[HP] Similar but different

On his first night at Hogwarts, Harry was overwhelmed by other people's enthusiastic chatter about the new Defense Against Magic professor.Some people wondered why Snape was willing to give up the teaching job he was thinking about, but it was not attractive in comparison.

When Harry awoke on Monday morning, the window panes were already stained with the golden light of dawn.Not surprisingly, he didn't sleep well, and even had a mess of dreams all night.He basically didn't remember the content, except for a familiar picture of a red-eyed monster completely occupying his body.

Harry got up, shook his head, fumbled for his glasses from the bedside table and put them on.The Dark Lord's appearance was the biggest topic of discussion, something he hadn't expected at all.Compared with Lockhart before, he was very suspicious, the girls will definitely be crazier this time——

After all, Voldemort is not Lockhart's kind of idiot who can only forget about it; with his charming appearance and strong strength, how can he not be popular on campus?

"I'm not bragging, Harry, I've always been able to charm people as much as I wanted."

Harry's head suddenly rang out what Tom Riddle had said to him in the Chamber of Secrets.He was shocked and angry at that time, and he was only focused on refuting Riddle, but didn't think deeply.In retrospect, young Voldemort really didn't brag about himself.Look at how many hearts and admirations Voldemort has gained in just one dinner - even though they don't know it - ah!

Harry had to start wondering if this was better than causing panic throughout the school.Soon, he realized that the two situations were so close that there was no need to compare them.It's better to be obsessed with black devil hair than to lose your life, he thought gloomily, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and started rummaging through his schoolbag for the timetable.

From the sixth grade, there are only five courses left for Harry to take, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration and Herbalism.To sum it up in one sentence, it is all the courses needed to be an Auror.

Harry didn't know how Voldemort would judge this any more than he knew how Defense Against the Dark Arts would be performed on Tuesday and Friday.He stared at the small print for a while in a daze, and finally resolved to give up useless speculation.With no classes all morning, he planned to go to Hagrid first.

When Harry and Ron had finished their breakfast and walked to the edge of the pumpkin patch behind the castle, they found the hunting grounds hut tightly shut.The two looked at each other strangely, and Ron asked inexplicably, "Isn't he still up?"

Harry shook his head and knocked on the door.After two rings, the door opened, and a pair of black eyes cautiously peeked out through the slit. "...Who?" he asked harshly, his eyes falling on Harry, "Oh, it's you, come in, come in..."

As soon as the two walked in, Hagrid closed the door tightly, as if afraid that there was something bad outside.Harry glanced at Ron again, not too surprised to find that Ron was less surprised than before.

On one side of the wooden table was a shallow plate with half a rock cake on it.Ya Ya sat contentedly lying beside the bottomless food bowl, and saw them coming in, only wagging his tail lazily twice.

"Sit down, you guys," Hagrid called, a little distracted, "I'll get you something to eat..."

Harry still remembered the ominous creaking of his molars the last time he ate rock pie, and hurriedly said, "No, Ron and I just had breakfast." He looked at the half-giant, "It's you, why don't you go?" What about eating in the auditorium? We didn't see you last night?"

"No...not going," Hagrid's eyes flickered, trying to hide his sudden stammer, "I'd be fine eating in the house, wouldn't I?"

Harry and Ron exchanged another look.No doubt Hagrid had an impression of the youthful Voldemort's looks, and was therefore intimidated by the new Professor who looked alike (and was, in fact, the same person).

"Wouldn't it be nice to eat with us?" Harry asked tentatively.

"That...maybe..." Hagrid scratched his head as he walked around the two of them, and then sat down heavily on his big chair. "Why are you two alone today? Where's Hermione?"

This topic change is too rigid, anyone can see it. "She has Ancient Rune lessons in the morning." Harry said, also picked a chair and sat down, and went straight to the point. "Don't you like the new professor, Hagrid?"

The expression of the half-giant froze instantly behind the bushy beard. "Of course not," he retorted immediately, but his tone was obviously insincere, "Professor Roald is...very good, I mean."

"Your words don't sound very good," Ron pointed out.

Hagrid froze again.Two seconds later, he clapped his hands hard to cover up. "I'm just a little worried," he said vaguely, "but it's impossible...not the right age...and neither is Dumbledore...I must be thinking too much..." At the end, his voice almost dropped down to the ground.

Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief.It might be bad to hide, but it was better for Hagrid not to know.At the same time, he was a little suspicious, did Voldemort deliberately use a young face?Just to prevent yourself from being targeted?

"By the way, Harry," Hagrid seemed to think of something suddenly, "what do you think of the new professor?"

Now Ron was staring at Harry too.Under the gaze of the four eyes, Harry could only shrug his shoulders: "I don't know. We won't have his class until tomorrow."

Hagrid sighed heavily.After a while, he said seriously: "You guys had better not mention that name again."

"What name?" Ron asked curiously.But he understood when the words came out - what name in the wizarding world could not be mentioned?

"Why?" Harry wondered. "Dumbledore said that too, didn't he?"

"Dumbledore may be all right, he's a powerful wizard after all," said Hagrid, still serious, "but the rest of us are different."

Harry didn't press further.Because he could see that Hagrid was serious and there was no point in arguing.After chatting for another half an hour, the two left the hut.

Looking back to see the tightly closed door behind him again, Ron said to Harry in a low voice, "He's still skeptical, isn't he?"

