[HP] Similar but different

"Armor protection!"

Harry yelled without thinking.He didn't know if the Iron Armor Curse would work against a dark wizard like Voldemort, but he had to do something.

The black-robed wizard didn't respond to this.He floated toward Harry, soundlessly, as if his feet hadn't touched the ground at all.

Harry's scar ached even more as the Dark Lord approached.Cold sweat broke out, trembling all over.He stared straight ahead, holding his wand high, making sure to wrap himself and Dudley behind an invisible shield.Even so, he couldn't help but think——

There had been no news from Voldemort for four weeks; why would he appear in Little Whinging himself now?To make up for the unfinished Avada Kedavra in the graveyard?

The thought of this made Harry even more nervous.At that time, he wanted to take away Cedric's body; but now, he had to ensure that Dali returned home safely-the difficulty was not the same, what would he do to succeed?If Voldemort broke his Iron Armor Charm in one fell swoop, how would he respond?

But the Dark Lord unexpectedly stopped outside the barrier of the Iron Armor Curse. "Harry Potter," he hissed softly, grimly.

"What do you want to do? You want to kill me, don't you?" Harry's mind was spinning wildly. Should he take a chance and ask Dudley to go first?

"Use your brains, Potter," hissed Voldemort, "a Muggle can't make the Dark Lord condescend. And the one behind you," he said, never taking his eyes off Harry, "would be too much for a snake." Greasy."

Dudley hadn't recovered from the terrifying appearance of the dementor, but when he heard the words "Dark Lord" and "Feed the snake", he shook like chaff, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

When Harry turned his head quickly, he saw the whites of his cousin's eyes flicker, and he immediately despaired.How did he manage to move Dudley's size?Then he realized that he hadn't said "Let Dudley go first" just now, but Voldemort had already answered...

boom!

When Harry heard this sound, his body tensed into a bowstring had already crashed down, making intimate contact with the ground.The wand flew out of his hand for the second time, and the back of his head hurt, but it still couldn't cover the burn of the scar——

Harry stared at the black visor close at hand - he could now see two vertical lines of scarlet pupils beneath the hood - and realized that Voldemort's proximity to him was the cause of the pain.The scar had never exploded so violently, as if it had exploded; and countless hammers were trying to break his skeleton, making him convulse uncontrollably.

Those scarlet pupils narrowed.They ignored Harry's pain, and took a little interest in it. "I heard something very interesting, Potter."

Harry wanted to growl at Voldemort and make him roll off of him immediately.But he couldn't exert any strength all over his body, he could only bite his lower lip tightly, in order to resist another wave of new and severe pain.He must not show weakness to Voldemort, he had to hold back the scream that had reached his throat.

Voldemort didn't seem to expect Harry to answer either.He stared closely at the emerald eyes that were overflowing with tears, and asked softly, "Are you a Parseltongue?"

Yeah, damn it, I really don't want this ability, just like scars!

Harry roared in his head as he had just realized that Voldemort could easily read his mind - yes, easily, the snake man hadn't pulled out his wand yet.

A trace of anger quickly flashed in the scarlet eyes. "Very well," said Voldemort, softly, "I saw the truth looking at me from your worthless head—what else? You opened the Chamber of Secrets in Parseltongue—you saw My own diary!"

Voldemort's tone changed suddenly, sharp and high-pitched, almost piercing Harry's eardrums. "How dare you—! How dare he—!"

The Dark Lord's rage must have reached its peak, because the scar was already so painful that Harry wanted to chop off his own head.He couldn't take it...he would rather die...better than continue to be tortured...

With a light on the body, all this came to an abrupt end.Harry lay on the ground, gasping for breath.His throat was dry and sore, like he had literally screamed just now.His eyes were blurred with tears, and he trembled, trying to wipe them away——

what happened?Has anyone come to save him?

But Merlin obviously didn't hear his prayer.Because a cold hand suddenly grabbed Harry's throat, lifted him up like a chicken, and then slammed him against the cold, rough brick wall of the alley.

