[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

A pitch-black spell that almost completely blended with the night came silently across the air.

The extremely familiar fluctuations in magic power made Harry realize who the person who came in a hurry was, but he didn't even move his eyebrows. When he was in the middle of the battle, he suddenly avoided to the side, even this action did not appear abrupt in the middle of the battle, just right to expose the man to the curse.

"It's really a tacit cooperation...you still come here knowing the danger, how much do you want to let go of your little friend?" The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he didn't dodge anything. He raised one lip The horny laugh was wild and wild, but the moment the curse touched his body, his body exploded and turned into pieces of ashes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Only the voice was still heard between the savior and the black Echoing in the ears of the Demon King——

"I am looking forward to the day when we meet again, the Dark Lord of the British wizarding world... and his little friends, believe me, this day will not be far away."

The voice kept vibrating and reverberating in the air, getting louder and more intense, and when it was raised to the extreme, Harry felt that his eardrums were stinging unbearably.When the voice completely disappeared from his ears, Harry didn't move, his lips were pursed expressionlessly, his wand was clenched tightly in front of him, and his defensive posture was still so cautious that there was no slightest loophole.

He was waiting, waiting for the man to show up again, or for Voldemort to sound the alarm.

"Come here, Harry."

I don't know how long it took before Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded in the shadows. He seemed to have taken a step outside, or it seemed that the moonlight was tilted at an angle. In the half-light, Harry couldn't see his face clearly. Feeling that there is nothing wrong with this sense of familiarity, he only took half a step, but his heart suddenly jumped.

No, there must be something wrong, is this person really Voldemort?

The lake-green pupils narrowed slightly, and Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully sizing up the tall, thin man in the shadows. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, but he just felt that there was a strong sense of disobedience.

"Harry, what's the matter with you, what are you still standing there for?" Voldemort frowned, his tone was clearly urging and displeased, so at this moment, Harry's hand moved again.The young man didn't use any of the three Unforgivable Curses, but after this one was issued, Voldemort in the shadow seemed to be frightened by something, and retreated several steps in a hurry—he Even dare not use any means to resist.

That's right, Harry took a deep breath, and that's what made him see the opening.Why did Voldemort insist on letting him pass instead of stepping out of the shadows himself?What's more, he didn't inform Voldemort of his specific location by any means. Calculated according to the time, if he didn't have a smooth journey, he should still continue the third game in the Forbidden Forest. How could Voldemort think of coming here to find him? What about him?

Although he saw through the disguise, Harry didn't feel at ease, not at all.

The person in front of him is not Voldemort, but it can bring him such a real and familiar feeling, how did he do it?Combined with the spell that he was dodged with the most cautious posture, Harry felt that there was no need to guess the answer.This place is no longer reality. Unknowingly, he was dragged into this illusion full of malice. It is also obvious who its owner is, but... what is his purpose?

In fact, you don't need to think about it to know that more than [-]% of this matter is aimed at Voldemort, but if it is because of his own reasons that the person is also in trouble, then Harry will still feel uncomfortable.

"Just because of this, you plan to solve the problem by yourself?" Voldemort's sullen voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the savior's consciousness, Harry trembled suddenly, and his movements subconsciously slowed down by half a beat: "You... it's really you this time? "In the illusion, what the eyes see may not be real, but the connection in the consciousness is not wrong. Harry doesn't doubt Voldemort's identity very much, but he is still puzzled why this person appears so well.

"Okay, but how do you know that there is a little problem on my side? After all, according to the expected time, I should still be in the game now." Hearing Voldemort chuckle softly, Harry knew it was right this time , he asked cautiously, vaguely feeling that he seemed to have overlooked something.

"Estimated time doesn't mean anything, Harry," Voldemort's voice suddenly softened, but there was an extremely dangerous taste in it: "The match was over 10 minutes ago, but no one could find the Triwizard Cup... Then they found that another warrior disappeared along with him, do you think I am not familiar with the methods I have used?" The seemingly calm voice gradually burst out with monstrous killing intent, even though Harry knew that it was not aimed at him , or trembling subconsciously, the icy feeling that sticks to the bone like that makes every cell in the body scream. It's really uncomfortable.

