[HP] Seven Nights Talk

This caused Harry to be very absent-minded for the rest of his trip to Diagon Alley.Judging by the standards of a child new to the wizarding world, his reaction was undoubtedly too flat.Fortunately, Hagrid had never been a particularly careful person, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Harry, but his impression of Harry was now basically positioned as a shy and introverted little boy.

Harry naturally didn't know what Hagrid was thinking.After shopping for everything else, bumping into Draco Malfoy again at Madam Malkin's Robes, and eating a huge ice cream from Florin's, he was pushed into the last shop by Hagrid— Ollivander's Wand Shop.

There was no one in the narrow lobby.Harry could faintly hear boxes clinking behind him, and guessed he had come earlier this time, so it would take a while for Mr. Ollivander to come out.And at this time, a voice suddenly came from his chest: "Are you planning to suffocate a Dark Lord? This is really a brilliant idea."

Harry found that he couldn't stop the other party from displaying his venomous tongue, so he could only pretend he didn't hear: "Come on, what are you thinking of doing now?" He lowered his voice.But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized the reason: "...the wand?"

Voldemort didn't answer.But Harry guessed he was fully aware by now that Ollivander couldn't have picked out the right wand for a diary - it was definitely beyond his job.But considering what happened in the bar just now, Harry found that he couldn't give Voldemort a sneer (it would be bad if Voldemort was so angry that his magic power ran away), so he continued to say in that very low voice: "Go back and let You come out. Also, I don’t understand what’s going on with you and Quirrell, you’d better explain it to me when you go back.”

Even if Harry couldn't see Voldemort's expression, he could already imagine that the other party must have raised his eyebrows now.In fact, Voldemort's voice was already raised. "Are you sure I'm telling the truth? Or do you believe I'm telling the truth?"

"Half and half." Harry thought for a moment before saying.No matter how much he denied it, or how much Voldemort denied it, they were all on the same boat now, and Voldemort's reaction in the bar just now was completely aware of the danger.He may not know what Voldemort wants to do, but his own goal is absolutely to be achieved.

Voldemort seemed about to snort again, but in the end he didn't.Because of the sound of footsteps coming from the back of the lobby, someone was about to come out.

"Ah, I thought it was time for you to come." Ollivander seemed to recognize Harry at first sight.His eyes were large, but seemed to be covered with a silvery mist. "I seemed to hear voices just now?" He glanced towards the door.

"No, no, it's just me." Harry lied hastily.This is not his forte. If Dumbledore is standing opposite, his lie will definitely be exposed in a moment.

But Ollivander probably just mentioned it casually, or maybe his attention was already on Harry. "I've been waiting for you for many years... as if those yesterdays are still in my eyes..."

Harry endured the same measurements from Ollivander as he endured the automatic measurement of his body with his ruler.He really didn't like to hear people praise him, especially when he hadn't done anything yet - it was his parents who saved him from Voldemort, not him who defeated Voldemort.But it's clear that Ollivander, like most others, is unaware of this.

Since he couldn't directly tell which one his wand was, Harry just stood there and waved his wand over and over again.During this boring process, he thought of the most likely outcome if Quiro really fought the diary (the diary loses, no doubt), and then he had to think of a serious problem: with his Occlumency level, if Dumbledore finds out, will he directly give the diary a...

Harry is now deeply aware that a diary still has a great influence.He weighed the consequences of taking the initiative to tell Dumbledore, and finally decided that he would probably involve more people in a war.On the other hand, he didn't think there would be any particularly good results by angering the god of death-because this approach was completely violating their previous agreement.

A warm feeling came from his fingertips, which brought Harry back to his senses suddenly.He was numb to changing wands, but now he clearly had the right one.He gazed at the golden star emerging from the tip of the staff, and couldn't help but be delighted.

Holly wand, phoenix tail feather core.

"Oh, that's great." Ollivander was obviously looking forward to this scene, and the silver mist on his eyes seemed to be shining. "I knew... this possibility..." He murmured, his empty eyes obviously recalling the past.

But Harry really didn't want to hear any more stories about two wands made from the same phoenix feather.He knew it all too well, and believed Voldemort did too.It only made his current relationship with Voldemort more strained, so he politely brought up another subject: "So, how much is this wand?"

an hour later.

