[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 141

Harry had come a long way.Although he still has no concept of the passage of time, he is now more and more used to this area.And he clearly realized that this place really only had something to do with his state of mind.As long as his faith is firm, he will not be attacked by darkness and despair.Furthermore, he can change this place with his own power.Not having to eat or sleep in this situation is really a good thing, because it will undoubtedly increase his efficiency.He doesn't know how much he can change, but he will never give up.

Suddenly, the darkness in front of him moved.They trembled, as if they were offended, and fought back with claws and teeth.His newly expanded area instantly turned into bottomless darkness again, still roaring and rolling.

Harry was forced to take two steps backwards before realizing what had happened.He turned around and walked back quickly.But before he reached the original place, a figure appeared in the darkness opposite him.

"Good work for you, Potter!" growled Tom. "How dare you, how dare you—!" Because of his anger, his facial features were distorted.For the same reason, his voice became sharp and high-pitched, as if it could pierce a person's eardrum.

I don't know if it was Harry's illusion, but he saw a terrible red light flashing in the other person's eyes.For a moment, he felt that the other person's face turned into a burnt flat snake face.But he didn't hold back from it. "If you think this anger will scare me, then you are very wrong."

Tom stared at Harry hard, his nostrils flaring slightly.

For a fairly brief moment, he felt unwarranted anger at Harry's composure.In other words, it was that calmness that fueled his greater anger.It couldn't be, anyone else should be afraid of him, trembling under his rage.Forget about Dumbledore, now even the savior...

And after this period of time, he realized that his usual methods didn't work well with the Savior—no matter whether it was an ugly face or a contemptuous threat, he couldn't make the Savior fearful.To put it bluntly, if a person can face Avada Kedavra directly, then his fear of other things must be more limited.Just like the showdown in the Great Hall before, they circled face to face, wands in hand, and Harry said things to him that he would never think of himself in his life.

What was his reaction then?Suspect?Guilty?Or become angry from embarrassment?But whatever it is, a large part of the feeling overlaps with the present.He didn't believe that the Savior could win against him then, just as he didn't believe that the Savior could make such a big noise in his head that he didn't know it yet.

But what about the result?

Thinking of the unknown failure, Tom's head immediately calmed down.Because if it was successful, he would have dominated the magic world long ago, why is he still dawdling with the savior here? "Every time I see you, you can say a lot of great truths. It seems so." He resumed, "I have to admit that Dumbledore taught you well in this regard."

Harry stared into his face, steady as he calmed down. "Probably so," he said, "you and I have always known the answer to that question."

The two looked at each other for a while.Because that's a certainty, and they can't now repeat the situation of pointing their wands at each other again - magic doesn't work here.In fact, even with wands, they probably wouldn't be able to fight - Tom is bound by an unbreakable vow (though he doesn't admit that he agreed to it) to harm Harry; May actively hurt him.

In fact, even Tom couldn't deny that another part of himself had made this vow to his advantage - another failed Avada Kedavra?Couldn't hurt the other party in the first place, isn't this an excuse much better?

So how to solve this problem?He cursed silently in his heart.Is he going to watch the savior continue to bounce around in his head, and then turn the surroundings into what the other party likes?How can that work?

Tom was staring at Harry's face at first, but as he thought for a while, his eyes gradually fell down to the ground, and then he sneered in his heart.Because he found that the places where they stood also clearly represented their positions—his feet were always black and the waves were restless; while the feet of the Savior looked more like some kind of white hard plane, which seemed to reflect light.

It made him think again of the prophecy, about only one of the two surviving.Though it was a thing of the past that he believed that prophecy would come true (he acted on it, and failed), and that ball of prophecy was now broken again, he couldn't help thinking about it.Is it really useless?Instead of changing another way to achieve it?A new way he couldn't foresee?Or is it a development trend that he can't guess?

It's all evidence that he shares the same thinking patterns as another part of himself.Because even if Death said so, no part of Voldemort would fully believe in Death.Not to mention, he didn't even know what the other part of himself asked of Death.The savior doesn't know either, otherwise he can try to trick the other party now...

He didn't feel like another part of himself knew to guard against himself from the start, but there was no doubt that this was how a Dark Lord should behave - never showing his cards.Even if this caused him many obstacles at this time, it also made him unable to deny that this is him, and this is what he will do.Even so, he can still use this to do something...

Tom made up his mind. "Do you think this is useful?" He pointed to a small piece of white mist that wandered past, "Do you think this will be successful? Transform my heart and make me agree to leave your body? Or more exaggeratedly , you want me to be the Voldemort you know?"

"I do wish you would leave my body on your own initiative," Harry said frankly. "But if it's useful, successful, or even Voldemort, I don't even think about it." He looked straight into those black eyes, and his figure was straight. "If you insist on thinking so, I can only state it again-you have always been the same person, and there is no question of who becomes who."

"Sounds good," Tom sneered again, "that's why you've been here without any influence from me? But you should know," his voice trailed off, "me and the other part I'm different. If he's been with you for six years, it's definitely not me. How much do you think we've dealt with since the summer vacation? Do you think I can really make the same choices as him ?”

