[HP] Similar but different

At the end of the third year, Wormtail escaped, so that Sirius has not been able to get rid of the crime that does not belong to him; now, according to what Malfoy revealed, Wormtail is not only alive and well, but may also be reused by Voldemort?

It's hard to say which angered Harry more, that Wormtail was at large or that the Dark Lord was still alive.But his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, anyone could spot it.

"Come here..." Ron arrived in the auditorium first, and when he saw him and Hermione, the greeting he had just spoken turned into hesitantly, "What's the matter?"

Harry strode over to the long table and sat down without saying a word.

Hermione followed suit and sat down.She whispered to Ron to wait until later, and looked at Harry again, her eyes full of concern.

After the meal, the three of them left the table first, and found a corner of the castle around a corner.After making sure that no one was around, Hermione explained: "Harry just heard Malfoy tell Crabbe and Goyle that Wormtail might be the next batch of knights, and he lives in Malfoy Manor."

"...No way?!" Ron opened his mouth wide, no less surprised than Crabbe and Goyle. "Isn't a knight the title of a core member of the Death Eaters? Although I don't know their selection criteria, that's fine with Lestrange, but why is Wormtail?"

"I'm afraid most Death Eaters basically think the same as you." Hermione replied, but she still looked worriedly at the silent Harry.

Ron took something from her reaction. "Wait," he also turned to Harry, his eyes widening. "You've been silent all this time. You're not thinking about how to catch Wormtail, are you, Harry?"

"He should have been caught!" Harry gritted through his teeth.

"At that time, none of us expected that Lupine just transformed. And those dementors floating around..." Hermione hurriedly followed, her words were comforting, "otherwise Wormtail wouldn't be able to escape."

Harry turned his head away, staring sullenly at the darkening sky. "Wormtail must tell the truth," he spat out every single word. "I can't watch Sirius be imprisoned forever."

Ron and Hermione exchanged a quick look.They also hope that Sirius will be cleared of his charges. The problem is how to catch Wormtail.Since Wormtail is hiding in Malfoy Manor, he has to go through Malfoy's level first.

"Let's report to the Ministry of Magic, okay?" Hermione tried to make a suggestion, "I know Lucius Malfoy has an eyeliner in the Ministry, but we can use other reasons!"

"Even if you don't hide the real reason and don't startle the snake, there's a good chance the Aurors won't notice a mouse," Ron pointed out. "In addition, the Order of the Phoenix has already used the method you mentioned. Do you remember when we were in the sixth grade?" He was rather resentful when he mentioned this. "My dad led the team, but nothing was found."

Hermione bit her lower lip as the apparent means didn't work. "Then..." She racked her brains to think, "Can I just wait outside Malfoy Manor?"

All three of them knew it was impossible to say this.There's a lot going on in the Order of the Phoenix; if there were spare men to guard Wormtail, Sirius wouldn't be grounded until now.Plus, Wormtail is so good at hiding himself that it's not easy to catch him.

Harry, however, answered yes without hesitation. "I'll try it." Facing Ron and Hermione's shocked eyes, he said firmly, "I know where Wormtail is, and I can't do nothing. Winter vacation is less than two months away, and I still have Time to find a way to deal with Wormtail..."

"Are you implying that you plan to spend your winter vacation at Malfoy Manor?!" Ron interrupted Harry abruptly, almost stuttering in surprise, "Stop joking, Harry! Don't say that the grown-ups will definitely not agree, and you How do you know Malfoy won't do anything to you?"

"I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want," Harry replied, without showing any sign of wavering. "And I don't think Malfoy would have done anything to me, if he'd been a Death Eater."

Ron opened his mouth again.He realized that he had forgotten an important point - the Dark Lord himself was teaching at Hogwarts, and if he wanted to do anything to Harry, he would have done it long ago; other Death Eaters, most likely like Bedivere, Ordered to stay out of Harry's business.

"You-Know-Who doesn't know about your plan, does he?" He felt weak because he planned to use Voldemort to dissuade Harry, "Would he just sit back and watch you want to catch his men?"

"Maybe he won't sit idly by," Harry snorted coldly, his expression becoming more and more ugly, "but does he have the right not to let me catch Wormtail?"

The other two immediately looked at each other.Ron was at a loss for words, and after a long while, Hermione whispered, "What about Sirius himself? Whether you live at 12 Grimmauld Place or The Burrow, there's no way he doesn't know you're always running out."

"Just stay," said Harry quickly. "Just say I'm studying for NEWTs."

The excuse was perfect... Hermione frowned as she read from the fluent responses that they couldn't stop Harry.

A long silence followed.

Harry was rapidly building up the outlines of the plan in his head.In fact, Ron was right. The most critical part of this matter may be to hide it from Voldemort... When he came back to his senses, he noticed that both friends looked disapproving. "I know it's a dangerous thing, and I know it's a risk. So..." He tried to slow down his tone, "I can go by myself."

Ron's expression instantly became indescribable, and Hermione jumped to his feet. "Impossible!" she announced aloud, almost aggressively. "Why do you think we agreed to let you deal with Wormtail and Malfoy alone?"

