[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 72 Desire

In Harry's anticipation, Easter will come soon.But the holiday does not mean easy, because there are more homework in the third grade than ever before.Although the speed at which he completes them can be said to be one of the best, but he can't have a lot of free time.It's just that after the holiday ended, Voldemort still didn't come back, and he couldn't help touching the corridor on the eighth floor once.Once inside he knew that Voldemort's potions must have been finished, because the cauldron was clean and the potion ingredients were gone.As for the person, like the potion, there is no shadow, leaving only a note that unfolds automatically when it sees him.

"Accompany Nagini, don't read."

Harry read the words above, and instantly remembered the time when Nagini found 12 Grimmauld Place.To be honest, after returning from the big snake, Voldemort didn't have much time to spare (taking magic power with him), and now this reason is justified.He could almost imagine Voldemort's slightly helpless feeling when he said this, but he felt even more angry-is this justifiably ignoring him?

The first Saturday after Easter is the Quidditch final.Harry was in a bad mood, but when he got up that morning and found the little tent under him, he was in a bad mood.

He felt that he was now believing one of Voldemort's undertones - that Voldemort had never been interested in anyone before - was that too ascetic?Or had Voldemort's attention been elsewhere all along, leaving him with no extra energy to devote to his normal biological needs?

On the contrary, he seems to have fallen into a gentle abyss since the last time.Let’s not talk about it when I usually think about it, the body reaction has fully proved it.Can't stand it for two months, let alone decades.Speaking of which, it seems safe to say that fortunately Voldemort is not around, otherwise he...

Stop, what else is there!He is 20 years old, isn't it normal to have such thoughts?thought Harry angrily.According to the normal development trend, the 20-year-old should also contribute the first time in life, right?To be indifferent to love all one's life, and to turn a blind eye to all kinds of people who come to your door, probably not many people can do this, right?And if it gets out, it will definitely only be ridiculed!

Harry choked back his anger.He originally said that he planned to take a cold treatment, but he always recalled the touch of that hand igniting fire everywhere on his body, and the heat couldn't go away at all.Although he was full of reluctance, he couldn't hold back and solved it with his fingers.But he always felt uncomfortable—knowing what was going through his head at the time, you could guess.So at the breakfast table, this deep dissatisfaction made him look particularly sullen, and Wood, startled, kept asking him if he wasn't feeling well.

"It's okay." Harry mumbled.He really didn't want to recall how he secretly took a cold shower in the morning... Voldemort must have been in Hogwarts... He must have known the request of Death... When he thought of this, he took a bite of the tomato juice Grilled sausages.

His murderous look doesn't seem to be all right.However, Wood shut up wisely, thinking that with such an aura, it might not be harmful in dealing with Hufflepuff.

As it turns out, Wood was right.Hufflepuff's Seeker was Cedric Diggory, much stronger than Harry.As a result, when they were fighting for the Snitch at the end, Harry didn't realize it a second later, and rushed straight over, knocking Cedric aside, and passed.The Hufflepuffs were booing the entire scene, and only Cedric knew that Harry hadn't bumped into him on purpose, but hadn't noticed him at all - because at Harry's speed, no It would take a little bit of that to catch the Snitch before him, and Gryffindors didn't have the Slytherins' bad habit of bumping into each other.

It doesn't feel good.So Cedric followed him down, "Good catch, Harry. Um, I mean, you don't mind if I call you Harry?"

"Of course not," said Harry.He got off the broom, still holding the golden snitch firmly in his left hand.He knew he was upset, but he also knew it was wrong to blame other people.He only did this kind of thing a few years ago, so he needs to control it now.

Cedric grinned at him, but his voice was a little wary. "Did you just... only see the Snitch? I thought you were skinny, but that hit just now was heavy enough."

"...Huh?" Harry was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that the other was rubbing one of his shoulders, and there was a soreness in his own shoulder.He blushed all of a sudden: "Ah, no, I... I'm sorry!" He knew that he was absent-minded, but he didn't know that he was absent-minded to this extent.

"Actually, it's okay. This kind of thing is common." Cedric shrugged, a little disappointed: "If I can't beat you like this, it's my own problem." waved, and walked over to the Hufflepuff team.

Mrs. Hooch also fell to the ground after the announcement of the result.She noticed Harry's hand at the first sight, and couldn't help saying, "Give it to me, Potter, you're about to break its wings."

Harry awkwardly handed her the ball.It seemed that while he was trying to be more mature and steady, he wasn't quite there yet.Others, basking in the joy of Gryffindor's annual Quidditch Cup ("Three in a row! Harry, you're our King!"), didn't even notice the detail.

