[HP] Similar but different

Harry was immediately set on fire for the overly creepy reference. "my boy"? "Don't give me a new nickname," he protested angrily, his hair about to explode. "What the hell are you trying to do?"

It's hard to say whether Voldemort sensed Harry's disgust, because he didn't seem to care in the slightest. "I sincerely advise you not to waste time testing the Dark Lord's patience."

...if you can do what I want, I'll tell you something you want to know?

Harry did remember, but he forced himself to snort in disdain. "So what?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, studying Harry carefully. "Our savior regretted it, didn't he?" He deliberately made a look of sudden realization.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.Could a phantom also be able to take Legilimency on him?Or had the Dark Lord seen this in his head before?

Voldemort caught the change of expression. "I think you need a mirror very much at this point," he said tactfully, sarcastically.

Harry's anger was easily ignited again.What Voldemort meant must be that his thoughts were so shallow that he didn't need Legilimency to see it on his face... For a moment, he just wanted to cast a few curses at the person opposite him, but the next moment he realized that it could only be done. It is useless. "So you gave me this thing just to annoy me?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, of course not." Voldemort laughed, the sharp curve of his lips not concealing his intentions. "Although I am disappointed with your progress - quite disappointed, to be honest - at least you have figured out the prerequisites."

Little did Harry want to know whether Voldemort was disappointed or not.He decided that it was a conspiracy by the other party to provoke him, in order to better read his thoughts and control him. "The prerequisite is to communicate in snake language," he still gritted his teeth, "means absolute secrecy, doesn't it?"

"It means only you and I know," Voldemort corrected softly.

It reminded Harry of Voldemort's declaration last time that it was only about the two of them. "What's wrong?" He was still annoyed and puzzled, "Why did you and..."

He couldn't go on.He couldn't put him and Voldemort as co-subjects, and the next sentence had to state their inseparable connection.

It wasn't surprising that Voldemort looked down at Harry leisurely. "While I wholeheartedly agree with what you didn't say, you'd better get used to it," he said, his lips pursed and slightly mean.

"Why?" Harry asked immediately, temporarily forgetting the anger, "Because you can't solve it?"

The corners of Voldemort's mouth twisted, it was definitely not a smile. "What do you think I'm doing right now? Trying to get to you?"

The irony was sharp, but Harry was tempted to say that, aside from the obvious ulterior motives, it was mostly true.His earlier guess had been right; if the Death Eaters could take care of it, Voldemort wouldn't have to go to all that trouble to find him. "Even if you've already started to deal with it, it's best for me to get used to it..." He asked thoughtfully, and at the same time had an extremely bad feeling, "Are you saying in disguise that this matter will take a long time to resolve? ?”

Voldemort fell suddenly silent, and this only added to Harry's premonition.Just when he was getting too close, the Dark Lord finally spoke again. "I'm afraid so."

Harry could have sworn he'd never seen that expression on Voldemort's face—scarlet eyes staring intently at him, but hardly murderous, closer to a thorough dissection.Under this extremely penetrating and terrifying gaze, he couldn't help but shudder.What exactly does the Dark Lord want from him?

Fortunately, Voldemort soon put on his cold smirk again. "Although your speed is astonishingly slow, the Dark Lord will do what he says."

Harry regained consciousness, thinking that this might be a signal to allow free questioning.He thought for a moment, then tapped the tip of his wand down, pointing at the fake locket. "What is that thing?"

"Oh, come on, you and I both know what this is—" Voldemort curled his lips, "a souvenir of an unsuccessful rebellion." He met Harry's angry eyes again, and added casually: "In order not to let you Throwing it away before you realize it's time to open it in Parseltongue, naturally you have to find something that impresses you, no?"

This probably satirized Harry's dullness again, but Harry tried to ignore it. "Every time I open it, you're in there?"

Voldemort laughed again, but there was no warmth in it. "I'm afraid you mean a house-elf, Potter."

Oh, so now he's Potter again?

Harry felt as if he had discovered a knack for how to detect the Dark Lord's emotional changes through certain details. "And what good is it anyway?" he questioned, "since you can already talk to me in your head?"

"If you learn Occlumency—I mean just in case—" Voldemort drawled, "there are other ways you can find me."

