[HP] Water blue light ball

Except for Aberforth who was still glaring at Grindelwald angrily, everyone's eyes were focused on Dumbledore at that moment.Sirius and Hermione reacted quickly, and looked away as if to cover up, while Voldemort laughed shrillly without any scruples.

His voice was cold and vicious, with undisguised malice: "Principal Dumbledore, it seems that you are not clean either."

Dumbledore blinked indifferently, as if he didn't take Grindelwald or Voldemort's words to heart at all.His blue eyes were penetrating and gentle, and there was even a hint of playful helplessness in his tone: "Tom, I've never been clean."

Dumbledore's indifferent attitude was calm and breezy, but Harry was already furious.He stood up with a thud, glared at Voldemort and roared, "You're a dirty thing! Headmaster Dumbledore would never join forces with the Dark Lord! He—he just—"

Harry found himself stuck and stopped awkwardly, only then began to regret that he hadn't thought through his words.Dumbledore avoided Grindelwald's gaze, and smiled at Harry reassuringly, with a grateful expression on his face.

Grindelwald's fingers moved involuntarily.He seemed to want to say something, but he just turned his head and glanced at Harry, then refocused his eyes on Dumbledore without saying a word.

The ball of light was quiet for a while, until no one spoke, and then spoke again: "Well——then shall we continue? Draco, it's your turn."

The boy who had been so quiet all this time looked up.The seat was next to Voldemort, he was a little at a loss, the nerves that had been tense all the time made his fair skin even paler at this moment: "I choose 5."

Apparently he wasn't interested in being interviewed by Skeeter either.

Draco closed his eyes.He held his hand so tightly that he could feel the hard edges and corners of the dice in his hand. After a while, he slowly threw the dice.

3.

Ron laughed loudly.

Draco frowned suddenly.He looked a little regretful that he didn't choose 3 at the time, and his thin lips were tightly pursed showing a little annoyance, but he still looked at Ron with condescending disdain.

Ron was clearly irritated by his gaze.He straightened his back unconsciously, gritted his teeth and looked at the young Malfoy: "Draco Malfoy, tell me honestly, how many dirty people in the Malfoy family—"

"Ron!" Harry couldn't help interrupting him.

Ron's half-speak was interrupted abruptly. He stared wide-eyed, looked at Harry in astonishment, and asked in confusion, "Harry? What's wrong?"

Harry choked.In fact, he didn't know why he had somehow prevented Ron from continuing to embarrass Draco. At this moment, Ron couldn't even speak when he asked, but seeing Draco's pale face, he...

Harry didn't want to go any further.He avoided Ron's sight, and said lightly, "Don't go too far."

Ron frowned and looked at Harry. Just as he was about to refute, Hermione gave him a hard pinch on his thigh.He took a breath, and compromised unconvinced: "Okay, okay, let's change it——Malfoy, what is the last thing you want others to know?"

Draco glanced at Harry, his eyelashes drooping slightly, hiding the complex emotions in his eyes.He paused for a moment, then sighed softly.

He looked at the ball of light: "...What will happen if you refuse to answer the question?"

Light Ball smiled: "I will force you to answer~ I will extract your memory fragments about that part and play it for everyone~"

Draco nodded.

Instead, he calmed down quite a bit at this time, even more than he didn't mind Voldemort's existence any more, he just leaned on the back of the chair as if compromising: "I like men."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows amusedly, and then turned his head to take a closer look at Malfoy.

Ron laughed out loud, apparently wanting to mock him, but Hermione covered his mouth quickly before he could speak.Sirius gave him a surprised look, and Bella screamed in disbelief.

"Draco, do you know what you are talking about - how can the glory of the Malfoy family be ruined in your hands -"

Voldemort clicked impatiently.Bella shut up for a moment.

The ball of light swayed up and down in mid-air, and the water-blue light flickered: "Well, what's the smart answer... Who is it that you like that completely avoids you, Xiaolong?"

Draco looked at the ball of light, his face tensed.

"Okay...For the sake of little Harry, I'll count it on you," the ball of light weighed for a while, and said decisively, "Next, Voldemort~ are you ready?"

