[HP] Similar but different

The next day is Sunday.

In order to complete the mountain of studies before the exam, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the library early in the morning and found a remote corner to sit down.But when Ron and Hermione heard Harry finish what happened yesterday, they both put their homework behind them.

"Sirius should really be angry," Hermione moaned, covering her eyes, "really..." she emphasized again, as if she didn't know what to say.

And Ron stared at Harry dumbfounded. "You just said that Bellatrix attacked you because she heard about your relationship with the mysterious man, but the mysterious man later punished her and healed you?" He couldn't believe it at all, "This is What's the situation? Does that woman like...?" His face became very strange, and he couldn't continue.

"I thought the same as you at the time, Ron." Harry pursed his lips and shrugged again, "And... the You-Know-Who knew it himself." Although Hogwarts' protection was sufficient to keep the Death Eaters out, in order to To avoid misfortune from his mouth again, he made up his mind to develop a new habit of addressing people.

"How do you know?" Ron asked immediately.

"We met again after we got back to school last night, and he admitted it himself." Harry tried to speak in his most casual tone, not wanting them to hear anything ambiguous.

Hermione's expression was also very strange now. "You mean," she put down her hand, carefully choosing her words, "the mysterious man knew that Bellatrix had feelings for him beyond the scope of loyalty, but he deliberately turned a blind eye to it?"

"This is different from what I said before." Ron couldn't hold back his rebuttal. "Harry said last time that I overestimated him? Does he really know?"

Harry didn't really want to delve into it, but meeting the four eyes, he knew he had to. "You're talking about two different things," he explained with a grunt. "Just because he despises feelings and doesn't want to involve himself in that kind of thing doesn't mean he won't take advantage of other people's feelings."

Ron fell silent for a moment.But he must have pinned it on Harry, because he was looking at Harry with that disapproving look again.

"That's right," but Hermione agreed with Harry, "I think he's very good at bullying - he can always accurately judge people's weak spots, and then pinch them hard." She paused, "But I also believe that Harry is different."

Harry gave her a slightly grateful look. "I don't know if I'm different," he interjected, "but I do know that I've got to try to be that different. Because if I end up being successful, it's going to be the best solution—for everyone, Ron."

It was two to one again, and Ron glared at the two of them angrily. "You guys are too optimistic."

Hermione snorted instead. "Earlier, you were avoiding and didn't want to fight with them," she said jokingly, "now you think we are too optimistic?"

"I..." Ron blushed slightly.He seemed to want to continue to refute, but was discouraged again, "I hope I'm wrong."

It's too early to say who's right and who's wrong.Hermione glanced at Harry and returned to her original speech: "Now that Sirius knows, what should we do next, Harry?"

To be honest, Harry wasn't sure either.When he was at school, Sirius couldn't come often; but after graduation, he couldn't say anything.He didn't know if he could become an Auror as he wanted, just as he didn't know if Voldemort would stay as a professor at Hogwarts.

"I think..." he said grudgingly, "it would be a good idea to minimize the frequency with which the two of them see each other."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.She was obviously also worried, because she hesitated and said: "There are less than four months left until the NEWTs exam."

Exams were scheduled for the first two weeks of June, and now a quarter of February had passed, and the subtext behind it was exactly the graduation Harry had just thought of.

Unexpectedly, Ron was a little excited. "Think about it, we can persist for another four months!"

Harry knew what his friend had forgotten. "Professor McGonagall said that if you want to become an Auror, in addition to getting at least five 'E's in the NEWTs and passing their tests, you need three years of training and more exams."

Being reminded like this, Ron immediately wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant. "Can we really pass the exam..."

Harry was also a little suspicious, but he didn't say it. "You have to do it first." He looked at the textbooks and parchments piled up in front of the three of them, feeling their weight seemed to weigh heavily on his heart.

There was no more to say, and all three of them started to do their homework.As usual, Harry and Ron finished much slower than Hermione.In the middle, Ron went to the bathroom, and Hermione took this opportunity to touch Harry's arm: "Will Sirius go to see Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry was biting the tip of his pen, thinking about the last point of the Transformation Charm, and reacted for a while. "Of course." He put down the quill he had smacked into a shapeless, "I really hope that Professor Dumbledore is more persuasive than I am."

"That's true for most people, but maybe Sirius." Hermione was slightly skeptical. "Think about the things he and your dad did at school."

The school rules and regulations were violated all over the place, and several laws of the Ministry of Magic...Harry knew this. "Are you trying to say that Professor Dumbledore can't make Sirius change his mind?"

Hermione shook her head instantly. "I mean," she explained in a low voice, "it is you who play the decisive role in this matter; or—" she bit her lips, "you and the mysterious man."

