[HP] Similar but different

Ron temporarily lived at 12 Grimmauld Place, to make room for Fleur's family; Hermione stayed.Early the next morning, the three of them went to the Burrow together.

Harry didn't want others to worry too much, so he planned to ask Dumbledore about the situation first.For this reason, he pretended to be casual and asked Mrs. Weasley when the invited members of the Order of the Phoenix would come.After getting the answer that all the guests would arrive by three o'clock in the afternoon, he was slightly relieved and joined Ron and Hermione in making the final preparations for the wedding.

After lunch time, Dumbledore, whom Harry missed, sat in the headmaster's office, quietly staring at the door, as if he was waiting for someone.But after a while, the sound of the dripping stone beast turning came from outside, and then the door opened.

A man with black hair and black eyes walked in slowly.It was a fine day, and the bright afternoon light cast mixed shadows under his browbones and on the sides of his nose.Without the precipitation of a long time, the things in those eyes would never exist, but his handsome face made him look no more than 30 years old.

Dumbledore's gaze rested on that face as well. "Good afternoon, Tom," he said easily. "Sit down."

Except for the time, this opening statement is almost exactly the same as the last time they met here.Voldemort was silent, and sat down on the chair again.He knew that there were many portraits on the wall and couldn't restrain his shock, but he ignored them just like his eyes when he first entered the door.

Dumbledore was not affected by this deliberate silence. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked with a smile.

Voldemort glanced in the direction of what had been the wine cabinet - where now the cabinet holding the Pensieve stood. "Thank you so much, but I don't want wine."

"I agree, it's too early to drink," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "Iced canyon water might be more suitable..." He waved his wand, and there was an extra glass of water in front of both of them.

Voldemort lifted the glass to his hand and took a sip.His eyes flicked from the scarred wand back to Dumbledore. "I'm back again," he said bluntly, in a flat tone, "to apply for the position that Professor Dippet said I was too young to hold. I have come to ask you to allow me to return to this castle to teach, although you last time rejected me."

"This is a little troublesome. After all, what Hogwarts lacks is a Potions professor..." Dumbledore said softly, with his fingertips facing each other behind the cup, "Or?"

"Severus will apply to you for reassignment to his old teaching post later," said Voldemort dryly.

Dumbledore didn't look surprised. "Of course, Severus will do as you ask. But I wonder, if I still don't want to hire you, will Severus suffer some kind of curse?"

Voldemort remained expressionless. "I can't guarantee that," he said dryly. "If a man knows what he's doing, he should know the probable end."

"I see." Dumbledore nodded, and continued to look at Voldemort opposite him from above the cup, and suddenly changed the topic: "I thought you didn't like this face, just like you don't like your name?"

"Just the Transfiguration Charm," replied Voldemort, sarcasm in his voice for the first time. "Students are timid after all, aren't they?" He avoided the question of names.

But Dumbledore looked more interested. "So you've prepared in advance so as not to scare my students?" he asked curiously. "May I ask who brought this to your attention? After all, you've never acted like that before." So sweet?"

The description of "caring" made Voldemort frown, and he was disgusted. "Just because I don't appreciate it doesn't mean I don't know what mortals think." He replied flatly, a little annoyed, "Also, why do you pretend to admire me? You and I both know it's pointless. "

Dumbledore was not offended.On the contrary, his tone was indeed kind, bordering on admiration. "Before is not now, Tom. I have reason to believe that you have noticed many new things in the past two years that you have previously ignored. This may require me to take back what I said earlier, but I am more than happy to do so."

Voldemort stared at Dumbledore for a moment, seeming to gauge the sincerity behind Dumbledore's words. "New things?" He suddenly raised his hand, but not his wand. "You and Grindelwald, have you never found this?"

This is an interrogative sentence, but there is no doubt in the tone, and it is mostly mocking.And seeing the thick gold ring exposed from under the cover of the sleeve, Dumbledore's steady eyes flickered slightly. "Maybe you noticed a little more than I thought," he said, with a slight sigh.

"No." Voldemort's tone was still mocking, "Maybe I'm still as ignorant as you said before, but I just figured out why the Pig's Head Bar can't stay, and why you rejected the nomination of the Minister of Magic three times."

Both of them understood the implication, and Dumbledore closed his eyes. "I thought you'd never care what happened to anyone else, no matter who it was."

"Not concern, Dumbledore," said Voldemort wryly, reverting to his unemotional tone, "just a necessary investigation."

