[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"I don't know the specific reason, but his soul state is very unstable now." The black-haired boy looked at Riddle who was sitting there quietly, with a hidden but detectable worry on his brows .The child raised his head when he heard the sound, and he glanced at the soul-returning stone. There was no surprise in his eyes, as if he had already known about it, even though the soul-returning stone hadn't revealed anything to him.

Oh, sure enough, it seems that he really guessed right.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows knowingly. He had already leaned forward and sat upright, but now he leaned back on the chair back after hearing this sentence: "Is that all? I thought it was so important. What's the matter." His tone sounded casual and inexplicably ironic, and it was clearly the tone that provoked the savior again and again, but this set of words was of no use to the other two people sitting in this room .Riddle raised his eyes to meet his gaze, his dark eyes seemed to hide the abyss of eternal night, not even a speck of light could come out.

"You have a way, and you have long thought that there will be such a day." The soul-returning stone's tone was extremely firm, and seemed to relax with this sentence.However, this kind of concealment is better than that of others but not of oneself, and any one of the remaining two can see that this is just a disguise.What's puzzling is that if even Riddle himself doesn't care that much, what does the Soul Resurrection Stone care about?After all, no matter what kind of origin they have, they are now independent individuals after all.

To be honest, whether it is Riddle or Voldemort, they are all born with an indifference that has never changed in the bottom of their hearts.This kind of indifference is clearly reflected when dealing with outsiders, but in this special situation, even for himself, he may not care much.

For example, at this moment, Voldemort is clearly aware of the seriousness of the problem, but he still plays it safe and refuses to give a correct word.In a sense, behind every bit of his banter now lies a deeper indifference to Riddle, and of course he had no reason to care.

The adult Demon King leaned back in the soft armchair in the most comfortable posture, with his chin propped on one hand and his eyes slightly narrowed, his cold eyes still resting on Riddle.For some reason, he did temporarily extinguish the idea of ​​killing that young self that came from a different time and space, but this does not mean that he will suddenly pay attention to and protect this child inexplicably like a soul-returning stone. Child, his attitude seems to be summed up in the word indifference.

"Yeah, I thought of it, and then what?" Voldemort slowly shifted his gaze to the soul-returning stone, glanced at the boy's fingers that seemed to be trembling slightly, and suppressed the sneer that was almost overflowing his throat: "I It is true that I guessed it early in the morning, but then, so, how, what, how?" Seeing the black-haired boy's face suddenly pale and the expression gradually turned gloomy, Voldemort frowned even tighter. up.

"You can help him if you want, I will give you this chance, but you have to weigh the price yourself first." Voldemort suddenly looked away, his facial expression seemed to relax instantly, as he said this As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.

It was a turquoise crystal, Psyche's tear.

That's right, what Voldemort persuaded the savior to get from the dark wizard who had cheated them hard, was of little significance to him, but it didn't mean it was useless to everyone.It stands to reason that Voldemort would not take out and use this kind of thing that was almost harmful to him so easily. According to the usual thinking, he should store it carefully and slowly find its owner.And after he perfectly completed his revenge plan, this kind of thing should be placed in his exhibition cabinet as the winner's last spoils of war.

But this time he didn't do it, because it had a more important use than that.

And this is indeed the use that Voldemort thought of immediately after he recognized its origin. His original intention was to let his Horcrux use it to stabilize the state of the soul, but after this time the soul stone contacted him, he thought of another use for it. .You know, Horcruxes are not the only ones who need it, and even the child in front of him needs this crystal more than Voldemort can imagine. He is sure that Riddle can realize the importance of this crystal to him, but Riddle doesn't seem to There is no such urge to almost jump up and snatch it.

The boy's eyes only stayed on the blue crystal in Voldemort's palm for a short while, and then he casually turned to the side. He was not eager, but his attitude was far less positive than Voldemort's imagination.Heh, could it be that he decided that this thing would be in his hands in the end?Voldemort frowned slightly annoyed.

