[HP] Seven Nights Talk

There is no answer to this question.Except for this, the night was passed peacefully as Voldemort said.But Harry didn't feel sleepy at all, and lay with his eyes open until dawn, his mind always in a mess.

According to the time of Dumbledore's arrival, the Order of the Phoenix really spread eyeliner around the arena.The ring couldn't pass up any chance to get his blood and kill him, of course it would come.He couldn't say he didn't think of it when he knew he could watch the World Cup—after all, he was always on the alert for the ring to appear, and it's impossible for so many people in the Order of the Phoenix not to think of it—but he didn't show that he objected.

Since he wanted to beat the Order of the Phoenix, he wondered if that meant something else to Voldemort.After all, it is possible for the ring to approach him quietly without attracting the attention of others, and it is also possible for the ring to be caught by the Order of the Phoenix before it approaches him.

In the former case, he would have encountered the ring head-on; in the latter case, the ring might have been dealt with before Voldemort could take it back.And judging from today's situation, the latter may be bigger - Dumbledore is almost grabbing the ring.

This would of course make Voldemort furious, Harry thought, and Voldemort wouldn't want to see any part of himself killed.If the ring was still staring at him, then the Order of the Phoenix might catch the ring next time.Voldemort's solution is of course to draw the bottom line, so that the Order of the Phoenix can no longer intervene in this matter.

So is this the reason for not telling him?Because he acted too defensive about the ring, like treating two people?Was Voldemort afraid to tell him that he would sabotage the plan from it?Or would he prefer to help the Order of the Phoenix?Perhaps the current situation, in Voldemort's view, he did not refuse to come to the Quidditch World Cup is an obvious bias, whether intentional or not?After all, Voldemort pretended not to know him before the start of the match. Apart from not being discovered, it was more likely that he was not part of the other party's plan?

Harry felt bad for his guess.He thought of what had happened in the past few years, and couldn't help but bury his head deeply in the quilt.

He obviously did some things, such as preventing those vicious events——the Dark Mark and the parade of men in black bullying Muggles that no longer appeared tonight; but now, he feels that this is not enough——

Should the escaped Death Eaters be captured?Or does it make no difference in Azkaban or anywhere as long as they stop doing evil?Or could an eternal prison or a dementor's kiss be worth the price of their previous mistakes?

The ring killed innocent people, and logically there was more than enough to die.Is being taken back by Voldemort a form of death?Or is it the only correct way to completely destroy it, as Dumbledore had done before?

In the end it was the two of them.Originally, there was only the possibility of Avada Kedavra, but it became a partner who had to advance and retreat together.Is not being able to kill each other an alternative, or is it an outright conspiracy?

He doesn't want to see who dies, he wants to save all the regrets.But in the past seven years, can we really accomplish so many things and recover so many regrets?Maybe seven years is just a process, and there is no need for such a high requirement, as long as the god of death can realize it; but if it is really just a process, is there something missing from the result he originally expected?

Voldemort...

Is he becoming more and more greedy?

Harry never knew he could think so much.Maybe it's growth, maybe it's experience, maybe it's something else.Anyway, this feeling can never be called a happy mood, so that he was not happy when he was sitting on the Hogwarts Express.

Hermione sat next to him, looking up from a book of Standard Spells, Level [-]. "Harry, what's the matter with you?" she asked suspiciously, "I thought you just watched the Quidditch World Cup and you should be very excited?"

Ron, who was sitting across from him, was eating a cauldron cake. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Harry. "Yeah," he echoed, his voice muffled by the food, "you didn't even say anything about Krum's game, did you? Did you say a few words during our discussion?"

"No, I just didn't sleep well." Harry lied.To be honest, he did not sleep well, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he looked listless.Sirius thought he'd had a bed, and decided to tuck his 12 Grimmauld Place bed into the tent next time.

Ron glanced at him twice and found nothing wrong, so he lowered his head and ate the cake again.And Hermione was still staring at him suspiciously.Why did she feel that Harry had other deeper reasons?That kind of low energy is about to emerge from the body. "Lockhart is like that, surely he can't teach us anymore? Then there should be a new professor coming this semester..." She tried to cheer Harry up, "I heard he's on the train right now?"

