[HP] Similar but different

"...Professor Dumbledore did know about it a long time ago. Before the school started, he asked for my opinion and asked me what I think about the mysterious man coming to teach at Hogwarts."

Harry and Sirius were sitting face to face in the Shrieking Shack when Harry Squeak and Sirius explained this.

Sirius was still hard to believe. "Why did Dumbledore agree?" He was now in a new rage, and he was already speechless, "Could it be that he is old and his head is not clear?"

Voldemort was leaning lazily in the shadow by the wall, turning his wand once and for all, the corners of his mouth curled up when he heard the words, in a sign of approval.

This scene fell into Harry's eyes, and it made his forehead throb and throb.Before Sirius found out, he turned to Voldemort and said, "Why don't you go back first? I'll do it myself."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Voldemort asked back, seemingly ignoring Sirius who immediately glared at him.

Harry's head hurt even more, and he couldn't help but be sure that nothing really happened today, except Voldemort - he didn't think the Dark Lord was really happy at the moment, but he was doing him a favor today. "Can you send me a message so that Ron and Hermione don't wait for me?" There are so many things, I can't finish talking until dark!

Voldemort stared at Harry for a moment, then smiled. "Okay." He stepped out of the shadows and approached Harry.

Sirius jerked his body up from his seat. "What do you want to do?" He blocked between the two with a face full of vigilance.

"Show Harry the wound." Voldemort folded his arms, as if amused.

Although Sirius knew that he was too emotional when he spat - he couldn't do it now - but he still didn't want to follow the other party's wishes. "Harry can just go to the school hospital!"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow with a half-smile. "Indeed. As long as Harry can explain to Madam Pomfrey how he was injured by a remote Dark Arts spell."

They were at each other's throats, and Harry had a terrible headache. "It's okay, Sirius," he tugged at the godfather's robe behind his back, not daring to be too loud, "It will be soon."

Sirius turned his head, and what caught his eyes was Harry's face covered with tiny eccentric bloodstains.Although it looked like a flesh and blood wound, but the black magic... the school doctor couldn't solve it, and Dumbledore, but he found that he didn't want to mention Dumbledore right now.

Just as Sirius was hesitating, the smile on Voldemort's face deepened, and he walked around him in a flash.

"You—!" Sirius blew his beard and stared instantly.But Voldemort's hand was already on Harry's shoulder, and he couldn't do anything but watch it covetously.

Harry had to suspect that Voldemort was trying to provoke his godfather on purpose.When the other party bent down, he asked in a low voice: "Stop laughing."

"What?" Voldemort deliberately misinterpreted Harry's words. "Don't you like it?" As he said that, the tip of his wand touched Harry's cheek.

Harry just felt the mess on his face go away.Then, the tip of the stick began to move gently on the skin, and the burning pain turned into coolness. "Of course not." He explained in a low voice, almost sighing out of comfort, "I didn't know you were good at healing spells."

This is a compliment, but Voldemort is a bit disgusted. "Am I bragging when you think no one can surpass me in the dark arts?"

Harry couldn't help puffing up his cheeks, wanting to praise you for nothing, but realizing that the godfather was there, he restrained himself.Neither of them spoke again until Voldemort healed all wounds.

"Come to my office when you get back to school."

Just as Harry was about to agree, he realized that Voldemort's lips hadn't moved at all.Realizing that the other person was talking to him in his head, he could only nod.

Voldemort looked satisfied.He put away his wand, touched Harry's cheek again, and it was blown away like a gust of wind.

Sirius, who was deliberately ignored, was stuck on the sidelines from the beginning to the end, and the whole body was dead.He heard those words, as if he saw the telepathic communication...

This man can't be Voldemort, can he?Absolutely not, right?

Also, why does he feel that he is so redundant?What the hell!

**

It was already late at night when Harry sneaked back to school.He felt that Voldemort was most likely getting impatient, so he trotted over.But as soon as he opened the oak door, he was surprised to find that the other party was also covered in dust.

"Did you just go out?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Voldemort nodded as he undid his dripping traveling cloak and hung it aside. "There's something to take care of." He explained briefly, and then asked Harry, "Have you solved it yet?"

Harry wanted to ask something, but the other party preempted him, so he could only answer: "I don't know if it counts... Sirius still has opinions, but at least I told him everything." He sighed with relief He took a breath, but only for a moment. "The ones in the back, take your time."

