[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 110 The Prophecy Broken

While Voldemort was out, Harry had a few words with Sirius.Because there was a lesson from the past just now, Sirius didn't talk about any sensitive topics, but only asked about Harry's physical condition.Then Voldemort came back, without saying a word, just sat down again in the chair by the bed.Sirius glanced at him, not surprisingly, he found that the other party ignored him at all, and his cheeks swelled with anger.But he could see clearly what Harry wanted, his godson must have wanted to know what Voldemort and Dumbledore had just talked about, and his presence was clearly inopportune.

"I'll tell Dumbledore, I'm staying here for Christmas." Sirius stood up and said, but his eyes looked at Voldemort and then at Harry. "Hope you feel better soon, I don't want to see you unwrapping Christmas presents in your hospital bed."

Harry nodded.Then he saw his godfather finally give Voldemort a cautious and warning look (though Voldemort didn't pay attention at all), and walked out slowly.When his back disappeared behind the door, Harry looked at Voldemort, noticing a slight frown on his brow. "What's wrong with you?" Didn't you fight outside with the principal just now?

"I should ask you that." Voldemort looked particularly unhappy. "You should know the consequences before you do this."

He always knew that the boy was gullible and soft-hearted.But he thought that the boy had already seen the lesson, and he should know that there are some things that cannot be said—although the god of death is quite unreliable, it is obvious that there is a bottom line that cannot be touched.It wasn't like that with Sirius... Could it be because it was Dumbledore?Because the boy knew that it was hard to make up stories that escaped Dumbledore's eyes?Had he known this, he should have forbidden Harry to deal with Dumbledore alone!Although speaking, Harry probably wouldn't listen to him.

In fact, Voldemort wanted to say that the Gryffindor lion would only remember the consequences if he suffered a real loss, otherwise he would always be reckless.But he looked at Harry's pale face and forced himself to swallow those words.

Harry could hear his subdued disapproval.That's all for other things, today's matter is indeed too light for him. "Sorry, I just couldn't help it for a while..."

He didn't go on, but both of them knew what he wanted to say.Harry believed in Dumbledore, and everything that happened before was resolved with Dumbledore.There were times when Dumbledore kept something from him or distanced him, and Harry resented it, obviously because he cared too much.This kind of emotion can be barely controlled when keeping a distance, if there is really a fairly harmonious conversation atmosphere...

"I'm sorry, really," Harry said again, grabbing Voldemort's hand that was resting on the side of his bed.He is well aware of Voldemort's desire for monopoly, and he is also very clear that Voldemort has no affection for Dumbledore.According to his thinking, it was inevitable for Voldemort to be furious about this. The other party only said a few words now and did not blow up the school. He was definitely restraining himself.

Voldemort didn't really want to forgive him too soon, but the cold feel of his hand made his brow furrow even tighter.He was always hypothermic, so normally Harry felt warm when he touched him.So his face became even uglier, and he turned his hand away all of a sudden, trying to push Harry's hand into the bed.

He quickly succeeded, but the movement of the two hands turned into a clasp in the process, and the gap between the fingers was filled.Feeling the pressure of the fastening, Voldemort twitched compulsively, but was unable to shake it off.

"Don't be mad," Harry said quickly.He had experienced Voldemort's temper, and it was definitely a trivial matter not to speak for three months, and he didn't want to be left alone like this. "I promise there will be no next time."

"Next time?" Voldemort moved the corners of his lips, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. "I wouldn't be surprised if there is a next time."

Harry could hear the gnashing of teeth in him.But then he realized that besides being self-defeating, there was also a sour smell in these words.This was a huge improvement, and he had rarely heard Voldemort say such a thing. "I'm making a bold assumption, are you jealous?"

The dark-haired young man gave him a vicious look. "Good guess," he said with a typical smirk, "you enjoyed this?"

The other person didn't move, so Harry knew he hadn't crossed the line, and he didn't expect the other person to admit it directly. "Occasionally," he said softly, "that makes you less elusive, doesn't it?"

Voldemort watched him, the light in his dark eyes changing several times.Then he spoke again, his tone finally a little better: "Then you should know, I would never expect this." He swept away from Harry's face, and passed his extremely critical gaze over the body covered by snow-white sheets .

Harry blinked.He can guarantee that he never thought of it before he fainted, just because he had the intention to say it, he would have such a strong reaction.But this can't be told to Voldemort, the other party will be mad again if he knows this, because of his recklessness and ignorance.So he decided not to say that, but to change to a relatively mild way of expression. "Come closer," he demanded, "I know what you expect more."

"Shut up, I'm not interested in sick numbers." Voldemort guessed what he wanted to do in an instant, and pulled his face down.

But Harry could see that, despite the terrible expression, the last shadow that had hovered in the other's eyes before had dissipated. "Well, you don't expect it. But I want it," he continued to demand, his fingers gently scraping the palm of the other hand at the same time, "kiss me, quickly."

Voldemort frowned at him, as if not understanding why he had to do this.But he compromised again, but it was just a kiss on the forehead like a dragonfly. "Okay," he said firmly, "you need a rest now—don't tell me you need a bedtime story."

