[HP] Similar but different

On the second day after this gathering of Death Eaters hidden in the night, Harry finally found a chance to walk out of the castle alone, deliberately hiding behind a boulder in a secluded corner.He had no classes in the afternoon, and Hermione met him after Arith and Divination.

"Oh, you're here." Holding her schoolbag, she ran down the hill in a hurry, not forgetting to look around, "There is no one else, the place is well chosen."

Harry looked around too, and pulled Hermione to his side. "We've got to hurry up," he said in a low voice. "We can't be late for dinner, Ron will be suspicious."

Hermione was wriggling her lips soundlessly, casting blinding spells and such around them.When she finally felt it was okay, she answered, "I know." She turned her head, flicking her long chestnut hair, "Considering that the two of you have the same courses, I guess you wanted to tell me something a long time ago?"

Although Harry felt guilty for hiding it from his friends, he thought he could explain it to Ron later.After all, it's too difficult to say... "Yes," he admitted in a low voice, "I didn't finish my sentence last time in the common room. I need your help, Hermione."

Hermione's expression instantly became more serious. "Anything else?" she asked slightly eagerly, putting away her wand.

Harry's explanation was quick and succinct because he had thought it through himself.He had three main problems: the doorknob to Voldemort's office, the right way to tell Ron and Sirius, and what to do next.

"You said he agreed to increase your meeting time?" Hermione repeated the latest news, a little confused and a little skeptical, "It doesn't sound like something he would do... I don't mean he doesn't care about you," She glanced at Harry and carefully arranged her words, "But he should not be a person who easily falls into a certain relationship, and therefore acts like a compromise to him."

To be honest, Harry's blood surged when he heard Voldemort say "I agree", and when he calmed down, he also felt that something was wrong. "The ball game first, and then the crown. Although they are all good things, they are a bit too smooth, aren't they?" He asked Hermione for confirmation.

Hermione gave him a look, sharp but appreciative. "It looks like you're really not overwhelmed by love."

"Uh..." Harry was somewhat embarrassed to be evaluated like that.And then it brought him to another, equally important point: "As far as he's concerned, he thinks Dumbledore already knew."

Hermione forgot everything else in an instant, her voice was high-pitched: "What did you say?!"

"Dumbledore probably already knows about Voldemort and me." Harry could only repeat again, his tone inevitably becoming dry, relaying to him what Dumbledore had asked him at the ball and he didn't care. Hermione.

"This..." Hermione's eyes widened. "Dumbledore knew, but he still told you about the diadem, and that didn't stop you from going to that man?"

Harry nodded. "Dumbledore meant that Tom would never tell him the truth."

It's easy to come to this conclusion after witnessing the meeting between Dumbledore and Voldemort at the Three Broomsticks.Shocked, Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "In this respect, you do have an advantage, after all, you are his..." The word "Horcrux" was swallowed before she could leave her mouth, and she seemed to wake up suddenly, "Then what does Dumbledore mean?" ? Did he want you to figure out how to retrieve the Horcruxes, or did he want to bring him news of the Death Eaters?"

"Both, I guess," said Harry, his tone a little heavy. "But you also know that my Occlumency is not very good. In this case, I think it's better for me not to ask Dumbledore for confirmation, nor do other members of the Order of the Phoenix."

...because Voldemort might have gotten news of the Order from his head in reverse?

Hermione rolled her eyes again. "That... must be difficult, Harry." She unconsciously bit her lower lip, worried, "You have to fight against You-Know-Who on your own!"

"As long as it is something I have to do, I will do it." Harry quickly replied in the affirmative. "And I still have you, don't I?"

The two stared at each other until Hermione looked away and rubbed her face vigorously. "Okay, I see." She muttered, still a little reluctantly, "I think we have to go step by step...to find out what he wants to do first, so we can explain it to others." She thought for a while, and added: "Forget it Ron, I'm worried that Sirius might do something impulsive if he finds out."

Even Harry had to admit that it was quite possible.Because of the death of his parents, Sirius was so vengeful that he was deceived by Wormtail and squatted in Azkaban for so many years. "No," he said firmly, "I can't let Sirius risk it for me."

Hearing that, Hermione relaxed a little. "I'm glad you think so," she said, and began to study. "Then let's start with the doorknob... and then tell me the details?"

