[HP] Similar but different

Although the centaur's reminder was vague, Harry could still realize that Voldemort was still the key to the so-called Second War.This made him more vigilant in the next few meetings.He thought Voldemort must have noticed, but neither of them mentioned it, it seemed like a weird tacit understanding.

Two weeks passed quickly.Another Friday evening, they had their second attempt.This time Harry didn't have a cold, and Voldemort had maintained his Occlumency just fine. After 3 minutes of handshake and head to head, the two separated, and the atmosphere was too weird to describe.

"...How about this time?" Harry was the first to break the silence.He hoped that Voldemort would bring him some good news, because he found that, whether it was a snake face or a normal face, he didn't want to be so close to the Dark Lord.

Voldemort didn't answer right away.He looked over the top of Harry's head, and seemed to be staring into the void somewhere above the moor in the distance.After a long time, he whispered: "I don't know... maybe the method is not right..."

Harry didn't know what was wrong, but he knew it definitely didn't mean things were going well. "Then what should I do?" He was also a little frustrated, "Is there any other way?" He thought for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Or you can tell me directly, the reason why you left your soul? Maybe the other way around is correct of?"

This made Voldemort look away. "Haven't given up asking, boy?" He glanced at Harry with a half-smile.

Harry realized that there was an absolute advantage to having a good-looking face.Because he was sure that if the same expression was put on the snake's face, he would not feel that it would not detract from the Dark Lord's handsomeness. "Why should I give up?" He insisted on answering, hoping that his thoughts would not be discovered, and at the same time regretting his previous proposal more and more.

"That's right," Voldemort said, nodding, not particularly concerned, "I forgot, you've always been stubborn."

"I call it persistence!" Harry argued unconvinced.

Voldemort stared at Harry for a moment, then shrugged slightly. "Think what you want." He stood up, turning his back, "but I'd like to advise you kindly, don't expect to know more from me-especially in this lame way."

Harry should have been furious at this concealment, but he found himself secretly relieved.Maybe it's because he doesn't have to face Voldemort... He tried his best to dismiss his thoughts about Voldemort's appearance, and asked in a tone of impatience on purpose: "I don't need to ask, but you have to come up with something new, right?" He gestured between them with his hand, "Remove the connection, the sooner the better?"

Voldemort fell into a deeper silence.Before Harry could grow impatient, the Dark Lord suddenly pulled out his wand and removed the Silver House.

In early March, the weather was not so cold, but wetter than before.Harry was about to ask what you were doing, but when he lowered his head, he found that there was still a piece of silver ground under his feet.

uh, this is...

"After all, it's quite troublesome for you to get stuck in the swamp at every turn." Voldemort showed a false smile in response to this.

Harry couldn't deny it, his face burning with embarrassment.But the Dark Lord didn't continue to laugh at him - in fact, Voldemort waved his wand again, and the mud not far away squirmed until it became a huge strange shape, and soon solidified into black rock.

"...What do you mean?" Harry's attention was diverted, and he asked in bewilderment, "New practice object?"

Voldemort didn't deny it.He walked—or rather, floated—behind Harry, and softly demanded, "Smash it to pieces."

Harry frowned.He could see that his shattering spell was not at all capable of shattering a mountain of stone. "Are you sure you don't want to see me make a fool of myself?" he asked suspiciously.

"Speak as if you've never been out." Voldemort didn't take it seriously. "Do it, Harry."

Harry hated it because he couldn't argue with it.Holding his breath, he hastily shook his body to pieces—with a crunch, the giant rock stood still.

"Just a small crack," said Voldemort softly. "Again, with a silent spell."

Relying on not being seen, Harry rolled his eyes.He didn't see any cracks, but he didn't doubt what Voldemort said.In these days, he had discovered that the Dark Lord's eyesight was as amazing as his arms.Physical strength can be understood as the increase brought about by powerful magic power, and vision...he quietly checked the information, and it was written that vertical pupils can indeed see farther than round pupils, which is more suitable for predators to judge the distance of prey.

Thinking about it, Harry unhappily threw a second Shattering Curse——

Shattered!

"No progress," said Voldemort's voice accusingly. "You're not serious, Harry."

