[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The next few days were uneventful.Except for a few accidental gulps of black water after choking, and an untimely bout of leg cramps, nothing happened to Harry.This finally reassured Dumbledore, Hagrid and others, and they no longer insisted that he only stay in the castle.

But that doesn't mean the matter is over.Harry is not in Grimmauld Place now, so he doesn't know much about the movements of the Order of the Phoenix.Based on his guess, he felt that the Order of the Phoenix would not let the black hand behind Lockhart go, nor would it let go of finding those Death Eaters.Although the situation looks calm now, no one can tell if it is the calm before the storm.

The most obvious manifestation is Sirius.There was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term before Halloween, and he had steadfastly refused to sign Harry's parental consent form.Normally, he's quite adventurous; but it's clear that Harry has been on high alert since he almost got shot at Hogwarts.

"It's not safe out there," Sirius wrote to Harry. "We're looking for that man, and at least you can't go out until you're sure he's not waiting for you in Hogsmeade. I'm sorry we haven't found him yet." clues... Is there anything you want? I'll let the owl bring it to you."

This incident was not hidden from Ron and Hermione.They were also taken aback when they heard the outline of the whole thing, promising to bring Harry back with a lot of delicious food.

Harry was completely helpless.He couldn't say he had a Voldemort with him, but he didn't know who Lockhart was behind.Even if Hogsmeade didn't have swarms of dementors now, he really wasn't sure if something would happen to him.Although according to his thinking, if the other party is not lurking there, nothing will happen; and if it is, it will be even better, he can catch that guy by himself.It's fine if Sirius didn't know, but Voldemort who knew about it would still play tricks on him!He doesn't believe that he can't do it!

But to do this, he can't just think about it.At least, at this time the locket becomes a qualified oil bottle.

"Hogsmeade?" said Voldemort disapprovingly. "I'm not interested."

And he seemed to move his hands and feet while talking, and Harry felt his feet suddenly nailed to the ground.He was climbing the moving stairs at Hogwarts, trying to slip out of the passageway behind the statue.But before he reached the place, he was discovered by Voldemort.He felt that the other party probably noticed that he was running towards the guy who wanted to harm him, but he still lied and said, "I just want to go to the Three Broomsticks and have a glass of butter beer."

Voldemort didn't believe his excuses one bit. "This thing can go to the Hogwarts kitchen. Don't tell me that you suddenly forgot where the kitchen entrance is at this moment."

Harry originally said butterbeer in case Voldemort said that Hermione Ron could take it, but he didn't expect this to be exposed immediately. "But the Three Broomsticks..."

"Even if you fell in love with the proprietress, I can change one for you." Before the delicious drink came out, Voldemort interrupted him, his tone made it clear that Harry was just holding on to a reason.

His deliberately twisted words made Harry's face flush instantly. "I didn't..." he argued loudly, then stopped halfway again as the black robe entered his field of vision.

"You don't have anything?" A light and creamy tune sounded. "When everyone is out, you stay in the castle alone, what do you want to do? Do you want to stage the limelight of fighting the water monster again?"

Harry looked up slowly, and sure enough, he saw the sallow face and greasy hair of their potions professor.He always knew that Snape didn't like him, so he tried his best not to let the other party find a way in class this time, and the number of night tours was also significantly reduced.Unexpectedly, just this once, he tried to steal Hogsmeade, but was caught while talking to Voldemort. "No, there isn't, Professor. I was just... talking to myself." He was getting a bit of Occlumency now, and wasn't really freaking out.And he also has experience on how to deal with Snape's provocation, just pretend that he doesn't understand anything and don't be provoked.

"Talking to himself?" Snape's dark eyes stared straight at him, and then a strange smile twisted into his lips. "Occlumency is good, Potter." He was a master himself, so of course he could see that Harry's eyes were empty, empty.Can a third grader do this?

Harry looked him straight in the face without fear.The water monster had nothing to do with him, and it wasn't even Voldemort's mastermind, and he felt he had every reason to be justified.He wanted to sneak out of the school, but he hadn't even reached the statue entrance yet!

Snape looked away suddenly. "You'd better make sure you're telling the truth. Also, if you've been wandering around like this, I wouldn't be surprised if a basilisk popped up in the corridors of the castle." Then he brushed past Harry, flapping his sleeves. gone.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.If Snape didn't go first, he was worried that the other party would find that he couldn't move a step now.And the worst thing in this kind of confrontation was not Snape's dislike for him, nor Snape's suspicion of him, but the attitude of Voldemort in his pocket to Snape-Harry had to say, he hid More than half of the reason for following Snape was the feeling that Voldemort was definitely easily provoked - think of that rat that was thrown on the dinner plate!

And now that there was such a mess, Harry didn't dare to tell Voldemort that he must go to Hogsmeade.Although Voldemort didn't kill anyone for Avada for a while, it didn't mean that the killing intent in his heart disappeared.He tried his best to keep the atmosphere in a state where nothing happened just now: "I didn't see Ms. Rosmerta! If you have to say that, at worst, I won't go!"

Voldemort took a moment to answer him this time. "The acting is really bad." He commented.

When the other party said this, he undoubtedly discovered his intention.But Harry felt his leg go loose, and the stiffness went away.He took this as Voldemort reluctantly agreeing to him, turned his head and walked down the stairs.Although he still wondered if that man would be waiting to strike at him in Hogsmeade, he couldn't now.He can take risks by himself, but he must never let others be blamed.