Harry hastened to do so.After listening, Hermione frowned. "I have a bad idea." She mused, "I've never seen the drawer, but he never seemed to use a spell to open that door. Now you don't need to..."

"You think, too, that it might be soul-based magic?" Harry asked, and it was the only plausible explanation he could think of.As for why it wasn't their same blood...he suspected Voldemort had long since regretted using his blood to resurrect him.

Hermione nodded. "If this is the case, he must have expected the possibility of you looking for him."

Given that the only useful thing Harry found in Voldemort's office was a portkey, this inference was almost irrefutable.Although Voldemort might not have predicted that Harry had first approached him for the crown, Harry was somehow relieved.

"Anyway, try that doorknob sometime." Hermione didn't pay attention to Harry's expression, she was still thinking. "Also, similarly, if you go to see him first this weekend, maybe you will know what he means."

Harry didn't dare tell Hermione exactly the circumstances under which Voldemort agreed. "That's right," he agreed, a little guilty, "Trying is better than guessing..."

Before he finished speaking, there were vague and chaotic footsteps behind the boulder, which sounded like someone was walking down the hillside.Harry immediately shut up, exchanged glances with Hermione, half-bent down, and covered them under the Invisibility Cloak as quickly as possible, while moving quietly to the side.

"...here we go, Draco, it'll be dinner time soon," someone said gruffly, and Harry recognized Crabbe immediately.

There was a grunt in a nonchalant, exasperated voice, no doubt Malfoy. "Really, are you still thinking about dinner?" His words were a little harsh, "I promise, after you know this news, you will definitely not care about anything else. Gore," he instructed, "go and look behind the stone Anyone."

The sound of leather shoes slumping heavily on the grass was getting closer. Harry held his breath and tried to stick himself against the stone surface. Hermione was about the same as him.But the big Slytherin only leaned halfway across absently, then walked back. "Not even a ghost." He was a little impatient, but the question was eager. "Hurry up and tell me...it's the letter, isn't it?"

Malfoy might be nodding. "I know you've got it, too," he said, not hiding his smugness, "but my dad got more inside information than last night's meeting."

What letter?What meeting?what news?

Harry poked his head out quietly, without making a sound.

"More?" Crabbe asked, a curiosity that couldn't be called benevolent in his small eyes that were almost overwhelmed by fat.

Malfoy folded his arms, his gray eyes narrowed as if to resent Crabbe's implied command. "Next batch of new knights," he said firmly.

Harry could tell that both Crabbe and Goyle were interested in the subject, because he had never known their eyes could be so wide.He slipped cautiously back a little more so he could hear the ensuing conversation more clearly.

"Really? Your father knows this?" Crabbe asked again, his expression less aggressive now.

Malfoy couldn't help raising his eyebrows. "You may think that my father has indeed fallen out of favor," his pale pointed face pulled down, terribly gloomy, "but I want to remind you that Galahad still regards the Malfoy family as her most important relatives. And everyone knows that , she is one of the most trusted people of the Dark Lord!"

Crabbe's face changed at last. "Did Galahad tell your father?" He couldn't help being awed.

Under the Invisibility Cloak, Harry's expression also changed.Relatives of the Malfoy family?Galahad?she?Could Galahad be Bellatrix?

Malfoy snorted again. "Of course." He lifted his chin proudly, "Actually, she just visited Malfoy Manor at noon today."

Gore hadn't been able to interrupt the conversation, so he hurriedly asked, "Who did she tell you about the next batch of knights?"

"The Dark Lord is reviewing the new list," Malfoy said, nodding, clearly pleased with himself regaining the dominance of the conversation. "The list is top secret until it is officially announced, but the Dark Lord revealed it to his knights anyway." some."

Both Crabbe and Goyle looked at him desperately.

Malfoy paused for a moment.After enjoying the expressions of the two of them enough, he continued slowly: "She told my parents that one of the next batch of knights is staying at our manor." He suppressed his already low voice. A little lower, "You know, the mouse."

"……what?!"

If Crabbe and Goyle hadn't been so loud in surprise and Hermione had yanked him behind him, Harry would have nearly roared.Wormtail is hiding in Malfoy Manor?

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