[HP] Similar but different

While Harry wasn't too happy with the "deal" answer, at least he got a promise.When he woke up the next day, he thought about this sentence for a while before thinking of washing.Ron was more nervous than him and had taken care of himself earlier.By the time they descended the dormitory stairs, the rest of the team had gathered in the common room, and they all set off for the auditorium.

Some Gryffindor students were willing to escort the team, and Harry barely noticed the usual pre-match provocations along the way. "...we have higher points than Ravenclaw at the moment, so they will be more anxious than us." He seized the last time to remind everyone, "They must want to score first, and we can't let them succeed-Jimmy, Riley Cut, you two need to keep an eye on their Chaser; Ron, the pressure will be high at the beginning, you have to hold on; Finally, Dean, Ginny, Demirza, if you can score first, then help Ron En is very busy..."

"That's needless to say?" Ginny answered immediately confidently.She has performed well in recent training, making [-] out of [-] shots.

Seeing everyone nodding in unison, Harry felt relieved.He has been in the team for nearly seven years, and has experienced many games where the score is significantly behind.In the game with the biggest gap, Gryffindor was [-] points behind, but they still won in the end.Now the situation is very good, and it is only natural to win a better score——

If he can't lead the Gryffindor team to seven consecutive championships, I'm afraid he will be well remembered in the future.

A group of people had breakfast and walked to the stadium.Today is a fine day, with almost no wind, and the sky is as blue as a blooming forget-me-not.Ron muttered, as if he could play every day at the end of the term, Harry didn't care.Not to mention that it's obviously an extravagant hope; in his personal opinion, he'd be overjoyed if someone got through the game in one piece.

Strictly speaking, Harry wasn't quite sure about that.Therefore, when the team entered the field and the captains of both sides shook hands, he couldn't help looking up at the teaching staff.But the distance was too far, he could only see the bustling heads of people and a few magic slogans that dazzled his eyes.After flying into the air, he couldn't help looking over——

The deans of several colleges, including Professor McGonagall, sat in the first row; the back rows were filled with other teachers, and Hagrid's hill-like figure was particularly eye-catching; the man in black robe and Dumbledore occupied the left and right ends of the last bench.As if sensing his gaze, Dumbledore smiled back, and Voldemort moved the corners of his mouth indifferently.

This reaction...

To be honest, Harry was a little worried.After hesitating for half a second, he realized that the Chasers from both sides had already started their first confrontation, so he had to quickly return his attention to the field below, looking for the golden touch while observing the overall situation.He wanted Voldemort to come, and he didn't regret it; but if he wanted to change that situation as quickly as possible, he had to do it quickly.

On the teaching bench, Voldemort was bored.Ever since he was a schoolboy, he'd felt that Quidditch lessons were a waste of his time; but he knew Harry's subtext was that this was the last match before graduation, and he had to reluctantly agree to the request.

"Today seems to be the first time I've seen you in the stands at a Quidditch match, Tom."

The surrounding voices were deafening, but the words still penetrated into Voldemort's ears tenaciously and clearly.He didn't even have to glance at Dumbledore to know that Dumbledore was using voice magic. "It's probably the last time." He was a little annoyed.

Dumbledore said nothing at once.In fact, he was half-turning his face, his eyes following the Quaffle that was spinning wildly in mid-air. "An exception," he said slowly, "or is it not an exception?"

Others might be at a loss for words like this, but Voldemort wasn't. "Are you sure you're going to keep playing the trick? When you and I both know that Harry will tell you everything?" His tone was a little mocking.

Dumbledore shook his head, maintaining his posture of watching the game. "Are you complaining?"

In response to this rhetorical question, Voldemort snorted coldly without thinking. "If I really have that kind of skill, I might as well do something more meaningful."

"For example, those things in Europe and North America?" Dumbledore immediately made an excuse, his reaction was so fast that he didn't look like a spectator watching a ball game, nor did he look like an elderly man at all.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

This crisp denial made Dumbledore look at the black-robed wizard.

Tom Riddle is a real Dark Lord, no one can deny it.When he was at Hogwarts, he was the head of the students, not only on the bright side, but also in the dark; even, when he was still in the orphanage, he was enough to make other children shy away from him.

Can he really turn over a new leaf?

Dumbledore asked himself countless times in his heart.If taking back the Horcruxes meant some kind of confession—no specific reason for that—would they be able to sit back and relax?Wouldn't the nature of chasing strength and longevity make him make terrible mistakes again?

It's one thing to have lingering doubts, it's another thing now to focus on the conversation.

"I have received some letters." Dumbledore continued to state, and turned to watch the game again.Just now Ravenclaw organized a triangle front attack, but it was resolved by the Gryffindor batsman. "The situation is not stable, and my colleagues are a little worried."

