[HP] Similar but different

There is something invisible cruising on the skin... Gently and slowly, bit by bit awakening the sleeping blood underneath...

Harry rolled over lazily.He was half asleep; everything was fine, and he didn't want to leave the bed.

That touch is more obvious than before...the force is a little heavier than before, but it can still be classified as light...it has a bit of coolness, making the skin on his exposed waist tremble...

Yet Harry felt pretty good.He unconsciously buried his head deeper, trying to finish the dream.

The depths of the body began to heat up... the nerves became active, and the sense of touch became more acute... Those invisible fingers sank into his flesh, and the cold touch was quite realistic, but he was inexplicably ignited...

Pleasure, together with them, accumulated in the lower abdomen along the movement of the fingers... The blood flowed faster, and the whole body was hot... He seemed to have fallen into the flexible and cunning control, being pushed to climb higher and higher... Those pitch-black pairs There was a stunning scarlet in his eyes, he couldn't help moan|moaning anymore...

"--call!"

Harry jerked awake.He found himself lying on his stomach in a messy posture; his left hand gripped the quilt tightly, and his right hand was still in his pants, and the sticky liquid was still warm.

... What dream did he have? !

Realizing what had happened, Harry felt like burying himself in the ground.Fortunately, the dormitory was quiet except for Neville's snoring.But then it occurred to him that if he didn't clean himself up right away, it would be time for everyone to get up later.

He hurriedly pulled on his pajamas and rushed into the bathroom.There's nothing to be ashamed of in itself, he's a normal guy; the point is who he's imagining...

It's all Voldemort's fault!Harry thought shamefully.That hand left such a deep impression on him that he was completely drawn into himself, deeply lost and unable to extricate himself...

"…Really, Harry? Is it all my fault now?"

Never had the sudden voice in his head frightened Harry as much as it did today.In fact, he actually jumped. "You, you...how could you..."

"You were thinking too loudly, I was woken up." Voldemort replied lazily, there was indeed a sleepiness that had not completely dissipated in his voice. "But considering what you showed me was quite interesting, I've decided to generously forgive you this time."

"So...you saw it all?" Harry asked tremblingly, his eyes twinkling and his face burning.

"From your waist, roughly," said Voldemort, in a meaningful tone. "You made me realize that I may have missed a lot of interesting things."

"Ah, shut up, you!" Harry raised his eyes, and saw that his face in the mirror was blushing almost to the point of bleeding, contrasted with an angry stare without deterrence, and he almost wanted to groan in despair. "Why do I..." He wanted to say that I had a dream that spread a hundred and eighty miles away, and then he finally realized it. "Wait, are you at school?"

Voldemort seemed finally unable to hold back his laughter. "I'm still wondering when you'll find out."

"Haven't you been away all the time?" Harry felt that he could not be blamed for his slow reaction at all.And then again... "Why are you at school today?"

"Because I have an appointment." Voldemort replied casually, and then...

The connection is broken.

Harry almost smashed the sink.What the hell is wrong with half-talking?But when he calmed down, he began to frown.Few people in the school know Voldemort's true identity, so the so-called date is with...

Although the students were all looking forward to going to Hogsmeade village, unfortunately, since yesterday, there has been a strong wind and heavy snow blowing outside, and it has not stopped until now.Going to the Shrieking Shack in groups in this weather was too suspicious, and Harry decided to go out early for his appointment on his own and join Ron and Hermione at the Three Broomsticks later.

The village hadn't changed much since Harry's last visit.The busiest place was without a doubt Fred and George's joke shop; they had bought Zonko's last year and opened a Hogsmeade branch.The glass windows of all the shops were covered with wanted posters, and many of them had been taken down over time; they rattled in the wind, and the people inside were staring at Harry wildly or sullenly.Not wanting to see Sirius among them, Harry hastened his way up the slope, Apparating at the height of the wind.

The next second, Harry landed in the middle of the dilapidated house.The wooden walls and ceiling were howling, as if they could fly away in the next moment.He carefully looked out through the cracks in the nailed planks of the window. The garden was full of snow, and the fence was blown to pieces... Not to mention people, there were no ghosts around.

Harry was relieved.He built himself a little fire and waited for Sirius.Fortunately, his godfather didn't take much patience from him; almost as soon as he cleared out a barely adequate place to sit, the thin, pale man Apparated.

"Harry!" said Sirius happily, striding over the rags Harry had just left in a pile and giving him a tight hug. "How are you?"

Harry smiled broadly. "It's good." He also hugged Sirius firmly, "I thought you would come—but I didn't expect Dumbledore to tell me about it."

The two sat down in the corner of the wall that was barely sheltered from the wind, holding the flames in their hands to keep warm. "I'm quite sorry," Sirius said, "I can only see you here..." He glanced outside and lowered his voice, "To be honest, I don't know why Dumbledore agreed. Last year He never let up."

Harry believed that if there hadn't been no news from the Death Eaters, Sirius would have put the lockdown behind him long ago: think of the Gryffindor character, Regulus, and the locket.He wasn't afraid to take risks, but he did secretly congratulate him—it would be rather unwise for Sirius to appear in public when the Ministry of Magic was doing all it could to catch fugitives. "So, things are better now?" He tried to sound relaxed.