"Of course not." Harry grinned.Can a bedtime story told by the Dark Lord have a hypnotic effect?But he wisely didn't say that. "I thought you should have something to say?" He asked again.He did feel tired and sore all over, but he had to finish what he had to do. "About today..."

Voldemort stared at him, and finally let out a slow breath. "Just take care of yourself." He said, his tone returned to his usual state, "Don't...don't see certain people less, it can only be a bad thing. And in front of others, don't think too much. I know there are still some problems, But I'll fix them, huh?"

This is almost equivalent to "you just stay here, and I will do things".Harry wrinkled his nose, dissatisfied.In normal times, he must have refuted it back, just like many times before; but now he is in a state of ignorance, and Voldemort is still halfway turning an absolute negation into a partial negation, which is already a concession made first, and he has nothing strong. The reason is the backing that must be intervened. "Well," he murmured, "I know. But you promised me other..." Like, how could he give up his right to grab the ring?

When he said this, he lowered his head slightly, showing a little grievance, and seemed to show weakness.Voldemort had seen too much of him pointing his wand straight at him, or frowning, but he had never seen this little look before, so he couldn't help but reach out and rub his messy hair. "I promise you nothing will change. But don't make any more trouble, okay?"

The tone was so gentle that it was almost unreasonable, almost a sigh, and there was a real question behind it.Harry froze for a moment, then realized that they had been opting for a worse form of communication before—they were both the sort of people who would take the easy way out: he had always been, and Voldemort probably only at certain times. Show this characteristic all the time.Although Voldemort showed rage or other emotions to the outside, the essence inside was actually worry...

"I promise you." When Harry realized this, he felt that his heart was somewhat hit, hot and soft.He tugged at the hand they were holding, trying to draw the other closer to him.This strength was not enough, Voldemort didn't understand what it meant, but he didn't make too much effort, and took the initiative to get closer.Then Harry raised his other hand, put it on the other's shoulder, and put it behind his ear, pressing their heads together, facing each other.

It was a real kiss.It was so soft and long, unlike anything they had ever done before.At least when they parted, Harry felt a rumbling and peace in his chest - one part of them clamoring for more, the other part saying it was fine.These two emotions are mixed together, quite contradictory, and there is no lack of wonder.

Voldemort caught the scent.He firmly pushed Harry's half-upright body back onto the bed, then lowered the head of the bed. "As I said just now, you need to rest now."

"You didn't ask me, you made the decision for me." Harry pouted at him on the pillow, but there was a smile on his face.

Voldemort ignored his deliberate challenge. "Sleep," he said, "if you don't get up for Christmas, you won't have to get up again."

Still holding onto his hand, Harry nodded slightly and closed his eyes.The soft bed under his body and the slightly sweaty temperature of his palms made him feel comfortable, and he fell asleep almost in a second.The tearing headache disappeared, as if it was his hallucination.

Harry had spent a day in the hospital, and the evening following his discharge was the time for the Christmas dinner.Harry finally didn't have to unwrap his Christmas presents at the hospital bedside, but he found Sirius at his side watching him carefully - or at the next Voldemort in the past.And Voldemort didn't seem to intend to speak nicely to any Gryffindor other than Harry, so he was chatting with Professor Sprout this time.

But that's not even the most intimidating thing.Snape was sitting across from them, his drill-like eyes scanning back and forth.Of course, he didn't dare to look Voldemort so directly, so Harry and Sirius got the most.The latter rightly regarded this as a provocation, and stared back unceremoniously, with fire splashing in the air.

As for Dumbledore and McGonagall, who knew the inside story, they were talking in low voices, and the topic was obviously about Christmas.But it seemed to Harry that their Headmaster was avoiding seeing their side, so as to hypnotize himself that he saw nothing.There were two other first-year students who looked at Voldemort with admiration...

Overall, it wasn't a great Christmas dinner, Harry thought to himself.And after the big meal was served, his summary proved to be even worse—the divination teacher suddenly appeared at the door of the auditorium.She approached, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, she suddenly let out a scream: "I dare not! After I sat down, I became thirteen! There is no more unlucky number than this! The first one after a meal Whoever stands up will die first!"

Hearing that argument again, Harry almost choked himself with the turkey in his mouth.Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Professor McGonagall secretly rolling his eyes, and Voldemort cut him off before he could say, "Then add another chair." He said it with almost contempt.

This time it was Professor Trelawney's turn to be choked.Her lips moved silently, but she finally sat down, clearly approving of the handling.And Dumbledore, who had heard the famous prophecy, exchanged a look with Snape, because Voldemort's reaction was too unexpected.

Didn't Voldemort really care about that prophecy?Otherwise, he couldn't kill Harry for it.but now……

In a place where no one at the table could see, a prophecy ball suddenly burst into bright light on its shelf, almost illuminating the entire space filled with crystal balls.The dazzling light was fleeting, and then several cracks appeared on the smooth surface.The cyan gray mist hovering inside drilled out from between the cracks, slowly spread in the dark and cold air, and disappeared.With the help of the faint light from the surrounding crystal ball, you can vaguely see a few rows of words written on the label on its base.

"SPTtoA.PWBD

Dark Lord

and Harry Potter"

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Author's Note:

The solution for adding a chair comes from the Queen of England (Elizabeth II).