[HP] Similar but different

After such an accident, Harry never dared to ask Sirius about sensitive matters again.Sirius is still a fugitive, he can't use the godfather's safety as the price of his curiosity.

In this way, Harry finally understood why Voldemort was so sure that he would find him in the first place.Because under the tight surveillance of the Ministry of Magic, only the communication link established by the Dark Lord himself will not be monitored.

But Voldemort wasn't on the other side of the link, or even in a foreign country, and Harry wondered, how would he know when the Dark Lord would return?Do you want him to open the locket and call out every day?

Harry might have done it if he could, but the truth is he's pretty busy.Not to mention the mountains of homework and hellish tutoring, he also had to attend the Quidditch team training, and at the same time ensured that the Defense Against the Dark Arts team - now nicknamed "Dumbledore's Army" - — There is a certain amount of practice every week, not to mention that he has to prepare lessons for it!

As one can imagine, Harry's research on the Killing Curse has been slow.For a moment he forgot about the threat behind the eyes until after the first Quidditch match - both the twin brother and he had been banned for life by Umbridge for having clashed with the Slytherin team.

"...It's not fair! Malfoy provoked it first!"

Harry was still resentful of Coronet's questions about why he was there at training time. "Fred was suspended for not doing anything at all! Crabbe got a sentence penalty for hitting a bluster after the whistle!"

Coronet was clearly not interested in this kind of Muggle-style brawl. "I think you should have expected this a long time ago." It was so calm that it was almost indifferent. "Did you ever see that Umbridge might be biased towards you?"

Harry certainly never counted on Umbridge, but that didn't make him less angry. "Do you, like Professor McGonagall, feel that this is all my fault?"

The crown didn't seem to smell any gunpowder in it. "Isn't it?" It said lazily, "You should know what to do for your own good."

"You're saying I'm impulsive, reckless, totally out of control?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"I didn't say that." Guan Mian immediately said, extremely smooth.

Harry snorted coldly. "Come on, that's what you mean." He snorted again and squeezed his fists at the same time, "I'll beat him again, who told him to speak ill of my mother!"

Coronet seems to have despaired of Harry's straight temper. "Why don't you understand?" it said emphatically, "I didn't stop you from beating him—but why wouldn't you choose a time when no one was watching?"

"...Choose a time when no one is watching?" Harry repeated hesitantly, without immediately following the topic.

"Yes," Crown said bluntly, "no one saw it, no one knew it, and even Malfoy himself could only guess!"

The front is fine, but the back... "Malfoy doesn't even know I did it?" Harry looked suspicious, "Is it too difficult?"

"Oh, believe me, there are plenty of ways." Crown said casually, "If you plan to do this, I can provide one or two kindly."

Harry didn't speak for a moment.He had to admit, the offer was tempting to him, since Malfoy was so annoying.But speaking of stealing a lesson... somehow, he thought of Umbridge's glassy eyes. "It's not an illegal way, is it?"

"Are you trying to say the Unforgivable Curse?" Guan Dian disdainfully said, "I'm not going to be polite about it—it's up to you?"

It sounds exactly like Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to be Moody in fourth grade.Harry frowned, "How?"

"You don't really think that if I teach you that way, you can do it?" The crown doesn't hide its mocking attitude at all, "What the Unforgivable Curse requires is real power and ruthlessness. Anger—with all due respect—does nothing."

To be despised again... Harry couldn't help but feel frustrated, but at the same time, he felt that there was something wrong with Diorama's words. "What do you mean 'you can't do anything to people at all'?" He asked sensitively, "I didn't intend to do anything to Malfoy...I just want him to shut up!"

Crown snorted coldly. "It's because you didn't intend to do anything to him that he has no fear—he knows there will be no consequences, so he keeps provoking again and again." It paused, "But since you didn't really stop him I don’t want to worry about my intentions.”

"Of course I want to stop him!" Harry protested immediately, "but not in the way you're implying!" He calmed down a bit, aware of the subtle distaste for Diadem's underlying attitude. "Why do you sound a little... like? Appreciate?" He frowned even more, while trying to figure out the words, "Admiration? Yes, admiration for a more cruel way? Or a more terrible consequence?"

"Cruel? Scary?" Guan Dian seemed to find it amused, "I just think that the most worry-free and labor-saving way is to avoid future troubles."

Harry stared intently at the diadem.He'd always known it was too clever.Now, for the first time, he realized that there might be something far more dangerous than cynicism beneath its radiant beauty.

