[HP] Similar but different

Harry didn't return to school from the stone house until the next day of the new year.He couldn't say that he didn't enjoy the past day and night; but thinking of the situation he was about to face, his scalp was still numb——

Hermione is always smart, not to mention knowing the previous situation, it is very likely to guess what happened; as for Ron, it is likely that he will not easily accept the statement that he is tutoring...

As soon as Harry entered the common room, he saw two of his good friends occupying a table facing the doorway, and looked up at the sound.Judging from the direction of their faces and the speed of their reactions, they were waiting for him.

"You're finally back, Harry!" Ron immediately stood up and looked Harry nervously from top to bottom. "Are you all right?"

Harry had a hard time telling the truth. "It's okay," he mumbled, crying inwardly.

This obviously couldn't dispel Ron's suspicion. "What's the status of your Occlumency?" He asked wonderingly, "From night to day, and from day to night?"

It had nothing to do with Occlumency actually... Harry couldn't help his embarrassment, even more embarrassment when he thought about what they'd actually done. "I... this..." He almost stammered, "That's it..."

Ron raised his eyebrows high. "What's the matter? Don't tell me, you have been detained until this time?" At the end, his tone was full of disbelief.

Harry didn't know whether it was better to be mistaken for detention or to tell the truth, so he kept silent.He always hoped there would be a good time to tell Ron, but when was the real good time?

Ever since Harry entered the door, Hermione had been staring at him for a moment, with surprise and understanding gradually showing in her eyes.At this time, she finally said, "It wouldn't be surprising if you were detained, after all, your Occlumency has never been better."

Hearing this, Ron turned his head, and his eyes began to scan back and forth between the two of them.Although Hermione seemed to be speaking for him, he thought Hermione's reaction was a bit unusual - if Hermione really thought that Harry's study progress was worrying, whether it was criticism or urging, wouldn't it be more than that? "Is there something you two are hiding from me?"

"Of course not!" Because of her guilty conscience, Hermione immediately denied it, before Harry.

Ron narrowed his eyes.Although he said nothing, Harry understood that this was a sign of Ron's more suspicion.Thinking back to yesterday, compared to now...Harry was not surprised to find that he didn't want Hermione to be misunderstood by Ron for helping him hide this secret. "It's nothing to do with Hermione," he decided after all - it might never be a good time - "it's all about me."

Almost at the next instant, Hermione cried out nervously, "Harry!"

"Really?" Ron looked at them both again, crossing his arms across his chest, almost certain that he was being shut out from some big secret. "What the hell is going on?"

"Harry!" Hermione stood up hastily, restraining her words.

"Thank you for always helping me, Hermione," Harry shook his head at her, "but Ron has a right to know."

There was a silence, and Hermione had nothing to say.She didn't know what made Harry choose now, but she knew that Harry's determination could not be changed. "No matter what Harry says later, Ron, promise me, don't be angry, will you?" she said to Ron, with a subtle plea in her tone.

The direction of the wind was not at all what he had guessed before... Ron secretly heaved a sigh of relief, became optimistic, and doubts began to turn into curiosity. "What's the matter? I've asked for the third time." He still looked at both sides, "You both seem to be very serious..."

Harry didn't dare to meet his friend's gaze, so he closed his eyes. "...I have a boyfriend."

"--what?!" Ron yelled in surprise when he heard it-his previous tone proved to be too early-"What are you talking about-boyfriend?!"

Harry nodded hard.He was getting more and more nervous because of the embarrassment and embarrassment that might ensue.

"Ha, so you're saying that you didn't go to tutoring, but sneaked out to date your boyfriend?!" Ron asked in disbelief. "Who is he?" he asked again, but there was no answer for a while.He stared at Harry for two seconds, then at Hermione for another two seconds: both of them looked away evasively...

"Don't tell me..." He linked up the tutoring and boyfriend, his voice began to tremble involuntarily, his curiosity was completely scared away by his own guess, "That boyfriend is..."

At this moment, Harry really didn't dare to look at Ron's expression at all. "You guessed it," he admitted bluntly after all, "it's Voldemort."

A sudden, terrifying silence enveloped the entire common room.The fire was crackling in the fireplace, and the cold wind was howling outside the window, but no one paid attention.

"Ron..." Hermione said worriedly, her fingers twisted subconsciously.

This seems to have touched an invisible mechanism. "That's impossible!" Ron exclaimed, as if afraid to hear what was behind her. "You two must be conspiring to trick me, aren't you?"

Harry had to notice that Ron wasn't looking at him either, but at Hermione imploringly.

