[HP] Similar but different

Harry had never had such an up and down Saturday.When he returned to Hogwarts early Sunday morning, it felt like a lifetime away.Sirius was what he had to convince, Ron and Hermione were what he had to tell; but before those two things, he wanted to go to Dumbledore first.

In the twilight morning light, the Dripping Stone Beast guarded the principal's office silently.Harry remembered the password given by the headmaster when he returned from his trial at the Ministry of Magic, so he tried to say a word.

Fortunately, the stone beast leaped aside, revealing the spiral staircase inside.I don't know if it was more fortunate, but the door at the top of the stairs opened as soon as it was pushed, and a wizard with a long gray beard was standing in front of the window.Hearing the movement, he turned his head, and there was no surprise in his expression or tone. "Good morning, Harry."

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry walked over and stood beside Dumbledore.He had been worried that he had come too early, but now it seemed that at least he didn't wake the headmaster.

"I think you will definitely come to me," Dumbledore blinked, with a gentle face, "I have to say, you came earlier than I thought."

……morning?

Harry could only try not to wonder if Dumbledore knew what he had done last night. "Hmm..." He hesitated a little, "Your guess was right."

Dumbledore blinked again. "Are you saying that Tom didn't know that the Resurrection Stone ring was one of the Deathly Hallows, or that he made the ring into a Horcrux?"

Harry nodded. "Both."

In fact, he doesn't really want to mention the ring at the moment - it has nothing to do with Voldemort giving it to him, but it has something to do with Voldemort's later saying "you should keep anything I give you" - he doesn't want to take the ring with him. Because of this, he might not be able to avoid some kind of secret and obscene association in a short period of time...

This succeeded in making him more hesitant. "I... used it."

However, Dumbledore still did not show any surprise. "I expected it," he said, looking out the window again, with a slight sigh in his voice, "because you deserve it."

Usually it was fine, but now Harry was even more embarrassed by the words, and he hoped Dumbledore hadn't discovered why. "My mom and dad told me a lot. I thought you might want to hear..."

Dumbledore turned to him again, his eyes bright blue. "Yes. I'm really looking forward to it, actually."

So Harry began to tell.He was very glad that they were by the window farthest from the portraits of previous principals, so he didn't have to worry about his family affairs being listened to by irrelevant people.And Dumbledore listened attentively, nodding slightly from time to time.

"...they finally told me I'd be their baby forever," said Harry.The tip of his nose couldn't help sour, but he didn't want Dumbledore to see him cry.

Dumbledore seemed to be fascinated by this sentence, and looked at Harry understandingly after reacting. "They are the best members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they are also the parents who love you the most." He said softly, and patted Harry on the shoulder again, "I'm afraid there are few people who can do better than them."

Harry nodded emphatically, not for himself.

"Of course, so do you." Dumbledore added, seeing that Harry wanted to refute something, he started another topic, soft but firm: "I think this is enough for Sirius." He turned his head Looking at the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed, it seemed he hesitated to speak.

Harry didn't understand what the headmaster was hesitating at first, but after thinking about it, he guessed something. "You want to know what to do with those Inferi, don't you, Professor?"

"A little bit, Harry." Dumbledore admitted frankly, with a heavy tone, "but I know I can't leave it all to you..."

Harry looked up at the old man.Dumbledore was still taller than him, and his mind was still wise; but the principal's beard and hair seemed to be whiter than when he first met Dumbledore, and there were more wrinkles on his face that criss-crossed like ravines.

He inadvertently remembered the early photo of the Order of the Phoenix that Moody had shown him, with his parents and Sirius smiling happily at him; the Death Eater trial he had seen in Dumbledore's Pensieve , was also told why Neville's parents still lived in St. Mungo's; thinking of the swamp mud he had stepped on countless times, there might be other similar darkness hidden underneath besides the Infernal Corpse...

At this moment, Harry suddenly realized what he should do in the future.Although he may never be able to surpass Dumbledore in magical attainments, it is not enough to just stop at being an Auror; although he may never be able to resist the invasion of darkness alone, but——

He is indeed the chosen one: only he can end it, one way or another.

"Tom gave it to me."

This statement made Dumbledore's eyes slightly widen. "it?"

"The Resurrection Stone Ring." Harry confirmed Dumbledore's guess. "Although I don't think it's all he can use, after all you've said that relying on the Philosopher's Stone is less to his liking; but it's still a good thing. Isn't it, Professor?"

