[HP] Similar but different

This time, Voldemort returned to Riddle Mansion without stopping.No good or bad can be seen from his expression, the portrait is a little puzzled: "How?"

"Basically well." Voldemort replied succinctly.But contrary to usual, he didn't sit down immediately, but stood in front of the fireplace, staring at the illusory crystal ball.

The portrait is even more puzzled.

According to the previously determined strategy, they want to create an illusion of safety for the savior; the little lion of Gryffindor can't discern the subtle difference, and will gradually go deeper until he steps into the final trap.During this process, the savior who is told part of the truth will inevitably argue and resist, and they will have many opportunities to verify whether the savior really possesses energies that they do not understand, and what those energies can do.

This is the most important thing, because its outcome directly determines the life and death of the Dark Lord.In order to achieve this goal, they even go so far as to admit that the Dark Lord has a soul in the Savior - which may lead to the most dangerous situation for that soul, after all, the Savior is full of recklessness.But that's the hardest part; the lesser of two evils can only and must be risked for the sake of the rest of the soul.

Big gamble, obviously.

It is also clear that this is not a short-term plan and that a fixed time frame must be guaranteed.It stands to reason that the first time the two meet, they can only talk a little bit...but is that really the case?

"What's the problem, isn't it?" the portrait asked.

Voldemort didn't answer right away.Will taking back his soul make him stronger?

To be honest, he had never considered this question before.Until now, he is still powerless to take back his soul, so he values ​​safety more.But Harry brought it up...

As far as the savior knows, the direction of reasoning is correct; but what comes out of the mouth of a child who knows nothing... is it reliable?

Don't forget that you chose such an opponent for yourself...don't forget that he has powers you don't understand...don't forget that powers can conquer the Dark Lord...

Voldemort closed his eyes forcefully, trying to get these complicated thoughts out of his mind.He just cares too much about prophecy—or, to put it more bluntly, he firmly believes that he must never sit still, so that he is impulsive and reckless—that will push himself into desperation step by step.Now, he must be cautious and think twice before acting, but it does not mean that everything the savior said is valuable.

He made a decision. "No," he replied firmly, the slightly frowning lines between his brows and eyes disappeared, "it's just a little..." He thought about the most suitable words, "The sequelae of prophecy?"

"Oh," the portrait instantly understood, "I think we all have a little bit."

Voldemort looked away from the orb to a large pile of books to the side.Those were all records of the prophecy, and he hadn't read them all—it had to be said that he had doubts about whether the meaning of the prophecy was taken literally.

When he went to Godric's Hollow, he thought he was doing what the prophecy said, destroying his destined enemy; but in fact, he went to great lengths to choose the destined enemy for himself, marking the opponent and killing him at the same time. Own.

The pain of being completely shattered, the feeling of being nothing...isn't that lesson hard enough?

Voldemort pursed his lips, the curve flat and tight.He picked up the top one and sat down in the high chair to read it - he had to figure this out, and he would fix it, like the twin wand problem.

**

It was late when Harry returned to the dormitory on Christmas Eve.He still tossed and turned for a while before falling asleep, and it was almost noon when he woke up the next day.He wanted to go to the library - he was always laughed at by Voldemort for his level of knowledge - and when he got dressed, he found that there was really a shiny red envelope on his forehead.

"The hair is bad enough," the full-length mirror in the corner groaned, "and now it's wearing a big bag! If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to go out!"

Harry didn't bother to argue with it.He couldn't help thinking of Voldemort's inhuman arm strength and hard head, and secretly suspected that, apart from the snake face, the Dark Lord probably also strengthened his body in some way.

By the time he hurried into the auditorium, the others were halfway through their lunch.

"...how's the situation?"

"...tough but...better, St. Mungo...the healer too..."

McGonagall seemed to be asking Snape something, but Snape fell silent at the sight of Harry.

There are few people during holidays, and students and professors share a big round table.Harry pretended not to notice anything, picked an empty seat relatively far away from the Potions professor, sat down and started gobbling.

But in fact, his mind has already been active.better?St. Mungo's therapist?Snape wasn't there yesterday, did he go to check on Sturgis Podmore?After all, Snape was good at brewing potions?

Did Dumbledore go with him?Snape has gone, so Dumbledore has no reason not to go, he is the head of the Order of the Phoenix after all?But if they had gone together, why was only Snape back now?

Harry thought hard, and the speed of eating slowed unconsciously.

"...Tear off your ears from other people," a sinister voice suddenly sounded behind him, "otherwise you will be punished worse than a big bag."