Of course he could see that it was more appropriate to use the word determination rather than repression and forbearance in this situation.There didn't seem to be any reason, but Riddle just believed that the soul-returning stone would not leave him alone, even the black-haired boy with a cold face needed it very much himself, so the boy wasn't too worried now.

Undoubtedly, Riddle is not the only one who can see this. The reason why Voldemort's expression is not so good now is largely because of this.He really, really couldn't understand where his horcrux's inexplicable and unusually strong liking for Riddle came from. After all, he never felt anything pleasing in his temperament when he was a child.That's right, he doesn't like people who are too bright and pure, but that doesn't mean he likes gloomy, does it?

"This is the legendary Psyche's tears. I think you know its specific purpose, huh?" Voldemort's tone was so cold that it made people shiver, but the soul-returning stone didn't show any special reaction.His eyes stayed on the azure crystal with extreme concentration, and it took a while before he managed to bring his attention back to Voldemort. "What do you mean?" he asked, staring into Voldemort's blood-red eyes. This kind of question seemed silly no matter how you looked at it, but his expression was serious.

"It's not interesting." Voldemort paused for a moment, and then smiled to himself. The corners of his lips seemed to have a deep curve, but the smile just floated on the surface of his eyes, and underneath was full of indifference, unhappiness and joy. Inquiry: "I can only choose one, my dear Horcrux, yourself, or him?" The devil's cold and sharp eyes, like rows of small steel needles, were locked tightly on the slightly bowed black hair. On the boy, waiting for him to make the final choice.

Voldemort's entanglement was inevitable, but now, Harry felt much worse than him.

How long has it been since the beginning, an hour, half an hour, or just a few minutes?

The black-haired, green-eyed savior child gasped for breath, and vaguely had such thoughts in his mind, but he didn't have a chance to check his watch.To be honest, he didn't even have the energy left to think now, and all his attention was focused on the professor who was waving his wand gracefully in front of him.A bright red incantation light almost brushed Harry's arm, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was forced to roll low and roll aside to avoid another blue light that followed.

Well, that's right, this is the evolutionary practice version of Imofani Physical Academy's college class. It seems like it's just an interesting teaching method, but you know, every spell issued by the professor in the goose yellow wizard robe They are all different from children's playfulness, but without exception, the best of black magic. No matter which spell is hit, the result is no better than being hit by the Cruciatus Curse among the Three Unforgivable Curses.

It seems that this kind of method can be said to be cruel. No matter what school it is, a professor who does this should not be tolerated. However, Imofani is an accident. Not only did he allow the professors to do this, but the implicit attitude can even be said is encouraged.If it were in another place, not to mention whether the students would compromise, the parents would definitely be the first to stand up and object. Who sent their children to school to torture their own children?

But this is North America after all, and it can almost be said to be the most chaotic territory in the entire wizarding world. No one knows how many dark wizards are hiding here, and no one even counts the number of underage wizards who die here every year.Because of the danger, children must have the most vigilant awareness of prevention. Because of the chaos, they must have the ability to protect themselves from an early age. Only in this way can accidents that no one wants to see happen.

Harry had tried his best, but he still couldn't make it to the end. After the tumbling movement was over, the black-haired boy who couldn't keep up with his physical strength finally got up half a beat slower. It seemed like it was just a split second. It's nothing, but in a battle, half a second is enough to decide the outcome.Barely dodging the next two bursts of red light, Harry was finally hit by a purple light at a tricky angle.

He didn't know what the effect of this spell was, but his vision went dark for a second, and he lost his intuition after that.At the moment before he fell into a coma, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. If Voldemort was still alive, he would not be in such a mess now... This thought is very subtle, and it comes and goes quickly, but it is in his mind He paused for a blink of an eye, and was completely dismissed by Harry in the next second. Isn't he just missing those days when he was inseparable from Voldemort? How could this be possible? !