[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry slept comfortably that night.When he opened his eyes, he just felt refreshed.What made him feel even better was that the person he saw leaning against the bed dozing at the first sight was familiar to him. "Sirius?"

Although Harry's voice was very soft, the latter woke up immediately.Seeing Harry try to sit up, he stood up quickly to help. "Oh, Harry. Great, you're all right."

"I'm fine." Harry leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the faint dark circles under his godfather's eyes, thinking that the other party might have watched over him most of the night. "When did you come?" He asked, "If I had known you were coming, I would not have taken the medicine so early."

"Last night." Sirius hesitated before answering, and sat down next to him again, with a smile on his face. "But you'd better rest."

"Did Professor Dumbledore inform you?" Harry deliberately asked a question with an obvious answer.In fact, he wanted to ask Dumbledore if he had found anything, but he had to take his time.

Hearing this sentence, Sirius' expression was slightly stiff, but he quickly covered it up. "Yes."

Harry could see that something was wrong with him. "What's wrong?" he asked, thinking something must have happened while he was asleep.

Sirius stared at him fixedly, with distress and anger flashing in his eyes.Then he patted Harry's head, "You are still young, leave these matters to us." But when he said this, his tone had already loosened a bit.

"What's the matter?" Harry felt that he couldn't stand this hesitant state. "What did Professor Dumbledore say? About Lockhart? What happened yesterday?" He asked like a cannonball.

Sirius still looked at him, and let out a heavy breath. "Actually I was here yesterday," he admitted, "just been in the headmaster's office. Lockhart was there too." At the mention of the name his eyes lit up.

Harry heard what he most wanted to hear right now. "I hear he doesn't seem to have any idea why this happened?"

Sirius was visibly angrier. "Of course he doesn't know anything! How foolish a wizard is to count on the words of a Muggle to become famous!"

"What Muggles?" Harry thought he was about to get to the deeper details of the matter.

"Just a Muggle, according to Lockhart, his supporter," said Sirius angrily. "He received a letter from this man before the summer vacation, saying that he admired him; and he had The clue of the snake slough, I believe that after telling him face to face, he will be able to find the person who made trouble in the dark."

Harry suddenly remembered something.At the end of last school year, he had indeed heard what Hermione said: Lockhart left Hogwarts in a hurry, and before leaving, he said that he would solve all the weird things that happened in the second year.Looks like it's about that time, and he'll be dying to get a letter like that - because it's definitely a big shot at fame, and even Dumbledore can't handle it...

But there are too many problems here.Harry frowned, and asked: "He doesn't doubt it, how does a Muggle know what happened in Hogwarts? Moreover, why would he believe that Muggles can know secrets that even wizards don't know? "

"So I said, I've never met such a stupid person." Sirius agreed with Harry on this point, his tone worse. "Anyway, Lockhart believed him and agreed to his request." His eyes fell on Harry's face, "I will exchange your blood and a magic spell for all the secrets behind this. Lockhart said that if you succeed If it hadn't, it would surely have written several books." He gave a short, sardonic laugh.

Harry caught an important point in his words. "My blood?" He finally understood the purpose of this matter, but he didn't seem to understand it that much. "What does he want my blood for?"

"Yeah, Dumbledore asked the same question. But Lockhart couldn't tell, because the man only told him to get this. Besides, he didn't even know the magic that was said to be very simple!" Sirius became more and more angry .It was one thing to think about his godson, but he couldn't find any reason in the end; if he couldn't find it, he couldn't solve it, which made him annoyed.

Harry nodded helplessly. "He only thought about his book. Besides, the other party was a Muggle, so he lowered his vigilance. But the general thinking should be that a wizard ordered this Muggle?" Which Muggle would specify that he blood?Only people in the wizarding world know about a savior or something.

Sirius gave him an approving look. "We all thought so. But Lockhart couldn't find the Muggle, so he had to wait for him to find him. Obviously, the wizard who ordered him was very cautious."

"So Lockhart has to keep it." Harry concluded along with the sentence, and then saw Sirius' expression turn sour again.He instantly understood why his godfather's expression was so bad at the beginning—because the culprit hadn't been taught a lesson yet—and he couldn't help feeling warm. "Waiting for the person looking for him to come to the door again."

"Yeah," said Sirius unhappily. "You didn't see Lockhart's expression at that time..."

He didn't go on, but Harry almost figured it out.Sirius must have wanted to give Lockhart a few slaps, and Lockhart escaped unharmed for this reason.This kind of concern touched him, and he didn't want to make Sirius unhappy by mentioning it again. "Then I don't think that wizard hiding in the dark is a smart person. Think about it, although he found someone who can enter Hogwarts, this person can do nothing but bad things and boast."

