[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Unlike the other professors, Lockhart was apparently excluded from the faculty circle, and was kept in the dark, like the students, into believing that the slough was an unknown person's joke.The result of his analysis is that from Harry's broom to the snake slough in the Forbidden Forest, it is one of his admirers who wants to attract his attention, because he is always willing to help others solve problems; of course, this is a piece of cake, He didn't mind it himself, but he didn't recommend it.

"This kind of joke isn't funny, is it?" said Lockhart, with a look of regret, but then instant confidence. "But of course, I'm sure I'll catch him, it's just a matter of time! But until then, I think we all need a boost!"

So on Valentine's morning, Harry wasn't surprised when he arrived at the Great Hall and saw the walls covered in bright pink flowers.Lockhart really couldn't rest for a moment, he had found that out.And although Lockhart said that he could solve Harry's problem, after Harry almost fell off the broom, he never tried to put Harry's shoulders on Harry's shoulders and drag him to the office—because So Harry felt that Dobby had probably done a good thing in this regard.

But everyone else's attention was drawn to it.When Harry sat down, he saw both Ron and Hermione looking disgusted. "What's going on?" He felt he should express his confusion appropriately.

Before the two could answer, Lockhart on the teacher's seat had already spoken.He loudly wished everyone a happy Valentine's Day, enthusiastically promoted Snape's Ecstasy, Flitwick's enchantment, and finally introduced his twelve dwarfs.The dwarves all have golden wings, harps on their backs, and gloomy faces. It is more suitable to report a funeral than a confession.

"Does anyone really express love that way?" Ron said in disbelief before Lockhart could finish. "If I encounter such a confession, I will definitely not want to agree to that person."

Although Hermione didn't think this approach would work either, she clearly felt that there was another aspect that Ron needed to pay attention to. "Did you know someone would send you a greeting card?"

Ron flushed. "Of course I wasn't," he said, "but Harry sure did—and seeing how much Colin admired him, it wouldn't be out of the question to drop one, would it?"

He meant something, because he had said that Hermione was as big a fan of Harry as Colin was.But Hermione didn't react in particular, she just gave him a blank look. "Colin wouldn't do that," she said firmly. "Worship and liking are two different things!"

"Oh, you're not denying admirers." Ron winked at her, then said, "Harry, what do you think of your new fans?"

"Huh?" Harry was working on his portion of bacon, mouth stuffed.Then he swallowed it with difficulty before he could speak. "Never mind, Hermione, Ron was just a joke. I agree with Ron on the greeting card though. I'd probably just want to die if I got a gift like that." He raised his voice slightly, okay Let those around you hear it.Because the previous conversation between Ron and Hermione reminded Harry that Ginny had done this kind of thing before, and the consequence was that he was mocked by Malfoy with a sentence like "Your eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad". moon.If Ginny knew his attitude, I'm afraid she wouldn't have done it, right?

Ron raised an eyebrow at Hermione triumphantly.And Hermione didn't speak, just looked at Harry with a thoughtful expression.

The rest of the day was normal.Harry was thankful that he wasn't one of them, although the teachers had been annoyed by the dwarfs flying around the classrooms and corridors all the time passing cards.Looks like what he said this morning worked, doesn't it?Great, another big trouble out of the way, he thought.

But when it was time to do his homework at night, Harry realized that he was too happy.I don't know who put a letter in his schoolbag, and it was the pink color that gave him a headache when he saw it now.Ron was still sitting next to him, and he decisively pretended not to see it, and just took out the book.

It's just that Harry had a hard time concentrating for the rest of the time.It must have been from Ginny, no doubt about it.On the one hand, he thought, this proved that he had done a good job and hadn't changed much history; on the other hand, he didn't know what to do with the letter.agree?refuse?ignore it?Keep pretending you didn't find out?It seems that neither of them is the type he is good at.

Shaken by the tossing and turning of thoughts, Harry went upstairs to bed early.When he woke up again, it was still dark.Then he remembered this incident again, and took out the letter from his schoolbag, intending to read it before talking.But as his fingers moved to the wax, he hesitated again.

What's the use of seeing it?Just like in seventh grade, he broke up with Ginny in order to make himself free from worries.But now, he agreed to the conditions of the god of death, and then the god of death promised him that if he succeeded, he would give him back a world where all the regrets he saved would come true.But there is no guarantee of even a living Harry in it, and there is no room for a pair of Harry and Ginny who are still in love.The conclusion is that if he doesn't want to do this kind of thing again this time, there is no need to read this letter at all, because this kind of behavior is likely to make him recall some of the past, so that he is too soft-hearted to move forward.