"Now, Potter, look at me," demanded Voldemort hissed, his scarlet eyes still smoldering with charred smoldering rage, "let's see, what's in your head I don't know the—about me—”

Harry's spine hurt from being thrown, and the pressure on his neck nearly suffocated him.He reflexively wanted to break away that pale, cold hand, but it was useless, it was as solid as a rock, and it didn't move - Voldemort seemed to be planning to abandon his proud magic and strangle his enemy to death with his bare hands?

Meanwhile, Harry tried to turn his head away - he had to do the opposite when Voldemort told him to - but it was also in vain.The red eyes approached him, so close that he could even feel the movement of the slender nose under the mask.The air became thinner and thinner, and he could feel his cheeks congested, and he kicked his two dangling legs feebly, trying to break free from the overly strong, almost fatal shackles.

In front of the Mirror of Erised, a wisp of black smoke flees...

In the secret room of Hogwarts, the diary was bubbling with black blood...

Professor Trelawney said loudly and hoarsely that the Dark Lord will rise again with the help of his servants, stronger and more terrifying than ever before...

When he said that Voldemort was resurrected with his blood, there seemed to be a flash of ecstasy in Dumbledore's eyes...

He was in pain, of course, whenever Voldemort was emotional, he was in pain, that scar...

As soon as the pressure was released, Harry slid along the wall to the floor, staring at gold stars in front of his eyes, coughing quickly and violently.After a while, he finally got rid of the suffocating feeling a little bit before he raised his head——

The black-robed wizard was still standing two feet away from him, his eyes full of frenzy and disbelief.But this only existed for a moment, and the familiar coldness quickly replaced those exposed emotions.The hand that was about to strangle Harry was now hanging at his side, completely hidden by the sleeve.

Harry wondered if there was a fist trying to kill him, or if there was a proverbial death wand waiting to strike. "So..." he said, his voice hoarse, not without sarcasm, "has the Dark Lord finally remembered that Avada Kedavra is easier and faster?"

Voldemort remained motionless for a long time before shaking his head very slightly.

Harry's eyes widened.But he immediately denied himself, he must be dazzled, how could Voldemort not want to kill him?The thought reminded him of his own wand, and he soon realized that the holly wand had dropped too far this time, as if by some silent spell from Voldemort.

One was standing, the other was sitting, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was stiff and silent.

Harry wondered how this happened.Some part of him knew he couldn't look into those scarlet eyes any longer, but he couldn't help looking—what was Voldemort doing?The Dark Lord had suddenly forgotten to attack, as if he had suddenly forgotten that he was his sworn enemy?

"Stop your silly thoughts, Potter." Voldemort gazed steadily at Harry - or Harry's lightning-shaped scar - and easily read what was going on underneath.

Harry was still limp all over.When he thought of the disparity in their powers—whether magical or physical—he sounded a little better. "Oh, so can you kindly tell me what you were doing just now and what we're doing now?"

"I've discovered something," said Voldemort softly, and he couldn't hear it unless his ears were carefully pricked up, "unexpected...unexpected..."

Harry couldn't help curling his lips.Voldemort probably saw that his diary was destroyed, but wasn't that just a Dark Arts diary?As for getting angry like that?

"I can see that you don't know anything," said Voldemort again, in a tone so icy as to be scum, "and yet..." He closed his mouth.

"But what?" Harry asked sensitively. "I don't know what? Is the diary a very important thing?"

Voldemort stared at Harry for another moment.At last he shook his head, took a step towards Harry - and Harry immediately became alarmed - but he just bent down, whispered something in Harry's ear, and disappeared without a sound.

The alley returned to normal, Harry felt the long-lost temperature wrap him again, and his nerves suddenly relaxed.Dudley was still paralyzed beside him, and there was a heavy running sound not far away...

"Harry, Harry!" Mrs. Figg rushed up to Harry with a net bag in her hand, with a look of panic on her face, "Harry, how are you? Oh, I must kill Mundungus Fletcher!"

Normally, Harry would try to hide his wand first, and then ask why Mrs. Figg appeared, and who is Mundungus Fletcher, but now his eyes are full of only the last left to him by Voldemort That sentence--

"Looking forward to our next meeting, my dear little friend."

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