[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Announce relationship?What's the deal?

The question was still swirling in Harry's head until a week later.He was unsurprisingly sure which answer he wanted, but Voldemort's attitude remained vague.In fact, he had asked the question cryptically, otherwise Harry wouldn't have figured it out.Yes, if you really say it, don't they have a teacher-student relationship on the surface?But of course, the Grim Reaper couldn't have given them such a simple question.

After all the troubles of the Quidditch World Cup, Harry felt a headache thinking about it now.In the end he decided, whatever Voldemort thought!Anyway, he knows what he wants, so just design it in the direction he wants!He didn't understand any hints!He wanted to see if Voldemort dared to tell him that they could return to the previous relationship!

Yes, Harry decided now that, even if he went it alone, he would get Voldemort to swallow those unknowable thoughts back.He realized that he had been misled by Voldemort, and that he had wasted his time on this matter before - if he can't think of it, just do it!

So Harry put the ring and other miscellaneous things aside, and started to concentrate on the entry permit for the Triwizard Tournament.According to his idea, don't mention any relationship, the premise is at least to announce.That also means that there needs to be a large enough public place, and it needs to be noticed by everyone.The Triwizard Tournament is a good time, as long as you become a Hogwarts warrior, there will be many opportunities for everyone to see.

Sirius completely disagreed at first.He is also a graduate of Hogwarts, and he is keen on taking risks. Of course, he has heard of this kind of game that was interrupted because it was too dangerous.But to be honest, he'd wanted to go as a student - James must have thought the same.So he understood Harry's urgency, and took it to be a trait similar to James's - Gryffindor boys were like that, hungry for adventure and honor.Of course, they are traits shared by many other boys.

Harry had to devote his time to writing a letter to his godfather every day.He couldn't tell Hermione about it, because the latter never thought it was something to look forward to; Ron knew, but Ron couldn't help Harry with it--he was too terrified himself, trying to find out in Wayne. Mrs. Sly asked her to sign a consent form without sending a Howler letter.He and Harry agreed that this was almost certainly impossible.

Few of the underage students had parental consent before the deadline.In the end, Fred and George thought of an opportunistic method. They wanted to lie that Malfoy had obtained permission, so that the parents would allow them to compete with Malfoy;

Harry thought the former was a good idea, because Sirius' tone had softened a bit.Then he wrote a final letter, including this when stating how many spells he had learned.In fact, he doesn't really need a consent form or an aging agent, because he is actually an adult; even if he doesn't drink an aging agent, he will still be able to sign up; If it is concealed, everyone will think that he has done other tricks, which is more likely to reveal his secrets.

As it turned out, Sirius' impression of the Malfoys was downright bad.He replied almost immediately. In addition to the signed consent form, there was also a large page of letter paper, telling Harry that he must and must defeat Malfoy. "If it wasn't you, it couldn't be Malfoy, it couldn't be Slytherin!" These were his exact words, and Harry guessed he must have thought of Snape as Head of Slytherin House.

But it wasn't so simple with the Weasley brothers.The Weasleys and the Malfoys were basically feuding, but Mrs. Weasley still didn't allow the children to take risks.Her attitude was so firm that Mr. Weasley, who was planning to sign the twin brothers, was also stopped.And she warns them not to try to play tricks, but apparently, that's the only way to stop Ron.

"It's a good thing we had the foresight." Fred sighed, swaying a small bottle furtively at Harry. "We've already ordered the age-boosters, there's no way mum will come to the school and search for it."

At this time they were all standing on the hillside in front of the castle, waiting to welcome the distinguished guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.The students stood behind their Heads of Houses, with the twins right in front of Harry and Ron.

"But at Christmas, Momma might break your legs." Ron said angrily.He didn't want to suffer this kind of bad luck at all, so he was ridiculed by the twin brothers for being timid.But in fact, what he thought was that Harry must sign up, then he must be hopeless, and he might as well find something for himself.It's just that he won't show this in front of the twin brothers.