This made Sirius smile a little.Although Harry was fine, this incident was definitely a first-class teaching accident in his eyes, and someone had to be responsible for it.You know, it's okay this time, so will you be so lucky next time?

Harry tried harder to belittle the now-unknown wizard. "Also, that water monster must have been brought in by the guy behind it. He could do this, but he chose the wrong person!"

Sirius finally looked a little better. "Yeah," he agreed, "that's true. But it was Lockhart who screwed up this. They told him to use the Kabbah first, and then the kelpie. It turned out that he made his own decision and felt that the two were incompatible with each other. Together it will definitely increase the success rate, so I used them all at once. You were lucky not to encounter them at that time, because they were all attracted by the water monster's blood."

Harry was a little dazed.He hasn't heard of Kabbah?Then he immediately understood why, and it was Voldemort who solved it again.The other party must know that Kabbah is bloodthirsty, which is why he made such a big commotion.The other party didn't tell him about it immediately!This is really... His mood suddenly became complicated.

However, his expression was clearly interpreted by Sirius as fear. "But it's gone now. Dumbledore had someone clean up the Black Lake overnight, and dealt with the water monsters and Kabbah inside. You don't have to worry about this in the future."

Harry forced himself to turn his thoughts away from "how much Voldemort had helped him". "How long will it take for that person to contact Lockhart?" he asked. "Wouldn't it be faster if I were willing to give him my blood?"

He suggested that to lure a snake out of its hole, but Sirius' face immediately turned into the worst expression ever. "No, Harry!" He objected strongly, "Do you know what the other party is using your blood for? What if the magic behind is related to your blood? A lot of black magic requires a certain part of the human body , It is very dangerous for you to do this! You are using yourself as bait, I absolutely disagree!"

Harry stared at him dumbfounded.He originally brought it up just because he thought of it, but what he didn't expect was the fierce backlash from Sirius.But Sirius reminded him that if his blood was meant to be used in a certain magic...then he knew only one, the resurrection magic for Voldemort to get his body.But this is still wrong!Voldemort is already able to transform into a physical body, he just saw it yesterday!

As if taking his thinking for intimidation, Sirius softened his tone. "It's brave of you to say that, Harry. But you're only 13, and I can't let you take risks at that age. I haven't been able to take good care of you before, and if I can't now... I won't know How to face James." When talking about James, his voice lowered, appearing to be very painful and guilty.

Although Harry didn't think it was a big deal for him to take out a drop of blood, but seeing his godfather's expression, he couldn't say a word like that.He opened his mouth, feeling that it was inappropriate to say anything at this time, so he could only hug his godfather in the end.He himself knew what he was about, and he wasn't afraid to fight; but he was still a child in Sirius' eyes and needed protection.This feeling made his eyes sore, and he almost shed tears.

The version that should have been told to Harry was that Lockhart was being stupid, and now Sirius had said it all.As a result of the final coordination, Harry promised never to risk himself, and never mentioned this method in front of anyone else.What he didn't know was that Sirius was determined not to tell Dumbledore about Harry's suggestion, even if the Order of the Phoenix couldn't find any clues.After Harry fell back to sleep, Sirius watched him for a few more minutes before getting up to leave the hospital hospital.

But Harry wasn't actually asleep.He got enough information, of course calling Voldemort at this point. "Can you guess who it is now?" Although he didn't know what a drop of his blood could do, surely Voldemort knew much better than he did?

"Tell you later, so that you can give Lockhart his own blood, and then catch the man behind the scenes?" Voldemort didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

Inexplicably, Harry felt that this sentence was similar to what Sirius said just now, but he didn't think deeply about it.Since Voldemort said that, he must have a goal? "You must know, right? Tell me!" he urged.

Voldemort snorted coldly. "It's useless to tell you, he won't be coming to Hogwarts. Leave this to the Order of the Phoenix, maybe they can find some clues, if they're smart enough."

"How do you know he won't come?" Harry asked sensitively. "And, 'he'? Sure enough, you know who it is!"

"Yes, I do know." Voldemort broke the truth directly. "But I won't tell you."

Harry almost jumped out of bed. "Why?" he demanded, "is he from your side?" If it wasn't Voldemort's protection, why couldn't he tell him?

But Voldemort firmly denied it. "No," he said cleanly, "but if I say no, there's no other way. By the way, I think you'd better stay in school."

Harry held his breath in his throat and couldn't get up or down.what happened?One is like this, and two are like this!