[HP] Seven Nights Talk

The two returned to the orphanage together.Everyone else had finished eating, so it was just the two of them at the table.Tom didn't look sideways, and seemed to be trying to keep his eyes from falling on Harry.Harry, on the other hand, looked at him directly several times and advised him to eat more.Of course, he didn't get much effect.

This mode of getting along stunned Mrs. Cole, whose room was near the hall.She came out after Tom had gone upstairs first, and said to Harry, who was clearing the table, "How did you do it, Harry?"

"What?" Harry asked back.But he was thinking in his heart, why is everyone asking him the same question today?

"Tom," said Mrs. Cole, with wonder in her tone, "he didn't refuse you."

"Um... I'm assuming you mean he's been rejecting people?" Harry asked slightly curiously.

Mrs. Cole spread her hands to him, looking helpless. "We all know he can do it all by himself. So why does he need a companion?"

Harry nodded.He had already heard this conclusion, when Dumbledore gave him memory lessons. "Then, I don't think he regards me as his companion. Perhaps it's all right if I speak more positively."

Mrs. Cole was even more surprised. "So you know?" She carefully glanced at the stairwell, as if she was afraid of being overheard. "But he didn't look at you just now...I have to be honest, this has never happened before."

From her hesitant expression, Harry saw what she meant.Nothing frightened Tom, it was always Tom who frightened other people.So the normal situation should be that others avoid Tom's sight, or simply avoid Tom.And Tom's behavior just now seemed to be reversed, although he did not run away.

"I don't know why," Harry finally replied.

Mrs. Cole looked a bit disappointed, but she quickly returned to normal. "Anyway, it's been pretty good lately." She nodded to Harry, and went back into the room.

And when Harry returned to Tom's room, he was greeted by a new scene - Tom was sitting on the bed covered with gray blankets, which had not changed; but beside him was a small cardboard box , while the wardrobe door was still open.He was staring at a point in the void in front of him, and the sound of the door opening only made him tilt his head slightly.

Harry walked up to him and saw that there was no focus in those black eyes.But they swayed slightly, clearly trying to ignore his presence. "I see you're ready," he said declaratively.

"You already knew that, didn't you?" Tom answered him in a low voice that didn't suit his age. "Even if you say it's a fair deal, you already know everything, right?" He picked up the cardboard box and shook it twice, and the things inside collided with each other, making a ping-pong-pong sound. "Including what are they and how did they come about?"

Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out.He felt that Tom's mood was as low as his voice, and it was difficult for him to think of the right words.Neither consolation nor deceit is appropriate...

"Looks like I'm right." Finally, Tom's eyes were no longer blank, but fixed on Harry's face. "You really know—then why did you agree? Is this one-way game fun? Are you enjoying it so much?" The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and with a shake of his hand, he threw the entire carton out. Make a small sound.The lid of the carton slipped off during this process, and the contents inside were scattered all over the place, and the Youyou puller rolled the farthest.

Harry looked down at the bauble at his feet.Just like in his memory, they were all ordinary items. "I do know about your magpie-like hobby." He looked up, ignoring Tom's more angry eyes. "But you don't want to know about those things, Tom?"

Tom did not answer him for a moment. "You said you just wanted to hear me say it," he said, a little gruffly with anger, "you wanted to hear what I said? I did something wrong, I'm sorry? Then send these things back, Apologize to those people again?" He took a deep breath, "If you just want to trade this for those things, then I will do it. Are you satisfied?"

He spoke the last two sentences clearly and calmly, which was quite different from his previous action of throwing boxes.Harry looked at him and realized that even though he knew so much about Tom, he still couldn't predict exactly how he would react to a certain situation. "I guess you took my last remark as a threat," he said softly, bending slightly so that his eyes met Tom's, "I do want to hear it; but if you If you think so, then I would rather you not do it."

"'I'd rather you didn't'?" Tom retorted sharply. "You're asking for something beyond my ability." Not only was there no point in pretending, it would make him appear even more stupid.That being the case, it is better to fully explain his intentions.For example, now, he felt that Harry wanted him to exchange his sincere repentance for those power-related things that he really wanted to know.

