war and peace

Voldemort was already in front of him, looking down at him from a height. "To be honest, you are smarter than I imagined, and you are very courageous. This is your first time using Remembrance, right? You did a great job." The tone was very calm, as if the person whose memory had just been read was not he.

In fact, he feels very complicated now, half annoyed and half relieved.Annoyed because no one has ever dared to disobey him, ever.Obsess over him?No one wanted to do it, or maybe no one dared to do it, and no one wanted to know what he was thinking.Not only did Harry do it, he succeeded.When he thought of the previous tutoring, he suddenly had a feeling of "not wasting energy in vain".

"Don't talk to me in that tone!" Harry almost broke down.Both Professor Roald and Tom were obviously his fake identities... He was struck down by this cruel fact.What's more cruel, he seems to have fallen in love with his deadly enemy...and the culprit stands in front of him, praising him for a job well done in a weather-talking tone!He is no longer Professor Roald, and he is no longer Tom...

Voldemort looked at the boy on the ground.At the moment of seeing him collapse, there was a subtle sense of satisfaction in my heart.Does this show that the Savior is taking his feelings seriously?He immediately put this idea behind him, now that the savior knows, even if he had it before, he will never have it again. "I've told you more than once, this time I'm giving you a chance to kill me." There seemed to be a twist in his heart, but he chose to ignore it. "As you can see, it's just a game."

Harry shuddered violently.He raised his head, with obvious disbelief in his voice: "Game?"

"Otherwise, what do you think it will be? Of course I have to make sure that before I do it, you will not be killed by other crappy little characters, even my men." Voldemort chuckled lightly, his tone It was full of sarcasm, "Could it be that they put an end to each other, turned enemies into friends, and fell in love with each other?" He bent down, raised Harry's chin with two fingers, and made the two eyes meet. "Is this possible? Is there a more innocent idea than this? If I have given you the illusion, I'm sorry, it can't be true."

They were very close together, nose to nose.Harry tried to hide, but Voldemort's other hand pressed hard on his chin, so hard that it hurt him.Harry struggled, but what happened next left his upraised hand frozen in midair.Voldemort turned his head and approached slowly, a kiss fell on the corner of Harry's lips.It is very gentle, like a superficial touch, and is completely inversely proportional to the strength of the chin and hand.Harry couldn't believe that someone who was saying sorry one second was kissing him the next.

"It's all over," Voldemort whispered in Harry's ear.The savior's reaction did not escape him.All I can say is, is that really the case?So, he made the best decision indeed?Kill him... This was just a sarcasm, but it turned out to be the best choice now.The final sword fight...

The Savior now knows who he really is, but there is still one thing that only he knows.It's a weakness for him, but also a talisman, so that he can't kill him, and whoever strikes first loses a move.But, on the other hand, who would have known that the Savior would turn out to be someone who genuinely cared about him?So that he doesn't want to destroy him now?

Harry couldn't see the complex facial expressions of the almost cheek-to-cheek man, he could only feel a long breath brushing his earlobe, as if Voldemort was sighing.The grip on his jaw tightened, and finally seemed to be reluctant to let go.Voldemort half straightened up, pulling away the distance.

Harry could feel the icy air around Voldemort, and couldn't tell if he was more shocked or more angry.He wanted to raise his hand to wipe his lips, but he felt that doing so seemed to show weakness in front of Voldemort, so he gave up. "So what are you doing now? Don't tell me it's a farewell kiss, huh?" He stared straight into those unfathomable black eyes, hoping to see something from them, but he failed again.He was still ignorant of Voldemort's true thoughts.

"You can think so. Also, don't try again. You succeeded just now because of that little connection between us, which made it easier for you." Voldemort easily saw what Harry wanted to do, and he scanned A look at Harry's scar. "I thought I picked a bad opponent, but it doesn't look like that now." He stood up, "Hurry up and go back before I change my mind." His tone became colder. "I will destroy you."

Harry stared at Voldemort's retreating back until he disappeared around the corner.The shock of first finding out passed, replaced by a rising anger.

He said "naive"!He said "illusion"!He said "just a game"!This is even more unacceptable than falling in love with a deadly enemy. Could it be that I am really being tricked?Harry had the urge to catch up and ask what happened, but his raised foot stopped in mid-air.Isn't fake better?They can continue to be enemies.Even if it is true, it is the same as Voldemort said, "It cannot be true".

It was almost dawn.Harry couldn't think of any way to explain to the fat lady why he ran outside the tower in his pajamas, so he was going to wait for the first Gryffindor to come out and use the Disillusionment Charm to get in.He stood in the corridor closest to the portrait, looking out through the frost-covered windows.The castle grounds were covered in silver, and there was a lot of snow.There were some tall pine trees in the courtyard, their golden ornaments already covered with snow, and it was the first morning after Christmas.

But Harry's mood and the weather were one temperature.

At first he was suspicious of Tom, but then unconsciously changed.Was it Hermione's wooing?Or is it because he has similar characteristics to himself, so he is getting closer?

No, he knew about it early on.Since he would think of forging two identities, he had already prepared for it.He had planned to sneak into Hogwarts a long time ago, and even managed to hide it from Dumbledore, and got the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts that he wanted most.Also, he had asked himself which house he wanted to enter before, was he assigned to Gryffindor just to keep an eye on him?Then what he said is really possible...