Harry's hands tightened.He found out why he hesitated, because he had subconsciously realized that rejection was the best option, and he couldn't bear to make Ginny sad.He stared at the letter in his hand, feeling in a dilemma.

"You are such a noble and good man." The voice in the darkness was particularly clear.

Harry didn't want to ask "why are you still awake" questions now.He was silent, and after a while he asked, "Are you good at this kind of thing?" Since the other party was already awake, all his thoughts just now might be known.

"You mean, how to politely refuse someone?" Voldemort's voice was a little playful. "That's natural, and I can't be more proficient. I just thought that what I saw would be an ecstatic savior?"

Harry rolled his eyes at him in the dark, regardless of whether the ring could be seen or not. "Stop talking unnecessary nonsense."

"Could it be that in your ears, only the words of refusal are the most beautiful?" Voldemort said with a little exaggeration, but immediately restrained himself. "I can't teach you this. When you repent later, I will be charged with another crime."

Harry was really rolling his eyes this time.I don't know who killed people without blinking an eye, and I don't know who provided various ways to create vicious events before?If these were nothing, was it a big mistake to teach him how to politely reject Ginny? "I'm not in the mood to play around with you right now," he urged, "hurry up and talk."

Voldemort's tone finally became a little more serious. "You think I don't know you're telling the truth?" he said, "but I'm also telling the truth." Although he had dozens, if not a hundred, ways to fix this, and he wanted to fix it badly, Right now it just can't be said - the exact description is, can't be said directly.

"...Why?" Harry didn't know what the other party was planning, so he couldn't help being surprised.If he is not mistaken, although Ginny still gave him a greeting card, but there was no incident against Quirrell Voldemort that should have happened last year (now everyone does not know that he did it), that level should be just a general expectation That's all, it's a good time to say no. "It's just a few words! It won't do anyone any harm!"

But that might have hidden dangers for me, Voldemort thought.You know he has endured it all day today, since Harry entered the auditorium.And he figured Ginny wouldn't give up this time either, and he was annoyed at the idea that Harry might get another card from his old lover.

Why is this?He shouldn't be jealous of that, should he?You know, when he was a student at Hogwarts, the Valentine's Day gifts he received were not in pieces, but in piles.There's no reason for him to be jealous of that so-called greeting card that's poor, vulgar, low-quality, and badly written, right?

So why on earth did he not want to see this happen?

Voldemort was vaguely aware of an answer, though he didn't want to admit it.He felt that he needed time to think about this matter again, but it was impossible for him to let people succeed first during this period. "There's no reason," he resolutely denied, "it's just that I don't like it, that's all."

Harry became more suspicious.Logically speaking, Voldemort could risk being discovered to save him, so why insist on this trivial matter?Moreover, in terms of general objection, shouldn't Voldemort treat him as dispensable as when he agreed to Kreacher's request?When did Voldemort refuse with such a direct sentence? "You said that in exactly the same tone as I said 'no' to Professor Dumbledore," he remarked bitterly.

"It's a pity you guessed wrong this time, but I'm telling the truth," said Voldemort.If his feelings of jealousy are real, it means that the less he can interfere with Harry's emotional affairs, the better - he is beginning to realize that this is not an aspect of him that is what he says, and cannot be precisely controlled .It was only a vague feeling to him now, but he felt he should.No matter what it was, this time he had to figure things out before making a decision.

But Harry was clearly unimpressed. "Come on, there must be something you don't want to tell me." He said, and then he thought of an example, "For example, last time, Nagini knew that you disappeared, and you just said to me, you just passed by Take a trip to the Middle Ages!" Can suspected death and travel be confused?

"Ah, I'm glad you mentioned that," said Voldemort, with what seemed to be a smile in his voice. "You reminded me that time you almost strangled me."

"When did it happen?" Harry's attention was completely diverted, and he argued, "I didn't at all! The fact is that you woke me up, okay?"

"Suppression? How do I suppress it? Is it like this?" In the last sentence, Voldemort's voice almost rang in Harry's ear.

"You..." Harry was horrified to realize that in just a few words, he was actually pressed against the edge of the bed.The two hands were opened and fixed, and the same was true for the legs, and there was a cold touch from the fixed place. "What are you doing?" He now knew why Voldemort's voice sounded so close, because what seemed to be a hand held the back of his head, keeping him from leaning forward.

"It's just a word, don't be nervous." Voldemort was really smiling this time, obviously very satisfied with Harry's reaction. "Think about it, can the diary do this at that time? And before I moved, you were already awake."

Harry found it difficult to keep his mind functioning in this position, but he managed to pull himself together eventually.Voldemort said he didn't move, that is to say, he was sleeping with the diary in his arms, and when Voldemort turned into a human form, it happened...?With a swipe, his face was completely red.