[HP] Similar but different

In February, the snow around Hogwarts began to melt, making it cold and damp.Gray-purple clouds lingered low over the castle, the cold rain continued, the lawn was muddy and slippery, and it was easy to fall if you didn't pay attention.

Although the Quidditch season hadn't started yet, Harry took the time out of his busy schedule to get the team together for a training session.Because the weather was still cold and the rain hadn't stopped, he called a stop halfway through the usual training time.

"Last year, Ravenclaw beat Hufflepuff, and we lost to Slytherin." Harry still couldn't restrain his shame when he said the second half of the sentence, "By comparison, Ravenclaw Chippaqi's margin is bigger, which means our biggest opponent is actually Ravenclaw."

At this moment, a group of people are on their way back to the castle, soaked and just want to take a hot bath.Harry, Ron, and Dean were last, trampling the muddy footprints left in front of them even more.

"I think it's okay." Dean responded first, he was quite confident, "You didn't play well last time, and Hufflepuff's level is far worse than ours."

Ron was not so optimistic. "But Ravenclaw's cooperation is so good." He paused, and then said, "The first game this year is Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin... If Ravenclaw still wins, then I hope they don't have another match." That's a lot of points."

"It's good to win by a narrow margin." Dean agreed very much.

Harry mentally estimated the strength gap between the two teams.In fact, if Slytherin narrowly wins, it will be more beneficial for them to win the championship, but it is estimated that no Gryffindor would want Slytherin to win. "The second is us against Hufflepuff," he said. "We're at least seventy points ahead of them."

Seventy was exactly the score Ravenclaw beat Hufflepuff.Ron and Dean looked at each other, and they both understood that they must gain enough advantage in this game, otherwise they would be under a lot of pressure against Ravenclaw in the end.

"If you want to be safe, you need more than 110 points," Dean said, looking at Harry, "plus the points we lost to Slytherin."

Harry nodded.He knew what Dean was looking at him to do -- a margin of that size would depend on him catching the Snitch within a feasible point gap to close out the game successfully. "I'll try to arrange a few more training sessions," he promised, "Professor McGonagall will definitely help us borrow the venue, and she doesn't want to take the silver Quidditch cup from her office."

"Yes," Dean strongly agreed, "We haven't lost a trophy since we entered school, let alone in the last year!" He waved his fist meaningfully, then quickened his pace, and joined the small group of Liche and Demirza in front of him. circle.

Harry and Ron were left, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little delicate.Harry couldn't help thinking of Hermione who had refused to go to the stadium to watch them practice because of the rain, and wished she had been there.

"...you haven't started team training so early before." The two walked side by side for a while, and Ron suddenly whispered.

Harry couldn't help but glanced at his friend, not surprised to find that Ron wasn't looking at him. "I just..." He didn't want to show the real reason so much, so he made an excuse: "Just like what Dean said just now, in the last year, we must win the championship."

Ron was silent for another moment, as if he was more sure that Harry was really just trying to create a chance to talk to him.As for the reason, the two of them knew it well. "I think..." His voice was even softer, as if it was difficult for him to say the following words, "You are no different from before."

As soon as Harry heard it, he knew that Ron hadn't really given up on the suspicion that Voldemort was deceiving him. "Are you saying that you have been secretly investigating me for more than a month?"

His tone was relaxed, but Ron's freckles were turning red. "I don't doubt you." He argued, his voice still very small, "but what happened to you is too unbelievable. I need some time to accept that it's true."

Harry stopped short. "And now? Have you come to a conclusion?"

Ron stopped after him.Both held broomsticks and looked into each other's eyes from a few paces away - for the first time in days.

"Actually..." Ron said again, more and more embarrassed, "I've been thinking about that every day for more than a month. I tried to get it out of my mind, but when I closed my eyes, it was messing around in front of me." Akira. Then," he sighed heavily, looking around—and he spoke much more smoothly after he started—"I found it to be true."

"Huh?" Harry didn't understand such a cryptic reference.

"It's what Hermione said, you know." Ron sighed again, seemingly a little helpless and desperate, "She said, if I don't support you, who else can I count on?"

Harry blinked, and blinked again. "you mean……"

"I mean, I don't agree with you being with that person, I'm just on your side!" Ron said quickly, obviously having thought it through, "There's a subtle difference, I think you should understand... ..."

This addition made Harry almost laugh out loud. "You're talking about subtle differences now?" He deliberately emphasized "subtle differences", "but Hermione said you don't understand at all."

Ron's face turned crimson. "That's not it!" He yelled stiffly, trying to save his impression of rough nerves, "Maybe I couldn't find out before, but now is now!"

Harry couldn't take it any longer and let out a chuckle.Ron glared at him angrily, but suddenly took two steps forward and hugged him with his free left hand.

The hug was clumsy and short, yet it swelled Harry's mood like a balloon.

In this case, the approaching Hogsmeade weekend was the icing on the cake.Sirius felt that it was necessary for him to have a real long-lost reunion with his godson—yes, the one in Scrimgeour's presence didn't count—and asked them to meet at the Three Broomsticks.

