[HP] Similar but different

Harry was obviously in a bad mood, and of course he found more than one portrait.In fact, when he told his two friends that the portrait had taught him Occlumency instead of Voldemort, Hermione pointed out, "You don't seem too pleased."

"I don't seem too happy?" Harry asked in disbelief. "Should I?"

Hermione must have noticed Harry's disapproval, because she lowered her voice. "From the perspective of learning Occlumency, he's right to ask you to consolidate your results at intervals." She explained patiently. "Portraits are good enough for this, aren't they?"

"I don't think so," said Harry, a little disgusted, "I think he just finds it troublesome..."

Hermione's eyes widened. "He thinks it's troublesome?" she said in surprise, "Why do you think so? To keep his mind safe, of course he will try his best to make sure you learn Occlumency!"

"But I didn't see it!" Harry was very annoyed, and said what was in his heart without hesitation, "No matter what you say, I just didn't see it! Even the tutoring time, he let Malfoy bring it over ! He doesn't take it as seriously as you say, Hermione!"

The retort echoed in the corner of the courtyard, and there was a moment of silence.Ron panicked a little. He looked at Harry and then at Hermione, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry whispered, covering his face halfway, and slid limply along the porch pillars to sit on the railing, "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Hermione shook her head. "I'm fine. But..." She fixed Harry with an increasingly worried look, "I'm afraid you care too much about him."

"I care about him too much?" Harry was so surprised that he immediately forgot what happened just now, and unconsciously let his hand down, "What do you mean?"

"Listen, Harry." Hermione half bent down, putting her hands on Harry's shoulders, "I know the relationship between you is complicated. At first, he believed half of the prophecy and wanted to kill you first, but Rebounded by the spell; for more than ten years, he has been planning to resurrect, and finally succeeded with your blood; until now, he still has a piece of Katamari on you." She took a deep breath, and said earnestly, "Maybe you He is indeed a destined enemy, and you have countless indestructible reasons to pay attention to him. But I still have to say that you put too much attention on him."

Harry was really flabbergasted, and Ron didn't look much better than him. "I don't understand what you want to say..." He murmured, "If I don't care about him, how can I find a chance to beat him?"

"You and I are talking about two different things!" said Hermione, a little crossly. "In the case of Occlumency, you don't need to be mad at the portrait at all. Because it's a reasonable choice, completely logical, and even better for you-if only You-Know-Who can make you succeed in enhancing your brain Defense, wouldn't it be more beneficial to have a mysterious person who will definitely not cast evil spells on you?"

Harry seemed to understand a little. "You mean..." He hesitated to ponder over the words, "I'm too delusional? No matter why he did it, no matter whether he told me in advance, I just learn Occlumency and don't care about anything else?"

Hermione gave a gratified expression. "That's right."

"Wait," Ron interjected, still looking confused, "Who can tell me what the difference is?"

Hermione couldn't help but rolled her eyes and explained again.While she was talking to Ron, Harry was still sitting there, preoccupied, not at all relieved by figuring out the finer points—

Because he found that even if Hermione let him know what was the right way to do it, he couldn't do it.How would he know what to do with Voldemort if he didn't know what Voldemort's true intentions were?If there was an opportunity to grab Voldemort by the neckline and growl to make him tell the truth, how could he let it go?

The second tutoring session of this week is scheduled for Saturday night at [-]:[-] pm.When Harry pushed the door open, he was still holding on to a little luck, but that luck disappeared when he saw the portrait.He gave the young man a gloomy look, threw his schoolbag heavily on the ground, then sat down on his buttocks and closed his eyes.

This "I don't want to cooperate at all, but I know I have to cooperate" behavior makes Tom raise an eyebrow, but he doesn't say anything.An hour later, he returned to the picture frame where he always stayed, staring at the black-robed wizard whose face was blocked by the upright hardcover book, with deep eyes.

"What's the matter?" Voldemort could also feel that gaze through the thick pages of the book.

"Today is better than last time," Tom replied meaningfully, "I guess someone has given him some advice."

"Oh?" Voldemort paused, his voice recalled, "It's probably his friend...I think he does have a brain around him."

Tom is not interested in who this friend is, he is more interested in other things. "May I ask, will I go next time?"

