[HP] Similar but different

The day has entered December.As the homework snowballed, Ron and Hermione's prefects became more and more onerous.Ron whined about it, and Harry had to console his friend; to make matters worse, Hermione's guess came true—

Hagrid's first lesson on his return was thestrals, pitch-black flying horses seen only by those who have seen death.This thing sounds ominous (and the bloody flesh disappearing bite by bite in the air is also very weird), not to mention that Umbridge was planning to trouble the half-blood giant, asking many tricky questions and misinterpreting the answers.

In addition, the Slytherins have always disliked Hagrid, so they deliberately exaggerated the danger of the course to Umbridge.After class, Malfoy laughed at Ron's goalkeeping skills for the umpteenth time——

"It's a shame seeing someone take their last breath doesn't make you see the Quaffle any better, does it, Weasley?"

Crabbe and Goyle laughed, and Ron's ears turned red instantly.The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match - the one where Harry and George were so enraged that they beat Malfoy up - won, but as keeper he didn't catch a single ball.

"Ignore them," Hermione urged hastily, "Don't."

Harry didn't think about doing it again for the time being, he was more concerned about other things. "Two of your squires are back, Malfoy?" He raised an eyebrow.He'd noticed it before the game, but he hadn't had a chance to ask about it yet. "When did this happen?"

A moment of unnatural embarrassment flitted across Malfoy's pale, pointed face. "What does it have to do with you, Scarhead?" he said in a nasty voice.

"When I first started school, I didn't know who was as disheveled as a bereaved dog?" Harry refused to give in. "In the past few months, in order to regain that person's favor, your father must have worked hard—" He dragged Chang Yin, "Are you working in secret?"

The description of a bereaved dog immediately brought an angry flush to Malfoy's cheekbones. "My father doesn't..." He gritted his teeth, but couldn't find any strong rebuttal, "Be careful!"

Harry was tired of hearing such empty threats.Before Malfoy could come up with something new and vicious, he preemptively said, "In that case, I guess your dad must have invited that portrait back too?"

Malfoy's lips, which seemed to be about to say something, stopped moving immediately.He was shocked and terrified, like Harry had mentioned something particularly scary.

"Isn't it not?" Harry stared at Malfoy closely, not wanting to miss any detail that might lead to the truth, "Then I wonder, how can you feel at ease? Since no one is behind your back You back it up, huh?"

Malfoy's face completely turned into a tomato, almost bright red. "It's none of your business, Potter!" He dropped the sentence viciously, and walked up the hill.Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other suspiciously, but followed.

It wasn't until the three Slytherins disappeared through the castle gate that the stunned Ron came back to his senses. "That's great, Harry," he said heartily, gratefully, "for the first time since the game they saw me not singing that song."

Harry knew what that song was. "Weasley is Our King" is probably compiled by Malfoy, and the irony is [-]%. "Nothing," he said thoughtfully. "I don't think he knows anything."

"I guess it's because you guessed it right, the issue of the portrait of the Malfoy family has not been resolved." Hermione analyzed pertinently.She looked at Harry admiringly. "Just now I thought you were going to beat him up again."

Harry forced a smile.Except for the accident on the court, he has been working hard not to give Umbridge another chance to put him in confinement.Also, it has to be said that Crown's words inspired him to hit Malfoy's weakness in one fell swoop - although not in the way that Crown implied.

He had to talk to Dione, and Harry made up his mind, to talk.

I don't know if it was to make Ron feel more proud. When the three returned to the common room, they found Fred and George talking to Ginny.They avoided the others carefully, but when they saw Harry, Fred pulled him towards him. "We were talking just now that Ginny might want to thank us." He said proudly.

"Thanks for what?" Harry asked, not getting on topic.

"Thank you for getting rid of a gorilla for her—she's just been chosen as Seeker's substitute." George echoed, "Although Montague is not a Seeker and doesn't face Ginny directly, but..."

He was cut off when Hermione let out an exclamation. "What's the matter with Montague?" she asked nervously in a low voice.

"Don't worry, no one's going to tell," said Fred, still happy. "We've got him gone."

Hermione looked even more nervous. "What is 'disappearing'?"

"It means literally." George said, "It deserves it, he asked for it."

"When we saw him in the hallway on the second floor, he was bullying the younger ones because of his size, Hufflepuff," said Fred.

"So we go left and right—" George put in.

"Unconsciously—" went on Fred, almost singing.

"Rush over there and shove him into the disappearing cabinet—" George grimaced.

"Heads down." Fred added the most important part with a smile, and it was obvious that this made him get angry.

Hermione, however, had already started rubbing her fingers unconsciously, a sign that she was about to panic. "Where did he go?" she worried and worried. "Oh, you're going to get into big trouble!"

"Come on," the twins said in unison, "who cares?"

Ron and Ginny had been listening and laughing, but now they were also tense.Montague's whereabouts aside, what if Fred and George were locked up, or worse?

Only Harry knows why the twins seem to have nothing to worry about - he's funded their joke shop with the winnings from the Triwizard Tournament.

Two days later in the evening, Montague was finally found - the unstable Vanishing Cabinet had stuck the Slytherin captain in the fifth-floor toilet.

Harry had just stepped into the Potions professor's office when Malfoy brought the news.Snape immediately decided to reschedule the Occlumency session (for Malfoy, of course, Potions session), and left.

Harry should have followed.In other words, he hoped that he would do as he said, instead of being attracted by the swaying light spots of the Pensieve, accidentally looking at Snape's memory inside, and then being discovered by a furious Snape.