"I can finally go out to work!" He wrote in the letter flamboyantly, "We will start when this storm is completely over!"

The euphoria that hit Harry's face infected Harry and made him feel more positive.He couldn't help thinking that if Sirius was happy and told the truth, it would be much better than before.

On the way to Hogsmeade, Ron and Hermione learned that Harry planned to confess to the Godfather later.

Ron, needless to say, strongly disagreed. "I'm not saying Sirius should be kept secret, but think about it, what's the good of him knowing? And, you and that who..." He froze, turning to summarizing his words, "You don't need to make trouble for yourself, you have enough trouble."

Harry knew right away that Ron's subtext was that even if he and Voldemort were real for now, it wouldn't be for long; if they were going to separate sooner or later, it would be equally reasonable not to tell Sirius.He also knew that he was uncomfortable hearing that because what Ron said could actually happen.

Seeing that Harry was silent, Hermione quickly took over the conversation: "This is your own business, don't listen to Ron's nonsense." She deliberately didn't look at Ron who rolled his eyes, "What are you going to tell him? It can't be in the bar ?”

Harry shook his head. "Scream Shack, or any place where no one is."

Hermione looked cautious. "You want us to help?"

Harry shook his head again. "When the time comes, you go back first, I'm worried that Sirius will get angry and blame you."

Upon hearing this, Hermione immediately looked at Harry worriedly, while Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "I warned you, Harry," he said slightly warningly.

Harry knew his friends were looking out for him, but he had already made up his mind.

Next, they arrive at the Three Broomsticks, where Sirius is already waiting.The four had a great time, and at the end Sirius said he was going to buy them a bunch of treats.But Harry looked out the window and realized that if he went shopping at Honeydukes, he wouldn't have the chance to talk to his godfather alone.

"You guys go," he said to Ron and Hermione, "we'll meet at the school gate then."

Sirius was a little weird, and he started to be surprised when he saw the other two get up hesitantly. "What?" He looked at Harry, "You have something to say to me?"

Thinking of those drafts, Harry felt quite heavy.But what should come will always come... "Yes," he also stood up, "we need to change places."

Although he didn't know why, Sirius still followed Harry out of the bar, along the street, and then turned down the side road where there was no building.The path is full of mud puddles and moss, and it becomes more and more difficult to stay on the further up.

"It's almost there," Sirius couldn't help but say, "There's no one here."

Harry looked at the dilapidated house not far away, thinking that Sirius might not want to recall the last time they were spotted by Crouch through the door panel. "I have something to tell you." He took a deep breath.

"I know, but I don't know of anything worth fighting for." Sirius was still wondering.

"About Wormtail." Harry took another deep breath, "Although you didn't ask me much, you have the right to know..." Afterwards, he narrated the matter backwards, from confession, arrest, arrest and to the earliest fake news.

Because he couldn't understand the logic, Sirius was stunned for a moment. "What do you mean?" He said, with a slight questioning, "You said that Voldemort had no intention of making Peter a knight at all, but still released such controversial news in order to let us know Peter's whereabouts ?”

In fact, what Harry said was "exposing the whereabouts of Wormtail", but he felt that the gap might not be too big. "That's right."

"Voldemort wants to stand up, I can understand," Sirius said while nodding, his brows furrowed into a ball, "but why did he choose Peter? Although I don't want to admit it, from the point of view of a Death Eater, he should Isn't it the most useless?" At the end, his tone was tinged with sarcasm.

"I," Harry almost didn't dare to look directly at the godfather, but still spoke clearly, "because of me."

Sirius looked a little more perplexed. "What does it have to do with you? Even if you are his..." He didn't mention the Horcrux explicitly, "then he doesn't need to do this?"

Harry blushed involuntarily.Because of the tension, his shoulders shrank a little, and his stomach tightened. "Because I'm his...boyfriend."

Sirius froze for an instant, the mocking expression that had not completely faded froze on his face, his cheeks turned white, blue, and then red. "Don't be kidding," he said reluctantly, "it's not funny at all, Harry."

The reaction was familiar.Harry couldn't answer the words, so he could only lower his head even deeper.

Obviously, this is the default.Sirius froze for a full half a minute, his eyes became wider and wider until he suddenly shouted: "How is this possible?!"

This doesn't look like a good omen at all... Harry's suppressed worries and fears began to ferment again, and then he suddenly caught the sharp sound of breaking through the air, and reflexively dodged to the side——

There was a loud bang, and something invisible exploded.Harry was thrown to the ground, and the searing air blasted directly into his face and nose, as if it could melt people.

Harry thought it was possible for Sirius to teach him a lesson in a hurry, but it was absolutely impossible for Sirius to do this spell in terms of direction and power.Before the half-turned body fell to the ground, he was already touching his wand, and at the same time turned vigilantly in the direction of the attacker.Although his vision was blurred, he found that his godfather, who was still a little thin, was standing in front of him in an instant.

"Who? Come out!" Sirius shouted loudly, pointing his wand at the bushes not far away.

There was a little silence.Just as Harry was about to get closer to check, a sinister female voice replied, "I'm helping you, dear cousin Sirius."

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