[HP] Seven Nights Talk

There are chattering voices everywhere in the classroom.Professor Quirrell stood on the podium, faltering, his face flushed.Harry's arrival seemed to have finally saved his language function. Before Harry could speak, he said, "No, it's okay, hurry up and find a place to sit down."

Now is Quirrell himself?A big question mark popped up in Harry's mind.He looked around and found that Ron had reserved a seat for him in the middle of the third row, so he walked over.Looks like he'll have to find out what happened in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Ron was looking forward to this class before, but now he has been disappointed.The classroom smelled of garlic, and Professor Quirrell was ignorant of their questions—in conclusion, there could be no more failed class.It was also because Quirrell had no prestige at all, so the first graders ignored him, and no one cared about what they said.

Harry looked around again, a little confused.what happened?Has Voldemort on Quirrell forgotten the diary?Was he nervous for nothing?

But obviously, compared to his interest in Quirrell, Ron obviously felt that what Dumbledore said to him was more important.He had already received a letter from his family in the morning, and he knew something about Peter, so he was naturally more concerned about the follow-up progress now.Harry told him briefly, before and after, and silently apologized.

"I see," said Ron at last, thoughtfully, "Dumbledore recognized Peter that day. And no matter how you look at it, he shouldn't have thought about hiding for so many years, even if he was afraid of revenge from the remaining Death Eaters. Then Dumbledore used a little trick to get him to tell the truth."

Harry nodded.What Peter did did not make much sense logically, because when Sirius was chasing him, he could feign death and escape. If he hadn't betrayed the Potters, he could have sought the protection of the Order of the Phoenix.Dumbledore would have found a safe place for him to stay instead of having to play a mouse all the time.It was precisely because of Peter's guilty conscience that he was afraid that the news of his life would be known by Sirius—even though Sirius had already entered Azkaban—so he did this.However, there is one thing Ron doesn't know, that is, if Sirius hadn't fully confessed his guilt (no one knows that the secret agent has been replaced temporarily), no one in the Order of the Phoenix at that time believed that he would betray his parents.

But it was impossible for Ron to guess that it was him who issued the revealing spell.Hearing Fudge's attitude, his face wrinkled into a ball, obviously very unhappy. "Who would have known he was an Animagus? We thought it was just a normal mouse!"

"Fudge just needs someone to distract the public," Harry said succinctly.Even Sirius himself thought he had killed Peter, how could others guess that Peter was still alive?

"You're right, man!" Ron was clearly grateful for his understanding. "Speaking of which, although it may not be appropriate to say so, congratulations, Harry, you have a godfather." In the past few days, he already knew that Harry lived at the Muggle aunt's house, and that family's attitude towards him Can't really say good.In comparison, a godfather who was born in the wizarding world and was a good friend of Harry's parents was obviously more reliable. "But I don't know how he is doing now? You need to know Azkaban..."

Ron fell silent in the middle of speaking.Because he realized belatedly that a figure appeared on the textbook he had spread out, and someone had obviously walked behind them-quirrell, no doubt.He blushed for a moment, and stammered an apology: "I'm sorry, Professor." Although they dared to chat below, it didn't mean that they could still be justified when they were caught on the spot.

Quirrell didn't answer him.To be precise, he didn't notice Ron talking.His eyes were fixed on Harry - on the hem of Harry's clothes - and the expression on his face was intriguing.

Under this gaze, Harry moved forward inconspicuously, trying to block the space with the table.This action made Quirrell squint his eyes slightly, and then said: "Nice diary, Potter."

Harry's heart sank.Is it no matter what, as long as he has a diary on his body, it is impossible to escape the eyes of Quirrell Voldemort? "Uh, thank you, Professor." He replied dryly, praying in his heart that the other party would go away.

But Quirrell—or Voldemort—apparently didn't intend to. "Would you mind telling me where you bought the diary today?"

