war and peace

"Harry, come here." Tom blinked.No one has ever treated him like this... They only see their own ambitions, desires, strength, and interests, but they ignore the real person behind these things.But Harry just sat there in a daze, not responding at all.Tom was a little puzzled, "Harry?" No, no, something went wrong... He was keenly aware of the change in the atmosphere.

"I have some questions." Harry turned his face away, a firm gleam in his green eyes.He had to get an answer from Voldemort, the kind he wanted or not.

Tom was silent for a while.Judging by the look on his boy's face, Lucius' actions during the day must have reminded him of something.He gritted his teeth and cursed Malfoy's lack of timing in his heart, the expression on his face remained unchanged. "Give me your hand." Seeing that Harry raised his eyebrows, Tom added unhurriedly: "I don't think your question is suitable to discuss here."

The other people in the dormitory were noisy just now, discussing enthusiastically the new gadgets they saw in Hogsmeade, but after all they played all day, they were ready to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Harry nodded.He put down the bed curtain and tiptoed over in the dark.After a familiar feeling of dizziness and squeeze, he found himself standing on the carpet he had seen before, facing the large gold-framed mirror reaching the ceiling.It's a chamber of secrets.

A tall, lanky figure waved his wand with his back, and the fireplace beneath the mirror popped into flames. "Speak." The voice was low and gentle.Voldemort turned around, and he had suddenly changed into his original appearance, and the pajamas on his body were replaced by robes.

Harry licked his lips, inevitably nervous.Every time he came to this place, there was always a huge turning point.For the first time, he discovered that the Tom he liked was Voldemort; for the second time, he forced himself to let go of his psychological baggage and be with Voldemort; this time was the third time, what would happen again? "What is Lucius Malfoy here for?" He straightened out his thoughts and decided to take it step by step.

"To confirm his conjecture," said Voldemort succinctly, "very badly, if I ask you."

Harry stared straight at him.Lucius Malfoy's conjecture? "What did he guess? Could it be..." His eyes rolled, "You didn't tell him..."

"Do you think I would do this? Unconditionally trust someone who will betray me in the future?" Voldemort sat down behind the table, his eyes fell on a small exquisite silver and green velvet box above.

What about me?What about the people who will kill you in the future?Harry wanted to ask.I didn't know then... and you always knew, can you really love your enemy?Could those tenderness be just an illusion of confusion?Am I overestimating my abilities and their impact on you?

Harry didn't notice Voldemort's movements, he couldn't help guessing the worst, his heart constricted. "He wants to return to the core of Death Eater power," he said bitterly, "in other words, to gain your favor." He suddenly felt his throat go dry.

Voldemort clapped his hands lightly. "Well said."

"What's not bad!" Hearing this light answer, Harry couldn't help but get angry, and the sticky feeling just now was quickly washed away, "You mean, you still want to call your subordinates Do what? Like before? Werewolves, Inferi, Giants, Dementors..."

In fact, those untamed creatures would do nothing but discredit him and create a little low-level chaos.As long as he wanted, he could prove to everyone this time how the Dark Lord reached the pinnacle of power—without plots or terror.But Voldemort looked at Harry quietly, his chin resting on one hand, and what he said was completely different from what he was thinking. "What if... I say yes?"

For a moment, Harry thought he had misheard.Hasn't he changed... How could he... Realizing that he still had that inexplicable hope, Harry's heart seemed to have fallen into icy water.Could it be that he has been polished off by the peaceful life?Could it be that because Voldemort was no longer hunting him down, he couldn't raise his wand to the person in front of him?

"No!" Anxiety filled his heart, and there was also a kind of disappointment that came out of nowhere... "I will not watch them die in front of me, I will not allow such a thing to happen!" Harry said loudly roared.

"I said, you can try." Voldemort said slowly.He finally waited until this day, when the savior broke out and expressed his thoughts.He knew that there was a distance between them, that the death of the Potters was like the sword of Damocles tied to a horsehair, high in the middle of their fragile relationship, hanging over their heads.In that pull-down force is the bottomless suspicion, the fear of history repeating itself, and the deepest hurt in their past.And now, Lucius is just the straw that breaks the horse's mane.

Voldemort groaned, playing with the box. "As for the result, I don't know." He is not a prophet, although he hopes that things will go according to his plan. "But if you give up now..." he sincerely promised in Voldemort's name that the worst would be the worst, worse than the last one.Losing Harry... it's driving people crazy just thinking about it.

"So this is the truth?" Harry's eyes were red, bloodshot from inside. "I've been hypnotizing myself! Do it again, it won't be as bad as before!" He walked back and forth frantically, accidentally bumping into the dark green velvet-covered single-post round table in the middle of the room, with jade-colored ears The straight smoke from the azure-glazed censer was shaken crookedly.The scent had a calming effect, but it didn't help Harry, who was in a rage, at all. "Tell yourself that you believe in you, you've already figured out what evil is, and you'll take back your steps on that path!" He jerked his wand out, pointing the tip tremblingly at the ground, "I don't want this, I don't want to end up like that ending!"

"You think, do I?" Voldemort didn't seem surprised at all by Harry's actions.His eyes followed Harry, his tone remained flat.

