[HP] Similar but different

Monday's attempt ended up looking like a successful tutoring, though Harry didn't want to admit it.The following Wednesday and Friday were about the same, one hour a day, which made him extremely tired and amazing progress.

Harry was also reluctant to admit that Voldemort might actually have been a good teacher, for the record aside - the Dark Lord never taught from the script, but always had knowledge he didn't expect, and was always... damn right.He still couldn't understand what the Dark Lord was thinking, but he had no reason to refuse to practice the spells in his textbook.In fact, this saved him a lot of homework and put it on the defensive team instead.

Speaking of the defense team... Harry was very suspicious.Voldemort seemed to be able to see the many thoughts going on under his head at a glance, not to mention that he had prepared the defense team several times in the past year under the nose of the diadem and portrait.In other words, Voldemort knew without a doubt what he was doing in the dark, but never appeared to know...

Is it because the Dark Lord looks down on these children from the bottom of his heart?

Harry felt that this was very possible, so he couldn't help but hold his breath and doubled down on his studies.

The intensity, it must be said, frightened Ron. "What's the matter with you, Harry?" he asked in amazement, as his wand was knocked flying to the ceiling again. "You must have been practicing secretly without us knowing, haven't you?"

For this defense group activity, Harry arranged for everyone to review the Disarming Charm at the end.Ron was with him; Harry was able to dodge every time, Ron was not so lucky.In fact, almost everyone was watching intently as Harry cast the Reaching Charm on Ron's wand, which had fallen from a height, and quickly caught it precisely in his hand.

"Beautiful, Harry!" said Hermione appreciatively, and the others echoed.

"...how long will we have to practice before we can do as well as you?" Neville asked, his round face full of longing.

Harry didn't know how to answer the question.Because he couldn't say that if there's a Dark Lord who keeps trying to kill you and then out of nowhere tells you to do everything, and you have to keep yourself and others alive as long as you can, it's probably going to be done pretty quickly. "Practice well," was all he could say at last.

Next, Harry arranged Ron and Neville's three-person team to practice, and he shuttled around the room to see how the others were doing and whether he needed his help.When he walked near Qiu, her face flushed and her hands shook.

"It's not like that," Harry corrected, "hold it tight, and move on decisively."

"I did pretty well," Qiu retorted unconvinced, "but you made me nervous..."

Harry seemed to see Cho's friend Marietta roll her eyes in their direction. "Just... okay." He said awkwardly, and hurried to the other side.

This episode was noticed by Hermione.Before the end time, she reminded Harry again in a low voice: "Valentine's Day, huh?" And she hurried away.

At this time, everyone has already started packing their things and preparing to leave the Room of Requirement.Harry knew that if he wanted to ask Cho, later would be a good time, but...

Nothing but, since Voldemort has said that, he can indeed ask Qiu...

No, he immediately denied himself, I was wrong; no matter what Voldemort said or did, I should try to live at my own pace.

Harry made up his mind.After everyone had left the Room of Requirement, he caught up with the girl who had lingered at the end.

Nothing major happened at Hogwarts for the next two weeks because it probably couldn't have gotten any worse - Hagrid was still on probation; Harry was sure to live a long life and have twelve children.But from Harry's own point of view, the new prophecy was not as exciting as the two zeros he got in Potions.

On Valentine's Day, Harry dressed himself up specially.He and Autumn met at the oak gate, and went to Hogsmeade together.On the way, they talked about Quidditch intermittently.After arriving at the wizarding village, Cho suggested to drink coffee, and Harry couldn't think of a better place, so the two went to Puddiffe Teahouse together.

This proved to be a bad idea.In less than half an hour, Qiu burst into the pouring rain outside tearfully.

Unable to withstand the probing gazes of many young lovers in the teahouse, Harry rushed out too, but Qiu had already disappeared.He couldn't understand why he'd just said he'd meet Hermione at the Three Broomsticks later and things would turn out like this.

Cho should know that Hermione is his friend?Harry wondered, besides Ron was there too?

Maybe Cho didn't really like him, he thought, after all she'd been talking about Cedric?Maybe she hasn't forgotten him yet?

Anyway, this, along with the heavy rain, completely ruined Harry's mood.He didn't want to tell the story of his broken love while everyone was drinking butterbeer (that would be so disappointing and embarrassing), so he went back to the castle alone in the rain.

But after a hot bath, Harry was less sure of his earlier conclusions.He originally believed that he liked Qiu, but after such a day, he found that he seemed to have made a mistake——

Except for Quidditch, he didn't know what to say to Qiu, even if he answered it, it would be awkward;

Cho seemed to want him to kiss her, but for some reason, he didn't want to do that at all;

When Qiu heard about Cedric, he felt bad, but not because of jealousy, but because of Cedric's innocent death...

Does he really like Qiu?Or has he changed, but he didn't even realize it?

Harry couldn't think of a reason, so he could only sit on the bed in a daze.If he had known it would turn out like this, he thought absently, it would be better to study the spell...

In the evening, Ron and Hermione came back with big bags and small bags.Hermione wanted to blame Harry for letting them go, but after hearing what happened to him today, she seemed to be trying very hard not to roll her eyes. "You really don't understand girls' thoughts at all!" She said in a tone close to hating iron and steel, "I'm so stupid to match you!"