"I..." Ron looked pale.

"He was your mouse, Ron!" Hermione turned to him immediately. "To put it bluntly, you were obliged to catch him!"

Ron's face turned greener, as if he recalled the ten years he spent with the dangerous murderer day and night. "This...if we all stay in school, Filch won't let us leave?"

Hermione tossed her hair. "So many secret passages! Or a portrait of Harry..." She turned to Harry again, "If I made another portrait of you and stuffed it in Honeydukes' storage room, would you mind?"

Obviously, shaking his head gave Harry a choice. "Actually, Ron can..."

What he wanted to say was that Ron didn't have to participate, but Hermione cut him off: "Ron can help us cover when we set off to catch Wormtail!"

Ron's face was a deep red now, even his freckles were bright red. "...I'm not staying at the castle!" he yelled, as if insulted, "I'll catch him, myself!"

Harry looked at him, then at Hermione who had a firm attitude, opened his mouth twice, and could only give up the idea of ​​persuasion. "Then... let's discuss what to do now?"

**

For the next two days, Harry quietly followed Malfoy whenever he could.As for Hermione, she plunged into the library and took Ron together to find knowledge that might be useful.

However, the Slytherins did not bring up the topic of Wormtail again, and Harry got nothing.Friday was fast approaching, and he was doing quite well in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.After dinner, he climbed up to the third floor alone, and opened the oak door guarded by the double-headed snake.

"Oh, here you are, Harry." Voldemort was rummaging in front of the newly-appeared bookshelf with his back turned to him, "Considering the part that was suspended, let's start today by emptying our brains."

Before this request was released, Harry must have thought that the other party was perfunctory; but today he was relieved.He doubted he could keep it from Voldemort for long, but the longer the better. "Okay." He replied, put his schoolbag on the ground, pulled over the chair on one side, and sat on it.

The attitude was astonishingly cooperative... Voldemort turned his head in surprise, and what he saw was Harry's face with his eyes closed.He stared fixedly for a while, then looked Harry from head to toe again, narrowing his jet-like eyes slightly, but finally said nothing.

Just sitting and standing like this, more than half an hour passed quickly.

"It's almost time." Voldemort turned around, still holding the book in his hand.Seeing that Harry opened his eyes, he continued: "Try to resist my insanity again."

Harry hesitated, but nodded anyway. "I hope I've maintained the level I was at before."

"Exactly what I hoped for," said Voldemort curtly. "Ready?"

Harry nodded again.But just in the middle of the action, he felt those piercing black eyes silently entering his mind——

There was a golden light flying by the side of Malfoy's broom, and he couldn't help cursing... The two-headed snake couldn't move its handle, and he was a little restless... The pale eyes stared at him through the cracks in the planks, and he My heart beat almost out of my throat...

"No!"

With this sound, the world returned to Harry's eyes. "It still doesn't work," he breathed heavily and was very dissatisfied with himself, "it still doesn't work..."

This time, however, Voldemort made no sarcasm. "I thought you'd given up on the unreliable hope of achieving it overnight." He said calmly, "Have you noticed? This time you let me see all the trivial things."

Harry couldn't help raising an eyebrow.Maybe the Quidditch match was of little consequence to Voldemort, but the latter two were still trivial matters? "Are you implying something?" He couldn't control his curiosity, "You knew I would open your office?"

To Harry's surprise, Voldemort admitted with little hesitation. "I've known since I got back that you're the one who gets to the bottom of everything," he said, as if a little amused, "and I just need you. Why don't you just keep things simple?"

"Uh..." Harry was speechless, and changed the subject: "That Auror..."

"Really? Are you going to mention those people in front of the Dark Lord?" Voldemort asked back, looking very disgusted.

Harry saw immediately that there was no way he could get Voldemort to tell him about Bedivere. "I heard you had a meeting recently." He thought Voldemort would talk about him again, but the answer was tantamount to admitting—

"Anyone talkative again?" Voldemort paused. "I assume that's why you're behaving strangely today?"

Harry didn't nod or shake his head. "What are you going to do gathering them together?" he pressed.

"Slaughter Muggles, rule the world..." Voldemort replied nonchalantly, until he saw the look on Harry's face: "I was just saying it offhand. If that was the case, Dumbledore would have told you, hadn't he?" he thought After thinking about it, he added: "No matter what it is, it is far from the good thing you think."

But this time Harry wasn't angry.He folded his arms and stared at Voldemort for a moment. "You know," he said at last, "what I told you at Riddle's House will always stand."

"Me too." Voldemort replied softly, and the smile that was infinitely close to satisfaction appeared on his face again.

Harry stared at the handsome but unusually unbeatable man for a while, then picked up his schoolbag abruptly.Just as he was about to reach the door, he stopped, turned around and rushed back to give Voldemort a kiss, then rushed out again.

Staring at the swaying door, Voldemort subconsciously touched the lips that still had the boy's warmth, and really smiled. "Don't let me down, Harry."