[HP] Similar but different

"I thought you should have been taught not to touch any magical item you didn't know what it was for," said Voldemort, anger smothered in his voice.

Harry couldn't imagine that he was the first to be blamed. "I..." He spat out a word, only to find that the silver ring of the double-headed snake had returned to Voldemort at some point - this should be one of the reasons why he regained his usual thinking ability. "What is it for?" Thinking of what happened just now, he regained his confidence, "Why can I detect you as soon as I put it on... No, it seems to be you?"

Voldemort paused, but he didn't seem guilty at all. "Exact description, but really, Harry?" he asked rhetorically. "You don't know, you can't guess?"

This irritating rhetorical question, I have to say, actually made Harry recall the previous details, such as why Voldemort knew that he had described the Dark Lord with Ron as narrow-minded and vengeful. "Are you saying," he said with a dark face, "that at any moment you may see what I'm doing through the two-way connection of the soul?"

"I thought that was obvious enough," replied Voldemort, preventing Harry from continuing to say, "You spy on me." "Have you forgotten that old woman at the Ministry?"

Harry remembered Umbridge, of course, and he remembered that he had been made to cast the Imperius Curse on Umbridge; he still felt sick looking back on that. "You can't!" He resisted extremely, almost out of anger, "You can't interfere in my life like that!"

"Except that one time." Voldemort said coldly.

Harry glared at the Dark Lord, because he guessed that what Voldemort really meant was that as long as he couldn't find out, it wasn't interference. "It's not supposed to be like this!" He was furious. "You can't—"

He wanted to accuse Voldemort of not prying into his privacy without principle, but suddenly remembered another thing.Voldemort used the Imperius Curse on Umbridge because she caused Harry to bleed; then, the last Hogsmeade weekend, Voldemort was able to save the scene in time, wasn't it also because the existence of the snake ring made him perceive that Harry was bleeding?

This calmed Harry down a bit.Yelling at the Dark Lord was counterproductive, and he'd been taught that enough; he had to organize his thoughts and not get carried away.

Voldemort seemed surprised that Harry's anger had stopped abruptly, but only for a moment. "It seems that you have remembered." He commented sarcastically, folded his body and put the silver ring back in its place, "Can you now explain why you came here?"

The fire that Harry had just suppressed was stirred up again. "It's not that I did something wrong!" His tone was very aggressive.

Voldemort must have known what Harry was referring to, but he didn't respond. "Oh? You think so?" He asked back, glancing back lightly, "If I don't make it back in time, what do you think will happen to you?"

This... Harry subconsciously looked to the left and right.He was placed in the same high-backed chair Voldemort used to sit in, with the side mess extending into the corner - he had just hit the stone wall. "What's in there?" Recalling the abnormal cold touch, he narrowed his eyes, "You think it's something I can't deal with?"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "You have really improved, Harry." He turned around and clapped his hands weakly twice. "First you hid your concerns about Black from me, and now you can question me in turn." He laughed, but The smile didn't reach his eyes.

Harry was silenced by the hidden meaning behind his questioning tone.He stared at the black-haired man standing in front of him, and his mind was spinning rapidly——

The Dark Lord was indeed angry, but not because he had discovered the secret, but because he had concealed it before, combined with the unauthorized use of something that was likely to be a dark magic artifact, and almost encountered another dark magic trap.

He couldn't be wrong, the trap was either a dementor or a dementor, and there might even be a space in the wall that he didn't know about; Voldemort goes to war...

Harry decided to retreat.For example, admit a mistake first. "My wand makes that ring jump," he began to explain, "and I think that's a sign that it's about me."

Sure enough, Voldemort replied with a cold snort of disapproval. "Does being related to you mean safe?"

The words were short, but Harry heard the deep meaning: the ring is not necessarily related to him, but may be related to the soul piece that Voldemort dropped on him; and if the soul piece makes the ring react, it is indeed not safe for the host .It made sense, especially since he felt like Voldemort when he put on the ring.

Thinking of this, Harry touched the scar on his forehead unconsciously. "Is it just me that gets a headache? Doesn't it happen when you use it yourself?"

Voldemort looked like he thought Harry was stupid. "Whose property do you think it is?"

"Uh..." Harry was a little embarrassed, but only a little, and it disappeared quickly. "But you do this kind of thing," he argued, and couldn't help but glance at the blank wall again. "And that, what the hell is going on?"

"It doesn't matter which one you have." Voldemort bluntly refused to answer.

Harry wasn't sure if that was true, and he almost wondered if the Dark Lord had anything to do with him deliberately choking him with something he'd said before. "Even if you say that," he held his breath, "but what about those ghosts?"

"I thought Dumbledore must have told you that I was afraid of them." Voldemort curled his lips with a sneer, "After all, without this conclusion as the premise, it wouldn't be you who came."

"So you admitted it? Did you really use the Resurrection Stone to create an army of Inferi?" Harry asked immediately.At the same time, he also realized that Voldemort was indeed prepared, no matter who came. "If Dumbledore told the Order or the Aurors, they would..."

Voldemort shrugged nonchalantly and did not answer.But judging from the dangerous red light flashing in those black eyes, Harry judged that the ending was definitely not worth looking forward to.He couldn't help but think of the phrase "Unless necessary, he probably doesn't want to use those corpses at all", secretly guessing that a large number of enemies set foot in the lair, in the eyes of the Dark Lord, it must be considered necessary to fight back.

Either go to war or...

