[HP] Similar but different

Moments later, the two sat face to face on the two chairs Voldemort had pulled out of the air, in an awkward atmosphere.Harry rubbed his head - his forehead was still aching and seemed to be swelling - trying, probably in vain, to hide the fact that he couldn't look Voldemort in the eye.

Accidental head bumps or something, that's normal, he's had more serious body bumps than that in Quidditch.But if the other party is Voldemort, it has nothing to do with being serious.It wasn't that he regretted it; he just thought it made him look stupid, that he was inferior to the Dark Lord.

"You're really..." Voldemort spoke first.He didn't know how to describe it for a while, because he had never encountered such a thing.He should have been offended by the audacity of the offense, but instead, he was amused by the twinkle-eyed, visibly guilty messiah. "You are still a child."

Honestly, Voldemort was just stating a fact, but Harry couldn't listen to any "children" right now. "Come on," he yelled irritably, "you don't care about this matter!"

Voldemort frowned with interest.He thinks the Savior is also Dumbledore, which is exactly what he needs. "It's harmless for the time being," he said softly, hiding his thoughts well, "assuming your subsequent behavior is normal."

Harry immediately forgot his embarrassment, and glared at Voldemort for the umpteenth time. "You said 'normal'?" he said angrily. "What's wrong with me? I..."

"I know what you want to say." Voldemort held up a hand - the loose cuff immediately slid down to his elbow, revealing the pale, thin, muscular but still strong arm inside - to stop Harry from saying, "Anger , are the emotions of weak souls." He said contemptuously, and continued at a leisurely pace, "Purpose, power, rightness, and most importantly, victory, are the reasons we sit here."

Harry couldn't understand Voldemort's logic at all. "That's all?" He couldn't believe it.He subconsciously wondered where conscience and compassion were put, but realized right away that there was no need for that - what's the point of saying that to a wizard who was already the Dark Lord?

Voldemort also seemed to think the question was worthless. "Restraint, Harry," he hissed, looking at Harry carefully, as if trying to figure out if Harry really understood, "if you insist you can't, then," he curled his lips slightly, "the Dark Lord is very Pity."

But your tone is not regrettable...Harry didn't start, he didn't answer right away.

In fact, he's conflicted.He couldn't say that he had no hesitation in wanting to remove the connection, given the information it had given him before; but on the other hand, if Voldemort was always using Occlumency on him in every possible way, the connection would be completely useless.

If he still hoped to get some useful information from the Dark Lord, he thought again, he should really control himself and ensure the frequency of their meetings.Although the Dark Lord couldn't get along with him at all, if he messed up now, he would have no chance of making a comeback, and he would lose everything he cared about...

"...I see." Harry gritted his teeth and nodded, feeling his voice was indistinct as if floating from afar, "Try again, I will try my best to restrain myself."

Voldemort stared at Harry for a moment. "Great." He seemed to have got the answer he wanted, then got up, drifted behind Harry like a ghost again, and slowly pressed his cold hands on Harry's shoulders.

Staring at the empty chair in front of him, Harry told himself desperately that it didn't hurt or itch, it was just a little bit cold, just bear with it for a while.But he still couldn't help but associate that soft touch with a poisonous snake, and the image of him being entwined by one was enough to scare him enough to defend himself.

For a while, he was almost thankful that Voldemort was behind him, because it meant the Dark Lord wouldn't see what he was thinking.But when those icy fingers cruised along the outside of the arm to his forearm, he still couldn't help shivering.

Maybe he shouldn't have said that, because it's a good idea to keep the enemy in his sight... Then he thought, if Voldemort attacks him, at least he can react in time...

Before Harry could take back his wandering thoughts, Voldemort had finished his inspection. "Sleep," he made a short judgment, "just as I thought before."

Harry pulled his sleeves up quickly, he couldn't wait. "...so what to do?" he asked, "is it enough to wake it up?"

At this time Voldemort had already walked to his chair again, and upon hearing this, he gave Harry a sideways glance, his gaze was indescribably sharp. "No."

Harry suddenly had a feeling that the sarcasm and smirk faded away, and at this time Voldemort was the real Dark Lord, the powerful dark wizard everyone feared. "So?" He tried to continue asking questions, so as to get over the palpitation just now.

