[HP] Similar but different

Unsure of exactly what was going on, Harry didn't intend to tell anyone about the odd feeling just yet.In addition, he also found that when they saw each other more than a year later, neither of them seemed unfamiliar-even if they hadn't known each other well before.

That was hardly a good sign, given that he would probably have to keep trying to get words out of Voldemort.

If I have to talk about the bad part, it's probably the difficulty of the cliché, and the fact that he had to endure the blind pursuit and enthusiasm of other students while enduring the Dark Lord as their professor.

In this regard, Ron was more difficult to accept than Harry, and only Hermione remained rational.She was still saying to Harry the next morning as they walked to the third-floor classroom: "He's probably trying to provoke you, but you have to calm down, Harry. He's not Snape—I mean, He might not have done it as obviously as Snape, but his methods are definitely better. If you fall for it easily, there are far more serious consequences."

Harry felt that just the curiosity and anticipation of the students around him was enough to make him angry. "I know," he said through his teeth, "I'll try not to let him succeed."

Ron muttered something, like "It would be reasonable if Harry did hex him".

Hermione raised an eyebrow when she heard that. "Are you kidding, Ron?" she asked in a "You're probably crazy" tone, "Competition with the most dangerous Dark wizard ever?"

Harry was grateful that she kept her voice low enough for the rest of the sentence. "That doesn't sound like a good idea," he said dryly. "I promise, Hermione, I'll play it by ear. There's no way he's going to do what he wants to do at school, in front of a lot of people." , isn't it?"

Hermione wanted to say something more, but the back door of the classroom was in front of her eyes, so she kept her mouth shut.After entering, the three of them were very surprised to find that students from other colleges had already arrived.The best spot for class is full, with the back of Malfoy's sleek head right in the middle.

"...Obviously they all know who they're going to have lessons with." Hermione froze for half a second, then said angrily. The NEWTs improvement class was taken by the four colleges together, but when she said "they", she was clearly referring to it.

Harry knew why she was upset - the front row was always reserved for good students like Hermione. "I thought you were more concerned that they had books."

"What?" Ron and Hermione said together in surprise.

When they got to the left side of the third row, the two finally saw what Harry said clearly——Draco Malfoy and Theodore Knott both had a parchment-bound booklet in front of them .They looked amazingly thin, plain, and devoid of writing.

"That's not fair!" Ron gritted his teeth angrily. "I'm not saying I'm expecting a book that's probably about the Dark Arts, but why do they have it and we don't?"

Hermione looked around as she sat down, taking care not to make her movements too obvious. "They seem to be the only ones," she said researchingly. "Not Blaise Zabini? And the Slytherin girl?"

"Obviously no need to think," Harry whispered back, barely moving his lips. "It's only for Death Eater children. Zabini's mother doesn't look like a Death Eater, does she?"

The three exchanged glances briefly.

Mrs. Sabine was a famous and beautiful witch who had been married seven times, each husband died strangely and left her a large sum of Galleons.Because of his family's wealth and his acquaintance with many important figures, Blaise Zabini, like Harry and Hermione, was often invited to Professor Slughorn's small gatherings in the sixth grade.

"Malfoy and Nott didn't make it to the Slug Club," Ron remembered, "if Mrs. Sabine had been a Death Eater, I don't think Slughorn would have been interested in her son. "

Harry thought the analysis was sound.He kept looking over at the Slytherins, noticing that Malfoy and Nott weren't looking at them at all, they didn't seem to notice anyone else's presence at all, and that the tall, dark-skinned Zabini was wearing a skeptical expression. Look at their backs.

Sure enough, not all Slytherins knew anything... Maybe Nott became a Death Eater too?

Anyway, it now appears that Voldemort had at least one order to keep the news secret?

Harry knew that Crabbe and Goyle's father was a Death Eater, but he figured that if Crabbe and Goyle were Death Eaters too, he would be able to laugh at the Dark Lord's stare.

Then again, what is that brochure?

Just as Harry was guessing aimlessly, it was time for class.One second, the students were still looking at the door of the classroom, but the next second they found that their new professor was already standing on the podium, and they couldn't help but gasped in unison. "...how did he get in?"

Voldemort didn't bother to respond to the shock.He pulled out a piece of parchment that looked like a student list, but didn't bother to read it because he put it aside.Then, his calm eyes swept across the class, Harry (for no longer than the others), and finally gliding around Malfoy and Nott's table. "Good morning, everyone," he said, "I guess I don't need to introduce myself anymore?"

He was answered with a wave of nods, and murmurs of approval.

When they all calmed down, Voldemort continued: "I guess I don't need to stress the importance of NEWTs to you - the other professors must have ensured that you have it firmly engraved in your head, eh?"

There was a little laughter in the classroom, and Harry saw Ernie MacMillan nodding solemnly.

The exam seemed to hit Hermione somewhere. "Sir, since the exam is so important, why don't we have even a textbook?" She tried her best to sound normal and natural.

The students all agreed with each other, and seemed even more curious.Malfoy and Nott turned their heads sideways, staring at Hermione with a mixture of disdain and complacency.

But Voldemort was not at all surprised. "In my class, you just need to understand what I have to say," he said quietly, "because when it comes to understanding the Dark Arts, there is no book in the world that can surpass me."

