[HP] Seven Nights Talk

In fact, Lockhart has been preparing for a long time, even packed the package.There are fierce tigers outside, he has to do it even if he doesn't want to.Whoever made him think that there was a big deal to pick up at the beginning, but now he is shooting himself in the foot by himself, can only blame him for his lack of greed.This time, the other party asked him to open a secret passage in the women's bathroom on the second floor, and taught him a weird opening spell, which sounded like different hissing sounds.He carefully learned and learned, wanting to make sure that he knew everything by heart before he dared to go.But now, he has learned by heart, and there is not much time left.He couldn't really wait for himself to be silenced during the summer vacation, so he left the office in fear.Fortunately, his office is on the third floor, very close to the target, so he doesn't have to worry too much about who will find him on the way.

Of course, in Lockhart's mind, he didn't think it was strange that there were secret passages in the school, nor did he think a hissing spell was a big deal.The former is fine, but the latter... It can only be said that he is the type of people who completely believe in what the Ministry of Magic said. They firmly believe that Voldemort is dead, so naturally it is impossible to think that the spell is actually Parseltongue.Moreover, the word secret passage confuses him, making him think that he is just an internal agent, only responsible for opening the passage door in Hogwarts.Not only that, but he was planning to slip away before anyone outside came in and made a big fuss - so he wouldn't have to face Dumbledore's wrath.

Lockhart, who was walking close to the edge of the corridor, planned this way, and was going to get into the secret passage immediately when he saw something bad next time.In fact, since the water monster incident last semester, he has been under the supervision of the Order of the Phoenix.But firstly, the Order of the Phoenix has limited manpower, and secondly, it is difficult for the Order of the Phoenix to take care of that person and the Death Eaters.Especially since there has been no movement for more than half a year, he has been considered an abandoned child.

That's why Lockhart got the letter, and that's why he can now make his way to the second-floor bathroom without anyone noticing.And he didn't know that the Order of the Phoenix gave up after monitoring him for half a year without any results. He thought that since that person could still contact him through letters, it showed the difference in strength between the two sides, and he was even more determined to finish this time. Just slip away the thought.

It's just that as soon as Lockhart walked through the door, he realized that he was out of luck.Moaning Myrtle, who was sitting on the top transom, turned her head when she heard the sound.And his ears were sharp, and he heard the approaching footsteps of the night watchman outside.

This is really a dead end!The spell has no effect on the ghost, and Lockhart can only think of rushing out to give the ghost a forgetful moment. The probability of success is probably... no, even if he succeeds, it is useless, he cannot give the crying myrtle one. Forget the spell!So subconsciously, he smiled at Myrtle with a standard eight teeth, and put a finger on his lips to signal silence.

It has to be said that Lockhart's face still played a role.And Myrtle had never seen anyone who smiled so brightly and charmingly at her.Her heart that wanted to scream was suppressed, and she also revealed a silent laugh.

Lockhart heard the footsteps passing by, and his heartbeat finally calmed down a bit.The next thing to deal with is this little girl... Ah, coaxing women, he is very good at this.

Some time had passed by the time Lockhart had coaxed Myrtle away and was certain she would not return.He cursed in his heart, and then began to look for it on the sink.A faucet with a snake carved into its side... aha, it's not hard to find.And then just say that spell over it...

The sink began to move, and the mechanism slid away silently.Lockhart thought he would see a serious doorway, but what appeared in front of him was a dark round hole, with a cold and damp smell coming out.

Is this really a secret passage?Lockhart panicked for a moment.He was still counting on slipping away from here, otherwise Dumbledore would definitely not let him go if something happened to Harry!He hesitated for a while, his eyes wandering between the bathroom door and the hole.During the period, the sound of footsteps outside sounded again, which made him make his final decision.Going back now, what he did before was for nothing.And depending on the situation, the person outside did not stay in the secret passage, and the target was not him.He has already been exposed at school, and if something happens again, everyone will suspect him; as for the person outside, he may be able to ask the other party to let him go, or he may be able to hide inside to avoid the limelight. Get out of Hogwarts!Even if he crawled out of the sewage outlet, he would still be alive!

Making up his mind, Lockhart strapped the pack to himself and slipped inside.The hole under the sink closed after he entered, like a mouth that had just swallowed its prey.

