[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 124 The Curve to Save the Nation

The words of Hermione and Ron swept away Harry's previous gloom.Personally, he couldn't have expected better results than this.Even if everyone else was against it, even if only Hermione and Ron supported it, he would be content.This feeling even made him think of Ron's return when they were wandering away in seventh grade; although the situation was different this time, it also gave him the courage to go on.

Ron went back to his car after speaking, because the train left immediately.And Harry and Hermione still had to fulfill their duties as prefects to maintain order in the carriage.And when it was the other prefects' turn to go out on patrol, Hermione seized the opportunity to ask, "Harry, were those things you said at the Order of the Phoenix meeting your own idea?"

Harry probably heard what she wanted to ask, it was nothing more than whether Voldemort knew about it.He nodded, "That's right."

"You really..." Hermione showed an expression of "as expected". "Well, I knew you would be like this. But have you ever thought that if you and Fu...the mysterious man is serious," she swallowed, obviously trying to think of a sentence, "then you should advance and retreat together... ...uh, I mean, that's normal, right?"

"I agree with what you said," Harry replied. "However, our situation is more complicated, you know."

Should he tell Voldemort that for the sake of world peace, the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters should cease fighting?I don't know if he was thinking too much, but he always felt that this seemed to be a feeling of being pampered and proud.Voldemort himself has said that his ambition will not change, and I am afraid it will inevitably conflict with the Order of the Phoenix.Although he will try his best to prevent the Death Eaters from taking some drastic actions, this should not be his direct request to Voldemort——

Given the delicate relationship they now sit between foe and lover.

It wasn't reciprocal, and it wasn't what he expected.If this is really going to happen, it can only be Voldemort's subjective consent out of his own considerations, rather than nodding under his persuasion.Even if they are together, they are still two people with independent personalities, and they should have the power to make their own decisions.

Hermione caught his subtext. "But like this..." The pressure on you is too much!But she didn't say the rest of the sentence, but just stared deeply at Harry. "Since you have made such a decision, you must have considered the possibility of the mysterious person denying it?"

"Yes." Harry replied, trying to keep his voice lilting. "He has always been a man who is difficult to compromise. But I think, if the Death Eaters want to attack the Order of the Phoenix secretly, I can't let them succeed easily. I think you have already learned from the attitude of the Slytherins. Can you see their attitude?"

"I see," said Hermione, sighing heavily, and at the same time resolute in her heart.Harry's relationship with Voldemort meant that he couldn't make this request to Voldemort in an atmosphere of fair negotiation, so someone else should do it.Although Harry wanted to restrain the Death Eaters by himself, how could she just sit back and watch this happen?

Harry had no idea what she was up to, but he had a keen sense of something unusual.He wanted to ask more clearly, but the door of the carriage was opened, and Malfoy walked in, so he could only shut up quickly.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Malfoy was even more uneasy than he was.He had just overheard a little conversation outside, and was now trying to figure out what to do.Father said to pay attention to the news from the savior's side, obviously planning to use it in front of the Dark Lord.But he wasn't sure if the Dark Lord would be angry when he heard what he said just now—to the ears of Slytherin, who was used to defending his weaknesses, it sounded too much like an outside description!Even Muggle (he managed to swallow the seed) Granger knew better than him!

As Malfoy thought about it, he secretly glanced at the two people opposite him, and couldn't hold back his slander: If the Dark Lord didn't let him speak, otherwise Potter should know that he is in the midst of blessings and doesn't know his blessings!Because, if he was still doubting whether the Dark Lord was sincere or fake before, it was completely clear a few days ago - if it was fake, why did the Dark Lord give a special order not to slander Granger?Although he didn't know what the Dark Lord's expression was when he said those words, he knew the Death Eater's reaction just by looking at his father's distorted expression when he relayed the words.But can they say anything?

In this way, the three had their own thoughts until the Hogwarts Express arrived at its destination.It was another rainy day, but Harry's mood was not affected at all.After entering the auditorium, he found that the atmosphere in the school was not necessarily more tense or frightened than at the end of last semester, and he felt happier.He has done so many things and has to take on more responsibilities, isn't it just for such a result?

But maybe there is a little difference.The Slytherins had long known that their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was the Dark Lord, and he always sat upright.And now, a few Gryffindors knew about it; they didn't startle, but Harry found out that Ron had held the knife and fork upside down, and kept his eyes from looking at the teacher's table. Float away.

"Is this really okay?" Harry turned to Hermione, "Do you think he'll cut himself?"

Hermione glanced at Ron, and commented realistically: "To be honest, Ron's reaction is better than I imagined."

"...What?" Hearing his name, Ron managed to raise half of his head. "What do you mention me? Keep your voice down!"

Hermione glared at him angrily and amusedly. "I'm saying that you will definitely be on the same hand later!"

"What...? I don't..." Ron wanted to refute, but Ginny who was next to him touched his arm, and then noticed his knife and fork problem, and his face flushed instantly. "It was an accident, an accident!" He emphasized stiffly, and then quickly changed hands.

"It's better that way," said Hermione pointedly.She had made an agreement with Ron before she left to talk to Voldemort as soon as she got to school, so it was a hint, don't mess up the next thing.

Ron caught her gaze, realized the suspicion, and was just about to hang his neck and push through.As a result, his eyes wandered accidentally, and he saw the handsome black-haired man on the teacher's bench raising his wine glass in their direction, and almost dropped the knife in his hand. "I...Of course!" This sentence sounded quite imposing, but in fact his face was almost lowered into the plate.

Harry was a little confused by their exchange, thinking Ron was just being nervous. "It's okay, he's not so...stingy." He managed to say the last word, feeling like he was advertising for Voldemort.

