[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Ron and Hermione didn't ask in detail what Harry left behind, which made Harry a little guilty.But it seems that this matter cannot be changed for a long time, so he can only say to himself, no matter what, he must treat his friends well.

As for Malfoy, apart from staying away from the Forbidden Forest and becoming taciturn, there was nothing unusual in the next month.Based on this, Harry speculated that he probably really only knew about a diary.Dumbledore obviously saw this too, and he simply let go in Hagrid's hut.How Mr. Malfoy reacted, Harry was very interested, but he didn't know - because Mr. Malfoy's reaction had not yet affected Hogwarts.

In the end it was himself.Harry knew that Voldemort's power was returning, and he had no doubt that Voldemort could not stay safe any longer.But he believed that as long as Voldemort had a little normal thinking, he should know not to let him explode.This is absolutely nonsense for Voldemort in the past, but it still seems possible now.Knowing that they are together almost all the time now, it is difficult to do something without being noticed by him.Moreover, there is a mandatory mutual restraint relationship between them. If Voldemort doesn't want to kill himself, he knows to restrain himself.In other words, options such as restarting the reign of white terror and even war, and the dark rule of the Muggle world are not within his tolerable range, and will not be within Voldemort's executable range.

Perhaps, Harry now felt, Reaper had anticipated this development and added adjectives such as 'beautiful' and 'peaceful'.Although he was still resistant to a kiss, it was not a matter of his willpower.But no matter what, it's finally the second year, and it will pass after a little persistence...

In thinking this way, Harry resolutely prevented himself from thinking about what Reaper might ask for in his third year.

After entering the summer, the days passed quickly.After months of nothing strange and unexplainable happening, everyone's nerves were relaxed.This made Lockhart even more pompous, saying it was all due to what he had taught that admirer (Voldemort wanted Avada for him), reassuring everyone.Professor Dumbledore didn't know what he was up to, Harry often didn't see him at the dinner table.

"It's just useless work," said Voldemort, yawning, "but I will say that exercise is good for the health of the elderly."

If he wasn't a ring, Harry would have wanted to punch him, knowing that it would be useless.What can Dumbledore be busy with now?Definitely waiting to see how Mr. Malfoy reacts to the basilisk. "Can't you just shut up?" he said angrily.

"Okay, as you wish." Voldemort agreed with rare ease.Harry had helped him get the diadem from the Room of Requirement, and he was in a good mood now.

Harry was almost helpless.He had a feeling now that instead of saying that Voldemort was repaying Dumbledore with endless hostility, it was better to say that Voldemort was just trying to stimulate him to change his face. "Are you too bored?"

"Do you think I have anything to do?" Voldemort asked him back, no doubt acknowledging that he had nothing to do to tease Harry.

"..." Harry didn't want to say anything.

In this atmosphere, the final exam is approaching.Thinking that the scheduled second night would come before the exam, Harry lay with his eyes open all night.As a result, nothing happened.This led to him yawning on the first day of finals and the next few days.

"What does Reaper mean?" Harry said angrily in his mind during the last Transfiguration exam. "The exams are over! He won't want me to do that in the last Quidditch match." Right?" Although the things that Dobby and Voldemort did have become unsolved cases, no one was harmed (not counting the time he was saved by Voldemort), and Quidditch did not stop because of it.Gryffindor has already won two games, and if they win the last game, they can get their second Quidditch silver cup.

Voldemort was much calmer than he was. "Don't forget, the god of death is only talking about the end of the term." He reminded, "It is also a certain day at the end of the term."

"One day!" Harry said unhappily, "He wants me to get a worse grade in the exam and just say so! Can't it be like the first time, fix it earlier and finish it sooner?"

"...Solve it sooner and finish it sooner?" Voldemort repeated, speaking a little slowly. "Is that what you think?"

Harry inexplicably heard a sense of danger, but he still didn't know what attitude Voldemort had towards it. "Don't you?" he asked rhetorically, "don't tell me you're expecting—oh, yes, of course you're expecting, you're expecting a new way of pissing me off?"

"...what?" Voldemort rarely used the word. "So you are this..." Then he cut off his own words, and his tone became the usual smooth tone: "This is a brand new understanding. If you think so, I can probably help you realize it. "

"You—!" Harry growled.Usually, when Voldemort didn't say anything, he would come up with all kinds of bad ideas. If he really said that, wouldn't he be unable to eat and walk around? "Don't be kidding me," he warned. "You don't want to fail, do you? That's the crux of the year."

"Of course not," replied Voldemort. "I must say, I like how you described it."

Harry was bewildered.He felt that Voldemort's speech was becoming more and more incomprehensible-at first it was completely incomprehensible, then it became normal, and now it began to develop in some unknown direction.He didn't say anything special just now, did he? "You'd better explain what you just said," he said, otherwise he would always have a bad feeling.

