[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Time passed quickly like running water, and after Christmas, Harry ushered in the long-awaited peace.No student tried to attack him anymore, it seemed that they all acquiesced to his independent and special existence, and of course they also unanimously chose to ignore him.In addition, there is one thing that is beyond doubt, Harry had to leave the Quidditch Academy team he had just joined, and the gymnastics training that followed the senior year came to an end.The savior only felt that he seemed to be squeezed out of this school in an instant. Indifference and ignorance may be more uncomfortable than deliberate targeting in some cases...

So finally one day, Harry didn't go to class, and it didn't make any difference if he went or not, did it?Laughing self-deprecatingly, the boy left the dormitory with only his magic wand, not knowing where he was going, just wandering aimlessly in the corridor, he put on the invisibility cloak he had just obtained, and walked quietly Walking through one classroom after another, the voices from inside were inexplicably alluring, but he didn't enter any of them in the end.

"I don't think I'm in a good state today. Do you know what the problem is?" Gradually realizing that his walking trajectory seemed to be controlled by some kind of hidden attraction, Harry hesitated to ask himself Humanoid Encyclopedia Dictionary, and look forward to getting a valuable answer.Voldemort didn't disappoint him, and after a brief silence, the Demon King responded. "So, you haven't found out yet?" Harry could almost imagine the expression on the man's face when he said this, the slightly raised eyebrows, and a mocking smirk along the way The attitude really made people unable to have any good impressions. The Demon King ignored Harry's thoughts, and he continued: "It seems that I still overestimated your vigilance in the end, because it was something sent by Dumbledore. Got caught without checking at all, did you?"

Voldemort didn't seem to like communicating with the boy in consciousness. He quickly left Harry's consciousness space and appeared next to the boy with a thoughtful expression, looking up and down at the black-haired and green-eyed savior . "I really don't know where his self-confidence comes from, so he is so sure that I will be by your side?" The devil whispered to himself, with a little dark color in his eyes: "Maybe I should do something to divert it." Pay attention."

"Don't think about it!" Probably guessing the potential meaning of Voldemort's words just now, Harry didn't even think about it, and simply denied the idea: "I'm sure, the method you can think of, the mess you will cause No matter which one I want to see, it will definitely not be what I want to see." Harry's tone was firm, but he knew what the person in front of him probably wanted to do, so this kind of thing would obviously disrupt the order of the wizarding world. Things, how could he agree to this person to try.

"Oh, are you so sure?" Voldemort crossed his arms leisurely, leaned sideways and half leaned against the wall, and turned his eyes around Harry unscrupulously: "That means, you don't want your His godfather regained his freedom, didn't he?" Slowly uttering these words, he watched with satisfaction as the boy struggled to understand the meaning, pieced them together, and finally raised his eyes in disbelief. on his gaze.

"I said, you are not serious, are you willing to help me?" Harry stared suspiciously at the pair of blood-red eyes on the opposite side, wondering if he should believe it, but his words really made people around him The Demon King was completely speechless for a moment... Either because of something else, or because of being angry.

For a few seconds, Voldemort really wanted to knock open the little head under Harry's messy black hair to see what's inside, even if he didn't think he shouldn't use such a rough way with his contractor, The devil really puts it into practice.What do you mean by 'you are willing to help me'... Hasn't he helped the boy less during this time?No, it shouldn't be like this. The instant enlightenment was like a basin of ice water falling from the sky, and it was poured on Voldemort's body exactly. It should be: Harry doesn't want to trust him when it comes to the things that really matter.

It should be said that there is nothing strange about this, and it can even be described as a matter of course.But the Demon King didn't feel relieved by this. On the contrary, it seemed that there was something hard lying on his chest stubbornly, bringing about an uncomfortable feeling very similar to suffocation.

Voldemort's character traits are really distinct. In a sense, if you make him uncomfortable, he will never make you comfortable. However, since he has vaguely sensed the crux of the problem, the devil gritted his teeth, Resisted the urge to retaliate.

"Where do you think it will take me?" Sensitively realizing that something was wrong, Harry immediately changed the topic back to the original place, even though he now wanted to hold Voldemort by the collar and ask him if he was really He could help himself rescue Sirius, but he glanced at the other party's indifferent expression that was almost frozen into ice. is counterproductive.

"Use your brain, Potter, are you really unable to figure it out, or are you just unwilling to admit it?" Voldemort put on his previous mask and gave Harry a perfect smirk.The low pitch of his voice, coupled with the hoarse timbre and hissing ending, almost made Harry think he was talking to the silver snake on the Slytherin school badge.

