[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Tell me, Voldemort, what is that method?" The pressure began to increase slowly again, and Harry's voice was worn away from most of the anger and became weak. Judging from the current situation, it really cannot be delayed any longer. Yes, Voldemort struggled fiercely, and finally made a compromise: "The contract, Harry, there is a contract at the level of a forbidden curse. Once signed, you and I are one, and we can never be separated again. Think about it clearly. Boy." Voldemort's voice was unprecedentedly serious and heavy, which made Harry's heart heavy, and he could understand the meaning of Voldemort's words, and the price was really unacceptable to him.

After all, why did Voldemort make such a fuss?It is nothing more than to allow two people to separate and be independent.Why had he indulged Voldemort for so long?There were certainly other factors, but in essence what he didn't want to admit was nothing more than the expectation that Voldemort would find a way to solve their current problems.But now, because of Voldemort's impatience, are they going to be tied together forever? !

Harry didn't answer right away, even though he knew he had no choice, he still couldn't bear to make a decision at this point.He didn't want to be tied to this person, just like he thought before, as long as there was a slight possibility, he didn't want to see this person again, forever and ever! "There's no time, Potter, tell me your choice." Voldemort finally spoke, his tone didn't seem to be urging, but Harry felt his violent emotional changes, after all, this is a person who can do whatever it takes to survive .

"Okay, I accept." Harry smiled bitterly, closed his eyes weakly, and replied with a sigh, his voice as soft as a dream.He may not care so much about death, but he is not alone in matters of life and death.That's right, Voldemort was, no, probably now and will still be the Dark Lord who intimidated half the wizarding world. After getting along for three years, he still couldn't bear it, couldn't bear this person to die like this, couldn't bear to deprive that person of a new life Endless possibilities beyond.Seeing that Voldemort hadn't hurt anyone in the past three years, except for Harry himself, Harry felt that he could believe that Voldemort had changed for the better, so he finally decided to wrong himself again , Anyway, the bond between them is deep enough, it’s not too far away, right, Harry thought to himself.

"Don't regret it, Harry, this is a choice you made yourself." Voldemort was in no mood to comfort him, and his voice sounded tired, as if he came from a far away place, and the ethereal Harry was almost at a loss. Can't hear clearly, so their souls are already so weak...Harry sighed softly, but didn't answer, this sentence is not so much Voldemort speaking to him, but Voldemort speaking to himself Said, keep saying no regrets, but can it really be done?

"Follow me," Voldemort said in a low voice, guiding the magic power of the two to re-merge together, as the blood flowed through the whole body, and finally returned to the magic center under the chest: "I, Tom Riddle I voluntarily entered into a symbiotic contract with Harry Potter, and from then on, my blood, soul, and each other became one..." Harry couldn't remember what he read after that, except that the names in front of him remembered to change the order, and the rest basically It is just like copying a sentence on a repeater.He didn't know what it was like to lose too much soul power before, but now he knows it. To be honest, it doesn't hurt at all, but it's even more uncomfortable than Cruciatus. The feeling of everything being stripped away at once is truly insane.

Voldemort sped up again, and Harry no longer needed to repeat the latter part, so his speech speed increased to the point where Harry could not even hear clearly.As expected of the Dark Lord who has been in the wizarding world for decades, Voldemort's attainments in the dark arts are probably beyond Harry's next life.

But I have to say, the effect is really obvious.

First of all, the oppressive force from all directions receded like a tide, and the feeling of being reborn made Harry feel relaxed. His soul is now gradually beginning to take over his body, because of Voldemort's soul power, his original and Harry What Li just passed to him has been consumed.Then there was the relief caused by external force. Although he was still weak, it was indeed not as uncomfortable as before. A strange warmth surrounded and wrapped him. Harry unconsciously curled up slightly, as if returning to an unformed fetus. During this period, she still enjoys the protection of her mother.But the changes are more than that. It seems that the invisible barrier has been broken. It has been going on since rebirth, and the unconscious alienation from this world has since ended. In three years, this is the first time Harry felt it. With my own existence, I can feel the fresh air, the warm sunshine, and the exuberant vigor and vitality everywhere.

