[HP] Similar but different

Harry couldn't escape Hermione's cross-examination in the end.At noon on Wednesday, he had to admit to her that he and Voldemort had come close to fighting, and he had lost.He slipped away because he was afraid of being blamed by her.

Hermione was dubious about that.She was genuinely annoyed by Harry's impulsiveness, but she didn't think it explained Harry's apparently absent-minded reaction.If a confrontation did break out, Harry should be angrier, shouldn't he?

But knowing what happened to Harry's bruised cheeks, Ron immediately joined Harry's side, denouncing Voldemort with righteous indignation.His exact words were, "It's only been two days since school started! Who knows what he'll do to Harry!"

However, Harry was going to see Voldemort again that night, and it was still one-on-one.Hermione temporarily let go of her doubts, and couldn't help but suggest, "Why don't you talk to Professor Dumbledore? I always have a bad feeling that something like this happened before tuition."

Harry had no such intentions. "Dumbledore also thinks I'm an adult." He puffed out his chest subconsciously, "And, what if he can come up with such efficient learning methods as spells and transformation?"

Even Hermione couldn't deny that, but she still wasn't sure. "What if he sneaks around again?"

"I know what Occlumency is," said Harry firmly. "He can't fool me this time."

Hermione looked at him and sighed silently.

After dinner, Harry left the Great Hall, behind Ron's and Hermione's worried eyes.As soon as he was sure that he was out of the sight of the two, he trotted up, found a utility room in a corner, and locked himself in it.

While he would never admit it to Voldemort's face, he really couldn't mess up any more.To have everyone study Occlumency with him for the final year... Voldemort had won; embarrassment aside, there was no way he would let anyone else risk failing their Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWTs.

After trying to clear away distracting thoughts, Harry left.Standing in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he realized it was false.He took a few deep breaths to make sure he was breathing well, and pushed the door open.

It was empty.Except for tables and chairs, a fireplace, and the necessary paper and pens, there is not even a cabinet.Harry remembered Voldemort's room in Riddle Mansion full of books, but apparently he hadn't brought any of them here.

The owner of the office is standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back.Hearing footsteps, he turned his head. "It's early, Harry?"

Harry couldn't catch any trace of yesterday on that face.It seemed that Voldemort did exactly what he had imagined, intending to pretend that accident never happened.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Almost."

"Since we all know what we are here for," said Voldemort again, strolling from the window to behind the table, "let's get right to it—I'll use Legilimency on you, and you can use whatever you can think of." There are many ways to resist me. Let’s start simple: I will chant a spell, and I will ensure that the traces are obvious enough when it invades your brain.”

Harry suddenly remembered how many times Voldemort had sneaked into his mind without a sound, and he didn't realize it until the other party said it. "You mean, I want to practice to the best extent that I can resist you?"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me that you are only satisfied with the passing line?"

Harry wanted to say that being able to take his Occlumency from failing to passing was a quantum leap; he would certainly be satisfied.Moreover, Voldemort's Legilimency skill is obviously very strong, when will he be able to practice to the corresponding level?

Of course, this kind of doubt cannot be said, it is like some kind of weakness. "I see." He forced himself to answer calmly.

The look on Voldemort's face showed that he didn't believe Harry, but he didn't say much. "Take out your wand," the mulberry wand appeared in his hand at some point, "just say it when you're ready."

Harry hurriedly put his schoolbag on the ground, clutching his holly wand as he got up.He went through the gist of Occlumency in his head—and couldn't resist going through all the defensive spells he knew—before he said, "That's it."

Voldemort seemed to be satisfied with Harry's face. "Very well," he twirled his wand, pointing suddenly at Harry, "Legiliency!"

The room shook and disappeared from Harry's sight.He couldn't see Voldemort either, instead he saw—

Five-year-old Dudley on his new red bicycle, full of jealousy... at nine he was chased up a tree by the watchdog Lippy, the Dursleys were laughing on the lawn... and he was wearing the Sorting Hat , heard it said he could go to Slytherin...

"... Sorting you into Slytherin scares you?" said a voice, with deliberate surprise, "I think I might think too highly of you, Harry."

Harry opened his eyes, realizing that he saw the ceiling, and that the voice was coming from Voldemort.He got up, and was not too surprised to find that Voldemort's desk was broken into several pieces... He may have used it unknowingly. "They told me back then that all Slytherins are Dark wizards," he retorted unhappily, "and you are the proof of that."

Voldemort seemed to appreciate the description. "I'm very happy to find that your performance just now is better than that in the fifth grade." He looked at the scrapped desk, indifferent, "Do it again?"

Harry couldn't object.The second time, Voldemort's chair was blown away; the third time, the fireplace fell off in its entirety, hitting the ground with a terrifying sound.

Voldemort looked around at the office - which was now nothing more than a ruin - and clicked his tongue. "I just discovered that you have a talent for creating disaster scenes, Harry."