Gently shaking his head and putting aside those messy associations, Harry turned his gaze forward unnaturally: "Come on, you know what I want to ask, and it's so difficult to tell me the answer directly?" The other party was a little surprised I glanced at him, and also responded with a non-malicious sneer: "I thought you didn't want me to say that answer, after all, it was the one who did it..." "Okay, you don't have to repeat it over and over again." To emphasize, I understand what you mean," Harry interrupted the syllable deliberately protracted by Voldemort, and other content that may follow: "I believe there is a reason for that, and there is no intention to discuss this issue Besides, even if Professor Dumbledore deliberately tested it, what can I prove, after all, I am no longer the Harry Potter I used to be."

Harry's tone sounded like he was sighing. The Demon King quietly peeped at the boy's expression from the corner of his eye, but he didn't see any dissatisfaction in it. "Let's stop here. What happened in the previous life is already in the past after all. I have to learn to recognize the people around me again in this life." Harry turned his head and smiled helplessly at Voldemort: "Please, think Think about it, if I had chosen Hogwarts before, when I saw Ron and Hermione for the first time, I would rush to give them a hug, or keep staring at them with the eyes of the long-lost reunion, What do you think the result will be?"

"So you want to clear the past?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows calmly. He had already vaguely noticed the boy's thoughts, so he was not overly surprised, and... this is not a bad thing, if the savior For this reason, I can let go of some unpleasant things that happened between them. "I can't do it," Harry still smiled, but his expression was obviously more helpless: "Unless I forget everything, I can't really pretend that nothing happened, but I I have to let myself understand that these people are no longer the people I knew in my previous life... There may be new stories between us, but I can’t take it for granted to continue everything from my previous life.”

Voldemort didn't answer, and the silence spread between them, but it wasn't oppressive, until Harry pushed the door he was bound to open, and the devil asked softly, "You always thought so? "Harry was startled, and then he turned his head to look at the people around him: "No, maybe you let me understand."

The moment he opened the door, Harry froze in place. He stared dumbfounded at the exquisite and beautiful, even dreamy, arrangement in front of him, hesitating whether he should step back now and leave here immediately.After all, no matter from which angle you look at it, this place is more like a little girl's world, even though it's not a bedroom.

"Go in, Harry, I think this time, you can keep the Philosopher's Stone in your hand." Voldemort's figure suddenly disappeared in front of the savior, and Harry was a little surprised to find that he had returned to his own consciousness. "Is there something wrong?" Harry frowned unconsciously, he could hear the sarcasm and vigilance in the Demon King's tone, but he still walked into the room and closed the door calmly.

"Do you think I'm the only one interested in the Philosopher's Stone?" Voldemort sneered, following Harry's gaze as he looked at everyone in the room: "As long as he dares to leak the news, I don't know how many people will come to try it." , the dark wizards in North America are not so polite." "You mean, someone is already watching here?" Subconsciously throwing out a few monitoring spells, Harry stared at the transformed light of the spells and his face changed slightly: " But no one will tell the blood race about this, right?"

"Magical props like the Sorcerer's Stone have their own specific fluctuations in magic power. Wizards may not be aware of them, but blood races are much more perceptive." Voldemort explained patiently, but the curvature of his lips became more and more intense. It looks cold. "No, that's not right," Harry seemed to realize something suddenly: "If the Sorcerer's Stone is placed here, how could it be completely defenseless? Isn't that too obvious?" Deliberately skimming over the glittering crystal pendants in the room, the trajectories are connected end to end, just enough to form a complex figure.

"That's why I didn't go out, Harry. Under the premise of remote control, Dumbledore would not use such an insecure method. Even if he wanted to, Imofani couldn't take the time and effort to get those things out, so The defensive facilities here are quite remote ancient rune restrictions." Explaining softly, Voldemort's blood-red eyes couldn't help flashing some emotions similar to admiration, and he had to admit that the level of this restriction was completely beyond Even if it exceeded his expectations, even he was unwilling to fall into it.

"Then what should I do now?" The ancient rune is a field that Harry has never been in contact with. The savior didn't feel how remarkable the restriction in front of him was. He was just dazzled by the shining magic crystals in the room. "You don't need to do anything, just look around and turn around and go out, it's not the time yet..." Voldemort stopped suddenly, Harry followed his gaze to the door, and saw a sweet-looking blonde girl quietly Standing there, wearing the same school uniform as him.

"Miss Cullen, why are you here?" Although the color of his eyes and hair had changed to a certain extent, Harry still vaguely recognized this very familiar face. About a year ago, he once walked by the lake. Met Renee Smekallen.The girl didn't speak, she turned her head to look at him for a while, then slowly approached, reaching out her hand to Harry.