[HP] Seven Nights Talk

"That's not what happened today." Voldemort answered Harry after he started climbing up the stairs again, and his mood couldn't be heard from his tone.

"So?" Harry didn't care about the exact timing.In his eyes, this is many times more terrifying than Sirius breaking out of prison-Sirius is also trying to catch Peter, but what about the Death Eaters?Can he expect those people not to cause terror and chaos when they come out?And one and many, this gap cannot be bridged.

"So you should believe it once in a while, I have no intention of besieging Hogwarts," said Voldemort.His voice sounded extremely calm, as if he had expected Harry's questioning.

Harry tightened his lips.Voldemort said so, that's what he did, at least he set the bridge. "How did you do it?" he asked again. "You haven't been anywhere all summer!" If there was anything suspicious, it was that he barely saw Nagini, Voldemort's huge pet.But he didn't think that a snake could open the door of Azkaban, so there must be someone else, a particularly dedicated Death Eater...

By the way, Barty Crouch Jr.!

"When did you let him out?" Harry asked abruptly, but his mind was already working.If Voldemort didn't ask him to do this (just thinking about it, he couldn't agree), so it must be Nagini.If it is difficult for Nagini to release the imprisoned Death Eaters alone under the siege of layers of dementors, it is probably not difficult to solve a door in the attic of Crouch's house.And it could carry Voldemort's handwritten message, which would be more useful to Barty Jr. than anything else.

Prison escape cannot be done in an instant, it requires various plans and preparations, and considering the moment when Nagini returns from the Albanian forest-I am afraid that after this year, this matter will already be in Voldemort's hands. It's on the schedule, but he didn't know until now!It took a week for him to know about it!

"I don't think you need an explanation from me," said Voldemort. "Although I didn't say it, you can easily guess it."

"Yeah, easy guess, after half a year has passed!" said Harry angrily, pacing up and down the room.This would be chaos if the general public knew that more than a dozen Death Eaters had escaped from Azkaban.It's pointless to ask Voldemort now about how they escaped, because since he took the time to plan this, he must have released all the people he wanted to release, and will not go to Azkaban, which is on high alert— That is to say, what Voldemort released must be the Death Eaters that he was sure could be used by him—the final result of this matter depends on the intention of Voldemort, the mastermind—

Harry stopped suddenly.He stared back at the still unmoving locket, the candlelight reflecting off its smooth surface. "What do you want? Other than the gold cup you handed to Bellatrix? Either tell the truth or don't."

"If I don't tell you, you have to find out the truth yourself?" Voldemort asked immediately.

Harry didn't answer him, but the determination on his face said it all.

"Then it looks like I can only find something for you to do." Voldemort said finally.He has a lot of things to do, but if he said it in advance, only a small part should be able to get the approval of the savior.Thinking about it this way, it's better not to say it.

Harry took his meaning to a worse level.It wasn't that he subconsciously thought of people as bad, but the miscommunication that had always existed in them; or, more directly, the difference between the Savior and the Dark Lord.Usually this gap is hidden under some trivial things, but at a certain point, such as now, the abyss between them is immediately exposed.He really couldn't understand the point of Voldemort summoning the Death Eaters to fight back or something during a seven-year period in which some weird goals had to be achieved.But Voldemort will definitely not do useless work, so there must be a goal that must be achieved.

But what is that?How will it affect others?What effect does it have on their respective ultimate goals?

"Fine, to be honest," Harry said dryly at last, before slipping quickly into his own bed.He told himself that as long as Voldemort had a semblance of reason, he would know that provoking him would never be a wise choice.But then he realized that perhaps Voldemort had never been one to be pushed around, even if that person was Death.

It made his heart sink.This also means that if Voldemort is to be more effectively prevented from doing something irreversible, he must rely on his own abilities.This matter was not so easy no matter how it looked or how to do it, because Harry now fully understood the difference in strength between them.

