[HP] Similar but different

Harry did have a cold.He didn't see the consequences of being exposed to heavy rain until Voldemort brought it up.This made him even more embarrassed, especially since the Dark Lord sent him back to Hogwarts early without any explanation.It wasn't until after six o'clock on a Friday evening that he stared at the locket that didn't light up on time for a good five minutes before he reluctantly admitted that his new image with the Dark Lord might indeed have become fragile. greenhouse flowers.

This kind of conjecture more or less turned Harry's embarrassment into resentment towards himself.Why is he always embarrassing in front of Voldemort?

While the gnashing of teeth didn't last long, it doesn't mean something good happened.Because on Saturday, Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff in the Quidditch match, in a very tragic way.Kirk, who stood in for Fred, dropped his broom screaming as the Quaffle came oncoming, while Ron saved every ball that flew towards goal.The Slytherins were wild with joy, singing "Weasley is our king" loudly.

For the first time, Harry thought it would be nice if he didn't care about Quidditch as much as Hermione did.

Over the next week, things were back to how they were before Valentine's Day.Unless necessary, Voldemort devoted himself to flipping through the thick books on his knees.In order not to make rash mistakes, Harry also tried to speak as little as possible, and the respect between the two of them was like ice.

Their barely constructive conversation took place before practice ended on Friday.At that time, Harry had finished his silent spell practice and was packing his clothes for another cold and long journey.Just when he was thinking that the weather had started to get warmer and it would get better in the future, Voldemort said abruptly: "Start next week, try once every two weeks, Harry."

Harry raised his head halfway, and his eyes just rested on the cloth on the side of the Dark Lord's head and shoulders. "Try what?" As soon as he asked this sentence, he knew that he was asking for nothing—except for that weird ritual behavior, what else could it be?

"Our progress is slow," Voldemort said bluntly.He paused for a moment, "But now it seems that it is barely on the right track."

During that brief pause, Harry suspected that the Dark Lord was blaming him for the slow progress.So when he heard the latter sentence, he was a little surprised. "Are you saying..." He struggled to figure out the correct description, "We can finally restrain ourselves?"

"Yeah, finally," said Voldemort, pursing his lips slightly mockingly, "after a lot of predictable friction, barely."

Harry didn't speak for a moment.He could tell that Voldemort wasn't really sure, and was a little... frustrated?Then he refuted himself, how do you hear the frustration in the sarcasm?

"Anyway, at least we're working on it; that's very good," said Voldemort again, his voice still very soft. "So if I expect the next steps to be on track, won't you agree, Harry?"

Harry's previous feeling was even more pronounced - when had Voldemort actually asked his advice? "That's right?" He agreed hesitantly, "The sooner this matter is resolved, the better."

"It seems that we have rarely reached an agreement," said Voldemort, with a barely perceptible rise in his voice. "Now, hold on to the locket—"

"Wait!" Harry yelled before Voldemort could say the exit key spell, "I have a question!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "You must lack a set of Encyclopedia Britannica...but ask."

Harry was determined to ignore Voldemort's insinuations that he had too many problems. "What will happen to me if you succeed in the end?"

"Oh, this," Voldemort pursed his lips into what looked like a genuine smile, "I wonder when you're going to ask, after all, everyone cares about their own endgame..."

"So you're saying that, regardless of whether retrieving my soul hurts me or not, you're going to kill me in the end?" Harry asked very clearly.This matter has been churning in his mind for some time, and he can't find any euphemism.He was indeed a little apprehensive, but his tone was calm.

To Harry's surprise, Voldemort didn't immediately answer in the affirmative. "Oh, my dear boy," he sighed, "do you have to ask this at a time like this? Do you think you'll be able to cooperate if I say 'yes'?"

"Why not?" Harry huffed. "Do I look like a life-stealer—living ignominiously on your soul?"

Voldemort stopped smiling. "'Live shamefully'?" he repeated softly. "Why do you think so?"