"She'll only love us more if we can be Hogwarts heroes," said George, nudging Fred with his arm, "in a tone like 'Percy! You're the third in our family. Prefect!' That's it." He imitated Mrs. Weasley's excited tone perfectly.

"That makes sense." Fred agreed of course, and then said to Harry, "It's better to be Sirius. He sure didn't say he was going to break your leg, did he?"

This can poke a hornet's nest. "...What? Sirius agreed?" Hermione screamed.She was standing right behind Harry and had always thought it was impossible because Harry had been hiding it from her.She understood now, too, and her brown eyes glared at him angrily.

Harry felt a little guilty, he knew Hermione was worried for his safety.But he had already made up his mind, and he would not back down, so he just staggered his gaze.But with this mistake, he saw a faint gaze cast from ahead.It was Voldemort, looking deadpan.If it had been a few days ago, Harry would probably have thought about his inexplicable attitude again, but now he just stared back without hesitation.Voldemort's eyes flickered, and he looked away first.

"Keep quiet! Our guests are coming!" Professor McGonagall's voice stopped Hermione's next scolding.The Weasleys straightened up immediately, but she continued to stare at Harry.It allowed her to capture what was going on, even if only for a split second - there seemed to be a strange relationship between Harry and their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?She wondered, not sure.

Not long after, a huge carriage descended from the sky, and Mrs. Maxime arrived with Beauxbaton's students.Dumbledore greeted her and had them brought in.And then came Durmstrang's big boat. At first, everyone almost thought that a monster had floated out of the lake.

This time, everyone's performance was much more exciting than before.

Because Karkaroff was a death eater who was more greedy than Lucius Malfoy -- at least Malfoy didn't sell other Death Eaters to military courts.So as soon as he got to the shore, Harry saw that he was looking at Snape first, then Dumbledore, skipping Voldemort directly in the middle, and couldn't help muttering that he didn't know people clearly.Snape was an exception, and according to Voldemort's methods against Peter, he would never let Karkaroff go—even if Voldemort wanted to let go, the escaped Death Eaters would never agree.

Suddenly, Harry wondered if Karkaroff knew that Barty Crouch Jr., whom he had identified as the head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, was standing in front of him in what he thought was the dead Dark Lord and he hadn't Recognize it, what expression will he have at that time.

Dumbledore was also watching people's reactions, but not Harry's, but Karkaroff and their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.Although he found out from Diagon Alley that Roald had been there, Ollivander said that he was not sure that Roald was Voldemort, and he did not see the yew wand.Madam Malkin confirmed that Roald had been wearing the ring from the beginning.Reminiscent of the fact that Harry was saved by a ring of the same style, Harry may not have lied: Roald's most likely identity was the black shop owner he hadn't found before, and he saved Harry.

——How far is this from a Dark Lord!

Although Dumbledore still didn't know where Roald got such a thing that looked very much like a soul-returning stone ring, he had been vigilant for several months, but he didn't find any abnormalities in the other party.His previous guess that the other party was an admirer of Voldemort still hadn't been dispelled, but he added another note in his mind.That is, at least Roald didn't learn from Voldemort to make himself inhuman and ghost.

And now, Karkaroff's reaction is also adding to the inference that "Roald is not Voldemort".Because the other party ignored Roald at all, but said to him in an obviously false enthusiasm tone: "Dumbledore! My dear old man, how are you?"

Dumbledore twitched his eyebrows inwardly.Why didn't the escaped Death Eaters deal with these two-faced guys first?

They exchanged a few words briefly, and then walked towards the oak gate of the castle. Hogwarts students could finally get rid of the dewy and cold open space and return to the Great Hall for a hot supper.

But the only people who cared so much were Harry and Hermione.As the students recognized Krum, who was in Durmstrang's line, the crowd became an instant sensation.The two of them fell behind, and Hermione seized the opportunity to ask him, "Are you really going to the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry nodded.When everyone's eyes were on the Triwizard Tournament, he had no other better choice.And he has confidence in his strength - he is now in his early twenties, and it is unreasonable that he is not as good as a student at school.