"Yeah, that's right," Ron continued vaguely, "I heard from Mad-Eye and Daddy that Professor Dumbledore intended him to take the - you know, no one wanted that - but Then somebody got drafted. If you ask me, luckily it wasn't Lupine—not that he's bad, but it's bad to know he's a werewolf.”

Hermione would have liked Harry to say a few more words, but her attention was now drawn away. "Who's Mad-Eye?" And when Ron explained this clearly, she saw Harry staring blankly at the passing river outside the window, deaf to their conversation.Is there something wrong with Harry?

"Whoever it is, I hope he's better than Lockhart and Quirrell." Ron concluded after eating the last piece of cake. "Otherwise, how can we deal with this troubled position, right?"

Harry thought about which car the Gold Cup, which had slipped away before he got into the car, was probably sitting now.Although Voldemort had told him before he left this time, the original feeling of not being strong was still lingering.Can't you just stop thinking so much and grab the ring back with the two of you... He thought sullenly.

And as if to deny his idea, a large group of people suddenly passed by their box, very lively.A few words passed through the glass on the box door to his ears, such as "so handsome", "new professor", "you will blush when you talk to him".

Ron heard it too. "No way?" He said in surprise, "This situation is stronger than that of Lockhart..." He showed a look of suspicion, obviously impressed by Lockhart's ostentation.

Hermione also frowned, but didn't draw a conclusion directly. "I think it's too early to say that."

Neither of them noticed, and Harry's expression changed quickly.Meanwhile, Voldemort had finished dealing with the curious students, drew the curtain of his own compartment, and sat down with a serene countenance.He unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table, and then looked out the window.

Since Harry thought so, so be it.It wasn't a coincidence that Harry would reach out to him, because the Savior would reach out to whoever was lying under that chair, right?Speaking of which, he and he are really two completely opposite personalities.Indeed, in the beginning, they were not along the way.Probably they were all confused by the boring request of the god of death before, and it was not something he originally thought.

Ridiculously, he actually thought it would happen?I'm afraid it's just the right time and place plus physical instinct.Thinking of this, Voldemort chuckled lowly.He thought he could always see through the tricks of God of Death, but he was still on the right path?

When the Hogwarts Express arrived, it was already pitch black outside, and it was still raining heavily.They ran into Hagrid, and Ron sympathized with the first years who had to take a boat across the lake in this weather, because the wagons for the seniors had at least a roof.Harry still didn't say anything, but the object of his daze at this time became a Thestral pulling a cart, the kind of animal that only people who have seen death can see according to legend.Both Hermione and Ron thought he was staring blankly at the heavy rain, but Luna, who was in the same car, looked at his expression and said nothing.

After the carriage arrived at the castle, just walking from the steps to the gate of the castle made everyone drenched.However, this did not attract Harry's attention. Together with the crowd, he avoided Peeves who was throwing water bombs down, hoping to get sorted and eat quickly.Then he could go back to rest and clear his head before talking to Voldemort.Surely Ring wasn't going to run into heavily guarded Hogwarts by himself anyway, so he'd have plenty of time, right?

The next half hour was normal.It wasn't until the end of the dinner that Dumbledore stood up, said a few rules for the new school year, and then began to introduce the new professor to everyone.Most people responded positively to this, but some could not help but doubt it because of Lockhart.Anyway, based on what Harry saw, the girls fell for almost an instant; and at the teacher's table, Snape's face was particularly ugly.

"Hey, did you see that?" Ron pointed to Harry under the table, pointing in Snape's direction, "It doesn't matter if this new Professor Roald is Fudge's or not, but just because he can make Snape Poo couldn't get a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so I decided I liked him!"

I'm afraid there's more to it than teaching, Harry thought, but didn't say it.Then he rolled his eyes, meeting Voldemort's eyes.The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Voldemort smiled at him, and sat down.