"Ah, that's right, investigate." Dumbledore said softly, and there was a hint of that in his tone, "That mark will lead you to the tombstone in Godric's Hollow... Besides, I guess you have seen Harry come from invisible How many times do you get out from under your clothes?"

This may be completely confused for others to hear, but Voldemort is not among them now.

The Deathly Hallows, consisting of a wand of invincibility, a gemstone capable of summoning the souls of the dead, and finally, a perfect cloak of invisibility that never wears off.The Invisibility Cloak had little appeal to him or a wizard like Dumbledore, and he was sure that Dumbledore would most likely want the Resurrection Stone more than the Elder Wand.

So he took it on purpose.As for the elder wand, that was one of the reasons - one of the reasons - he wanted to go to Hogwarts.

"Your rhetoric about necessity sounds quite familiar. Do you say that to everyone, Tom?" Dumbledore stopped talking about the Deathly Hallows.

Voldemort frowned again. "What exactly do you want to say?" He lowered the corner of his mouth slightly. "Couldn't you just say openly that you suspect that Harry Potter has influenced me in some way?"

"I'm glad you brought it up yourself." Dumbledore said, picked up the cup, and took a sip of water, "In this case, can I hear your point of view on this?"

"He did open up my mind, and I thank him." Voldemort threw out the answer he had prepared long ago, "but there is no more. In fact, I want to reiterate that I hope Start my new research on your famous point of view."

"Love is stronger than anything," said Dumbledore, taking another sip of water, but his gaze fell on Voldemort for a moment. "Why do you think Hogwarts can give you the answer?"

"Because you're here, aren't you?" replied Voldemort, dryly. "I entrust myself and my talents to you, to be at your command. And you let me come back, as I share what I have learned with the students." share what you've learned with me?"

Dumbledore put down his glass. "Last time I wish I could have heard that last sentence from you," he said, with a look of sadness on his face, "but at the same time I have to admit that if I could change your mind, I probably would have done it long ago, and I don't need to. Wait until today."

Voldemort was silent for a moment. "Is this another refusal, Dumbledore?" he asked coldly.

Dumbledore didn't answer right away.He looked Voldemort up again - the head-to-toe way - and asked: "What are you going to do with the prophecy? You've had it for a while, and I think you'll have a good answer for me?"

"If I say I don't take it seriously, you won't believe it." Voldemort's tone was still cold, "So my answer is the same as before-I am willing to try to find the power that I don't know, see See if it is really stronger than mine, and if it can really conquer me; but whether it succeeds or not, and what the future holds, I cannot predict."

"That's been very frank for you, good." Dumbledore stared deeply at Voldemort. "I think I have to give you this chance, after all..." He didn't continue, but changed the topic: "But before I really make a decision, I have to consult the opinion of the other party."

Voldemort returned a determined, albeit small, nod. "Harry already knows. I guess he'll be talking to you soon."

For the first time since the conversation began, Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Harry already knew? Did I make a mistake, and you were the first to inform him when you came back?"

"After all, it's up to him and me to settle the matter together, and no one else can get in the way," said Voldemort, his face more masked than ever before. "Even you can't deny that. And, in the end, I've done the hard part for you, haven't I?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment. "Yes," he said, his blue eyes peeking out from behind his half-moon glasses, quiet and composed, "do you still think us idiots are acting as you'd expect us to be about weaknesses?"

Voldemort pursed his lips.Somewhere in his heart had already given an affirmative reply, but he remained silent.

Dumbledore didn't really seem to need an answer either. "Anyway, I do hope you can get to the bottom of this." He paused, then asked casually, "One last question—where are your servants?"

"I'll carry on without them." Voldemort gave an answer that was much the same as it had been all those years ago, except he didn't bother to correct that it wasn't a servant.

"Oh, Tom..." Dumbledore laughed suddenly.It was a real smile, the kind that made Voldemort upset when he saw it.

There was silence for a while, until Phoenix Fox uttered a crisp cry.

"The time has come," said Dumbledore cheerfully, "I have a wedding to attend. If you will..."

"Of course not." Voldemort avoided the interruption for fear of being too late, and got up at the same time. "I'm waiting for good news."

Dumbledore stared at him again. "Are you so sure that Harry will agree?"

By this time, Voldemort had turned and walked towards the door.Hearing this, he turned his head. "Yes," he slightly curled his lips, "as long as he understands, I'm here for him."

Dumbledore said nothing until the door opened and closed again.He was sure Voldemort had made some changes, and Harry had never shirked his responsibility; but could he really let Harry deal with Voldemort himself?

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There are a lot of foreshadowing, explain later~