[HP] Similar but different

Having learned the lesson of being almost frozen last time, Harry wrapped himself up tightly this time.Before he landed, he realized that his preparations were necessary, and he couldn't help but feel rejoiced and disappointed.Lost because, apparently, Voldemort hadn't intended to choose a meeting place other than a featureless swamp; and he didn't think it was accidental.

"We meet again, Harry." Voldemort's soft voice passed through the thicker mist due to the dark night, "I have to say, it was faster than I expected."

Harry tried to lift the wind lamp higher in his hand.In its faint light, the black robe wizard appeared soundlessly like a ghost, wearing a hooded traveling cloak more than usual. "Isn't that exactly what you want?" he replied, not to say that there was no hardness.

"Oh, dear Harry," Voldemort almost laughed, "you must have guessed what the Dark Lord really wants." The distance between the two slowly narrowed, and his eyes fell on Harry's thick On the clothes, slightly pouted. "Wise choice, huh?"

Harry didn't want to follow that sentence.Because Voldemort's black robe and cloak were fluttering, it seemed that it had nothing to do with keeping warm. "You want your soul that landed on me, don't you?"

Voldemort frowned with interest. "Obviously," he said, without the slightest sense of nervousness about the secret being known, "fortunately you're not too stupid."

Harry stared at the pale face, his lips moved and closed again.He thought again of his suspicions about what Voldemort had done to cast his soul, but now was not the time to satisfy that curiosity. "How to do?"

"So you have decided to cooperate?" Voldemort was more interested.His red eyes were fixed on Harry intently, as if he had met Harry for the first time, "I thought..."

"It's nothing to think about." Harry interrupted Voldemort almost rudely. "You're right, none of us want this connection. Whatever happens next, just - get this done!"

Voldemort shut his mouth and looked Harry over again, his expression elusive.Just when Harry suspected that he had provoked him, the black-robed wizard suddenly reached out - the tip of an unfamiliar wand protruding from his sleeve - he subconsciously put on a defensive posture, but Voldemort did not shoot a Cruciatus or Ah Wada Kowalow, only a large piece of silver light poured out of thin air——

The light is bright, but not dazzling.Like sentient beings, they fell to Voldemort's feet, spread out, turned upward when they touched some invisible boundary, and turned back in the middle until they closed completely.

Having never seen such a strange sight before, Harry unconsciously widened his eyes.They were now in a semi-transparent cylindrical silver room, so large that it was almost empty.He tried to step on it, and found that although the light looked like flowing mercury, it felt hard to the touch.Wind lamps and thick coats are useless together, because the house exudes a soft glow, and also isolates the water mist and cold.

This……

Harry didn't know what to say, so he looked up at Voldemort again.The dark wizard was looking sideways at him as he took off his cloak, and with a touch of his wand, the cloak disappeared.The clear vision allowed him to be sure that in June he had read correctly, that the Dark Lord's skin really had a pearly gleam; at the same time, he could see clearly the new wand. "What's that?" He couldn't help asking out loud.

Voldemort glanced at Harry without emotion. "As you can see," he tucked his wand back into his sleeve and turned around, "you don't expect me to use that wand after what happened, do you?"

Harry frowned.The twin wands saved him, but it was a real failure for Voldemort. "Why do you and I use wands with the same core?" He asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time. "Also, why does the wood grain of your new wand look like a snake?" He had never seen such a strange wood!

"The wand chooses the master. You must have heard it from Ollivander. Besides, I have to remind you that if I had known that we used twin wands, you would not have escaped so easily half a year ago." Voldemort replied harshly, "As for the new wand—" he drawled, "sorry, no comment."

Harry hated the looming hostility in the other's voice, but he also knew it was something he had to live with. "Thank you so much for not knowing then." He pretended to be talking to himself, but his voice was actually very loud.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "I see you've grown bolder, Harry," he said softly, taking a step closer to Harry, "because you think I won't kill you now?"

Harry couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Isn't it?" he said sarcastically, "If I'm not worth a little bit of use, why do you need to restrain yourself and take such painstaking efforts?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed even more. "Use value...you really impress me, that's the word." He changed his subject abruptly, "Knowing this, you still took the initiative to come to see me—can I infer from this that you plan to use my soul to serve you? Beat me to collect information? In this way, you can maximize your use value?"

Harry wanted to deny it, but realized right away that it was futile.His brain's defenses against Voldemort were as weak as they were..."Half the reason," he gasps a little, because he can only tell the truth—if only Occlumency was as easy to learn as the Patronus Charm (maybe he needs Lu Ping taught him), "The other half is, this matter is only about you and me, so I have to solve it myself."

Hearing this sentence from Harry's mouth, Voldemort opened his eyes slightly, as if he felt amused.But instead of showing it, he said, in a tone of false admiration, "Great, so let's get started right away—undressing."