Harry wanted to say that no matter how serious he was, he wouldn't be able to break the stone mountain, that's just a fantasy.However, as long as he could not give in to Voldemort, he would try.

"...Okay." He replied dryly, swallowing his breath, and began to meditate again in his heart——

Pink Body (Redu)...

Just when Harry silently reached the second sound of the incantation, a pale and slender hand suddenly stretched out from behind, wrapping around his hand holding the holly wand.He was startled, turned his head abruptly, and almost crashed into the arms of the Dark Lord who was close at hand.

"—Bonebreaker (cto)!" Voldemort seemed to have expected Harry's reaction, and finished the rest of the syllables for him.

At the same moment when the spell was completed, Harry felt an electric tremor and agitation from his wrapped right hand, and his eyes widened involuntarily.When his eyes subconsciously searched for his right hand, he found that the huge rock had turned into a black mushroom cloud rising into the sky—it was so huge that it almost covered the sky, and the rumbling movement caused by it made the eardrums buzz There was a loud noise, and the ground shook accordingly.

It wasn't until the noises died down that Harry found his voice. "...What happened just now?" He stared from his hand to his wand, and couldn't help but stare at the Dark Lord passing behind him, so shocked that he couldn't speak coherently, "How could...? You And me...half the spell...that feeling...?"

Voldemort said nothing, his attention seemed to be completely taken away by the mushroom cloud.

Harry had to wrestle with the logic of the matter himself. "You knew for a long time that if you do this, the effect of the spell will be amazing? Why?" He had no idea what happened to him at all, "You cast the spell with me... that's it? Principle and twin wands Is it similar?"

Voldemort still didn't answer.Harry couldn't help but quickly walked up to the Dark Lord, but as soon as he looked up, he was stunned by what he saw——

The black eyes turned scarlet again, and greed and hunger merged into a bloody surge, resembling detonated ambition and desire.

But whatever they were, they were quickly gone. "Perhaps," Voldemort replied, flat as if what Harry had just seen was hallucination.

"What's maybe?" Harry asked dissatisfied.This thing is really unbelievable, but it is obvious.

"Perhaps it means that you must have forgotten the most important point." Voldemort's face was expressionless and his tone was cold.

The sudden turn of events left Harry bewildered.It took two seconds before he realized what he had forgotten—even if they worked together to double the effect of the spell, in actual combat, the preconditions did not exist at all; this assumption only existed when they endured each other It will take time to realize it, and it is of no value to the Dark Lord.

Harry suddenly realized something. "So... none of this can tempt you? Do you still think that what you have to do is far more important than this?"

"As if you think it's important." Voldemort scoffed at this. "The impossible is not worth wasting time."

"Then why did you do that just now?" Harry asked immediately, "Don't tell me you just wanted to try?"

"It's fine if you think so." Voldemort gave an ambiguous answer with a rather perfunctory attitude.Again, involuntarily, he turned the Portkey on his own.

When his feet touched the floor of the Room of Requirement, Harry still hadn't recovered.He had never tried to exert such amazing power with an ordinary spell, and he estimated that he would never forget the shock in his life; at the same time, he also began to realize that if there was something important enough for the Dark Lord to resist He was almost irresistible, and Voldemort must have shown it, but he didn't pay attention...

Harry's head was spinning wildly.

"I, who have gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality. You know my goal - to conquer death. Now that I am put to the test, it seems that at least one or two of my experiments have worked... because I Didn't die, though that spell was deadly...

"Later I attached to him, watched him closely, and directed him to carry out my orders. But my plan failed, I didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, and I couldn't guarantee immortality...

"There is no hope of stealing the Sorcerer's Stone, because I know Dumbledore will destroy it. But I am willing to enjoy the life of the mortal again, and then pursue immortality..."

Harry couldn't believe that he had been so careless as to completely ignore these obvious facts - in fact, as early as last June, Voldemort had told him in front of all the Death Eaters -

Voldemort's greatest ambition identified by Dumbledore, something more important than strength in Voldemort's eyes, and the goal that Voldemort can restrain himself...

To live forever is to live forever!

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