[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry thought he was absolutely stunned for two seconds.Then he finally came back to realize that what Voldemort had said just now, which seemed to have no beginning and no end, was aimed at the sense of distance in his tone, or his subconscious thought of drawing a line.Surely not true anyway... "Don't push yourself," he warned. "Surely you're saying that when you can't fight or fight? Trying to piss me off at a time like this isn't a good idea." Although he didn't know what "good night" Reaper was referring to, he felt that it definitely didn't include the Savior and the Dark Lord going head-to-head.

But Voldemort didn't seem to care at all.As he continued to approach, the smirk on his face widened. "What do you think of as a good night is not just chatting under the quilt? Then I want to say, this is absolutely wrong."

Harry was forced to lean back, but he still didn't want to give up. "What do you want to say?"

Voldemort paused for a moment, then looked him over carefully twice. "No, I seem to have forgotten that when you are imagining yourself, it seems that you are only... not even as good as that red-haired one." At the end of the talk, his eyes were full of interest.

It took Harry a little longer to understand the words this time.What could have occurred to him to make Voldemort speak in such a tone?lovely night?He came back to his senses a little, and he seemed to be talking about Ginny; the red hair was probably Ron, and as for the scale, the biggest thing was what Ron saw when he faced the locket.That what Voldemort meant by a good night was clearly... the thought of privacy made him flush and a little irritated: "Can't you not mention this? And, as if you had any experience!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he knew he had accidentally said the wrong thing, because Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously.Harry's heart beat for a moment, if Voldemort was provoked by him at this time, then they would have nothing to eat.And it suddenly occurred to him that not liking anyone doesn't mean Voldemort hasn't touched anyone...?Yes, that's right, with Voldemort's previous appearance, wouldn't he not even need to hook his fingers, and there would be people with reinforcements waiting to climb into his bed?Anyway, it's impossible for Voldemort to still rely on his...hands in this situation, right?Or, can splitting the soul also make people have no desires?

Occlumency suddenly occurred to Harry, and he hurried to use it.On the one hand, he felt that he shouldn't have thought about this kind of problem, you know, it's all other people's privacy, and he is not a person like Voldemort who likes to dementor others; on the other hand, he found that he was not sure whether he wanted to Knowing whether the answer is yes or no, I can't help feeling a little flustered.

But Voldemort made no objection, as if he hadn't noticed anything.He only stared at Harry until the latter started to feel hairy, and then he spoke slowly and softly: "Then what do you think is the possibility?"

Sure enough, he did, Harry thought a little desperately, regretting not using Occlumency sooner.In fact, for the answer to this question, he was more inclined to his first conjecture, but he said: "This has nothing to do with me." Yes, that's right, why did he discuss his nightlife with Voldemort? go back!

The black-haired, black-eyed boy straightened up slightly, clasped his hands together, and looked at Harry again with a gaze that could almost penetrate the wall.On the one hand, Harry was grateful that the other party finally gave him some air to breathe, but on the other hand, he was very worried that his Occlumency would be revealed, because he accidentally touched the wand in Voldemort's robe just now.A Dark Lord with a wand, even if he can't hurt him, probably has ways to make him feel uncomfortable.Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the other party's voice say, "You seem to be very nervous."

Harry's eyes widened, and he immediately retorted: "No!" Then he touched the other party's eyes that seemed to be smiling again, and felt that the words were a bit too full, so he changed his words: "Although it's not possible now, but I'm really just worried about you continuing to give me an Avada Kedavra."

He had a good reason for it, for Voldemort immediately turned a very normal look—almost stern—on him. "I thought the savior had never been afraid of the death curse."

Actually, of course not, Harry answered inwardly.Because it is absolutely impossible for him to let someone hit himself with this spell easily without knowing it.Thinking about his parents... no, stop!Harry decisively called a stop before his thoughts diverged to some inappropriate places, because he couldn't guarantee that if he wanted to go on, he would want to strangle Voldemort to death in his bed.So, sure enough, the diary is right for him, isn't it?

Voldemort probably saw the answer from his silence, because he quickly changed the topic: "Didn't you just want to know what happened in that month or so?"

Harry heard that the other party was deliberately diverting his attention.He sat up, hugging the quilt in his arms, pretending that he hadn't thought about such a serious question just now: "So you're going to talk now?" What a peaceful night to him, look at how well this conversation has progressed difficult!His reluctance didn't last long, though, because what Voldemort said next had a strong appeal to him.

"That night, I thought it was going to be a repeat of the Christmas work. It would be difficult at best." Voldemort said lightly, "But no, I seemed to be thrown into a fairy tale in an instant."

Harry's first reaction was, what is "kinda hard"?And something that Voldemort found difficult?But his attention was immediately attracted by the second sentence, because with Voldemort's description, the other party seemed to have experienced something very new in the past month or so. "Fairy tale? Like, Deathly Hallows?" he asked tentatively.

Voldemort took a rare look at him and said affirmatively, "Deathly Hallows."

Harry sat up straight involuntarily, his eyes sparkling. "Did you see your ancestors? And my ancestors? And what the hell is going on with the Deathly Hallows?" Anyone would be as interested as he was in this legendary secret, let alone this closely related to their goals.

Seeing his expression, Voldemort knew that he had completely succeeded, and silently checked his tactics in his heart.But he didn't show it. Instead, he began to talk about his ghost life in the Middle Ages with a very calm attitude, and at the same time he hypnotized Harry without any trace.This can still be done, because it is really not harmful.They are making good progress now and cannot be ruined this night.There is still a lot of time...

Due to this hidden reason, when Harry opened his eyes again, it was already broad daylight.He blinked, and blinked again, before realizing that he seemed to have fallen asleep without finishing listening to it last night.It turns out that Voldemort is good at telling bedtime stories?He thought about it wildly, and then felt that Voldemort must have also sensed that their topic was likely to lead to a bad result, so he deliberately sidetracked... but the result was not bad?

Harry searched for his glasses as he thought about it, and found it on the bedside table.Then he remembered that he hadn't taken off his glasses at all last night, so Voldemort had put them on for him again?When he thought of this, he finally realized what was wrong - where was Voldemort?

Before Harry made the move to lift the quilt to look for it, there was already a faint voice that sounded familiar: "Congratulations, the first night's loophole was caught well."

"...Death?" Harry's hand stopped in mid-air, feeling that nothing good would happen next, although this sentence also affirmed the success of their first school year.

"Who else but me?" The voice paused, and then said, "Oh, what a pity, you were supposed to wake up before he changed back. Looks like you're going to see one of you strangle the other." One, we have to wait for another year." The voice seemed to be extremely disappointed. "Please tell Tom Riddle that this method of cheating is not allowed in the future. Because the second grade requires the same grade, and at least one genuine kiss."

Harry was stunned for a moment.Was Voldemort's conjecture in the right direction?Otherwise, why did he hear a gnashing of teeth on the "genuine goods"?He was stunned for a long time before he thought of another question: "Can't you just tell Voldemort this?"

But no reply.The god of death always seems to disappear within a very eloquent time period, or in fact the other party is waiting in a corner to see him make a fool of himself.

Harry felt his head go numb.It looked like Voldemort must have used a sleeping spell or something on him last night, otherwise Reaper wouldn't have said they were cheating.But this request... this... Forget it, let's find out Voldemort before it counts, right?

As a result, Harry turned from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, but he didn't see a diary that he was so familiar with.And he didn't find nothing, because he found another very suspicious item, something that shouldn't be on his bed-a thick gold ring with a black diamond-shaped gemstone.