[HP] Similar but different

With this reminder, Harry realized that he was trying to warn the most dangerous dark wizard alive, and he was almost killing himself.The feeling of suffocation that had been strangled by the throat came to mind, he unconsciously let go of his hand, and took half a step back.Then he realized right away that Voldemort had been too intimidated to show weakness just because of a single word. "Of course I do," he said stiffly.

The muscles under Voldemort's brow moved. "That's wonderful," he said, his voice low as a whisper. "I'd venture to guess that you've figured out what you want to know, too?"

"You're wasting time on purpose," Harry's tone was stiff with anger, "don't you have everything in your hands? How much I know is up to you, didn't you say it yourself?"

To Harry's surprise, Voldemort was not offended.On the contrary, the Dark Lord curled up the corners of his mouth, seemingly pleased. "It seems that you really took what I said seriously, which is gratifying." He nodded slightly, which seemed to be a bit of a compliment, "Anyway, the Dark Lord thanks you for bringing what he needs."

"So it's time for free questions again, huh?" Harry asked sarcastically.A lot of questions made him explode, but he just didn't want to follow the other party's wishes.

Voldemort was still not angry, and even smiled slightly. "I found out that you like to defy authority, Harry." Without waiting for Harry to retort, he continued, "But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it, after all, it will make our subsequent boring get along more pleasure."

"...What do you mean?" Harry, who was organizing his words to refute the "authority", was suddenly frightened, "What is..." He swallowed, and said the second half of the sentence with difficulty, " 'What's next for us'? What are you implying?"

"Come on, boy, I just complimented you." Voldemort smirked back.

Harry stared into those scarlet eyes with as much determination as he could—he wasn't the tallest man his age, but he was definitely not short; yet Voldemort was at least a head taller than he was for being tall and thin.It took a lot of effort to keep his head up at this close distance, but he didn't want to flinch.

What did Voldemort say last time?By the way, it seems that there is indeed such a sentence——

"But until the problem is really solved, you and I must restrain ourselves"?

"So what's the problem?" he asked, finding his voice inevitably dry. "In my head?"

"A simple and crude description," Voldemort curled his lips, "but it's accurate." He glanced down at Harry condescendingly, as if Harry was an unqualified item, "Which aspect do you want to know?"

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously.He didn't think Voldemort left him room to bargain, so... "All of them," he said emphatically.

Voldemort's eyes widened slightly, as if shocked by Harry's appetite. "All?" he asked back, then laughed again, "Oh, that's a good answer." He stared at Harry, scarlet eyes so sharp that they seemed to penetrate the skull and the back of his mind, "Link, crown , diary, locket...well, really all of them. Plus, I have to admit, I'm shocked at how stupid you are—half a school year has passed and your Occlumency has not improved at all," he concluded , there is no lack of sarcasm in it.

Harry jerked his head away when he heard the diadem, terribly remorseful.He actually forgot that the Dark Lord always used Legilimency to him silently... "Can't you be more aboveboard?" He roared angrily, most of which was a reproach to himself for being lax.

"Fair and fair?" Voldemort actually laughed. "You're asking too much of the Dark Lord, boy. And," he added tactfully, "why waste more effort if there's an easier way? "

Harry totally disagreed with Voldemort's idea that his own interests were invisibly placed above those of others, and easily foresaw the pointlessness of arguing with the Dark Lord. "So you mean, you want me to come here just to facilitate your insanity?" He turned his head again, carefully staring at the sharp lips, no longer trying to look up.

"Of course not." Because of the proximity, Voldemort immediately noticed Harry's compromise method, and the curve of his mouth became wider. "I believe that even you will feel that the next thing is important enough to need an interview."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked immediately.As much as he tried to hide his curiosity, he suspected he wasn't quite up to it, especially when confronted by a dark lord who was good at spying on people's hearts.In any case, there is nothing wrong with figuring out the enemy's intentions first...

Voldemort sneered to himself, and threw out the gun he had prepared long ago. "Have you ever considered the similarity between a diadem and a diadem?"

Harry did think about it.Speaking of it, neither the diary nor the crown really did anything to him; it's just that the diary revealed that he was Tom Riddle from the beginning, but the crown always gave specious and misleading answers to his inquiries.

He now understands why.If the diary was awakened and found that the owner was talking to him, and his attitude was towards the enemy, I am afraid that he would not foolishly report his family; let alone a portrait that secretly observed and passed on news for Voldemort.

"They really are the same..." Harry murmured, feeling like he was late.Given how much Voldemort cared about diaries and lockets, it made sense for the Dark Lord to force him to take the diadem from Hogwarts.

"That's right." Voldemort further confirmed.

While Harry would love to hear he was right - let alone from whom - Voldemort's confession made him suspicious.Too soon... He vaguely felt that the Dark Lord would not be so happy.Slytherins never did that, let alone the Dark Lord was one of the best.He laughed at him last time... Maybe the Dark Lord is hiding the most important part...

