[HP] Similar but different

The Death Eaters had expected that Voldemort would tell them about the special serpentine wand—if not how he got it, he should talk about its power, and it would be better to demonstrate its power—but Voldemort obviously had no intention of doing so. here.He quickly took it back, praised McNeil and the other four (they were responsible for contacting the giant and the werewolf respectively), asked a few more questions about the Ministry of Magic's actions, and then announced that it could be disbanded.

Not to mention Malfoy, most Death Eaters felt that something was wrong.Slytherin's wand could indeed explain the Dark Lord's absence for months, but why hasn't there been any new action yet?

"Master," Avery asked boldly, "Can I boldly ask you, do you have any new instructions? Or, do you still need us to continue to implement the previous instructions?"

The so-called previous order was to obtain the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries.This was Voldemort's number one priority after his return, and many Death Eaters were working on it.Malfoy had been in charge initially, and Avery had been in charge since August.At the beginning of September, the operation was suddenly suspended, and the group of people were in a fog.

Thinking of this, Malfoy couldn't help but cast a resentful glance at Avery who was diagonally opposite.Most people looked in the same direction as him, except Crouch Jr. and Snape.

"It's not necessary, Avery." Voldemort replied softly, with a cruel triumphant look in his red eyes, "you should be able to guess why Podmore entered St. Mungo's like Bodmore."

Broderick Bird, a Ministry of Magic employee.It was through him that Voldemort knew that only those mentioned in the prophecy could pick up the prophecy ball.

There was another orderly gasp on the long table.All they knew was that Malfoy had brought Bod to Voldemort, but that was enough - whether it was the Imperius Curse, the Oblivion Curse, or the more common Confusion Curse, the Dark Lord's power was never questioned.So in this case, what is even more puzzling is that the dormant Dark Lord actually went to the Ministry of Magic himself?

Avery was astonished. "Oh, I don't know about you...now..." He stammered a bit, but he managed to find the words at last, and asked carefully: "You have got what you want, master?"

Voldemort hooked the corner of his mouth, but did not answer directly. "The operation is completely cancelled. If the Order of the Phoenix is ​​still willing to guard that door, let them guard it."

The Death Eaters looked at each other. "Master, not long after you left, the Order of the Phoenix also gave up." Malfoy said hastily, thinking it was time for him to act, "But we still have to deal with those guys who only cause trouble, don't we?"

"Of course," Voldemort affirmed softly, "sooner or later..." He suddenly remembered those emerald eyes that were more emerald because of anger, and reaffirmed the priority of his life-he couldn't let other things interfere with his most important thing plan - "Of course, not now."

……not now?

This set off a wave of bewilderment around the long table.The Dark Lord decided to shelve the war with the Order of the Phoenix?Even if it's temporary, it's strange!

Voldemort didn't want to explain at all. "You can go," he ordered coldly, "Baddy stay."

Most Death Eaters could only reluctantly get up.When Voldemort left, many people doubted Crouch Jr.'s authority; but after today's incident, everyone knew that Crouch Jr. was the person Voldemort trusted most.

Amidst the envious and jealous gazes, little Crouch kept his eyes fixed on him.When only he and Voldemort were left in the huge room, he asked for instructions: "Do you have any new orders, master?"

Voldemort asked without answering, "Are you as confused as they are, Barty?"

Little Crouch shook his head firmly. "The decisions you make are absolutely justified."

Voldemort was amused by the flattery. "Enough, Batty." He turned his back and began to pace slowly, "I do have more important things."

Little Crouch stared at the black-robed wizard without blinking. "What is it, master?"

"About some advanced magic, you should have seen it." Voldemort replied softly. "It took all my mental energy...it's so important that I can't let other things ruin it..."

For others, it must be in the fog, but Crouch Jr. is not.Parsel language, genealogy, blood, magic wand, and prophecy are all related to the savior; from June to now, they have never changed.He could only think that the problem with the Savior had not been resolved, and knew very well that Voldemort didn't want anyone else to interfere. "Then..." He thought for a while, then changed the subject, "Why didn't you ask Snape more? Suppose you really believed him more?"

"No, Barty, I don't trust him so much anymore, because I trust you more." Voldemort mused, "But whether Snape is a spy or not, as long as he doesn't admit it, it's still useful."

Crouch Jr. could not have been more satisfied with the answer.Malfoy might have asked Snape what else was good, but he didn't. "You mentioned Lestrange just now," he asked again, expectantly. "When do you plan to let them out?"

Voldemort finally took a look at him. "You care about them, don't you?"

"If it wasn't for my mother, I would be imprisoned in Azkaban like them now." Little Crouch admitted, "I believe they are loyal to you, even more loyal than me... At least during the trial, I didn't admit that it was an honor to go to jail for you like they did." He lowered his head, with shame in his tone and actions.

