[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

When the Resurrection Stone opened the door and walked into the ward, Harry's eyes subconsciously swept to his right hand, but the surface of the pure black ring, which was about an inch square, became extremely smooth, and looked like glass from a distance. The texture, when the sunlight reflects on it, it is unexpectedly dazzling.

"You are, that potion master who 'recently became famous in North America'?" The savior stared at him with a toothache expression, well, don't think about it, as long as the Soul Resurrection Stone is here, the younger one Riddle must be not far away, but God knows why these Riddles must appear together, and they all end up by his side? ! "Yes, nice to meet you, dear Harry." The soul-returning stone's tone was extremely brisk, and he glanced at the black snake swimming and coiling on the other side inexplicably, and the arc of his lips deepened unconsciously. A few points: "I already have the most basic understanding of your situation, but in order to solve the problem faster, I think you don't mind if I do another inspection?"

"Of course, I don't mind at all." He gave a dry answer in the affirmative, but in fact Harry didn't think it was necessary to check the Soul Resurrection Stone. If even Voldemort couldn't solve this problem, then decades ago Naturally, it is even more impossible for him.It's just that unless he reveals Riddle's real identity at this time, there is no reason to refuse anyway... In fact, it doesn't matter if you check it, right?Although he felt that something seemed wrong, Harry quickly unbuttoned his jacket, and pulled the clothes aside with a quick movement, fully showing the scars on his shoulders that hadn't fully healed.

The seemingly horrible penetrating wound has basically healed, but the tragedy of the incident can still be seen from the remaining traces. The soul-returning stone's eyes dimmed slightly, and subconsciously remembered Voldemort who passed out in a coma that day, tsk, really It hurts to think about it.He took out an unfamiliar magic wand that was obviously newly bought from his pocket, and twirled it between his fingers smartly before pointing it at the top of the wound. It was not obvious to detect the light of the magic spell, but it originally concealed its whereabouts. However, under this light, the black substance became very clear, circling around the wound, as if trying to avoid the direct sunlight but unwilling to leave from the side of the wound.

"What the hell is this?" Harry frowned subconsciously. Every time he saw this black substance, he would feel a chill suddenly emerge from the bottom of his heart. Although it was not life-threatening, there was always a subtle Uneasy, but apart from its own magical power, what will Fiendfire leave behind? "The traces left by Fierce Flame...you really can afford it," the soul-returning stone tentatively touched the black substance with its fingers, and its expression gradually became serious: "Indeed, because it was you who inspired this spell." Myself, so they will naturally be attracted by your magical aura, conventional treatment methods should be difficult to solve... But don't worry, the problem is not too serious." His tone was still extraordinarily relaxed, and his fingers were even ambiguous He spun around along the boy's muscle texture.Startled by his action, Harry dodged backwards, hitting the back of his head hard on the head of the bed. The savior gasped and stared at the culprit dissatisfied.

But he didn't say much. After all, he could see clearly which was more important. There were more important issues to be solved right now.The casual attitude of the soul-returning stone really made him a little uneasy, it's not serious, what do you mean it's not serious?

Perhaps in Riddle's world, as long as he could survive, nothing was considered serious.Before Harry could ask anything, Voldemort, who was watching the whole process with cold eyes, suddenly swam to the bedside with a strong sense of encroachment, and wrapped around Harry's body in front of the Resurrection Stone, with a pair of blood-red snake eyes indifferent staring at the young man. "I didn't intend to do anything to him, at best I just told the truth, you don't need to make such a gesture, right?" Looking at the vigilant attitude of the black snake, the soul-returning stone was almost laughed angrily by him , the boy shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly put the tip of his staff on the black snake's jaw and pushed Voldemort aside, his expression became serious in an instant: "This matter is big or small, you should know why I came here, I hope You still remember the agreement between us."

Voldemort's movements paused for a moment. He could indeed guess the reason why the Soul Resurrection Stone came here. As long as it didn't affect his plan, he didn't mind his Horcrux playing in troubled waters under his banner, but this by no means meant that he It will make Harry a bargaining chip between the Soul Resurrection Stone and him. As for solving the problem, like the savior, he does not believe that this past self can do better than him.

