[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

When Harry woke up again, he couldn't help gasping for air. He resisted the soreness spreading to his limbs and slowly stood up. He took several deep breaths before he could suppress the pain that had reached his mouth. A sound of □□.The black-haired, green-eyed messiah child fumbled to put on the glasses next to the pillow, and then looked around for a week trying to figure out where he was.At the same time, he didn't forget to give a wry smile. After all, Harry guessed which spell the purple light that hit him last came from almost the moment he woke up. I can't help but feel a little lucky, but fortunately I passed out directly in the end, otherwise it would definitely be much more uncomfortable than now.

"Are you awake now? It's much faster than I expected." A smiling voice sounded behind Harry, and the savior who was still frowning and grinning hastily restrained his expression and turned around. .At some point, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and the adult wizard with gorgeous blond hair as sunny as the sun and an exceptionally handsome face was leaning against the door with his arms folded, smiling and looking at Harry.

"Maurice, why are you here...or, why am I here?" Harry was quite surprised as he watched his guide walking towards him step by step with raised eyebrows, and when he reached him, he suddenly raised his hand Rubbed the top of his hair.The black hair, which was already a bit messy, was rubbed like a bird's nest, so even though the palm was wide and warm, with a little father-like feeling, Harry still subconsciously hid aside and let out a hey to protest.

"Don't make trouble, Maurice, I really want to know what happened?" The little savior, who blushed unconsciously, straightened his face, and then his expression became serious.The blond man on the opposite side just smiled, and then replied casually: "I think your limit is here, and it will be harmful if you continue to train, so I just brought you back. How do you feel? College courses are not so easy to pass." I don't know if it's because he has graduated, anyway, the last sentence Morris said had a very strong taste of schadenfreude in Harry's ears.

"Well, it's true...it can't be considered easy." Harry coughed lightly, and had to admit the fact that for him now, it was still a bit difficult for him to keep up with the third-year college classes. At this age, two years away, the physical fitness will be much worse.

"Don't think too much, Harry, what you've done is good enough." Morris smiled slightly, beckoned Harry to go out with him, and comforted him inexplicably as he walked, noticing that Harry was obviously startled, surprised Looking at him with bright lake-green eyes wide open, the wizard added in a calm voice: "But it's still not perfect, little guy, you can do better."

Harry pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and the expression on his face kept changing. He was really confused by Morris's words, and he really couldn't figure out what his guide's intention was.The black-haired and green-eyed boy struggled silently here, but his constantly changing expression pleased the other person. Morris burst out laughing, and rubbed Harry's hair again.

"I've said it all, don't think too much, what are you still struggling with here?" Morris sat down on the chair behind the desk, raised his chin and signaled Harry to sit opposite him: "I mean, in the same age What you did here was good enough, but not quite enough for yourself. You're a kid with potential, Harry, and you're not really realizing your potential right now." At the back, his expression gradually became serious, and there was a bit of concentration in his eyes.Morris stared at Harry quietly for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and finally he asked: "Harry, would you accept my guidance in your spare time? Take it easy in class."

"Of course, of course I would, thank you, Morris." Harry's green eyes lit up immediately, and there even seemed to be twinkling stars in his eyes.To be honest, this result was within his expectations. After all, the cause still fell on his own roommate who loved him dearly, and Chris had also talked to him before this, but when this possibility completely became a reality, Harry still couldn't contain his excitement.

Speaking of which, before the first college class, Harry really never imagined that one day he would care so much about his grades in Imofani.After all, he has always felt that the seven years he is about to spend in the wizarding world are just a compromise, the purpose is to exchange for a greater degree of freedom in the future, until Professor Mylov angrily yelled such a paragraph in his ear Only then did Harry realize that maybe he was really wrong.

The gymnastics academy was indeed a relatively helpless choice for him after weighing the pros and cons, but no matter what the prerequisites were, this choice was ultimately made by himself, and no one forced him.That being the case, he is obliged to be responsible for his own choice, he has no right to treat the wizarding world as a nursing home, let alone disrespect his academy so much.In the final analysis, it is he himself who is responsible for his own life, and besides him, no one has the ability or qualification to be responsible for his life.Whether he wasted his time in a daze or at this time is his own business. It doesn't really matter to others, but if he fails to grasp it, he can't guarantee that he will not regret it in the future.