There was another sound of gasping for air, much louder than before.Harry knew why: it sounded pretentious.The Patil sisters, who were eyeing their new professor excitedly, looked skeptical, though Harry thought they probably didn't particularly care about it.

Hermione opened her mouth and closed it again, annoyed - she hadn't expected Voldemort to be so blunt.

"Do you mean that there is no one in the world who can beat you, Professor?" Michael Corner asked immediately.He didn't notice Hermione's reaction; and from the tone, he might be about to mention Dumbledore - or, at the other extreme, Gilderoy Lockhart.

Without looking at Malfoy's and Nott's expressions, Harry knew that they must be glaring at Connor for their disrespectful attitude.To be honest, the Dark Lord's attainments in black magic are of course the pinnacle, and the title of the most dangerous dark wizard in history is not for nothing.Therefore, he can only pray secretly now that his classmates will not be too reckless.

Voldemort didn't seem to care. "I'm not bragging, so far, I really haven't found anyone with stronger black magic than me." When he said this, he deliberately ignored Kona who was obviously not convinced, "This is also a kind of capital, about teaching How do you defend against it."

As he said that, he took out the snake pattern wand and waved it, and the originally rectangular classroom immediately turned into a circle.He waved his wand again, and this time all the desks spontaneously formed a circle, leaving an open space in the middle.

Suddenly changed positions, the students did not react, their eyes subconsciously followed his steps towards the center.

"All theories come from practice, and will all be attributed to practice." Voldemort stood still at the center of the circle, and stated without emotion, "The first element in actual combat is to first judge the enemy's action intention. Can anyone tell me , how to do this quickly?"

Harry felt that no one present was more qualified to answer that question than he. "Legiliency." He said forcefully.

All heads turned to him together.Most were surprised that Hermione wasn't the first to answer this time, and that Harry didn't raise his hand.Ron was a little panicked, and Hermione seemed ready to grab him at any moment.As for Malfoy and Nott, there was a slight look of interest in their eyes.

"Correct," said Voldemort softly, his eyes actually resting on Harry for the first time since class. "So, Harry, what is the most important thing to make it happen?"

"Eye contact." Harry's tone was still stiff, and he stared at the man right and wrong.What the hell is Voldemort trying to do?Reminiscent of the conversation yesterday evening, could it be...

"That's right." Voldemort agreed softly. "And how to fight it?"

Harry had almost guessed what the Dark Lord was up to.Of course Legilimency couldn't be part of the Hogwarts study curriculum, so... "Are you going to teach us Occlumency?" He was so surprised that he forgot to answer the question.

"Lesson one, exactly." Voldemort gave a smile that could almost be described as satisfaction. "Ten points for Gryffindor."

Wait... add ten points? !

Harry grew shocked, eyes widening.He had to think the fact that the Dark Lord gave Gryffindor points was more incredible than Voldemort's inclusion of Occlumency in Defense Against the Dark Arts.Isn't this Voldemort a fake?

Ron and Hermione were no less surprised than Harry, while Malfoy and Nott looked like they had a particularly bitter piece of balsam pear stuck in their throats.

When everyone lined up as required and was about to try to resist Legilimency and cast spells one by one, Ron finally found a chance and whispered to Harry quietly: "Is what Dumbledore told you true? No offense, but if Really that person, he should be the same as Snape, wishing to deduct all our points?"

"If only I knew." Harry said a little annoyed.He was sure they had had a bad conversation yesterday, but Voldemort didn't seem to be affected in the least.Not only that, but the other party seemed to be planning something new.It was almost an overture...but why was Voldemort overtures to him?For the kind of energy that none of them can figure out?

When it was Harry's turn, he hadn't figured it out.Before him, Parvati Patil was asked to think less about things that had nothing to do with the course, she blushed suspiciously; Ron was too nervous and scared, Voldemort lacked interest, and quickly called the next one; and Michael As for Connor, Voldemort suggested with a smile that he should go out and turn left and go downstairs, because Connor's girlfriend was not in this classroom, and the audience roared with laughter.

Hardly anyone could resist, let alone fight back, Harry was not surprised but also strangely relieved.After all, although Voldemort had never been stingy with his use of Legilimency, it would have been a shame to say what he was thinking in public.

Voldemort did not make things difficult for Harry.Hermione followed Harry, her face flushed a little as if she was trying to hold back her emotions.Harry didn't know what Voldemort saw in her head, or if he didn't, but the Dark Lord let her go without saying anything.

Draco Malfoy was the last one.Fully exposed to Voldemort's sight, his body stiffened a little.

"You have some basics," Voldemort said before he had been staring at him for less than two seconds. "You've learned it, Draco?"

Malfoy quickly replied, "Yes, I've been studying for almost a year."

"So..." Voldemort nodded thoughtfully. "Compared to some people who have been in contact for double time and still can't control their emotions, you've done pretty well." He paused. "Ten points for Slytherin."

Malfoy's face was filled with joy, and he walked back to his seat in high spirits.All the while, he kept staring at Harry defiantly.

But Harry didn't see it.Because when he heard "someone who's been around double time and still can't control his emotions," he knew it was talking about him.It turned out that Voldemort was waiting for him here... He gritted his teeth and thought viciously, the previous doubts about the authenticity of the Dark Lord were swept away——

Isn't that just Occlumency?He didn't believe he couldn't learn it!

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