[HP] Similar but different

After this unexpected interlude, Sirius left after giving Harry a few words, and Harry arrived at the Three Broomsticks much earlier than he expected.As soon as he opened the door, he saw what he wanted to see——

In the corner diagonally ahead, four men were sitting together, talking in low voices.Their cloaks hung by the sides, and snow dripped in the warm white mist of the room.

Harry couldn't make out what they were saying, but he was sure the rest of the bar was paying more or less attention in that direction, too.Auror is obviously an eye-catching profession, he thought, and then picked a relatively close vacant seat, separated from the four by some beautiful potted plants.

"...nothing, what about you?" A man's voice drifted over, and Harry recognized Dawlish.In fifth year, he had met each other in Dumbledore's office.

"Except for the bad weather," said Williamson, complaining plainly, "walking around in the snow all the time, and my knees were screaming in pain."

"You should buy knee pads that can be attached to your head," said the voice Harry hadn't heard before. It should be the Auror who was in the same team as Dawlish. "Casting a snow and wind spell on it is more effective than casting it directly on the robe Much more."

Williamson seemed interested, and the two began to discuss the Auror's personal protective equipment in depth.

It wasn't useless, but Harry was more concerned about the man named Bedivere at the moment.The other party remained silent, and he couldn't help raising his head halfway, pretending to inadvertently sweep over the scattered branches and leaves of those plants——

Same as the pupil color, Bedivere's hair color is also very light, neither long nor short, neatly combed to the back of the head.He has an ordinary appearance, but the sloping cross scars on his cheekbones add a bit of fierceness to him.At this moment, he was cleaning his glasses-it was a monocle with a short, thick silver chain attached to the side-moving slowly, but his wrist was very steady.

"You've been cleaning it since you sat down," Dawlish took a sip of his drink in the background of the other two talking, "but I don't see where it needs to be taken care of?"

Bedivere made no answer.In fact, he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Dawlish is a bit boring. "Your baby, huh?" He said casually, turning his head to look at the bar full of wine bottles and the beautiful proprietress behind.

To avoid catching his sight, Harry quickly turned his head and ordered three butterbeers for himself and his friends.

"That's right." Bedivere's voice came in a low voice.

Dawlish obviously didn't expect that the other party would not answer the business, but answered an irrelevant sentence. "Um... so it's special?"

"It really is," Bedivere said.The silver chain made a crisp clanging sound, as if he had put it on again.

"It makes you look more like something else..." Dawlish said again, but his imagination was obviously not enough. "Whatever it is, it's not like an Auror anyway."

Bedivere remained calm. "I believe the scars are enough."

"Yeah, that's right," Dawlish grunted approvingly, "scars are honor in battle, though I think fewer of them would be better..."

"I couldn't agree more."

The glasses clinked crisply.Just as Harry strained his ears to hear more, the doorbell rang—

Hermione was pushing it away with difficulty, with Ron helping behind; the two soon caught sight of Harry.

"It's so cold," Hermione grumbled when she was two steps away from Harry, "I'm so cold I'm almost unconscious!"

"Fred and George are picking things out with Ginny, they'll be here soon," Ron went on.Once inside, he kept glancing sideways at Harry and almost got under the table. "Strange," he whispered to Harry as he sat down, "I thought there was going to be a big dog with you?"

"It was like that," Harry kept his voice to a minimum, "but something went wrong..." He tried to explain things briefly and without naming names.

After listening, Ron widened his eyes. "Did you run into an Auror at the Shrieking Shack? Within three feet and they still hadn't seen you?" He looked excited and admiring. "You're lucky, Harry." !"

Hermione's reaction was the complete opposite - she turned pale with fright. "It's no joke, Ron!" she said, in an unnaturally high-pitched voice. "They almost got caught!"

"Keep your voice down, you guys." Harry reminded, and couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the four Aurors opposite.

"I just..." Hermione covered her mouth firmly, still panicking: "Is the cold back to a safe place now?"

Harry nodded quickly.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, but the color on her face hadn't recovered. "I said it was too dangerous!" she said reproachfully, distraught, "I should have stood my ground, it wouldn't have happened now!"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, wise not to mess with her at this moment. "So, there is a new secret organization?" Ron tried to change the subject, "Maybe the core members are code-named Knights of the Round Table?"

