[HP] Similar but different

If the first day back to school is the beginning of a nightmare, the first day of class is even worse.

"History of magic, two sessions on potions, divination, two sessions on Defense Against the Dark Arts..." At the breakfast table, Ron began to sigh as soon as he got the timetable, "Bins, Snape, Trelawney, Umbridge, It's all today!"

Binns's courses are the number one weapon for hypnosis, Snape is probably a Gryffindor killer (especially bad for Harry), Trelawney is always keen to predict Harry's death, Umbridge...she He hasn't attended his class yet, but Harry has a hunch it won't be much better than the first three.

"You're luckier than me, Ron," he said limply, with two huge dark circles under his eyes. "I have to study at night."

"What?" Hermione was flipping through the "Daily Prophet" on Harry's right, and was surprised to hear that her head was poking out from behind the newspaper, "What tuition?"

Yesterday, Harry and Seamus had a fight, and the locket distracted them, and they didn't tell them anything.Now, seeing that the two of them were getting closer, he repeated Snape's request wearily.

Ron's reaction was exactly the same as when Harry first found out. "Why Snape?" he almost shouted. "Anyone else?"

"I'd like to know, too," said Harry dryly. "We hate each other."

Ron fell silent, but his gaze changed to sympathy for Harry, and he patted Harry on the shoulder hard.

Hermione put down the newspaper slowly, looking thoughtful. "Maybe Professor Dumbledore thinks Professor Snape is the best candidate?"

Ron looked at her disapprovingly. "I don't think his joining the Order of the Phoenix means that he has changed. How does Dumbledore know if he is still serving the mysterious man?"

The two insisted on their own words and began to argue.Harry, who was sitting in the middle, was not in the mood to mediate between them at all—if Ron and Hermione knew that Voldemort had slipped him a locket, what kind of quarrel would it be... There must be something in the locket, but He tossed all night without opening it...

After studying the locket all night, Harry actually fell asleep in History of Magic class, and it was Hermione who finally woke him up by strangling him.Potions... Harry believed that even if he hadn't dozed off, Snape would have found a reason to give him a zero - to be fair, he wasn't the worst one, but he was always the lowest.

And if Harry's divination class has always been a tragedy, Defense Against the Dark Arts class is simply the tragedy of tragedies-Umbridge insisted that Harry's statement about Voldemort's return was a lie, and Harry angrily contradicted several In other words, in exchange for a one-week confinement penalty, starting on Tuesday.

Professor McGonagall was furious at this.She asked Harry to keep a low profile and not let Umbridge catch any more.

But Harry didn't think it was his fault at all.It wasn't until Angelina, the new captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, blamed him for putting himself in confinement that he couldn't participate in the team's goalkeeper selection on Friday, did he realize a serious problem-in case Snape What should I do if my Occlumency tutoring session is more than once a week?

Actually, Snape had something to say about it.When Harry stepped through the cellar door at six o'clock in the evening, the Potions professor looked at him so critically that he could pick out the icicles: "Can't help showing off on the first day of school, Potter?"

"I can't help showing off," said Harry stiffly.He really didn't want to discuss this topic, especially in front of Snape - he already had a long tuition, a week of confinement, and a mountain of homework, and the last thing he wanted was a new confinement for contradicting the professor again. "You know it's true!"

Snape touched his left arm unconsciously.Harry knew why - there was a Dark Mark there.

But it didn't last long. "The point is not whether what you said is true." The Potions professor quickly resumed the disgusted expression he always reserved for Harry, "I believe Professor McGonagall has told you that the point is that you can't argue with Umbridge. Conflict... I believe I warned you yesterday, too, to be wary of Umbridge."

Harry glared at him. "Then let Umbridge call me a liar, even Dumbledore?"

Snape twisted his expression. "Don't take yourself too seriously," he sneered, "nobody really cares what a boy with a name for nothing says, or does. Even if people believe you, it's because they believe Dumbledore. It has nothing to do with you," he emphasized the voice warning, "do what you should do."

"Then what am I supposed to do? Like sit here and do nothing but pointless spats?" Harry felt that he had been badly insulted, and his anger was welling up.