Harry remembered that, in a similar situation, he had left a long red mark on Snape's arm.But now, Voldemort seemed to be the only one in the room that hadn't changed. "It's a good thing you didn't put your baby here, huh?" He wasn't to be outdone.

Hearing this, Voldemort showed his signature smirk. "You're right. But should we be more concerned now, when will you not show me your fear? That's equivalent to giving me the sharp knife yourself, you understand."

"Sounds like you haven't had enough." Harry couldn't help snapping back, but he regretted it once he had said it.

Voldemort's eyebrows rose slowly. "So that's the problem, huh?" he asked softly, "Do you think it can't get any worse?" Seeing Harry's lips tightened, he added, "I might have done something wrong...shouldn't have let You knew too early that you were my Horcrux, Harry. Compared with death, all the rest really doesn't matter."

Harry remained silent and looked away.

"I have to admit, this disappoints me," Voldemort said.He walked slowly across the messy ground until he stood in front of Harry. "Tell me, are you giving up the possibility of defeating me, Harry?"

Harry couldn't keep silent now. "Of course I didn't!" he yelled.

Voldemort didn't let him go. "Talking isn't enough, Harry. You're always declaring your resolve, but I don't see you putting it into action. Now's your chance to prove yourself. It's so hard for you to keep your emotions in check." ?” he asked bluntly, “worse than death?”

Harry's face was hot, and he couldn't look at the other person at all.He could have glared at Snape's sneers and insults, but he couldn't handle the blame from his perspective, let alone from his sworn enemy.Like so many times before, he couldn't help but fight. "To be honest," he gritted his teeth and asked, "have you been holding back your laughter since just now?"

"Why do you think that?" Voldemort asked.

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" Harry couldn't help but raise his voice, "I don't even want to recall those scenes myself!"

"Are you talking about your Muggle relatives?" Voldemort asked softly.

Harry glared at him. "Look, you already know it!"

"I did see it, but I don't find it funny." Voldemort replied calmly, "Did you forget that I was also raised by Muggles?"

Harry knew this, but he didn't know what life was like in the orphanage until Voldemort was 11 years old. "Aren't you implying that you have also been bullied by Muggles?" He temporarily suppressed his own affairs, full of doubts, "In my opinion, you are always the one who bullies others."

Voldemort pursed his lips, looking more pleased with Harry. "Thank you for the compliment."

"I'm not a compliment!" Harry objected immediately, unable to understand the other party's logic.

"Whatever you mean, it sounds like a compliment to me." Voldemort returned to his calm tone. "I assume we can go on?"

Harry came back to his senses and realized that Voldemort's few words had caused him to be ashamed, but he took it lightly. "You... on purpose?" He asked uncertainly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Voldemort, even with a hint of innocence in his tone. "I would like you to raise your wand now, if possible."

Harry saw that the other party didn't want to discuss it at all.He stood up straight as he said, and put on a good posture, still puzzled in his heart.The Dark Lord persuaded him to learn Occlumency by means other than coercion?is it possible?

But Voldemort didn't leave Harry much time to think. "Legiliency!"

The room disappeared from Harry's eyes again.Umbridge stared at him absent-mindedly... Snape asked him why he was talking to himself in the empty classroom... black mist rose from the open locket... the portrait smirked at him on the wall... The passage slowly closed, and he raised his hand, trying to rub his pantothenic eyes... He was pressed against the rough and cold wall with his backhand, struggling to no avail, and had to use his head...

no no no!The last one doesn't work!

Harry screamed in terror in his head, and then he realized he did, still panting.The palm of his hand on the ground hurt. He raised it to see that a piece of forked sawdust was deeply embedded in the flesh, and the blood had already stained it red.

"Not bad this time." Voldemort straightened up from across the room—he didn't seem to expect he would be bounced—and straightened his robes. "You stopped me at last."

But both of them knew where they just broke off, and the embarrassment floating in the air was almost visible to the naked eye.Just when Harry was seriously considering whether he could rewind it, Voldemort said again: "Although a secret that you don't want others to know can help you build your brain defenses, it's not enough. Besides, Harry, you Be a little more careful with poisonous mushrooms."

Harry's eyes widened.Had Voldemort read that he was going to use the mushroom mist as an excuse? "I don't..." He retorted reflexively, but seeing Voldemort's warning eyes, he immediately found that he was trying to take the topic in a dangerous direction. "…you're right." He knew he had to agree, at least for now.

Voldemort was satisfied. "That's all for today. You can go, Harry."

Harry jumped to his feet in amnesty, and ran outside as soon as he got the straps of his schoolbag.After rushing down two floors in one go, he reacted belatedly—what if he agreed to deal with it as an accident?Why did he run away?

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Poisonous mushrooms: Mushrooms sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky!Huge injustice, I will not take the blame!