"Don't be so sure, do you dare to say that you understand yourself completely?" The soul-returning stone clearly saw suspicion and disdain in the pair of blood-red snake pupils, he chuckled, and took it out of his pocket casually. An exquisite colorless glass bottle filled with most of the crimson liquid, at first glance it looks like a flowing flame: "I've given you the things, but the choice to drink or not is in your hands." His words With dexterous fingers, he bypassed Voldemort and handed the glass bottle directly to the savior. His lake green eyes met him for a moment, but the next moment he turned his gaze to the black snake hissing in dissatisfaction.

So, will they still ask for opinions... The soul-returning stone calmly let out a sigh of relief in his heart. Compared to his young self, the savior is really too unstable a factor.Although he admitted that there is a part of Harry's nature that is absolutely loyal to his lover, the grievances between Voldemort and Harry Potter have long been engraved in his bones, and now that they have concluded the supreme contract that is absolutely irreversible, once the savior If you change your mind and decide to drag the symbionts into the abyss of death at the cost of your own life, no one can stop it.But he didn't want Voldemort dead, never wanted to, even though sometimes he couldn't help giving the man an Avada.

"So, what do you think?" The small glass bottle was held in the palm of the savior, but it seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties. Even though he felt that there was absolutely no reason for the Soul Resurrection Stone to add something that he didn't change, Harry decided to listen. Listening to Voldemort's opinion, "You can try it." The black snake wrapped itself around Harry's arm, staring at the liquid medicine in the bottle with blood-red snake eyes for a long time, and finally gave a hesitant answer. He didn't think that his horcrux would add anything that shouldn't be there, but he still doubted its curative effect.

Now that Voldemort agreed, Harry naturally had no further objections. The boy took off the oak cork from the glass bottle, and then drank it neatly, a layer of faint crimson, and then flew away. The same climbed onto his cheek.The savior seemed to be half-leaning sleepily on the head of the bed, his lake-green eyes seemed to be half-closed, and dense water vapor was faintly gathered inside. "What did you give him to drink?" Voldemort circled around Harry, as if he was announcing the ownership of the savior in this way. There was a gloomy look in his eyes, but he still managed to maintain it. With superficial calm.

"It's just a medicine for healing," the soul-returning stone smiled indifferently, and the magic wand once again touched the wound of the savior. Under the light of the detection spell, the black substance broke as if it had been burned by flames Most of the time, only the last bit is still stubbornly resisting, the young man smiled slowly, and slowly lowered the tip of his wand: "If I must say, I added a small amount of concentrated alcohol to it, now look It looks pretty good, what do you think?" The young man smiled meaningfully, his casual attitude once again aroused Voldemort's dissatisfaction, but the black snake didn't do anything after all, it just surrounded Harry tightly Jin, refused to let go no matter what.

That being the case, don't blame his subordinates for being merciless. Voldemort stared at the savior's flushed face with gloomy eyes. He must let the soul-returning stone experience this feeling himself.But if you look at it this way, the reminder from the soul-returning stone is not wrong at all. Perhaps it was because he saw this clearly early that he took the trouble to emphasize the deal that he half-forced the other party to agree to, even though he never really intended to kill. , but Voldemort simply didn't have the consciousness of 'no matter what the circumstances, you can't hurt Riddle'.

Watching the young man put away his wand and turn away, Voldemort forcefully suppressed the unspoken words in his throat. After all, Harry hadn't suffered any substantial harm now. If he retaliated because of this, it would be a bit of a fuss, and He didn't understand what to do with Riddle. If he just drank a few glasses of wine, it didn't seem like punishment?The devil struggled to get himself and Harry close together, and the temperature transmitted from the symbiote unexpectedly calmed him down. He closed his eyes quietly, and leaned against Harry obediently and obediently. Unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.

Although he pretended to leave, he kept paying attention to the movement of the soul-returning stone in the ward. At this moment, he finally raised a smile on the corner of his lips. He didn't want them to finish the short journey at this time.After all, Voldemort's layout has not yet fully unfolded, and the savior's growth has not been thorough enough. If the matter between these two people is completely exposed at this time, the ensuing resistance must be overwhelming.This kind of pressure may or may not make the Savior give up his will, but Voldemort certainly wouldn't want to take the risk.

After straightening out his thoughts, the soul-returning stone put all these things behind him without hesitation. He looked at the person who was quietly watching him in the distance and slowly smiled sincerely. Then he quickly stepped forward and hugged the boy in his arms. In his arms, if the savior is the person Voldemort finally chooses to accompany and protect him for life, then the boy in front of him has a more important meaning to him. Riddle is the rewriting and continuation of his life, so he did not hesitate to pay any price. to protect forever.