[HP] Seven Nights Talk

After New Year's Day, the students all returned to school from home.Harry told Ron and Hermione about the mummies, and they both turned pale with horror, agreeing that Harry would be better off staying at school.In any case, if you are not afraid of [-], you are afraid of the eventuality. The result of the eventuality is too dangerous.And they are still rejoicing, fortunately, that person can't get into the school.It has to be mentioned that Harry hasn't told them about the Marauder's Map yet, because he intends to kill it in the bud forever - the more people know about the Marauder's Map, he's carrying someone else's Things will be discovered by more people.

The weather is very cold, so all the extra-curricular courses make the students complain.At such times, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course suddenly had an advantage - at least they could not be blown by the cold wind in this course.According to such standards, the divination class should be more popular, because it is heated by incense burners all year round, but in fact it is not.

Ron finished his first Divination class and met Harry and Hermione on his way to the Transfiguration classroom (Hermione dropped out of this class in the first month of the previous term). "I regret it now, too," he said angrily once and for all, "that was an old hag!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.Of course he knew that Trelawney's hobby was to predict all kinds of misfortunes, so at this time he just wanted to follow Ron's words and let the other party vent.

"What else?" said Ron disgustedly. "It's her old trick of seeing someone in the crystal ball is going to be unlucky again. She put herself in it this time, if I ask you—" —She said that there will be accidents in the school this semester!" He said mockingly, "It's as if all the misfortunes she said have been verified!"

Hermione nodded in agreement. "That's what people think too much," she said, "like that rabbit in Lavender. Who would have thought that a little rabbit would die suddenly? It's not that she said something vaguely, so that people Thinking in that direction, and then thinking it's true verifies misfortune."

Harry thought of the famous prophecy, the one that had come true for him and Voldemort, that they wouldn't both survive.If Voldemort hadn't believed that prophecy, things wouldn't have turned out the way they did; at least, it wouldn't have been him who defeated Voldemort, because Voldemort wouldn't have killed his parents and he wouldn't have been forced to against.From this point of view, although Voldemort advertises that he has gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality, the actions he has taken show that he is not so absolutely confident. "You're right." He couldn't help but agree with Hermione.

Ron didn't know that he had thought of such a serious direction, and he continued to complain unhappily: "Just record everything she said! I don't believe that she ever successfully predicted that even one !Like what she said last term, someone's bound to bleed before Christmas—did she really count the quill prick in that?"

When they were talking, they had already entered the classroom.The three of them sat down in fixed positions, and Hermione helped Ron say a few more words, and then Professor McGonagall came in.But before she officially started class, Harry thought indifferently that he had been dead for a few days when he heard that the Order of the Phoenix found the Muggle, and that happened just before Christmas; The ring sucked into a mummy is probably a kind of bloodshed...

Other than that, things work fine.It's time for another Quidditch season, this time Gryffindor is playing against Ravenclaw.The weather was fine, and Harry was riding the Firebolt, easily leaving Qiu, who was riding the Comet 260, far behind. Gryffindor won by a big score, 200 to 10.At the end of the game, he accidentally saw Qiu's face ready to cry, and couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to comfort her.After all, such a disparity in the score was not because she was too bad, but because Gryffindor had the upper hand—he had experience, the broom was at an international level, and the cooperation of the other players was the best in the entire school team.

But it didn't work out.As soon as Cho hit the ground, he ran away with one hand covering his face, while Harry was surrounded by cheering Gryffindors, and was almost dragged into the common room.And when he got there, the atmosphere of celebration immediately made him forget about it.And when he thinks about it later, the time is not so suitable-telling others not to care after a few days has passed, it feels more like a demonstration than a comfort.

Next up is Valentine's Day.Just as everyone expected, Lockhart didn't dare to make such a big move this time.But as they grow older, some of the third graders also start sending love letters or gifts.In older grades, it is not surprising to have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

Harry thought nothing unexpected would happen this Valentine's Day.After all, Ginny seemed to have completely ignored him, but he received a box of luxuriously packaged chocolates.It was brought by a very large barn owl, and it flew away as soon as Harry unwrapped it.