Harry pursed his lips.He hadn't known about Occlumency tuition when he got the fake locket... The Dark Lord had expected Dumbledore to make such an arrangement?

"Why am I looking for you?" he asked, again trying to ignore Voldemort's insinuations that he couldn't learn Occlumency, and suspecting that the locket might have opened itself when Voldemort came looking for him. circumstances?"

"The cliche skills have improved, Potter." Voldemort praised with a smirk, "Although it is not enough, but..."

Harry had an intuition that there was a hole behind him waiting to jump, but he still couldn't help asking, "But what?"

"Put that little stick down, and I'll tell you a few more words," said Voldemort, casting a seemingly casual glance at the holly wand.

Harry glared at the half-clothed phantom in black, and reluctantly lowered his arms.Although, there is a place in his heart that thinks that being overly defensive against a phantom makes him more vulnerable.

"Very good." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction. "Now, let's be clearer - I don't want this link and you don't want it. It's a good consensus. There's something we all have to do to achieve this common goal."

Harry's head was racing. "You found this link in Little Whinging... the destruction of the diary woke you up so you went to check the locket and you blew up when it was switched...yes, I saw a mass of maddened black water ...It's been a whole day, and it didn't take that long to go to that cave, you must have done something that you think is more important first, or equally important..." He raised his head, allowing himself to better face the The Dark Lord's eyes, "Whatever the diary and locket are, there are more than two of them, aren't there?"

Voldemort stared at him for a long time, and the corner of his mouth twisted for a long time. "Out of range, Potter."

"Because what I said is true?" Harry thought about Voldemort's essentially expressionless face, and boldly came to a conclusion.

"Confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is not. But I'm not really surprised when it comes to Gryffindor..." Voldemort replied sarcastically.

Harry hypnotized himself for the third time and didn't hear it. He had to pursue the victory. "So, what are you going to do? Or, to put it bluntly, what do you want me to do about it?"

Voldemort gave Harry another careful look. "I don't see cooperation in your eyes," he curled his lips boredly, "that's it for today."

That wasn't what Harry wanted to hear. "Wait!" he yelled, "at least tell me first, does your wanting to go to the Department of Mysteries have anything to do with removing the link?"

"What if I say yes?" Voldemort asked deliberately.

Harry couldn't tell the right answer from that half-smile look.He hesitated, and asked again: "When you said you don't want to be in my head, do you mean the head in a concrete sense?"

"Once again, out of bounds, boy," Voldemort hissed warningly, "enough this time..." His figure suddenly spun, funneling a swirl of black wind. "You see, we both want to kill each other. But until the problem is solved, you and I must restrain ourselves..."

With a snap, the words followed the Dark Lord disappearing into the tightly closed locket.

Harry stared at it for a long moment.When he did realize that he was the only one left in the room, he sat down, no matter how dirty the floor was—the sweat on his back, and he was still gasping for air—and then he realized that although the Dark Lord didn't appear He didn't make any attack intentions, but the invisible pressure still existed, as evidenced by the breath he held subconsciously just now.

Was Voldemort telling the truth?A little man asked aloud in his head.

As if true, the other villain replied doubtfully, since he had to enlist the help of his sworn enemy...

So maybe it was used?The first villain spoke out what Harry was most worried about.

No one really expected the Dark Lord to be frank, the other villain replied dryly, not at all naive, so there was nothing to discuss.The point is, Voldemort has confessed that he has ulterior motives, does that mean something?

...Does it mean that Harry must know the truth in order to be useful?The first villain guessed, with a more dry tone.

Maybe not necessarily, but had to.The second villain corrected cautiously.

Harry stared blankly at the high window, letting the two voices go back and forth in his head.He should be nervous, but he's getting more and more curious—what is it that would make Voldemort seek him out in person?

Harry didn't recover until the sunlight slipped through the wall.He figured it was time to get up and go to the Great Hall, but realized he was still clutching his wand as he put his hands on the ground.

Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long...

Harry looked down at it, his fingers tightening slightly.

Maybe what Voldemort said is basically true, but there is one thing that is absolutely not.He didn't want to kill anyone, not even Voldemort.

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