But you think about what he did!Another voice rang in his head.What did he do?When they met for the first time, although he was reluctant, didn't he cast those little spells on them to protect them from humidity and cold?At most, it is the soul piece on the crown of Ravenclaw. Did he hurt others?The earliest friendship with Hermione was because of Quidditch, and he guessed that Voldemort - aka Tom - didn't really fall hard, but that he needed an excuse to hide the pain of his fused soul?

As for the look that made him fall, maybe his Occlumency was suddenly lifted?Harry racked his brains, Hermione had mentioned his Patronus Charm then, but why would Voldemort have reacted to that?He couldn't possibly know what he was thinking...

Thinking about it now, many of the words he said had meaning, but he didn't realize it.

Like Easter, that night he said, "If I were you, I would definitely eat more"-that is, he had already decided to announce his return in the early hours of the morning, and he was sure he would go!

And the time Peter was caught, when he and Ron returned to the classroom from the principal's room, he seemed to say to Hermione, "There was a little accident", did he find out?Had he uncharacteristically asked to practice with his pets before?Is this also...

Harry shook his head.It looked like Voldemort knew a lot more than he thought.And he didn't do it twice and again, which is very strange.It's as if Voldemort is training his enemy to make him really qualified and powerful to kill him... But is it possible?

Suddenly there was a creak.Harry realized that it was the sound of the opening of the portrait hole being unscrewed, and hurriedly cast a Disillusionment Charm to himself. "Christmas is just over, boy! Can you let me sleep soundly? Even for a day?" The fat lady was flushed, her eyes were cloudy, her bodice buttons were more bulging than usual, and she obviously had a big meal last night.She hiccupped as she spoke, which made Harry wonder if she had drunk a dozen lemon sherry.

A dark-haired boy emerged from it.Holding the book in his hand, he ignored the fat lady's complaints.Harry realized who it was right away, and ducked back reflexively, only to realize half a second later that he was invisible.The dark-haired boy glanced at the corridors on both sides and frowned.Harry doubted he knew he'd be waiting outside, so there was a sense of being seen through as his eyes passed.

But he left quickly without stopping.Harry waited until he had walked a dozen steps before he dared to sneak towards the fat lady. Fortunately, the fat lady was not sober and reacted very slowly.Otherwise, when Hermione came out, he didn't know how long he would stay outside in the cold.It occurred to Harry, sitting by the fire in the common room, that he had been so busy thinking about things that he had forgotten to cast a Warming Charm on himself.

But he never remembered such things, it was Tom every time... Stop!Harry tried to ignore the heavy feeling that came over him.He was Voldemort...would anyone know what he was up to until he made a definite move?And he said it himself, it's just a game...

Why does it feel heavier... Harry wondered annoyed.He should have considered other, more obvious things, like, how did Voldemort manage to maintain the appearance of two people at the same time?or three?Also, after he came out from the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets, he went directly to the Gryffindor Tower. During this period, he didn't see the fat lady's portrait opened once. How did Voldemort go back?

Hermione thought that just one night later, her two friends were fighting again.Worse than last time, because Harry seemed to want to cut everything off from Tom.Not only his, but he asked her to break off with Tom too, without saying why.

"Keep your distance from Tom, Hermione, please, please?" Ever since he knew Tom was Voldemort, Harry never wanted to be in the same place with him at the same time.And he couldn't let the unsuspecting Hermione stay with Tom by herself, that was Voldemort!

"Harry, that's impossible..." Hermione tried to convince him.In her view, this is completely unreasonable. "You two fought again, didn't you? What was it about this time? Wasn't it okay at the dinner party?"

Harry opened his mouth, and found he couldn't come up with an explanation.Could he tell Hermione?He unlocked Voldemort's Portkey?Go to the secret room in the castle?Met the ghost of Salazar Slytherin and Voldemort himself?In the end, he also read Voldemort?Um?It sounds very unreliable.Regardless of who would believe it for the time being, there is no way to tell others about this matter.

Hermione looked at him annoyed. "If you don't say anything, I can't do it. And, Tom, though unapproachable, in my opinion, is not one to turn a blind eye to the kindness of others." Then she packed her bags and went to the library up.

Harry watched her back and sighed.He couldn't forcefully stop Hermione!There are other students, during class, when sleeping, if Voldemort wants to do something, it is simply as easy as pie!Can one just hope that Voldemort is the same as before?The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, he stood up abruptly and ran upstairs, the chair made a loud clatter.

The Weasley children were playing wizard chess on the other side.The movement Harry made startled them, and the four looked at each other.

"What happened to him?" George asked.

Fred replied quickly: "He said something to Hermione, and Hermione didn't agree, and he was very unhappy."

"I seem to hear 'Tom' 'keep your distance' or something…" said Ron, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, "Fred, it's your turn!"

Fred ignored his last sentence. "Oh? Sounds a lot like that..." He winked at his twin.The latter returned him with a knowing expression, "I think so too."

"Like what?" Ron asked immediately.

"Oh, you can't tell Ginny that our dear little sister is going to be sad~~" said Fred briskly.He lowered his voice, pulled Ron closer, and said mysteriously, "Can't you see that? Harry likes Hermione, and Hermione likes Tom, that's why the scene just happened!"

Ron was shocked: "What? Harry likes Hermione? Hermione likes Tom?"