Harry nodded curtly. "I just don't understand," he asked inexplicably after climbing up the hill, "why doesn't he allow us to call that name under the circumstances? Doesn't that make us fear him?"

Ron was also confused. "I do not know……"

"Maybe Hagrid wouldn't have said that if he knew that the new Professor was indeed the man," said Harry again, a little darkly, "though I hope he never has to..." It would be nice to know, or, after the end, to know.

Before he finished speaking, Harry saw Malfoy who had just come out of the castle gate.Crabbe and Goyle followed Malfoy with low eyebrows, as if they were going to the lake.

Noticing Harry's pause, Ron turned his head, his face hardened.Harry was also ready to fight, or even fight, but Malfoy only gave him a sinister look, and then went down the other side of the hill with his chin raised.

"...What's the situation?" Ron was stunned when he said, "I see you as a charity at a glance." "Did they take the wrong medicine today?"

Harry stopped and looked at the three figures from behind. "I don't believe they changed it all of a sudden..." He was thoughtful, "Ron, do you think Malfoy got some new orders? After all, he wouldn't give up such a great opportunity for no reason?"

No one around really was the perfect time to pick a fight, and several times they pulled their wands.In fact, the atmosphere of the last time the two groups met had nothing to do with a happy-Nat relationship.

"He may indeed know something. For example, the new professor is a mysterious person." Ron agreed, but he was also confused. "But what do you mean by the new order?"

"Malfoy is of age, isn't he?" said Harry thoughtfully, without looking away. "If Voldemort was willing to give him that mark, he'd be a Death Eater."

Ron was taken aback. "...Is that impossible? Death Eaters?" he said incredulously, "but Malfoy hasn't graduated yet? I mean, the You-Know-Who may indeed have the heart to recruit new Death Eaters, but it's too early gone?"

Harry didn't speak for a moment.He was sure Voldemort's first requirement for a Death Eater was adulthood, but he wasn't sure if graduation was one of the conditions.In any case, it was no surprise that the Malfoy family had an extra Death Eater. "Don't you think Crabbe and Goyle treat Malfoy more..." He tried hard to describe, "Kowtow? If Malfoy has that mark, they will naturally listen to him!"

"I don't see any difference between them and sixth grade," Ron shook his head vigorously, still in disbelief. "Forget about Malfoy."

The two continued to walk towards the castle.As soon as he stepped through the oak door, Ron thought of another thing: "Could it be that Hagrid will never come to the auditorium to eat as long as the mysterious man is around?"

Harry recovered from his conjecture and frowned. "Maybe not," he said after thinking, not particularly sure, "I don't think... he doesn't seem like a person who is willing to eat in the auditorium."

It turns out that Harry's guess was right.They didn't see Voldemort at the staff table at breakfast; neither did they at lunch.Hermione finished class 2 minutes early, and Ron hurriedly told her what happened in the morning.

But before Hermione could speak, the other students poured into the Great Hall.Colin Creevey saw that there was still an empty seat next to Harry, so he hurried over to sit down and greeted Harry warmly: "Hi, Harry!"

Five years later, Harry still hadn't gotten used to Colin's admiration for him.Fortunately, now Colin is no longer holding a camera to take pictures of him. "Hi." He replied politely.

With just one word, a bright smile bloomed on Colin's face. "It was really good," he said cheerfully, pulling himself a plate of lemon meringue pie. "I've never had such a good class!"

Hearing this, Harry's heart skipped a beat. "What's your class in the morning?" He asked tentatively.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Colin, pleased that Harry wanted to talk to him, "I guess we must be the first ones to take it—not the first but the first ones in the school—" His eyes lit up with excitement, " Professor Roald's lectures are more exciting than all the previous professors! It's unimaginable! I can't believe it!"

The attention of the other two was also attracted. "How do you say it?" Ron interjected, looking quite hesitant, "How... a good way?"

Seeing the three of Harry looking at him, Colin scratched his short hair, a little embarrassed. "Professor Roald said that the content of the improvement class is different from other grades, and the seventh grade will be more advanced than the sixth grade. I can't guess what you will learn, but I think it will be better!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows high at this, and both Harry and Ron were suspicious.Ginny also sat down at this time, and Ron immediately asked her for confirmation.

"Basically, Colin is right." Ginny replied after listening.She is much calmer than Colin.

"...Your tone doesn't sound right?" Ron asked suspiciously.

Ginny looked at the empty seat on the teacher's bench. "Because I don't like him very much," she shrugged slightly, looking away, "I can't say why, it's weird..." She weighed the honey pudding and grilled steak on the table, and finally gave He took a piece of fruit bread by himself, "After all, he looks much better than the previous professors, doesn't he?"

Ron and Hermione, who knew the reason, were careful not to look at Harry, and a drop of cold sweat broke out on Harry's back.He couldn't help but think of the situation when he just entered the secret room——

In the dimly lit room, between the feet of the huge stone sculpture, lay face down a small figure in a black robe...He turned her over anxiously, and found that the little girl had her eyes closed and her body was cold...

A tall, dark-haired boy was leaning against the nearest stone pillar, watching him.The boy's outline was vague and strange, as if Harry was looking at him through a window that was foggy...

Ginny was supposed to hate Voldemort, even if she didn't recognize him... Harry was terrified and grateful at the same time.

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Note, the penultimate two or three paragraphs basically quote the heir of Slytherin in Chapter 17 of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets"