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In terms of embarrassment, this matter can definitely rank first in Harry's life experience so far.That wasn't the worst; the worst part was that Voldemort must have figured out that he was reacting and acted like he didn't know anything.

What else can I do?Isn't it a good option to confess your love|desire to your old enemy?

Something in Harry's head reminded him coldly.

Indeed, the other villain replied a little weakly, so do I have to pretend nothing happened, except to thank Voldemort for removing the scar left by Umbridge?

It was pointless, said the first villain, who had already said he didn't want that handwriting either.Besides, he already asked for payment for it, didn't he?

Harry thought about the meals he had prepared.That's true, but if I hadn't contradicted Umbridge, he wouldn't have that handwriting... Uh, wait, can he still feel the sharp pen tip scratching his skin at the same time?When I'm bleeding, he's bleeding too?Merlin's socks!

You're thinking too much too, the first villain's voice is now stern, think what he did to you?How much pain has he caused you?And has he ever apologized for this, even if false, even once?

He really didn't, and the second villain argued hard and got a little angry, but that's not why I should emulate him!We are different people, I have my own principles, okay?

The first villain snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Although it seemed that the second villain had temporarily won the victory, Harry was still very upset.He stared at the oval mirror with exquisite brass carvings in front of him, feeling as if he could see several strands of consciousness fighting under his forehead.He was convinced that Voldemort's promise to come here could not mean that the other party did not treat him as an enemy, and the suspected gesture of favor was also likely to have ulterior motives. However, in the past time together, Voldemort did do some things that the Dark Lord would not have done. thing--

Even if they've got a fair deal on hand scars and everyday food, neither does the supermarket section.His desire to drink eggnog was just a whim, and there was absolutely no need for Voldemort to lie for him.Taking a step back, if the Dark Lord wanted to anger him, there were many ways to do it, so why did he have to do it by getting rid of the Muggle cashier for him?

Realizing that he might have interpreted the other party's actions maliciously, Harry bent down and splashed a handful of cold water on his face forcefully.You are here to eliminate as much as possible the side effects of the long-term separation of soul mates, and there is no benefit in being dead with Voldemort, he silently told himself, staring into his eyes in the mirror.Just be nice the rest of the time, you can!

The next day was Christmas Eve.Harry couldn't sleep well at night, got up early in the morning, got into the kitchen, and dealt with various ingredients.Although he can cook, he has never cooked a Christmas dinner by himself.Since Voldemort had never been fussy about his food, he guessed it would be okay if he didn't prepare so early; but there was nothing else to do anyway, and it was worse to pass the time and have time to think.

Voldemort probably thought he'd just make it through, because he showed up before Harry finished lunch today.Moreover, he did not go back upstairs after the meal, but stayed in the living room, casually flipping through a leather book.

Harry's reaction to this was somewhat conflicted.It's better for the Dark Lord to be consciously present than to be haunted by the idea of ​​being called or not, but it also means that he has to come out of the kitchen and stay with him in the living room while he waits for the roast goose to be finished. inside.

It feels weird, especially after what happened last night.Even if Voldemort didn't show the slightest intention to mention it, Harry was still so embarrassed that he couldn't look at the man directly.He had to find the biggest book and stand it upright in front of him, and he almost blocked himself behind it.This was an expedient measure, but when he put the book down again, the opposite sofa was empty, and Voldemort left at some point.

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief, after all he really didn't know what to say to the Dark Lord.At the same time, he had a subtle feeling that the two of them respecting each other like ice was more embarrassing than arguing, not to mention laying a good emotional foundation for learning Occlumency in the future.

It's so frustrating...

Harry fell back, pressing his forehead, rather doubting whether Dumbledore's plan would have the desired effect.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was much the same as it was at lunch.Both of them were silent, and only the slight sound of knives and forks colliding with plates could be heard in the huge space, which was in stark contrast to the sumptuous meals.

Harry kept watching the other side furtively, trying to find the perfect moment to speak.Voldemort seemed unaware of this gaze.His eyes never really looked up at Harry the whole time, his attention seemed to be completely taken away by the food.

But that can never be true.Harry realized that this was his last chance for the day when he saw Voldemort return the knife and fork neatly side by side to the plate. "Wait!" he yelled, a little flustered.

Voldemort, who was about to stand up, paused.He looked like he didn't want to talk, but finally he opened his mouth: "What's the matter?"

The glance of those emotionless scarlet eyes made Harry even more nervous. "It's nothing, I just thought..." he said, his lack of confidence in his plan causing him to stammer, "That's it, that thing at the supermarket..."

"Oh, that," said Voldemort, without showing any surprise. "Haven't you already come to a conclusion? Retaliation or something?"

"I'm not..." Although there was no trace of anger in the other party's tone, Harry's face quickly flushed red. "I did not mean that……"

Voldemort returned a mistrustful look. "Then what do you mean?"

Pushed to the point of no return, Harry was terribly embarrassed.However, whether Voldemort is pretending to be confused or not, it cannot affect the decision he has already made. "Look over there?" He settled down and pointed in one direction.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, apparently not buying it.He stared at Harry for two seconds before turning his head condescendingly.The place Harry was pointing at was the Christmas tree; the decorations on the tree hadn't changed, but there was an extra folded sweater under the tree.

"Thank you for your help...?" Harry whispered, as if explaining, "Sorry, I couldn't find the right size wrapping paper here."

Voldemort stared at the gold and red sweater for a moment, then stared back at Harry - Harry had an identical Christmas sweater on him, which he had bought in a Muggle shop. "Could it be a gift?" He couldn't believe it for a moment. Before Harry could answer, he continued to ask: "Did no one tell you that gifts should be given to others, not to yourself?"

Hearing this, Harry blushed even more.He stood up awkwardly, took a few steps to the edge of the Christmas tree, took out his wand, and poked the sweater a few times.A burnt smell wafted out, and at the same time the sweater turned into a silver-green style.He picked up the sweater and walked back to the table, shoving it all over Voldemort's arms.

"Is this all right?" He whispered, a little bit annoyed.

Voldemort twitched his nostrils, wondering how the boy could do this with a super simple color-changing spell.But the look on Harry's face made it clear that there was nothing he could do to bring it up, and he wisely swallowed the distasteful words back.

"Okay," he draws out compromisingly, "if that's better for you." To be honest, he doesn't need a sweater at all, but Harry won't be happy if he doesn't take it; It's not worth the headache...

Seeing this, Harry finally looked a little better.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Voldemort recovered from the thought of "nothing to lose by coaxing him", and seeing that Harry hadn't walked away, he couldn't help asking.

Only then did Harry realize that the distance between the two was palpably close.He took a sudden step back, and then realized that it was inappropriate, so he hurriedly took another half step back. "I...you..." He tried his best to ignore the Dark Lord's playful gaze on the ground, and he mustered up his courage again, "Do you want to go out for a walk? I mean, uh, it's too boring to stay indoors all the time."

Knowing that it was an invitation, Voldemort raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and didn't bother to hide his surprise—is it true or not, the savior's attitude changed so quickly in less than half a day? "Of course." He agreed with little hesitation, and became genuinely interested in what was going to happen next.