[HP] Similar but different

After coming out of the bathroom, Harry realized that the sky had revealed a very light fish-belly white.Not wanting to let the nightmare take advantage of it, he leaned against the head of the bed, staring blankly at the crimson velvet ceiling, and his thoughts drifted away.

Voldemort must have used Occlumency yesterday... At such a close distance, in such an acute situation, he didn't even have the slightest sense of emotion... Should we praise the Dark Lord for hiding his intentions so well?

In addition, whether he had Voldemort's soul or something else, it undoubtedly succeeded in delaying Voldemort's vow to kill him.The resulting two-way connection was really annoying at times, but at the same time, it was also his safest bargaining chip in the fight against the Dark Lord.

Finally, according to the portrait, Voldemort had already obtained the weapon located in the Department of Mysteries.Although he still doesn't know what it is, but...

Thanks to Hermione's reading, Harry recalled, on the first weekend in September, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Sturgis Podmore, was accused of trying to break through a Ministry of Magic Class [-] security door at one o'clock in the morning.When the Aurors arrived, Sturgis threw the cloak aside and attacked the locked room in a frenzy himself.After subduing him, the Aurors found him confused and sent him to St. Mungo's.In fact, he is still lying in the intensive care unit now.

Harry's heart was pounding.Maybe these two things are connected?Voldemort wanted to steal the weapon, but found that Sturgis was guarding the door, so he messed with Sturgis' head, making the other party take the blame for himself?

That still doesn't make sense, Harry thought again, if Voldemort had acquired the weapon three or four months ago, why did he leave England, and why didn't he make a new move until the end of December?The Dark Lord doesn't seem like a patient man, as he himself has claimed many times...

Before Harry could figure it out, the sound of fluttering wings outside was getting closer and closer.Soon a flock of owls flew in through the half-opened windows, each carrying a ribbon-tied parcel.

gift for him...

Harry just remembered that today is Christmas.He got out of bed and waited for the owls to put down their packages and fly away before walking to the edge of the hill of presents at the end of the bed.Having just had a conversation with the Dark Lord that was anything but pleasant, he wondered what else he might do.But after flipping through it roughly, he didn't see anything suspicious.

...so Voldemort was pretty sure he'd go to that damned deal, huh?

Harry was very annoyed.It was his negligence to be caught in his weakness; but if Voldemort thought that he could win by doing so, he was very wrong.No matter what he was asked to do, he would not let the Dark Lord succeed!

The thought, along with the gift, made Harry feel better.He put away the books, sweaters and snacks he received, and read several letters sent at the same time (Ron and Hermione's vacation seemed to start well), after all, he couldn't resist Somonas, the sleepy god. Called, and climbed back on the bed.

When Harry opened his eyes again, Dobby shook him awake.

"Dobby has been ordered to invite Harry Potter to the Christmas dinner!" shrieked the elf with eyes as big as tennis balls. "Harry Potter has missed lunch and can't miss dinner!"

Harry sat up, fumbled from the bedside table to put on his glasses, and only then could he see the setting sun in the bedroom clearly.He couldn't remember whether he was dreaming, and his tone became lighter: "Order?" He put on his slippers, "Who told you to come, Dobby?"

He looked more than a little better than yesterday, and the house-elf was very happy. "It's Professor Dumbledore, sir!"

There was an instant pause in Harry's movement to get up. "The headmaster is back?" He asked subconsciously, and then realized that he should not have known, and hurriedly added: "I heard that he is not at Hogwarts recently... I don't seem to see him either."

The house-elf didn't notice the twists and turns in it. "Professor Dumbledore hasn't come back yet," he looked at Harry enthusiastically, "but before he leaves, let Dobby take good care of Harry Potter!"

"Take care of me?" Harry repeated, unable to express his feelings.Dumbledore probably protected him like a child, but he felt that he was no longer a child...

"Yeah," Dobby nodded his head—tears came out without warning, "Harry Potter has something to worry about, but Dobby can't help. If only Professor Dumbledore knew more I'm sure Harry Potter will be disappointed if he doesn't have a good meal..."

While talking, he wanted to bump into something again, but fortunately, Harry hugged him quickly. "Okay, I'll go downstairs right away." He said reassuringly.

The house-elf struggled in vain for a while, then grew quiet. "...What about the things that plagued Harry Potter? Has it been resolved?"

Harry froze for a moment.Anyone who looked at it would think that he had no chance of winning against Voldemort, and he could only bite the bullet and lie. "……right."

A lie of this level probably couldn't escape Hermione's eyes, but Dobby believed it. "That would be great!" He clapped his hands, laughing through his tears, "Harry Potter, go to the auditorium, it's all ready!"

Dobby was right.On the way to the Great Hall, Harry had already noticed that it was full of Christmas decorations.The auditorium is even more beautifully decorated, and the most picky wizards will not have any objections.The remaining professors and students had arrived, and Harry was pleased to see that his seat had been left next to Hagrid.