"Tsk, how can you be so inattentive at this time, my lovely little friend?"

Harry was only distracted for a moment, but unexpectedly, a cold hand grabbed his neck from behind, not very hard, but Harry didn't dare to struggle at all, because the sense of coercion so close at hand made him conscious I realized that as long as I made a slight change, that person would definitely kill me without hesitation.

"Let's play a game, great Lord Dark Lord, if you win, I will give you what you deserve...but if you lose, you will give up your life, okay?" He said As he spoke, Harry heard an eerie excitement in his voice, as if the stakes in this thrilling game were not one's life but something utterly insignificant that pleased him, namely The only value of this game.

What he wants is not victory!

A small voice screamed in the back of Harry's mind that perhaps all this madman wanted was excitement, so winning or losing didn't really matter, because there was no guarantee that he would keep his promise.

"Yes, but the rules of the game must be formulated by me!"

Voldemort's voice didn't appear in his consciousness. This time, it simply echoed in Harry's ears. The connection was pulled violently by some force, and then the palm on the savior's neck disappeared suddenly. Harry turned around in astonishment. Go, only to see Voldemort standing behind him.

It was still the extremely handsome and delicate face, and the pair of blood-like eyes were still the same, the only difference... was that his body became illusory again, almost like when they first met.

It seemed that something was choking Harry's throat. The savior wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all. It was difficult for him to describe the agitation in his heart at the moment, just as he couldn't understand why this person was willing to do this for him. Pay for the hard-won practical benefits yourself.

Is it because Harry's life has been bound to him and can no longer be separated?

Maybe not, whether it's the soul-returning stone, Boswell, or the mysterious man I just met today, they all imply in their words that they have a way to solve this problem.Harry believed that Voldemort would not have been ignorant of this by now, but in fact, he had never offered to break the bond that bound them together.

Harry couldn't guess the reason, but he felt that the reason didn't need to be guessed at all... What else could it be? Didn't that person already hinted repeatedly?

After all, he was still in danger, Harry didn't let himself completely guess something, he watched the battle situation on the other side nervously, wondering if he could provide some help, but it seemed that the answer seemed to be no .

Absolutely powerful spells were born at the tip of the bone-white wand, and a huge net was woven around Voldemort. As long as the man dared to step on it and touch any part of the net, Voldemort could make him never come out again. Go, but the way that person moves is quite weird.

He seems to have the ability to tear apart space, and every movement appears and disappears instantly. Without predicting, it is difficult for Voldemort's attack to hit. Even so, he still dare not Really up close.It seemed that the devil had established himself in an invincible position, but Harry didn't think so. After all, Voldemort was constantly consuming limited magic power, physical strength and energy, but the master of the illusion was not affected by this.

It's not him, but Voldemort who can't afford it.

The three of them were clearly aware of this, so after a short search for a loophole, Voldemort took the initiative to attack for the first time, as if he took the step with the net, and after one step, the edge of the net The outermost magic rope was just right to imprison the man who appeared from the void. It was only a moment, but it was enough.

It also only took a split second for Apparition to reach him, and Voldemort's movements happened to be so fast that the outcome was decided between the lines!

The bone-white wand almost passed directly through the man's pale neck. Voldemort's face was slightly twisted under the murderous intent. He uttered the spell that he hadn't used for a long time in a low, gentle tone like a lover's. It was brighter than any time before, passing through the man's neck at close range, and the vitality was completely wiped out in the next moment.

"That's it, it's over?" Harry was stunned. He couldn't believe that such an indestructible crisis in himself could be solved so easily, but Voldemort chuckled and shook his head slowly.Harry's eyes on the opposite side saw a solemnity that he had never had before, which was an emotion that Voldemort had never had when facing Dumbledore... So, someone has found a new, real sense of Is there an old enemy who can fight against him?

For a few seconds, Harry felt as if he were a little jealous, but of course, this time, he didn't want an adversarial relationship long ago, even the most special one.

