[HP] Similar but different

A few days after the trial, school started.The revival of excitement in the school means that Harry has once again become a big hit - thanks to two headlines in the "Daily Prophet", now everyone knows that he caught a man who had been on the run for more than ten years during the winter vacation. Death Eaters.There is an endless stream of people who want to know him, and there will always be people who want to hear the details from him, and the Creevey brothers, who are already loyal fans of him, make him even more irresistible.

"...But I can't say it's because of the help of you two!" Harry couldn't help but whine at Ron and Hermione behind his back, "Otherwise they wouldn't just be staring at me!"

"Oh, then you must continue to persevere," Hermione suppressed a smile, "I think this is very good."

Ron seemed to disagree, but he said nothing.Although he wanted to try to pretend that he still didn't know the breaking news, his attitude towards Harry was obviously much more cautious than before, even a little fearful.

This made Harry suspect that Ron had transferred some of his attitude towards Voldemort to him, but he couldn't help it.To be honest, he felt that Ron was thankful that Ron hadn't turned against him.

Of course Hermione could sense the embarrassment.She thought of an excuse to dismiss Ron - who left with a not so obvious relief - before saying to Harry, "Leave him alone, Harry, he'll figure it out for himself in a while."

Harry had a fair amount of skepticism about "in a while" and "you figured it out," but he didn't want to frustrate Hermione's kindness. "It's okay." He shook his head, not wanting to talk further, "By the way, what does he think of the verdict? Does he still have any objections to Malfoy?"

On the second day of the trial, the results appeared in the newspaper.Wormtail's previous honor was deprived, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment because of physical failure; Sirius was naturally innocent, and there was nothing wrong with the Malfoy family.

Hermione nodded, then shook her head again. "He muttered a few more words that day, and I couldn't bear it, so I told him that if Malfoy was held accountable for this matter, Malfoy would surely accuse their family of the same crime—" She spread her hands, with a little Resentfully, "Then he stopped completely."

Harry thought about it, and had to agree that the effect would be immediate. "You're so smart," he said heartily.

Hearing his normal tone, Hermione was relieved. "I haven't asked you yet," she consciously lowered her voice, "Did you ask the mysterious person about this again?"

Harry thought about it, and then told her about Dumbledore and Voldemort. "...that's pretty much it," he concluded, before asking Hermione, "what do you think he's trying to achieve with this?"

"I do have a few ideas," Hermione stared at the void in front of her, her eyes were out of focus, and she had obviously fallen into deep thought, "but I don't know which one is the most likely..."

"Tell me?" Harry hurriedly urged.

"Professor Dumbledore is right. The information that Wormtail can know is limited to the part that the mysterious man wants him to know, so of course the mysterious man can be sure that even if Wormtail falls into the hands of the Ministry of Magic, there is nothing that can be done to him or other people." Death Eaters are a threat." Hermione said slowly, "That's one."

Harry nodded, holding his breath, waiting for her to say the next thing.

"Secondly, since the mysterious man had already prepared the 'corpses' of all the escaped Death Eaters, he probably took the opportunity to start this time—to make the Ministry of Magic not accept Wormtail's statement, and to carry out the project perfectly. His plan."

Harry nodded again.Although he didn't yet know Voldemort's plans, it was certainly more convenient to act in a clean new identity.

"Also, have you noticed?" Hermione looked at Harry, as if she had finally come to her senses, "Wormtail never testified against Crouch the whole time."

The reason, Harry could think of. "How can Wormtail explain that he was captured by a Death Eater and brought to the Ministry of Magic? Besides, Little Crouch has already died in name, so he doesn't know how Little Crouch came back from the dead, right?"

Hermione wholeheartedly agreed. "Speaking out will only make everyone think he's insane," she said, shrugging, "but it's not much better now."

There was a moment of silence, both of them thinking about each other.

"If it is said that the mysterious man has calculated everything in this matter, I can't disagree." Hermione resumed, "And I think that he wants to show his strength through such a matter—or, underlying intent."

"If another Death Eater betrays him, the end will be miserable?" Harry subconsciously said.

Hermione glanced at him with an indescribable expression. "That's it. It's a demonstration. More accurately, it's killing chickens to scare monkeys."

Harry vaguely understood.So Voldemort's real motive was that he felt that his authority among the Death Eaters had been questioned and shaken, so he vowed to let those people understand who was the master? "Like what he would do," he muttered.