Harry was taken aback.He was not surprised, of course he knew the deepest crux of the matter. "I just can't think of any way to convince Sirius that I'm not crazy, or that I'm being fooled by a mysterious person."

Hermione bit her lower lip tighter, eyes flickering.

This made Harry see something, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart. "What can you do, Hermione?"

Hermione raised her eyes, stared at him for two seconds, and finally said firmly, "You-Know-Who knows you want to be an Auror, right?"

"He already knew." The subject changed suddenly, and Harry didn't understand what it meant.

"Then what's his attitude towards it?"

"He didn't say..." Harry answered, thinking, "Why are you asking that?"

"Look at what he's been doing lately—" Hermione began to list items from the beginning, "Ghost Rider, no one can find a flaw in it; Wormtail, it was in his plan from beginning to end; Sirius, although It was an accident that Bellatrix attacked you, but he must have foreseen the day when he would meet Sirius, right?"

Harry suddenly remembered the Dark Lord's tooth-itchingly calm attitude yesterday. "Basically true."

"So, he knew you wanted to be an Auror, and he didn't mention it, but that doesn't mean he didn't think about your future?" Hermione spoke faster and faster.

"You mean..." Harry caught the faint trace of the hint, and his eyes slowly widened.

"If he really wants to be with you," Hermione concluded, taking a deep breath, "then he must have figured out how to get Sirius to nod - and it's a foolproof way." .”

Harry's eyes widened completely.Voldemort already had a plan?Could it be that he has been bothering others for so long?

But it was impossible for Harry to question Voldemort with this.Not to mention that this is just Hermione's reasoning, but with the character of the Dark Lord who doesn't accept softness and stubbornness, trying to force the other party to admit something will definitely have the opposite effect.As for the right way...

Criticizing to know, but being denied access, Harry's patience had never been so severely tested.It was fine not to see each other, and the homework could temporarily divert his attention; but when it came to Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Tuesday, he couldn't keep his eyes from sticking to Voldemort, and he knew that his eyes must be very hot.

When Harry realized this, he looked sideways in slight embarrassment.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when no one was paying attention to him; but within two seconds, he found that many people were peeking at the people on the podium with similar fiery eyes.

……what happened?Is it impossible for everyone to fall in love together?

Harry was bewildered.He looked at his classmates more carefully, looking for clues.Then he saw a corner of a pink love box protruding from a girl's schoolbag obliquely in front, like a gift...

Gift?

Valentine's Day present?

Harry finally realized, belatedly, that this Saturday was Valentine's Day.He didn't pay attention to these for a long time, and he didn't even notice it.In addition, in terms of popularity with students, Voldemort is more powerful than Gilderoy Lockhart.

In this way, Voldemort must have received more love letters and gifts than Lockhart?

Harry's teeth were sour.For a moment, he really wanted to make it public so that other people would stay away from his boyfriend; but the next moment, he knew he was impulsive, and the relationship between the two of them was still a teacher-student relationship on the surface, and it really didn't matter to anyone if they really made it public benefit……

Talking as if Voldemort cared what other people thought of him... Something was muttering darkly in Harry's head.

Then you can’t just say whatever you want, another villain retorted righteously.

"Pay attention, Harry."

Before Harry could stop the two villains who were always arguing, the words had already fallen on his ears.Startled, he sat up straight, only to realize that Voldemort had walked diagonally behind him at some point.

"...Sorry, Professor." He said it very stiffly.He didn't want Voldemort to find out what he was thinking just now...

Voldemort didn't seem to notice either.He bent down, one hand half-propped on the tabletop, and looked over Harry's shoulder at the parchment in front of Harry. "I just wrote this?" He reproached slightly. "It's a lot slower than you usually are, Harry. Did you not understand?"

It sounded [-]% a good teacher who cared about his students, but Harry couldn't help but shudder.Being half-circled, the breath from the man's voice hit his ears intentionally or unintentionally...

"I... will write right away." He managed to maintain a calm tone, his ears were already burning red.

Voldemort's reply was tinged with imperceptible interest. "Very good." He smiled, straightened up, and started walking again.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.He wanted very much to cover his exposed ears, but when he looked up—Ron turned his head suddenly, making a look of "I didn't see anything"; Hermione seemed to be answering the question seriously, but she used it intentionally or unconsciously His arms covered his face.Farther away, Malfoy was staring at him, his gray eyes fixed.As soon as their eyes met, he lowered his head as if he had been stung.

……etc?Why doesn't Malfoy seem surprised?

Did he know?How would he know?when……

Remembering that he hadn't met the other party since the beginning of school this year, Harry was a little terrified for a moment.Did Malfoy keep avoiding him because he knew this?

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