[HP] Seven Nights Talk

After the gold cup was in hand, the two walked out of the vault, and let the goblin lock the door and lead them up again.After Harry asked that sentence, he already regretted it, so he swallowed all his previous complaints and asked Voldemort to turn him into a ring again and take him out.Anyway, he just endured it this time.It's just that he said to himself in his heart that in the future he will definitely remember to take Voldemort out before taking a bath, and he will never forget any form.

The process of getting out is as smooth as entering.Harry could still only tell where they were by the sounds around him and the type of floor, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the marble steps again.Apparate somewhere and be right back.

But Voldemort didn't seem to think so.He stopped on the cobblestone road and turned into a shop filled with various potion ingredients.The things he wanted were things Harry hadn't heard of before, but judging from what the shopkeeper said, those things were very rare and expensive, and his tone was full of excitement of meeting a big customer.

After going out, Harry found the time to ask him, "What are you buying these for?"

"Making potions," Voldemort replied, his voice full of surprise. "I thought you knew they were only for that purpose?"

Of course Harry knew that the materials would be used to make potions, but he couldn't figure out when Voldemort would be able to make these things. "Of course I know!" he said, a little loudly, "but why do you need them?" He managed to force himself to turn a corner without directly asking what exactly he was going to do.

"Who knows?" said Voldemort slickly, as if he could guess what Harry was thinking. "To be honest, I've never lived in a pocket." Then he turned his face away where Harry couldn't see it. The transfiguration spell on the phone, into a new shop.

There was a tinkling of bells, which Harry recognized as the knocking of the door, and all he could see were scraps of fabric strewn across the floor.Well, he didn't have to ask this time, he thought, it looked like Voldemort needed some new clothes.As for the sentence of never living in the pocket, he thought about it for a while, and finally found that he had forgotten the No Trace Expansion Curse.

No wonder Voldemort had been able to stay safe and sound in the bag for so long!Turns out he's not in a bag most of the time!When Harry thought of this, he felt a little cheated. It was in vain that he had a little empathy for Voldemort's situation... But speaking of it, it was really too late to realize this until now, right?

Voldemort wasn't too fussy about what he wore, choosing just a few pieces of material and having him measured by a tailor.Harry still didn't know the significance of Voldemort's doing these things, but the shop was too quiet, and he couldn't use magic now, so he had to keep silent and listen to the conversation between Voldemort and Madam Malkin.

"You have a good eye," said Mrs. Malkin, "and you choose the best materials in our shop."

Voldemort responded vaguely.There was a soft ruler automatically measuring on his body, and it was chilly, and he had to suppress his reflexes so as not to use an attack or defense spell when it was attached.

"If you're in a hurry, you can come and get it later. We're very efficient." Looking at his expressionless face, Mrs. Malkin felt that this young man seemed to be a rich and handsome man who was not easy to get close to. the kind of patrons.If she had been younger, she might not have been able to speak so normally.

Voldemort nodded.He wouldn't be impatient to take the time to do this kind of thing if it wasn't necessary.At this time, the ruler just measured the length of his arm, and he lifted it up, revealing his left hand that was originally covered by the sleeve.

Harry felt dizzy again.But before he came back to his senses, Madam Malkin's voice said: "Ah, seeing you are so young, I thought... she is really a lucky girl."

What girl?Harry was puzzled, and then realized that the dumpy witch was staring at him.Why do you seem to be talking about him?Then he looked left and right, only to realize slowly that the position of his ring was a little sensitive - it was the ring finger.Mrs. Malkin obviously judged from this that Voldemort was married, so she said so.

How could Voldemort get married!This was Harry's first reaction.

Where there is any lucky girl, there is just a tragic boy turned into a ring!This was Harry's second reaction.

Is it really all right for the soul-returning stone ring to be seen and used as a wedding ring?This is Harry's j□j response.

But Voldemort seemed unresponsive to any of these questions.He only smiled at Mrs. Malkin's words, which seemed undoubtedly affirmative.

By the time the two of them were out, Harry was flipping through his questions, not knowing which to ask first.Because of the angle, he didn't see Voldemort's face, which, as one would have guessed, wasn't an accident.