"If my guess is true, there's only one question left—" Hermione continued, her eyes burning on Harry, "why did You-Know-Who choose Wormtail? There are more than one Death Eaters who betrayed you." He is alone, right? In terms of degree, I think Malfoy, who indirectly destroyed the diary Horcrux, is even more serious."

To be honest, Harry had already noticed this on the day of the trial.He was not ungrateful, but his mood was still complicated. "I know why," he said, slightly somber. "Although Malfoy is not up to the knight's requirements, he is obviously still useful. On the contrary, Wormtail is useless."

Hermione snapped her mouth shut.She understood Harry's subtext—Voldemort did have consideration for Harry, but it was hard to judge the proportion; what was certain was that this consideration obviously did not spread to other people.It wasn't enough for them that the Dark Lord was still the Dark Lord.

"Forget it, I was too impatient." Harry noticed her silence, and wanted to save her, "Nothing can be done overnight."

Hermione nodded, and took his hand on the table tightly again.

On the first weekend of school, Harry finally saw his godfather in the principal's office.Since Scrimgeour and several Ministry officials were also there, both he and Sirius refrained from pretending that this was really their first meeting.For the same reason, he held back his stomach and didn't say anything.

But to be honest, he didn't really think it was a good idea to tell Sirius that Voldemort was behind his acquittal.In addition, it turns out that the biggest problem is still the biggest problem.

Forget it, let Sirius be happy for a few days... Harry thought guiltyly, not too surprised to find that he still had an ostrich mentality on this matter.

Voldemort, by contrast, seemed to have completely forgotten about it.Harry's Occlumency class went on as usual, and the progress was step-by-step; they got along normally, and the occasional small squabble felt more like flirting.

In fact, if it wasn't for his subordinates' reminders, Voldemort really thought the matter was over cleanly and cleanly. "...What?" Nagini swam out in the middle of the conversation, and he was a little distracted, "What's wrong with Bella?"

"She seems to have thought of something else," repeated Little Crouch smoothly, as if he hadn't made any cryptic hints. "She wants to know why you chose Wormtail, Master."

The big snake had wrapped its tail around Voldemort's ankles, lazily rolling itself up.Voldemort touched the cold scales on its head, a little casually: "Did she ask you?"

Little Crouch nodded. "I didn't answer her, but she didn't really give up."

Voldemort raised his eyes and glanced over the cross scar. "Did she say what she thought? Or could you guess?"

"This..." The loyal Death Eater rarely hesitated. "That might be an impolite offense, master."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort knew that Crouch Jr. must have guessed it, regardless of Bellatrix.It's not surprising, after all, Batty met Harry at his place... "Go ahead," he said casually, "I don't blame you."

Little Crouch hesitated for a while, but when he spoke again, his tone was quite decisive: "I don't know what Bella is doubting, but I can be sure that her doubting is not what she should do."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow slightly.It not only showed that he didn't know and was not interested in the master's secrets, but also hinted that Bellatrix had some overreaching ideas... Yes, he didn't spend his time cultivating his most capable servant in vain. "So how do you think this is going to be handled, Barty?"

Any Death Eater in Crouch Jr.'s position would know that this was a tough question.Who had the guts of a bear to care about the Dark Lord's fancying of the savior?Rao knows how to advance and retreat like a little Crouch, and now the tip of his nose is sweating slightly. "There are too many things to do at Rodolphus, and the manpower has been stretched." He managed to maintain his voice.

Knowing that Harry must never intervene, and knowing that Bellatrix's loyalty is unquestionable, did you propose to transfer this middle opinion... A smile appeared on Voldemort's lips. "Although Bella is currently doing underground work, if she goes to Europe, you will work much harder than before."

Crouch Jr. knelt down abruptly. "Doing things for the master, everything is worth it!"

This movement made Orochi turn his triangular head and look at him. "Get up, Barty." Voldemort said softly, raising his hand falsely, "I know about it."

Crouch Jr. felt something invisible under his knees lift him up.Although it was not the first time, he was still flattered. "Then you..."

"In a while." Voldemort lowered his eyes to look at Nagini again, his expression calm.

Little Crouch guessed that Voldemort probably wanted to give Bellatrix another chance, but he said that Bellatrix was obsessed with Voldemort earlier, and his ten-year prison life has not weakened but increased this feeling , If you can give up, you will be damned.But he opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.Left and right were none of his business, as long as he could stay by Voldemort's side, he was content. "Then I will take my leave, master."

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