Harry turned his head sharply, only in time to see the back of the Potions Master in his black robe.Snape didn't seem to want to look at him anymore... He turned his head as he thought, keenly caught a few undisguised sighs mixed with disappointment - from the other students nearby.

None of these students were part of the defense team, and Harry knew they were sorry they hadn't seen a good show.He has been treated like this for half a year, he should be used to it, but...

What happened to a big bag?If you knew how it got here, you would be scared to death!

Harry took one last bite of his toast angrily and stood up.He couldn't help laughing when he thought of the dishes that everyone might have after they knew the truth.But he immediately realized that he was doing something that Snape and even Dumbledore would not approve of, and he held back.

Also against Voldemort, the defense team can bring him warm power; while the direct method, it has to be said, makes the heart beat faster while making people tense, but also brings more difficult and unpredictable dangers.

He did know that he was taking a risk; he also knew that his power was almost meager compared to Voldemort's.But it doesn't make sense for others to do it, he has to do it himself.

Maybe it wasn't all bad that Snape forbade him to set foot in the dungeons, Harry thought bitterly as he ran to the library, at least he no longer had the chance to unintentionally reveal secrets, anger the Dark Lord, and bring him tighter security. possible.

Harry spent the rest of the day and all of the next day in the library.Mrs. Pince, the librarian, seems to be suspicious of the reason why he has become so diligent, and makes frequent inspections.But after the third time she saw Harry with his head buried in the high pile of books, she stopped paying attention to him.

That's what Harry wanted.He brought the invisibility cloak in, and while Mrs. Pingce was doing her own business, he walked into the precinct with familiarity.However, the Unforgivable Curses are a big category.When he saw those large shelves that reached the ceiling and were full, he realized that even if he watched the graduation day and night, he couldn't finish them all.

After randomly picking out a few thick tomes and frantically flipping through them, Harry decided to give up this act of finding a needle in a haystack.Because the content inside, either has nothing to do with the soul, or is far from what Voldemort said.

He didn't really want to study all kinds of killing curses, but obviously Voldemort was right-soul magic is a very advanced magic, few people have set foot in it, and the records are very cautious and shallow.

He also didn't quite believe what Voldemort said, but he also suspected that a Dark Lord who made big claims of purpose, power, and rightness should be happy to prove his truth in the high realm of magic - which was basically tantamount to disdain to lie.

... So, where on earth is he going to find the knowledge he needs?

Harry had been thinking about it all through dinner, so much so that he ignored Snape's needle-pointed gaze and the "oh look what he's pretending again" juniors.

After eating, he started back to the tower.While waiting for the stairs to turn around on the platform, he suddenly remembered that there were still a pile of unread books in the Response Room.

No, he can't go there anymore; the portrait is still there.Whether it was written in those old books or not, nothing serious could be done under Voldemort's watchful eye... there was no end to the cynicism.

But the Room of Requirement can be more than just a hiding place?What if Harry asked it to be turned into a library with assigned books?

The stairs turned around.Harry raised his foot, but turned around, and sprinted for the corridor leading to the eighth floor.

The corridor was the same as before, and there was no one there.Harry opened the Marauder's Map and was sure that there were no ghosts around, so he put on the invisibility cloak, walked back and forth outside the empty wall, and at the same time said to himself: I need a room with books about soul magic... I need a room with A room with books about soul magic... I need a room with books about soul magic...

The wall revealed a mahogany door with a brass handle.As soon as Harry pushed it away, he was shocked by the mountain of books inside.This must be wrong, he murmured inwardly as he stepped back into the hallway, I must have set a condition that was too broad... I have to change it to something else...

Harry thought for half a minute, then started walking again.This time, he changed the relation of soul magic to the relation of killing curse and soul magic.

Another mahogany door appeared in the wall, and Harry noticed that it had a silver handle - but it was still full of books.

Harry was troubled.He vaguely realized that if he couldn't describe exactly what he wanted, the Room of Requirement couldn't figure it out for him.

This made Harry think for a while longer, before moving around for the third time.I need a room with books describing how souls are retrieved... I need a room with books describing how souls are retrieved... I need a room with books describing how souls are retrieved...

The Room of Requirement showed its true colors for the third time.Unlike the previous two times, its door turned solemn black, and the door handle was a silver snake.

Harry thought this was a good omen, and his heart beat faster.When he opened the door, he was shocked to find that it was empty.He couldn't imagine what it meant to not have a book about it——

Voldemort really didn't lie to him?

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Didn't lie, but didn't tell the whole truth either →_→