Hermione was thinking the same thing as he was, but she was thinking in the opposite direction. "You are definitely not the only one who signed up for Hogwarts," she said firmly, "You may not be chosen."

Harry didn't bother to contradict her.But just as they passed the foyer and were about to enter the Great Hall, he saw that the crowd followed Krum in, and he didn't see Voldemort among them. "Go ahead, Hermione, I want to go to the bathroom."

Hermione didn't suspect him, and followed the crowd into it.And Harry saw her disappear from view, and immediately squeezed out.Sure enough, Voldemort was loitering behind alone, and Harry knew that he never liked (or disdained) crowding around.

"What's the matter, Mr. Potter?" Of course Voldemort saw him too, and stopped when Harry ran up to him.

"Oh, shut up and take back that damned title of yours," cursed Harry under his breath, who was pissed off at the mention of "Mr. Potter" or something.What are you pretending, everything happened, didn't it?

Voldemort didn't respond.He changed his stance, "So? You didn't come here to discuss titles with me, did you?" His lips barely moved when he spoke, and no one could see what he said from a distance.

Harry cut. "Of course not. Karkaroff," he asked quickly, knowing their time was limited, "what are you going to do with him?"

"Avada Kedavra did too cheaply for him," Voldemort replied without batting an eye.

Harry muttered "I knew it".This meant that Voldemort would not risk his identity being exposed to deal with Karkaroff.That's enough, his bottom line is that at least he can't kill any more.

"You stayed here on purpose for him?" Voldemort snorted softly, "I thought you were going to say a few words for the Order of the Phoenix."

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​well behaved, what do you need him to say?Harry answered inwardly.So even though Voldemort talked very poisonously and basically didn't tell the truth, he could see what was going on.

"Nothing else? Then it's my turn to ask." Voldemort looked at his obviously defamatory expression and wanted to laugh a little, but he held back. "What kind of competition do you have to participate in? It's of no value at all."

Harry snorted. "Whether it is valuable or not is up to you." He rolled his eyes and looked at Voldemort. "Or you come up with a better plan? Let everyone know about our relationship?"

Voldemort was at a loss for words.After meeting Dumbledore as Roald, he couldn't help but have various doubts in his heart.Harry was not the Harry of this world, but he was still the savior Dumbledore had spent so much time cultivating, ready to die with himself.And Harry's rage at the World Cup had undoubtedly accelerated the tendency for such thoughts to take over his head.Harry was probably just compromising on Reaper's demands in order to achieve his final purpose, not really that kind of affection, just for him alone.

If someone else had made him think this way, Voldemort must have passed a killing curse.But Harry couldn't, he couldn't do it.Even though he felt that Harry was probably philanthropic enough to reach out to anyone in need, this wasn't the time to make a "get him or destroy him" decision.From the looks of him in the past, this was definitely letting a weakness wander outside; but now, no one can say that after they get a kind of warmth that they have never tried before, they will definitely be able to destroy it ruthlessly.To be honest, when he felt the beginning of this feeling early in the morning, his first reaction was to kill Harry.He finally got himself under control, because Harry was the only one who could sleep soundly at that moment, the same way Harry would unconsciously hold him in his sleep.No one has ever approached him so subconsciously and unsuspectingly that he couldn't do it.

"It's nothing special," Voldemort said finally. "Since Death didn't say what it was, he can find something else to prevaricate."

Since they are going to part ways after seven years, it is better to procrastinate and break up early, so that he will not be able to control himself one day - he thinks that the god of death will remove the rule of not being able to kill each other sooner or later, and he does not want to be a person who is manipulated Doll; rather than being forbidden or allowed by others, he prefers to make his own decisions.He thought to himself that this was almost enough of the Dark Lord's kindness; you know, Harry had bit his throat, and no one could bite the Dark Lord's throat and get away with it.

But Harry clearly didn't see it as benevolent. "Shut up!" His face quickly flushed red, angry. "You... how dare you say that!" He walked back and forth a few steps manically, like an enraged lion.Of course he was aware of Voldemort's estranged attitude, and he had been worried for many days, but he still thought that Voldemort would not dare... No, how could Voldemort dare not do something!He is so naive!

