[HP] Similar but different

Harry spent the rest of the day and all of Sunday in the library.There are not many courses in the seventh grade, but facing the approaching NEWTs exam, almost every professor has assigned an unprecedented amount of homework.If he didn't want Voldemort to see him worrying about mountains of homework during evening tuition, the best thing to do was to finish them first.

Ron, who was also submerged in the homework mountain, found out another benefit of Voldemort. "No papers, no spells," he said, giving a huge stretch. "He just told us to keep our emotions in check! I've never done such an easy homework assignment!"

"But we're going to keep trying to fend off his Legilimency next week," Hermione reminded calmly, "I suspect Malfoy can't really do it either."

Ron wasn't upset at all. "That's the problem, isn't it?" He analyzed logically, "Occlumency is an unpopular branch of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it's definitely not in the exam content, which means we don't need to be at Malfoy's level As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized something, and turned to Harry: "Tell me, he didn't ask you anything special, did he?"

Harry was glad that Ron seemed to have forgotten about the failed attempt of the previous two days.He pushed aside the book in front of him and rubbed his eyes wearily. "In fact, he said I had to train to the point where I could resist him."

"Uh..." Ron froze for a moment.

"I think he's right." Hermione said, her tone firm, "After all, you're different from other people. But..." She looked at Harry and hesitated, "I guess it must be difficult? He's too Good at Legilimency, can do it without a wand, and doesn't leave a mark. I'll add, I think that's why other people's vigilance is lacking, because they don't even notice that someone has hacked into their head."

Harry nodded, feeling it was time to bring up what he had been considering last night. "What do you think of the idea of ​​suggesting him to take back the soul piece on me again? If he does take back the Horcrux, I won't be missing, and it will solve the problem once and for all; if he doesn't, I have a chance to find the flaw ?”

Voldemort made Horcruxes for the purpose of immortality; if he took them back, without mentioning the confession process or anything, it would at least mean that Voldemort decided that immortality could not be achieved through Horcruxes.Harry was curious to know what had caused Voldemort to discover this, but he did not think that explaining his curiosity directly to Hermione would win easy approval.

Hermione really thought about it. "Worth a try," she said cautiously after half a minute, "but I think you'd better not ask that in the first place—so far, he's tended to hide or to hide when it comes to his own vital interests. cheat."

Harry suddenly remembered those things in fifth grade. "I can't be more clear," he snorted softly, "Be narrow-minded and hold grudges..."

This description made Ron shudder. "Then you'd better be careful. I don't mind less homework anyway..." He said bravely against the pressure of Hermione's presence, "I don't think there's anything wrong with a year of Occlumency."

Hermione rolled her eyes wide and didn't even look at Ron. "I'm not asking you to do it, Harry, but you're sure you won't learn it badly on purpose so that everyone's Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWTs certificate will be wasted?"

Smelling the vague tension in the air, Harry shook his head quickly. "Of course...can you lend me the herbal medicine paper, Hermione? I guess I may not have written down the cultivation conditions required for the green-spotted poison umbrella." When he took the long piece of parchment, he couldn't hold back his prayers, If only Ron and Hermione could get their affairs straightened out quickly.

After dinner, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and returned to the tower alone.The dormitory was empty, and he was able to lie on the bed for a while, trying to tell himself not to think about anything. At 06:30, he got up, determined to go to the third floor and wait early - he hadn't forgotten the ring doorknob shaped like a double-headed snake.

Yet Voldemort seemed determined not to give him the chance to find out.Harry wore the Invisibility Cloak and hid behind the armor diagonally opposite. It was almost seven o'clock and he didn't see anyone.Just when he thought that the other party was definitely going to be late, the four crossed fangs let go without a sound, and the door also opened a small crack.

...Damn it, Voldemort didn't fly right into the office through the window, did he?

The plan fell through, and Harry resentfully stuffed the Invisibility Cloak into his schoolbag, and by the way, tried to stuff what he had just done deep into his brain.If Voldemort knew that he had done useless work, he didn't know how to laugh at him...

But Harry forgot what he had just been thinking of as soon as he opened the door.Because the office was empty, there was nothing except the black-robed wizard with his back turned to him. "Why..." He asked in confusion.

