[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry was actually taken aback by Lockhart.Because he was doing something that could only be known to two people, and the hand on the shoulder clearly couldn't have come from Voldemort.Fortunately, he still held his wand tightly, and it would be embarrassing if it fell through his clothes.

But apparently he wasn't the only one who was frightened.The very next second Harry was rejoicing, there was a loud bang that shook the world.He looked aside and saw that it was Ginny who had dropped the cauldron in her hand.Old books fell all over the floor, and one fell on his foot.It didn't feel very good, and Harry grinned for a moment, but his first instinct was to help Ginny pick up the book.It's just that he couldn't bend over - he was held tightly by a seemingly relaxed hand.

"What's the matter, Ginny?" The voice also interrupted Mrs. Weasley's reprimand to Mr. Weasley.She rushed over in a panic, her chubby body was not easy to move in the crowd.

The little girl looked panic-stricken, completely afraid to look directly at Harry and Lockhart. "No, it's okay, mom..." She squatted down to pack her things, her movements were obviously in a hurry.

A look of distaste flashed across Lockhart's face for a moment, but he concealed it well.He saw it, he had been waiting for the reporter from the Daily Prophet to come up, and the little girl was clearly sensitive to flashlights—or to the name of the Savior. "Come on, Harry, this side, this side has a better background." He turned his head and showed the same bright smile as before, trying to bring Harry to the table where he held the press conference.

But Harry didn't move a muscle.He wrenched Lockhart's hand away and joined the crowd helping Ginny pick up the book.But he was late after all, so he only picked up one copy.But that was enough for Ginny, who blushed like an evening glow when she took the book Harry handed her. "Thank you," her voice was almost drowned out by the background sound of the bookstore, "and I'm sorry."

Harry froze for a moment, then thought that the other party must have seen him being hit, and couldn't help grinning.He would be more happy to pick up a book than to be made headlines by Lockhatra.

"She has her head down, and she can't see it even if you laugh."

In the noisy voice, Harry caught this sentence accurately.Then he realized, of course, because the voice was in his head. "Are you finally willing to speak?" He followed immediately.Although he feels that the timing is inappropriate now, it's a good thing if his teammates are willing to fight coldly.

Voldemort responded with a snort of contempt.Just as Harry was about to say something again, he felt that hand reach up again, and a voice said: "...Oh, the Savior is such a good boy who helps others. I think everyone must be very interested in why Harry Appearing here? It must be because of..."

Lockhart said as he tried to draw Harry to him again, looking eager to leave the reporter with an intimate photo that would make the front page.But Harry slipped away without a trace, and exclaimed, "Thank you, but I'm not the savior!" Liars stand together!

There were already a lot of Lockhart's fans gathered in the bookstore, as well as students and parents who bought books. In addition to the quarrel between Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy just now, the crowd did not disperse at all.Now Harry raised his voice a little, and everyone heard it, and everyone was very surprised.

Lockhart stood where he was, his hands frozen, his face looking like he was trying to put on his trademark big smile, but he really didn't understand.For the sake of his own reputation, he has dealt with various emergencies many times, but none of them made him so rounded. "Harry?" he said, a little confused, "but everyone knows that you are the only one who survived the Avada Kedavra curse, and you defeated..."

"It wasn't me who defeated Voldemort, it was my parents." Harry said firmly. "Do you really think a baby can do anything to a powerful wizard?"

As soon as Voldemort's name came out, everyone froze in place.Their faces turned white in an instant, cold sweat broke out, and they basically stared at Harry with their mouths gaping.Voldemort's name is a taboo, not to mention publicly, even in private discussions, they basically use "that person" instead.But Harry said it without hesitation, without changing his face or tone.And then there was the truth about that night, the truth that everyone wanted to know - had Harry just said it?

Of course, most people were only aware of the first point at the time.In their eyes, this undoubtedly confirmed the inference that Harry was the savior.

Harry himself soon realized this.He only wanted to get rid of Lockhart, but he accidentally told the truth—fortunately, he didn't tell about the Horcrux.But it was obviously inappropriate to stay in the bookstore at this time, he nodded decisively to Hermione and Ron, whose faces were completely pale, and then went out.

