[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 115

In this extremely short moment, several countermeasures flashed through Harry's mind.He had been spotted, or he had been hit by mistake, but either way he remembered what Voldemort had told him earlier - not to be found by the Ring unless necessary - and took the right approach at once.He used his fastest speed to make his body flat and slender until it was completely attached to the corner of the wall.Lots of debris streaked the walls radioactively, making a harsh scratching sound.Some of them flew over the surface of his clothes, and another piece just brushed against the tip of his nose, and fell to the ground crackling.

Harry couldn't help but be thankful that he hadn't stood too close to the vase just now.That way he won't be able to transform in time, and if he's too late, he'll have to protect himself with spells like Barrier, or get hit by shards and appear to be floating in mid-air.Then, even if the ring cannot see him, it will know his existence.

So, the Ring is indeed suspecting that Voldemort didn't come alone?

However, the movement did not move Voldemort, not even an eyebrow.He obviously thought the same thing as Harry, for he said, "Who do you think I'm coming with?"

If there are eyebrows, the ring will definitely be raised high at this time.He kept his wand in his hand, and looked around the room. "It might be," he said softly, figuring out where the debris was from the corner of his eye. "Whether Dumbledore trusts you or you successfully deceived Dumbledore, it's not a good idea for me." News. Since you are acting so similar, you must understand my thinking, right?"

"But you see, there is no one else," Voldemort continued quickly. "If there was an invisible guy, he must have been frightened just now. When people face danger, their first reaction is self-defense, right?"

From Harry's perspective, he could just see the slight pull of the corner of the ring's mouth, and he obviously didn't believe it.Three times those red eyes swept over the corner where he was, and made him feel guilty.This made him try his best to turn himself into a thinner line despite the uncomfortable feeling of being squeezed.With his current position, he only needed to touch the wall for about twenty feet to reach the door... Voldemort had to be completely paralyzed first, and then he secretly cooperated to subdue the ring together.

Voldemort didn't mind the ring's silence. "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. We are not enemies." He said persuasively, without being very obvious.

This time, Ring finally took back his gaze from looking around. "You can say that too?" His tone was obviously full of anger, "How dare you say that those things have nothing to do with you?"

All three people present knew what the "those things" he was talking about were.Of course the Ring would think that Voldemort was impersonating him - at first by imitating the name and face, and then gradually tricking the Death Eaters until finally standing here, in front of him.

But in fact, it doesn't matter what the truth is.The important thing is that even if the ring knows that the person in front of him is the soul piece of the same person, it is impossible to catch him without a fight.

"You must not be the main soul." Ring muttered, the voice interrupting Harry's thinking. "It doesn't look alike." His eyes rolled slightly, and then he changed his tone suddenly: "My diary? Or that Hufflepuff cup?"

Harry froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that the ring must have spoken in Parseltongue just now.As one of the Horcruxes, the Ring would of course know of the existence of the other Horcruxes.But now he only mentioned two of them, and his tone was still very certain.Harry's mind was running at high speed, and he quickly guessed why the other party said that: the main soul disappeared, and the ring was his own. He didn't know that Harry was a Horcrux, and he still had the confidence to hide the locket and the crown well. , all that remained were the two Horcruxes in the hands of the Death Eaters.

Judging by his current expression, Harry had no doubts about one thing - if the ring won today, then the Death Eater who didn't favor the Horcrux would be dead.That's right, he thought the ring was thinking that if Voldemort could understand Parseltongue, it would prove that other soul pieces had awakened and wanted to fight him for control.This thing may happen, after all, no one has split the soul into so many pieces before, so it is not surprising that something unexpected happened.For the ring, it was already an accident that the main soul disappeared so quickly, and it was not bad to add another one.

Voldemort frowned this time. "I thought you had this checked?"

"Don't ask what you know!" Ring shouted, his red eyes widening. "if not you……"

He didn't go on, but Harry figured it out.Voldemort caused so much trouble for the ring that the other party couldn't take the time to check that the other Horcruxes were safe.

When thinking of this, he broke out in a little cold sweat.If the ring found out that the other Horcruxes had been taken back by Voldemort, they probably wouldn't be able to sit here so easily.If they are both soul pieces, the two still have the strength to fight head-to-head; and if one party has collected most of the souls, the power gap will widen rapidly; Impossible to risk yourself.

Obviously, another and more important reason why the ring was not checked was that even if this guy who looked exactly like him when he was young was one of the Horcruxes, it was absolutely impossible to recover the Horcruxes.

Harry had to say that this guess was actually quite right, if Voldemort hadn't been through some of the same things as he had.He tightened his grip on his holly wand, held his breath, and began to move slowly toward the door.

But the Ring didn't seem to really expect Voldemort to answer his questions well. "So this is your purpose," he suddenly sneered high-pitched, with a mocking tone, "no matter which one you are, you have been trying to stop me."

