[HP] Seven Nights Talk

For the next few days, Harry was a little restless.He knew that his physical reaction was normal, but he hadn't felt this way for so long that he couldn't accept it for a while.And when he came back to his senses, he felt that Voldemort might seize this opportunity to laugh at him again, such as lack of concentration.

As a result, Voldemort did not have any abnormal reactions.He didn't say anything about it, but just let Harry take him to the edge of the empty corridor on the eighth floor, saying that he needed the Room of Requirement for two months and that he should not be disturbed in the meantime.

"What are you going to do?" Harry was suspicious of the request, momentarily forgetting his own embarrassment.

"Dangling in your pocket is not good for brewing potions," Voldemort replied.

Harry wondered even more why. "The stuff you bought in Diagon Alley?" he asked. "It took so long?"

"For stabilizing magic." Voldemort saw that he needed a reason.

"I thought you were enough..." Harry cut off the words in the middle of the sentence.To be honest, he wasn't worried about Voldemort getting away, because it was impossible.The bigger possibility is to prepare for the mutant ring, he thought.But he found himself subconsciously not wanting to say yes, for a reason as inarticulate as his physical reaction. "Are you okay by yourself?" he finally confirmed.

The slight change in expression on Harry's face did not escape Voldemort's eyes. "I should ask you that," he said. "If it weren't for me, you'd be worrying about your title of Little Prince in Potions."

"I'm not some Potions class prince!" Harry retorted unhappily. "And even if you're not here, I won't deduct points from Snape!"

"That's best," said Voldemort. "I'll be back after Easter, but don't let me know that what you just said didn't work." Then he looked at the other side of the corridor, "This place is not suitable for talking, you should go back quickly."

There was the principal's office on the eighth floor, and he was absolutely right.Harry nodded, then watched the other walk back and forth three times before pulling a doorknob that suddenly appeared on the wall.He didn't hesitate to go downstairs until the door closed and disappeared.The pocket was obviously lighter, and there seemed to be an empty space in his heart.

This was confirmed over the next few days.When changing clothes, Harry habitually touched his pocket, but it was empty; when he was sleeping, he habitually stretched out his hand, and the side of the pillow was cold; and when he received a letter from Sirius, Harry also habitually wanted to tell Voldemort, but It hadn't occurred to him until after he'd cast the Silencing Charm that it wasn't necessary - no one would chime in now and then when Ron and Hermione were discussing with him.

Habits are also really scary.Harry thought that at the beginning, he wanted to throw the diary aside, at least far enough out of sight and out of mind; but now, he was not used to not having the Dark Lord by his side.Even if Voldemort had a host of flaws, it wouldn't change that.

Ron had no idea what Harry was worrying about.From his point of view, Harry was good at studies, played Quidditch well, and was liked by his classmates and teachers, so there was really nothing to be unhappy about.So when he saw Harry holding a letter without moving for a long time, he couldn't help asking, "What did Sirius say? You look so ugly?"

Harry snapped back to his senses. "It's still the same," he replied in a low voice, "someone died again."

Hermione and Ron were shocked.They were still sitting at the breakfast table, unable to discuss such matters comfortably.So the three of them hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls, and left from the side of the long table first.They walked out of the auditorium and found a secluded corner around corners.

As soon as she stopped, Hermione asked with a blank face, "What's going on?"

"Exactly as I said just now." Harry replied, his expression and tone were very calm. "This time it was a wizard who died. Sirius said that the Order of the Phoenix has formally requested the Ministry of Magic to send Aurors to capture that man."

Although he intends to grab the ring, he is still in Hogwarts, and he doesn't know where the other party is - so many people in the Order of the Phoenix have not found him!Another point, he still hasn't figured out whether the ring is just a ring that can walk now, or has found a new object to possess.If it was the latter, then maybe when they met face to face, he would be captured by the other party before he recognized him.And if he disguised himself, without the bait, the other party would not automatically show up and take the bait...

To sum it up, he needs a helper, someone who can hold the ring when he lures the Ring Lord out.

Neither of the others knew that Harry was already planning such an adventure. "That sounds awful," said Hermione, looking worried. "Do you think the Aurors can catch him?"

Harry folded the papers. "I don't think so." He replied bluntly, "It's not that I don't believe in Aurors' strength, but..." He paused, "Have you forgotten those Death Eaters who are on the run?"

Ron's mouth fell open. "That's right! They were so calm that I almost forgot—there's no news from that bunch of Death Eaters!"

"The wizard who died was just a very ordinary wizard." Harry helped him complete. "Which of the two can attract Fudge's attention more?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look.Then Ron said a little hesitantly: "Harry, you mean that Fudge is likely to suppress this matter, the same as he suppressed the Death Eater's escape before?"

"Not to the public for sure," Harry said. "If he still wants to be a Minister - although in my eyes, he is already on the verge of collapse." Both of these things, either, could get him out of office - especially in the case of Dumbledore at Christmas. He hadn't taken the suggestion after that Phoenix meeting to hunt down the murderer of the Muggle's inexplicable death.

"Maybe he can find an excuse to say that the death of Muggles has nothing to do with wizards, and that this new victim was an accidental magical accident." Hermione almost immediately got along with Fudge's possible explanation . "But with the Death Eater incident in mind, the Aurors are really likely to be lacking in skills." She glanced at Harry worriedly, "The victim has changed from a Muggle to a wizard, I don't think this is a bad idea." good news."