Sure enough, his boy hadn't changed.It's actually him who changed, right?In the past, could he feel heartache and guilt for the scene in front of him?The kind of emotion that he once thought was weak now appeared in him, why did he not find it annoying unexpectedly?

The chest heaving with rage, the cheeks flushed with blood, the green eyes bursting with bright, piercing light... His boy was so angry, he made it... But, he spent How much willpower did it take to keep myself from getting up and taking the boy in my arms?Now, the wound was bloody open and he had to sprinkle salt on it.Those hurts have to be brought to light to heal; if they hide or try to forget, then it becomes a hidden wound, reminding them of the past they don't want to remember from time to time.

"I don't know!" Harry glared at him furiously, trembling with excitement, raising and lowering the wand in his hand several times, "Did you see? Don't force me to make this choice, really, I don't want to do it! "The dead are dead!No matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to bring his parents back to life!Was it hard for Voldemort that he just wanted the rest of the living to be well?

"So... do you want to kill me?" Compared to Harry, who was emotionally unstable, Voldemort was still very calm.This was his last question, and it was the reason why he had been reluctant to clarify and was misunderstood by Harry.Although the answer was probably obvious, he still wanted to hear it from the boy himself.

There was a look of despair and sadness in Harry's eyes, the green color was never so gloomy. "Is this the result you want so much?"

"Tell me," insisted Voldemort.He must know where he is in the savior's heart, and where the savior's bottom line is.There was no way he would give up Harry, never... thought Voldemort.If something had to be paid for it, he was willing to do so.He has already died once, and the most precious life is nothing more than this, what else can he not give up?The candy rain brought not only heartbeat, but also shock.No one else gave him that feeling, never before, probably never again.

Such a love-hate relationship, such an inseparable feeling... I can't believe I'm the only one like this, why do you have to force me to let go?Does it really matter if a wizard is pure-blooded or has Muggle connections?Harry stared into those calm, unwavering black eyes, suddenly feeling a little drained. "If I had to, I... would." He whispered stiffly, trying to ignore the pain in his heart, and walked back towards the door.

The death of his parents...unexpected love...scenes flashed through his mind.Even if I really don't want to...even if I really don't want to...even if I really may not be able to do it...but if the moment comes, I will force myself to do it...Harry turned and ran, not wanting to stay Here, it is too weak not to be seen by Voldemort... His words are incoherent, and he is so heartbroken that he wants to cry...

Voldemort sat there motionless.After Harry's back disappeared from sight for a long time, he opened his palm, and immediately a stream of bright red blood dripped down from his palm.Inside lay a tequila-stuffed cherry hard candy with fangs, too long and too tight to bite.He slowly peeled off the candy wrapper, then popped the candy into his mouth, tasting it carefully.The air gradually filled with the sweet aroma of Rosaceae fruits, as well as the aged aroma of evergreen plants ripened by oak, which smelled intoxicating.The taste is really good...

The velvet box was still on the table.Voldemort opened it, and inside was a ring with a black gem engraved with a pattern resembling an eye, a circle, an equilateral triangle, and a vertical line.He took it out, turned it slightly, and saw the bright golden light as the firelight streaked across the stone's smooth sides. "You must be very pleased..." After a while, he suddenly said this, as if he was talking to himself.

The deepest sticking point comes from the boy's parents, and the boy is more concerned about the future of his relatives and friends... Really worthy of Gryffindor, downright... Voldemort looked up at the delicate gold leaf on the ceiling, the chandelier The candlelight illuminated his eyes unusually brightly.

In any case, the days passed by.Classes, tutoring, Quidditch practice, Harry did all of this in an orderly manner.He and Tom returned to the previous state of mutual respect like ice, speaking politely and avoiding eye contact.

Naturally, this couldn't escape Hermione's eyes, but she started to leave them alone.In fact, her actual words were: "Whenever a holiday is over, your relationship will always reach a peak or fall into a trough; judging by this pattern, I think you should get back together at Christmas. "

Harry jokingly said, "It's a pity, if Professor Trelawney were here, he would definitely find that you have a prophetic halo on your head!" Hermione gave him an annoyed look.

There was a joke in his mouth, but Harry was not feeling well at all.He began to force himself to delve into those advanced magic text books again, and worked hard to learn various spells.He began to try the Animagus mantra in private, and every time he would go to the Room of Requirement to practice secretly.Voldemort strictly forbids him to do such a thing, but it doesn't matter now...

Harry had already started to inquire about the Death Eaters from Sirius—he would definitely not be able to defeat Voldemort alone, and the worst thing he could do was to rely on the Order of the Phoenix and more people, right?But it seems that the Order of the Phoenix doesn't know much more than him, and they are still in a state of alert.And the only Death Eater Harry knew who was nearby, Severus Snape, was still in his position as Potions Professor, and Voldemort didn't know why he hadn't done it.He clearly said that he would never let anyone who betrayed him go, didn't he?Or was it just to cover up his current fake identity?

After the anger passed, Harry thought back on Halloween night, and something was starting to feel wrong.Voldemort seemed to be leading him to think in one direction... He never said from the beginning to the end that he really did those things before... How could such an ambiguous attitude make him speculate whether history would repeat itself!This is simply too annoying!