"Time doesn't change my opinion," insisted Harry. "You are one, that is a fact."

"The fact is, if it were him, he would never do what I am doing now." Tom raised his voice slightly. "Do you trust him so much? So that you firmly believe that I, like him, will not hurt you?"

This time Harry didn't answer him quickly.Because he never had any illusions about his opponent's position with Voldemort. "You're right," he reluctantly admitted, "he really wouldn't do it. And if it hurts," he bit his lip slightly, "the current situation should be that there is no way, not that you don't want to do it Bar?"

Tom was slightly surprised. "I thought you were naive... now it looks like I was wrong?" he said softly, then quickly, "but that's okay. I noticed you didn't contradict my argument about trust. That is to say, you clearly know my attitude, but at the same time, you really trust him with all your heart?"

Harry said nothing.Because he wanted to know where the other party was going to play, and what arguments they were going to use to sway him.

"Don't you think you're a little contradictory? Or rather, you're a little unwise?" Tom went on, tiptoeing half a step forward. "We're one, that's what you said; you know there's tension between you and me, but at the same time you trust him—don't you think that's a little funny?"

"What on earth are you trying to say? Go ahead." Harry gritted his teeth secretly.He must resist the desire to jump up and refute now, because he must put this at the end to completely convince the other party.

Tom took this as a sign of weakness in disguise.He took another half step forward, and the distance between their bodies was only one step away. "In a hurry?" He let out a deep laugh from the depths of his throat, because of his tone, it sounded more panic-stricken than that sharp voice. "I understand, Gryffindors are like this, and you are already doing well."

Then he received Harry's more impatient eyes, and the expression on his face became even more pleasant: "If you really know what my attitude towards you is, why can you trust him naively and have hope in him? Even if you came back together, spent enough time together, seemed close enough—but do you really know what he's thinking?"

Harry wanted to say of course he knew.Ambition, sex, possessiveness, no one knows better than him.Nothing to do with the prophecy, they started because Voldemort chose him as his opponent.Then something happened, creating a bond between them never before seen in the history of the wizarding world.Whether it is an enemy or a lover, he is the one who knows Voldemort best.

But he didn't say that, and just continued to stare at each other silently.

"Of course, you know what I'm going to say at this point, right?" Tom raised the corner of his mouth slightly. "I guess you must be thinking that no matter what I say, you will refute me loudly, right?" He lowered his head slightly, and his voice became lower and lower, as if carrying some kind of deadly poison, "But you have to be disappointed No, you can't do that—because I'm sure you don't know the answer to that question."

Until now, Tom still has that handsome face.But in the next instant, he turned into a pale snake face, with red vertical pupils staring at Harry. "I heard that you have a seven-year plan? But at the end of these seven years, do you know what will happen? Maybe you can succeed and save your relatives and friends," he bent down, brushing Harry's cold cheek The skin on his face, his voice close to a whisper, put a hand on Harry's shoulder, "But not all of it, right? You didn't think of him or me when you wanted to do it, did you?"

Hearing this, Harry already understood what the other party wanted to say.He wanted to speak, but the other party continued the conversation faster than he did: "Let's make the best assumption that you are indeed a qualified savior, and you want to save the entire world, including a Dark Lord. But," He emphasized the turning point, "Even if you are really kind enough, the Dark Lord has nothing to do with this adjective. All I think about is myself. Why do you think I didn't tell you about the ultimate goal? Isn't it because , You are not included in that goal at all? So do you think that the goal you are fighting for is meaningful?"

His voice was getting lower and lower, almost inaudible; Harry was starting to tremble more and more.Tom straightened up slightly, and saw with satisfaction that the emerald eyes were dimly glowing.If the savior cannot be killed with the death curse, the only way is to break through from the heart.

It's just that he never thought that one day he would be able to use himself as the knife that stabbed the opponent's heart.He didn't have that experience, because to hurt people, you can only hurt what they hold dearest; health, pets, for example, and he's never played that kind of role.

It felt weird, he had to admit.There was the thrill of crushing someone with fear and desperation, the same old way, yes; but there was another, unspoken sense that he thought it was the effect of another part of himself on him, and refused to think about what it was.

"So, no matter how hard you try, there is no hope; because it is doomed from the beginning." Tom dropped the last sentence.He was about to turn around when one hand was pulled.He turned his head, still with that contemptuous smirk: "Didn't I make it clear enough?"

"Not enough," said Harry.Although he was still trembling and his voice was not stable, the strength in his hands was not lacking at all. "Why is there no hope for our future?"

"I never gave you anything like that, and he certainly didn't," said Tom bluntly.If he guessed correctly, he never puts his heart and soul into something he is not sure of; and the Savior seems to be much more emotional than he is; Pick it out, or make the shadow bigger.

"Whichever it is, you don't really believe what's happened recently, even if it's been six years? Think about it, compared to the time I spent lurking in the forests of Albania waiting to make a comeback, is it fundamental? Nothing? That is to say, even if he succeeds in the end and I am fused, it does not mean that we have a future—because he only thought of dominating the wizarding world at first. Oh, and of course there are Muggles. And as His mortal enemy, what will happen to you in this prospect, shouldn't you be enlightened?"