Dumbledore looked slightly shocked for the first time. "He gave it to you?" he repeated, "Why..." He met Harry's eyes, and gave another soft "oh", mostly with emotion.

There might have been a sigh in it, but Harry didn't get to the bottom of it.Because he has long understood that the road to certain goals is doomed to be lonely; but unlike in the fifth grade, he has never been like this now, and at the same time he has a clear direction and great confidence in himself. "Time flies; it is indeed different, and yet the same. If he commits any more evil deeds—no," he corrected himself halfway, "I will prevent him from committing any new evil deeds!"

This returned Dumbledore's deep gaze.It wasn't until the long-lost morning sun broke through the clouds and dyed the tree tops of the coniferous forest in the distance into specks of gold, that he said softly, "You are so brave, Harry...you will definitely succeed."

**

The whole month of March was wet and windy.In April, students get another Hogsmeade weekend and Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin Quidditch match.Slytherin won by a narrow margin, and the odds were growing in Gryffindor's favor for the trophy.But the visit to Hogsmeade pleased Harry even more, because after reading his memories, Sirius was finally willing to come out of the room and rejoin him, Ron, and Hermione for their little reunion.

As James requested, Harry did not immediately confess to Sirius that Voldemort had given him the Resurrection Stone ring.Because no matter whether it is James, Lily or Harry himself, they all hold the same opinion-the soul stone ring must have an owner who will never be addicted to it; The perfect time for them to meet.

Judging from the aspect of obsession alone, Harry felt that Voldemort was more suitable than him.In addition, from Dumbledore's judgment and the facts that have happened, Harry has reason to believe that if Voldemort really has any evil new plans, the army of ghosts is by no means the main component.He had to take a longer view, although he might not have caught any really useful clues yet.

But even if Harry had such an idea, he couldn't possibly think it through enough.Years [-] and [-] students are keeping their feet on the ground as exams loom.In May, the common room was littered with study materials and work brochures, and fatigue clung to candidates like a lingering ghost.If there is anything else that can relieve their tense emotions, there is probably only the Quidditch final between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

The game is scheduled for Saturday.The previous afternoon, after Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry had been reviewing in Voldemort's office. Even the dinner was brought in by the house-elf.As usual, he did his homework, and Voldemort would stare at him occasionally, and then concentrate on his own work.

Because of the game, Harry planned to return to the tower earlier in order to urge the players to rest earlier.But besides that, he had other ideas.So when he was packing his things, he deliberately made the movement louder.

Voldemort did look up at him. "It's so early today?" He glanced out the window, not taking it seriously, "Are you sleepy?"

Rolling his eyes secretly, Harry knew he couldn't expect Voldemort to keep an eye on Quidditch matches. "No," he said bluntly - playing around with the Dark Lord was wasting his natural advantage - "tomorrow we play Ravenclaw, the final."

Lightning flashed across Voldemort's face, but only for a moment. "oh."

This extremely bland reply... Harry couldn't help raising his eyebrows. "That's all you have to say?"

"Otherwise..." Voldemort's rhetorical question stopped at the beginning.He had always been good at guessing other people's minds, and it was impossible not to see Harry's intentions now. "You want me to watch your game?" He opened his eyes slightly, his tone full of disbelief.

The tone made Harry raise his eyebrows even higher. "Don't you think this is a matter of course?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment. "I thought you'd prefer Black...or someone else?"

Harry didn't know if Voldemort meant to mention his parents, but he was sure Voldemort didn't want to. "I don't want to trouble Professor Dumbledore to give me special treatment." He crossed his arms and looked the man up and down. "Or would you like to give me a more convincing reason?"

Reading the determination in it, Voldemort frowned slightly. "What if I say I don't have the slightest interest in a game of guys chasing three balls?"

It's unbelievable for ordinary people, after all, even Hermione will cheer for any goal in Gryffindor; but Voldemort...

"I believe you." Harry nodded.He also didn't pursue Voldemort's implicitly stupid description of Quidditch, but he remained firm. "But I like it very much."

Voldemort moved his lips, as if to continue to object.But before he actually exported it, he seemed to have changed his mind because he thought of something new. "Will you win, Harry?"

This was intentional, and Hareton was offended. "certainly!"

"Very good," the man smiled slightly, "then the deal will be made."

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