[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 139 For You

For the rest of the summer, Harry (Tom) remained at 12 Grimmauld Place, with Hermione.When school starts, they will all be in seventh grade, facing the pressure of NEWTs exams and employment.

Because of these reasons, Hermione devoted all her attention to studying after the wedding (she bought all the books in advance according to the reading list of the seventh graders last year), trying to preview before the official start of school.And Ron was also pulled together, although he was reluctant.

It is basically impossible to learn everything by yourself.According to the usual situation, if Hermione didn't understand something, she would probably ask Harry for advice.This is based on the fact that Harry had already learned it once before, and had Voldemort's special instruction; in fact, Harry had been in exile in his previous seventh year, and had not learned a little of the textbook knowledge at all.

Of course Tom knew this.He also knew that if he wanted to act like it, he should show a hesitant expression when answering, because there was no way Hermione could not guess what Harry's life had been like before.He also knew a little bit about Reaper from Harry's head, knew that Harry had to keep it a secret, and it was okay to cover it up a bit, because Harry had fainted once before.

Under such circumstances, Tom had every reason to ignore Hermione.But making him say "don't know" to a question from a Muggle-born wizard was somehow more intolerable.

"Wow!" exclaimed Hermione the umpteenth time she got the answer she wanted. "Harry, I feel like you know more and more! There are some things that are not in the textbooks!"

Ron was beside her, twirling a pen in boredom because he couldn't read the book, and said disapprovingly, "Isn't that for sure?" For some reasons that couldn't be mentioned, he didn't mention Harry himself, Instead, he lowered his voice and said, "Didn't Harry say it before? Dumbledore thought that the mysterious man might be the smartest student Hogwarts has ever seen? Since Dumbledore said it, I don't think there is much difference." go."

What he meant was that Voldemort had taught Harry a lot, but that wasn't the case in Tom's ears.He had never heard Dumbledore compliment him, not once.Based on this inference, he guessed that Dumbledore must have a special premise when he said this to Harry, such as... a Horcrux?

Because the time of awakening was almost a year ago, Harry didn't think much about what happened last time, so Tom had a vague memory of what happened before.But he thought he was right, because he didn't think Dumbledore would draw the "smartest" conclusion from his attempt to dominate the wizarding world.

He used to care about Dumbledore's attitude towards him, because he didn't like him like other professors, and he could even say he was on guard against him; but now when he heard such a sentence, he found that he didn't care at all.

The type of student Dumbledore would like is obvious, the Savior type.And he himself, in terms of ambition, is simply a replica of Dumbledore and Grindelwald when they were young; and Dumbledore didn't think what the two of them were doing at that time was correct, and it was only natural to be wary of him .

In other words, rather than saying that Dumbledore doesn't like him, it's better to say that Dumbledore doesn't like himself in the past.

Of course, he didn't know anything about Dumbledore's past at the time, and naturally he couldn't think so far.And if he had longed for that affirmation before, he didn't now.Because in any case, Dumbledore's attitude was by no means the reason for him to make any decision.He'd have to say that Dumbledore had been wise not to try to exert a messianic influence on him, because he would never have done so.Perhaps it was not the right choice for him to split his soul, but it was also his choice out of his own will; as for the subsequent failure, it is not so much that the Order of the Phoenix defeated the Death Eaters, it is better to say that he lost to himself.

If he hadn't tried to break through the limits of life magic, if he didn't want to wipe out Muggles, if he hadn't listened to that prophecy...

These are all things he really did, if these things didn't exist at all.

A man's worst enemy is himself, Tom thought.Because whether it was Muggles or the Savior, they were enemies he had chosen by himself.It was so in the past, and it is so now.It's just that it was an abstract concept in the past, but now it is a concrete object.

"...Harry? Harry?" Hermione's voice sounded. "what about this?"

"It's all right." Realizing he was being called, Tom came back to his senses.He took the pen that Hermione handed him, and finished the drawing in a few strokes.

Ron was dumbfounded. "Harry, I never knew you were so good at astronomy!"

It was only then that Tom remembered that the savior was essentially a serious guy, and he had just drawn a beautiful star map of Saturn and its satellites at an incredible speed in the eyes of others.In fact, he is the same, but he hides it well with excellent grades in all subjects-that is the difference. "Isn't it already the last year?" He casually found a reason, "People should like to hire graduates with perfect grades, right?"

"So you're a sucker for astronomy?" Ron wailed, collapsing on the table. "It's hard to imagine how I'm going to find a job among the two of you then."

"So work hard now, Ron!" Hermione slapped the magic class schedule in front of Ron's eyes, then took Tom's parchment, and lowered her head to compare it with her own.

Ron muttered a few words, like "easy to say" or something.At this moment Kreacher came upstairs and brought them refreshments. "Here's your favorite treacle tart, my lord!" He graciously placed the plate in front of Tom, followed by Ron and Hermione.Then he turned to Tom, "Would you like anything else? French onion soup? Or a hot stew?"