Harry was back at number four, Privet Drive.But instead of going back to his little storage room, he went upstairs to the room that used to be Dudley's toy store.Because Hagrid discovered his residence yesterday, he carried Uncle Vernon and yelled for half an hour angrily, and accidentally blew up half of the fireplace and Uncle Vernon's favorite sofa chair.In the end, when the latter agreed to change Harry to a normal room, the expression on his face would have entered the Guinness World Record for the most unwilling expression, if there was such an award.And the Dursleys were obviously very afraid of Hagrid's words of "I'll come back if Harry isn't satisfied", so they arranged the room very quickly.

Anyway, now Harry could have a somewhat decent nest.He had a new bed, wooden shelves cleaned, and even a whole piece of white roof.Voldemort was satisfied with this, "I think I must change my IQ about giants—that big man knows better than you." He slid out from the hem of Harry's clothes almost the moment Harry closed the door, Immediately there was a change.

Harry couldn't argue with that now.He took a look at his new home, then put the various magic supplies in his hand on the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed by himself. "It's almost time for school to start, and I think we can talk (he sees Voldemort's mouth curling up and changes his words) - we have to talk." He had to be tough, or he'd be led on again.

Voldemort studied the way he folded his arms. "You mean Quirrell? It's okay, I can handle him."

"Fixed?" Harry keenly found out the key word. "What does he really want to do to you? No, it's the soul piece on his body that wants to do something bad to you?" His face became ugly, "Could it be that there are really two..."

"No, no, I think you're totally mistaken." If there were eyes, Voldemort's must be gleam with interest right now. "He thinks he knows me, but I'm not who he thinks I am. You know, I'm pretty good at Occlumency."

Harry thought that last sentence must be a sarcasm, but he was paying attention to other things now. "He thought he knew?" he repeated, and slowly realized the problem. "He thought you were the diary at Malfoy's house!"

"Otherwise, why do you think Quirrell suddenly spoke quickly?" Voldemort didn't answer directly, but his tone clearly confirmed Harry's conjecture.

"You mean, because he recognized you, he directly suppressed Quirrell's consciousness in excitement?" Harry asked in disbelief.In other words, he was talking to the main spirit of Voldemort who came back from the forest in the bar?When he thought of this, he suddenly felt that it was a miracle that he returned to Privet Drive intact.But this is not enough, he continued to deduce: "Then he should feel that old Malfoy is not good at doing things. But this is not his recent goal, his strength is not strong enough..."

Harry suddenly thought of a possibility, and his face turned pale.He clearly remembered that Hermione had told him that split souls could be reunited.If the main soul fuses the diary, then of course he will become stronger. "Don't you tell me that he's more interested in you now than the Philosopher's Stone?"

"That's right." Voldemort's tone remained the same as usual, as if his guard in the bar was Harry's illusion. "But I have to remind you that he is also very interested in how the diary got into your hands."

Harry groaned, and fell onto the bed by his hair.If the main soul really chooses to attack them, then his first-year life is probably full of all kinds of mortal dangers, which are different from the previous mortal dangers.Sure enough, the Grim Reaper was as cunning as in a fairy tale—how could he have thought that the Grim Reaper's goal was simple? !

Voldemort watched his slightly frantic reaction, the smile flickering across his mouth. "A first year of adventure, I thought you should look forward to it, as a Gryffindor." He said falsely.

"I never expected chaos!" Harry glared at him.Although Snape had said something similar, he had never intended to admit it - he had never meant to cause a riot.Then he thought of another thing and pointed to his head: "What if someone sees what I have here? Is it a failure?" His bad Occlumency is basically nothing; even if he himself Not to mention, there is no guarantee that people will see it - of course, the diary in front of me doesn't count.

"Of course. It is said that if we fail three times, we can die together." Voldemort smirked, satisfied to see the savior scratching his hair even more messy. "I don't think you're looking forward to this prospect at all, are you?"

Harry was speechless for a moment. "You should have said something like this earlier!" he said loudly.If he knew there was a time limit, he would have started practicing Occlumency a long time ago!

"I'm waiting for you to see when you can think of it." Voldemort said tactfully.

Harry looked at him now as if he wanted to eat him.This guy definitely did it on purpose, he just didn't tell him until the last month left, and then watched him make a fool of himself!