"Don't tell anyone!" The potions professor roared and threw Harry out of the cellar, and then slammed the door. "I never want to see you here again!"

Harry had never seen Snape so angry.For years, he had firmly believed that Snape had worked tirelessly to discredit his father, James.But what he had just seen told him that James was indeed an arrogant man, exactly as Snape had described him.

Even if Snape hadn't told Harry not to speak out, Harry wouldn't have done it - what James had done was not honorable in any way.Shocked and saddened, he left in a daze.

Because of the Room of Requirement (and perhaps Voldemort's stillness), Harry managed to hide from Ron and Hermione that he was no longer tutoring with Snape.In addition, Mrs. Weasley wrote to Ron, hoping that Harry would go to the Burrow to play during the holidays, but Harry declined.

Christmas is getting closer and closer.The last defense team practice before the holiday, Qiu dawdled to the end, seeming to want to talk to Harry.But Harry had already made up his mind that he would never have a relationship with anyone that made his heart beat faster before the two-way link between him and Voldemort was resolved, and left with a sentence of "Merry Christmas".

This was very unfair to Cho, and Harry felt extremely guilty.But this is also very unfair to me, he thought angrily, I obviously like her, but I can't accept her overtures...

In any case, the students are off on time.Overnight, the tower and auditorium became empty, and the huge school was quiet.

In Gryffindor College, only Harry stayed in school.When he woke up early in the morning, he found that it was snowing heavily outside again, making the room brightly reflected.Looking out, the whole castle is exactly like a fairy tale.

Thinking of what to do, Harry changed his clothes and went downstairs.To be cautious, he still brought the Marauder's Map.But everyone seemed to be enjoying the festive laziness, and he didn't see a single ghost along the way.

The high windows of the Room of Requirement also shone brightly with snow.Harry groped to the front of the cabinet familiarly, seeing that the diadem was still securely on the top, he was suddenly relieved. "Hey?" He tried to say, "Are you awake?"

"...What?" Guan Guan seemed to have been awakened, with annoyance in his voice, "Oh, it's you. Since when did you have the problem of disturbing people's dreams early in the morning?"

Harry was a little embarrassed.He scratched his head, then noticed that Dione didn't mention anything about the fact that he hadn't been here in days.As usual, it asked before he could speak. "You don't seem to be curious at all?" He threw away the opening line he had thought up before, "About me not showing up for two months?"

Crown gave a big yawn. "Haven't we discussed this issue a long time ago?" It said lazily, "The feet grow on you, and it's up to you to think about walking." It paused, bored, "If you just want to talk about this , I can go now...so I can get back to sleep."

Harry couldn't imagine why a magic item needed to go back to sleep. "Wait!" He said dissatisfiedly, "I have business to do!"

"What business can you do?" Guan Guan asked back, "And I thought we had already made our point clear—won't two months be enough to explain your attitude?"

Harry was a little embarrassed to be robbed. "It's my fault for leaving without saying goodbye," he admitted reluctantly, "but how can you make it clear? I just made it clear today!"

The crown was indifferent. "Hurry up then," it said, still uninspired, "though I think you must say something to waste my time."

This dismissive response, it had to be said, enraged Harry. "You..." He began to grit his teeth, trying to suppress the urge at the same time - he had already messed up the ball game and tutoring, and he couldn't mess up this again. "It happened last time, after the game..." He told the whole story of how he choked Malfoy back, and finally concluded: "I finally got him to shut up this time."

"Congratulations." Guan Dian seemed to be smirking, "But what does this have to do with me?"

Harry almost got set on fire again.He had to be sure that Diorama was very gifted at making him angry. "So this is enough," he quietly persuaded himself to be patient, "It doesn't need to do anything to people, or to prevent future troubles, in order to solve the problem."

The crown doesn't affirm or deny, it's just incredible. "This is your so-called business?" It pondered for a while, "If it is not impossible, I doubt that you are trying to persuade me to change my ways."

"Not really," Harry affirmed. "It's too serious to reform. I just think your tendencies are dangerous."

"'Just'..." Crown repeated, with a strange tone, "Are you serious?"

Harry frowned; he couldn't see anything inserious about him. "why not?"

"Wait, wait," the crown stopped, his voice seemed to be uncontrollably tinged with laughter, "let's check one thing first - do you know what I am? Or, do you know what I am?" Guess, about who I'm related to?"

Harry's brow furrowed even tighter.He did suspect that the diadem had something to do with Voldemort; but he was unwilling to jump to the worst conclusions without any real evidence, just from a bit of a venomous tongue. "What are you implying?" He asked cautiously, a bad premonition swelled and fermented in his heart.

"Oh, come on, it's all up to now, can't you be honest and face your inner doubts?" Guan Guan's tone seemed to be rolling his eyes helplessly, "I want... You are finally back, great."

Harry also wanted to ask how you knew what I suspected, so his attention was drawn to the second half of the sentence. "Who's back?" He was puzzled.

"Me." Someone answered with a chuckle from behind him.

Harry turned his head so fast that he suspected his neck was about to break.There was a young man in the old picture frame on the wall that was originally only black cloth. He had black hair and black eyes, and his cheeks were a little thin, but it didn't detract from his handsomeness at all, and even suited him better.

"Tom...Tom Riddle?"

Harry unconsciously took two steps back before realizing that the feeling of voyeurism was not an illusion.Staring at the face that was a little more mature than that in the secret room, his eyes were wide open, his mind was blank, and he was so shocked that he could hardly speak.

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