These words were ordinary, but Voldemort's complexion began to become dignified and complicated.He looked at Harry silently, and after a long while, he suddenly ruffled Harry's hair.

Harry dodged the fussy hand half-heartedly. "You just said that you have something to deal with," he still couldn't hold back the impulse that had been suppressed for a long time, "Is it about Bellatrix?"

Voldemort paused. "Yes," he admitted, with a flash of gloom on his face, "she's too careless today."

Harry thought about asking Bellatrix what punishment he had received; but then he realized that Voldemort's definition of punishment was far harsher than his.Then he tried to ask: "I think she likes you."

There was another silence. "It's not a matter of a day or two." Voldemort admitted it honestly.

Harry wanted to wait for the next word, but there was nothing later. "So, do you owe me an explanation?" He didn't want to sound jealous, but honestly, he cared as hell.It was one thing for him not to speak when Sirius was around, and quite another now.

"I thought Dumbledore had told you earlier that Death Eaters are only useful in my eyes." Voldemort blinked, unable to say that he was not cunning, or avoiding the most important thing, "Do you think I will fall in love with anything?"

Not to mention items, even people are difficult!Harry couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he didn't intend to let the other party go so easily. "If my information is correct, most of the escaped Death Eaters are not in Britain." He said carefully, "but you still choose to keep her by your side?"

"I..." Voldemort seemed to be about to answer, but he raised his eyebrows halfway, "I thought you were more angry because you were hurt...but you are more jealous, Harry?"

Harry's first reaction was to deny it, and his second reaction was to become angry. "Shouldn't I be jealous?" He was really angry, "The reason why she attacked me was not because I said your name, but because I said our relationship!"

By now Voldemort had gotten the whole story from Bellatrix. "Don't take her words to heart," he comforted, frowning slightly, "I didn't think well about what happened today."

Harry pursed his lips.Saying this from Voldemort's mouth is equivalent to "it's all my fault", and Voldemort has promised that there will be no next time; he should be satisfied, but why is he still depressed?He wanted to ask Bellatrix if she would continue to stay in the place closest to Voldemort in the future, but he couldn't ask because of his self-esteem.

"Come here, Harry," said Voldemort again, almost tenderly, "let me check you for any other wounds."

Harry stood there stubbornly. "So what?" He felt annoyed, more aggrieved; but he didn't want to show it.If it's just a simple duel, his defeat to Bellatrix can only show that he still needs to work hard; but if it's because of emotional reasons...

I don't know if it was intentional, but Voldemort actually replied seriously: "They will fester slowly, and the worst thing is that you will be fully aware of the whole process."

This description made Harry shudder a little, but he still didn't want to show weakness. "Then..." The angry "let it rot" later turned into a half-cry, because he found himself in the opponent's arms, "What are you doing!" He tried to break away the arms surrounding him, but they were so tight airtight.

"Don't make trouble, Harry," Voldemort said softly.

Harry didn't want to cooperate at first, but when he met those black jade-like eyes at close range, his heart beat heavily—something overflowed from inside, and seeped into his body bit by bit. , invisible and colorless, but nowhere to escape.After staring at each other for a while, he closed his eyes unconsciously, and was kissed firmly in the next second.

"Of all the times you've lost your temper with me, today might be my favorite one." When the two finally parted, Voldemort chuckled, his voice low.

Harry leaned against his chest to reply to his overly rapid panting, but when he heard this, he became annoyed again.Is there such a ruined atmosphere? "you……"

But Voldemort left Harry absolutely no room for rebuttal. "Bellatrix will never appear before you again."

Harry froze. "What do you mean?" He pulled the distance between the two of them and looked suspiciously at the man's handsome face.

"Literally." Voldemort smiled, but with a predatory look on his face, "I've sent her away."

Harry was familiar with the faint red light in the Dark Lord's eyes, all about desire.His body was also a little ready to move, but he still couldn't help thinking, whether being sent abroad as crazy and loyal as Bellatrix was the cruelest and most unacceptable punishment in her eyes, even more than being imprisoned in Az Caban...

"Are you sure you want to continue thinking about others?"

Hearing this sentence suddenly, Harry found himself sitting on a large and thick desk.The man was sticking tightly in front of him without any gaps, his eyes were deep.His heartbeat accelerated again, he pulled down the other party's neck forcefully, and kissed him again.

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Shaking my hand...too much sugar has been added【.