A big snake is coiling on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets hall.Nagini has been here for a long time, and Voldemort made a tunnel for him to go deep into the Forbidden Forest, so that he can go hunting when he needs it.At the moment it is full and is taking a nap with its head buried.

Suddenly there was a slight tremor on the ground.Nagini sharply opened his eyes and raised his head.It knew that Voldemort had repaired a room for himself in the Chamber of Secrets and was staying in it now, but the movement did not come from inside.

While Nagini was wondering, the ground shook again, and there was a slight strange smell in the air.It could no longer tell itself that it was accidental, or that it was Voldemort's movement—someone broke in!But who can come in... It looked back at the closed door, remembering what Voldemort had told it not to disturb him tonight before he entered, and decided to go and see first.It judged its direction and swam away soundlessly.

Inside the room, neither of them knew what was going on outside.In fact, the current situation, even if you know it, you can't stop it.

"...Stop, stop..." Harry gasped heavily.The pajamas on his body had long since disappeared, and now he was lying on the bed without wearing anything, trying to bend his body into a shrimp.The glasses were gone, and he only felt blurry in front of his eyes, with some physiological tears in the corners of his eyes, and everything seemed to be light and shadow in the distance.

But the hand that lit the fire on him never obeyed this, and poked beneath him more carefully. "What? I thought this was the right direction to go?" Voldemort squinted at him, his tone slightly flippant, "'Do what you dream of'—is that right?"

Harry wanted so badly to bite him and shut him up.But he can't say it now, and even if he does, it's trembling, not convincing at all-hell, that's not what he originally thought!

According to his idea, he should have taken the initiative the whole time, as he had done many times before; and this time Voldemort actually moved before he did, and went straight to the point in a particularly foul manner, with his hand directly from the neckline. Touched down - this is the exact opposite of what he imagined, right?Didn't he pounce on him, then start tearing his clothes, and then force the other party to submit?

Suddenly a sensitive part was pinched, and Harry exclaimed: "...Ah!" But the sound was not much different from before, it was more like moaning than surprise.

"You're more sensitive than I thought." Voldemort stared at his naked body, the corners of his mouth curled up.Could he not figure out what Harry was thinking?Of course he knew, because he'd been watching Harry closely for days.It's all said to be young and vigorous, and this is really suitable for Harry - all adolescent boys are like this, and they can't hold their breath at all.This is too easy for him to control.Do you still want to overwhelm him... He smiled slightly, and quickened his movements.

Harry was about to refute, but the feeling forced him to keep his mouth shut, lest there be a blushing and heartbeating sound when he opened his mouth.Patience is simply a kind of torture, he grasped the sheet under his body with both hands, feeling the blood and pleasure rushing to his brain in waves.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed again. "It's okay, you can make a sound." He said, "I have to be honest, the voice is quite charming." As he spoke, his hand movements became faster.

Another huge wave hit, and Harry just couldn't bring himself to shut him up, and then the feeling reached its peak. "...Stop..." Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed in front of his eyes.Then he fell back exhausted, breathing heavily like a dehydrated fish.

Voldemort looked at his hands, some liquid had been splashed on them. "Yes, this time lasts longer than your last time."

Harry could only pant, but when he heard this, his whole body turned red. "...How dare you say that!" Is peeking something aboveboard?

"If you do it, you do it. There is nothing you dare not say." Voldemort replied indifferently. "Have you finished your dream?"

Lying next to him, Harry realized that the other was still in his pajamas, and couldn't help feeling sick to his stomach.First strip him naked, then finish everything, and finally his clothes are still neat?It is really intolerable!He sat upright like a carp, ripped off the opponent's belt with his hands very accurately, and then stretched it in with lightning speed - he did it all with his blurred vision, which is really amazing.

"How could it be over?" Harry said angrily.But when he touched the target, his face flushed red all of a sudden.This is too... right...

And just as he stretched out his hand, Voldemort also reacted, and grabbed Harry's hand firmly with one hand: "Should I have warned you just now, boy?"

Harry heard that familiar tone of restraint again.He didn't think about anything else now, but just licked his lips subconsciously.

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The next morning, the students were all ready to pack up and go home.When Harry woke up in his own bed, his back was sore and his legs ached, and he thought it would be okay to clean up later in the evening, since the train was the day after tomorrow anyway.Ron wanted to ask him to go down to lunch with him, but seeing how sleepy he looked, he gave up.And when he woke up again, what greeted him was such an amazing news——

Lockhart was mad.