"I have conceived several ways before," Voldemort replied, his eyes fell somewhere outside the silver room, his expression and voice were full of thought, "I must try one by one."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the first sentence; but the second sentence made him think again. "Try?" he asked suspiciously. "When you say that word, do you mean that no one has tried it before?"

"Wake up, Harry, I told you that," Voldemort replied.He was still looking at the dark swamp that could not be seen in the distance, and said in a flat tone, "Give up unrealistic hopes as soon as possible."

But Harry was really worried now.How Voldemort wanted to get his soul back was beyond his control; but what would he do?He dared to swear to Merlin that the Dark Lord would never consider the harm that those methods might bring to the host...Since the soul can really be stripped out...

"Then..." He opened his mouth and closed it again.Voldemort didn't need to know his fears, because it was only to be ridiculed.And, he did prepare for the worst, didn't he?

Thinking of Ron and Hermione, thinking of Sirius and Dumbledore, and thinking of his classmates and friends who believed in him... Those chills that had been hovering in his heart left Harry much faster than they came. "Will you be here all the time?" He asked, trying not to sound like a spy. "I mean, the several methods you mentioned can be done just by touching them?"

"Of course not," said Voldemort thoughtfully.Then he realized something and glanced at Harry with a half-smile. "I find your improvement in cliche skills to be much more commendable than Occlumency."

Harry wanted to stare at Voldemort again, but he restrained himself this time. "You just said that victory is the reason why we are here. Then can I think that if you successfully recover your soul, you will become stronger?"

"...more powerful?" Voldemort repeated softly.He turned around quickly, staring at Harry with red eyes. "Why do you think so?"

Harry could see that he was asking a key question.But he thought it was just a very common problem?After all... "'The Dark Lord never does anything that does him no good.'" He repeated, trying not to flinch under the seeming pressure. "You said it yourself."

"So you think I'm only doing this to be stronger?" Voldemort asked again.He still didn't take his eyes off Harry's face.

"...Isn't it?" Harry frowned, he was a little muttering now. "Aside from this, what else do you want?" He thought hard, "Don't you think that increasing your strength is a great benefit based on your logic? Even if you made a mistake before, if you want to save it, it must be Because it's better for you to save, isn't it?" He finally added bitterly, "Anyway, you only see yourself in this matter; and I don't see that you intend to save others..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp pain flashed across Harry's forehead.The scar... He was dizzy for a while, and he covered it subconsciously, thinking that if he wasn't sitting on a chair, he would have fallen to the ground—he heard a high-pitched and cold voice shouting angrily in his head, listening to too fast sentences It sounds like "what are other people" and "nothing else is more important than this".

He wondered what was behind, but the feeling came and went as quickly as it went, and when it was gone, it disappeared like the tide receding on the beach.

"You..." Harry put down his palms and raised his head again—the last piece of the ice wall in those red eyes became indifferent, hard and invulnerable.It made him forget what he was going to say.It feels like deja vu...was it the same last time?When he asked "how dare you"?

Yet Voldemort clearly had no intention of explaining anything.He even gave a flat acknowledgment: "That's right."

Harry stared suspiciously at the Dark Lord's pale profile.He had a gut feeling that Voldemort was definitely not talking about what he was saying - at least not quite.

Of course the Dark Lord wants power, but he wants more than that; if Voldemort's goal is really beyond power, it doesn't seem to violate the Dark Lord's interests?

Wanting something else... Harry recalled Sirius' remark in the fireplace flames that Dumbledore believed that Voldemort's greatest ambition at the moment was not world domination.He was very skeptical then, but now it seems real.The problem is, power is clearly a necessary factor for the Dark Lord (fulfilling ambition, conquering others, bringing a sense of power and dominance), what would Voldemort think is more important than it?

"That's it for today."

The cold words got Harry's attention back.Just as he was about to object, something was stuffed into his hand - a bright blue light flashed, and there was a familiar pulling sensation immediately behind his navel.He widened his eyes and tried to protest before leaving, but it was too late—

He hasn't finished asking yet!

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Player [Harry]: HP 99

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