After this idea came to mind, Harry found it difficult for him to do his homework by the diadem and chat occasionally.Fortunately, the problem was easy to solve now—from Dobby the house-elf, he knew that the Room of Requirement could be more than just a hiding place; in fact, he had already used it as a classroom for the defense team.So, just make it a space suitable for being alone.

In this way, Harry's homework performance returned to the previous level.He had to face the surprised and disappointed eyes of several professors and Snape's intensified ridicule.But for peace of mind, Harry preferred that.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold rain falling from the sky soon turned into heavy snow.As November draws to a close, the Forbidden Forest Guards finally return.Harry waited for the three of them to visit the hut overnight, only to find out that Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime went to find the giant together, but they returned in vain—the giants had all been drawn to the side of the Dark Lord two months ago.

"...two months ago?" Ron was still puzzled when they left the hut, "then why did Hagrid come back now? And he won't say what he did in these two months? Look at those horrible wound!"

Harry was also puzzled. "There's definitely something Hagrid hasn't told us."

Hermione agreed with them, but she was more concerned about other things. "Do you realize that he doesn't seem to be heeding my advice? If Umbridge checks, and he takes another class like Hippogriff, he'll end up with Trelawney!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, realizing that this was very likely.You know, the "interesting" defined by half giants has always been far from ordinary people.As a professor of divination, Trelawney had unfortunately and predictably received a result of academic probation from Umbridge.

"That's not okay," said Hermione again, very firmly, "I'll do it again tomorrow!"

"I'm counting on you, Hermione," Ron sighed, "Harry and I have piles of homework...by the way," he turned to Harry, eyes dancing with hope, "that pen of yours, really Can't it be fixed? We can save at least half the time with it!"

Harry shook his head stiffly.In the face of Ron and Hermione's curiosity, he couldn't keep vaguely referring to the diadem as "that thing that cannot be mentioned by name", but lied about having a powerful quill to help him correct his homework .

"Or see where it's still on sale?" Ron suggested eagerly, still unwilling to give up.

Harry shook his head stiffer.If any automatic error-correcting quill can change the homework to an excellent level, then the ground will be full of straight-A students; in fact, Hermione, who is the closest to the All-A student, also has "E (Exceedexpectations, exceeding expectations) in Defense Against the Dark Arts." )".

"Damn," Ron said, the light in Ron's eyes extinguished, becoming listless, "I miss the old days when I had it..."

Hermione endured and endured, and finally couldn't listen anymore. "Ron," she said sternly, "you're a prefect! Don't keep thinking about copying your homework!"

Ron was even more listless, and Harry was distraught.Leaving the diadem alone wasn't a problem, he'd better figure out what it was... there shouldn't be many magic items that are smart, let alone seem to have a mind of their own...

Wait a minute, free thought?

Harry stopped abruptly, and his face gradually became ugly.

"Come on, Harry!" Hermione yelled when she saw that Harry had fallen.Because it was so dark, she didn't notice anything wrong with Harry.

Harry nodded wildly, and raised his foot again.He had to ask Ginny, it was best when no one was around...

But the girls either hang out in groups or just hang out with their boyfriends.Harry didn't want to be regarded as a rival in love by Michael Corner, so in the end he could only use the name of the defense team to keep her after class.Connor gave him a skeptical look before leaving (Cho seemed hurt, too), but it was the best Harry could think of.

Ginny was puzzled.After hearing Harry's words, she shook her head decisively.Harry remembered everything that had happened to him, and she didn't think he was being possessed by a quill.

It has to be said that this conclusion made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.He thought with lingering fears that it was a good thing he didn't tell Diadem about the link; but at the same time he suspected that if Diadem really had something to do with Voldemort, then it might know everything, and it was just playing role-playing with him to get the information he needed .

The latter guess made the hairs on Harry's back stand on end.Because that would most likely mean that even if Voldemort wasn't peeking into his head all the time, he could still control his every move through the diadem.

Harry was literally on pins and needles.However, usually there is not enough time for him to verify this matter, he can only hope for the coming Christmas.It was a good time when almost everyone was going home.

For the other side, the absence of the savior for several days is enough to explain everything.

"The boy noticed something," said Crown, with a casual exclamation in her tone, "at last."

The portrait leaned against the frame, and raised his eyelids upon hearing this. "It's just right," he said calmly, "he will be back soon."

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