Harry had always been bad at lying, but he could only bite the bullet at this time.If he doesn't fool around now, the other party might really want to grab it—for Voldemort, it's too possible! "Diagon Alley," he continued to Ron, "a store I can't remember the name of, full of all sorts of old stuff."

Quirrell frowned at the answer, then nodded again. "Did you pick it yourself?"

For a moment, Harry didn't understand why the other party was asking this question, but he immediately thought of what he should associate with it.According to Voldemort, Quirrell believed that he was the diary that he had given to Lucius earlier, and its greatest function was to induce the people who wrote their thoughts on it to put their vitality into it.As long as he pretends to be mesmerized by the diary... "Yes," he admitted, "it has magic powers and helps me out with some problems."

After that answer, Harry swore he saw a smirk of triumph on the other's face.

Quirrell was finally satisfied with what he heard, and ordered a few more words, and walked to the edge of other people's positions to inspect.He left early for the start-of-term dinner and didn't get to see Peter captured by Dumbledore; but even then, that coward wasn't worth the risk.Lucius didn't know what he was doing, he clearly ordered the diary to be put away properly instead of throwing it in Diagon Alley to be bought by others!But luckily, the savior got it and started using it.If the diary gains enough power from the savior, it can exchange the savior's life for his own.From this point of view, his restoration of the physical body added another guarantee.

Harry didn't know that he had escaped a big trouble (at least for a long time), when he heard Ron, who was watching from the beginning to the end, say suddenly in shock: "Merlin! Stop stuttering!"

In this class, Harry was completely out of his mind.Because he really wanted to call out Voldemort to ask about things, but he was worried that Quirrell would notice him, so he almost went crazy.When get out of class was over, as soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, he started calling for people.He could roughly estimate Quirrell's attitude, but he couldn't confirm it, so he naturally asked Voldemort what to do next.

Voldemort's voice seemed to yawn. "It's okay, he won't trouble you for a while."

"You lied to him again?" Harry was stunned for a moment, and then retorted: "It's obviously asking for trouble for you, right?" None of his business!Then he thought of another question, "Can he find out where you are no matter what?"

"I thought you knew we were the same person, albeit in different soul pieces." Voldemort skipped Harry's retort and only answered the latter sentence.

Is it a soul connection?Harry really wanted to say how he would know that he hadn't split his soul, but he held back in the end. "That is to say, if you are far away, you may not be able to detect it, but you will definitely notice it when you are close?"

Voldemort paused, seeming to have guessed what the subtext Harry hadn't mentioned - under normal circumstances, soul pieces should be aware of the existence of other soul pieces, but he split too many times, causing this connection to become weak Get up, especially at a distance. "Almost." He said firmly.

Harry paid no attention to his tone. "That is to say, you knew early on that you couldn't hide it, so you simply lied to him that you were a diary... He has no body now, so it is impossible to go to old Malfoy to check... So, you have already figured out how to deal with him ,Yeah?"

Voldemort was reluctant to admit that Harry was right this time.How could it be possible for a man like him to seek out his former subordinates when he was at his weakest?He was worried about them, and it turned out he was.And now he created a false impression for the other party. Lucius hadn't kept the diary properly in the past ten years, so it was even more impossible for the other party to go to Lucius to check.This is necessary, because it is less likely for him who has turned into a diary to go to the Death Eater than if he has no body; in order to succeed, he must not allow the other party to have new assistance, no matter how much or how little.

His silence was taken as acquiescence by Harry, and he couldn't help becoming a little vigilant. "If you want to make a comeback, I certainly won't let you succeed."

"It's really what the savior would say." Voldemort didn't even bother to roll his eyes now.Because he'd spent two or three months trying to figure it out, Harry didn't have to claim that he knew.

Harry recognized his casual tone this time.He really couldn't figure out why Voldemort still had so much confidence in himself under such circumstances.Isn't Voldemort a diary anyway? !Then again, Reaper's request didn't say that he couldn't continue to kill the other Voldemorts... The diary certainly couldn't stop him!