"Oh, what's there to cry about..." Voldemort's weak voice sounded in the depths of his consciousness, and the emotions in it were obscure. Of course, Harry didn't want to distinguish it now, he didn't have the energy to distinguish it at all!

The sense of calling that emerged from the depths of his veins was so strong that it made his whole body tremble, crazily involving the magic power in his whole body, Harry screamed and fell to the ground: "No, don't!" Yes, he felt it, That kind of call seems to come from Hogwarts, no, it is more distant than Hogwarts, more majestic, and more irresistible. It comes from the entire wizarding world, like an oracle, forcing him to return to his destiny Destined to reach that point.

But Harry didn't want to go back, didn't want to go back to where it all started and ended.Countless familiar or unfamiliar faces flickered alternately in the void in front of him, from the parents who left at the beginning of life, to Sirius who had been with him for six years, to Dumbledore... the old man slipped from the tower He will never forget the scene!It's not that he hasn't experienced joy, emotion, or happiness, but these emotions will always be accompanied by unbearable grief after the end.Even if he did it all over again, everything would be different, and Harry still didn't want to go into that nightmare. It was an escape, and he never denied it.However, the compromises he has made are not enough, isn't the destiny's manipulation of him not over yet?Why can't he choose the life he wants, this time, he really doesn't want to compromise.

Harry screamed, curled up and collapsed under the table, now that what he had to endure was no longer pain, but he didn't feel any better about it, because his willpower gradually collapsed in the process, the more he insisted on , the stronger the oppression and inspiration he suffered, the more determined his rebound would be. This is definitely not a good thing. It is a proper vicious circle. Fortunately, Voldemort interrupted its progress.

The soul power was fully blended, and at that moment, a strong attraction erupted from the node where the two were connected, and then rolled into a vortex, dragging Harry down fiercely.The direction of this attraction was completely opposite to the inspiration from the outside world, and the two forces almost tore Harry's soul apart!

Harry couldn't control his consciousness anymore, he only vaguely heard Voldemort calling his name in a sharp voice, but he couldn't respond, and the next moment, he fell into a complete coma.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that it is only a moment. The only way is, a dream for a thousand years, the vicissitudes of life will never be restored.

Harry opened his eyes in the faint light, and his gaze met a pair of blood eyes that were close at hand. The color was so bright that it was unbelievably bright. The feeling was so familiar that he subconsciously pronounced the name of its owner: "Voldemort , you..." Then he stopped abruptly and swallowed the rest of the words, because the face that gradually became clear in front of him was not what he expected, it was not the pale and flat snake face, nor was it the handsome face in the diary. The 16-year-old Riddle, whose delicate but more immature face clearly belongs to a child, a child who may be much younger than his current physical age.

So Harry changed his tone abruptly, trying to make his voice sound calm and gentle: "Who are you?" The child looked at Harry blankly for a while, and then the corners of his lips curled up slightly. The expression didn't look like a smile at all, it just made Harry feel mean and mocking.But his eyes were smiling, gentle and calm, not like Voldemort's reaction at all, but rather projecting Harry's expression, but compared to Harry's stiffness at the moment, he wanted to It looks more natural.

"Who do you think I am?" The child tilted his head, and asked in a nonchalant tone, but his voice was not childish, deep and hoarse, full of magnetism, so incredible, obviously not like Voldemort. The ambiguous tone was more like a feather brushing gently over his heart, making Harry subconsciously take three steps back.

"You, you are..." Harry looked at him blankly, only feeling that the messy thoughts in his head were twisted together, and he couldn't complete a sentence.The child looked at him and sighed softly, glanced sideways at the fading light behind him: "It seems that it's too late this time." There was a little regret in his voice, and then suddenly He leaned in front of Harry: "The next time we meet, I hope you can give me the answer to that question just now."

With the child's movements, the distance between them shrunk to the extreme in an instant, and it seemed that there was only a gap left. Breathing together, Harry felt something exploded in his mind, he was at a loss, stiff as a thread puppet.

"Next time we meet, remember to tell me who I am." The child's voice gradually became distant, and his figure became blurred.Harry's consciousness was held upward by something, no, he subconsciously clung to this force, like a drowning person hugging a piece of driftwood, floating upward slowly but firmly until breaking through the water.

Harry screamed and sat up abruptly.