"What's the relationship you want to say? Huh?" Harry managed to keep his feet, and his voice was about to growl (Voldemort secretly used a silent silencing charm to prevent others from hearing their voices). "Are you forcing me to use the word 'discarded' on myself? Huh?"

Voldemort hadn't expected him to speak so seriously. "Of course not," he tried to change the subject without a trace, "You see, none of us came here completely voluntarily, this is a seven-year strategy, just complete it." He could see that he couldn't just say "I I suspect that none of us are sincere", so I found a euphemistic way of saying it, and deliberately dropped the "only".

But that made the outcome worse. "So what the god of death says, we have to do what? So as long as the god of death doesn't say it, there is no need to do anything else? So what the god of death said means that what we have done before is just a strategy?" Harry looked at They were all red with anger.

"I..." Voldemort wanted to say that was not what he meant, but hesitated for a moment.Although what Harry said was a bit absolute, there was no doubt that it hit a part of him.It didn't make sense for him to lie here, not Harry, and sooner or later he'd be the one to take the film off, not to mention the complicated issue of position. "We should go in," he finally decided not to answer, "or people will be suspicious."

But Harry grabbed his right arm and clasped it tight. "I got it right?" His green eyes were burning with rage, "So I've been playing the part, haven't I? You've been teasing me before, haven't you? Just to better implement some goddamn strategy? "

Voldemort's heart skipped a beat.Maybe he was a little wrong, maybe the Savior didn't see him as just a thing that had to be done.That was fine, but he was soberly aware that it wasn't enough to change his decision.He tried not to look at Harry's face, not sure if he could say something like that while looking at him. "If you say so, it's more or less true."

Harry felt that he was on the verge of madness, and it was much better for him to sneer now than before. "Very well, say it again, look into my eyes and say." He gritted his teeth.He doesn't believe it!

Voldemort could only turn sideways.From his vantage point, Harry's upturned face could be seen completely, his cheeks flushed with anger, his eyelashes clearly visible.He had kissed more than once... Then he saw his own reflection in those green eyes—the profile was indifferent and hard, without any expression.This gave him a little more confidence in what was to come, that he wouldn't be seen through by Harry, who was still too young. "I said," he couldn't bear to see the flash of hope in those eyes, and he would kill it with his own hands in the next second, "it's all fake. If there is any relationship, it is a cooperative relationship. That's all."

Something shattered, and Harry felt ice crystals or glass or something like that all over him, freezing to the bone. "...Very good." He said, ignoring his trembling voice, "Very good, very good." He said very well several times in a row, but still did not let go of his clenched hands. "Very well," he said, dropping his voice, "may I ask for a goodbye kiss?"

Voldemort watched him, suddenly aware that Harry was shaking all over.And there was a flash of feeling in his heart, like some kind of sharp pain.This feeling is very strange, even if he watched others suffer so much before, he would not feel any pain in his heart.But no problem, this level is too trivial compared to Horcruxes.He controlled his movements of wanting to hold the boy in his arms, and still maintained that unwavering tone. "No farewell," he said, pretending not to see the luck in his misty eyes. "You forgot, we still have a three-and-a-half-year strategy."

Harry could no longer look into those jet eyes - they looked indistinguishable from the abyss now.He lowered his head and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Yeah, there are still three and a half years." Then he let go of his hand, but stepped up quickly again, kissed Voldemort like a dragonfly, and then walked towards the opposite direction of the auditorium.

Voldemort remained where he was.He was almost sure that he saw Harry cry, a drop of water rolling down quickly.So much so that he froze when he was supposed to avoid the kiss.He reminisced about their last kiss—the lips were bright red, the kiss was cold.It feels good, at least now it will be better than in three years.Then he was about to enter the auditorium, but saw someone who shouldn't be here.

"Harry..." Hermione leaned half of her body from the door of the auditorium to look around, trying to see if Harry was back, and then saw this scene.Her mouth opened into an O shape——Merlin!What did she see!