[HP] Similar but different

A qualified portrait usually requires a professional painter to draw.It will magnify a certain side of my personality; more precisely, it will reflect the artist's impression of me.If you want to reach the level of portraits that can advise your successors in the Hogwarts headmaster's office, you still need to teach yourself for a long time alone.No matter in terms of painters or time, Harry couldn't meet the conditions.

Thinking of this, Voldemort called tentatively: "Harry?"

The villain Harry turned his head, his green eyes blinked a few times, as if he was confused by the two extremely similar people.But immediately he roared again with righteous indignation: "Voldemort, what do you want?"

This……

Voldemort and his portrait looked at each other. "He seems to have only learned this sentence." Voldemort concluded softly.

"I think so." Tom agreed in disgust, trying to free his messy clothes, but this soon proved to be futile again. "He's stuck," he said to Voldemort, his face dripping with sullenness. "He was probably drawn with a Sticking Charm or something."

One person, one portrait, and looked at each other for a while, during which the villain Harry still persisted in proclaiming his existence.He seems to have a special preference for ties, and he never let go of them.

Voldemort felt a headache.According to his guess, Harry should have another picture frame in his hand, so that Harry can get the news from his portrait; this also means that if he says something important to the portrait, Harry may soon will know.Also, when he had a portrait of the Savior on his body, obviously he couldn't visit the framed picture at the Ministry of Magic or any other Death Eater's home.

Sure, he can separate the two in the portrait, but who knows when the Savior will stick together again?The portrait is immortal; if you want to prevent such incidents from happening, you can only completely cut off Harry's access to the portrait...

Voldemort understood. "It seems he does care," he said, a little annoyed. "He's making me see him."

"I told you that." Tom said, resentfully, still fighting with the villain Harry—to be exact, he tried to lift Harry off with two fingers, but Harry tried to bite him. "It's better for you to deal with him—" He simply pulled off his tie, shaking it angrily, so that Voldemort could see the little people hanging on it, "including this one."

This end of the school, Harry headed straight for the stairs as soon as he was out the door.Hermione stood there and asked nervously when she saw him, "How is it?"

Harry nodded, and the two waited side by side for the stairs to turn. "I just don't know how he will react." He replied in a low voice.

"Time is too tight..." Hermione twisted her fingers unconsciously, "You haven't spent enough time with the portrait, in case he doesn't do what we want him to do..."

"If you want me to think, with the head of You-Know-Who, one sentence is enough for him to understand." Harry said affirmatively.

Hermione was still a little worried. "I'm starting to wonder if I'm doing the right thing. In case I offend him..."

"No matter what, this risk must be taken." Harry interrupted aloud, "Just facing the portrait, we will never be able to defeat the person behind him."

Hermione didn't speak until she got back to the tower.Ron was a little surprised they were back together, and Harry briefly explained. "You guys have been so mysterious recently, are you doing this?" He breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought..."

"What do you think?" Harry heard something else.

Ron glanced nervously at the brunette girl who was still immersed in his own thoughts, and then waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. Having said that," he was eager to change the subject, "You still have a portrait in your hand? Can I see it?"

"Not yet," Harry replied, "he hasn't come back - I'll ask him to get at least one reply before coming back."

"How do you know when he'll be back?" Ron was a little curious, and moved closer. "Did you take him with you?"

Harry fished out a folded velvet drawstring bag. "Inside, Hermione cast the Untraceable Expansion Charm on it."

"Wow—" Ron let out a long exclamation.He didn't care about disturbing anything, and asked Hermione with great interest: "Can you make one for me?"

Seeing Ron turn his head, Harry opened the bag and brought it close to his ear.There is also a silent charm on the bag to prevent the existence of the portrait from being discovered by others.Just like Ron's previous question, he didn't want to explain to others why he wanted to paint himself.

But nothing happened in the bag.Harry refastened it, beating the drum uncertainly in his mind.

By the time it was time to fall asleep, the frame was still empty, and Harry was increasingly tossing and turning.

His portrait will not be tragic, will it?According to what he knew, the picture frame might be destroyed, but the people inside should be fine?Was it detained by Voldemort?Or maybe he wasn't careful enough and the portrait might have strayed into the frame in Voldemort's office?

"Potter."

Just when Harry was already planning to go to the third floor again, the familiar and cold voice sounded in his head again.He almost jumped out of bed, but he managed to control himself in time. "What's the matter?" He tried hard to think about it silently.

Voldemort seemed to sneer. "my office."

Harry waited a few more seconds before realizing the connection had been lost.He cursed angrily, turned over and got up, and went to get his invisibility cloak.