"If I ask you, I'm not sure." Sirius shrugged. "It looks calm on the surface, but who knows what's going on underneath? It's a firm fact that ten Death Eaters are at large."

Harry suddenly remembered what Ron had said. "They've been lurking for too long, too," he asked. "I just want to know if the Ministry of Magic would really notice if they showed signs of it?"

"Fudge certainly won't notice, Scrimgeour should be able to." Sirius replied thoughtfully, "But from Dumbledore's point of view, he thinks that the Death Eaters have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic silently."

"Are you talking about Lucius Malfoy?" Harry thought of that immediately.

Sirius waved his hand. "You have to pay attention to my words, silently." He sneered, "Any Malfoy would like to show off, of course not them."

"Then who else?" Harry demanded, "New recruits in the past two years? Or who was drawn to the Death Eaters?"

Sirius continued to stroke his chin. "Both. We have suspects, too, but the problem is—" He threw up his hands resignedly, "We have no proof. Either one of them doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Death Eaters."

Harry began to think too. "When you say 'nothing to do with Death Eaters,'" he said slowly, "do you mean they don't have that mark, or do you mean they don't do things like Death Eaters?"

"The answer to both questions is no," said Sirius. "Just as the Death Eaters have completely disappeared, another new group is emerging."

"A new organization?" Harry's ears perked up in interest.

Sirius admitted: "Recent news." He looked out again, and then leaned closer to Harry: "Dumbledore's friends in the International Federation of Wizards told him something, and the Order of the Phoenix investigation found that it was not Accidentally—there are some wizards, scattered across the nations; there is no resemblance between them, except that they all call themselves 'knights.'"

Harry frowned. "That title doesn't sound as special as Death Eaters...does it have any special meaning?"

"There are hundreds of people claiming to be knights, but Dumbledore believes that only a few of these names may represent the core members." Sirius said, his voice was so low that it was almost lost in the wind, "like Lancelot Special or something... although we haven't found Lancelot yet."

"The legendary Knights of the Round Table?" Harry realized it all at once, and then became even more puzzled. "It sounds less and less like that man."

"But apart from him, it's hard to imagine anyone else who has that kind of appeal or incitement. He's pretty good at running a secret organization, and I can't think of anyone else... just no evidence." Sirius looked resentful.

Harry tried hard to find out the connection between the Death Eaters and the Knights of the Round Table, but no matter how he thought about it, he was at a loss. "What else did Dumbledore say?"

"He hasn't made a statement yet, and only asked the Order of the Phoenix to pay special attention to those few people."

Harry immediately lifted his spirits, and asked like a cannonball: "Which ones? Can't they all be in other countries? Do we have them here?"

"There's one in the Ministry of Magic," said Sirius, whispering in Harry's ear. "Works in the Auror office called..."

"...Wait, Bedivere!"

A loud male voice suddenly cut through the wind and snow, and the two people who were head to head were startled.Regardless of checking the situation, Harry hurriedly extinguished the flame in his hand, took out the invisibility cloak, and hid him and his godfather under it.

"Don't yell, Williamson," replied another male voice—Harry only realized that this man was very close to the Shrieking Shack, probably coming up from the other side of the hill—sounding annoyed, "If there are fugitives, you will scare them away!"

"I'm sorry," said the first man again, a little out of breath, "but what brainless fugitive is still out in this weather?"

"You also said that he is a fugitive. What other choice does the fugitive want?" With the sound of two heavy steps into the snow, the man stopped. Frozen mouse."

Harry felt cold all over, subconsciously held his breath——

Across the thin wooden wall, there is a light to almost transparent eyeball looking straight at him from the diagonal triangle gap.Because of the dim light, it took him a while to figure out that the man's eyeballs were actually light gray; a layer of lenses gave him the illusion of transparency.

Harry hadn't seen this Auror before, but his unblinking eyes, his ice-coloured pupils, and the half-scar on his cheekbones all showed cruelty...they should have apparated at the risk of making a sound ?

"...Don't tell me, that's how those prisoners fell into your hands? No wonder the director likes you so much." The man named Williamson also approached, looking in through the cracks in the planks like a model. "There's no one in there... oh, a troublemaker may have been in there recently, look at the mess!"

The light gray eye rolled, as if following the reputation.But Harry suddenly had a terrible feeling; the other person could see through the Invisibility Cloak and was now staring at Sirius next to him.

In the next second, the oblique triangle gap became empty again, and the cold wind began to pour in again. "Let's go, Williamson." Bedivere straightened up, "It seems that today is indeed a weather that even mice don't want to be out."

Judging from Williamson's tone, he didn't want to stay in the open air for a long time. "Then how about we go down and have a drink? We can just wait for Dawlish, I guess their group is not as fast as our search!"

His companion did not answer.

Harry cautiously leaned close to the wall, and saw two men of about the same height wearing black cloaks walking towards the village.He breathed a sigh of relief when their backs turned into small dots, and turned to look at Sirius: "You may..." He originally wanted to say that it was best not to go to Hogsmeade, but after seeing the godfather's particularly strange expression Finally, he suddenly realized something: "...you just wanted to say the name Bedivere just now, didn't you?"

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