"...what?" The change of words was so fast and unbelievable that Harry couldn't keep up.He was very suspicious that he was hallucinating. "I thought I heard you say..."

"Take off your clothes." Voldemort repeated softly, and he could see that he was very satisfied with Harry's stunned reaction. "I have to check the condition of the soul piece in your body."

Harry's eyes widened, completely unacceptable. "Why take off your clothes?" He strongly objected, "Isn't the soul in the head?"

"What are you thinking?" Voldemort flashed his trademark smirk. "The soul is nothingness, the spirit of the body; it exists in the body, but it is not a fixed object. It is like, if a wizard does not want to death, and beheading him won't kill him. Your logical thinking, with all due respect, is still at the ignorant and pathetic Muggle level."

"Uh..." Harry choked on the sharp sarcasm, but he didn't give up. "Can't there be another way? Isn't your magic... powerful?" At the end, his tone was extremely dry.

Voldemort was almost enjoying Harry's terror. "Soul magic is very advanced. In fact, it can be said to be the most profound of all magic research. Because it is so important that few people dare to try it or get involved in it."

These words fully confirmed Harry's suspicions about what Voldemort had done to himself.Though bewildered, he still had an ominous premonition of what he would hear next.

"I have no intention of explaining the reasons for this situation, because it was a very long and complicated process." Voldemort continued, his voice still very soft, "You just need to know that the connection between you and me has reached an unprecedented level. It has even surpassed all related records."

Hearing this conclusion, Harry's lips went dry. "Unprecedented depth?" He heard himself repeating, his voice was embarrassingly harsh.

"Deep as never before," Voldemort affirmed, his red eyes fixed on Harry again. "To put it bluntly, it's intimacy, Harry."

Harry froze completely.An unprecedented intimacy between him and Voldemort?He thinks he should be nauseous, but his brain is too shocked to react. "so……?"

"Take off your clothes," said Voldemort for the third time, with a hint of amusement in his soft voice. "Or do you need me to undress you?" He gave Harry a critical look. "If you were a lady, maybe I wouldn't." Too much mind."

This obviously inappropriate analogy made Harry realize something. "You mean... take off your coat?" he tried, ignoring the question of whether Voldemort was a gentleman.

"And the robes," Voldemort added.After seeing Harry's immediately relieved expression, his lips curled up sideways: "Where did you just think?"

Without this sentence, Harry would probably think he was thinking too much; but with this sentence, he knew that Voldemort must have done it on purpose. "It's fun to scare me, isn't it?" he said exasperatedly, putting down the lantern and ripping off his heavy coat. "How much of what you just said is true?"

Voldemort watched amusedly as Harry threw his coat viciously to the ground, and began to undo his robes again. "It's all true," he reassured softly, "but I must admit that it pleases me to indulge your imagination once in a while."

Harry was so angry that he couldn't help throwing back a big white eye.It's definitely revenge, he thought through gritted teeth, revenge for what he'd just said "thank you didn't know then"... oh, he hated Slytherins who were narrow-minded to the extreme!

Yet that might not be the worst.

Half a minute later, Harry rolled up his cuffs as requested, and stood stiffly where he was.Voldemort's cold, smooth fingers were moving slowly and carefully across his forehead, as if sensing something.He didn't know if his guess was right, after all he really didn't know anything about soul magic, and the scar didn't move; breathed out.

Voldemort, of course, noticed this. "Relax," he whispered, fingers still, "you're resisting me. It's keeping me from working."

Harry tried to roll his eyes again. "Isn't it natural?" he said harshly, "the dreaded Dark Lord is right in front of me!"

Voldemort showed an expression somewhere between contentment and inscrutability.He withdrew his hand and moved behind Harry.But as soon as his fingers touched the fabric of Harry's shoulder, he felt the body below him move uncontrollably, like a fish trying to escape from control. "So what reason do you have now?" He began to get a little impatient, "Or just admit that you are afraid of my touch?"

Harry wanted to be sarcastic again, but Voldemort's words blocked his escape. "...Your hands are too cold!" He just made a reason in his head.

There was a brief pause, and Harry suspected that Voldemort had rolled his eyes skyward too.Because the Dark Lord sighed, "You look like a little girl, Harry," he seemed very helpless, "the kind that has never been in love."

The metaphor... Harry was instantly irritated.But before he could think of a strong rebuttal, Voldemort put his shoulders on his shoulders and added: "Oh, it's much better now. It seems that you really don't need to be too pleasant."

Harry had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get up and down in a panic.He couldn't take it anymore and turned around abruptly. "Told you that I..." followed by "Can't stand you" didn't come out, because Voldemort was bending over, and before he could stop himself, he slammed into the Dark Lord's head.

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Player [Harry]: HP 100

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