[HP] Similar but different

Harry was packing his suitcase.

At the end of July, the entire Privet Drive was shrouded in sweltering humidity.Harry was already breaking out in a sweat before he packed his things for school.However, he didn't complain at all, because it was better than the bleakness brought by dementors in sixth grade——

Last June, on the second night after ten Death Eaters escaped from prison - Harry was walking back down the portrait aisle, and the Ministry of Magic under Fudge had not yet come up with an effective capture Plan - Azkaban's caretakers rioted.They stopped obeying orders and left the waters of the North Sea without authorization; the magic prison system was completely paralyzed, and there were terrible, tattered black robes floating almost everywhere, sucking people's hope and happiness, and spreading despair and fear at the same time.

That summer was a nightmare for everyone, wizards and Muggles alike.

As far as Harry knew, Fudge could not explain the dementor's abnormality at all, nor could he organize effective actions, so he could only be forced to step down.Likewise, Umbridge could no longer sit on the throne of Senior Under-Secretary, and all restrictions on Hogwarts were lifted.

The newly appointed Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour, was originally the head of the Auror Office, and is more capable and practical.He urgently recruited capable wizards and formed a dozen special operations teams with Aurors. Half of them were responsible for driving the dementors to the uninhabited island, and the other half were responsible for hunting down criminals who escaped because of the guards' strike, and locked them in prison. A new prison based on the practices of MACUSA (Magic Congress of America).

During this period, Harry, who returned to No. 4 Privet Drive, could see various meteorological experts on TV analyzing the La Nina phenomenon, which was so severe that it could not be explained, and the authorities hoped that everyone should stay at home as much as possible and reduce the number of times they went out. red scroll bar notification.

The good thing is that Voldemort doesn't have the next move, like Harry expected, the attack of giants and werewolves or something.After half a year of overtime with the Ministry of Magic's special operations team, the situation had finally returned to normal.

The bad thing might also be that Voldemort didn't make the next move - the ten diehard Death Eaters seemed to disappear out of nowhere, without a trace.

With the help of Hermione, Harry accepted an interview with Rita Skeeter, telling the whole process of Voldemort's resurrection in the fourth grade.After this report was published, more and more people believed that what he said was true.But this also created another problem -

After saving his loyal subordinates and creating another chaos, the Dark Lord quit?

Not to mention the others, Harry himself didn't believe that this question would be followed by an affirmative answer.As he had thought before, Voldemort must have a new plan, one he didn't know about.And after Dumbledore had given him a few special sessions about Voldemort's past experiences, he could only guess that the Dark Lord's invisibility was most likely related to Horcruxes.

"After listening to what you said that night, I suspected that Tom might have realized the harm of Horcruxes." Dumbledore told Harry in the last special session, "and his long absence seems to confirm this. Guess. After all, I can't think of anything else that has held him back for so long."

Harry would like that to be the case, but with the lessons learned from the past, he no longer dared to put Voldemort in a good light. "What if he doesn't, Professor?"

"Then we'll be in big trouble." Dumbledore said, with calm blue eyes, "Tom has moved the Horcruxes; if I could have guessed where they were hiding before, no one can now Know, except himself."

Not finding the Horcruxes means they cannot be killed, which means that Voldemort cannot be killed; then how will they deal with the Dark Lord rising from the dark...

"Harry, are you all right?" came Moody's gruff voice from downstairs.

Shocked, Harry realized he'd been holding a roll of socks for a while. "Come right away!" he yelled, stuffing the rest of the stuff into the box carelessly. After his seventeenth birthday, he would lose all the protection his mother had given him; it would be prudent for neither he nor the Dursleys to stay at number four Privet Drive anymore.

Three minutes later, Harry went downstairs with his suitcase. At the corner of the platform, he saw his aunt's family confronting several members of the Order of the Phoenix in the living room, and the atmosphere was tense.He guessed they might have had a serious disagreement about him, and it wasn't the first time that had happened.

Lupine, who was standing behind, heard the movement and went upstairs to help Harry.Harry took the time to ask him in a low voice, "We're going to headquarters, aren't we?"

Lupine nodded. "Padfoot has been waiting for you for a long time."

Thinking of his godfather lifted Harry's gloomy mood from the summer break. "I don't have to come back here again," he said, a little relieved, "I can always be with him in the future."

Lupine's brown eyes looked at Harry with understanding. "I think it's a good thing for you both," he said curtly, heading down the stairs first.

When the two entered the living room, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. "Very well, Harry," said Moody gruffly, looking at him with black eyes and blue eyes still savagely fixed on Uncle Vernon, "if you don't come down, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it." Stop beating this scum."

Harry cast a wary glance, not too surprised to see that his uncle's face had turned an unprecedented burgundy, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Moody carefully looked at Harry, and after confirming that he was fine, he turned to the two wizards and said, "According to the old plan, Hestia, Dedalus, you two send these three Muggles to the scheduled to the hiding place."

Hestia was a dark-haired witch, and Dedalus was a little man in a lavender top hat.Hearing this, they both nodded solemnly together.

"The others are escorting Harry with me," Moody ordered again. "We need to go in two opposite directions, and we'll have to drive ten miles away before apparating. Piers Thicknesse, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is a difficult man to talk to." Die-hard guy, we better get the transfer done quickly, before he changes his mind and says it's illegal!"

This time everyone nodded together, except Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley.