"Another stealthy thing, huh?" Voldemort said on the back as soon as Harry was out the door. "Well, I have to say it's great, I'm almost moved by your noble sentiments..."

"Shut up!" Harry was in no mood to argue with him about this. "I just told the truth!"

Voldemort's voice paused.And then he had to admit that, aside from the fact that the time and place were beyond his imagination--in fact, the whole thing was beyond his expectations--Harry was telling the truth, and he didn't find it so difficult accept.The latter is the odd thing, isn't it? "Okay, let's not consider your motives for now." He quickly changed his tone, which was usual tactful, "But how are you going to deal with the next thing? A headline that can't escape; and then, wait People come to their senses and they keep asking you for details about that night—"

"Things? I saw it in the library." Harry said without thinking. "As for the details, they're expecting a little over a year old baby to talk about the details?" He felt that Lockhart wanted to use his identity - because his parents died in the fight against Voldemort, but he survived - hype. He was so angry that the reason was almost on his lips, and he just opened his mouth.He didn't know anything the previous time, but not this time!

Voldemort obviously didn't expect him to react so quickly this time, and it was almost a perfect solution. "So Gryffindor is a bit quick-witted." He was a little surprised, but quickly covered it up. "Anyway, things are pretty much perfect today—if you don't end up being scared by that idiot."

The familiar mocking tone awakened another memory in Harry. "Don't talk about me," he said angrily, "tell me something about yourself - if there is a time when you don't want to talk, please, directly, tell me in advance, okay? Don't let me talk stupidly to the air alone !"

Voldemort rarely choked for words.He had to admit that he really thought that Harry had nothing left for Ginny; it was the same when he was at the Weasleys' house, he was so angry that he was going crazy, and for a while he thought about strangling Harry to death; But judging from what Harry said today, the other party is no longer the rash and reckless savior he once knew.When Ginny said he was sorry, he still firmly insisted on his previous opinion - but the next second, Harry himself completely overturned his guess.

Admit that he is not a savior, just a normal person.

If others might suspect that Harry was putting on a show, that definitely doesn't include his nemesis Voldemort.Because Harry hadn't been using Occlumency all the time, what happened just now was what he wanted to do to him, and he didn't think it was a big deal, so Voldemort knew very well that Harry really thought so.This made him unable to find a single point of criticism, and finally he could only say: "You have no air in your head."

"... huh?" Harry waited for his reply and couldn't help but suspect that he had heard it wrong.Isn't his "speaking to the air" just a way to vent?Could it be that Voldemort really didn't understand?In other words, did Voldemort just answer him a bad joke? "You should learn from Fred George in that respect," he said forcefully, feeling sure that Voldemort hadn't listened to him. "It's not funny at all."

Sensing his thoughts, Voldemort thought, he hadn't meant to tell a joke either.Just as he's starting to realize what the truth is, he's also starting to really get to know a savior he never imagined -- oh no, a boy named Harry Potter.But whether it is the former point or the latter point, it is not something a Dark Lord would say.

Harry started strolling outside, he had no desire to go back to the bookstore.He hasn't bought his textbooks yet, but he wants to go back tonight and place an order with an owl, or have the bookstore mail it directly to Hogwarts.However, he thought that Lockhart's books were all cheating money, and immediately those few Galleons didn't want to spend them.

But he didn't last long alone.The Weasley family came out of the bookstore very quickly. Mrs. Weasley's eyes were red, and she had completely lost the momentum that she had taught Mr. Weasley just now. When she saw Harry, she hugged him tightly.

Harry could probably guess why she was doing this, but he was really strangled right now.Several boys rushed to save him from his mother, and the expressions on their faces were no longer the panic they had just been.

"Dude, you're so handsome! You're so cool!" George complimented him.

"Yeah, I heard just now, that reporter seems to want to publish your story!" Fred said.

"That's not something to celebrate." It was Hermione who said finally.Her eyes were a bit red too, but she looked much better than Mrs Weasley.

The three boys of the Weasley family had always had a problem with Hermione's gossip, but they rarely shut up at this time.Mr. Weasley glanced at them, but said nothing.And Harry was grateful for what Hermione had said.He still doesn't know that this matter is far from over.