[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

As soon as Hannibal's words fell, Harry's goosebumps instantly stood up.His left hand uncontrollably clenched the wand in his sleeve, and almost threw out a curse.

Hannibal's hand stopped in front of him, Harry suppressed the bad impulse in his heart, forced a smile, stretched out his right hand and shook Hannibal: "Hey, hello, I It's Will's pen pal, Harry Potter, you can call me Harry."

"Harry, you can also call me Hannibal." Hannibal smiled at him politely, feeling like a typical European gentleman.He led Harry and Will to visit his home together, "Will rarely brings friends here, it's a great honor to entertain you."

Holding his wand for courage, Harry said, "Your demeanor is very much that of a classical European gentleman."

"Oh, Harry, you see very well," Hannibal spoke slowly, his gaze seemed to pass Harry's left sleeve inadvertently, "I came from a noble family in Lithuania, and my father was a Lithuanian Earl, I did live a traditional aristocratic life in Lecter Castle when I was young."

As their conversation unfolded, the premonition and impulse of natural enemies gradually dissipated.But Harry knew that his hunches were very keen, and his intuition on many things could often point to the truth, and Will's few nonsensical words beforehand also made him very concerned.The shadow is always lingering in his heart and cannot go away, so that he can't restrain himself from being overly nervous.

After visiting Hannibal's extremely luxurious and exotic home decoration, he led the two guests to sit in the dining room. The theme aria of Bach's Goldberg Variations echoed in the room. The painting of swans and swans is hung on the fireplace, and the dim light makes the dining room unpredictable.

Red wine, appetizers, soups, and staple food were served with raging flames, and many dishes were brought up and placed in front of the three of them one by one.

"Fortunately, I prepared some extra ingredients." After serving the dishes, Hannibal took a seat next to Will and made an inviting gesture, "Please, Harry, I hope my craftsmanship can satisfy you."

"What's this?" Harry looked at the staple food in front of him, there seemed to be a small black shadow under the flame, and the pomegranates, tomatoes, and raspberries decorated around it made a delicate gesture.

"Bunting," Hannibal said, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, but the smile didn't seep into his eyes. "In the eyes of gourmets, bunting is considered a rare but immoral delicacy. It’s a must for every guest. The bird is drowned in Armagnac before cooking, then roasted and eaten whole.”

The flame is slowly shrinking, and the shape of a bird under the flame can already be seen.Will looked down at the dishes and said, "Buntings are endangered."

"Who isn't?" Hannibal laughed.Harry shivered, and couldn't help but secretly grabbed the wand in his sleeve again.

"According to tradition, we eat this meal with a cloth over our head to hide from God," said Hannibal, as the conversation progressed, with the flames already extinguished and the bird with hot smoke. Shot, took the first to take a bunting, "I will not hide from God."

He raised the bunting in his hand and signaled to the two present: "Please, Harry, Will."

Will also reached out his hand and picked up the bunting in the dishes; while Harry thought about Will's previous sentence "don't eat meat", he hesitated and didn't reach out.

Hannibal noticed this, and he glanced across Will's face with deep meaning, and settled on Harry: "What's the matter, Harry? Is the food not to your liking? Or you don't like meat? —You don't look like a vegetarian."

This sentence blocked Harry's original "vegetarian" excuse back into his stomach, and the premonition seemed to be sounding the alarm again, reminding him of something.Harry reached out hesitantly, and picked up the last bunting.He looked at the bones exposed in the meat, and asked hesitantly, "Eat the meat and bones?"

"Flesh and bone," Hannibal said, putting the bunting in his mouth.The Adam's apple was squirming, and the expression of enjoyment appeared on his face, Hannibal made the act of eating so elegant and terrifying.

With no other choice, Harry followed suit and ate the bunting.

Then, his movements stopped.

No wonder Hannibal said that this is a compulsory course for gourmets. The fresh and tender meat has a lingering taste of wine, and the soft bone has a crisp and tough feeling. It is grilled just right, and it seems to have the ultimate umami taste in an instant burst in the mouth.Unexpectedly, Dr. Hannibal's culinary skills are really superb. This meal was so well cooked that Harry almost swallowed his tongue.

"After eating bunting for the first time, I felt very happy." Hannibal narrowed his eyes slightly, the intoxication had not yet faded from his face, "This excitement made me feel the power over life and death." He swiped Take a look, showing that half-smile expression, didn't make it very clear.

