naruto-story Chapter 129 Formal meeting and confrontation
Chapter 129 Formal meeting and confrontation
He patiently explained the whole story, and Harry smiled calmly at Dumbledore's thoughtful eyes. He is no longer the savior he used to be, and naturally he will not be on the issue of black magic. No more hypocrisy.Yes, it is true that he used forbidden magic, and he almost overplayed it, but under the circumstances at that time, this was really the best way he could think of. Could it be that just because he rejected black magic, he should set it aside? Do you disregard the lives of your classmates?Harry subconsciously affirmed that Dumbledore rejected black magic, so he naturally showed a resistance in his posture, but in fact, the other party's attitude was not completely negative.
"In this case, your choice is not wrong, Harry." Although everyone thought that the boy needed to rest now, Dumbledore insisted on letting Harry go to his office, and after realizing that Harry's subconscious After the rejection in the middle, he thought it was necessary for him to talk to the child. "But, I use black magic, don't you think..." Harry didn't expect Dumbledore's opening remarks to be like this. Shallow confusion. "But your purpose of using it is to protect your classmates, am I right, Harry?" He smiled and patted the boy's shoulder, his blue eyes were as deep and wise as Harry remembered.
Harry suddenly realized his mistake, maybe there are some factors of Voldemort's brainwashing, but he should have figured out that Dumbledore is not a person who pays too much attention to form, if he can accept a real Death Eater He is a gangster, there is no reason to be suspicious of his actions. "I'm sorry, Professor, it's my fault." He opened his mouth slightly, and now that he realized his mistake, Harry apologized extraordinarily neatly. Dumbledore saw the sincerity in those lake green eyes clearly, and for a moment But some can't laugh or cry. "You don't need to apologize, Harry, but it may be my mistake. This conversation came a little late..." The old man seemed to purse the corner of his lower lip, and then his tone became serious: "But now, I want to know, you How do you understand black magic?"
What, understand?Harry was stunned, and suddenly seemed to feel something but couldn't say it out. He vaguely felt that Dumbledore was reminding him of something, but the fog blocking his eyes was still too thick, making his vision blurred.As a result, Harry's expression became extraordinarily upright. He sat in a soft armchair, but his posture was still upright, and he looked at Dumbledore with clear eyes, with unclear thoughts clearly piled up in his eyes. "Black magic is evil magic that is forbidden to use, most of them require absolute negative emotions to drive, I should not use or even learn."
This is a relatively standard answer, but Dumbledore shook his head with a smile. "Not exactly, Harry," he added slowly with a very gentle smile on his lips: "The reason why black magic is black magic is never because of an empty definition of evil, in fact it is Because of its conditions of use and possible consequences. However, among the spells you learn on weekdays, there are by no means no spells that can kill someone. Arteries, so how is that different from Kedavra in terms of results? The reason these aren’t called forbidden curses is not because they can’t do extreme, nasty damage, but because they aren’t motivated by negative emotions.” He watched Harry gasping for breath and lost in thought, the expression on his face became more gentle, but he didn't know that the savior's thoughts had already left this line, but Harry still nodded thoughtfully: "I will seriously Think about it, Professor Dumbledore."
Now that he said that, he didn't want to continue this conversation anymore. At 14 years old, he was still a child after all. After he had just experienced a life-and-death crisis, Dumbledore also admitted that he should be more tolerant of the boy in front of him.His eyes seemed to turn around Harry with probing, and finally nodded and smiled after touching the exhaustion and uneasiness in the young man's eyes: "If you are tired, go back and rest first, I promise the next game This will never happen again.”
ensure?Harry had no choice but to chuckle in his heart. He didn't mean to be sarcastic, but he was very clear that if Dumbledore really had a way to prevent this kind of incident from happening, then it would never have happened from the very beginning. such a situation.It's just that since Dumbledore made such a solemn promise, there is always an attitude there. When the savior got up, he bent slightly towards the opposite side, and thanked him solemnly in a low voice.It is not Dumbledore's duty to protect him, no matter what it is for, since he helped him, he should be grateful for it.
The moment Harry pushed open the bedroom door, Harry's footsteps froze suddenly, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button on his movements. He couldn't take this step, but it was just as difficult to take it back.The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Harry forced himself to put on a smile. Before he could speak, a familiar force suddenly dragged him into the room and slammed the door hard. "What's the matter, someone provoked you?" Harry touched his nose subconsciously, raised his head with a dry smile, the piercing murderous aura hovered around his body, climbing all the way up the spine, and everywhere he passed were teenagers The cold sweat that almost wets the clothes.Voldemort snorted coldly and didn't answer. He had already returned to his normal form, and he was sitting proudly on a soft armchair, looking at Harry indifferently.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault..." There were a lot of things that happened today, and Harry didn't know which one completely annoyed Voldemort, but no matter which one it was, he now Apologizing is all right, after all, it is impossible to be someone else who angered Voldemort, after all, if it were, that person would definitely be dead by now.Voldemort... shouldn't be angry at a dead man, right?Staring at someone's exceptionally handsome and charming mature face in a daze, the sudden murderous look behind him stimulated Harry to come back to his senses. If he was wrong, then let Voldemort vent, after all, it is impossible for that person to take his life.