The last shop Voldemort visited was Ollivander's Wandshop.When he discovered this, even Harry, who was at a loss, could see the clue—why did Voldemort need a new wand?He obviously has a yew wand, doesn't he?Potions and clothes are fine, but what about wands?

Before Harry could figure out why, he heard Ollivander's voice. "good morning."

"Hello," said Voldemort.He stared quietly at the other person until he saw the large pale eyes open even wider.Only a few people remember what he was like before, and Ollivander is obviously one of them.

"You...I...no..." Ollivander was stunned, not knowing whether he was more surprised or more afraid.He took a step back, and knocked over the wooden boxes stacked on top of each other, making a loud bang, accompanied by dust flying in the sky.

Voldemort took a step back. "Are you all right?" His voice was so normal that Harry, covered by his sleeve, thought it was just Ollivander tripping.

"Cough, cough cough..." Ollivander choked, but the movement and the other party's reaction made him realize his gaffe.You-Know-Who may or may not be dead, but either way, You-Know-Who will never come to his store to buy a wand with his old face. "It's okay, I was just not careful..." He continued to cough twice, and then tapped the ruler on the table with his wand, which immediately flew up to measure Voldemort. "Please wait a moment, I will find you a wand in the back."

Voldemort watched his almost fleeing back, and did not move.An identical face seemed to evoke more memories than he'd imagined, and Ollivander couldn't even say who he resembled.

Harry finally had his chance. "Don't you have a wand?" he asked quietly.

Voldemort estimated that it would take a long time for Ollivander to come out, so he looked around.But the lobby is too small, the only bench is covered with dust, there is no place to sit at all.So he just continued to stand and replied, "Yeah." He wasn't worried that Ollivander would tip off the Order, because Ollivander was just a wandmaker and as timid as most people .

"Then what do you need a wand for?" Harry asked again, but he already had a guess in his mind.The new wand undoubtedly corresponds to a new identity, a new identity that can draw a line from the past.And if something like this is needed, doesn't that mean that Voldemort wants to re-…

"I think you've figured it out, haven't you?" Voldemort replied.These two and a half years are enough for him to figure out his current situation. The most stringent requirements are Qiye, not revealing the truth to anyone, and not using harmful spells on the other party, while there are more or less buffers in other places.For example, he and the savior must stay together, and the scope of this together includes carrying them with them and being in the same building.The same is true for the Transfiguration Curse. After he was able to conjure a hand, he considered continuing in human form. After all, objects are sometimes really inconvenient.

Of course, in terms of chronological order, this may be the reason for his recovery of strength, but it is more likely that the god of death gradually relaxed the conditions.From a bad point of view, maybe the restriction on damage spells will be lifted in the end... But of course, Voldemort would not take the initiative to tell Harry these words.

Harry kept his mouth shut.He couldn't be blamed for thinking too much, because he remembered exactly what happened after Voldemort returned to his physical body last time.Although the situation is different now, he really doesn't feel that he can achieve the level he wants to see.He wanted to ask Voldemort if the new identity was just to better rule the wizarding world, but he felt that this was obviously redundant.Even his head can guess things, why bother to ask?And that kind of worry can't be said, because Voldemort hasn't shown that kind of dangerous tendency for a long time, and speaking out will probably only serve to stimulate the other party.So he decided to keep silent until he found a more suitable expression.

Voldemort didn't hear his answer for a long time, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.His reasons for turning Harry into a ring are complex, but one of them is definitely not wanting them to fight in the wand shop.It's just that from the current situation, it seemed that even if he didn't do this, Harry wouldn't necessarily make a big fuss?In his eyes, Harry has always been a lion who only does things but doesn't care about his head, with emotions written all over his face, but now it seems... he has really grown up?Or should I say, in some respects, Harry was never what he expected?

He was lost in thought, and his hands tightened slightly.And Harry only felt that muscle tense feeling, and he was even more confused about Voldemort's intentions.