The food was so plentiful and delicious that Harry's belly was full.Even so, he had to note that, apart from Dumbledore, Snape was not present.He wasn't sure if Snape had something to do or didn't want to see him...he guiltily hoped it was the former.Plus, Hagrid had fresh wounds on his face, which he suspected might also be on the half-giant's fur-covered body.

"...What happened to you?" After the two of them left the table at the same time, Harry asked in a low voice, "Are you still alive with those injuries?"

Hagrid, who was laughing just now, suddenly became flickering. "It's nothing." He scratched his head with his stubby fingers, "I'm preparing lessons for you."

"There are no classes during the holidays," Harry pointed out the fact immediately, "and, whatever that creature is, he can hurt you, let alone us." He paused, feeling that he was about to take Hermione's lead. character, "Have you forgotten Umbridge?"

The name of the Ministry official took the last trace of a smile off Hagrid's face. "Of course I remember her," he muttered, irritated and frightened, "I do have to be careful not to let her find anything...but I have to..."

Harry couldn't hear the words behind, and asked, "What do you have to do?"

"It's nothing," said Hagrid immediately, deliberately not looking at Harry. "We should part." He waved his hand wildly. "Merry Christmas, Harry!"

The half-giant walked through the snow-covered courtyard towards the castle gate in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.Harry stood under the corridor, watching the large crooked footprints in the snow until they ceased to increase.

He didn't like to press other people's secrets, but he didn't want to see Hagrid get fired by Umbridge even more.

Maybe Hagrid also had some unspeakable difficulties, Harry couldn't help thinking, just like him.

Having slept through the day, Harry was refreshed at night.He wrote back letters to Ron and Hermione first, and then turned to the first volume of "Practical Defensive Magic and its Restraint against the Dark Arts" that Sirius and Lupine had given him.

During this period, Harry couldn't help but wrote another letter to Lupine, asking him about Sirius' recent situation in a roundabout way.After putting down his pen, he flipped through a few more pages of the book, and then realized more and more clearly that he was not paying attention at all.

He couldn't help thinking that if he had said yes to Mrs. Weasley's invitation, he might be happily playing Crackle and Blast with Ron or the twins at The Burrow by now.And if it was at 12 Grimmauld Place, it would certainly be better to be with Sirius than to be alone.Oh, I wish the rest of the Order would keep Sirius company so Sirius wasn't too mad at him, because he had to keep them safe...

Harry was upset again.Christmas is meant to be spent with loved ones; and thanks to some murderous Dark Lord, he now not only has no family, he doesn't even have friends as a second choice.

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Room of Requirement, trying to fix their connectivity issues...

Harry thought of this again.He didn't know what Voldemort was going to do with it, but he figured he'd have to be taken to the Dark Lord's place by the Portkey every time.No matter how useful the Room of Requirement was, it was also at Hogwarts, and Voldemort would not have liked doing what he considered important under Dumbledore's nose.

That might not be entirely a bad thing, Harry couldn't help thinking.After all, Voldemort had figured him out, and the situation couldn't have been worse.And if he could meet Voldemort every time, and maybe even see the other's residence, maybe he could get more information.He might not know what those messages really meant, but just tell Dumbledore...

Harry was stuck.Although the headmaster hasn't spoken a word to him or even made a look in the past six months, it can be seen from the Occlumency Technique that if the headmaster knows what he is doing and hears what he wants to do, he will definitely not agree .

Dumbledore thought Harry was just a kid, and Harry was a kid... Harry had that little guy who was always against him popping up in his head again.

Harry is indeed underage, another villain said without hesitation, but this matter only concerns Harry and Voldemort, why doesn't Harry have the right to deal with his own affairs?

But Harry couldn't beat Voldemort, the first villain said again immediately.

This is in the middle of the second villain's arms.The worst is death, not to mention that Voldemort doesn't intend to kill Harry for the time being; if Harry doesn't anger the Dark Lord too much, maybe there won't even be a flesh wound?

Harry stood up abruptly.He's not as optimistic as that last sentence makes it out to be, but in a way, he does think he's safe.So why didn't he act now?

10 minute later.

In Riddle's mansion, the candles were burning quietly, together with the firelight, illuminating the black-robed wizard sitting on the armchair.It was late at night, and he felt a little tired, so he put down the written reports that the Death Eaters had just submitted, and fell asleep.

Anyone who saw the Dark Lord dozing would probably know that it was not a good time to disturb him.However, there was someone who was so ignorant—the little silver green-eyed snake entangled on the edge of the table suddenly stood up half of its body and hissed, breaking the silence in the room.If you observe carefully, you will find that the end of its lower body is not a tail, but another head.

Voldemort opened his eyes annoyed.After listening to the message conveyed by the silver snake, his brows twitched, and the original annoyance turned into interest.The savior boy wanted to see him so soon?

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V: Not even allowed to take a nap, what about the humanity of the savior!

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