[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Although Harry felt that the atmosphere of this Christmas Eve was not very good, considering the composition of the personnel (from the Dark Lord to the Savior, from the White Wizard to the Death Eaters), it was a very good result not to fight, in any sense That's the way it is.

Sirius was due to leave the next day, said to be "unbearable to be at the same table with the snot for too long".He had changed his mind a bit, thinking Harry would be better off going to 12 Grimmauld Place with him if he stayed at school with Voldemort, but Harry's answer made his expression change several shades - because Harry was very sorry to tell him , he may have something.After Sirius' persistent questioning, Harry could only embarrassingly express that Voldemort's birthday was coming soon, and he couldn't bring Voldemort to the godfather's house for this day.

Of course, the last sentence was not said by Harry, but added by Sirius himself.He knew Harry's character very well, and the other party would not intentionally block him.But Voldemort... who's going to tell him why Voldemort needs to celebrate his birthday?Shouldn't a Dark Lord be completely uninterested in this?This reason sounds too normal, right?

Voldemort himself was indeed not interested in his own birthday, and even had an aversion to it.But if he could see Sirius' reaction, he wouldn't be shy about telling him that he'd rather have his cursed birthday than having Harry with a bunch of Order members who might make him feel guilty or tell the news.

Finally, after leaving a lot of reluctant instructions, Sirius left the school.Although he witnessed a lot of unexpected things this time, the doubts in his heart were not completely dispelled. At best, he believed that Voldemort was keeping Harry close because of that unknown restriction.

However, seeing that Snape was even more deflated than him, Sirius felt that he could probably think about further things - what would happen in the future to make Harry's choice acceptable to everyone?You know, he couldn't ask everyone to put Harry's life ahead of other goals like he did.And to be honest, he felt that he also needed a stronger reason to convince.So, when will that damn Horcrux be resolved?

Harry and Voldemort were also discussing this issue.This is not like the situation where the Order of the Phoenix is ​​almost blinded. The two of them know absolutely the most clearly about this matter, from the essence to the news.

"...Didn't you tell me last time that you discovered his whereabouts?" Harry asked suspiciously. "It's been several months since then, why is there no news at all?"

Voldemort shook his finger at him. "It's not that there is no news. At least he tried to call the old department, but found that all possibilities were stifled."

Harry knew what he was talking about.Voldemort cleaned up the ranks of Death Eaters, removing those who were unsteady, disloyal, or who just needed to pull the banner of the Dark Lord to realize their own selfish desires.In short, Voldemort built an army that only obeyed him.Although the number of people has been greatly reduced compared to before, if there is no need to use violent means to make others submit, Voldemort would not need so many morons at all.

"You mean, he's trying to find allies?" Harry asked, sensitively thinking of some less-than-expected directions: "Giants, werewolves, dementors..."

"No, no, I think that's a bit out of bounds." Voldemort disagreed with his conjecture, "You're talking about creatures that would only be willing to join if they saw enough power and benefits. But he's alone now... "

"You mean, he has to summon the Death Eaters first?" Harry quickly found himself in the right direction. "It's not easy." He murmured.

If he remembered correctly, the diehard Death Eaters had already been captured by Voldemort, and the ring would not make them turn against him, or even convince them.The rest of the Death Eaters weren't that reliable, and most of them were trying to collect all kinds of clues and then apply them to their own interests. It was impossible to believe that a person who needed their help urgently could be the real Dark Lord.

That said, the Ring is in a tough spot.

Voldemort gave him an appreciative look. "Actually, I have hinted to them that a little thing may have happened recently."

Looking at his expression, Harry finally understood what the other party was doing.In this way, as long as the ring dares to contact the Death Eaters, it is undoubtedly tantamount to exposing its whereabouts to Voldemort. "Are you waiting for him to be overwhelmed by himself, and then come to your door?"

"He can't take it anymore." Voldemort shrugged easily, as if the discussion wasn't part of him. "He moved the bones buried in Little Hangleton Cemetery. I think it is not impossible for him to find another faithful servant, but he did not use your blood."

What Voldemort didn't say was that, according to his past temperament, being willing to use something that was not perfect - such as the blood of an enemy - already showed that he was on the verge of losing control.But he hasn't completely given up yet, he hopes to gather some people to stand in front of him and act as a pioneer for him before the real start.And once he finds out that this matter is completely impossible to succeed, it will have to be his turn to play.

Harry blinked, thinking of what Voldemort said when he was resurrected before - the blood of the enemy who hated him the most can give him the greatest power. "Then he's weaker than you were before," Harry analyzed clearly, and thought of one more thing: "And he doesn't have a yew wand yet." Ollivander's second wand, suitable for Voldemort, was also picked away Well, the ring wouldn't work as well with any other wand - Harry was relieved at the thought.

