[HP] Similar but different

After Dumbledore left, Harry sat in the kitchen for a while longer.He figured he'd need some time to really digest what he'd heard, but there didn't seem to be much to think about.Dumbledore was right, the past cannot be changed, and now he just needs to move on.For a better future for more people...

The silence was quickly broken by a rustling sound from the stairs.When Harry looked up, he saw the house-elf staring at him with cloudy eyes poking into his large, wispy white-haired head. "Just in time, Kreacher," he began, "can I ask you something?"

Kreacher walked into the kitchen and bowed deeply to Harry.Because Harry had given him Regulus' locket, he was much more respectful now than when they first met. "Of course you can order Kreacher whatever you want, young master."

Harry shifted unnaturally in his chair.During the summer vacation after the fifth grade, Sirius announced that he would leave everything to him; but so far, he has not yet adapted to his new status as the heir of the Black family. "Sirius," he said with a guilty conscience when he mentioned the godfather, "how is he?"

"Ask the young master?" Kreacher blinked, "Except for starting to like shutting himself in the room with that beast, Kreacher can't see any difference in him."

"Uh..." The house-elf obviously still held a grudge against Sirius, and Harry was quite helpless. "You said he stayed with Buckbeak?"

Kreacher nodded in distaste, apparently not having a good impression of the Hippogriff.

Harry thought about it. "What about the others?" He tried to continue asking, "I heard that I'm not the only one who wants to see him?"

The wrinkles on Kreacher's face seemed to be squeezing together.As an elf who had served years in a fanatical family of bloodists, his distaste for the Order was hard to shake, but he answered Harry's question anyway. "They all thought that the young master was in a bad mood, but the young master refused to explain."

Suddenly, Harry realized.Sirius locked himself in the room to avoid being interrogated. On the one hand, it was a negative response, and on the other hand, it was a kind of protection for him-if it was publicized that he was Voldemort's Horcrux, it would only be bad for him.

Thinking of this, Harry felt even more guilty. "I'll go up and see him."

As he spoke, he was about to get up, but Kreacher strongly disagreed. "Forget it, young master. If you go up, the young master may not even open the door for you."

This was exactly what Harry had guessed before.But Harry couldn't explain it to the house-elf that it happened because of him, and he had to deal with it anyway. "I see," he said vaguely, walking quickly towards the stairs, "thank you for reminding me, Kreacher."

Sirius' room is on the top floor of the old house.Harry climbed up the stairs, slowed down on the last few steps, and stopped nervously outside the door with the Sirius name plate. "Sirius?" he tapped lightly. "This is Harry."

There is no response inside.

Harry's heart sank even further, but he knocked a second time anyway.

There was still no human voice, but there was a movement of claws rubbing against the ground through the door panel, obviously the Hippogriff recognized him.

Harry was ready to be yelled at, but now, he would rather be yelled at than to be left out. "Sirius?" he persisted. "I know you're in there and awake...can we talk?"

Suddenly there were two heavy thuds of slippers falling from the door. "Nothing to talk about." Sirius replied in a low voice, "Dumbledore asked me to calm down, I don't think I have done it yet."

There was something resentful about it, and Harry was getting more and more worried. "Dumbledore told me everything," he said carefully.

There was silence at the door. "I can't hear you blaming him." Sirius said, a little gloomy.

Harry wanted to repeat what he had just said to Dumbledore, but then realized that if Dumbledore hadn't explained his intentions to Sirius, he must have hinted at it.And no matter how you express it, you can't change the truth. Will Sirius listen to him?

Harry couldn't help thinking about the thoughts he'd read from Voldemort.It was those thoughts that made him sure, but he wasn't sure it was a good idea to tell the godfather all at once.What if the stimulation is too much and Sirius is angry and strikes?Besides, he doubted Voldemort would have been happy with him revealing it.At that time, the contradictions between the two sides will become even more irreconcilable...

The future, the predicament, and the soul-returning stone were fighting fiercely in his head, and the golden arms were ringing.But it didn't take long for Harry to make up his mind. "Maybe no matter what I say, you think I'm being confused." He took a silent breath, "But I will do what I have to do, even though you and I may not be able to understand what is right to do." Agreed."

Having said this, Harry stomped downstairs.If words always fall short, then action is the only option.

By the time Harry returned to Hogsmeade, the special Apparation training was drawing to a close.Neville was puzzled that he had returned empty-handed, but Harry was in no mood to explain.As soon as he entered the school gate, he rushed towards the castle. However, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was empty, not even a portrait.

It was impossible for him to wait for Voldemort to reveal himself at this moment.So he opened the bottom drawer of the desk and grabbed the silver ring door key without hesitation.

Harry's feet hit the ground again after the familiar journey of blurred landscapes and howling wind.