"It's easier to start than to get smashed by you, right?" Voldemort replied before turning around, as if he knew what Harry was thinking without looking. "You were on time this time too...I hope you can keep it up."

Staring at the black robe, Harry subconsciously shook his left hand.The wound had healed, and the pink tender flesh was still itchy.He had to think that without items like tables and chairs, he wouldn't be able to bleed from their fragments anymore.Although according to Dumbledore, Voldemort has an indestructible reason for doing such a thing, but...

Voldemort seemed indifferent to Harry's unusual silence. "Do you still need time to prepare?"

Harry nodded subconsciously, and shook his head quickly after he realized the reaction. "I'm ready," he replied, throwing the bag behind the door, "I can start right away."

Voldemort's eyebrows rose slightly, if only for a moment. "It doesn't sound bad." He said flatly, and drew out his wand, "We'll soon find out whether you've put your heart into it—Legiliency!"

Harry watched helplessly as the man disappeared from his face.A black dragon loomed before him... His parents waved to him in the Mirror of Erised... Cedric Diggory lay on the ground, staring at him blankly...

"Do not--!"

Harry found himself on his knees with both hands on his aching head.The holly wand fell to the side, and judging from the orientation, he let go of it himself.He remembered Snape's reaction to those images, and he reckoned Voldemort was going to say he was determined again soon.

But the Dark Lord did not speak at once.In fact, it wasn't until Harry managed to calm down that he said, "If you really can't forget this, you'll know what to do."

Harry couldn't argue with that at all. "...That's right." He grabbed his wand and stood up a little shaky. "I might need another five minutes."

Voldemort glanced at him, and went straight to the window.Harry tried not to look at the tall and thin figure from behind, closed his eyes, and tried again to get rid of distracting thoughts.The Dark Lord's bland reaction to the killing irritated him, but it was useless...he had to discipline himself, focus his thoughts...closing his mind was the only way he could achieve his goals, he could do it, he had to can do it……

It took about ten minutes before Harry felt better. "It's almost there," he said, "let's try again."

Voldemort turned his head, expressionless on his face.He walked back slowly, and stopped a few steps away from his original position.He held the mulberry wand in his hand in the usual posture, with the wand half embedded between his slender index and middle fingers. "The countdown will start after three times," he said coldly, "three-two-one- Legilimency!"

The man disappeared from Harry's eyes again.Hermione lay in the hospital hospital with black hair all over her face... A hundred dementors surrounded him by the dark lake... Cho approached him under the mistletoe...

"No!"

Harry gasped again.When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was still standing there, his wand still intact. "...I succeeded?" He couldn't believe it.

"Best one so far," said Voldemort, confirming Harry's suspicions. "Looks like, if you keep enough secrets, maybe you can use this to drive people away before they see what's really important. It's kind of speculative, but it seems to work on you more than usual."

Harry was sure it wasn't a compliment, but Voldemort didn't give his usual mocking smirk.Moreover, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Voldemort's tone was colder.The weird feeling of déjà vu popped up again, but he firmly pressed it down. "That's not enough, is it? You'll still see the previous part?"

"Yes," said Voldemort, still expressionless. "But I think it's good to have some milestones first."

Harry had to admit there was a truth to that.After another half hour of practice, Voldemort let Harry go.

This is going too well... Harry thought as he went downstairs.There was no quarrel, let alone fighting, the two of them seemed to have finally restrained themselves at the same time...

Wait, restrain yourself?

Harry suddenly realized that Voldemort's bland reaction just now might have been just a facade.Even in the same room, he hadn't noticed any of the Dark Lord's thoughts - of course the Dark Lord was using Occlumency, the strictest kind.Because, if he could see anger or contempt on someone's face, his scar would have responded by now.

Thinking of this, Harry touched his forehead subconsciously.Voldemort does seem intent on helping him to Occlumency... but seriously, the two of them successfully using Occlumency on each other is not a way of gaining power, what the hell is Voldemort up to?

Also, speaking of lightning scars...

Harry suddenly realized that he had overlooked a very important detail.When they accidentally kissed, he received no negativity, and neither did the scar.Any kind of malice hurt it; since Voldemort was only shocked, did that mean...

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Correct typo~