"That's what the cold said." Harry leaned forward, while letting the other two do the same. "From what he says, this organization may exist in multiple countries."

"It seems to be right," Ron was lost in thought. "Didn't you say that the mysterious man got his new wand from North America?"

"I only knew he was gone for a while, and then Dumbledore went to check." Harry corrected.

Ron waved slightly, indifferently. "No matter what the process is, the result is the same—I mean, since he traveled all the way to the United States, it's not impossible to go to a few other places along the way? Of course they can remove their own marks, as for the style..." He smacked his lips, "Did any of you recognize little Crouch in the fourth grade?"

The answer was obvious, and Harry and Hermione looked at each other in blank dismay—it wasn't until the end of the Triwizard Tournament, when Harry returned with Cedric's body, that everyone discovered that their "Professor Moody" had disappeared, and the real Moody had disappeared. Been locked in the bottom of the box for a whole year.

"And after learning from him, everyone still believes in the newcomer." Hermione pointed out sharply.

By this time Harry's hot butterbeer was served.Ron took a swig and narrowed his eyes comfortably. "Yeah, I wonder if acting is those people's specialty." He wanted to look helpless, but his tone was obviously more satisfied with the delicious drink. "However, it seems that no one can teach worse than Snape."

Hermione frowned deeply, as she found she couldn't find a reason to rebut.As for Harry, he has been paying attention to the other side, but Dawlish has been drinking silently after clinking glasses with Bedivere.

The doorbell rang again.Ron pulled himself together. "It's got to be Fred and George," he said cheerfully. "I asked them to bring me... Huh?"

The change in tone at the end of Ron's words caught Harry's attention.He turned his head just in time to see the tall, thin wizard with the long gray beard ducking his head into the bar - it was Dumbledore.His heart skipped a beat, and he saw the same tall and thin wizard behind him—black hair, black eyes, expressionless face—

Did Dumbledore really ask Voldemort?

There was a moment of silence in the bar for the two newly arrived guests.Harry was the first to react, and glanced back in the direction of the Auror - all four of them stopped what they were doing, but he couldn't tell which one they were looking at for a while.

Mrs. Rosmerta, who was busy at the bar, noticed the unusual silence.She poked her head around, and immediately greeted enthusiastically: "Professor Dumbledore! Professor Roald! I didn't expect you to appear together! What would you like to drink?"

"On such a cold day, butter beer is of course the best choice." Dumbledore said happily, then turned to ask: "How about you, Tom?"

Harry felt that Voldemort's face must have darkened, but the other party's tone was hard to judge. "Firewhiskey, thank you."

Mrs. Rosmerta agreed one by one.While she was preparing, the two walked through the crowd one after the other, and sat down in the most secluded corner of the bar.

"...how did they come?" Ron stared at the corner, so surprised that he didn't even notice the beer foam overflowing from his mouth, "I mean...the two of them together?!"

Hermione also had an expression of disbelief. "Even if they have something to talk about, why did they choose this place?"

Harry was also curious to know the answers to these two questions.But he could only be sure now that most of the people in the bar were paying attention to Dumbledore, including Dawlish, Williamson and another Auror he didn't know.

Perhaps Dawlish had told his colleagues that he had been knocked unconscious by Dumbledore in the headmaster's office... Harry thought uncertainly.As for Bedivere, the man took off his glasses and wiped them again, and continued to drink without looking sideways.

Harry could have sworn that Bedivere looked nothing like any Death Eater he'd ever seen.Assuming that the speculations that Sirius told him are correct, then, who will Bedivere bear the title of the most loyal knight to King Arthur?

Before Harry could come to a firm conclusion, Hermione pushed him. "Dumbledore is looking at us."

Harry looked up.Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, and he smiled back unconsciously; with another twist of the eye, he saw Voldemort looking at him, half-smiling.

The look... Harry was terrified, and his encounter with Dumbledore in the corridor nearly two weeks ago came back to his mind.It made him realize with horror that Ron and Hermione's question might be answered in one simple sentence - is it because of him that Dumbledore and Voldemort are here at the same time?

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