Although he rationally knew that he should really stay in the castle, Sirius, Snape and even Voldemort were right, but as the only remaining third year student, Harry felt very annoyed.There is someone outside who is eyeing him covetously, but he can't face the opponent directly and solve the opponent.Although it sounds like it's just for a little blood, but with the opponent's method - Kabbah can still be said to be blood-sucking, what about the water monster?This is to kill him before taking blood, right?He can understand everyone's intention to reassure him, but he is indeed not a 13-year-old child, he is an adult!

Harry had wanted to spend the day in the library, after all, everyone had gone out to play, and the school was very quiet, which was a great time to study.As a result, he couldn't concentrate on those tadpole-shaped words at all, and his mind was full of this matter.Although he also knew that that person might not be in Hogsmeade—the Order of the Phoenix must have someone there—but he just felt irritated and flustered.Then he realized that he had probably suppressed this emotion for a long time, and he wanted to catch that person so much that Hogsmeade ignited his tense nerves like a fuse.

In this state, it is naturally impossible to learn well.Harry hastily finished his two homework assignments, figured it was lunch time, and went to the auditorium for dinner.Then he returned to Gryffindor Tower, took off his robes and put on his pajamas, determined to get Ron to wake him up with the smell of candy.

But it was clear that someone was reluctant to let him sleep peacefully.Harry had just changed his clothes and sat down on the bed when another person appeared in the empty dormitory in a blink of an eye.

"I must say that sleeping is a wise idea, at least it won't make you so angry." Voldemort stood up straight, and casually pulled off the clothes wrapped around his feet.

In fact, seeing him made Harry even angrier.The others wouldn't return for hours, and he felt he didn't have to hide his mood or his voice. "Isn't this you?" He said angrily, ready to ignore the fact that the young man got out of his clothes, "If you didn't tell me when you knew it..."

"That's it?" Voldemort folded his hands and looked at him intently. "Even if I tell you that I don't know, do you think you will believe it? Is that not as good as the truth?"

Harry stared at him. "Then you can tell the truth more!" It's better than him scratching his heart now!He had been thinking about this question for several months, and he always felt that it was a little bit worse, a little bit worse.It felt really bad.

"I'm afraid not, it's a little dangerous," Voldemort replied.Then he looked around, as if he was going to find something to sit on, but finally gave up. "We all know-although there are some restrictions between us, those restrictions are not enough to keep you from looking for death."

Harry was even angrier when he said it so directly. "What?" he asked, "How powerful is that person? Is he stronger than you?"

Voldemort was slightly surprised, then laughed. "I'm glad you admit it. But there's no way to compare this one." At best it's the past self and the present self, but that's all him.It might be a bit of a hassle to deal with, but he's sure to be able to handle it, by himself.

Voldemort must have been pleased that Harry knew as soon as the words came out that he had accidentally said what was on his mind.So when Voldemort laughed, his face tightened. "So you came out on purpose today, just to remind me not to die?" He gritted his teeth.

"One of the reasons." Voldemort said lightly, "I'm not too happy about your death, and vice versa, isn't it? And should I say, it's a good thing I'm here, otherwise you would have slipped out by yourself ?”

Harry glared at him.But he couldn't find any reason to refute this point. He has never been such a law-abiding person, let alone the matter related to himself. "Even if I go out, it doesn't mean I'm going to die!"

"Not necessarily." Voldemort shook his hand. "Think of the water monster—I'm sure you never thought about what to do with it before you jumped out of the boat. And if I hadn't popped up after Dumbledore took a look ..." He stared at Harry with meaningful eyes.

Harry understood now why Voldemort had reacted so calmly when he said he had been seen.It turned out that the other party knew early on that Dumbledore would find out very quickly and rush down quickly. Of course, he would not see Voldemort who surfaced from the bottom of the water later in the process.And throughout Hogwarts, if Voldemort can hide from Dumbledore's eyes, it is a success.Then he suddenly remembered slowly that among Ron's screams, there seemed to be Voldemort's voice.Of course, Voldemort was always on him, and he had a precise grasp of the rhythm of things, but he really blurted out, compared to what he said now, was he a little too nervous?

Harry shook his head, recalling it more carefully.There was the sound of the waves, but with Voldemort's voice in it, there was no way he wouldn't have been able to tell it apart... It seemed real.This kind of recognition instantly made his anger disappear a lot, and was replaced by another kind of doubt—this reminded him of their intimate contact underwater. "Did you call me at that time?" He asked suspiciously, and at the same time felt that there was another thing that he couldn't hide, "Did you do it on purpose...under the water?" This made his heart ache The big rock finally fell down, as if something he had been suppressing suddenly disappeared.Something raised its head inwardly, sniffing the air hopefully.

This made Voldemort's smile pause for a moment.Just when Harry thought that the other party might change his face, he heard him say, "I thought you were going to never ask about this." Before he said this, he was still standing five feet away from Harry. on the ground; and by the time he had finished speaking, he was in front of Harry, leaning down so that their eyes met. "And if you ask..."

Harry leaned back slightly at his movement.He never backed down, so even if he felt a little inexplicably guilty at this time, he withstood the pressure. "What if you ask?" He insisted, not knowing what result he was expecting.

The author has something to say: synchronous spoof small theater:

V: Let's have a shot?Don't mind so much, it's just a physical relationship.

Harry: ...Go away!