[HP] Similar but different

On the first weekend after Ron's birthday, the Quidditch season of this semester officially started.Although Harry was still in a depressed mood, he still led the team to defeat Hufflepuff, and led by a full two hundred points.

It made Zacharias Smith hostile to him, but Harry didn't care.Not to mention that he has long been accustomed to the hostility of the team, Zacharias' poor commentary on the Gryffindor-Slytherin game last year was enough to make other Gryffindors stare back for him.

Ron was elated, because then they wouldn't have to worry too much about the Ravenclaw final.This even made him forget about his busy schedule for a while, and instead tried to seize any time to discuss the final strategy with Harry.

"It's too early, Ron." Enduring until Tuesday night, Harry had to object. "At least until the results of Ravenclaw and Slytherin come out before we can make a useful decision."

"Ah..." Ron was obviously a little disappointed, "I thought you would be excited about our last match."

Of course Harry knew it would be his last game before graduation. "I swear people will remember us," he added, "in the best possible way."

Ron looked a little happier. "That's right," he agreed with Harry, and seemed to suddenly remember something, pointing in the direction of the bulletin board, "Did you see it?"

"What?" Harry, still struggling with his Potions paper, just glanced at it casually.

"Apparition test," Ron said naturally, "Didn't you turn seventeen last year? You can sign up this year."

Since Zongsi disappeared, Harry had successfully used Apparation to take two long-distance trips, and completely forgot that this thing still needed an exam. "When is the exam this year?"

"April [-]th, about the same as last year." Hermione put down her quill and joined their discussion. "I think you might want to take part in the Ministry's special training at Hogsmeade, Harry."

Ron immediately showed a surprised expression. "Are you kidding, Hermione!" he said decisively, "Harry doesn't need extra training at all!"

"Oh, of course I know," Hermione rolled her eyes back at Ron, as if she couldn't bear it, "but Harry can go to Hogsmeade! Come to think of it, Ron, Harry could take this opportunity to go Find Sirius!"

Harry didn't know about this at first, and his mind immediately became alive when he heard this.Hermione is right, if Sirius doesn't write back to him, then he can only go to the godfather himself; the next trip to Hogsmeade is unknown, but if you sign up for this... "Special training this weekend Do you want to start?"

"Judging from last year's situation, it should be." Hermione quickly replied, "The seventh grade is basically over, and you have to go with the sixth graders. They don't know you that well, and it will be more convenient for you to slip away when the time comes."

"There's Neville in seventh year," Ron added. "He didn't take the exam either."

Harry nodded, indicating that he understood.While he wasn't sure his meeting with Sirius would solve the problem, he couldn't pass up the chance. "I'll speak to Professor McGonagall tomorrow."

Hermione looked at him, hesitant to speak, but she finally said, "Neither Ron nor I can go with you, Harry."

Harry knew they both passed last year, and it had nothing to do with either of them. "It's all right," he promised, "I'll play it by ear...surely it won't make things worse."

The three looked at each other, none of them thought it would be easy.

The weekend is coming soon.As Ron predicted, Neville did sign up for Hogsmeade.On the way, Neville kept talking about how worried he was about the exam, and Harry could only think of ways to get out while looking for words to comfort him.He considered himself lucky: Ginny had asked earlier why he wasn't happy about winning Hufflepuff, but she wasn't old enough to come along today.As sorry for Neville as he was, Harry couldn't help but congratulate himself on how much easier it would be to get rid of him than Ginny.

And it is true.After discovering that Harry's Apparation skills were okay, the teachers sent by the Ministry of Magic paid less attention to him.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry ran away, pretending that he was going to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.But as soon as he was out of sight from behind, he scurried into unoccupied corners and Apparated under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak.

Grimmauld Place was as shabby as the day Harry first saw it.Harry cautiously groped out from the narrow sidewalk when he landed, walked over the ground covered with gravel and weeds, and finally climbed the stone steps leading to the black-painted door.

The scratches on the wooden door of No. 12 are still there, and the silver door knocker in the shape of a big snake is entrenched on it.Harry took out his wand, followed Lupin's example, and knocked on the door.There was no movement inside, he listened carefully, and carefully looked around the square.

Someone should open the door for him, right?At least Kreacher must be home?

Whoever it is, better not be Sirius, or he might just be locked out...

While Harry was in a state of anxiety, there was a sudden loud sound of metal hitting and the rattling of chains coming from behind the gate.He straightened up immediately, wondering if he needed to squeeze in.But before he could do that, he first saw the person behind the door. "...Professor Dumbledore?" He was so surprised that he almost bit his tongue.

Dumbledore was not surprised. "Members of the Order of the Phoenix don't need to wait for someone to open the door for them," he said, with a kind smile. "I saw no one outside the door, and I happened to know that you went to Hogsmeade today..."

There was no reproach in the words, but Harry blushed. "I just..." he explained, stumbling, entering the house through the gap Dumbledore made while taking off the Invisibility Cloak, "I want...I want to meet Sirius."