The brunette girl still shook her head under this invisible pressure. "It's not funny at all, you know, Ron." She seemed to have made up her mind of some kind since Harry started. "There's only one way we can talk about it, and that's -- it's a fact."

Ron's freckles seemed to have turned white from the shock and fear. "Impossible..." he kept repeating, as if to negate everything he had heard, "Impossible..."

"I've known," said Hermione again, "and you probably knew about it before I did, though you didn't mean to—do you remember our game against Slytherin? Harry was in a bad mood and we You thought the mysterious man deliberately made things difficult for him, and then you said that Harry was more like..."

"I had a fight with my girlfriend..." Ron murmured, his eyes glazed over. "But I really didn't think about it that much..."

Everyone knew that he was talking nonsense at that time, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.After another while, Ron spoke again, with a somewhat gloomy tone: "You said you already knew, Hermione?" He still didn't look at Harry.

Hermione certainly noticed this.She glanced at Harry cautiously before continuing: "Your words reminded me. So I blocked Harry in the empty classroom, and he had to admit it."

"Really?" Ron still had great doubts, "Do you believe it? Are you sure that Harry wasn't under the Imperius Curse or something? If the other party is a mysterious person, we should think about the worst, shouldn't we? Not to mention what kind of power the mysterious man wanted to get from Harry?"

The idea of ​​the Imperius Curse was mentioned by Voldemort a long time ago, and it was impossible for Ron to accept it all at once.Harry wasn't too surprised, but his heart was getting heavier and heavier. "I didn't," he clarified in a low voice, although he didn't know if it was useful or how useful, "and I wasn't deceived by him."

Ron reacted by squinting at the fireplace. "In the past six months, the mysterious man has had a chance to attack." He reluctantly ignored Harry, and snorted again.

"If Voldemort wanted to, he could have done what you say," admitted Harry, "but you forgot, I'm his Horcrux. If he doesn't use Occlumency on me, I'll know what he's thinking ...he can't lie to me."

"How do you know when he uses Occlumency and when he doesn't?" Ron retorted immediately, "Maybe he deliberately created some false ideas for you to see? Let you have certain illusions, and then he wants to cheated of something?"

Some delusion was unmistakably love, and Harry took a deep breath. "Perhaps you're right," he admitted again, "but you're overestimating him—he could try to seduce me in any way, but it's never going to include making me fall in love with him."

Ron wanted to refute at first, but he suddenly discovered Harry's hidden reason-even if he was as cruel as Voldemort, he couldn't think of using love to lure the enemy.It's too strenuous, and it's too easy to be exposed... "Wait a minute," he found another question and was inexplicably surprised, "What do you mean I overestimated him?"

After half an hour.

Ron slumped limply in the armchair, his eyes blank. "So things became like this?" He still couldn't accept it, and seemed to be talking to himself, "How could this be..."

Harry just told the ins and outs like beans down a bamboo tube—including the prophecy, but erased the private parts—now he feels more uneasy than ever, like a chained lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Hermione was more concerned with other things than Ron. "You read something crucial this time." She stared at Harry intently. "He realizes that he made a mistake; it won't help change the past, but at least it won't repeat itself. It's not really a confession, but if I ask you, it might More useful than confession. It's a wonderful development for us."

"No," Ron retorted subconsciously, "you really all believe him?"

Hermione turned to look at him, eyes that were, for a moment, indescribably sharp. "Believe him or not, I believe in Harry." She was determined, her hands clenched into fists, "no matter what their relationship is, it can't change Harry's goal-and I think that is indeed worth fighting for. "

Ron opened his mouth, seemingly helpless. "It's not that I don't believe you... people, and I don't want to start a... war with anyone," he said weakly, "but can Harry alone really stop the mysterious man from doing evil?" He waved his hands indiscriminately , as if wanting to catch something but failing, "He is the most dangerous dark wizard ever!"

"Of course I do," Hermione affirmed.She wanted to say something more, but turned to Harry again.

"I don't know if I can do it alone," Harry replied honestly, "but I promise I will do everything in my power to stop him..." Thinking of what to say later, he unconsciously avoided the eyes of the other two , "including killing him."

This was back to the previous deadlock, because killing Voldemort meant that Harry must die with him... Both Ron and Hermione shuddered unconsciously.

"There can't be only a dead end," Hermione whispered after a long silence, "After all, Dumbledore also tacitly let you try, didn't he?"

Ron was clearly not optimistic.His expression seemed to say that Dumbledore still believed that Snape's big greasy bat would get better, but it was too inappropriate to mention it now, and he swallowed it back with difficulty.Besides, Snape reminded him of someone else. "What about Sirius?" he asked matter-of-factly. "What would he think if he found out?"

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