"I thought I made it clear. I'm not threatening you, and I don't want to threaten you." Harry wasn't irritated by him, but felt his heart ache again for his logical direction. "A grudging and false apology will do nothing. It will only make you slide into a darker abyss. If you can't do it now, don't do it; I'll still tell you what you want to know, as long as it's in my In the range."

Tom stopped, and began to study Harry's expression again.He didn't see any trace of lying on that face, and some surprise showed: "Why did you do this?" He didn't mention the benefits now, Harry would understand him anyway.

"Because if I don't tell you, you'll know soon enough," said Harry.

"Know what?" Tom asked quickly.

"Know that we're all wizards," Harry replied.Meanwhile, his eyes watched Tom's reaction without blinking.

Tom frowned slightly, but soon cheered up. "I knew it! I knew it, I'm different from them!" Then he was the same as when he saw Harry in front of him, the excitement on his face quickly cooled down. "Us?" he questioned, "but why can't I do the things you can do? You do teleport right under people's noses, right? And make that crackling sound? I actually Should have heard."

What a sharp fellow, Harry thought. "Apparition," he added for Tom, "a form of teleportation used by wizards." But not everyone made a sound when they Apparated, and two were completely silent: one was Dumbledore. , and the other is Voldemort - the future Tom.But Harry thought it best not to say that, or Tom's tail would be raised too high.

While there were many negative thoughts about Harry as a person, Tom's interest was piqued by the topic. "One type?" He asked curiously, "Then there are others?"

That's how the gates were opened.In fact, Tom is so eager to know all about wizarding that Harry ends up chasing him to bed: "It's too late, Tom. You're only eleven, you can't go to bed that late."

"One last question..." Tom was still struggling.Although Harry is not a master at telling stories, but fortunately what he tells is fascinating enough, at least Tom thinks so.Now he had almost completely forgotten about his little box of loot and his prejudice against Harry.

"Shall I remind you that this is your fifth 'last question'?" Harry scowled - he never thought he'd have such a day against Voldemort, even as a teenager - In the sternest voice he could have said, "If you cooperate enough, I can continue talking to you tomorrow."

Tom pursed his lips and pulled up the quilt reluctantly.His problems weren't over, though, especially when he saw Harry pull a stick that was roughly three palms long from a pocket that couldn't fit in one hand. "Your wand, isn't it?"

Harry answered him with action—with a wave of his wand, the overturned box turned itself over, and all the bric-a-brac scattered on the floor jumped into the box, and the lid closed; The thing flew up by itself and returned to its proper shelf in the closet. "Now you see it," he said.

"Can I touch it?" Tom said suddenly.

Harry was about to put his wand back when he glanced at Tom. "You can't use it now," he said. "You'll bring in the Ministry of Magic, and we'll both be in trouble."

"You've already said it, something like a Zosi, right?" Tom rolled his eyes into the air, "I don't know how to use it, I just want to touch it."

Harry gave him another look, said nothing more, and simply handed him his wand.

Tom took it, and the expression on his face changed immediately.Since they were destined to use twin wands, he felt the heat run from the wand down to his fingertips and then all over his body.But he didn't know the reason yet, he just felt that it was power, something he longed for, something that could achieve all purposes if he had it.

The feeling filled Tom's mind so much that he pointed the tip of his wand directly at its owner: "You're so gullible." He sneered, but was then annoyed to see that Harry hadn't responded to it.

"Tom." Harry called him softly. "What do you want to do with my wand? You haven't even started Charms yet."

For just a split second, Tom realized that he was being carried away by the feeling.Harry had acted so benignly and harmlessly that he was paralyzed, forgetting that this man was actually stronger than him.Someday he'll have his own wand, he doesn't have enough power yet; even if he wants revenge, it's too early now.But he's certainly not going to admit it, he's just saying, "You'll never know what I'm capable of."

"I have to admit that," Harry said, "you can do a lot of things, some things I can't think of at all." He took a step forward while talking, and it turned out that the magic wand of the virtual finger was pressed against his chest , but his expression remained unchanged. "I even know how far you can go—do you think there's nothing worse for a man than death?"

Tom's pupils dilated slightly.Although the other party's tone was calm and his words were normal, he felt a shudder inexplicably.Nothing frightened the man before him, not even death, he thought.Then he dismissed the idea, thinking it must be Harry's bluff, which was not the case at all. "People are afraid of death, aren't they?" he said through gritted teeth, feeling the pressure from Harry's body on the wand.