Ron was a little jealous of that, but he quickly balanced it out. "I thought it wouldn't happen until next year," he commented, "but it seems that if Ginny doesn't make a move, there are other people who like you..."

"But there's nothing in it!" Harry had already opened the packing box and flipped through the inside.Usually this kind of thing will have a card attached to the box. He didn't see it just now, so he thought it was inside the box. "Who would do that?" He didn't remember that he ever had a mysterious admirer?

"Maybe I have a crush on you, but I'm sorry to say it directly." Ron advised him, his eyes began to look around, "Maybe she is nearby waiting to see your reaction!"

"...Really?" Harry was still very skeptical.If it weren't for this thing that looked like a box of liqueur chocolates, he would really suspect that someone was trying to harm him. "Is it true that you didn't send the wrong person?"

Hermione was listening to their conversation, and finally couldn't help but speak at this moment. "Who would give a well-prepared gift to the wrong person?"

She was absolutely right.Because although this gift doesn't look very outstanding at first glance, the packaging is extremely exquisite, and the color of the chocolate is also very pure and soft. You can faintly smell the tempting smell of whiskey mixed with the sweetness of chocolate.This kind of thing that can be seen from the box is of great value, it is really impossible to say that the owner is careless enough to give it wrong.

"But..." Harry wanted to say something more, but finally stopped.He also thought of the chocolate cauldron he had received before, which was mixed with a love potion, and suddenly felt that this thing was really unreliable.Who knew if he ate it and suddenly fell into an unnatural obsession with someone who didn't know who?

Although Harry thought so, he still couldn't help but look around for the next day, trying to find out who did it.He didn't have any alternatives in his mind, and he didn't see anyone suspicious after observing.It's almost harder than the ring puzzle... Who can give him this without giving away!

The question troubled him well into the night.Because according to Harry's expectation, whoever gave it to him should give him a reminder within today, right?It's Valentine's Day, not April Fools' Day!But in fact, until he changed into his pajamas and was about to go to bed, there was still no clue as to who gave it to him.

The lights in the dormitory were turned off, and the boys quickly fell asleep.Harry tossed and turned alone in the dark, unable to sleep for some reason.On the one hand, he told himself, it was nothing more than a box of chocolates, anyone could; on the other hand, he found that he could not ignore the fact that Voldemort hadn't said a word from morning till night.

Although Harry felt that if it was really the other party, it would be less troublesome and just give it to him, why use an owl?At the same time, he also thought that if this matter had nothing to do with Voldemort, he might have started to sneer—isn't this his usual forte?

And if Harry knew more about Voldemort, he should know that there was a third point - anyone who dared to try to rob someone under Voldemort's nose would definitely be courting death.If there was such a person, Harry should have worried about that person's life.In fact, he hadn't thought of this yet, so he just felt that it would be impossible for Voldemort to send a box of chocolates in person - in fact, he was surprised that Voldemort knew about Valentine's Day!

But now that Voldemort was making himself a proper locket, there were two choices before Harry.One is to pretend not to know, and let this matter pass like this, but there is no guarantee of any consequences; the other is to immediately wake up Voldemort and ask him, whether to accept or not, what will be the consequences.

It didn't take Harry long to make his choice.Although there still seemed to be a voice in his head trying to stop him, he had already put it behind him.Can't help it, can't help it!Better than he suffocated himself, he thought as he snatched the locket into his hands!

"What are you doing?" The locket slid from his hand almost immediately, transforming into Voldemort himself in the blink of an eye. "I should have told you, don't move me casually." He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face seemed to be really awakened.

Harry didn't care about Voldemort's expression now.He picked up the box of chocolates and raised his chin slightly. "I thought you might be able to explain that?" Surely the guy wasn't sleeping!Otherwise, how can he immediately become a human being with a single movement?He was not worried at all when he spoke, and the inside of the bed curtain suddenly lit up, he must have used a silent spell when transforming!

Voldemort blinked and smiled. "What explanation do you want?" he said, shifting back a bit, then leaned back comfortably—he seemed to have made an invisible cushion at the end of the bed. "I thought it was obvious."