"I thought this slight stimulation wouldn't get you excited anymore." Will took Hannibal's words, turning his attention from Harry to himself.

Hannibal took the paper towel on the table and wiped his hands slowly: "Did you feel any faster heartbeat when you ate the bunting, or when you brought me that slender and delicious pig?"

Half of Will's face is lit by the flames of the fireplace, and half of his face is in shadow.He stared at Hannibal and said, "No."

"A low heart rate can truly reflect a person's ability to commit violence." Hannibal's smile penetrated into his eyes this time, but the expression he stared at Will made Harry, who was watching, shudder again, "Your imagination is evolving , the choices you make affect the physical makeup of your brain..."

Goldberg Variations whirled behind him, and Hannibal said meaningfully: "You must understand that the metabolism of blood and breath is just fuel for you to shine, just like the stove burning on this table."

He and Will turned their gazes to the stove on the table.Hannibal's tone of voice seemed to be singing an aria: "I can feed the larvae and whisper to the chrysalis, but the adult moth that breaks out of the cocoon only follows its own nature, and I can't do anything about it."

The dinner party that made Harry move his index finger but felt uncomfortable was finally over, and Will led Harry to his car: "Shall I take you home tonight?"

It's hard for Harry to say that he can Apparate, after all Will has been wiped from the memory of the wizarding world.However, it was nice to have a return trip where we could chat all the way. He had something to say, "Okay, thank you!"

After getting into the car and being relatively silent for a while, Harry said, "Be careful with your psychiatrist, I don't think he is a good person."

A shadow flitted across Will's face, and he murmured, "Your senses are sharp."

Harry asked strangely: "Do you feel something is wrong already? Then why do you still let him be your psychiatrist?"

Will smiled reluctantly. Against the background of the night, his face was as white as a ghost: "This is a fishing... I released the precious bait and waited patiently, waiting for the hunter to take the bait..."

"What?" Harry asked another WHAT uncontrollably.

"Hannibal Lecter is..." Will paused and laughed, "Forget it, I have said this to countless people, those who don't believe me will never believe it, and those who believe in me will soon die gone."

"I believe you." Harry looked confused, but still chose the most suitable answer by instinct.

Will turned his head and took a deep look at him, then turned back and continued to drive and look at the road. His voice matched the dark night so well that it made people shiver: "Hannibal is the real murderer, he is The copycat and the Chesapeake Ripper that the cops were looking for, he killed Abigail, he killed everyone, he buried everything, he set me up in jail, No one can catch his traces..."

Harry swallowed again: "But... he's still your psychiatrist now? He also entertained you very warmly to the dinner party? Your relationship seems to be..."

Harry's words stopped, thinking of Will's previous sentence "This is a fishing", he reacted instantly, he glared at Will: "You are approaching him, you are trying to collect traces of his crime, you In - undercover!"

A more legendary story than a novel seems to be unfolding before his eyes, Harry asked excitedly: "Am I guessing right? Wow, I almost feel like I'm listening to a legendary story, a policeman who fights wits with a murderer, an undercover and a counterattack Undercover..."

However, Harry's chattering with such excitement did not elicit any reaction from Will.He still had a pale face, staring intently at the road ahead, without showing any change in expression.

Harry's words gradually stopped, and he looked at Will suspiciously: "Did I guess right?"

Will smiled, and the curve of his lips looked exactly like Hannibal's.He seemed to be answering Harry, and also seemed to be talking to himself: "He who fights the devil, should be careful not to become a devil. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

"What?" Harry was confused and asked WHAT again.

"Written by Nietzsche in Beyond Good and Evil," Will replied curtly.

"You mean," Harry tried to connect the clues, "you're worried about being influenced by Hannibal and falling into the dark?"

"Maybe I'm already in the dark."

"How is that possible," Harry pouted, "You're not that kind of person."

"Who knows what kind of person I am?" Will's voice was as soft as a whisper from hell, whispering with a bone-chilling chill, "Your home is here."

The car parked quietly on the side of the road, and a small magic manor that was not set up to hide was right in front of us.Will glanced at Harry and left an inexplicable sentence: "I'm glad you can come to see me, Harry, but...you'd better go back to England as soon as possible, here...it's dangerous."