Harry knew she was right.This means that that person learned something and started trying to infiltrate the magic world.And he caught Hermione's look too - a development that meant he was being more closely guarded.

At this time, it was almost time for class, and the three of them started to walk towards the classroom. "It does look like there are really two groups of people out there trying to get at you," Ron whispered as he walked, "but I really don't understand why that guy isn't with the Death Eaters? Besides You-Know-Who and his men , who else would want Harry's blood?"

Harry had been puzzled by this question for a long time before, but he understood now.Just like before the main soul, the primary goal of the ring now must be to survive, and then make a new body for itself, so his blood is needed.And he was protected in Hogwarts, and it was very difficult for the opponent to attack. He couldn't do anything after finding a Lockhart. He could only survive by absorbing the vitality of others, which led to the discovery of mummies one after another.It was not uncommon for the victims to be Muggles first, as Harry recalled that after Morfin Gaunt's death there were no wizards living in Little Hangleton.A ring could only induce a Muggle to put it on and leave the place - certainly easier than a wizard.After it gets stronger, it can deal with wizards.

Judging from the current situation, the situation of the ring is probably better than that of the main soul back then - the main soul was hiding in the Albanian forest at that time and hadn't come out for ten years.The ring can control the Muggle, absorb his life force, and further control the wizard.That is to say, he can control the other party to find him items such as his father's bones and servant's meat.Obviously, he was obsessed with the blood of the enemy, Harry, the deadly enemy, otherwise he would have had his own body long ago.Maybe it was because of the limited conditions, maybe he just felt that he had been lurking for so many years, and this time he must be perfect, not short of this period of time.

But without a body, the ring can only hide and hide, unable to summon Death Eaters (I'm afraid I don't dare, because there is no magic wand in hand, and the magic power is not strong enough), and the news channel is relatively closed.The Ring wouldn't have known that some Death Eaters had escaped from prison (which would have been inside information), and would not have known that something had fundamentally changed.

Speaking of which, the ring probably doesn't know who solved the main soul.He probably only knows that the main soul is dead, and the person who killed him is in Hogwarts-this just explains why the ring has to pass through layers of complicated joints, and why the ring can find the unreliable Lohar It also explains why the Ring never tried to cause trouble by entering Hogwarts himself.

Because Ring doesn't want to repeat his mistakes, he can't put himself in danger.It's just that the ring who did this didn't know that his opponent was not Dumbledore, but himself a few years later.

But these were all Harry's speculations.If you want a correct answer-about how much the ring can do-I am afraid that only Voldemort can provide it-because he made all the Horcruxes, and the Horcruxes Harry dealt with before were all in a dormant state , rather than the revived state.

Now, Harry thought, he knew who the help he needed was.Undoubtedly, it was Voldemort himself.He began to wait for Easter more intently than ever before.So he didn't notice an anomaly at all - Lockhart basically stopped eating breakfast in the Great Hall.But even if he noticed it, he wouldn't be able to find the problem, because it didn't seem like anything bad was going to happen.

Lockhart did it only to avoid the owls that came at breakfast.He'd been learning it for a while, trying to reduce his presence with bird repelling spells and crappy breath concealment spells.This worked at first.But it didn't take long for the one who couldn't get rid of it to discover this and easily cracked the problem.So while everyone else was eating in the Great Hall, he was in his room, staring in horror at a letter floating in front of him.

The letter wasn't a howler letter, but it was more frightening than the scarlet one—it had sharp, unlined lips and spoke in a high-pitched voice. "Trying to avoid me?"

"No, no..." Lockhart just wanted to shrink himself into a ball.Although he was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he once overheard a conversation outside the teachers' lounge, saying that a Muggle he had seen had been sucked into a mummified corpse.He broke out in a cold sweat immediately, realizing that he had really run into a dangerous person.So if he still thinks that the other party really just wanted a drop of Harry's blood before, then it's not stupid, it's just that he doesn't have a head at all!

Envelope smiled contemptuously. "I knew you were unreliable. Are you going to tell me next that you can't get Potter's blood because the Order of the Phoenix has sent more people to protect him, and you can't get close?"

"I..." Lockhart's cold sweat trickled down and wet his pink robe.

But Envelope didn't really want to hear his answer either. "I can't expect you to succeed once in the first place. But you can mess things up to this extent at once, and I admit I didn't expect it. Then I can only give you the second way-if you fail again ——" His lips curled up into a sharp smile, "I don't think you want to know the end."

He already knew, Lockhart thought tremblingly.Apart from his reputation, his most important thing is his appearance, and he absolutely does not want to become a mummy.Maybe he can ask Dumbledore for help, didn't the headmaster say to tell him everything?

The envelope seemed to guess what he was thinking. "It's best not to go to Dumbledore. It's been more than half a year, and he can't find me, but I can find you. If you don't believe this, you can come and try."

The last way back was cut off, and Lockhart was ashamed. "...what else do you want me to do..."

"It's a very simple thing." Envelope's voice became higher, "You better not mess up this thing too!"

3 minutes later.

Lockhart slumped to the ground like mud, staring at the envelope that had disappeared into black fly ash.He originally thought that this thing was remotely controlled by the other party, but it turned out that it was just a recording.His reaction can already be fully guessed from the recording... He felt cold all over, feeling as if an invisible and icy hand had strangled his throat.