[HP] Seven Nights Talk

After Christmas, the atmosphere in the castle is still very lively.The students were obsessed with prom, and it did seem to lead to a few couples.

It had nothing to do with Harry anyway.In order to prevent others from seeing his flaws, he resumed his vacation schedule, going to the library when he should go to the library, and staying in the common room when he should be in the common room.

There is probably only one thing that must be mentioned.Every time Qiu saw Harry after the dance, he bit his lower lip slightly.He knew what it meant, but he certainly couldn't continue to use her as a shield, so he had to say sorry.And Voldemort didn't seem to care about this at all, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, he would have danced with a girl who wouldn't like him if he knew it.

Ron was rather shocked by this development.Although he didn't have much interest in Qiu, he couldn't deny that Qiu was indeed pretty.This diverted his attention from Hermione being Krum's partner, and pressed him for a few words, which Harry brushed off.

"Well, since you said so." Ron finally shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Anyway, on your terms..." He didn't continue, but it was clear what would happen next.

"Speaking of which, don't you think Hermione is a pretty girl too?" Harry took the time to remind him.Hermione went to the library alone, and this opportunity couldn't have been better-he had never dared to admit to Hermione that he hadn't given up the idea of ​​matching them up.

Ron's eyes lit up. "Yes," he nodded, "I didn't even recognize her when she changed into that blue light purple gown!"

Harry snickered inwardly.Isn't that great?But then he stopped laughing, because Ron went on to say, "So you like her, Harry! Would you have said so earlier?" He ignored the shocked look on Harry's face and continued thinking : "No, you didn't know about this either!"

Seeing his sudden nervous expression, Harry was almost powerless. "Don't you think..." He tried to steer Ron in another direction, "She..."

Ron thought he understood Harry's difficulty. "She's been taken first by Krum now, that's indeed a problem." He was a little distressed, and then became determined: "Although as a Quidditch player, I like Krum very much; but you are my friend after all, I must be on your side!" Then he pressed Harry's shoulders, brought their heads closer together, and said mysteriously: "Look, he's only here for a year, and when he leaves, you'll have Absolute advantage, isn't it? Actually, I've always thought you two are a good match, especially when it comes to homework."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at his double-talk.It didn't occur to him that Ron had drawn a red line between him and Hermione where he hadn't noticed.That chokes off his next words—"I don't like her, you should like her"—what does that sound like?

Fortunately, Ron was so nervous that he didn't tell the matter, but just kept it a secret.Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want any accidents. You must know that there are a lot of people in Hogwarts now. If word spreads, at least Krum will come to him for a duel.Another day later, the Christmas Ball of the Hogwarts Triwizard Tournament was also published in the "Daily Prophet", which was still a very standard report.Harry saw that Rita was really smart in some ways, for example, she didn't touch Hermione and Hagrid this time.However, he thought she was probably looking for other revelations, and he waited to pick up the trick.

Then the new year came.It wouldn't have mattered, if Harry hadn't known that this time was a shadow for someone.And it was probably lucky, when he was thinking about this, he bumped into someone face to face in the corridor.

"Pay attention to the road, Harry." Voldemort was a little helpless.His boy is always absent-minded sometimes.

There was no one around, Harry rubbed his forehead, couldn't help but looked him carefully several times. "You look...well?" he asked tentatively.

"Of course," Voldemort replied, "but the question sounds like you're delusional?"

Harry stared at his face, trying to pick out signs of lying, but he failed. "Well," he muttered, thinking it wasn't the first time he had experienced Voldemort's duplicity, "then happy birthday to you."

Voldemort was a little taken aback, but he recovered quickly. "Thanks." He looked at Harry, and for a moment wanted to rub the messy black head, but finally got it under control.

To be honest, he has not remembered his birthday for many years, because there is nothing to remember.If he hadn't stayed with Harry for a few years and saw Harry's anticipation for the birthday gift, he would probably continue to forget it.No one remembered this since he was a child, and he completely ignored it on purpose.What other people said to him would probably only bring back bad memories in him, and then he would become irritable; but Harry deliberately turned his eyes to the other side and said awkwardly, which made him swallow back the truth he wanted to say, and became A thank you.

