[HP] Similar but different

Probably aware of this thought, Voldemort left Harry alone after class. "Occlumency tuition, Harry," he demanded straight to the point, "twice a week, the exact time to be determined."

Harry eyed him suspiciously. "What do you mean?" he asked, "first the lessons, then the tutoring...you act like you wish I could learn it quickly."

"Actually, it is." Voldemort smirked back. "Do you remember when we agreed to cut off the two-way connection? Two years later, I'm tired of always making the effort alone."

Uh...Harry was at a loss for words.So far, he may only have had one Occlumency success, given that Voldemort had used the Imperius Curse that time.

Voldemort studied Harry carefully, and suddenly his lips puckered. "Honestly," he said, a little meanly, "I find it hard to believe that Dumbledore's tutoring told you about my past without bothering to strengthen your brain's defenses?"

"It's none of Dumbledore's business!" Harry retorted without thinking.He paused, reluctantly admitting, "I know how to do Occlumency, I just... don't do it well."

Voldemort snorted softly, as if he disliked Harry's subconscious defense of Dumbledore. "Then I suggest you do it quickly," he said firmly, "or all the other seventh graders will have to learn this with you."

"...what?" Harry was taken aback. "You can't...it has nothing to do with other people!"

"I think you just lack motivation, or pressure." Voldemort ignored Harry's objection at all, and continued on his own, "Since neither Snape nor Dumbledore can do it, I have to do it for you myself." Make some."

Harry started to stare at that face again.He wanted to yell back, but Hermione's pre-class reminder stuck stubbornly in his mind. "So you're saying, you'd be happy to help me learn Occlumency?" he asked slowly, increasingly skeptical, "how would it do you any good?"

"It allows me to relax, and at the same time I don't have to worry about someone listening to my thoughts." Voldemort replied immediately, "Isn't it too much to want some private time?"

It was hard for Harry to believe that Voldemort had discussed the issue of not being excessive with him.But they have debated this topic countless times, and it will not help the current situation if it is brought up again. "Okay, I see," he gasped, "start this week?"

"It starts this week," Voldemort affirmed.He must have seen Harry's reluctance, for he said, "Be happy, Harry, it's only good for you, isn't it?"

Harry didn't want to pay him any attention, and turned away.

Ron and Hermione got the news over lunch.Ron was quite worried, because he didn't think it was a good thing to enjoy being seen through by Voldemort again and again.And Hermione thought for a while, and said, "I admit that his manner is annoying, but I also admit that if you can learn Occlumency, it will really only be good for you, Harry."

Harry wasn't surprised she would say that.Hermione had been paying close attention to his Occlumency progress since fifth grade. "I have to learn well this time," he said angrily, "he must know that I don't want you to be dragged down by me!"

Hermione patted the back of his hand reassuringly. "He's really tough, and he seems like a guy who can do it. But Harry, don't put too much pressure on yourself, eh?"

Harry nodded, barely getting over the emotion. "Speaking of which," his previous doubts arose again, "Why on earth did he insist that I learn Occlumency?"

"That's what worries me the most," said Hermione, looking solemnly at Harry with brown eyes. "Do you remember the time when you were able to receive his thoughts in your sleep until he used Occlumency on you?" ?”

"Yeah," said Harry, not understanding what Hermione was trying to say, "but what does that have to do with now?"

"Because your brain's defense is the weakest in sleep, you can receive it. Or when you have just been read by Legilimency and your mood fluctuates violently..." Hermione listed them one by one, "But when you are far away, you will It’s hard to feel his influence anymore.”

Ron, who was listening, still looked confused, but Harry felt that he caught what Hermione was suggesting. "Are you saying..." he said slowly, "we're both in school, and being so close might strengthen that connection?"

"Yes." Hermione affirmed, "It is said in the book that the complex time and space will weaken the connection. Not only the distance will be shortened, but now Hogwarts's heavy protective magic can't be isolated between you."

That made sense, Harry admitted, but he also had to point out another point: "Did he never mention Occlumency when he tricked me into trying to get the soul tablet back in fifth year?"

"Probably because it wasn't necessary then, and things have changed now." Hermione bit her lip and said, "I believe that if Dumbledore's guess about his recovery of the Horcruxes is correct, the few remaining pieces of his soul Mutual perception will be strengthened. In turn, this can also explain why he didn't notice the death of the diary back then."

Harry's mouth fell open unconsciously.Because it occurred to him that when Voldemort's fingers touched him, he seemed to read some thoughts that were flying by and not his own.

This could be true, how could a wizard use Occlumency on himself, even with split soul pieces... Voldemort must have known this, and asked him to do that...

In other words, only Harry who has learned Occlumency can truly isolate the minds of the two of them...Conversely, if he grabs Voldemort's hand, or directly touches any piece of the other's skin, he may use Soul connection to read each other's thoughts?

"...Harry, Harry? Did you think of anything?" Hermione asked repeatedly, quite worried.

Harry snapped back to his senses. "No," he said vaguely, "you're right, Hermione, I'll try."

