[HP] Similar but different

It was late at night when Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower.But he didn't use the invisibility cloak when he came in, because he didn't need it—masquerade balls are a great time for couples to bond, and he's not alone in coming home late.In fact, the Fat Lady would be interested to know which lovely girl he was hanging out with so late.

There aren't any cute girls, but the handsome Dark Lord has one...

Harry babbled, and managed to escape the portrait of the Fat Lady.After seeing the few people in the common room, he was thankful that Ron and Hermione hadn't returned yet.

Recalling the pleasure that the snake-like hand brought him, Harry's ears burned uncontrollably, and his breathing became a little faster.He didn't want others to see his appearance at all, so he rushed up the stairs in three steps at a time, and returned to the boys' dormitory.

Thanks to Merlin, it's exactly the same inside as it was before Harry left.He was able to safely change his make-up, shower, and hide himself behind a crimson velvet curtain.At this time, his feverish brain finally calmed down a little, and he could seriously rethink what happened just now.

The Dark Lord's refusal was not so firm - his failure to leave the Stone House immediately after being alerted might have said it all.From the bottom of his heart, Harry would like to see this, even if the other party always deliberately provoked him to lose his temper with all kinds of words.He also really couldn't deny that what could be done was more important than what could be said, and he was sure they both enjoyed the intimacy between the two of them.

Even so, Voldemort's rhetoric still cannot be ignored.For example, it is true that the Dark Lord must lurk; whether it is him, Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix, the possibility of Voldemort leading the Death Eaters to tear through the disguise must indeed be considered.Voldemort's holding back, conniving and even giving in to him does not mean that the Dark Lord has completely changed.

Harry put his legs up, put his head on his knees, and watched the holly wand on the quilt through a beam of light that leaked through the curtains of the bed.He dropped it, in front of the Dark Lord, it's hard to believe now; although the Dark Lord never pulled out his wand, he did so subconsciously, had he completely believed that Voldemort would never again hurt him?

Hermione knew she'd be shocked, Harry thought, determined to keep that under wraps along with the more private parts.He wanted Voldemort to stop, but he never expected it to happen overnight; he had managed to salvage some of the situation anyway, and more was needed.Like, for example, he was genuinely curious about what Voldemort did with the diadem...

With good hopes in his arms, Harry fell asleep.He'd thought he'd be having dreams about the Dark Lord or Horcruxes, but this one was sweet.There was team training on Saturday morning and he was refreshed, his reflexes and his command were perfect.Everyone was quite surprised that he behaved differently after a week, but no one did not welcome it.

"If you recover sooner, we can beat Slytherin." Demelza said regretfully as he manipulated the broom to descend.

Ron and Ginny were also down and looked at Harry upon hearing this.Harry coughed dryly in embarrassment, "I'm sorry...I swear I will perform well in the next game."

Their feet hit the ground. "We believe in you." Jimmy and Richie patted Harry on the shoulder, and Dean winked at Harry before leaving, and Harry's sense of guilt finally got better.

Hermione, who was originally in the stands, also came down.Unlike the others, she looked at Harry thoughtfully.

Harry knew he couldn't hide it from her.After returning to the Gryffindor lounge, he took advantage of Ron and the others discussing practice, and told what happened last night as quickly and in a low voice as possible.

Hermione was taken aback, just like when Harry first found out. "You said that Ravenclaw's ghost is Ravenclaw's daughter? The mysterious man knew the whereabouts of the crown from her mouth?" She didn't understand the last one, "The crown is just a crown now?!"

"Dumbledore said he checked," Harry whispered, carefully watching the crowd not far away, "I don't think he could have gotten that wrong."

Hermione stared at Harry with wide eyes. "Do you know what this means?" Her voice was high-pitched, and she could barely hide her excitement. "This is different from our previous speculation that his cancellation of Occlumency tutoring may have something to do with the Quidditch competition! There is no doubt about it evidence of!"

Harry nodded. "So Dumbledore told me about it, and I had to find him."

"You do have to find him!" Hermione agreed immediately, without blinking. "Did he say he's reformed, Harry?"

This... Harry was a little embarrassed that they hadn't really come to a conclusion last night. "No." He could only shake his head, "Actually, he is still unwilling to explain the reason for canceling the tutoring."

Hearing this, Hermione lost her temper for a moment. "He doesn't want to say?" She thought for a while, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper. "The book says that recovering the Horcrux requires real repentance. Do you think he did it?"

"Even if he did, he wouldn't admit it." Harry avoided a direct answer, and his voice was dry, "but I suspect that either our definition of true confession is different from the book, or he has adopted other methods... ... Dumbledore doesn't seem to think he's really repented either."

This was exactly what Hermione had guessed, but there was one thing she didn't understand. "The definition of confession can be discussed again, but another method? What method?"

