[HP] Similar but different

After the Quidditch finals, the exams are really close at hand.Whether it's fifth or seventh grade, professors have long stopped teaching new lessons and urging students to review.Hermione was more nervous and sensitive than ever before, and the little things could irritate her, and the two boys had to be careful in their words and actions.As for Harry himself, he thought that NEWTs should be better than OWLs, after all he only had to take five exams.

With all leisure time taken up, time flies by surprisingly fast.When Harry started answering the papers of the first exam (the Charms written test), he was much more confident than last time, after all, he hadn't been lazy in those frequent tutoring sessions.If Snape still didn't show up for the Potions exam - he secretly thought Ron was right - it would have been perfect.

On the afternoon of the second Monday of the exam week, after the bell rang, Harry and other candidates stepped out of the exam room of the potions practice class.It was the last one; theoretically, he had now graduated.

"We are so lucky, the second time!" Ron couldn't suppress his excitement, and he said happily to Harry as soon as he went out, "I don't dare to say that I will definitely get an excellent grade, but I think I can take more exams than usual." Twenty points!"

Harry was about to agree, but Hermione gave him a hard pinch on the back, and he grinned.

"Oh, Hermione!" Ron was also hit, and jumped up screaming in pain, "What are you doing..." Before he could finish complaining, he saw two people standing on the veranda not far away—— Voldemort turned his head to one side with a half-smile; the man across from him didn't respond, but it was Snape himself.

This combination... Ron's mind suddenly became empty, and he subconsciously wanted to escape.And he did: when Harry came back to his senses, he found himself left where he was, alone.

It was too late to complain that Ron only remembered to take Hermione away, and when it came to confronting Voldemort head-on... Harry had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward. "Professor Roald, Professor Snape."

Hearing this address, Snape's eyelids twitched violently.

Voldemort noticed it, but he pretended not to see it. "Harry," he said, almost in a friendly tone, "how did you do? Severus just told me he hoped you did well in the exam room."

...well, Snape didn't do a good job of not giving his potions a whirlwind, right?

Harry managed to restrain himself from saying it to his face like Ron had done. "I'm... not bad," he said reluctantly, already realizing that Voldemort did it on purpose.

"That's not a conservative answer like you, Harry." Voldemort commented, smiling happily.

Merlin's socks... Harry couldn't help moaning from the bottom of his heart, this smile was so bright that it wasn't even Voldemort.He didn't dare to look at Snape's face now, he just wanted to separate them quickly. "Although the exam is over, I still have a question to ask you," he said casually, "maybe I can take up a little of your time?"

Voldemort's irises darkened for an instant.He definitely knew what Harry was going to do, but he didn't reveal it. "Of course." He glanced at Snape again, "Then I'll go first, Severus."

Snape didn't look at anyone, just nodded stiffly back.

After a while, the two took a short cut with no one around.Harry wanted to ask if Voldemort had been eavesdropping on him again - he couldn't believe that the two had just bumped into each other outside the exam room and had had the friendly conversation Voldemort had said they had.But the subject ran into more treacherous waters; while he still loathed Snape, he was a little skeptical that it might be wise to let it go.

"Should I still have tutoring after today?" He finally chose a relatively safe beginning.

Voldemort looked at him, as if he had expected it. "That's all for me."

Harry had just wanted to break the silence with something random, but now he could hear the subtext in the other person's words. "What do you mean 'my end here'? You mean I have other tutoring?"

Voldemort neither confirmed nor denied. "I'm sure you remember the admission requirements for the Auror Office."

In addition to test scores, it also requires perseverance and dedication, three years of training, and extremely proficient skills in the actual use of defensive techniques...

Professor McGonagall's voice immediately echoed in Harry's ears, and he couldn't help but slumped his shoulders.But soon, he realized something: "How do you know I can pass the exam? The results haven't come out yet!"

"Are you going to tell me—" Voldemort's voice rose dangerously with his eyebrows, "you won't pass, Harry?"

"Uh..." Harry realized his mistake.Aurors are demanding, yes; but to be fair, Aurors are nowhere near Voldemort's level.If he failed to pass the Auror exam under the tutelage of Voldemort, he would not be the only one who would be ashamed. "I will pass the exam." He could only promise so, secretly praying that nothing would happen.

Voldemort gave Harry a critical look, and reluctantly let him go.After the two turned the corner together, he added abruptly: "And I have reason to think that you will receive more and more rigorous training than other people."

