[HP] Similar but different

A black hurricane howled out of nowhere above the waves.Its whistling is sharp and frenzied, and wherever it passes, there are violent winds and rains, and the evil waves are raging to the sky.

If Voldemort was extremely angry when he found out that the diary was killed, he is now only a hair away from being truly mad-

In the cliff cave, Slytherin's locket disappeared, leaving only the fake.He didn't even bother to fish it out of the stone basin to know it was fake, and he knew who did it: before entering the cave, he had found the traces of the intruders, and knew that there was a pendant in this place. There are only two people in the box, and a negligible house-elf...

good, very good, excellent!He had a Death Eater who wanted to kill the Dark Lord!

Extreme anger ran through Voldemort's body, scorching his taut nerves viciously.He had to vent it with the greatest strength, summoning a black electric cloud, setting off a huge wave—killing people could no longer satisfy him, he wanted to destroy, he wanted to destroy!

However, he still remembered what he had to do.After the momentary rage of distraction passed, he slammed the secret door in his mind shut.He couldn't let Potter know what was going on - he'd lost yet another Horcrux, which would only make things worse if Dumbledore found out.

Forcing himself to use Occlumency allowed Voldemort to slowly recover from his tyrannical mood.

He began to realize that whoever took the locket would undoubtedly need two of them.The person who drank the Potion of Despair might not die instantly, but there was no way they could easily leave the cave full of Inferi; that person needed a helper.Besides, if the man had the means to destroy the locket, he wouldn't bother to replace it with a fake--the only thing a fake could do was to buy time.

Yes, there are very few things in the world that can destroy a Horcrux... the locket is likely to be fine.

This new idea gave Voldemort some comfort.The tiara was unharmed, he had taken a moment to make sure earlier; the ring was in his pocket, the lozenge against his cold, pale skin through the soft fabric.Now, he just needs to go to work, get the locket back, and confirm the cup...Dumbledore has probably realized that he made multiple Horcruxes, and they are not safe to leave in place...

Voldemort stopped suddenly in mid-air.The high waves under his feet lost their magical support and fell vertically. It looked very weird, but he didn't care. "Reculus Black," he whispered, with the murderous intent that had not completely faded in his musings, "Bellatrix Black, Narcissa Black..."

He realized the key.

Regulus had died not long after he hid the locket, which he hadn't noticed at first, but now it seems, it was no accident.Those who cannot speak Parseltongue cannot open the locket, and Regulus must have been sacrificed for the Potion of Despair.But at that time, the wizarding world was his world. The young Blake was not only a Death Eater himself, but also the people around him were fanatics of black magic. Who could he ask for help?

An astonishing guess looms up.

Voldemort did not believe that anyone would choose between himself and the house-elves to keep the house-elves alive, but the facts were clear that this was the only possibility.In addition, it also meant that he made a big mistake-the house-elf didn't die as he expected; it left, and then followed its young master back to the cave, taking the real locket.

Anti-Apparition spells had been placed inside and outside the cave, and Voldemort had no idea how the house-elf had escaped.But fortunately, it is not difficult to verify his guess.Anyone in the Black family can use the elf, and he has one right now.It seems that Lucius is lucky this time, the Dark Lord still needs a Malfoy...

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, coldly looking at the night lights in the distance.He couldn't think of Muggles at all right now - next, he needed the key to the Lestrange family's Gringotts vault; some punishment he personally admired for the elf who had dared to steal the Dark Lord's relic; , and most importantly, read all the magic he could find about blood and soul, and act after mastering more things.

Almost immediately, a new, larger, and more elaborate plan formed in Voldemort's mind.All the lines are tightly connected together, firm and stable, and they all point to the center of this net at the end——

His destined nemesis, Harry Potter.

**

When Harry opened his eyes again, it was broad daylight.There were murmurs of discussion around him, so he tried to get up——

"Hold on, Harry!" someone yelled worriedly. It was Sirius. "Lie down a little longer?"

Harry shook his head, not too surprised to realize that his scar was completely pain free. "It's okay... I've been out for a long time?" he asked.