Harry had to shake his head, a little ashamed. "Dumbledore wants me to figure this out... and I haven't got even a little information."

"There is no example of him in the book, and Dumbledore said before that he was beyond the scope of general evil." Hermione patted his arm reassuringly, "No matter what method he uses, it is a good sign now .We just need time..." She was halfway through when she suddenly remembered something, "Then do you know if he will leave school?"

To be honest, Harry wasn't so sure, after all, the Dark Lord's thoughts were elusive. "Not yet?" He hesitated a little, "He didn't say it, and I didn't read it."

"...you didn't read it?" Hermione's eyes widened again in disbelief, "Could it be that you..."

As soon as Harry said it, he realized he had slipped. "We...that..." His face flushed instantly.

This reaction says it all. "No, no, no," Hermione quickly waved her hand to deny, "Don't tell me, I don't really want to know! No, I really don't want to know!" After emphasizing, she seemed to feel that there was ambiguity, and quickly added: "Whether it's you With whom, I don't want to know!"

The atmosphere became more awkward.At this moment, Ron finally remembered to look for them, poked his head out from the crowd, and shouted, "What are you doing, you?"

Although this sounded quite bitter and jealous, Harry was very grateful. "It's nothing," he replied, pointing his head deliberately while getting up, "I'll go up and rest first."

This made Ron mistakenly think they were talking about Occlumency, and died down.And Harry thought as he climbed the stairs that they hadn't discussed what the hell was going on with Voldemort's office doorknob.But when he pushed open the dormitory door, he had to think painfully how he was going to mention this to Ron and Sirius.

**

The day has entered November.The weather is as cold as freezing iron, and Hogwarts is covered with a layer of frost every morning.The icy wind cuts hands and cheeks, and few students like to attend classes in the venue.

Luckily for Harry, he only had to leave the castle during Herbalism class.If there was anything outside that could attract him, it was probably Hagrid's hut.

Grapp was still in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid had to spend a lot of time with him every day.On Monday morning, taking advantage of the lack of class, Harry and Ron knocked on the door of the hut during the short break before Hagrid entered the Forbidden Forest.

The half-giant welcomed them very much.He now has much fewer wounds than when he was in the fifth grade, which shows that his education to Glop is still somewhat effective.Harry, Ron and Hermione helped him a few times, but when Aragog died in sixth year, Hagrid was no longer safe in the Forbidden Forest, let alone them.

Ron privately told Harry and Hermione that he had never been more grateful to a spider.Of course, in front of Hagrid, he could only put on a concerned look: "It's so cold, he should be fine, right?"

"Giants aren't very afraid of the cold," Hagrid grinned. "Glop likes snow quite a bit... What a pity, if you weren't allowed into the Forbidden Forest, we could have snowball fights together!"

...a snowball fight with a giant? !

Not to mention Ron, Harry shrank his neck subconsciously. "It's a pity." He said against his will, counting on this dangerous topic to get over quickly, "Because of the bad weather, the Order of the Phoenix has nothing for you to do?"

"Oh, this," Hagrid became serious in an instant, "you know about Sirius being almost caught. Dumbledore thinks that we must not be caught first." He shrugged, "Isn't it Move me not move."

Of course Harry knew that it had happened right under his nose. "Are you saying that the Auror named Bedivere hasn't shown any flaws yet?"

"Actually, both Scrimgeour and Thicknesse like him very much." Hagrid said, "Amelia Bones, the head of the Auror office, is about to retire next year, and he is the most popular successor." By."

"But how long has he been here? More than two years?" Ron interjected in surprise, "So fast? Why not Kingsley?"

"You forgot, his resume is too good." Hagrid said, a little gloomy. "In terms of his performance in dealing with the dementor mutiny incident, he left everyone else by a large margin."

Harry and Ron exchanged a look.The dementors were instigated by Voldemort, and it is normal for Bedivere, who is basically determined to be a Death Eater, to profit from it.In other words, Voldemort created the chaos, in addition to rescuing the diehard Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban and taking the opportunity to hide his whereabouts, he also created an opportunity to plant nails in the Ministry of Magic?After all, surely Death Eaters are more loyal and reliable than the Imperius Curse?

"Besides," Hagrid tried to pretend to be casual, "how is your Defense Against the Dark Arts going?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other again.The professor is the Dark Lord, which is quite intrusive when you think about it, but none of them can say that Voldemort taught him badly. "Except for being too difficult, it's okay." Ron reluctantly came to a conclusion.

Hagrid didn't seem very convinced, but he seemed to think that if he asked more questions, he would reveal his truth, so he turned the topic back to Gropp.Harry listened casually, still thinking—

Assuming his previous guesses are true, when did Voldemort start planning everything?He only knows the tip of the iceberg now, is there another, bigger plan already underway under the water?

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