Now, Harry understood Dumbledore again.There is a whole difference between being the initiator of a war and being forced to go to war: they cannot choose the former.Peace is certainly worth all their efforts, given more leeway.And when it comes to avoiding a new war...

"What do you want them for?" Harry asked abruptly. "You don't really keep them as pets, do you? I thought your pet was the big snake?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. "Pet?" He repeated, seeming to find this description very interesting, "Dumbledore said?" Before Harry could answer, he continued: "If the answer is yes, let him come and talk to me in person."

Harry frowned at the sudden indifference inside. "Why me……"

"Or you can, after you become the actual leader of the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort interrupted him neatly, the intention of ending the topic was quite obvious.

Never expecting such an answer, Harry couldn't help but stare.But soon, he realized that these words made him weak rather than angry.Although Voldemort verbally asked for this, in fact he still had almost substantive hostility and resistance to Dumbledore.If he continues to insist, he will probably be considered as conveying Dumbledore's will.And he might as well be, but...

"Do I look like a person without a mind of my own?" Harry couldn't hold back his rebuttal, only when he came out of his mouth did he realize that the pet was indeed what Dumbledore had said, and hurriedly made up for it: "If it's my question, you will answer it ?”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of interest in the depths. "Tell me?"

The gaze was invisible, but suddenly Harry felt the pressure. "The infernal corpses down there, I believe they have been around for a while." He said after a while, swallowing slightly nervously, "In that case, you can guarantee that they will stay here and not go anywhere else ?”

"Oh, you've got me a problem, Harry," replied Voldemort, with more sarcasm. "I've got nothing to say about it, you know."

Harry did know, but he didn't think Voldemort's insinuation would happen - neither he nor Dumbledore could have initiated a conflict.Then, he looked at the blank stone wall again, "You say it has nothing to do with me?" After getting Voldemort's nod in reply, he went on to ask: "I'll make sure one last time—whatever the weirdness of that wall is?" , everything in it is related to me..." He stopped and thought for a while, then corrected himself, "No, it has nothing to do with people who don't know?"

Hearing the emphasis, Voldemort's eyes seemed to darken even more.The two looked at each other for a while, and he nodded very slowly.

Harry was so tense that he could hardly breathe while the other was motionless.Today, he has no way to make Voldemort completely give up what is regarded as the basic strength, and he can only settle for the second best within the tolerance range.If no one else is involved, he still has a chance...

"Okay, I believe you."

Hearing the firmness in these words, Voldemort showed an expression other than anger for the first time today. "Is that all you want to ask?"

For some reason, Harry read something resembling an indisputable disgust from that handsome face. "Why?" He asked puzzledly, "Do you think I still have to ask..." Before he could finish the words, he recalled that there was indeed something else——

Sirius, his parents, the Resurrection Stone.

Voldemort stared at Harry, as if in disbelief, but not really surprised. "You are telling me clearly that Dumbledore is indeed a good teacher."

However, it was by no means a compliment coming out of Voldemort's mouth, and Harry couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Come on," he grumbled sullenly, "don't you know how difficult you are?"

He wanted Voldemort to guarantee that those ghouls would not harm anyone, he wanted to make sure that Voldemort was not torturing anyone in secret, and he wanted to use the Soul Resurrection Stone in Voldemort's hand... He wanted too much, but It's strange that Voldemort would agree to him all at once!Then step by step is the only correct choice, isn't it?

Voldemort shook his head. "Your order..." He started to say, but stopped halfway, shook his head again, as if sighing. "I should have known."

Harry didn't know what that meant, but he could read that it wasn't a bad reaction - not the worst. "So," he tried to ask again, "are you implying..."

Now it was Voldemort's turn to roll his eyes. "You really don't know you have it all written on your face, do you?"

To be honest, Harry felt that he had tried very hard to cover himself, but Voldemort knew him too well to be found out and it wasn't his problem.But then again, fighting the Dark Lord at this point was obviously a bad idea. "Would you like to lend it to me?" He tried to restrain himself, but his heart beat had already begun to accelerate.

Voldemort looked sullen.He shook the sleeves of his black robe and raised his hands.When the palm brushed the back of the hand, the thick gold ring was revealed from the air.

Harry stared at the sight intently.The gold holds the black stone in its mouth like two snake heads, and inside the stone there is a pattern composed of straight lines, circles, and triangles.At Bill and Fleur's wedding, Viktor Krum told him it was the symbol of Grindelwald; but in fact, it was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

"Give me your hand," Voldemort demanded, curling his lips when Harry immediately extended his right hand, "the other."

Can this be pick and choose?Harry couldn't help but slander, but he followed his advice.

Voldemort was satisfied.He took off the ring, turned Harry's palm upside down hand, and slipped the ring easily onto the base of Harry's finger—

ring finger.

"You..." It wasn't until all of this was done that Harry finally realized what had happened just now.

Voldemort knew that sooner or later Dumbledore would tell him about the Inferi army, and to explain them he had to explain the Resurrection Stone;So, maybe there was an accident at the beginning, but the ending was already prepared by the other party.

"You are..." He stammered with excitement, and his whole body began to tremble.If he's not mistaken, this is...a marriage proposal?

Voldemort gave him a scheming smile back. "From now on, Harry, you are indeed mine."

--This is it!

Harry's heart was beating almost out of his throat, and it was like fireworks exploded in his mind.He stood up unconsciously, and before he took a step, he was pulled into an irresistible kiss by the man——

It may indeed have been planned for a long time, but fortunately it is not too late.

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