"Maybe you're right, and maybe I'm afraid of death too," said Harry noncommittally, "but you're mortal."

"No, there must be another way!" Tom objected loudly. "Magic! Otherwise, what's the use of magic for wizards?"

"The truth is, no one, even a wizard, lives forever," Harry replied.He seemed to completely ignore the wand between them and moved closer.Tom wasn't giving up yet, he knew it, because his ribs were starting to ache from the point of the holly stick.

Tom's eyes rolled quickly, as if trying to find a reason.Finally he finds it, just as he did at the beginning: "Because they're too stupid to think of it or find it."

"And you can, because you're smart enough to think and do it?" Harry asked softly. "Do you really think so?"

Tom should have protested loudly at a time like this; but he hesitated for a moment, wondering if, having said that, Harry would not find a new and compelling reason to contradict him.After all, all his knowledge about wizards now comes from Harry, and he is not so confident.And because of such a hesitation, he discovered another problem—he was holding the wand, but he was unconsciously retreating; Harry was unarmed, but he didn't intend to take back the wand at all; in the end, they were too close, So much so that he could smell the smell of cheap soap on the other party's body-that was also the uniform configuration of the orphanage.

"Why don't you get a better soap?" asked Tom, nose twisting. "It's just a wave of a wand for you, isn't it? It won't be tracked by the Ministry of Magic, will it?"

The subject was turned so abruptly that Harry's long-winded speech was useless.He looked at the face that was trying to control his timidity, and suddenly smiled: "This is the same as people will always die. Some things can never be avoided, and some things can never be done."

Tom muttered something that sounded like a "false moralist."Then he cleared his throat and asked again, "Why aren't you afraid at all?" He twirled his wand twice, "Because I can't spell any spells now?"

Harry was about to laugh now. "Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?"

"True, of course," said Tom without thinking.But he immediately regretted it a little, because he felt that Harry's expression was on the verge of not being able to help but laugh.

"Truth, you chose." Harry moved closer, their noses almost touching. "I didn't talk about the Unforgivable Curse just now, did I? But it's okay, I think you understand." He lowered his voice, "You always like to greet me with the Death Curse. But..."

"But what?" Tom's mind rang in alarm.He knew Harry wouldn't hurt him, but there was always a bad feeling about it.Also, what is "you always like to greet me with a death curse"?When will he curse something like this?

"But every time it's Napoleon at Waterloo," Harry replied.As if for emphasis, he added: "You know Napoleon, and you know Waterloo, don't you?"

Tom was speechless for a moment.Of course he knew that he was still walking on a five-hole stone bridge called Waterloo today!But before he became angry with embarrassment, he first thought of the description of the sentence just now, and realized an astonishing fact: "You...you are the future..." He let go of his hand, and the wand fell off.

"I know you know, but you don't have to say it," said Harry.His hand rested on Tom's side, just touching his wand. "I also know that you will take the initiative to return it to me, no matter what method you use."

The information about the future was so shocking that it took Tom a while to react.Yep, that would explain everything about Harry—returns in the future, so knowing anything about him in the past; conversely, they're close in the future; sworn enemies, perhaps, more likely than not. "So," he said through gritted teeth, "did you count this time in your record? Another Waterloo, huh?"

"If you don't mind." Harry stepped back, pocketing his wand again.

Tom continued to stare at him as he saw more of his problems. "Why would I want to kill you? How many times? Did I fail? Repeat? How could this be? And you don't care? And how did you…"

Harry gave him a stop sign. "You can't ask me to answer so many questions at once."

"Then answer one by one!" Tom was irritable.

"I'll repeat it a sixth time, 'It's time for you to sleep, now'," said Harry firmly. "Don't make me say it a seventh time." Then he closed the closet door and started making the bed on the floor.

Tom was still staring at him.sleep?How can it be?This guy must have done it on purpose, right?Deliberately get stuck in the most critical place, and prepare to make him sleepless at night!

The author has something to say: If V knows this in the future, he will definitely push Harry to the bed and perform the Fa-rectification [-] times [Hey]