"If you don't learn anything else, you can learn quickly enough..." The demon king narrowed his eyes slightly, his pure black phoenix eyes became more slender because of this movement, and the angle of the slanted provocation is really attractive, Harry He looked away in a hurry after only one glance, he didn't want to say anything, but in the end he couldn't help complaining from the bottom of his heart: It's not a girl, why is a man so good-looking? ! "This is really unavoidable, but if there is another way, I won't..." Harry coughed lightly, but his expression showed a bit of guilt. He could still find out for himself in front of Dumbledore. There were all kinds of excuses, but now facing Voldemort, he was not at all strong. Thinking that he almost lost not only his own life, Harry felt that he should probably say sorry.
"Well, I was wrong this time, and I will think more carefully next time." He admitted his mistake openly, but the savior still refused to clearly say what happened underwater. Guessing that Voldemort must have learned that his state was not very good at that time through some means, but he must not know the specifics of the matter. If he really admits it is not bad at all, then he is asking for trouble for himself.Lowering his head with a guilty conscience, Harry lowered his eyes and made up his mind not to meet Voldemort's gaze. Since his current Occlumency technique can be regarded as excellent, he can probably keep the secret with all his strength...
The savior thought his actions were relatively wise, but unexpectedly, the devil's face was more and more gloomy. Up to now, the two people were completely unaware that what they said was not the same thing, until Voldemort's silent deep voice Taking a breath, the voice continued indifferently: "Then what on earth are you thinking, and you have decided to have a romantic talk with a 14-year-old boy?" Xu, but Harry was stunned for a few seconds when he heard it, and then raised his head in surprise.The decision not to make eye contact with the other party was immediately thrown aside. Harry vaguely guessed the source of this anger, and suddenly felt a little funny.
"Things are not what you think. If you are referring to that...unexpected close contact, I think Draco was controlled by something at that time." Since Voldemort brought up this topic on his own initiative, Harry's The expression naturally became serious, but after a while, the eyes moved slightly.He is indeed not sensitive in this regard, but his emotional intelligence is not so low that it is appalling. It is because he noticed Draco's extremely bad face and obviously abnormal situation when he just returned to the shore, Only then did he subconsciously feel that his little friend had been affected by some strange influence.However, the assassin brought up the old incident in front of Voldemort, and slowly recalled some details of the time, and Harry gradually realized that there seemed to be something wrong.
Draco looked at his eyes, it didn't seem to be empty after being controlled, it was full of indescribable depression... and longing.
What is he suppressing, and what is he yearning for?
He murmured this question subconsciously, and under Voldemort's almost substantive murderous aura, the answer came out quickly.Harry sincerely hoped that his guess was wrong, regardless of his previous life, this was definitely the first time in his life that he hoped that the fact was completely contrary to what he guessed, it was definitely because he was too narcissistic, Draco would not be right He has other ideas, doesn't he. "Understood?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows indifferently. Seeing Harry's expression change from astonishment to relief to stunned and now to the extremely tangled expression, he realized that the savior must have misunderstood something just now, and he couldn't guess for sure. The reason for his anger is normal, but since he is so sure that he is angry about another thing... There is no need to spend a little more time guessing, Voldemort is sure that there is another reason for him to pack up the savior, and at the moment After solving the problem, he had one more thing to do, which was to ask the boy about his experiences under the water.
The voice coming from his ear was low and hoarse, like the hiss of a snake. Harry thought he had gotten used to the existence of this voice, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a chill behind him. "I didn't think about it...it's simply impossible!" subconsciously argued loudly, but even the savior himself felt that this sounded like sophistry, so this kind of thing was a dilemma at all, so he didn't say anything It seems to be acquiescing, but it will only get darker and darker after explaining it.
Seeing the subtle changes in Voldemort's expression, as if there was a tendency to change to a more dangerous direction, Harry slammed and stopped talking. Anyway, it's wrong for him to explain or not now, so it's better to wait until Draco comes back and ask Make plans when you are clear.Although the truth is only one step away from him, the savior just insists on not taking this step. In fact, until now, he still has a little luck, secretly praying that these are just illusions of him and Voldemort.
Maybe it was because his thoughts were too strong. Just when Harry was still struggling, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the person he wanted to see the most and the person he didn't want to see the most walked in with a blank expression on his face. , under the candlelight, her blond hair became more dazzling, but her complexion became paler.Draco stared fixedly at Harry for a few seconds, and originally wanted to speak, but his gaze was drawn to the third person in the room under the strong aura.Voldemort did not change back to the form of Animagus this time, he just sat there naturally, the elegance and arrogance in his demeanor always made people feel that what he was standing under was not an ordinary armchair, but a representative The throne of supreme power.
Draco frowned subconsciously, he looked at Voldemort for a moment, and said with a haughty and vigilant attitude: "Who are you, why are you in my bedroom?"