[HP] Similar but different

The ancient swamp has regained its oppressive tranquility.Voldemort stood where he was, staring into the distance seemingly without focus.He didn't apparate away until the corners of his robe were soaked by the damp water vapor pervading everywhere.

When he appeared from the air again, a familiar voice greeted him immediately. "You pissed off that boy," the portrait tutted. "I've never seen him like that."

Voldemort didn't bother to ask what it looked like. "He's still too young, and he's been protected too well," he said coldly, and put the crown on the small table, "It's not normal to be able to resist me."

The portrait clicked again. "It's really too small," he showed a critical expression, "it's not even qualified to join the Death Eaters. As for protecting it too well..."

"There is no doubt that Dumbledore does not want to involve the boy. He has always known the prophecy, and has already guessed the boy's true situation-otherwise there would be no Occlumency tutoring." Crown joined the conversation without haste , "He's so naive, but that's exactly what a guy like them would do."

Voldemort sat down in his usual armchair, and nodded slightly upon hearing this. "One more recap of what happened when I left," he demanded of the crown.

15 minutes later.

"...So you don't see any special energy in him that I don't understand?" Voldemort pointed his chin with two slender fingers, his eyes fixed on the intricate pattern of the wool woven carpet thoughtfully. Pattern, "Except for the Patronus Charm?"

"The Patronus Charm." The crown affirmed. "By universal standards, it's rare for a third grader to be able to issue a real Patronus that can repel dementors."

Voldemort murmured agreement. "Barely." Although he had never paid attention to the spell, he did know how it worked.It didn't surprise him, either, given that Harry had just agreed to do what he said - reasons that he would have sniffed at obviously worked out pretty well for the boy.

There was a little silence.There was a wind outside, piercing through the forest and caressing the leaves, and some melodious and soothing orchestral chords also came in through the cracks in the blown curtains--Christmas Eve, the church choir in Little Hangleton was playing music--but there was no sound. people pay attention to it.

"If that's the only difference," Voldemort resumed, with obvious disgust in his tone, "then I can already imagine the answer. The energy I don't understand is the cliché that Dumbledore has always preached - that love is more important than anything else." powerful."

Had it not been for the oracle of prophecy placed in the room, the diadem and portrait would have spared no effort in irony.But now, they are not going to comment on it.

"Maybe there are more differences," Guan Guan asked with concern, "We all know what happened last time; but last time, how did the boy escape?"

Recalling the failure half a year ago, Voldemort's face was not very good. "The Flashback Charm," he said stiffly, "is what led me to the wand problem."

About the twin wands, the portrait has already told the diadem.There may be places where it can be used, but it is definitely not now. "Is there anything else?" he continued.

Voldemort frowned. "Before, he successfully resisted my Imperius Curse." He said slowly, beginning to connect Harry's "I don't want" expression in the graveyard with the fact he just learned, "although it took a little effort , but definitely better than he did in his failed Occlumency class...much better, in fact; he's regressing." Would Dumbledore regret it if he found his careful planning backfired? ?

"Frequent Legilimency has weakened his brain's resistance," Guan Guan agreed, with thought in his voice, "although this does not change the fact that he survived again."

There was silence again in the room, save for the crackling of logs burning in the fireplace.

Voldemort failed to kill Harry the first time because of Lily's love for her son.He knew that old magic, but didn't pay much attention to it - sacrifice, like so many other things, was something the Dark Lord would consider foolish to do.Therefore, he insisted that it was an oversight on his part...albeit fatally so.

But what about the second time?He was still negligent.No Lily, but twin wands, and more will and courage than he could have imagined—even if it was just Gryffindor-style recklessness.

It might be hard to admit that Harry had redeeming qualities, but perhaps even harder to admit that he was actually scared at the time—linked wands, resurgent undead, and an unpredictable future.

So he had to get the full prophecy.All along, he believed that he was doing what was prophesied, destroying his destined enemy.However, when he knew all about it, he had to discover that it was he who had made for himself the enemy he was destined to.

Voldemort got up abruptly, walked to the fireplace, and held up the crystal ball that was almost non-existent.Following this movement, a vague woman's shadow floated up from the sphere, and she could vaguely see many long chains hanging on her chest, saying in a hoarse and loud voice——

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord came near...born to a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times...born at the end of the seventh month...the Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he had the Dark Lord Unknowable energies...one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

After saying this, the figure turned into white mist and dissipated.

"I have to find out what energy is in him that I don't understand." Voldemort said blankly, "Basically, that's all there is to it."

"Indeed." Guan Guan affirmed, "Our plan is currently in order, right?"