"That's right." Voldemort affirmed. "So we don't need to look for him all over the world. It is enough for the Order of the Phoenix to do this. Because, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will not give up on myself."

That last sentence sounded odd, but Harry caught it.Although Voldemort used "he" for the ring in one description, it was only for clarity.In fact, Voldemort had already engraved the ring on himself, thinking that this matter would succeed sooner or later.But that's what they're aiming for, including the piece of his head.

Harry rubbed his forehead unconsciously, thinking of the previous headache.He is now paying attention to using Occlumency, so there must have been no abnormalities in the soul piece before, right?

"What's the matter?" Voldemort couldn't help asking when he saw his movements.Ever since the fainting incident, Harry's actions always gave him a bad feeling.

"No, no." Harry pulled his mind back, thinking that he must know too much to think too much, to guess that the cause of the headache was the Soul Slice - the ring was still alive and kicking, that couldn't happen. "I just want to know how long it will take for you to come back?"

Voldemort soon realized that Harry was asking when the Ring came to him. "I won't come soon, I haven't given up yet." He replied, "But if I decide to come, I can't be quiet."

This Harry knew it well, and he laughed. "That is to say, we can wait for someone to fight now? I don't like it very much."

Voldemort gave him a stern look. "But I like it that way." It would be ugly if the whole world couldn't find a part of himself...and he needs time to do real things, like get ready to grab the ring... …

Seeing his not-so-good expression, Harry couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing.

At the end of the Christmas break, the students returned to the castle.Ron and Hermione both brought Harry something, and Hermione got a tan.They didn't know what happened before Christmas, and Harry wasn't going to tell, or it would be useless to worry.After communicating with Ron, Harry thought that it was definitely a good treat for him to receive Hermione's kangaroo meat at Christmas - because from the same person, Ron received a copy of the book that would automatically remind lessons and review Study tables (again, Harry is glad his grades were good enough).

Then they plunged into a course that was even more intense than the previous semester.Harry sometimes thought of the Defense Society they had stopped before, and then thought that there were more students now at a better level.There are many ways to solve a problem, and he thinks the latter is better than the former.

Winter is passing by and spring is coming, and the first week of summer is coming soon.During this time, Harry hadn't had another headache, so he insisted that it was punishment for trying to tell the future.There was a chance to go to Hogsmeade after Valentine's Day, and then Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw in the second Quidditch season.Cho stormed off the field crying, and there was nothing Harry could do.

At the same time, the OWLs exams are approaching.All fifth graders are scheduled to have a conversation with the Dean prior to their exams for career orientation advice.Harry was scheduled for the afternoon.When he entered the dean's office, he obviously noticed that Professor McGonagall's whole body stiffened instantly.Then he thought about how exciting the news that the Dark Lord and the Savior were in love, and how he was alone now, felt that he should be considerate of each other. "Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall's voice was also stiff. "Have you read all the forms that have been sent? Do you have any intentions?"

Harry let out a silent sigh inwardly.He had thought about this before, and the answer was that there was no answer.This is not because he lacks goals in life, but because he is likely to go to another world after graduation-he will definitely do what he wanted to do before.But this obviously cannot be said, so he answered his previous answer in a regular manner. "Auror."

Professor McGonagall was instantly shocked. "Auror?" she asked back, and when she met Harry's gaze, she realized she was overly surprised. "Ah, oh, I'm just saying that your grades are perfectly qualified, Mr. Potter." She finally glanced at Harry. "Actually, with your grades, these occupations are eligible."

Harry nodded.Of course he knew, but did Professor McGonagall suspect that he couldn't be a good Auror?

Sure enough, McGonagall hesitated and asked the next sentence: "Why are you quite an Auror, Mr. Potter?" If she is not mistaken, the current Auror office is in Chester's hands, right?If Harry really fell into the dark camp as some feared, Gasser would definitely be able to get in, why bother through recruitment?

Harry seriously considered whether Professor McGonagall would believe him if he told the fact that he hadn't spoken a few words to Chester.He eventually dismissed the tantalizing idea, though, since the involvement of escaped Death Eaters didn't help the conversation at all. "Because it's always been my dream to be an Auror," he answered matter-of-factly.

Professor McGonagall looked at him deeply.The matter was too complicated for Dumbledore to figure it out.But Harry said so, is it true?Doesn't mean anything else really?She could trust Harry like Sirius, the same as before?

Harry could see her mind wavering slightly. "I won't give up until I succeed."