The tone was flat, but Voldemort paused for a moment. "Could it be that there is no successor in the International Federation of Wizards who can allow you to retire safely? I have to say, that's really sad."

"You finally admitted it?" Dumbledore asked without answering.

Voldemort laughed suddenly.He didn't look at anyone, but his face was full of cold disdain. "The incompetent will step down from power."

Dumbledore did not refute directly. "Who will define the incompetent people in your sentence?"

"Are you trying to say it's me, Dumbledore?" Voldemort turned his head, the gleam in his black eyes was definitely not good intentions, "Determining the life and death of others and even the survival of the country at your own will must be done by a tyrant in your eyes?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips slightly.He was keenly aware that there was a verbal trap under the words; if he spoke, Voldemort must mention "for the greater good".

Seeing that the other party was not fooled, Voldemort snorted coldly. "It's a pity, it's different from what you think this time, Dumbledore." He looked at the center of the arena again, and said sarcastically, "You have to know, even without my help, those people might not be able to sit firmly in their seats." seat."

"So you let people fan the flames?" asked Dumbledore. "It would satisfy you, Tom, if they killed each other?"

Voldemort shook his finger in disgust. "Actually, not at all." His eyes began to flash again, but this time a bloodthirsty red. "You deserve the right answer, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore was silent, but only for a moment. "Power." Finally he said affirmatively, "You enjoy the sense of dominance that controls everything in the palm of your hand, but you still don't want to be a leader in public." He sighed softly, unable to speak a tone, "You That’s the kind of person I really should have thought of.”

"So if you were sensible, you wouldn't tell these poor fellows who come to you for help." Voldemort smiled again, but with his pale complexion and bloody eyes, it was enough to scare most people away. "I don't think I need to remind you that this is completely different from the Inferi army."

What is clear is that Dumbledore is not among the vast majority. "Because there is no evidence?" He guessed it almost instantly.There are only a dozen or so ghost knights; they have all changed their appearance and acted secretly, even if one is caught, they can't testify against the others, let alone Voldemort who is hidden behind the scenes.

Voldemort laughed for the third time. "You are indeed very clever, Dumbledore." He said, without the usual sarcasm, and even showed appreciation in his expression, "It's a pity that you are old." When he said this, he was almost sympathetic.

Dumbledore looked over calmly, and the eyes of the two met and then staggered in the air.

Of course he didn't need anyone reminding him of his age.In addition, the reason why Voldemort appears younger than his actual age is probably because the 13 years in ghost form cannot leave traces on the body; wizards have always lived much longer than Muggles, and powerful magical power is also one of the reasons.

But even so, he could still notice the silver strands looming in the black hair on the sideburns.He didn't think Voldemort couldn't find out by himself, so...

"No matter how many Horcruxes you have..." said Dumbledore suddenly, "I guess you have absolutely no intention of taking back the last one."

The smirk on Voldemort's lips faded little by little until his face was expressionless. "Glad you brought it up first," he said, but there was no sign of joy in his tone, "because I've been wanting to discuss this with you—" He leaned forward slightly, and seemed suddenly interested, "except Harry , do you have any other ways to defeat me?"

It sounded like a commonplace question, but for the first time Dumbledore had nothing to say.He barely tried to open his mouth, because the answer was so obvious to both of them.

"Then let me make another bold guess, and then you should make a request." He finally said.

Once again Voldemort exuded appreciation. "Just let him deal with me." He said slowly, "I have chosen him, and I will always be happy to face challenges from him." Seeing that Dumbledore was still staring at him, he spread his hands and added: "Don't Speaking of being greedy, this may not even be considered a request.”

But Voldemort didn't hear Dumbledore's answer, because the surrounding audience suddenly became excited - they stood up, screamed and danced, and waved wildly whatever they could get their hands on.Amidst the golden and red flags being raised high and cheers one after another, he easily judged what happened——

Gryffindor had won, as the boy had assured him.

Voldemort stood up just in time to see the boy descending surrounded by his team, a little golden light streaming from his clenched hands.Because everyone wants to pat the boy on the shoulder or on the chest, there is nothing around the boy.But the boy still looked at this end unwillingly, as if he really expected to see his reaction from such a long distance.

"I'll wait for you in the office." He told the other end through a spiritual connection, and as expected, he heard a small sound of victory from the other end.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled up, showing a rare sincerity.But at the same time, he also knew that whenever the boy knew what he was doing secretly, he would immediately stand against him and try his best to stop him.

However, whether those green eyes were stained with water or burning with anger, he was the only one in them...

This conclusion has satisfied Voldemort quite a bit.He turned and walked towards the exit, without looking at anyone on the staff table.

The author has something to say:

ps, if you are underage or have no spare money, you don’t need to think about this~