His blunt attitude choked everything Harry was about to say.He opened his mouth, and then asked back, "Do you dare to give it to me with your own hands?"

"But isn't it in your hands now?" Voldemort deftly turned the question around. "Or, are you dissatisfied with it?"

Of course he is not satisfied!Everything has to be detoured!Harry thought angrily in his heart.But he didn't say this at all, he just asked: "If you give me such a thing, will you send me away?"

"Send?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes. "I thought that was the norm, didn't I? After all, we didn't have a good time talking about this last time."

"How dare you mention it last time!" Harry was instantly set on fire.Deliberately pissed him off, and then things got messed up, and it wasn't until a long time later that he gradually got to the point of the conversation. "Is it fun to play tricks?" he asked angrily.

But Voldemort does not say the answer to this question. "The point is not to be tricky," he said, gazing at Harry quietly. "The point is, now you think it through?"

Of course Harry knew what he was talking about.This kind of time, this kind of reason, undoubtedly all point to a kind of result. "I should ask you this!" He wanted to regain his momentum.Obviously he was the one who questioned the other party, wasn't he? "I know you know, don't play dumb with me."

"If you're talking about your needless worries, then I have to say, I really didn't expect them." Voldemort said, looking at Harry's eyes that suddenly widened, he added slowly: "Because they are in my eyes." It's not a problem."

Harry gave him a suspicious look.It was too hard to tell - did it mean that Voldemort didn't care about it at all, or did he already figure out how to solve it? "I want to warn you," he said in a bad tone, "if you dare to deceive me—"

"So what?" Voldemort asked.His tone rose, and there was a distinct smile on his face.

Harry realized that he had been tricked again.Of course he knows what will happen to him, because his goal has never changed, and there will be a better world after he succeeds!Even if an accident like Voldemort happened halfway, he would not back down or change! "That's it!" He said through gritted teeth, then simply threw the chocolate aside, half-knelt up, and stretched out his hand to grab the other party's shirt collar.

Voldemort kept his hands casually resting on his chest, not responding to his rude gestures. "Allow me to remind you, pay attention to the front teeth. I don't want to be knocked and bleed again, or be bitten." He said slowly.

"Who do you think is to blame for this kind of thing!" Harry immediately retorted.The first time he was drunk, okay?The second accident was designed by the Lord of the Rings outside, and Voldemort was responsible for it.The third time, it was because Voldemort himself didn't speak well!In any case, this is not his reason, is it more?

When Harry thought of this, his eyes fell, and they crashed into those deep pool-like black eyes.There was no bottom to be seen in there, but the color was dark, and there seemed to be a flash of fire reflecting his own reflection inside.Although he already knew what he wanted to do, but at this moment he suddenly felt a little dry, and as time passed and the distance drew closer, the feeling became more and more intense.He was stiff for a while until the breath was heard, and then he turned his head sideways, his eyes drooped, and the tip of his nose rubbed against the other's nose.

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Harry had a dream.In the dream, he seemed to be unable to see anything, only felt that a hand was walking around him, and a string of flames were ignited wherever it passed.The body wakes up under the touch, and the blood flows happily under the skin.The beast in my heart woke up, it was no longer the previous reaction of just inhaling, but restlessness, a restlessness of needing something urgently and wanting to vent something.

Then Harry woke up.The morning light came through the cracks in the bed curtains, telling him that it was morning.He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and the turbulent kiss last night and the dream he had just now appeared in his mind.He moved his body, trying to get up and wash his face to calm down, but then he felt something strange——

There is something standing upright under the body, and the small tent seems to be proudly declaring its presence.

Harry froze.He finally realized what had happened.He had an unspeakable dream, and then woke up and found that he was really quite responsive!

But there was something more terrifying to Harry than that.Because he hadn't finished regretting, he heard the voice that hadn't sounded for a long time saying to him: "This year's goal has been achieved - finish what you just dreamed about, how about it?"

The author has something to say: Synchronous Small Theater:

Harry: I'm starting to hate this Grim Reaper.

V: How dare you say I'm not telling the truth—I'm just the opposite.