[HP] Similar but different

A few days later, when the day of trial came, Harry followed Mr. Weasley to the Ministry of Magic anxiously.In court, he finally saw Dumbledore.The principal tried his best to defend him and let him be acquitted; but from the beginning to the end, the principal did not meet his eyes, even a single glance.

A rock in Harry's heart dropped, but another grew heavier.Dumbledore was acting as if he was avoiding him; you know, no matter what time, the headmaster didn't hesitate to give him a wink or a smile.

Also, Harry didn't know which was worse than Fudge and the others not believing that Voldemort tried to kill him again - Mrs Figg didn't see Voldemort with her own eyes, and Fudge was convinced that if the bruise on Harry's neck Qing was really left by Voldemort, so Harry couldn't stand the trial alive and kicking.

Even Harry had to think that the Minister had a point this time.Because, had it not been for his scar, he would have suspected that Voldemort in the alley was a fake.

The combination of these two points undoubtedly diluted Harry's joy of being able to return to Hogwarts again.Also, I have to say, seeing Fudge chatting enthusiastically with Lucius Malfoy on the way out put Harry in a different mood.

"...What is Malfoy doing there?" Hermione frowned and asked in disgust - at this time Harry had just returned from the Ministry, and Mrs. Weasley was very happy with the news he brought back, and she didn't hold them for a while. labored.

"He probably wants to eavesdrop on the trial," said Ron, looking very experienced. "I heard from Dad that he donated a lot of gold to the Ministry. The Minister likes him."

But Harry didn't feel that Voldemort needed Malfoy's first-hand information about his trial - in Little Whinging, Voldemort's behavior showed that the Dark Lord's reaction to the Ministry of Magic had been expected. "I don't know," he was slightly upset, "I don't think he looks very well."

This Ron has more to say. "People in the Malfoy family have always had that look," he said with disgust, "pale, proud, cold..."

The Weasley family and the Malfoy family have always been at odds, and it was not so easy for Ron to stop complaining. Hermione hurriedly started another topic: "You said you saw Dumbledore, Harry?"

"Yeah," admitted Harry, not very happily, because he found it difficult to complain directly about "why Dumbledore doesn't look at me".It was so embarrassing... In the end, he could only change his sentence: "I don't think he cares about me anymore."

Both Ron and Hermione were taken aback. "Why do you think that, Harry?"

Harry endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back: "I was sitting on the chain chair in the middle of the court, but he could give me a look from the beginning to the end."

The other two exchanged glances quickly. "I don't know..." Hermione tried to explain, "But Dumbledore is very busy! He has so many things to do!"

"Yeah," Ron chimed in, "You didn't see Dumbledore's face the night you were attacked... The Order of the Phoenix immediately held an emergency meeting, and we took a peek on the landing on the second floor, it was terrifying! "

"If he's what you guys said, why didn't he just tell me?" Harry said angrily.

A dead silence.

In the end, it was Hermione who was brave enough to break it. "Occlumency..." she mused, "Do you remember Sirius saying this?"

Harry did remember.Sirius later explained to them that Occlumency prevents others from hacking your brain. "What do you mean, Hermione?" he asked sensitively. "You also think Voldemort might have invaded my brain?"

The Dark Lord's name sent another shudder.Hermione tried to pretend not to hear. "Sirius said that the sudden painlessness of your scar is probably because the mysterious man used Occlumency on you - the mysterious man discovered that you can perceive his thoughts. In other words, the switch of this connection is currently unilaterally controlled In the hands of the mysterious person. If you master Occlumency, it will be safer."

"So?" Harry asked impatiently.The pain-free scar did allow him to get a few good nights of sleep, but he didn't think it was a good thing to be kept in the dark.Besides, he was adamant that he was doing exactly what he wanted and that Voldemort had nothing to do with him.

"I mean, Dumbledore probably thinks the connection goes both ways." Hermione said crisply, tossing her hair. "If this is the case, your doubts will be explained—the opposite of Occlumency is Legilimency, and the key to Legilimency is eye contact; Dumbledore doesn't look at you, not to avoid you, but to hide from you The mysterious person hiding behind!"

Harry opened his mouth.He wanted to refute the impossibility loudly, wanted to ridicule loudly that it was all nonsense, but he suddenly thought of the inexplicable nightmare that he disappeared with the pain of the scar. "That wasn't my dream," he murmured in shock, "it was his..."

"What dream?" Hermione and Ron asked in unison. "What do you remember?"

"A lot of corridors, long and dark. If you walk along the corridors, there are either closed doors or dead ends." Harry said quickly.He finally discovered that Voldemort had been lurking in his deepest consciousness and created those dreams. "I dreamed about them every day for the first month of summer vacation. I thought it was my dream, but it disappeared after I was attacked... It was his idea! He wanted to go there!"