"Then we'll be leaving first," said Hester, striding to the door. "We'll send you a message when we arrive, Mad-Eye," she said, signaling the Dursleys to move with her eyes.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia began reluctantly to move toward the door, pressured by the larger number of wizards.But Dudley still stood where he was, looking from his parents to Harry with small eyes. "But..." he muttered, "where is he going?"

Harry froze for a moment before realizing Dudley was talking about him. "Do what I'm supposed to do," he shrugged slightly. "Fight Voldemort or something."

Dudley's fat, red face suddenly turned pale. "That's the one... the one in the alley before... I didn't see his face..."

"Yes, that's the black wizard who threatened to feed you to the snake," said Harry, wondering why Dudley wanted to talk about Voldemort now.

"Then..." Dudley said hesitantly, "won't he do something to you?"

"Of course." Harry was stunned as soon as he answered.Was Dudley... concerned about him?

Dudley began to bite his lip, looking even more hesitant. "you……"

The others watched their conversation curiously, but Uncle Vernon was growing impatient. "Go away, Dudley!"

Kodak still didn't move. "You...I..." He seemed to have finally made up his mind, "I mean, you saved my life at that time."

"After all, I can't watch your soul being sucked by a dementor." Harry looked at Dudley in amazement, as if meeting his cousin for the first time.So, the herbal tea placed in front of his room a few days ago was not a prank?

Aunt Petunia, who had been silent until now, suddenly became excited and seemed about to jump on Dudley to praise how sensible her baby was, but Moody interrupted the possibility. "Okay, it's almost time."

Dudley looked at Harry again, and finally moved. "Goodbye, Harry."

"Goodbye, Brother D." Harry grinned and watched Dudley leave.Aunt Petunia was last, her lips squirmed, she hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.But he didn't care - he changed his mind just now, and number four, Privet Drive, wasn't all bad memories.

The transfer process was smooth.Harry arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place on time, and Sirius was already waiting for him. "How's the road going, Harry?" he asked impatiently as soon as he opened the door. "Is everything all right?"

"Fine." Harry nodded, walking quickly to the godfather's side so the others could come in. "Nothing more than having to put up with the wild guesswork of uninformed Muggles."

Sirius grinned. "The last bear, Harry," he said cheerfully, "From today onwards, you can live with me... no, this is your home!" He turned to look at Harry——Harry for nearly a year You've grown so much, you're almost as tall as him—"I've already told Kreacher this. And, I believe, Remus and I have prepared the best bar mitzvah for you, before Bill and Fleur get married .” At the end, he blinked playfully, “The best thing is, the one that even Molly can’t go wrong with.”

"Wonderful," said Harry without hesitation, careful not to look at Sirius' pale skin from years of darkness. "I'm looking forward to it."

As a wanted man, even if the Dark Lord was quiet, Sirius couldn't go out—Harry felt uncomfortable.In fact, after learning of Regulus' true death and the fact that Harry was a Horcrux, Sirius hated his powerlessness so much that he never really felt happy.

If it could make his godfather happy just for a moment, Harry thought heavily, he would do anything.

In fact, Harry didn't need to push himself too hard on the bar mitzvah, because what Sirius said was true.Even if he didn't have a few decent birthdays, Sirius and Lupine had prepared him amazing goodies that he hadn't imagined before.

Ron deliberately expressed his jealousy in a sour tone, and Hermione was moved to tears.

Harry had a great day.Had it not been for the wedding the next day, they would have had an all-night row.Before climbing into bed, Ron finally spotted the gap where Hermione went back to the room, and sneakily slipped a rectangular package to Harry—

Inside was a book with Twelve Winning Ways to Bewitch a Witch written on a pink cover.

Harry couldn't help laughing when he saw the title of the book.Because he was sure that Ron must have used one or two of these methods against Hermione today.He also understood why Ron gave him this—after Cho, he completely lost interest in having a romantic relationship with any girl; An obsolete psychological shadow.

Of course not.In fact, after knowing that he and Voldemort were likely to live and die together, Harry looked at everyone with a depressed feeling that they might not be able to see each other again soon.He didn't say it, but he felt that Ron and Hermione had figured it out, and he deliberately didn't mention it while venting his anger on Qiu.

Thinking of this, the smile on Harry's lips disappeared.He tore off the wrapping paper that came with the book, and just as he opened the cover, he suddenly felt his hand sink—the book that was not too thick suddenly turned into a brick, and it fell down heavily, and the soft book cover also turned into a brick. Hardcover texture.

For a moment, Harry had no idea what was going on.He grasped it reflexively, closed it again, and his eyes widened immediately—the original gaudy pictures disappeared, replaced by a solemn and calm black and gold color scheme; words, the first volume is also marked in Roman numerals below.

"...Encyclopaedia Britannica?" Harry read out in shock, in disbelief.

Ron would never do such a thing, the wizard's child probably never heard of the Encyclopedia Britannica; and neither Diagon Alley nor Knockturn Alley could possibly sell such a thing.Excluding the possibility of making a mistake, the only thing left is——

"You must be missing an Encyclopedia Britannica..."

Harry seemed to hear the understated sarcasm again, and his fingers clenched tightly on the spine of the book.Voldemort is finally back?

The author has something to say:

Welcome to the next volume~

Spoof Little Theater:

lv: I haven't read the book yet and I'm looking for a girlfriend, so memorize this book first!

hp: ……………