Within 10 minutes, Harry was standing in the third-floor corridor, panting from running.As he pushed open the half-hidden door, he swore to himself that if there were still portraits waiting inside, he'd do something about it in class next time—and then he saw the sullen Dark Lord himself.

"You left something behind," Voldemort said impatiently when he saw Harry, "you'd better take it back."

Following his words, a palm-sized picture frame appeared in the air between the two of them out of thin air.Inside, the two hands of the villain Harry seem to be fixed.He was trying to pull back, making whining noises.

"What did you do to him?" Harry was taken aback, and quickly grabbed the picture frame into his hands to observe carefully.

Voldemort twitched his lips emotionlessly. "As you can see."

Harry frowned.He saw that he couldn't solve the portrait problem right away, but he could see Hermione tomorrow. "I didn't leave anything behind," he said, stuffing the frame into his drawstring pocket. "I wish he'd come to you, and he did."

"So this is your purpose?" Voldemort waved his robe slightly, as if he was holding back his anger, "You'd better explain your motives."

Harry was getting a little pissed too.He has been in a bad mood recently, and he can't stand Voldemort's condescending tone at all. "You asked me to explain?" he retorted angrily, "You robbed me of my question!"

Voldemort didn't even bother to put on a smirk, "Is it? In my opinion, the facts are obvious. I would like to know, why do you think I need to supervise you personally when it comes to emptying your brain?"

Harry knew that none of the reasons he had told Hermione could be given to Voldemort. "Is it just emptying the brain? Do you really think that the relationship between you and me is simply teaching and learning Occlumency?"

Voldemort's lips tightened.After a while, he said softly: "You don't have any plans."

"Speaking like you didn't!" Harry snapped back angrily. "How dare you say you went back to school just to teach? What a noble and selfless Dark Lord, isn't he?"

There was another silence, the air stiff as if frozen. "Not really," Voldemort admitted, "but I hope - you can at least - focus on Occlumency - before you actually master it." The latter words seemed to be difficult for him.

Harry could hear the concession in it, but he was still fuming. "Maybe you can," he remarked bitterly, sarcastically, "and I can't forget."

"Yes, I couldn't agree more." This time Voldemort replied with sarcasm, "You must not forget that you have to fight me, and Occlumency is the first part of it."

"You..." Harry stared, realizing for the first time that a verbal argument with Voldemort might be tantamount to admitting defeat.

Voldemort seemed satisfied. "We agreed, didn't we?" A smirk crept across his face. "Don't play tricks again, Harry." He turned and started walking towards the window.

"Are you saying I'll see your portrait here again?" Harry exclaimed, getting annoyed again.

Voldemort stopped. "What's the matter with you?" He turned his head halfway, and began to get a little impatient, "You just have a problem with the portrait?"

"Right!" Harry couldn't deny it, "don't take your theory of necessity or confrontation—I just can't clear my brain properly when facing him!"

Voldemort opened his mouth and looked at Harry again.His previous impatience disappeared, and surprise slowly overflowed from the corners of his eyes and brows. "what are you saying?"

Harry took his cue, too.The point of Occlumency is to control emotions, why is it easier for him to control himself when facing the Dark Lord himself? "I don't know either...but it's true."

Voldemort stared at Harry for another moment, suspiciously. "Okay," he said finally, in a forced tone, obviously thinking that Harry's reasoning was lame, "I'll do my best, given the necessity you don't want to hear." Then he added, very lowly: "Though I doubt it makes any difference."

Seeing the other party raised his leg and wanted to leave again, Harry hurriedly yelled, "Wait!"

Voldemort couldn't help rolling his eyes this time. "What about you?"

Harry pretended not to see it.Although there were many opportunities to meet Voldemort, the time for them alone was very little, and he had to hurry up. "Why do you call me 'Mr. Potter'?"

It took Voldemort a moment to recall. "So this bothers you too?" he asked in disbelief. "What the hell are you caring about?"

"I don't think it's something insignificant." Harry resisted this description very much, "I think your title means something in some way."

"What do they mean?" Voldemort laughed. "They're just—names, or code names. It's enough to know that it represents you. What else do you want?"

Harry's brows furrowed unconsciously.He always had the feeling that Voldemort was lying, but he had no proof.Could he say that you usually call me by my first name, but that time you called me Mr. by my surname, maybe he was angry?

... Wait, angry?

It hit a nerve in the deepest part of Harry's brain.Voldemort called him Mr. Potter...the portrait told him that Voldemort would not come...Malfoy delivered the message for Voldemort...Voldemort's tone became colder...Cho approached him under the mistletoe...the back of the field speeding away ...He ran away after tutoring...He struggled hard, but when he turned his head, he touched the other pair of lips...

"You care about that," said Harry abruptly.

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