After these two things, Harry's behavior in the common room seemed much more normal.Because it was the last competition of the year, everyone was in a good mood and celebrated wildly.And Ron and Hermione saw that he was in a better mood, so they dared to continue talking to him about recent things after everyone went back to sleep.In fact, nothing major has happened at Hogwarts recently. The only thing worth talking about is that Lockhart has lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.While this was a big deal for Lockhart, it wasn't something Harry was interested in.So when he felt a little top-heavy, he climbed into the dormitory and went to sleep.In fact, before he went up, he had a slight expectation that Voldemort might be waiting for him like last time, but...he was disappointed again.

Day by day, the weather is getting clearer and the students are getting more and more homework, because the final exam is coming soon.Harry had to devote more energy to studying for the exam, because he thought that if his grades dropped because of Voldemort, it would be a lie.Anyway, when the third night came, Voldemort would obediently appear in his bed.

And during the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, Harry finally noticed Lockhart.The other looked very haggard, with blond hair limply tangled together, stains on bright clothes unnoticed.Moreover, the other party seemed to be peeking at him unconsciously. When their eyes occasionally met, he would often see the other party's eyes avoiding immediately.

That doesn't seem like a good thing, Harry thought to himself.Lockhart felt guilty...but why?Nothing happened lately, did it?Or, might the other party have received some new instructions to make a surprise attack on him at the end of the semester?

This made Harry think of the ring.Seeing that the summer vacation is approaching, the opportunity to catch him has come.Although he can't use magic in Privet Drive, he will definitely go to Grimmauld Place.As long as he waited for the night of the full moon, he would definitely have a chance to sneak out.But having said that, Voldemort probably has a plan, so I don't know if there is such a thing as the degree of overlap between their plans.Harry was optimistic about that, because Voldemort couldn't have allowed both of himself for too long anyway.

On the night of the exam, the Gryffindors celebrated again.Harry didn't drink much butterbeer this time, but after eating enough, he excused himself to be sleepy and crawled into bed to study the Marauder's Map.There are only a few days left in this semester, which means that if Lockhart wants to do something, he will definitely do it in the near future.

But when Harry opened the map this time, he still saw Lockhart in his office.Strange, did he think too much?He read it twice again to make sure he read it correctly, and couldn't help but mutter a little.But just when he was about to put away the map, the world suddenly turned around.Then he opened his eyes again to find that the scene around him had changed—although it was still a bed, it was not his four-poster bed.The bed is very big and can sleep five people without any problem.There is no bed curtain on the top, and the ceiling carved with spreading branches can be seen.The surrounding furnishings looked exquisite, as did the bed itself.

This wasn't the thing that terrified Harry the most.Because he found that there was another Harry in front of him, in exactly the same state as he is now—wearing pajamas, holding a map, eyes wide open—with a pop, that Harry suddenly disappeared, and it turned out to be just an illusion .

Harry turned his head sharply.Beside him was someone reclining, with the tip of his wand pointing in the same Harry's direction.He was pleasantly surprised at first, and then suddenly recalled: "...you spy on me!"

"Relax, Harry, I just wanted to see you." Voldemort paid no heed to his accusation. "But it seems that if there were two beds, Death would like the bigger one as much as I do."

Harry's face quickly burned red.Not only because of the hint in this sentence, but also because of the shock that the scene just now brought to him. "What the hell did you cast on me!" He was furious.Isn't that even what happened before?Then he looked around more carefully: "...where is this place?"

"It doesn't matter where you are, because you can't get out," said Voldemort lightly.Then, as if to confirm the authenticity of this sentence, he casually threw a book beside him outside.When it crossed the edge of the bed, the part that passed through disappeared instantly, as if it was cut off by a quick knife, and it seemed to have gone to another world.

Harry was taken aback.Although he knew that leaving would probably have bad consequences—in fact, he had slept most of the previous two nights, and this time was the first time he was fully aware that it had begun—he could not imagine such a thing. Feelings that happened to him.Seeing that Voldemort had changed into pajamas this time, with his straight collarbone and part of his chest exposed, the shape of his pectoral muscles could be seen, he suddenly felt his mouth dry. "……so?"

Voldemort reached out, pulled the Marauder's Map out of his hand, and stuffed it under the pillow. "You don't need it at this time." He curled the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkling, "Let's talk about the past few months now-you seem to have strong doubts about some aspect of me? "

"I didn't..." Harry didn't know where to tell.But the look on the other person's face now showed that he didn't believe it at all, and Harry simply gave up his efforts to fabricate lies. "Then can you prove it to me?" He said almost without thinking, his heart beating faster.

Voldemort's hand was already on his neckline, stroking the skin on the outside, and pressed him over.

Where neither of them noticed, the dot marked Lockhart on the face-down Marauder's Map finally left the teacher's office.

The author has something to say: synchronous spoof small theater:

Author Bacteria: Can't X ability?Then how to attack?

V: I'll shut him up. [force]

Harry: ...get, get out... [gasp]

【↑That's right, this is meat, a meat of the highest level that doesn't have a mouthful【Gewuen!