That being the case, there was actually nothing to hesitate. Since that day, Harry has been going all out to deal with every college class.Everyone can see his hard work. If another person gives the lecture, maybe he will cut some of his training if he softens his mind. It is a pity that his professor of basic gymnastics is Julie Mylov, the one from the first The cold-blooded female instructor who looked at him extremely disliked at the beginning of a class.

So in fact, when Harry was younger than everyone else, instead of receiving any special preferential treatment, he received the strictest requirements.Let's put it this way, let's take non-standard movements as an example. If other people's actions are not so standard, Professor Mylov will occasionally consider everyone's physical fitness and relax the requirements as appropriate, but not for Harry. As long as the poor savior boy didn't make his movements flawless and impeccable, he wouldn't even think about going to the next exercise, so being detained or something was almost a common occurrence for Harry now.

He didn't think it was a problem for a while, after all, Harry admitted that his attitude was at fault, but his roommate didn't think so. Noticing that Harry's body was getting thinner day by day, Chris was very happy. It's hard to come to such a conclusion. If this continues, this person may be really useless.

It was also based on this worry that on the day when the school was invaded by blood clans, Chris went to find his uncle on purpose. He thought that he might have to spend more time talking, but unexpectedly, he always had his own ideas and did not allow others to intervene in him. My uncle agreed so easily.Of course he didn't know that his uncle thought Harry was very interesting the first time he saw Harry, so he had unconsciously paid more attention to him. Naturally, it was because of this attention that Morris paid attention to him. Here comes Harry's surprising talent.

"It's fine if you like it. It's getting late today. I don't think your current state is suitable for any more training. Why don't you go back first. If you have time in the future, you can come to me every night after seven o'clock." Mo Reese looked up at the time, considering that there was less than half an hour left before the curfew, after thinking about it, he decided to let Harry go back to rest first.Some things, according to an old oriental saying, haste makes waste. After all, this kind of thing is not afraid of slowness, but it is precisely this kind of behavior that overwhelms the growth.

Harry's eyes subconsciously followed, and after realizing the specific time, the little savior felt in a daze that he really had to go.But in that case, he had been lethargic all afternoon at Morris's place?Thinking of this, Harry suddenly realized a more serious problem. If he remembered correctly, he didn't seem to have eaten his lunch?Realizing this, Harry couldn't help but sighed angrily. Obviously, the school cafeteria would no longer provide anything at this time, so what should he do? Is it possible that he will really be so hungry until tomorrow morning?

Although he was complaining silently in his heart, Harry stood up politely and said goodbye to Morris, but when he was about to go out, he was stopped by the guide behind him. "Harry, I don't think you will have any other food choices tonight, so if you don't mind, take these with you?" Looking back with a little surprise in his eyes, Harry saw his handsome The guide who looked like the son of the sun god handed over two tuna fish sandwiches.

"Oh, this is really great, Morris, thank you." Harry took his supper from Morris with a polite but shy smile, said goodbye and hurried to the student dormitory .Now that the food problem was solved, Harry started thinking about more things, like the paper due tomorrow that he hadn't written yet, and now he couldn't even remember the title.Oh, Merlin, I hope Chris isn't asleep when he gets back, or he won't wake up his roommates to ask what homework is due tomorrow.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory in a hurry, Harry was even a little surprised to find that his roommate was still awake, so he threw his schoolbag on the bed, and Harry bit his sandwich and went to his roommate: "Chris, the topic of the thesis due tomorrow What is it, I remember herbal medicine?" Under the not-so-bright light, the boy who propped his chin with one hand turned his head sideways, with a trace of deep helplessness in his beautiful gray eyes, and he sucked in slowly. He took a deep breath, and asked in a strange tone: "So, Harry, you don't know what the title of that paper is?"