Ron looked at Draco in confusion, not understanding the current situation at all: "Why are you looking at Harry's face?"

Hermione's eyes flickered for a moment, and she feigned impatience and said harshly to him: "Of course it's because Harry said not to go too far! This is also a question!"

Ron nodded suddenly.

Harry bowed his head and said nothing.If you look carefully through the water-blue light of the photosphere, you can easily see the light red on the tips of his ears.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the guest table.Bella frantically raised her head to meet his gaze, while Skeeter flinched back.

He was silent for a while, apparently weighing things up, before saying, "Number 2—Mudblood."

Ron and Sirius stared up at him angrily, but Hermione didn't respond.

The aqua blue light on the ball of light suddenly brightened, and the originally cute and cute voice suddenly became dull and solemn, which made Harry unconsciously think of voice-changing magic: "Sensitive vocabulary, warn once. More than three times , directly expelled from the game.”

Before the words fell, Ron couldn't wait to ask: "What will happen if you get out?"

The light ball giggled and resumed its original voice: "You don't want to know~ This is much scarier than your dementors~"

Voldemort's face darkened.He grabbed the dice on the table and threw it out violently as if venting his anger——

It's three o'clock again.

Just as Ron was about to speak, he suddenly remembered that he had already used up the opportunity to ask questions on his own, so he had to reach into the draw box and take a note.

He glanced at Voldemort in disgust, and reluctantly read the words on the note: "Who is your favorite person?"

Voldemort didn't hesitate at all, and said calmly, "Myself."

After a short pause, seeing that there was no response from the light ball, he spoke again and added: "I don't love myself the most, I only love myself."

"Oh, I'm lying, I'm lying!" Light Ball shook the ball angrily, and muttered unwillingly, "Really, why did I draw this one... This one is specially prepared by me..."

Voldemort froze for a moment, and for the first time a puzzled expression appeared on his face.Is he lying?impossible……

Besides himself, is there anyone in this world that he cares about?

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Voldemort.His tone was like that of a teacher correcting students' mistakes in class, with some helplessness and regret, but patient guidance: "Tom, do you really think you still love yourself—can you still do it? "

Voldemort glanced at Dumbledore, and for the first time did not speak back.

After dying once, there are many things that he can't deny arbitrarily.Although he was very reluctant, he also fully understood in his heart that some things called love had already been abandoned by him.

After a moment of silence, he changed his words: "I don't love anyone."

"The only things that can make me addicted are power, killing and power, nothing more."

"That's right this time, well, Mr. Principal, it's your turn~" The ball of light obviously didn't intend to stay any longer, and the shiny ball had already slid to Dumbledore impatiently.

"I'm different from him." Grindelwald said abruptly, "Al, I'm different from him."

The voice of the ball of light froze, before even the dice could be handed over to Dumbledore, the rest of the people looked at Grindelwald with more or less curiosity and surprise in their eyes.

Before Albus Dumbledore could speak, Aberforth suddenly raised his hand and slapped the table, and said in a fierce tone: "How are you different? You are despicable and shameless, and you take pleasure in breaking up other people's families." - How are you bastards different?!"

Grindelwald snorted and shot back: "I'm mean? You think you're the noble one? Don't be self-righteous, sheep-smelling stupid—"

"Gellert Grindelwald," Dumbledore said calmly, "I assume the fifty years of Nurmengard haven't changed you enough."

"Fifty years—Albus, it's exactly 50 years," Grindelwald's tone softened when he heard Dumbledore's voice, "53 years."

Grindelwald repeated the number 53, then closed his eyes as if giving up, and calmed down again.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay.Rita Skeeter's eyes widened in excitement, only regretting that there was no quill here.

Are these two really old lovers? !

"Alright, alright, Mr. Principal, choose a number," Guangqiu made a sound in time to relieve the situation, "Anything is fine~"

The young man with reddish-brown hair bent his pretty eyes, and rolled his lips in an easy-going smile: "Then number 5."

He raised his hand and rolled the dice.