"The crown," Voldemort continued, as if he hadn't noticed Harry's suspicion, "you wake him up, and he can't stay at school anymore."

"...Are you worried that I will tell Dumbledore? Or that Dumbledore found something unusual?" Harry asked sensitively.

Voldemort smirked back again. "No," he denied, "because before that, you'll bring it to me."

While this was true, Harry believed that Voldemort was genuinely afraid of Dumbledore ruining the diadem, just as he had ruined the diary.In any case, the diadem has returned to Voldemort, and that can be discussed later... "What about the link?"

"Oh, I believe that Dumbledore did know." Voldemort's voice became softer, "but I also believe that he would not want to tell you."

Harry's eyes widened. "How do you know he won't?" Although it's true that the headmaster didn't see him after June, why did Voldemort know the reason and he didn't?

Voldemort could have taken the opportunity to taunt, but he didn't intend to linger on the topic of Dumbledore for too long. "As for the link," he said softly and clearly, "it's an easy thing to say—a part of me falls on you."

Although he had conjectured something similar, Harry was still stunned when he actually heard it. "...what do you mean?" he heard himself ask, his voice weak with anticipation of the answer. "What did you drop?"

"Part of me landed on you," repeated Voldemort, hissing in his voice, "so you have those Slytherin traits, like Parseltongue."

"That part—whatever it is, is connected to you, so I can dream of where you want to go..." Harry murmured, finally fully understanding. "You went to Little Whinging during the summer just to check this," he said, not realizing how fast he was speaking, "and then you found out you left something behind? After ten years? Finally?"

Voldemort seemed irritated by the series of adverbials of time. "I know you've been told that the link exists because of the Killing Curse," he hissed. "Or you wouldn't be starting your unproductive Killing Curse research, would you?"

The fruitless study of the Killing Curse...Harry was poked into the deepest pain in his heart, and glared at Voldemort again-even if he was being Legilimency, he couldn't care less. "How dare you?" His anger exploded suddenly, and he didn't realize that he was subconsciously brought out of the snake language, "How dare you mention this in front of me?"

Don't say the slightest regret or touch, in fact, Voldemort was completely indifferent. "I think I must reiterate the premise," he repeated grimly, "that you and I must restrain ourselves until the matter is truly resolved."

Harry glared into those icy red eyes, gasping for air, barely able to keep his cool. "...Damn it," he cursed viciously, "I can't do it! Why do you think I can put up with this? You killed my parents and now you want me to..." He couldn't finish it.

To this accusation, Voldemort still maintained his frighteningly indifferent expression. "Why should I?" His rhetorical question was light and low, surprisingly soft, but the content was completely opposite to the tone, "You can't bear anything worse."

As soon as these words came out, Harry's face lost all color, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.He was on the verge of pulling out his wand and attacking, but all that remained of his senses told him that it wouldn't do him any good if he did.Voldemort was not a minor character like Malfoy; the Dark wizard who was not a step away from him was much stronger than him, no doubt about it.

"So what do you mean?" After taking a deep breath for a long time, Harry finally regained his ability to think, and his voice was still fierce, "No matter what you left behind, you have to take it back?"

"Obviously," said Voldemort simply. "Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Room of Requirement, try to fix it—I know you have time."

...The same frequency as the original Occlumency tutoring?Snape drove him out of the cellar and was seen by Voldemort?

Harry was so irritable that he wanted to take two steps, but the increasingly muddy touch under his feet stopped him, so he became even more irritable. "Then what?"

"Then?" Voldemort seemed to find the question amused, "Does this still need to be asked?"

Harry glared at Voldemort again angrily. "You take it back and then kill me?" he asked, sarcastically. "If you value it so much, why don't I keep it to save my life?"

"Oh, you won't, Harry," said Voldemort firmly. "Think about why you're here...don't make me say something like that for the third time. The Dark Lord has limited patience."

Harry choked hard.He originally wanted to fight it out, saying that he could still choose to die together, but this hateful man completely understood his psychology.As Crown said, leave no room for the enemy... No, Crown and Voldemort are one person!

Voldemort seemed content with the silence. "By the mercy of the Dark Lord, this matter takes precedence over all others. Clear?"

Harry jerked his head aside.He didn't want to admit that Voldemort's dark plot had worked: if he could hold back the Dark Lord's destruction, even for a little while, even at his own expense, he would not hesitate to do so.

"You'd better look at me, Harry," said Voldemort, in a tone that was calm but unmistakably menacing, "and tell me your answer."

Finding himself again with no choice, Harry was in a terrible mood. "...Understood." He stared at Voldemort, gritting his teeth.

"Good eyes." Voldemort pretended to praise, bending slightly.

With this movement, the distance between the two is almost invisible.Harry didn't know what the Dark Lord was going to do, he still stood there stubbornly.The next moment he realized that there was a cold hand gently covering his fist that had been holding the locket, as if sending a signal of a poisonous snake's attack, and he trembled involuntarily——

"Mentos."

With the spell ringing in his ears, Harry was once again drawn into the vortex of blurred scenery and harsh wind.

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