Tom frowned inwardly.Ever since he brought the fake locket to Kreacher, the house-elf's attitude had changed from superficial respect to real respect, obedient to him, even Sirius couldn't compare to him.To be honest, he was very comfortable with this attitude, but it was a pity that the savior's taste was different from his, so it didn't feel right.But that's all I can think about..."Thanks, Kreacher, that's enough."

"Yeah, you just rest up, Kreacher." Ron had already begun to eat his portion of food, which made him forget his previous complaint: "If you go on, I think you just want to Treat Harry to a treat."

"If the little master wants, Kreacher can do it!" Kreacher looked at Tom eagerly.

"Ron!" said Hermione reproachfully. "Soup and stew are better for dinner. Thank you, Kreacher."

The house-elf watched Tom nod, bowed deeply, and disappeared with a snap.Hermione picked up a pie, and seeing that Tom hadn't touched it, she couldn't help but wondered: "Aren't you going to eat it? Kreacher's craftsmanship is pretty good."

"Yeah, it doesn't taste good when it's cold!" Ron confirmed what he said with an indistinct voice from his stuffed mouth.

Tom nodded again to show he knew.But he still stared at the plate in front of him, and felt that indescribable weirdness again.Not just because of the sincere respect of the house-elves, but also the unguarded, caring simplicity of Ron and Hermione.Strange but familiar, like... the feeling of the savior in his head?

Stupid and gullible Gryffindors, Tom thought.But he said nothing, just took the pie and stuffed it into his mouth.

Apart from studying, the places the three of them went to were The Burrow and Diagon Alley.Everything seemed normal, peaceful and beautiful.And the day before boarding the Hogwarts Express, Tom went to see Harry again.Whether he sees Harry in his sleep is really up to him, because he can use his Occlumency to completely block out the other consciousness in his head if he wants to.He didn't know if it was because it was too long since the last meeting, but he felt that the savior looked like a real person this time, and the savior seemed to have bright eyes when he saw him... The latter was not his illusion at all Bar?

"You're here at last!" Harry jumped out of his chair with obvious delight in his face and voice.

And Tom stared at his chair—where's that chair?If he was not mistaken, the wand was useless here.And here is his consciousness, it is much more difficult for the savior to want a chair than him.

Harry noticed his gaze, and explained nonchalantly, "I've been wanting a chair for a while, and then it showed up. But it doesn't matter," he approached Tom, looking closely at him, "You're the closest Are you ok?"

Tom nearly choked on him.Is this problem reversed?He was obviously the one who snatched the body of the savior, why did the savior act as if he just borrowed it for a while in a friendly way? "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?" He replied stiffly.

"Looks good," Harry concluded.This is Voldemort's reserved attitude. If the other party answers him very kindly, there is a problem.

Tom almost stared at him, but managed it.He is still more used to being the savior who jumps his feet in anger. It is really hard to figure out how to deal with this type. "It's not bad." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry, "Want to know what's going on outside?"

"Of course!" Harry replied immediately, "Now tell me?"

Such a direct admission made Tom unable to sell it even if he wanted to.It's a completely different matter from dealing with Slytherins, Gryffindors are always very direct about their wishes and never go around the bush.But Tom didn't expect to exchange this news from the Savior for anything now, so he told him roughly.

Harry listened, and there was a long silence.Then he sat back in the chair, tucked his feet in there too, hugged them with his hands, and rested his head on his lap.

"What's your reaction?" Tom couldn't quite understand the reaction.Isn't everything on track?So calm that he was bored.Could the savior find anything that was not to his liking?

Harry glanced at him, as if suspecting he didn't understand, but answered anyway. "I miss them," he said sullenly.

Missing... This emotion is indeed a difficult word for Tom to understand.He raised his eyebrows again, feeling that he had finally seized an opportunity: "So, can you still stay here carefree?"

Harry glanced at him again.He didn't jump up as Tom expected, and there wasn't even anger in his eyes. "You got one thing wrong," he said softly.

"What?" Tom asked reflexively.He didn't like the feeling that the rhythm of the conversation was being controlled by the other party, so his tone was not very good.

"It's not that I don't want to get out of this situation for the sake of my miss, but I'm willing to stay here for you," said Harry.

for him?Tom froze for a moment, then sneered. "What do you mean by that? Are you expecting me to let you out? Whether it's me, or another part of me?"

Harry blinked and said nothing, apparently acquiescing.

"Very good, you once again refreshed my naive understanding of Gryffindor." Tom said coldly, and walked away.

Harry didn't object.He watched the back of the other party leave, dragging a long shadow on the ground.Voldemort couldn't recover the soul piece by the usual means, and he knew that.And compared to tough measures, he would rather see the soul piece do so voluntarily.

The green light faded away, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, with waves of cold and damp coming in.Harry closed his eyes and imagined himself waiting for the arrival of the crimson steam locomotive at King's Cross Station, the sun shining on him through the transparent roof.

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