The reaction was surprisingly calm for Harry.He blinked to be sure of it.Then he noticed the man was wearing a cloak, and realized that Voldemort was about to leave the castle. "You want to go out?" Speaking of which, could Voldemort go farther than Hogsmeade alone now?Or find a place to give opportunities to the opponents?

"Yes." Voldemort followed his gaze to the corner of his clothes, "I have something to deal with."

Harry stared at him sensitively. "is that one……"

"Not that," interrupted Voldemort. "Haven't heard from him lately. I guess I'll have to go and see for myself." He lowered his voice so no third person could overhear him.

Harry opened his mouth to say that he would come too, but thought that was impossible.Voldemort had probably made up a perfect excuse for himself that he was different.If they hadn't collided here, he probably wouldn't have known anything.

Voldemort could easily guess what he was going to say. "It has nothing to do with what you think. It's just a trial, there's no need to go all of them." He said, "I'll be back before school starts, so be careful yourself."

Be careful?Because there are two Death Eaters in the castle?Or not revealing?Harry thought. "By the way," he asked, "what did you say to Karkaroff?"

"I'll talk about it when I get back." Voldemort curled his lips, apparently not feeling very well about Karkaroff.He raised his eyes, and quickly scanned around the bottom of the stairs behind Harry, "It's almost there, you should hurry back to the tower, Harry."

Harry stared at him closely, dissatisfied.

"It's two different things whether you can find it or not." Voldemort started to go downstairs again, and said as he passed Harry, "Think about what's in your head, it's here with me." Then he walked over and raised his head. The voice greeted, "What a coincidence, Severus?"

Harry was still wondering if what was in his head was the last piece of soul that Voldemort had to take back when he was taken aback by the next sentence.He looked back, and sure enough, he saw the Potions professor coming out from the other end. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or something else.There was a forced smile on that sallow face, and the black eyes shifted from him and Voldemort like drills. "Professor Roald, it looks like you have a good relationship with Potter?"

"As you can see," replied Voldemort, with the usual smirk on his face, "not bad."

Snape's lips twitched, and Harry was ready to say anything bad about him.But he didn't say anything at last, just snorted. "Aren't you planning to go out?"

"Ah, I almost forgot, I was still in a hurry." Voldemort nodded to Harry, "Remember what I told you just now." Then he walked down the stairs, deliberately tucked behind Snape, and the two of them The backs disappeared together.

Harry stared at it, not realizing it until they were gone.Voldemort no doubt warned Karkaroff, who presumably told Snape; it's just that Voldemort wasn't planning to show his feet to the members of the Order just yet, so Snape didn't know anything.He had no doubt that Snape would tell Dumbledore about their meeting just now, and he couldn't help but secretly wiped his cold sweat—fortunately, he didn't jump up and say that he must go out just now, otherwise he would definitely be found abnormal.

As for the piece of soul in his head... Harry reached out and touched the scar.It hadn't hurt in so long that he'd almost forgotten about it.Voldemort meant, no doubt, to take it back.Of course he knew that, and it dawned on him now that Voldemort had always remembered that he was going to put this matter to the end - probably because of technical difficulties, as no one had made a living Horcrux before then.

If the ring is dealt with first, will the soul piece in his head regain self-awareness?

Harry shuddered at the idea.The prospect is a bit dire.But then he thought of Voldemort's reaction when he tried to possess him during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries - they both screamed in pain, their heads exploded, so that Voldemort left his body within seconds Body.That's fine, isn't it?

But it's too early to think about that.Harry started to move, wondering where the ring would be now.Ministry of Magic?Or Little Hangleton?It is certainly impossible for Voldemort to let the Death Eaters vigorously look for another self, so in the end he has to do it himself.

Then Harry thought of what they had just said.Basically, it can be called calm and rational, which was never possible before.That was probably what Voldemort wanted, he thought, a partnership of mutual benefit.But how is it possible, he will definitely make that guy behave for a while!