"I've thought about this before, Harry. At that time, I felt that I hadn't thought about it..." The tall and handsome wizard approached Harry, and he stretched out his arms to embrace the young man. In the scarlet eyes, the gaze is lingering and tender like never before: "I don't know what Dumbledore said to you, but maybe there is nothing wrong with that description when it was used on me... Now I change it to I have an idea, would you like to accompany me?"

Voldemort smiled casually, but the meaning in his eyes was extremely solemn and solemn. He reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, and pressed that hand forcefully on his chest... The position was clearly above the heart !

"Tell me, Harry, my boy... will you?"

Harry was swayed by the curvature of his lips, and nodded in a daze, but unexpectedly, the devil bowed his head and kissed him in the next second.

Two pairs of equally fiery lips touched each other, tossed and turned, and the tips of their tongues intertwined as if nothing could separate them.Harry had never experienced such a temperature in Voldemort, let alone that the Lord was now only an illusion.In fact, there is nothing special about it. After all, not everyone can ignite the heat of his soul for a cold-blooded, heartless character like Voldemort.It's just that once the temperature rises, it will be hundreds of times hotter than others. Even Harry feels a little soft in his feet... He can bear such affection, but he can't bear it. It is necessary to return the same sincerity!

Yingying vaguely wanted to understand something, so the savior didn't refuse at all. His lake green eyes were as bright as a sea of ​​stars, and between the slight movements of his eyes, he was already extremely active and pressed his fingers against Voldemort. Back of the head, making the whole kiss deeper and more vicious.

"Is this love?"

It was just when the insecurities were hard to separate and the kiss was extremely hot, Voldemort's voice came to Harry's consciousness, it sounded extremely calm, but there seemed to be thousands of waves hidden beneath it.Harry could hear the hidden meaning of this sentence, but he needed to add a few more words, maybe it should be - Harry, is this the love you want?

"Yes, this is love... I love you."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then he intensified his strength. There was a trace of moist water in his lake-green eyes. He hid it very well, and his response was even more crisp.If Voldemort can do this, what reason does he have to escape? Gryffindor should have been positive about his own mind!

"This is your own decision, Harry. Falling in love with someone like me is never something you can go back on. I won't let you go. You...you must also remember your promise."

Voldemort seemed to laugh softly, and Harry could hear the frantic possessiveness and chilling paranoia in that voice, but he didn't flinch in the slightest.The savior didn't let go, so how could Slytherin, who was so obsessed with his goal, do such a thing?Voldemort tightly entangled the boy's dexterity with his tongue, and his lips and teeth were full of inseparable lingering and nostalgia. Of course, he didn't want to leave his boy for a single step, but there were some things he had to solve.

He would never, ever put Harry in danger again!

So that guy who didn't know the so-called, who gave up his identity as a wizard and chose to become a humble dark creature, had better die earlier. There was a hint of madness in his eyes, and Voldemort let the last remaining power of the illusion force him forcibly without any resistance. dragged into another space.

Just a temporary separation, my boy, you'll find me, won't you?

The savior didn't see the smile in the demon king's eyes, he only heard a soft sound, and his chest was suddenly empty.Heart trembling, Harry opened his eyes in astonishment, but only saw a stream of light scattered in front of him.The light kissed his forehead reluctantly, then scattered and fell, and disappeared without a trace when it landed on the ground...

"Do not--"

The savior screamed in horror, this sudden and unexpected loss exploded into a blank in his mind, he no longer cared about anything, only heard a buzzing in his ears, and could no longer catch any sound .The last ray of information left by Voldemort finally unfolded in the depths of his consciousness. When he followed this opportunity to search, he found in despair that even the most indestructible connection was blocked. The boy trembled and fell to his knees on the wet and muddy ground, Fingers can't even stop the slightest stream of light.

In that short moment just now, what happened and where did Voldemort go?

Harry couldn't answer a word...

He can only comfort himself, under the effect of the supreme contract, as long as he is still alive, the other party will certainly not really die, but, can he really feel relieved in this way? After all, where is he going to find it? that person? !