There was silence again, and the three looked at each other.The question is, where is this place with many corridors?

Nothing else worth mentioning happened during the remainder of the summer vacation.They finally cleaned up to the fourth floor of 12 Grimmauld Place, which meant that the cleaning was finally coming to an end.On the penultimate day of the holiday, Ron walked into his and Harry's bedroom with two envelopes. "Here you are, the textbook list for this semester."

Harry was feeding Hedwig. "Leave it for now, I'll watch it later." For a long time, he didn't hear a response, so he couldn't help turning his head——

Ron had already opened his envelope and was staring dumbfounded at a red badge in his hand.

Prefect badge...Harry had seen Percy wearing that.Too many things happened this summer vacation, he had completely forgotten about the election of a prefect in the fifth grade, it felt very abrupt——

Before Harry could think of an appropriate response, there was a terrible scream downstairs that sounded like Kreacher.It was a bad omen, for the noise disturbed a row of portraits in the hall.All of a sudden, screams and cries echoed in the house, deafening.

"...What happened?" Ron was startled back to God.

"I'll go down and have a look." Harry was glad to have an excuse, because he found out he was jealous of Ron - it shouldn't be, Ron was his best friend.

By the time Harry descended into the foyer, Mrs. Weasley was trying to draw the curtains in front of the portrait - Mrs. Black, Sirius' mother, was making a high-pitched noise - and Sirius had arrived. "Go back," he ordered Kreacher, impatiently, "how many times have I told you not to yell in the house—"

"The treasure of the Black family!" Kreacher turned a deaf ear, "It was taken away by that thief, liar, and shameless villain! When Kreacher was not paying attention yesterday! The silver cup engraved with the crest of the Black family! Made by goblins in the fifteenth century, The most exquisite silverware! The Medal of Merlin First Class, the honor of the Black family! The master's big gold ring! It was all rescued by Kreacher from the living room cabinet! And Ray..."

Sirius didn't care about that one bit. "Come on," he said contemptuously, "that's rubbish."

"Master Sirius is a bad boy!" Kreacher was almost insane, glaring at Sirius resentfully. "Bring werewolves, scum, and mudbloods into the noble house of the Black family! Master Sirius has brought shame on the family, and he has defiled Black..."

"I told you to shut up!" Sirius was really angry.

Kreacher choked himself, but Harry could see that he was still cursing silently.Sirius stared at the house-elf as it disappeared around a dark corner, turning around to see Harry. "Sorry," he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a headache, "for letting you see these things."

Harry shook his head and walked down the last few stairs. "What's wrong?"

"Mundungus seems to have taken some things from Kreacher's locker." Sirius helped Mrs. Weasley close the curtain again, not paying attention, "It's the garbage we cleaned up, Kreacher again Picked up some of them back."

Harry did remember Kreacher trying to hide something under his loincloth and take it away.Then he remembered the snuffbox with the sarcoma powder, the multi-legged tweezers that would climb up his arms, and the heavy souvenir box that none of them could open.

To be fair, those things were worth a fortune, or Mundungus wouldn't have looked at them; but in Sirius' eyes, they just represented everything he'd been trying to escape, only to be trapped again.

Harry understood.If he was able to leave Number 4 Privet Drive as an adult and then had to live there again, he couldn't be in a better mood than Sirius.

"But I'll tell Dumbledore, too, that Mundungus won't be able to come into our house if you're being so sneaky," said Sirius again - and Mrs. Weasley murmured her agreement.Then, he noticed Harry's expression, "It seems that you are not so angry with Dumbledore now?"

Although Hermione's explanation was reasonable, Harry didn't want to mention it now.Their speculations and Dumbledore's actions are two different things. "It's okay..." He said vaguely, "Do you want to come up and stay with us?"

Mrs. Weasley had already wanted to go to the kitchen, but when she heard this sentence, she immediately looked over keenly.Harry snapped out of his wits, "Ron got the prefect badge!"

The effect of this sentence is immediate.Mrs. Weasley froze for a moment, and immediately ran upstairs in ecstasy.

Sirius frowned as he watched her disappear at the corner of the stairs: "Ron is a prefect? ​​Why not you? What was Dumbledore thinking?"

This comforted Harry a little, but then he felt a little shameful about it.He was about to salvage his guilt by saying something nice about Ron, but suddenly a slight, but indeed joyful pain flashed across the scar that hadn't moved for a long time, and it was fleeting.

Harry paused for a moment.Voldemort happy?Why?

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The strongest brain of the trio - Hermione~