After a while, Ollivander finally emerged, almost drowning everyone in a crumbling pile of boxes.When Voldemort came back to his senses, he happened to see the other party laying out the boxes and took out the first one and handed it to him.In order to make it easier for customers to try the wand, the handle of the wand is facing forward and the tip of the wand is facing himself. He trembled slightly when he stretched out his hand.Voldemort saw his fear, didn't point it out, just took the wand.

It turned out that Voldemort was definitely a picky customer, even pickier than he was, at least in Harry's opinion.Regardless of how much time it took, the floor he could see spoke for itself.It was just dust on the floor, but after Voldemort finally settled on a thirteen-inch cherrywood dragonheart nerve wand, they looked like they had been blown by a high wind, then a fire, and then flooded. It was such a mess.

Ollivander was also taken aback by this.He had a good memory, so he made a point of taking out all the yew wands he had in his possession.It turned out that none of them were suitable for this man who looked very much like the young Voldemort. Instead, another kind of wand, which was also rare, chose him.Of course, he doesn't have a second yew wand with phoenix tail feathers, and the combination of cherry wood and dragon heart nerve is not too surprising.

"Despite the wood's bright pink blossoms, wands made of cherry are never an overly decorative wand. Whatever the core, they usually have a...deadly force. Ollivander explained that he felt too much pressure to face this man. "Especially when it is paired with Dragon Heart Nervousness, it is difficult for most people to control it." He originally wanted to add two sentences, but he felt that the other party probably didn't need his reference.

Voldemort hadn't expected him to choose a new wand as desirable as the yew wand.Ollivander's words dispelled his last worries about cherry wood (this thing sounds a bit fancy), and asked directly: "How much is this?"

Ollivander quickly quoted the price.Although he felt that the other party didn't like this wand very much, it was already the most suitable wand in his shop.And the opponent can use it - this alone is enough to make him shiver, because it means that the opponent is an extremely powerful wizard with excellent self-control.Coupled with that identical appearance... He decided not to say anything else.And when Voldemort paid the money and left, he collapsed on the ground, covered in cold sweat.

Harry was already getting impatient.So as soon as they left the wand shop, he couldn't help asking, "What else do you want to buy? Hurry up." Although he believed that Kreacher would not break into his bedroom halfway and find out that he was not there, he always felt that Voldemort must There's a big plan in the works, and he can't seem to let his mind down.

"This is the last one," Voldemort replied.His purpose today has been fully achieved, and he is just waiting for someone—he won't say that this is specific—a wisher will take the bait.

The two returned to Grimmauld Place together.According to Harry's expectation, since Voldemort had already made a move, he might make a bigger move in a short time.But until two days later, they didn't go out again, and no Death Eaters came to visit. Instead, Sirius and Lupine who came back brought back a lot of members of the Order of the Phoenix.Unlike normal regular meetings, they all looked solemn at the moment.

Harry still hadn't been granted the right to attend the meeting, but he knew Sirius would tell him something about it.So that night, he couldn't sleep at all, and sat on the bed hugging the quilt, waiting for the meeting to finish.

Voldemort made no comment on this.In fact, in the next few days after getting a Horcrux, he will be very quiet.Harry guessed that fusing Horcruxes wasn't a particularly exciting process, so Voldemort didn't have the energy to bother him.

Harry stared at the locket, motionless by the candlelight.Since returning from Diagon Alley, he has become more careful and no longer treats the locket as an object.To be honest, he wasn't that careless, but he just couldn't imagine the exact feeling.And after he experienced it himself, he even paid attention to how to hold the locket.Fortunately, Voldemort didn't have the energy to respond to his sudden caution, otherwise he would definitely be said not to know what it was.

Thinking of these things, Harry never took his eyes off the locket.At times like this he would have liked to tuck the locket in his bosom, as he had done so many times before, but now he wondered if it was the right thing to do.

Take a look, he won't toss himself too much, will he?A voice said in his head.

That is also his own fault.Another voice answered sharply.

In any case, since he has taken the first step, he can have some expectations for his future choices.The first voice continued.

But do you know what he is thinking?Maybe it's not a good thing?The second voice still retorted.