But Voldemort didn't answer him.Harry had been paying attention to the voices in his head, not so much to the movements of his hands.Then Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted him: "Mr. Potter! Stop!"

Harry regained consciousness and found himself standing among a large pile of snow-white rabbit fur slippers.This link was to turn two white rabbits into a pair of slippers, and he obviously became too much.He flicked his wand quickly, and wiped out all the extra points before Professor McGonagall could deduct points from him.

Other than that, the rest of the exam went well.After passing the last test, the three of Harry left the castle and lay down by the lake to enjoy the golden sunset.

"Good job, Harry," said Hermione. "You've settled the matter, and I don't think Professor McGonagall will deduct points from you."

Ron didn't want to talk about it at all after the exam, and he doesn't want to talk about it now. "Oh, come on, Professor McGonagall won't deduct your points, Hermione. But forget about the exam until we get ours, okay?"

Hermione ignored him and continued to ask Harry: "Have you not slept well recently? Is this why you have added more slippers?"

Harry lay in a large font on the grass, drowsy.Hearing Hermione's guess, he subconsciously nodded.

Ron leaned his head forward to study Harry's face from above. "Scared by the basilisk? It's not like it. It's been so long. But then again," he mused, "The problem of the secret room is solved like this? I didn't sleep well in the few days I just found out."

"I think the basilisk probably isn't at Hogwarts anymore." Hermione lowered her voice and said to the point. "Otherwise, it would be impossible to have no news until now. You must know that it is a big thing, and if you want to hide it safely, unless you close the secret room again."

The expression on Ron's face became indescribable.After a while, he said: "Either it is gone? Or is it locked up? I still hope it is gone, otherwise who knows when it will come out again?"

"It's okay, there are only a few days left in this semester." Hermione comforted him, "I believe that during the summer vacation, Professor Dumbledore will definitely conduct a comprehensive inspection of the castle."

"Yeah, first Harry fell off the broom for no apparent reason," said Ron, beginning to snap his fingers, "and then there was the acromantula, the basilisk. Lockhart better really fix those problems and catch his so-called admirers."

Harry's mind cleared up a little.A question came to his mind, this time their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed to have survived that one-year curse?Or is Lockhart sure to have an accident in the remaining days?

"I heard he went," said Hermione, who was finally able to talk about the man comfortably now. "When I went to ask Professor Flitwick a question, I heard other people in the teachers' common room say, Lo Hart left Hogwarts early after the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, and before he left, he said confidently that everyone should wait for him, and he would find that person."

Harry and Ron snorted in unison, expressing their disbelief.Harry knew the inside story, because Voldemort put the snake slough in the Forbidden Forest, and Voldemort was still with him; Lockhart had left Hogwarts, so of course it was impossible to catch Voldemort.According to what he knew about Lockhart, he felt that the other party had escaped—but then again, what was worth running away this time?

Ron's guesses were not much better than his. "He must have realized he was totally unfit for the position, so he ran away," he snorted. "Personally, I really hope he never comes back."

Although this guess is a bit far-fetched, Harry believes that it is not impossible.He accepted the answer, and narrowed his eyes again.The evening wind was blowing, and the conversation with Ron and Hermione beside him became a lullaby.He dozed off, and when he awoke he completely forgot about Lockhart and went back to dinner with two friends.

After the exam, it's time to decide the Quidditch Cup.The Gryffindor Quidditch team won the first two seasons, and the opponent in the last game was Ravenclaw.Though Harry had other things on his mind as he rode into the air on the broom, he soon left them as far behind him as the Bludgers.This allowed him to perform well in the game, and the time to catch the Golden Snitch was very short——

"3 minutes! Harry!" Wood said beamingly, "Hurry up, and you can go to the world competition! You can achieve it, can't you, Harry?"

They had just landed, and the Gryffindors couldn't wait to give Harry a hug, making his hair look messier than the wind had blown it. "No, Oliver, you're too flattering..."

Before he could finish, George's voice overshadowed him: "Everyone! Celebration! Until night! Old place!"

Fred chimed in: "Grilled sausages! Honey pie! Butterbeer! Let's party! Harry, you're our hero! Second time!"

Harry was pushed forward by a group of excited Gryffindors, totally incapable of himself.And the truth is, as the twin brothers expected, the common room didn't calm down until almost midnight.He was poured a lot of beer, and when he walked up the stairs of the dormitory, he was top-heavy, with one foot deep and the other shallow.And when he lay on his own bed, he discovered the problem when he found that his legs could not be straightened properly - a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes was sitting on the bed, holding his hands and looking at him.