Hearing this, Voldemort put down the thick book. "What's the matter?" he asked, rarely curious. "It sounds like you really want to do this job?"

"If possible." Tom curled his lips. "Trust me, it's really uncomfortable being around him."

Voldemort was almost amused. "You're joking," he said, "though you are a portrait and can't do anything to him; but in turn, what can he do to you?"

"It doesn't feel right anyway," insisted Tom. "I think you'd better deal with him."

"But I have no such plans yet," Voldemort replied, and put the book up again. "He must at least achieve basic emotional control before I will consider the next step."

This refusal to continue the conversation meant "I've made up my mind," and Tom didn't bother to bargain. "Okay," he compromised, a little helplessly, and finally didn't say "this may not lead to any good results".

Similarly, Harry never mentioned his dissatisfaction with the portrait to Ron or Hermione.Because Hermione's reaction was obvious, and telling Ron wasn't going to help.He can only try to hide himself and pretend that everything is normal.In fact, the portrait wasn't without its benefits; he'd tell Harry at the end of tuition when the next one was, so Harry wouldn't have to face Malfoy's strutting face again.

Anyway, the third week came on time.Early Tuesday morning, Harry and Ron were woken up by Hermione. "Defense Against the Dark Arts starts a new class today, we have to get a seat early." She tossed her hair, "I can't bear to always be squeezed into the last row by other people!"

Ron complained a bit, because he worked on Snape's homework late last night.But he was also curious about what new lesson Voldemort would teach, so he got up muttering.As he went to wash, Hermione asked Harry, "Did he reveal anything to you? About today's lesson?"

Mentioning this made Harry feel a little resentful. "No, the portrait won't say anything." He replied angrily, "If you really want to know, I suggest you ask Malfoy."

Hermione snapped her mouth shut.She watched Harry search for clothes all over the bed, and after a long while, she whispered, "You still mind, don't you?"

"I hate being kept in the dark," Harry said as calmly as possible, he didn't want to get angry with her again, "especially when you know it's all about me."

Hermione was silent for a while longer, until she made a mark on her lower lip by biting herself. "I'm just worried that everything is a conspiracy of the mysterious person." Before she said this, she looked around to make sure that everyone else in the dormitory was sleeping soundly in her curtains, "If you are too involved, you won't be able to fully And retreated."

"I know you're doing it for my own good, Hermione," Harry replied in the same low voice, "but getting out? Honestly, I'm not that optimistic. If you want to defeat a black man as powerful as him Wizard, we must pay some price."

Hermione bit her lip harder. "But it's not necessarily you," she said hastily, "there is also the Order of the Phoenix, and others...they are also fighting against him!"

"And he has chosen me as his opponent, 16 years ago," replied Harry succinctly, already in his robes. "I'm not saying that I can defeat him with my own strength, but it should be my responsibility and shouldn't be passed on to others." He nodded to Hermione who was sitting on Ron's bed, turned and went into the bathroom .

After a few minutes, the three hurried down the tower.In a hurry, they didn't even eat in the auditorium, and each took some food at random.As soon as Filch opened the classroom door, they squeezed in.

"Malfoy is so pissed off today, ha!" Satisfied with grabbing the seat with the best view, Ron happily began to eat his raisin toast.

Harry didn't think so. "Do you remember when Malfoy was called into the office last week?" he said. "I don't think it's because of tutoring."

"Are you going to tell me that it has something to do with today's new class?" Ron almost choked, "Impossible?"

Harry shrugged. "Malfoy says it's business," he said, "and if it's something about the Death Eaters, he doesn't need to ask Malfoy to stay in public, does he?"

"So you haven't forgotten about the Death Eaters..." Ron said vaguely, obviously preoccupied with breakfast, "Can I trade you some honey pie for toast?"

Harry had just handed Ron a pie when Hermione patted him on the other side. "I'll help you," she said quietly.

"...what?" Harry didn't understand for a moment.

"If you still firmly believe that Occlumency is better taught by the mysterious person himself..." Hermione said, her voice was still very small, and at the same time speaking quickly, "I can help you."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Have you figured it out, Hermione?"

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The small emotions of the portrait:

It's obviously the same person, why does the savior despise me so much? ,,,,