"It went very well." The portrait agreed, "The boy doesn't know the prophecy yet."

Voldemort gently lowered the Prophecy Ball back into its wooden base. "That's all right, Potter doesn't need to know. In fact, what I just told him is something he already guessed...and he should have guessed."

"It's not our fault," Diadem sneered jokingly, "after all, Dumbledore also thinks boys don't need to know."

Speaking of the Headmaster, Voldemort narrowed his eyes, the scarlet pupils narrowed into narrow vertical slits. "Dumbledore may have to thank me for helping him with the hardest part for him—telling the boy that he must face his fate, even if I chose it for him."

"How long do you think Dumbledore can continue to protect Potter?" Diadem asked again, with a little sneer, "It's impossible to keep this matter under wraps—unless the old bee suddenly got water in its head and decided to fight to save the savior." Give up on destroying the Dark Lord. I mean, he's weak about the truth, but he can't stay weak."

"Oh, it's really impossible." Voldemort nodded, "Anyway, no matter how long or short it is, we must hurry up - if Dumbledore decides to show his cards, Potter will not be so easy to control. Fortunately, I now have the same power as Dumbledore learn……"

His voice became lower and lower, and his eyes were fixed on the prophecy ball again.

The situation looked like a stalemate; but it had become increasingly clear to him that the thoughtful, soft-hearted boy might not be able to kill anyone at all.As for his horcruxes, although he lost one, the others were well taken care of.

That said, no one could kill him and the boy at the same time - not even Dumbledore.So, if he didn't issue the Killing Curse first, how would the prophecy that one must die at the other's hand and that only one of the two could live be fulfilled?Wouldn't their most likely outcome be...

With the total death?

Voldemort shuddered, and then resolutely rejected this conjecture.It is his creed in life to strike first, although it seems that he can only let it go for the time being. "Let's see how things will develop," he slightly curled his fingers, slowly stroking the outline of the crystal ball through a layer of air, "I can't wait."

**

For the rest of the day, Harry huddled in the dormitory, not wanting to go anywhere.He walked around furiously, cursing Voldemort from time to time, like a violent lion trapped in an invisible cage.He didn't go down for lunch, nor for dinner.Dobby helped him carry the food to the tower, though he had no appetite at all.

It wasn't until late at night that Harry barely fell asleep.To make matters worse, the dream was also filled with chilling visions of green lights and rivers of blood.After he was awakened, he found that he was covered in cold sweat and had just fallen asleep for less than an hour.

Harry was distraught.In order to get rid of the self-recognition that he was about to become the second weeping Mrs. Weasley, he decided to take another shower.The hot water took away the cold stickiness on his skin, and also effectively soothed his extremely tense nerves——

He stayed at school to solve problems that he hadn't had time to solve before, but now, he reluctantly discovered, things were getting worse.

Voldemort himself affirmed that the diary, locket, and diadem were the same thing.High-risk dark artefacts, for sure; but suspiciously, they seemed to be giving Harry a break.Of course Harry had never seen a real locket, but the diary and the diadem were proof enough.

Voldemort must have had several similar items, and they've been relocated; also, what's so different about him that he could have unknowingly turned the corner?

Harry didn't know why, and wasn't sure what Voldemort had done to him.However, he did have a bit of the worst guess - what else could be left behind by the person who bounced off the Killing Curse?Not the body, it's dead, the diadem itself said so clearly; what's left is... the soul?

It does make sense, and Harry is terrified by the possibility, that the soul can explain the connection of minds very well, Occlumency can block the connection, and the problem of Voldemort letting him go in the alley-

Even if they were enemies, the Dark Lord wouldn't want to hurt the host of his soul, would he?In fact, during their meeting this time, Voldemort didn't seem to intend to touch a hair of him other than an infuriating conversation.Even, the presence of his scar is so thin that it seems to have completely disappeared...

However, just like he has never heard of anyone who can die and come back to life, he has never heard of anyone who can leave a piece of his soul behind.Why did Voldemort leave such an important thing behind and didn't notice it for more than ten years?What had the Dark Lord done to himself?

If this conjecture is true... Harry couldn't help but wonder deeply whether it was worse that Voldemort knew everything about him, or that Voldemort might not be able to solve the problem of the soul that fell unconsciously.Then he shook his head, of course he must pay more attention to himself——

To be honest, Voldemort's reputation cannot be said to be very good, but it is basically commensurate with the name of the Dark Lord.Voldemort was also right when he said that he couldn't bear anything worse.

Since there is no way out, isn't his only option to face it calmly?

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