Harry couldn't guess this time. "Why?" he asked wonderingly, wondering if this meant that Crouch Jr., the head of the Auror's office, had received a secret order from Voldemort. "You can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, a white light flashed out of nowhere in the middle of the corridor ahead, and a tall and thin wizard with white beard and hair appeared.

"...Professor Dumbledore?" Harry was surprised and subconsciously stopped, only to realize that Voldemort had stopped long before him.

"It's rare for us to reach a consensus." Dumbledore said calmly, but turned towards Voldemort.

Harry could hear a hint of toughness in the endless words, and he became more and more confused when he was surprised.

"That's probably not necessarily the case," Voldemort snorted back. "I just guessed you weren't going to sit still."

Dumbledore nodded, then shook his head again. "In this case, I must borrow Harry."

Now, Harry could vaguely guess that Voldemort had had a conversation with Dumbledore before, and it revolved around him.He took turns looking at them, hoping someone would hurry up and tell him what had happened earlier.

Voldemort snorted again. "I guess Harry would go with you even if I didn't agree." He didn't look at Harry as he said this.

"Uh..." Harry felt he had to speak up. "If it's really about me, can you tell me directly?" He protested, a little annoyed, "Am I invisible or something?"

The other two turned to him together.Dumbledore seemed apologetic, while Voldemort showed no particular expression.After a while, he said, "Let's talk about it at another time, Harry."

In fact, Harry was very reluctant to this proposal, but his reason told him that if he wanted to solve it relatively smoothly, he had to put it first and last—and Voldemort made the decision for him.Although he would probably come to the same conclusion if asked to think about it, he was still inexplicably depressed.

... Is this the dissatisfaction of being seen through, or some kind of unreasonable trouble, or is it just arrogance?

Just when Harry deeply suspected that he had a good temper, Voldemort suddenly leaned over him, and the cold and soft familiar touch on his cheeks flashed away. "My dear boy."

The words were as light as the wind blowing away, and the little anger that Harry had built up dissipated with it - he knew it was an answer to his earlier question about whether he was invisible or not.When the man turned into a black wind and left, he turned his head just in time to catch the last trace of strange expression on Dumbledore's face, and blushed belatedly.

**

By the time Harry returned to the tower, Ron and Hermione had finished their dinner.Hearing that he was called halfway to the headmaster's office after leaving Voldemort and Snape, Hermione hurried to get him something to eat.After knowing everything, both of them were stunned.

"That's great, Harry!" Hermione was very excited, temporarily putting aside the questions she hadn't finished on the table, "I've been thinking since fifth grade that Dumbledore should give you individual tutoring—so you Only in this way can we safely deal with all kinds of emergencies!"

"That's great, buddy!" Ron opened his mouth wide, envious, "In this way, no matter whether you can pass the Auror exam or not, you will be as good as them—no, better than them!"

Harry thought both of his friends were right, but nothing he said would change the fact that he would still have to go through abysmal, and more likely to get worse, tutoring after graduation. "I thought I'd have three months of vacation or something..." He hung his head dejectedly, "It's gone now, and Dumbledore said it will start tomorrow."

Hermione looked very disapproving, but Harry's frustration was so obvious that she said nothing more.

Fortunately, Ron gave Harry full sympathy. "It's miserable." He patted Harry on the shoulder understandingly, with a look of sympathy, "If tutoring and Auror are together, then I still don't choose it. Anyway, Fred and George Said, even if I can't find a good job after graduation, I can help in their store, their business is too popular..." He was forced back by Hermione's stern stare, and quickly changed his words: "Think about it Yes, Harry, there is the Quidditch World Cup this summer!"

"...What? There is the Quidditch World Cup in the summer vacation?" Harry was taken aback, his eyes widened.He had planned to find Voldemort when he recovered from the breath, but the night was long anyway.But... "Nobody told me?"

"The World Cup happens every four years, and that's what?" Ron asked back in disbelief, his eyes wider than Harry's. "You really don't remember this? I thought you were just too busy to mention it!"

Harry was devastated. "Merlin..." He moaned in despair, and couldn't help pulling his hair hard. "So I not only have to tutor during the vacation after graduation, but also when you watch the Quidditch World Cup? Is it too late to go back and tell Professor Dumbledore that I regret it?"

Seeing his reaction, Ron looked like he had stabbed a big basket, and Hermione rolled his eyes greatly. "Boys!" She said disgustedly, got up and planned to go back to the girls' dormitory, not forgetting to take away the parchment with □□ written on it.

The author has something to say:

There is an ancient saying, if the heaven will send a great mission to the people, the people will also suffer from painstaking efforts, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and deprive them of their actions, and their actions will be disturbed [and they will be killed by Harry.]