[HP] Similar but different

Soon, Butterbeer and Firewhiskey were set before Dumbledore and Voldemort respectively.Mrs. Rosmerta wanted to say something more, but the two people on the other side didn't speak, and the atmosphere was inexplicably subtle, so she walked away wisely.

Dumbledore raised his glass and took a long swig. "It's been a while since I've been here," he said cheerfully. "Rosmerta's butterbeer is always the best." He thought for a moment, then added, "Except for mead maybe... oh, red currant sweet The wine is also good."

Voldemort played the flame of his whiskey casually with his fingers, turning it from indigo to golden, and from golden to gray-green. "You don't really intend to tell me about your eating habits, and I'm not interested in knowing." His expression and tone were flat, "Don't waste your time."

"Are you really impatient, or do you just want me to think so?" Dumbledore asked softly, with the same smile on his face.

The corner was already dimly lit, and it was even more mysterious under the reflection of the constantly changing flames. "Is there something you can't see?" Voldemort replied slightly mockingly. "Also, a kind reminder - don't take yourself too seriously, Dumbledore."

"Oh, I don't think I'm that important. But as an opponent, I believe that most people still think that I need to be vigilant." Dumbledore replied calmly.

"Like that Auror called Dawlish, isn't it?" Voldemort smiled, but he didn't give Dawlish a single glance out of the corner of his eye. "Don't tell me, you once put him in your eyes?"

Dumbledore didn't answer right away.After a while, he said in a low voice: "He is also my student."

Voldemort paused for a moment with his fingers playing with the flames.He was sure that Dawlish could not be compared to him, just as he was sure that he did not want to discuss the teacher-student relationship with Dumbledore. "So what exactly are you trying to say today?"

Dumbledore took another sip of butter beer, with a look of helplessness on his brow. "I assume you noticed that it's been a month and a half since school started."

"Obviously." Voldemort said impatiently.

"Last time I heard from Harry that his Occlumency had improved," said Dumbledore, turning to Voldemort. "I have to consider this an astonishing achievement, considering all the factors."

"If that's what you want to say," Voldemort curled his lips, growing impatient, "you should also know that I will do everything in my power to ensure that the boy learns Occlumency."

Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Can I ask what method you used?"

"Threats and temptations, and that sort of thing," Voldemort replied with a sneer. "Anyway, it's something people of your kind can't think of."

"Our kind?" repeated Dumbledore.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "What are you trying to imply, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore put down his glass. "Well—" he said, his hands habitually meeting his fingertips, "you should have noticed that Harry is not very suitable for learning Occlumency."

"You are really euphemistic." Voldemort pointed out bluntly.

Dumbledore didn't stick to his guns on this point. "Anyway, Harry's previous Occlumency lessons have been disastrous. I know Harry; if you do what you say, things will only get worse."

Voldemort twirled his fingers again, and this time the flames turned orange. "You think I'm lying, Dumbledore?" He snorted.

Dumbledore continued to stare at Voldemort, his blue eyes sharp. "That's right."

Voldemort looked back intently, with a sneer on his lips. "Then I have no comment." He swallowed the wine and flames down his throat, and stood up: "I hope you can find a better reason next time—if there is a next time."

Dumbledore's eyes followed Voldemort's movements.When the other party was about to turn around and leave, he spoke again: "How is your progress?"

Voldemort paused. "Would you believe me if I said there was no progress?"

"In my impression, you have never been a person who admits that your abilities are limited," Dumbledore commented calmly, "including flaws and faults."

Voldemort's jaw tightened slightly. "So you still don't believe it?" He snorted back.

"Actually, I just want to know about your possible new relationship with Harry." Dumbledore pushed up his slipped half-moon glasses.

"A tutoring relationship?" Voldemort replied quickly, without blinking.

Dumbledore seemed a little distressed as he considered his words. "More than that."

"Then there is only a relationship between sworn enemies." Voldemort laughed contemptuously.

"Really, Tom? You really think so?" Dumbledore asked, his expression and tone were much more serious than before.

Voldemort also looked more impatient than before. "I don't know what answer you are expecting; but I don't mind reminding you again—" He bowed slightly, narrowing the distance between their eyes, "I killed the boy's parents, with my own hands."

Dumbledore's gaze seemed to freeze.After a long while, he sighed deeply. "You still don't understand, Tom... a man who lives without love deserves more mercy than the dead."