Voldemort tilted his head.He deliberately induced the ring to think of the Horcrux - although he was not a diary or a golden cup, this was the shield that best concealed his true situation.He wanted to save the most important thing as the fuse... so he didn't deny it, but just showed a more false smile: "I just said that we are not enemies. How could I embarrass myself? "

There was a kind of acquiescence hidden in these words, and the ring frowned slightly.

He knew himself well, and felt that his guess was correct, but the other party's oblique admission still made him feel that something was wrong.Then he guessed that the other party might also know that he was always suspicious—ah, of course, they were originally the same person and never trusted others; it was precisely because of this that they stood on opposite sides now, as the only Confrontation over the right to exist.He can't believe any words of another self, he must rely on his own judgment to make a choice.

This must be suspicious, Ring thought at last.Whether it's the diary or the Jinbei, the opponent has seized the opportunity before him, there is no doubt about it.It would be fine if he was still the soul piece in the original ring, but now he has a real physical body... He narrowed his eyes and said with certainty: "Transfiguration Curse. Moved. And you prevented me from getting that Potter's blood..." His voice trailed off, but his eyes brightened.

Harry was creeping closer to him, but the sudden hearing of his name made him stiff, and he didn't dare to breathe out.Then he realized that the ring's words were becoming shorter and shorter, apparently beginning to get closer to the truth.He covered his nose and gasped for breath, then started moving forward again.

During this process, Voldemort's words covered his movements. "It's the worst enemies that give you more power? I'm sorry, but you must be wrong about that. He's on our side, and Potter is a great Dark wizard."

He said it so sincerely that Harry mentally rolled his eyes.If he wasn't the person involved, he might really be confused.

Ring's eyes narrowed even more. "Really?" he doubted. "The woman didn't use black magic. And you mean now, the child she preserved with that ancient magic is actually a human like us?"

Hearing "we", Voldemort's heart moved.This kind of words that seems to be from the same interested party is by no means a slip of the tongue, but intentional, the goal is to relax his vigilance invisibly. "It's true. I suppose you've heard something, haven't you?"

"That's right." Ring said quickly, "I felt at the time..." He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, as if he didn't want to get caught in some bad adjectives, "but now it seems that the use is the truth. He snorted, but still didn't take his eyes off Voldemort's face. "I would say that killing him is the best way to gain the greatest benefit. The Phoenix society will collapse, and they will become a mess under such a huge blow."

Voldemort laughed softly. "Don't you think there's something wrong?" He said lightly, even with a bit of teasing, "Potter has never been a target, he's just a process. If we must talk about a target, there is only one."

"Yes, there is only one." The ring agreed, and then mentioned again: "That prophecy, have you forgotten? Maybe you can use him to get something, I don't deny that. But if you don't kill him, it may be an obstacle."

"I'm glad you mentioned the prophecy," continued Voldemort, looking more relaxed. "I don't think you've got a key piece of news--or I think a key piece--about the prophecy ball."

"What happened to it?" Ring asked suspiciously.Although his line of sight never shifted, the wand in his hand never retracted.He had to be the one and only Voldemort, of course; but until then, a little more news wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Cracked." Voldemort replied, and continued to state calmly in the other's shocked eyes: "So whether you heard it clearly or not, and how much of it, they are useless."

Ring was so shocked by the news that he didn't speak for a few seconds.Then he murmured: "Unexpectedly... that's why..."

Voldemort was pleased with his plan.The ring is not easy to be deceived, so he deliberately kept some facts, waiting to tell the other party before he did it, that he had diverted his attention.And he could see now that his first bomb had worked. "Yeah, that's what it is," he replied, tilting his head up slightly, using the movement to cover up his peripheral glance at the blank wall.

And even as they spoke, Harry continued to move closer to the ring.He had known for a long time that the ring - or Voldemort in the past - could not have any affection for him, but hearing it so bluntly at this moment still felt very painful.He closed his eyes, realizing that Voldemort had been right—whatever the ring, it was him, the same person he would become later on.And although he could no longer bear the other party's cold tone of analyzing success or failure, he could still raise his wand when necessary, such as now when he received a code.

"It must be said that there is some obstacle ..." continued Voldemort, slightly drawn out, "I think it should be this ..."

The end of these words disappeared in the sudden sound.Because Voldemort pulled out his wand with lightning speed at the same time as he said that.

As soon as the tip of the wand was exposed, the pupils of the ring shrank sharply.It was a yew wand, a magic wand that was originally held in the hand of the main soul, but now should exist on the person who made the main soul disappear.If he could still think that the other party got it from someone else (such as Dumbledore) before, the current situation also explains everything——

"It's always been you!" Ring screamed, almost frantically. "You actually————!"

