke Voldemort; curious as he was, it wasn't tonight.

"Well, I don't know anything." Harry said in a calm tone, "Anyway, it's a good thing to save one more chance." After all, there were only three poor times...

This gave Voldemort something to say.He sat there with a sullen face, and said, "You won't tell me, do you really think that there are three times?" Last time he felt that it was not the time to mention this to Harry, but this time it should be appropriate up.

"What..." Harry didn't even finish a word before he realized what Voldemort was talking about. "You mean that God of Death told a lie? Then..." Wouldn't even the purpose be false?This conclusion is more terrifying, because it negates all his efforts to this end.

"No." Voldemort received his thoughts, reached out a hand, and pushed back Harry who was trying to stand up. "It's just a brilliant lie."

This was a burning question for Harry, who had never been very good at lying.On the contrary, Voldemort is definitely a master, and he has an extraordinary level in distinguishing people's hearts—otherwise he wouldn't be able to rely on one person. It is to win over many Death Eaters for his use.So in this regard, Harry trusted his judgment almost unconditionally—of course, there was one prerequisite, they were on the same boat now, and there was no need for Voldemort to use such lies to make him nervous.

"So, in other words, there's no extra chance at all?" Harry finally came to a conclusion that couldn't help worrying him. "If it's dead, it's dead..." Should he be thankful that he felt like he had to get everything right in the first place?Otherwise, by now, it has already failed?

"Or shouldn't I tell you the truth now?" Voldemort looked at his face, knew that he had believed it, and began to tease him. "If you worry too much, our good night will be over."

Harry somehow felt that something was wrong with that statement, and then he realized what it was. "Don't talk like Death!" he protested vehemently, "especially not in that weird tone!" It sounded like they really had something.Of course, he would never admit it. It is estimated that countless people would like what Voldemort said just now.

"Oh, don't be silly, my dear innocent boy." Voldemort, who had been sitting upright, suddenly leaned closer, with the distance between their bodies less than two inches, "Do you really think there is something on you?" Is there a place I haven't seen?"