"Several people want to see him," Dumbledore replied, "unfortunately, he still wants to see no one."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore.He didn't know if the light from the old-fashioned gas lamp was too dim, but he always felt that he saw a trace of guilt on the headmaster's face.That's weird... "He's...in his room?" He tried to ask, "Can't I go up and see him?"

Dumbledore's eyes flickered. "Of course," he said, "but if you have time, I'd like to talk to you first."

The odd feeling grew stronger, but Harry nodded anyway. "Of course, Professor."

The two walked one after the other through the long, dark hall and down to the kitchen.Since the living room was filled with portraits of members of the Black family, it was never a good place for a conversation.Soon, Harry was sitting at the empty wooden table, looking at Dumbledore. "What do you want to talk about, Professor?" he asked, curiosity beginning to replace bewilderment.

Dumbledore locked the door, walked over, pulled a chair beside Harry and sat down. "While it may seem sudden to you," he said quietly, the smile fading from his face, "I've known since Christmas that one day I'll have to confess to you."

"Confession?" Harry froze.confess what? "What happened at Christmas that I don't know?"

Dumbledore nodded, then shook his head again. "It's been a long story," he said, with a troubled look that made him look like a child who has made a mistake, "but I think we'll have to start from the very beginning...Harry, I guess you haven't read " The Tales of Beedle the Poet?"

Today's Dumbledore Harry had never seen before, and the other party was talking about things he had never heard before. "What collection of stories?" he asked subconsciously. "Sounds like a fairy tale?"

"People's general opinion is similar to yours, but I personally have a different opinion." Dumbledore said. "Although this book is easy to find, let me tell you first..."

Harry had listened bewilderedly to a story about the Three Brothers and Death, complete with wands, stones and cloaks. "The invincible magic wand? The stone that can bring the dead back to life?" He asked suspiciously. "It sounds like a legend. But the invisibility cloak..."

Dumbledore looked at Harry knowingly. "It sounds very familiar to you, doesn't it? Because it's real." His eyes fell to the tabletop, where Harry had just placed the Invisibility Cloak.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" Harry looked at the fabric that looked like flowing mercury, and was extremely surprised.

"It's not a coincidence." Dumbledore denied, "If you look around in the cemetery in Godric's Hollow, you'll find a stele engraved with the Deathly Hallows logo, and the name on it is Ignotus Peverell. Ignotus is the youngest of three brothers, and Godric's Hollow is his birthplace; and you are his last heir."

Harry couldn't get back to his senses for a long time.He suddenly has an ancestor who exists in legend, and his Invisibility Cloak is actually one of the Deathly Hallows, which makes him a little bit uncomfortable. "If the Invisibility Cloak is real," he said slowly, "the wand and the Resurrection Stone..."

"In fact, the wand is in my hand." Dumbledore took out the knotty elder wand from his sleeve, "This is not my first one, but I won it from Grindelwald." .”

Harry stared at the wand in amazement.He does know that Dumbledore beat Grindelwald, but if it's really invincible, how can Dumbledore beat Grindelwald?

He thought so, and asked the same question.

"Good question." Dumbledore praised him. "I don't think it is invincible in the absolute sense. It forces people into a life-and-death struggle for it; or, its invincibility is based on the fact that it always chooses On the basis of a stronger master."

The wand chooses the wizard, and Harry had heard it from the wandmaker Ollivander early on. "It seems reasonable," he said, belatedly becoming agitated. "What about the Soul Resurrection Stone?"

Dumbledore must have guessed that Harry wanted the Resurrection Stone most, because he smiled bitterly. "It does exist, too." He paused. "Tom is holding it."

There was only one Tom in Dumbledore's mouth, and Harry almost jumped up. "The Resurrection Stone is in Voldemort's hands? But I've never seen him use it?"

"Because he has not the slightest interest in recalling the dead," Dumbledore pointed out.

Harry suddenly felt that he was too impulsive, because it was so obvious. "How did he get the stone?" he asked, already thinking about how he could get Voldemort to lend him the Resurrection Stone.

"You will recall that when Tom killed the Riddles, he took a gold ring from his uncle. He probably later fashioned it into one of the Horcruxes. However, the Gaunts were The descendant of the second of the three Freer brothers, the Resurrection Stone is embedded in that ring." Dumbledore said softly, "It's just that the Deathly Hallows is not the center of what I want to talk about today."

There was so much information in those words that Harry couldn't help opening his mouth.Nor could he think of any secret better than the fact that ancient and powerful magical artifacts did exist.He looked at Dumbledore, only to be surprised to see tears welling in the old man's eyes.

"Hallows... can you forgive me, Harry?" said Dumbledore, "forgive me for not trusting you enough, for keeping you from you for so long? I was only worried that you would make the same mistakes as I did, and fail as I did. Although in Over the years, you have proven that you are better than me..."

"What are you talking about?" Harry panicked.

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