Harry originally lowered his head, but when he heard this, he looked at her suddenly. "You also think I..."

"I can't believe it, you're even slower than Ron!" Hermione was a little annoyed.She looked at Ron—he was looking at them in bewilderment, holding a half-eaten chocolate frog in his hand, with a little brown crumbs on his mouth, as if trying to refute—"Forget it, you'd better Ron better," she remarked bitterly, tossing her hair and walking away.

Ron stared blankly at her back. "... Where did I offend her?" He asked Harry wonderingly, but of course he didn't get an answer.

This day is Wednesday.Although Hogwarts was on holiday, Harry was very suspicious. Even if the Dark Lord had teased him with Valentine's Day maliciously, it was actually not such a holiday with pink bubbles.Just in case, he waited in the Response Room.He breathed a sigh of relief when the locket glowed blue on time.

Voldemort and the Silver Room were still the same, except that the Dark Lord was reading a book - he seemed to think that watching Harry practice was a waste of time, so he brought books with him for the second tutoring session.Harry couldn't always read what was written in it, and he had reason to suspect that the Dark Lord had cast a secrecy spell on the book or something.

Hearing the sound of landing, Voldemort didn't raise his head: "Continue with last time."

At first, Harry wished Voldemort would ignore him, because the probing eyes of the Dark Lord always made him feel that he was being seen; but later, he hated this kind of neglect more and more, because it gave him a feeling that Voldemort Consider him unworthy.

But he really couldn't deny that Voldemort's pickiness was directly proportional to his magic power.For more than a month, he has clearly realized the gap between them, and he couldn't help but practice according to the requirements of the Dark Lord——

Merlin knew why he did this!

Harry had stopped practicing for a while before Voldemort realized that something was out of the ordinary today.He looked around—the juvenile wolfhound used for practice had disappeared—and his eyes fell back on the boy in front of him with his arms folded. "What, Harry?" He was a little curious, "Feeling boring? Or do you want to go back to Hogwarts?"

"I said, even if it's a trick, you should reveal some news, right?" Harry was a little impatient, "Twenty times including today! Why did you say that the advanced magic is based on the Hogwarts textbook? ?”

Voldemort blinked and smiled. "Of course not." He closed the book, lightly stroked his finger on the pure black leather—the book disappeared without a sound, "but I thought you would like it... After all, you look very good to Dumbledore's Army." enthusiastic."

A lump in Harry's throat.He knew Voldemort knew! "So what do you mean?" he asked bluntly. "Are you so generous that you want to help me in this regard?" He especially bit the accent on "generous" and "offering help".

"No." Voldemort could hear Harry deliberately using the phrase he had said earlier with irony.He wasn't going to waste his time pretending they weren't enemies, but he wasn't going to ruin more than a month's worth of peace either. "I said it because it was necessary."

Harry had imagined many times what Voldemort's "necessary" meant.Until now, he thought the most likely reason was that Voldemort needed these exercises to prepare him for his next attempt.After all, they're dealing with deep magical problems, aren't they? "You're not going to tell me," he said, looking intently at the Dark Lord, "that I only need to practice the Charm?"

"The more complicated part, of course you can only trust me, can't you?" Voldemort asked amusedly.Before Harry got really angry, he added unhurriedly: "But now it's probably time to test the phased results."

Harry frowned.What are their milestones?Do pre-practices for Charms and Transfiguration count?

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't keep Harry guessing how long. "Pull your chair closer," he ordered, "and sit down."

Harry visually measured the distance between their chairs - almost five feet, a good distance for conversation. "It's going to be a piece any closer," he said, not expecting it, and suspecting that Voldemort's knees must be cold too. "What do you want?"

"Do a little test," Voldemort said softly, "with your head empty, palms together, forehead pressed together, for three minutes."

Harry's eyes widened unconsciously.Empty head is another calculation, and palms are probably also another calculation, but the forehead is close... "This must be your conspiracy!" He shouted without thinking, "If the forehead is close to the forehead, then I want to be with you... ..." He wanted to say something like a kiss, but fortunately, he realized how inappropriate the words were in time, and quickly swallowed them back.

"I thought you were a bold boy, Harry." Voldemort spread his hands. "You've been through worse, haven't you?"

"But..." Harry racked his brains—he had to come up with a reason that had nothing to do with his fear, "I don't think anyone can bear being so close to you!"

Voldemort's eyebrows twitched dangerously. "Say it again?"

Uh……

Almost instantly, a hundred reasons why he couldn't do this and a thousand reasons why he must do it rolled through Harry's head. "Can you become a little more human?" he demanded dryly, noticing that the Dark Lord's red eyes narrowed even more, and he couldn't help but be more cautious about his next words, "Otherwise I think... I At that time, I may...can't help but attack...well, I don't like snakes very much."

Harry was on the defensive when he said that, but the Dark Lord stared at him for a moment and snorted softly.Just when he thought Voldemort was really going to roll his eyes (it's quite difficult, after all, the whites of the Dark Lord's eyes seem to be permanently filled with blood), suddenly a blurred vision——

"If you think a false appearance is more suitable for you." Voldemort was impatient with a face that Harry had seen twice, which was almost exactly the same as the portrait, "Can you sit down now?"

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Here, LV gave Harry a Valentine's Day gift, a handsome guy~