"We can understand that beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Hermione really caught the tail of this sentence.Then she added a sentence in her heart, hoping that the waiting result would also allow her to come to this conclusion.

Harry blushed now too.

Voldemort had a panoramic view of what happened on the Gryffindor long table, and couldn't help grinning.Sure enough, he was right about Hermione.But having said that, the look on Lucius' face when he ordered to go down is enough to pay for the fare.He drank the wine in his short stemmed glass and began to look forward to what would happen in the evening.

Sitting in the middle, Dumbledore was well aware of this undercurrent.To be honest, he wasn't surprised by Ron and Hermione's choice, because he couldn't find a reason why they didn't side with Harry.Just as Arthur had told him, the boys were leaning in Harry's direction.He didn't think it was all stupid teenage hormones, or naive arrogance, but because Harry was such a guy who deserved the best of others.

It's so different from him... Leaving aside the comparison at school; even Harry, now an adult, is far more successful than he is.It doesn't depend on magical talent or other talents, but on a completely different personality.For the overall situation, he will take into account all the factors that can win, whether it is the lives of others or his own; and for the same thing, Harry obviously prefers to take risks for others and carry everything with one effort.Even if he didn't agree with this heroic approach, he had to admit that Harry was far more noble and selfless than he was.

Maybe that's why Harry was able to pull it off and he couldn't.Looking at the situation in the auditorium, Dumbledore finally thought.How it happened in the past is no longer deducible, and now he wants to know why Harry is so sure that this matter is destined to be resolved only by him.Harry wasn't usually arrogant, so there must be a key reason for this conclusion, isn't there?

Harry didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking yet.In other words, in his plan, he planned to see the situation before doing the next thing.After all, the Resurrection Stone Ring was still with him anyway, and Voldemort didn't seem to have any intention of taking it back.He felt that he could always find the right moment and persuade others one by one.

So after dinner, Harry went to Voldemort's office on the third floor.Although he knew that Voldemort probably already knew what he had done, he was not going to mention it.The most direct and purest reason for him in the past was that he hadn't seen each other since his birthday, and he missed him a little.

But he didn't know that the words he said to Hermione on the train had grown wings and flew into the ear of the other party.So when Voldemort saw him, he had only one very bad thought: Look, the boy was already skinny enough, but now he was even more... This made him angry and distressed. What was angry was Harry's stubbornness, and what hurt him was also Harry's. stubborn.The same person, the same personality, why did he have such complicated emotions?Also, if he hadn't prepared first, did the boy plan to keep it from him forever?

Although Voldemort was unhappy in his heart, he didn't show it.Anyway, he shouldn't be mad at Harry.If Harry felt better that way, let him think things were going his way.Anyway, in the end, Harry would notice.

In this way, Voldemort quickly coaxed Harry to rest.And Harry was so tired that he was completely unaware of Voldemort's true intentions, but at least it made him fall asleep without any psychological burden.And when Voldemort came out of his bedroom, he saw Hermione and Ron without any surprise. "You've come at a good time," he said cheerfully, "but let's do it as quickly as possible, if possible."

Ron was nervous at first, but now he looked disbelieving.In his imagination, the mysterious man must be vicious... Uh, no, at least he should be expressionless, right?What's up with this mysterious person who seems to be very happy now?

Hermione's reflexes were much faster than his. "Harry's in there?" she asked speculatively, and got a nod from Voldemort in reply. "Is he asleep?"

Voldemort nodded again. "So I said hurry up," he said, checking the time.

No matter how dull Ron was, he came back to his senses at this moment.You-Know-Who was in a hurry simply because Harry had fallen asleep and he was getting ready to… rest?Ron blushed a little.Although he usually doesn't think of a particular aspect, the unexpected Dark Lord and the ready-made relationship make him think involuntarily.It seemed that the mysterious man was real...he couldn't think anymore.

Hermione probably thought something similar, because she cleared her throat twice. "Okay, then let's start directly." She took out a large roll of parchment from the schoolbag she was carrying, and slapped it on Voldemort's desk: "The problems are written on it, if there are no problems , I want you to sign it."

Ron covered his eyes behind him, j□j silently.This is different from what they planned!Didn't you mean a step-by-step discussion?Slap the contract directly in front of the Dark Lord... Are you dying, Hermione?

Voldemort sat down, looked at the beginning of the parchment, and at Hermione's apparently self-possessed face. "That's not bad," he curled his lips slightly, "you saved us a lot of time." Then he opened the parchment and scanned it at a glance. "You wrote this yourself?"

Hermione heard sharply that the emphasis was on "yourself".She had done a lot of homework before, knowing that the relationship between Voldemort and Dumbledore must be as bad as it could be, so she resolutely avoided this inverse scale. "Of course," she replied, "nobody knows about it except me and Ron."

"If I sign this, what are you going to do with it?" Voldemort asked simply. "To Dumbledore?"

"That's your business." Hermione heard a slight threatening meaning in these words, and couldn't help raising her voice a little. "I just want to make sure that Harry's hard work will not go to waste."

"Oh, that sounds much better." Voldemort nodded. "As long as you do what you say today, this thing will last," he said, picking up his wand.There was a quick flash of gold at the tip of the yew wand, which disappeared into the scroll.

Now it was Hermione's turn to be surprised. "You..." You haven't seen how many things are inside, have you?

"As I said, as long as what you say today counts, so will what the Dark Lord says," Voldemort emphasized.He put on his smile again, looking much more real than his usual smirk: "Congratulations, Miss Granger, you have earned the Dark Lord's respect for your stand."

Hermione stared at the parchment Voldemort handed her, and it took her a long time to recover. "A deal," she said, almost stuttering at the thought that it had gone so well.And... respect?Seriously?

And Ron was so shocked that he inevitably showed a dumbfounded look.