For a moment, Voldemort's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. "Your old problem, Dumbledore," he said, almost gnashing his teeth, "you always expect too naively from people."

"Maybe." Dumbledore said softly. "But at least I'm sure that what Harry did in fifth grade has exceeded my best expectations."

Voldemort stared at Dumbledore, then straightened up abruptly.As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he walked away without leaving a word.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched the black-robed wizard leave secretly, thinking that the frost on his face was more terrifying than the raging snowstorm outside.

"...scary," said Ron after the bar door opened and closed, rubbing his goosebumps with all his might, "I don't doubt he's You-Know-Who now - he hasn't done anything yet , I get hairy all over!"

Hermione frowned, looking around. "Did they break up? Dumbledore doesn't seem very angry?"

Harry also noticed that Dumbledore was continuing to drink his butterbeer. "Maybe," he replied absently, wondering what topic would make Voldemort so angry.

The other party didn't look at him before leaving, which usually means two possibilities: his previous guess was wrong, and Dumbledore and Voldemort did not come for him; or, they were indeed talking about him, but they couldn't do it at all. agree.

Harry had to admit that he had one more thing to worry about besides Sirius being almost caught.

"... If there is nothing else, I'll go first." Bedivere's voice came from across the potted plant unexpectedly.

Harry pretended to look up casually, and found that Bedivere's glass was already empty, while the other three's were still half full.

"Another drink?" Williamson asked him.

Bedivere shook his head.

Seeing this, the others didn't continue to stay. "We will go to Godric's Hollow to patrol in the afternoon." Dawlish reminded.

By this time, the light-haired man had put on his cloak.With a small nod of his head to show that he heard, he strode towards the door.

Harry's hands gripped the Invisibility Cloak in his bag.When the man walked past their table, he lowered his voice and said to Ron and Hermione, "I'll be back in a while."

"...Wait, you want?" Hermione's expression immediately changed back to panic.

But while she was talking, Harry had jumped out of his seat.He chased after him in three steps at a time, and pushed open the door that was still shaking.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness outside.The cold wind blew snowflakes into his neckline, causing Harry to shiver greatly.When he looked intently at the roads on both sides, he discovered that within this short period of time, Bedivere had disappeared.In fact, not a single footprint in the snow near the bar.

……How can it be?Could it be that the other party expected that he wanted to follow him?

Unwilling to give up, Harry ran on both sides.However, neither Voldemort nor Bedivere disappeared, and he had to go back the same way angrily.

If Harry could see through the snow, he would see two black winds swirling across the sky.They flew high over mountains and rivers until Voldemort fell first.

Before it actually touched the frozen ground, the black wind behind it had condensed into a human shape—it was Bedivere. "Master!" he said, kneeling down without hesitation.

"Get up, Barty," said Voldemort quietly.In truth, he was a long way from being in a good mood; but if he got out of control, Dumbledore really had his way. "Do you have something to report?"

Bedivere, who was essentially Crouch Jr., stood up respectfully. "Earlier today, I found Harry Potter and Sirius Black at the Shrieking Shack."

"Oh?" Voldemort didn't show any surprise.

"Siris Black is a fugitive from the Ministry of Magic, and I can catch him easily," said Crouch Jr., watching Voldemort's face carefully, "but I have firmly in mind your instructions—anything involving Harry Potter's affairs must first be approved by you."

Voldemort nodded appreciatively. "Did they find you?"

"They were wearing an invisibility cloak, and I pretended not to see them," Crouch Jr. replied immediately.

"Well done," said Voldemort, thoughtfully.

Little Crouch heaved a sigh of relief. "If you encounter Sirius Black alone next time, what are your instructions, master?"

Voldemort didn't answer right away.It was a while before he asked a question that sounded irrelevant: "What has Wormtail been doing lately?"

"As usual," said little Crouch with uncontrollable disgust, "whining and complaining all day long, insisting that he deserves the kiss of death."

Voldemort was noncommittal. "Black won't be alone anymore." He turned back to the previous topic, "but it doesn't matter, I have better ways to deal with him."

Crouch Jr. keenly read between the lines. "Follow your orders, Master!"

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As soon as the principal and the Dark Lord meet, it becomes a brain-burning drama in seconds ╮(￣▽￣")╭