[HP] Similar but different

Harry, Ron and Hermione graduated after winning their seventh consecutive House Cup at Gryffindor House.Their NEWTs results won't come out until the end of August, and before that, Ron and Hermione can enjoy their leisurely vacation.As for Harry, even though he said that verbally, he actually planned to study hard with Dumbledore, trying to use his good performance in exchange for the opportunity to watch the Quidditch World Cup final.

This turned out to be effective.In fact, two mornings before the final, Dumbledore offered to take Harry to the Heights of Montmont, just outside Paris.

France is the host of the Quidditch World Cup final.As for the two teams entering the finals, one is the Dutch team, the biggest dark horse this year, and the other is the Bulgarian team where Viktor Krum belongs.Chasers Troy and Moran of last-time champions Ireland have retired, and the new top two are nowhere near the level of their predecessors.

Harry felt surreal because he didn't even have time to ask for leave. "What are we going to do?" He asked cautiously.

"Oh, of course I know you're thinking about the game, and that's where we're going." Dumbledore chuckled and nodded, shaking slightly again, "But we're not just going to watch the game."

Harry was thrown cold water when he was half excited, but he still had hope-whatever Dumbledore had to do, wouldn't it be enough to finish it before the game? "Then?"

Dumbledore raised his head, his eyes behind the half-moon glasses passed the three-legged silverware on the table, and fixed his eyes firmly on Harry. "In this kind of international event, we can meet many wizards from other places. In other words, no matter where the wizards are, they will never miss this grand event."

This immediately reminded Harry of the Middle Eastern wizard in white and the magic banner that said Salem College last time he saw it.

"Since it is so natural for everyone to gather together," Dumbledore continued, "it means that no matter how complicated the composition of the party is, it is not easy for others to notice."

Complex ingredients?Harry was puzzled. "You're saying that someone might secretly summon people from all over the place..." He stopped with his mouth half-opened.If he remembered correctly, more than half of those Ghost Riders were not in England all the year round. "...Tom?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I got the message this morning," he said, still staring at Harry, "Tom is over there."

Harry had to think of the Dark Mark incident at the last World Cup.Unlike a few Death Eaters who were maliciously teasing Muggles, Voldemort was now back in power; if the Dark Lord wanted to announce his return in an impressive way, the match would be the perfect time.

"Tom isn't interested in Quidditch at all." His heart rose to his throat, trying to recall his last meeting with Voldemort - nothing out of the ordinary. "If he's here, he does have other plans." .”

Dumbledore nodded again. "Since Tom has streamlined his men and expanded the scope of activities, it has been difficult for the Order of the Phoenix to track their traces. This time they may all gather, which is also an opportunity for us."

Harry's heart sank again.These words dilute his expectations for the World Cup final, but when he spoke again, his tone was still firm. "What are we going to do?"

"Don't be too nervous, Harry." Dumbledore seemed to see Harry's tension, "They shouldn't be making any big moves. If they did, Tom wouldn't easily reveal his whereabouts. I guess... ..." He didn't continue, but turned his head.

Harry followed suit and looked out the window.

He had never seen August at Hogwarts: the sky was cloudless, clear and blue, and the trees in the Forbidden Forest were so lush that they almost broke the line between the forest and the sky.There is no human voice, and the chirping of birds and the movement of unknown animals are mixed together, full of vitality.Because he was sitting, he couldn't see anything closer, but that didn't stop him from imagining pumpkins the size of wheels growing in the field outside Hagrid's hut, and giant squids must be lounging in the shadows of the beeches by the lake. Stretch the tentacles.

Then he remembered Voldemort.In the name of the Knights of the Ghost, those people don't need any excuses to party-just pick a dark and windy night.But if Voldemort doesn't care about being found out about his whereabouts, it's the same as what Dumbledore said, which means that the other party doesn't intend to hide at all.

There must be an official or obvious reason, and he is quite curious about what the reason is... Maybe it can't be described as curiosity, after all, he is now a member of the Order of the Phoenix... In addition, half a month has passed Yes, he really wants to see each other...

Harry knew what he was about to do. "Let's go now?" He stood up.When he met Dumbledore's gaze, he smiled back, not quite sure.

Although Harry has successfully obtained a certificate for the Apparition exam, he has never been to France and can only appear with Dumbledore's entourage.When crossing the English Channel, due to the restrictions of national borders, he also tried the feeling of turning into white light-bright, hot, except for a little dizziness, it is generally a cool way to travel.