Snape stood up abruptly and picked up his wand.Harry was startled, and then saw that the other person pressed the tip of the wand to his temple, pulled out a thick silvery white thread, and put it into the Pensieve on the table, and repeated it several times.

After all this was done, Snape looked back at Harry with a smirk on his face. "Very good," he said. "You reminded me. Let's get started now."

Harry stared at him warily. "What do you want me to do?"

"Whenever you speak to me," Snape reminded grimly, "professor" or "sir."

Harry had no intention of doing so, but he couldn't help but succumb to possible confinement. "……gentlemen."

Snape was barely satisfied.He started explaining Occlumency and Legilimency, some of which Harry had already heard from Sirius and some of which he hadn't.

"Why does Professor Dumbledore think I need to learn Occlumency?" Harry asked, taking the opportunity.Although Hermione already had a reasonable guess, he wanted to be sure.

"Obviously," said Snape scornfully, "because the Dark Lord is extremely good at Legilimency."

Of course Harry knew this.In that alley, he was forced to come face to face with Voldemort, who then gained access to the information in his head. "But it can't be too far away?" He asked again, his heart was pounding - wondering if Snape knew what his connection with Voldemort was?I wonder if Dumbledore told Snape?

Snape glanced at Harry, running a finger to his lips. "In general, it doesn't," he said, "but in general it doesn't apply to you and the Dark Lord, Potter."

That's what Harry wanted to know. "Why?"

"The spell that didn't kill you seems to have established a connection between you and the Dark Lord." Snape seemed to be thinking, "It is possible to perceive when your consciousness is weakest, such as in your sleep. The idea of ​​the Dark Lord. This connection was originally one-way, however, now the Dark Lord has realized that this may be a two-way link-he may not know it before attacking you again, but it is impossible not to find out afterwards. He Maybe something will be done with it.”

It was a two-way street, and Voldemort had indeed found out, Harry thought for sure. "So, this connection was created because of the spell?" He was very puzzled, "What kind of connection can Avada Kedavra create?"

The syllables of the Killing Curse seemed to wake Snape up. "Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with our lessons," he said, a little ferociously, not sure if he was annoyed at saying too much to himself, "Now, Potter, I want you to try to resist my Legilimency. Do as I say..."

The results were not very satisfactory, Harry always found himself slumped on the ground when he came back to his senses, and Snape said he was always yelling.On the third attempt, Snape saw the long dark corridor in Harry's head, and Harry suddenly realized that he had indeed seen it - he had walked it on his way to his trial at the Ministry of Magic!

"What's in the Department of Mysteries, sir?" he asked impatiently before he got up from the ground.

"What did you say?" Snape asked softly.

Harry was pleased to see panic flitting across his face. "I say, what's in the Department of Mysteries, sir?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Because I'm sure," whispered Harry, watching Snape's expression carefully, "that Voldemort wanted to go there."

"Don't say the Dark Lord's name!" snapped Snape.

The two glared at each other across the Pensieve.Finally, Harry was sure that even if Snape knew something, he wouldn't tell him, so he shrugged: "Is it all right for today?"

Snape's cold black eyes were fixed on Harry. "There were supposed to be three tutorials this week, Wednesday and Friday. But I don't think Umbridge will let you go so easily. So," he smirked, "you will come to me on Saturday and Sunday afternoons Come on, do you understand?"

"Yes," replied Harry, barely listening, his mind already absorbed in the new news he'd just received—

The link was created by a death curse?How is it made and what is it?

Why did Voldemort want to go to the Department of Mysteries?Are the so-called weapons there?

As soon as Harry was out of the cellar door, he headed straight for the library, trying to find Ron and Hermione.But he had just climbed the upper half of the stairs leading to the auditorium when he heard a voice calling him: "Potter."

There was no one in front of him, and Harry turned his head sharply.But the back is still empty.Just when he wondered if it was someone's invisible prank, the voice sounded again, this time with a stronger tone: "Potter."

Harry's mouth was half open, his raised left foot froze in midair.Is he hallucinating? Why does this sound seem to be... Voldemort?

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Written too late, a little typo, correct it~