Could it be that he helped Voldemort retrieve other Horcruxes before, in fact helping the evildoers?Harry couldn't help thinking about it.But he immediately denied this view, because he was at least a little convinced that with the withdrawal of the Horcruxes, as with the increase in power, Voldemort was indeed becoming more and more rational.This probably directly caused the other party's thoughts to become more and more difficult to understand, as if Dumbledore had never known what Tom wanted to do before.

Harry would like to believe that the other person wouldn't want to repeat the same mistakes, but maybe the word trust didn't exist in their relationship in the first place.He once thought that he had to avenge his parents, but in the end it didn't happen, and instead an outstretched hand; and Voldemort?I'm afraid he just wanted to kill this unknown danger from the very beginning, right?Because his birth predicted his death?

But the situation is different now... Harry retorted in his heart again, now that they were living and dying together, it was impossible for Voldemort to adopt the previous strategy.As long as someone died between them, the matter would be considered a failure, and the god of death would take away the souls of both of them.

Harry suddenly thought of the ultimate solution to this matter - he may not be able to deal with Voldemort, and death has prevented them from killing each other; but killing himself is still no problem, just like when he walked into the Forbidden Forest before .

Like a vicious cycle, he agreed to Death's request in order to break free; however, the current situation tells him that his efforts are likely to be in vain?He will never accept this result!Harry finally made up his mind.Even if Voldemort had the heart to perish together, he still had to pull him back from the brink!

As Harry thought about it, he remembered consciously for the first time Occlumency.Until the tiredness hit, he also remembered to clear his brain before going to sleep.He had had enough of the comparison!He must be using Occlumency every day from now on!

While Harry tossed and turned on the bed, the locket remained silent.But when he finally fell asleep, it suddenly moved.The chain hangs down from the edge of the bedside table, slowly transforming into two long legs.The part above them becomes the waist, chest, hands and head, and a figure sits there.Then he stood up, recognizably a tall, thin youth.He walked over to the edge of the bed, stared at the messy black-haired head with an unfathomable expression, and sat down.The soft bed was slightly sunken, but he didn't care, and neither did the sleeping people.

Voldemort knew Harry all too well.He knew very well what the other party's reaction would be after he said that, so he had expected the sudden disconnection of the soul connection.The savior had clearly made up his mind, and on this point, he never changed.But this is exactly what he wants, and he wants to see such a situation.There are some things he doesn't want to say, and some things he can't say.There were things that Harry probably didn't know yet, things that were best kept from him.Maybe there will be an unfinished final battle between them...

Something warm rubbed against him.This interrupted Voldemort's thoughts.He looked down and saw that Harry, who had been sleeping on the other side, had rolled over and was right next to his waist.As if smelling something familiar, he moved closer until his lips touched Voldemort's hand hanging by his side.Then he tried to wrap Voldemort's whole body into his bed, in a pillow-hugging position.

Getting into the habit of this is not necessary.You know, he is no longer the fragile diary at the beginning.Voldemort thought, but held out a hand for him to hold.He was always at a normal temperature, although Harry's was perhaps a little higher than his, making the hand feel warm to him.

Well, maybe letting him cover isn't such a bad idea.Especially by the next morning, Voldemort could almost imagine the look on Harry's face.He bent down, and a kiss fell lightly on the forehead of the other party. "Sweet dreams, my boy."

When Harry woke up, he first felt something hard sticking to his back, and the next moment he realized that it was the silver chain of the locket hanging down there, and he was putting the locket on his chest. superior.His eyes widened for a moment.This was a ghost, Voldemort couldn't have run to his bed by himself, could it be that he sleepwalked with the locket in his arms?

That's a frightening conclusion.And the more frightening conclusion is that Harry felt the locket was warm, as if his heart was still beating—Harry froze almost instantly.Warm, with a heartbeat?Even his bite could leave marks on the locket, isn't that inevitable?Or before Voldemort wakes up...

"Why do you think that under such circumstances, I can still sleep peacefully?" Voldemort's voice sounded immediately.He really shouldn't have expected the sleeping posture of the savior!Legs are numb!