"Because it is!" Harry replied loudly. "If you want me to live like that, you might as well let you kill me!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes again. "Isn't it good to be alive?"

"Of course it's not bad," Harry said without hesitation, "but the point of this matter is not that I live alone! The point is that I would rather see other people live better!"

"...so you are here now?" Voldemort asked, but there was no doubt in his tone.

"So I'm here now," Harry affirmed.The Dark Lord hadn't tried to argue with him in the slightest, and he'd calmed down—really, it was kind of weird that the Dark Lord had calmed him down.

"I think you have a specific description for this matter," Voldemort commented calmly, "for example, honor; or for example, sacrifice."

Harry had never imagined that one day he would be able to talk to Voldemort face to face and calmly - at least on the surface - talking about such topics. "Glory or something, I don't know," he muttered. "Sacrifice? Maybe...I just hope that what I do is meaningful."

"Not to yourself," said Voldemort again.

"To most people..." Harry came back to his senses when he said this, and couldn't help giving the Dark Lord a sharp look. "It's the opposite of you, I guess, huh?"

Voldemort was also staring at Harry, his face esoteric and elusive.After a long while, he said: "Except for the soul, I have always been able to see that there are similarities between us. But now I am convinced that we are not the same."

Harry had heard similar arguments earlier in the diary. "You found out too late," he couldn't help laughing at the Dark Lord, "I've known this since the second year."

Voldemort, however, did not react to this.He just stared at Harry intently, until Harry felt the hairs on his back, then flicked his wand——

The locket glowed bright blue.Harry fell backwards with familiar force, and the last image on his retina was a pair of red eyes that had nothing to do with brutality and bloodlust.

**

Meetings every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday became more and more peaceful, but life at Hogwarts became more and more chaotic.In fact, on the night Harry and Voldemort talked about sacrifice, a big thing happened——

Umbridge fired Trelawney and tried to kick her out of school.But Dumbledore not only prevented this, but also asked the centaur Firenze to replace him before Umbridge assigned a new divination teacher.

Although Ron thought that Umbridge could not be worse, Hermione concluded that Umbridge would definitely get revenge on Dumbledore.As for Harry, after his new Divination class, he found Firenze much easier to accept than Trilawney—

The fair-haired centaur told them to lie down on the meadow in the forest and observe the bright sparks in the night sky; People are blind, so it would be foolish to place too much faith in such things as prophecy.

"He seemed to say everything, and he didn't seem to say anything, did he?" Ron asked Harry in a low voice before the lesson was over. "I mean, I want to know more about the looming Second War." ,What do you think?"

Harry was about to answer when the bell rang for the end of get out of class.As the students started to go out, he was stopped by the centaur.

"Are you a friend of Hagrid, Harry Potter?" Firenze asked.When he got an affirmative answer, he said, "Tell Hagrid, please, that his efforts are useless, and he'd better give up."

Harry was at a loss, but he still agreed to carry the message for Firenze.

The centaur's startlingly blue eyes stared at Harry for a moment, expressionless. "besides……"

Seeing that the other party hesitated to speak, Harry waited for a while.Until he felt that he might be late for Umbridge's class if he stayed any longer, and he had to say, "Uh... If there is nothing else, I'll go first?"

"Watch out for Mars, Harry Potter," Firenze whispered, concentrating as if seeing something on Harry's face.

Bright Mars meant war was coming, Harry remembered being told in class.But the problem is, even if the war is really coming, he is not the only one who should pay attention, right? "Why do you think I need to be specially reminded?" He asked suspiciously, not wanting to hear nonsense answers like "you are different" from the centaur.

Firenze seemed to snap back to his senses. "I don't know either," he said coldly, and he resumed his previous expressionless face, "Secrets of the sky cannot be revealed... just think I'm talking nonsense."

Seeing that he couldn't get a more useful answer, Harry could only leave in confusion.

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