Ron nodded vigorously, though he might not have figured out what he was agreeing with; Hermione was still looking worriedly at Harry.Harry was now extremely thankful that neither of them knew Legilimency, as he was sure that neither Ron nor Hermione wanted to know about his new plan that was just taking shape.

In the afternoon, they had a Charms lesson first, followed by herbs.Like Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout also spent half an hour emphasizing the importance of the NEWTs exam, chanting until their ears were callused.The rest of the time, they'll be fertilizing the mushrooms, but it's not wise to get close while that thing is spraying poison.

After leaving the greenhouse, everyone smelled like moon idiot feces. "...I kind of agree with Colin now," said Ron, looking down, sniffing at his robes, "You-Know-Who might really be a good professor—at least he doesn't talk nonsense, and he doesn't talk You act like you just fished out of the toilet."

Hermione dismissed the assessment. "It depends on what he plans to teach next." But she also rolled up her sleeves and sniffed, wrinkling her nose, "I think we'd better..."

"I have to go to the third floor first," Harry said quickly, "otherwise we won't be able to find him later."

"Are you going to find him?" Ron suddenly forgot the smell on his body, and looked extremely surprised, "Why?"

"A time," Harry explained curtly, "I don't want to be cramming for Occlumency at team tryouts."

Harry is the captain of the Gryffindor College Quidditch team, and the selections are usually arranged in the evening or weekend of the first week of school. "You're right," Ron was immediately convinced, and muttered in a low voice, "at least get this done first..."

But Hermione seemed to think things were not that easy. "Even though nothing happened in class, he's still You-Know-Who," she suggested nervously. "Be careful, Harry. Or shall we go with you?"

The look on Ron's face showed that he thought it was better for him to stay as far away from Voldemort as possible, and Harry didn't want anyone else following him. "I can do this by myself," he reassured Hermione, "after all, as you said, he's the more eager one now, isn't he? Well, I guess I have to hurry..." He scrawled at them both. With a wave of his hand, he turned around and rushed towards the castle as fast as he could.

Looking at Harry's back, Hermione was worried. "Should be all right, Ron?"

"I don't think so," said Ron uncertainly, "Dumbledore's still in the castle after all!"

Dumbledore's name made Hermione relax a little.She took out her wand and said Whirlwind Sweep and Refresh to herself and Ron's clothes.After doing this, she raised her head and searched for Harry—that figure was speeding past the others. "I hope he's doing well..."

On the other end, Harry rushed up to the third floor in one breath, panting.Presumably he had come just in time, as there were no students in the corridor and Voldemort was closing the office door with his back to him.Hearing the movement, the man turned his head, his eyebrows raised a questioning arc slightly. "Harry?"

Harry regretted a little, why couldn't he go faster.Then he'd probably be able to see what Voldemort was doing with the lock... "I've got something to do," he said, still panting with his hands on his knees. "You said tuition time is pending?"

"Oh, this." Voldemort turned completely to face him. "What do you suggest?"

"How about tomorrow night and Sunday?" Harry said out his deliberated time, "I have to make sure I have time to do my homework, and there's usually Quidditch practice on Saturdays."

Voldemort nodded casually. "If it's your decision, yes." He chuckled, as if the phrase homework reminded him of something, "You actually started to arrange your own schedule, it's a gratifying progress, congratulations. "

Harry knew he should have glared at the taunt, but he was very guilty of remembering those long, sharp "Ds" and how he mustn't meet Voldemort's eyes at this juncture. "'Wish you were more than tall' - isn't that what you said?"

Voldemort smiled again, seeming to accept that it was Harry's bluntness.He didn't say anything more, just walked towards Harry.

Harry knew that the opponent's target should be the landing or the window behind him, and what he wanted was the opportunity for the opponent to pass by him--meeting Voldemort's hand was the most likely to succeed--

When they were less than a step away, Harry shot without thinking.But as soon as he touched the cuff of the opponent's black robe, a strong force came from the upper part of the wrist.Before he realized that he was pressed against the wall with his hands behind his back, he had already heard the violent rubbing sound of his bones, and the sharp pain of dislocation hit his brain.

"You..." Harry hissed, struggling desperately. "let me go!"

"Let go of you? So you can continue your little tricks?" said Voldemort slowly, softly, the exact opposite of how hard he had restrained Harry. "You don't really think I'm going to let you do whatever you want Is it okay, Harry?"

The rough stone walls ached the side of Harry's face.He tried to kick Voldemort again, also in vain. "How do you know what I want to do?" he retorted, his voice muffled by the squeezed chest, "or are you implying that my guess is right? As long as I can touch you, you will be in front of me." Is there nothing to hide?"

"Perhaps," Voldemort replied casually.He lowered his body and whispered softly behind Harry's ear: "But it's useless if you know, because I won't let you succeed."

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the smugness written all over that face.He couldn't help feeling angry, and turned his head vigorously without thinking about it—with a bang, his lips firmly pressed against an equally soft but cold place——

Is this a fucking kiss?

Unbelievably, both of them saw extreme fright in each other's wide-eyed eyes, as well as themselves in the same extreme fright.

The author has something to say:

No Responsibility Parody Theater:

LV: You took my first kiss, you are responsible for me, Harry.

HP: ...what? !That was your first kiss? !