At the same time as he made the sound, the light of the spell had already exploded between the two of them, and the room was dazzled for a moment.From the tip of the yew wand came a great cocoon of flowing water, while the other wand (which Harry thought looked like swanwood) sprouted two strong, black claws, trying to tear it apart.

Voldemort wanted to take back the soul piece, so he naturally had some strength; but the ring was probably thinking about directly obliterating the other active consciousness, and tried his best, especially this active consciousness seemed to him to be completely distorted.In this way, this fight is likely to turn into a dogfight, but Harry is already prepared - he is right next to the ring, using his wand to spit out flames and set a sharp claw on fire. up.

Ring gasped as he realized he had fallen into a trap today.He observed the edge of Riddle's mansion for six or seven hours, and didn't hear any unusual noises at all... He even tried to find out by surprise during the conversation... As a result, the other party really brought a capable guy by the side On... Who will it be?Ability is still second, what is more difficult is to make him trust himself so much that he can even let that person listen in on the Horcrux matter?

"Who's there? Come out!" Ring growled.The pitch-black claws retracted, replaced by an invisible thing that was about to move, poking out countless bumps on the entire spherical water curtain, as if it was about to burst in the next second.

But Harry didn't answer him, just conjured up a wall, blocking the way out of the ring.Then he noticed the trend, and within half a second of thinking between thickening and another spell, he noticed the old chandelier above Voldemort's head creaking and rattling.He sliced ​​it off with a flick of his wand, whirled through the air, and swooped down.

Voldemort didn't speak either.He kept his own wand and the ring's wand facing each other, and controlled the ball of water to become something like a rope, and then immediately into several white-hot thick whips.But just as he was halfway through this movement, the lower half exploded before he had time to change. The water curtain splashed and his vision was blurred.

Harry felt the scorching heat spread, and the shock of the explosion to the walls.What they want is the sneak attack time, and they can't delay it for too long, the walls won't hold up, and what's worse, they will alert the Ministry of Magic to clean up the mess.Without hesitation, he manipulated the chandelier in mid-air and aimed at Ring's head—it won't affect the recovery of the soul piece if he is knocked unconscious!

The news is urgent, and the ring realizes that something is wrong.When he looked up, he found that the iron branch of the chandelier had turned red-hot as it flew over.The back door is sealed, and the front has windows, but at the same time there is a more formidable opponent.No matter who the opponent's helper is, it seems certain that two fists will beat four hands.He quickly considered various avenues of breakthrough, and then extended his arms, trying to blow the window first.There is a garden outside, which is much easier than running to the front hall and then going out.

Harry watched as the ring's arm passed through the fiery complex iron ring, making a sizzling sound.Then he quickly realized what to do at this time: "Swoon!" he yelled out.

"You are—!" Ring recognized it almost instantly, and felt that this was the most shocking thing.But he was only a little distracted from it, and the fireball from his wand had reached the window.At this time, of course, the best policy is to walk... As soon as he thought about it, he saw that the curtains twisted and deformed, turning into two eerie, wide open mouths, creating a whirlpool of air, and then swallowing the fire ball inside.

"Blast the wall, go!" Voldemort's voice sounded almost at the same time, just before the red light from Harry hit the ring's head.

Harry didn't realize for a moment that this was being said to him, but after realizing it, he pointed his wand to the side immediately, stooped and rolled out after the explosion, and barely stopped on the edge of the stair landing.The room was smoky, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he heard a whirlwind of wind, and then something snapped shut.

In the next few seconds, the sound of tables and chairs collapsing and something violently hitting the wall came from inside, and it took a while to calm down.Harry straightened up, feeling sure that Voldemort had succeeded, and slipped cautiously through the hole in the wall.

Presented in front of him was a completely dilapidated room, almost everything was broken, and there was no one there.He read after the mist cleared, and finally saw what happened—the curtains were broken, the glass was still good, and a big snake was lying on the ground upright.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he walked over quickly.Then he realized that the curse of death was still there.He knelt down beside the snake and called softly, "Voldemort?"

But no reply.Harry stroked the cold scale cautiously, noticing that it was as stiff as dead.As usual, this would have to last at least a few days...but on the plus side, Voldemort had certainly succeeded.

Harry exhaled, stood up again, and looked around.Then he noticed that the ring wand had snapped off, and the yew wand had fallen to one side.He bent down to pick it up, trying to put it away first.But in the next second, he heard a voice saying: "Great, it is yours. Now is a good time to deal with that snake, there will be no resistance..."

In half a second, Harry realized what had happened, and his face turned pale instantly.The worst scenario came true—because after a long period of mental tension, he let go of his Occlumency. "No! Get out of my head!" He firmly refused, then pulled himself together.

That voice really disappeared.But Harry looked down at his hands, trembling a little.