Immediately there was a flurry of gasps and low screams all around. "Harry! Was he looking at you just now?" Hermione grabbed Harry's sleeve and said in a voice that was about to suffocate: "He knows you? You know him? He didn't know you during the World Cup, Isn't it?"

"...in the middle of the World Cup, actually." Harry thought he had to admit it.Dumbledore saw it all...

Ron's and Hermione's eyes flicked to him instantly, as did everyone else around them. "You should have said that earlier!" Ron said in surprise. "None of us know!"

"I... just forgot for a while," Harry replied, not daring to tell the truth. "It was in the middle of the Quidditch World Cup. You know, I forget everything else when I see the game."

It was only then that Ron remembered that Harry seemed to have gone out once in the middle.He wanted to ask something else, but Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, drowning out the noise in the Great Hall. "I have one more announcement to make. Quidditch will be canceled this year. We will be holding a Triwizard Tournament with two other ancient wizarding schools in Europe."

There was a moment of silence, and then an explosion.Dumbledore waited for them before going on to say anything else about the match.Harry didn't listen much, just glanced past the teacher's table now and then.But since that glance just now, Voldemort has been talking to Professor Victor, the witch who teaches arithmetic and divination, without raising his head.

"...This competition is quite dangerous. No matter how many protective measures are taken, it will be unavoidable to be surprised. Therefore, after discussing it, we decided to impose some restrictions on the applicants. Participants must be over 17 years old, and those under this age need to obtain a guardian's license signed letter."

This remark caused the auditorium to explode again.Countless students in the lower grades are protesting against this regulation, and no one wants to participate, and no one doesn't want to be the one who wins honor for Hogwarts.But Harry froze - where did the guardian thing come from?He hurriedly looked at Voldemort again, but it was still only half-faced.

Everyone was still talking about it when they walked back to the tower.

"Do you think it is possible for my mother to agree to sign for me? No, or, how can I get her to sign for me? Give her a blank piece of paper, and I will take it to the school after signing. Is it possible? Chong With the reward of one thousand Galleons, I want to participate too!" Ron kept imagining.

Contrary to his excitement, Neville was scowling. "My grandma would have said yes," he said. "She always thought it would be a credit to the Longbottoms to ask me. What if she said yes and I wasn't chosen?"

Hermione still looked disbelieving. "You're all mad?" she whispered. "Death! Death! Don't you hear?"

But the boys were so engrossed in the prospect of great honor and fortune that no one listened to her.So Hermione could only turn to Harry, asking for help, "Harry, you don't want to go, do you?"

"I don't know," said Harry vaguely. "I need a moment to think about it. Or talk it over with Sirius."

Hermione's face looked better, and she believed that Sirius would not let Harry risk his life.

In fact, after they had all climbed into their four-poster beds, Harry had just produced the goblet when it began to speak. "Bagman from the Department of Magical Sports needs some money, and Crouch from the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation needs some face."

This blocked Harry's question.He had to admit that Voldemort was indeed able to capture people's hearts.Therefore, the change of entry conditions came from the Ministry of Magic, and he knew that it was impossible to just install a little Barty.He looked at the golden cup again, and asked tentatively: "...how do you think I will participate again? Fair and honest?"

"It's the goblet that makes the decision. I won't touch it." Voldemort didn't answer him directly.

Harry wanted to see his attitude, but now, his old sense of powerlessness came back.After trying to make up his mind between the two of them, Voldemort now seemed to be practicing a nonchalant attitude.But if that is the case, why have the conditions been eased?You must know that with Sirius' personality, it is not easy to sign him under such circumstances, but it cannot be too difficult.Voldemort should have seen his attitude - after all, why couldn't this guy be more honest?

He didn't know, he thought what Voldemort could guess and what Voldemort really thought were two directions.

The author has something to say:

I feel that the death of V in the original book is very dramatic... It’s fine if the elderberry wand doesn’t listen to V’s control, why did it just kill him in the opposite direction?If you obey Harry's order, Harry is obviously calling to disarm you, right?I haven’t figured it out [I thought that JKR didn’t want the protagonist to kill, but let the villain kill himself. The reason is the same as half of the countries in the world (including the UK) have no death penalty.