He couldn't help but compare it with the black wind transformed into Voldemort in his mind, and regretfully found that he still didn't know what it felt like to be a black wind.Then he remembered that Mr. Weasley had told him that many people would prefer to choose a broomstick than Apparition, although it was slow, it was safe...

"...Aha, what a pleasure, Dumbledore!"

A loud voice stopped Harry from wandering.He took a closer look and saw that they had entered the camp.It was still early, and most places only had wooden signs with surnames on them.A fat man in a black robe was waving his hands desperately on the top of the high ground, with a surprisingly tall lace cylinder cap on his bare head.

Harry judged the man to be a wizard from the parchment and quill that floated beside him, but he had never seen that queer hat before, and he could only do his best not to stare.

"I just received news from Bertrand!" the older wizard said cheerfully, the extremely wide white lace ribbon of the hat swaying behind his head, "I didn't expect you to come so early!"

His English had a thick, unfamiliar accent that Harry struggled to identify, but Dumbledore seemed to have absolutely no trouble understanding it. "Hello, Spencer." He looked around, "I didn't realize you were all wizards here."

The man named Spencer shrugged, as if he didn't care at all. "According to the speaker, if you have the time to clean up the mess, it's better to completely eliminate the possibility of Muggles coming here."

Harry wondered if this was an allusion to the accident with the Roberts family at the last Quidditch World Cup, at least not from Dumbledore.He nodded slightly, "Please register for us, please."

"Of course!" Spencer promised, "Albus Dumbledore—" Following his words, the quill began to write automatically, "And this... Ali Potter?"

"It's me." Harry nodded quickly.Fortunately, the other party just looked at his scar curiously and didn't pursue further.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.By comparison, being called Ali was nothing at all.

Dumbledore looked away and glanced at Harry. "Spencer and I haven't seen each other for a long time, you..."

"I'm just going to find my friend," Harry immediately understood. "I'll see you later, sir." He walked away, looked around, and then walked towards the field.

The sun had risen very high at this moment, and the entire field was bathed in bright light, which made the central court even more magnificent.It was bigger and more resplendent than any Harry had ever seen, and Harry wondered how much work the French Council of Magic had put into it.As he got closer, he saw some wizards coming in and out of the small door at the bottom, and guessed they were making their final preparations for the match.

Then Harry's eyes were drawn to a tent near the pitch.It is almost as big as a hill, with intricate patterns embroidered with gold thread on the black satin cloth strips. There are row upon row of spiers on the top, and there are two bison stone carvings with bent horns in front of the door. It is more like a castle than a tent.

Harry didn't know who had such a big show, so he walked over curiously.Suddenly, the tent was lifted, and the two servants struggled to support the thick black cloth.Then came out a guy who was covered up so that you couldn't even see the eyes, maybe a guy, and finally a man in a suit and leather shoes.

If Harry doubted the identity of the former, he was very familiar with the latter.His eyes widened in surprise, and he didn't even notice that he had stopped——

Suits and ties... Voldemort? !

"...Thank you for your generous help to us." A muffled voice that seemed to have been burned came from behind the pile of gorgeous cloth, and bowed slightly, "Transylvania will always be your loyal ally. "

"My pleasure, Speaker," replied Voldemort, but he was not polite.

Afterwards, the pile of humanoid fabrics immediately got back into the black tent, as if they didn't want to stay under the sun for a second.And Voldemort turned sideways and walked straight towards Harry, as if he had seen him here.

Harry guessed they were speaking the language of some small European country, because he probably only understood the word "Transylvania".It's a normal reaction to ask "what are you doing" at this time, but when he saw the man's face, he immediately forgot the question, and subconsciously swallowed——

Slim three-piece suit, pure black top hat, thin gold cane...

Before today, he really didn't know that a wizard could be more handsome in a suit!

Seeing the man getting closer and closer, Harry didn't want to be found out about his gaffe, so he forced out a sentence: "...I thought you didn't like Muggle clothes?"

Voldemort turned his head slightly, and tugged on his tie. "True," he admitted, and stopped two paces in front of Harry, "except when it's useful."

"Like the one just now?" Harry asked sensitively, "Why do I think he might be a vampire?"

Voldemort smiled nonchalantly, neither acknowledging nor denying. "Transylvania has always been rich in vampires," he said, "but I just stopped by to visit him."

That is, the clothes are needed for the previous thing?Harry couldn't help but stare at Voldemort all the time, and at the same time wondered if it wasn't for that, he would have looked at the man more than once.

As for Voldemort, he didn't go on to explain, and he didn't ask why Harry was here alone.As if uncomfortable, he simply turned his tie into air and loosened his shirt collar. "It's noon," he asked casually, "have lunch with me, Harry?"

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