Ron and Hermione sat next to his bed, while Moody was striding towards him from the window. "You freaked them both out," he said gruffly. "We're still in a meeting and the kids are making a house demolition."

Hermione blushed, and Ron looked a little nervously at Sirius—after all, 12 Grimmauld Place was the Black family's ancestral home.Sensing the look, Sirius responded with a nod that was clearly approving.

"But you should be all right," said Moody, studying Harry carefully with both eyes. "Personally I think you just fell asleep afterwards... You must have not had a good night's rest the night before."

Harry couldn't deny that.Who can sleep peacefully after encountering Voldemort?Not to mention his racking his brains to figure out why the Dark Lord had stopped.

"So, what the hell happened?" Moody asked again. "Ron and Hermione told me what happened earlier, but what happened last night?"

"The scar hurts." Harry took the glass of water that Sirius handed him, took a sip, and felt the fire in his throat slow down a lot. "After he came back, it flared up much worse than before."

Moody nodded, looking thoughtful. "What does the Dark Lord want this time? Can you feel it?"

Harry tried to remember.He must have seen something, but the pain made his memory fragmented and blurred. "A large piece of black sea water, I don't know where it is," he pondered over the exact words, "He is very angry, he wants to kill someone."

"There is nothing new under the sun." Moody snorted coldly, and then asked: "Then?"

"No more," said Harry's voice inevitably dry. "That's all. I think he must have found some way of stopping me from feeling his thoughts."

Sirius stared at Harry intently. "Occlumency," he said softly, "sounds alike."

Moody stared at Sirius thoughtfully for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Harry. "Rest well, Harry," he assured at last, "we'll get this sorted out."

The retired Auror stomped away, and Harry could hear the old floorboards creak under the weight of his crutches.

"Anyway, it's a good thing if your scar doesn't hurt anymore," said Ron quickly.

"Yeah," said Harry less optimistically, "if there wasn't a third thing that drove Voldemort mad."

"He—You-Know-Who—" Hermione bit her lower lip, "Why is he so angry this time? It sounds almost the same as the night before, maybe a little more?"

Harry thought it was the latter. "Last night, he was in front of me; but last night was not. Considering that the closer he is to me, my reaction will be more violent," he said while subconsciously touching the lightning-shaped scar, "yesterday He must be even angrier tonight."

The three children looked at each other, unable to figure out what could bring Voldemort's anger to a new peak.

"Harry, I have a premonition that this connection of yours is dangerous," Sirius interjected abruptly, bluntly, "I think you should learn Occlumency to avoid being influenced."

Harry was astonished.He had no idea his godfather would say that to him. "But..." he tried to convince the other party, "this is a very useful source of information!" He had always wanted to know about Voldemort's movements, and what could be delivered more quickly and accurately than Voldemort himself?In contrast, he would rather endure the pain!

Sirius was unmoved. "The Order of the Phoenix has its own sources of information, and there's no need to sacrifice it to you," he said, adding, "I think Dumbledore must think so."

Hearing the latter sentence, Ron and Hermione immediately showed a "finished" expression.

It's okay not to mention Dumbledore, but Harry is full of anger when he mentions it. "But Dumbledore didn't tell me anything!" he said angrily, "He also told you not to tell me anything! I'm not a child anymore! You just said the Order of the Phoenix, but I don't even know what the Order of the Phoenix is. Do not know at all!"

"Dumbledore has his reasons." Sirius said seriously, and then patted Harry reassuringly, "But I think, you've been through so much, and you have every right to know the part about you."

That reassured Harry more than anything else. "Really?" He was dubious.

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened in excitement at the same time.Mrs. Weasley had been refusing to tell them anything, using the excuse that they were underage and not in the Order, and preventing others from doing so.

Sirius had clearly guessed what they were thinking. "We'd better hurry up before Molly thinks about Harry." He looked at Harry with bright eyes, "What do you want to know?"

"Why is there no news from Voldemort for the whole holiday?" Harry asked impatiently. "What is he doing?"

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Tsk, you two should be anti to each other ╮(￣▽￣")╭