"You don't need to repent of this, Barty." Voldemort stopped walking, his voice soft, "Voldemort didn't mind you lying to save yourself at that time, and he didn't even mind you claiming that you were only bewitched and deceived. After all , if there is no prison, you can find me sooner, can't you?"

"Yes, Master, yes," said Crouch Jr. eagerly, dropping to his knees. "If we know you need our help, nothing can stop us..." He climbed to Voldemort's feet, kissed the black robe, "It's our fault, master, it's our fault, we didn't think This, we failed your expectations..."

Voldemort raised his hand.The kneeling Death Eater stood up as if being pushed and pulled by some invisible force. "You're already doing the best, Batty." He said, with a calm tone, "and you just reminded me...Although we can't disturb the Order of the Phoenix for the time being, and we must wrong them to stay inside for a while, we do There's something else you can do."

"Happy to serve you, master." Little Crouch bowed deeply.

"Is it still a secret that you are alive?" Voldemort asked, but the sentence sounded positive.

Little Crouch raised his head in surprise. "The official record is that I'm long dead, Master." He weighed his words carefully, "but the Order knows I'm alive, though they don't know how I did it."

"Without evidence, it's useless for the Order of the Phoenix to know." Voldemort sneered, and then returned to calm, "I have a long-term task for you to do, Barty... only you can do it for me."

"Of course, master." Little Crouch immediately assured, "What do you want me to do?"

"Acquire a new identity," Voldemort demanded succinctly.He saw that Crouch Jr. wanted to mention Moody, so he continued to add: "A completely new identity, one that has nothing to do with Death Eaters on the surface." His tone sank because of the emphasis, "In this way, we will Being able to operate under another name and not miss the moment when you have to lurk."

Realizing what this meant - the Dark Lord wanted to foster a full-fledged spokesperson - Barty Crouch Jr. was shocked at first, and then ecstatically welled up in his heart. "Follow your orders, master!"

**

After the holidays, students returned to Hogwarts, and the school was full of voices again.Throughout the first day of Potions, Snape hadn't acted like he knew Harry was there.

"What the hell happened?" Hermione couldn't help asking during recess, "Did you mess with him during the holidays, Harry?"

Ron looked unimpressed. "Annoyed? You made it sound like Snape once gave Harry a good look, Hermione." He looked at Harry, not sure about what he said next, "Is he always picking on you now? Good thorn, Harry?"

Harry nodded quickly.Hermione was always surprisingly perceptive... "Like Uncle Vernon."

"Come on, of course there is a difference between these two things." Hermione was a little impatient, but she still remembered to lower her voice, "How do you do tutoring like this? Since Occlumency requires so much emotional control?"

Someone kept talking about Occlumency in his ear, and Harry was getting a little annoyed. "Learn it that way. Besides, he never forgot Occlumency. Isn't the result the same?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows high. "You don't always count on his Occlumency, do you?" she demanded. "If he wants to use you in reverse, it's easy!"

He's already using me, Harry thought bitterly.And I can't tell you that I've been putting you in danger...

Fortunately, Harry didn't have to answer this time.Because Zacharias Smith just came over and asked if there was any activity of the defense team that night.After getting the answer from Harry that he still wanted to study potions, he left very unhappy.

The downcast look on Harry's face made Hermione shut up.At lunch time, the dinner table was full of voices, and she also found a new topic: "Have you read the bulletin board, Harry? The first trip to Hogsmeade this year is scheduled for Valentine's Day."

Harry bit into half of a berry pie, and for a moment didn't understand Hermione's emphasis on Valentine's Day. "So what's the matter?"

Hermione seemed overwhelmed and rolled her eyes wildly. "I think you should go ask Cho," she said bluntly. "Didn't you always like her? And I think you really need to do something to improve your mood."

"I'll just say it," Ron interjected, his voice muffled by his mouth full of food, "tuitioning with Snape is unbearable torture."

"Cho would also like you to ask her out." Hermione ignored Ron, "I don't understand, she's obviously interested in you too, why are you timid."

Harry couldn't argue with that.In the last semester, Qiu proposed to him many times; but because of those unspoken reasons, he forced himself to refuse.He couldn't help raising his head, looked over the table, and looked in the direction of Ravenclaw—whether it was by chance, Qiu happened to look over.

He quickly lowered his head, feeling extremely conflicted.On the one hand, he wished he could do what Hermione said and ask out the girl he loved, but on the other hand, he wasn't sure how much risk he was putting Cho on.

You can't do this, the villain's voice rang in Harry's head again, you'll kill her.

Another villain disagrees.Voldemort has already obtained the information he wants, so it is not likely that he will keep spying on Harry's head from time to time, looking at the recent...

What if?The first villain was indomitable.

Harry's brain ached from the noise.If he was not mistaken, he could see Voldemort at night.This time he had to ask, what reason did the Dark Lord have for attacking Umbridge?

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Ah, I finally see the hope of VH's love relationship【Hey