[HP] Similar but different

These words were obviously hostile, and the atmosphere became tense for a while.

Harry whispered something bad as soon as he said it.The Dark Lord himself was present, and he couldn't do anything to little Crouch; in turn, the die-hard Death Eaters found their master with the savior... Well, he suddenly wondered what little Crouch looked like under the mask, really want.

But he was destined not to get an answer.Because the Death Eater just stood there, not even turning his face in his direction.

Voldemort seemed genuinely sorry, or so he sounded it. "I thought you might want to catch up." He shrugged helplessly. "In that case," he turned to Little Crouch again, "did you bring anything, Barty?"

"Yes, master." Little Crouch responded immediately, offering the small parchment roll sealed with wax with both hands.

With sharp eyes, Harry caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a pattern on the seal.But before he could see what it was, Voldemort had taken it, and the scroll quickly disappeared up his sleeve. "You will know my instructions." He said, his expression and tone were calm and calm, completely different from just now.

"Yes, master." Little Crouch bowed deeply, and then left.

Harry watched as the Death Eater's body passed through the wall, as if the gray-black stone didn't actually exist.Thinking that little Crouch should have come in like this, he couldn't help asking: "What kind of magic is that? It looks like... a ghost?"

That last word made Voldemort stare at Harry. "Sometimes you're sharp."

Harry now had a certain understanding of the Dark Lord's expressions. "So it really has something to do with ghosts?" He couldn't believe it. "Impossible? I mean, although Little Crouch is dead in the official records, he should still be alive!"

"You want to know?" Voldemort asked lightly.

Of course Harry wanted to know, but he knew at the same time that Voldemort wasn't going to go any further on the subject, at least not easily tell him. "Your tone sounds like there are some harsh conditions waiting for me." He evaluated cautiously.

Voldemort was almost amused. "Now I know what image I have in your heart," he said while shaking his head helplessly, "but it doesn't matter."

"Never mind?" Harry repeated.He was a little lost as to where the conversation was headed.

And this confusion seemed to please the Dark Lord. "Let's check one last time—" he said, with a smile on his lips. "Wherever I plan to attack and whomever I hurt, you will do everything in your power to stop me?"

"Right." Harry nodded.This is indeed what he said, and he reiterated it not long ago.

"I suppose," said Voldemort again, "that my history is still evil in your eyes, and probably never redeemed, is it?"

Harry began to frown, disgusted by the way the Dark Lord said "Redemption". "What are you trying to say?" he asked bluntly.

"Oh—" Voldemort dragged his voice falsely, "Patience is a virtue, Harry."

Harry didn't answer that, but his eyebrows almost went up.

Voldemort was clearly aware that Harry's patience was reaching its limit, for he returned to the subject when he spoke again: "You see, you and I know exactly what each of us has done, can do, and will do. Even though circumstances and routine The development is so different—" He curled his lips, "Our basic position will not change."

"Then?" Harry asked.He swore in his heart that if Voldemort dared to make another wrong decision, he would give the Dark Lord a good beating—no matter how big the difference in their magic power was!

Voldemort may have sensed the sudden tension. "I have a brilliant idea," he said slowly, "we each do what we want."

"What do you mean?" Harry wondered, "You're saying we're doing our own thing?"

"Basically, almost. You have your ideas, and I have mine, so—" Voldemort spread his hands, "You can do what you think is right, as long as you have enough strength."

Now Harry came to his senses.They can be lovers, and this relationship does not affect their respective positions and actions.It sounded perfect, but he suspected he wasn't sane enough to keep the parts of a person separate. "Is this a compromise?"

"Personally, I think it might be the best," Voldemort replied tactfully.

Harry thought for a while longer, not sure if Voldemort was hinting at something.If the Dark Lord already knew that he wanted to catch Wormtail, was this a declaration of not meddling, or just letting it go? "If I want to see that parchment scroll just now?" He asked carefully from another angle.

"Of course you can," Voldemort replied without blinking, obviously anticipating Harry's curiosity, "as long as you can get it." The smile grew on his lips.

...so this is back to the previous conclusion?

Harry was speechless.But at the same time, he believes that he cannot voluntarily give up the opportunity to bargain. "Then at least you can't take Legilimency on me."

"If you ask me, this is the part you should guarantee yourself." Voldemort replied tactfully.

That means practicing Occlumency well no matter what...Harry was rather frustrated.He had dismissed Voldemort's conclusion that he was not in the right personality to learn Occlumency, but he did have to accept the fact that Malfoy was better at it than he was.But of course, in other aspects of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he firmly believed that he had the best of Malfoy.

"That sounds like a complete competition," Harry continued to look for his own advantage, without hiding his displeasure. "I think it's very inappropriate."

Hearing this, Voldemort thought for a while. "That seems to be the case." He agreed with Harry. "What do you have to offer?"

Harry didn't answer, however. "If you want me to say, this is the part that you should consider." He skillfully threw the question back, "Since you asked it first."

Voldemort glared at Harry half surprised, half amused. "Quite a quick learner, huh?"

"As you can see." Harry snorted, folded his arms, and put on a calm and waiting look.

The tone really amused Voldemort.He thought for a moment, then started to approach Harry until there was not much distance left between the two of them.

Although Harry kept pumping himself up, every time the two of them got too close, he would inevitably have a stress reaction such as a racing heart and bristling hair.It's the same now. "You don't have to be so close to talk," he said, hoping he'd improved and acted more calmly this time.

"But I suspect you won't last me," Voldemort replied, not without teasing.

Harry stared at him suspiciously. "Why..." He was halfway through when he saw Voldemort raise his hand, and then the messy hair on his forehead was brushed away. "What's wrong?" He tilted his head uncomfortably, trying to avoid the hand.

But Voldemort moved faster.Harry just felt cold fingers on his lightning scar—

The kiss was so fierce that it was suffocating, so intimate that there was no gap... The messy robes all over the floor seemed to be torn off... Emerald eyes that were almost out of focus, covered with water mist, hazy and unmistakably exaggerated the emotion| Desire... The bare legs are spread wide, and there are traces of ambiguity everywhere...

"Stop! Stop!"

Harry backed away so abruptly that his crotch bumped against the desk.It should hurt him, but his face is on fire, his eyes are wandering, and there's no way he can notice anything else. "You...I..." He stuttered completely.

Voldemort was still smiling, but it was dangerously sinister. "Remember what I just said?"

Harry did remember, and he was sure he couldn't get through the descriptions of the scenes - it would be a shame to watch them for a few seconds.But at present, he has more important things to do than admit that Voldemort is right. "I suddenly remembered... I still have something to do," he said quickly, packing the books as fast as a hungry wolf was chasing after him, "I'm going back to Hogwarts first!"

Before the words were finished, Harry had already grabbed the schoolbag and the portkey.There was a flash of bright blue light and he disappeared.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows at this rapid development.The boy was scared away, as expected.He stopped where he was, thinking.After a while, he remembered the roll of parchment and took it out.

The progress reported above was not much different from a month ago, and Voldemort couldn't help but tie a knot between his brows. "Winky," he called deftly to the old Crouch house-elf.

Twinkle appeared.Her big head hung low, still trembling slightly. "You... what are your orders, noble Dark Lord?"

But Voldemort didn't look at her at all. "Let Barty do it again."

"I would like to follow your instructions." Winky replied with trepidation, and immediately apparated.

It crackled again.Voldemort walked towards the blank portrait without pausing and tapped on the frame. "Let Bella come over too." Seeing his young self appearing immediately, he explained briefly, "Just say we're going to take a long trip soon."