When this was finished, Tom himself felt sure enough.Even the savior should be defeated by his words.But Harry didn't intend to let go of him, and even pushed harder.He didn't seem to listen to anything Tom said. "What does it matter? Is the future of two people determined by one person? Is one person's hope given by another person?"

When Tom heard the first sentence, he still wanted to continue to mock.But when he heard the second and third questions, he couldn't laugh a little bit.He's not good at answering this type of question, and always has been.This lack of knowledge had caused him to suffer successive failures in his attempts to kill Harry; he had little desire to prove his ignorance again, in front of the same people.

In the moment of his pause, Harry had already asked the last two questions: "As long as I live, I have my hope, don't I? The same applies to us, doesn't it?"

Actually this is not a question.Because Harry already had the answer, and Tom knew it too.The atmosphere between the two fell into a very brief stalemate, which was broken by Harry's movements - he hardly spent much time getting closer to each other, because they were already very close; and he is now He has grown a lot taller, and some things are quite easy to do - he tilted his head and kissed the exceptionally sharp lips.

Tom froze when he felt the heat.He knew that he wanted to push the opponent away, but his body was as if it wasn't his own, and he couldn't move at all.In fact, he found that he couldn't bring himself to raise his hand until several seconds after the other had ended the brief kiss. "What do you think you're doing?" he snapped, putting a hand on Harry's chest, trying to push him aside.

"I thought we all knew?" Harry replied quickly, with another affirmative question.He is also quite difficult to deal with when he is stubborn.Especially now that he has made up his mind that he must do certain things, such as a deep kiss or something.In addition, the special nature of the sea of ​​consciousness gave him an advantage that he didn't have in the real world—strength is also related to consciousness, and the two of them are almost evenly matched now.In the end, he also discovered that although the other party insisted that he had his own consciousness, he still couldn't completely get rid of the influence of another part of himself, and couldn't make the most effective rejection.

This situation, Tom also realized.The first two didn't surprise him, but the last was a little tricky.With their hands and feet almost tangled together, he couldn't manage to throw the Savior to the ground several feet away.This seems to have a weird feeling, very similar to wanting to say no.

...Would you like to refuse or welcome?he?

Tom was furious for a moment.Even if you hold yourself back, it's not like this, is it?And the savior can kiss his face, isn't he simpler?

Thinking of this, Tom changed the direction of his force, and the hand that grabbed the opponent's shoulder went around the back of the head and pressed it up, while the other hand also clasped the opponent's waist.This caused their chests to collide with a dull sound, and their ribs ached.And as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt Harry's tongue eagerly slipping in.Their lips and teeth were bleeding from the previous fight, and the salty and sweet smells were intertwined, which cannot be described as delicious and gentle.

In fact, they kiss so erratically at first that there's blood running down the corners of their lips, their gums ache, and they're both a bit out of breath.No one showed weakness, no one backed down.

Facing such a ferocious attack, Tom certainly would not be easily passive.He quickly turned his back on the guest, pushing the intruder into another mouth that was warm but still smelling of blood, lingering and licking.He should have never done this kind of thing, but when he actually did it, he felt as if he had done it countless times, and he was familiar with it.He chased the tip of the other party's tongue, swept over the positions he thought should be swept one by one, and soon felt the effect——

Harry relaxed in his arms, and at some point his hands were tightly wrapped around his neck; and he himself was slightly hot, not uncomfortable at all, just comfortable and cozy, and wanted more ...

At this time, what I said before is simply not right.Tom's heart skipped a beat, he closed his eyes, and kissed the man in his arms deeper; and Harry tightened his arms, eager to cooperate.

For a while, only the slight sound of water could be heard in this area.It comes and goes, and finally fades away slowly.But they still embraced each other, their noses lightly touching their noses, rubbing each other slowly and ambiguously.

No one spoke.The atmosphere was very quiet, so quiet that it took several seconds for Harry to realize that the snake face that the other party had changed to intimidate him had changed back at some point.It made him laugh a little, but he ended up just hugging him a little tighter.

Appearance is not the point.That didn't affect his feelings.The point is, even if the soul piece denies it, he is also Voldemort's soul piece. irreparable.

Because as long as he lives, he firmly believes, and he struggles, there will be hope.Even death cannot separate them, because they have already experienced more than one death threat.Dumbledore had been right that death was just another great adventure; no matter how bad it turned out, he thought, the most they needed was another adventure.

Then, there are only his beliefs and his actions left, both of which are things he is good at.

As long as he is by his side for a day, he will not watch him slip into the dark abyss.

Be it love or life.

The author has something to say: main soul (crazy): soul piece you parallel importer!He was kissed by force! [Inner heart: Why is it that I am forced to kiss every time? ! 】

Author Jun (Wang Tian): Because Slytherin is always so awkward...

Main Soul & Soul Piece (same voice): Avada——

Harry (crazy): Can't you change the line? !