He does want a new identity, but it's not necessarily a bad thing... said the first voice, calmly.

Think of what he has done!The second voice was insistent.

Harry's head ached from the thought struggle.At this time, there was a light knock on the door, accompanied by Sirius' voice: "Harry? Are you asleep?"

Startled, Harry subconsciously hid the locket under his pajamas.He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the movement below. "No, still awake." He jumped out of bed with bare feet, and went to open the door for Sirius.

But Sirius wasn't alone outside the door.Dumbledore followed, with a tired look on his face.Seeing Harry's surprised expression, he briefly explained: "Sirius said you were probably waiting for the result, so I came up with him."

Harry turned to let the two of them in.Dumbledore took out his wand and conjured two chairs out of the air, one for him and Sirius.And Harry sat back on the bed again, his eyes wandering between the two: "Is there any progress? Can I go to Hogsmeade?" Dumbledore's arrival was not within his expectation, so he added Added the latter line to make himself look like an ordinary third grader.

Sirius and Dumbledore looked at each other.Then he put on a troubled look and said, "That's exactly what I'm going to tell you."

Seeing his expression, Harry felt that something must be wrong.Sure enough, Sirius continued: "I told you last time that the Muggle who connected with Lockhart disappeared, do you remember?"

Harry nodded, the feeling of bad premonition in his heart was even bigger.Because according to this heavy tone, the Muggle's fate might not be very good.

"We found him," said Sirius, the expression on his face becoming rather indescribable. "He turned into a mummy."

Even if Harry had been prepared for a long time, he almost jumped up when he heard this. "Mummy?" He tried to see the joking look on the faces of the two, "Our place is not an Egyptian pyramid..."

"Sirius was right," said Dumbledore. "He looks terrible, black and dry."

Something flashed through Harry's mind quickly, but he didn't catch it. "Is there any spell to do this?"

"Of course, there is more than one." Sirius said, "We are analyzing what made him like this. But it doesn't matter..." He looked at Harry with an apologetic look, "He Not the man we were looking for. That man has slipped away and the next victim may well have been born."

Harry fell silent.This undoubtedly means one thing, that person is still active outside, and his personal safety is still threatened. "...I see." He lowered his head and said, looking very depressed, but he was thinking quickly in his head—mummy?

"I'm sorry for not bringing you good news," said Sirius, his voice low.

"It's okay." Harry shook his head.This matter has nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix, what matters is that person.Who will it be...

Dumbledore watched his performance, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed across his brows. "No matter who it is, the Order of the Phoenix will try its best to find it. He left a clue this time, and the next progress will probably be faster."

Harry could hear that there wasn't much confidence in the words.In the beginning, Lockhart's rash actions gave him away, and they began to track down.But now, the only clue is dead.This cannot be said to be good progress.There are so many Muggles, if that person wants to hide well, the Order of the Phoenix will probably only find one corpse after another.The best course of action is undoubtedly to let the man keep his hands on it so they can catch him.But he had mentioned this matter earlier in the morning, but Sirius had already sternly dismissed it.If he suggested that to Dumbledore at this time, Sirius would be very sad.So after much deliberation, he could only bury his head lower.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sirius silently breathed a sigh of relief.Dumbledore might have thought Harry was depressed, but he knew it all too well.Harry had that idea when he first woke up from the encounter with the water monster, but he didn't want his godson to risk becoming a mummified corpse as bait.If it were another person, he might have doubts about Harry's high awareness, but he only thought that his godson was smart and courageous. "That's it." He concluded and stood up, "It's getting late, go to sleep, Harry."

Dumbledore stood up too. "Good night, Harry."

"Good night," said Harry.He watched the two go out, his last eyes resting on Dumbledore's movement to close the door.The hand was very long, and he stared at it until the door closed completely.Then he suddenly realized why he was subconsciously staring at that hand - he'd seen it get charred and dry!

Harry finally understood why there was that person, and who that person was; why Voldemort knew about it all the time and didn't tell him; and what it was that he missed just now—

It's the soul-returning stone ring!No wonder Voldemort didn't mention going to Little Hangleton, because it sure wasn't there anymore!