Spring has set foot on this desolate area, as evidenced by the fact that the permafrost has turned into sticky mud.But other than that, there is no grass growing, the eyes are gray and black, and everything is as silent as death.

Harry had noticed the oddity earlier, but he only now knew why.Dumbledore's words echoed in his ears, and he wanted to pierce the ground to find out, but in the end he controlled himself - if Voldemort really used the Soul Resurrection Stone to control the army of ghouls, then he could only start with him .

But probably because of his bad luck, there was no one in the stone house.Harry didn't hear Voldemort's travel plans, and had no idea where he was going.Originally, he planned to knock on the picture frame and find out the portrait of Tom, but after looking around, he changed his mind.Voldemort once declared that if someone entered his office, he would know for sure, so just wait here.As for the waiting interval...

Harry sprang into action.He had been to Stone House many times, but now was his chance, given that he could do nothing under Voldemort's nose.

Although the inside of the house looks much bigger than the outside, the structure is very simple.Apart from the bed, there is no other decoration in the bedroom; the bathroom is similar, and there is no mirror; Medicinal ingredients and all kinds of unnamed strange things are piled up everywhere.

Harry used the bookshelf as the starting point for his research, but he soon discovered that this was a wrong decision - they were almost all written in ancient runes (maybe he should find a camera or something to take pictures and have Hermione translate them).He didn't dare to touch other things with his hands, so he could only poke them one by one with his wand, and muttered a revealing spell.

However, Voldemort probably expected him to do this, and nothing unusual happened.

But this is definitely impossible... Is it possible that a wizard of Dumbledore's level can discover the dark magic that may be hidden later?

Harry was a little irritable and a little resentful.But he still didn't want to give up, and kept searching vigorously.The crucible with two legs standing firmly, the ubiquitous snake pattern, the still illusory crystal ball, and...

Staring at the familiar double-headed snake silver ring, Harry blinked.He vaguely remembered this, he'd seen it at the end of fifth grade.It was certainly not the Resurrection Stone ring, and he hadn't seen Voldemort wearing it, but if something was either on the table or in the first drawer, Voldemort would undoubtedly want to reach out and get it.

So what is it for?

Harry murmured, trying to poke lightly with his holly wand.The ring didn't show any change, but jumped by itself.He thought he was using too much strength, so he poked again.The ring jumped again, with a small amplitude, like a heartbeat and a resonance, and there was a slight buzzing sound.

This is a bit strange...

Harry looked around, but there was no sign that the Dark Lord was coming back.He lowered his head again, and the silver ring was still lying there.After hesitating for two seconds, he held out his hand.

The ring is designed as an open ring, and it should be a double-headed snake when it is flattened, with vivid carvings from the scales to the eyes.Other than that, it feels like normal silverware.

Harry checked it back and forth twice, but couldn't see anything wrong with it, so he could only try to put it on.But unexpectedly, the ring came alive as soon as he inserted half of his finger——

The two triangular-shaped heads at the head and the tail nimbly moved forward at the same time, wrapped around the base of his fingers several times, and then bit each other tightly.

All of this was done in almost half a second, and Harry had no time to react, so he screamed inwardly.And while trying to take off the ring, he had already begun to hear some strange, resonant metallic buzzing noises, getting louder and louder—

Come on, come on, just fly over this valley again...

The boy arrived unexpectedly today, and probably has something to do with the old bee...

No, maybe I should praise Dumbledore, after all, when he faced the truth this time, his weakness was much shorter than before...

Harry understood instantly.Voldemort was on his way back, and had guessed why he had come.But apart from these, he can still hear flocks of starlings chirping, and he can see the continuous valleys in the distance; the breath on his nose is cold, because he is flying across the sky, the sea and the earth, and the goal is the stone house that has appeared in sight...

No, isn't he already in the stone house?

The other person's presence was pushing hard into his body, and Harry was starting to feel dizzy, with cognitive disorientation that made him barely able to control himself.He staggered back, tripped over objects, and didn't stop until his back hit something solid.Relying on the remaining clarity, he tried to take off the ring, but a bone-piercing chill had spread from his back to his whole body——

Desperate, weak, as if he would never be happy again... It feels too familiar, like a dementor... But it can't be, he must have just hit a wall, and the dementors have all been driven away... …

Although almost overwhelmed from mind to body, Harry still struggled to wave his wand, trying to summon his Patronus.He felt that it would not be easy to succeed, but in the next second, he saw himself stretching out his overly slender and pale hand and grabbing the black-haired boy—he had a terrible headache, and felt that someone was holding his shoulders forward, cold Strong fingers dug into the side of his neck—

As soon as he left the wall, that terrible cold wave disappeared immediately.In the trembling that hadn't completely subsided, Harry raised his head, and what he saw was the angry face of the Dark Lord.

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Blessings and misfortunes never come singly lv [How dare you say that?