[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Dally, slow down, don't be in such a hurry!" Seeing Uncle Vernon chasing the fat meat ball in front of him that was almost rolling towards the puffed food, Harry hesitated, not knowing Should I catch up or stand still and wait.After all, there were really a lot of people looking over there right now, and he didn't want that kind of attention at all.It's not that I feel ashamed, it's just that I don't want to get together like this, and then be watched together.

"So you came to the supermarket to stand here?" While Harry was still in a daze, Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded in his consciousness, with vague impatience. "What's the matter with you?" Harry asked blankly, not knowing what he was getting impatient with.Voldemort didn't answer, he just sneered, and then ignored Harry, but Harry could vaguely sense his emotions, hidden under his impatience, was disgust, and a little bit of being strongly rejected by his master curious.

Harry thought he could guess what the disgust was coming from, because the supermarket was heavily trafficked, so in Voldemort's view, they were probably surrounded by Muggles?As for curiosity... Maybe it was Voldemort's first visit to a Muggle supermarket. The atmosphere here was obviously different from Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. The style was simple and lively, full of a taste of life.The Dark Lord was curious about Muggle supermarkets, which wasn't a very strange thing to be honest, but for some reason, Harry just felt like laughing, and he did, almost automatically.

"You, laugh, that's enough, no, yes." Voldemort almost uttered these words through gritted teeth. His original intention was probably to stop Harry from continuing to laugh by threatening, but obviously it just had the opposite effect.Harry, who was only slightly raising the corners of his lips and trying to suppress his smile, couldn't hold it back in an instant. He laughed out loud, and the whole person collapsed on the shelf beside him. He could barely control himself from slipping. to the ground.

"If you're curious, just tell me, I'll show you around." Harry finally stopped smiling, not because he was afraid of the threat from Voldemort, but because he didn't want to be regarded as a crazy person: "Actually, the supermarket is a very interesting place." I used to go there every day for a while." Looking at Dudley, who was still arguing with Uncle Vernon for some reason and almost lying on the ground, Harry felt that Uncle Vernon There should be no time to pay attention to him for a while.That being the case, why not go around and buy all the things you want to buy first, and by the way, take the Dark Lord who has been derailed from the human world for a long time to visit.

"Uncle Vernon, should I go shopping first, or wait here?" After all, he is no longer a child, and Harry can't do the thing of leaving without saying hello, so he still walked over, cautiously inquiring. "Go and buy what you want first, kid." Uncle Vernon waved his hand casually without looking back, "I'll wait at the cashier in a while, no more than half an hour, do you hear me?" "Okay, I'll be there on time." With permission, Harry left the place without waiting for a second, and for no other reason, Dudley was really rolling now.

"Tsk, don't care about those two Muggles anymore?" I don't know if it was because of the scene where Harry laughed before, but Voldemort was in a particularly bad mood now, and he didn't have any serious purpose in speaking, but simply wanted to find fault. "There's nothing to worry about," Harry said nonchalantly, "Although I don't know what Dudley wants, but if Aunt Petunia was around, she would have bought it for Dudley as soon as he cried out. Uncle Nong is here, but Dali's fuss is enough to get everything he wants."

"Aren't you envious, obviously living together, he can get everything easily, but you can't?" Voldemort paused, as if digesting the excessive pampering of the Dursleys to the little chubby ball who was obviously overweight , then asked. "What's more, you've seen Dali's appearance now, do you think I need to be envious?" While saying this, Harry tiptoed to take a bottle of juice from the shelf, and casually glanced at the production date After confirming that there is no problem, put it in the shopping basket. "It's better for you to drink less of this kind of fruit juice in the future," Harry said while searching for his next target, while still giving Voldemort a small health lecture in his mind: "This kind of drink has a lot of chemical ingredients, it's very important for you to drink it." Poor health."

Although he didn't know what the chemical ingredients were, Voldemort could understand the core meaning, that is, the drink was harmful to the human body. "Since you know, why do you still drink?" The Dark Lord said that he could not understand the thoughts of the savior. "Because of the spring outing tomorrow." Harry answered almost as a matter of course, and then thought that Voldemort probably couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so he added an explanation: "During the spring outing, other people usually bring some kind of drink. So I also buy a bottle, not sure whether to drink it or not, the main reason is to suit the occasion.”

"What does it matter to you that other people drink this, and besides, is it only you who know it's harmful?" It seemed that Voldemort did not accept this explanation. "What you need to go out to play together is a feeling. It's the feeling that we all have when we sit together, eat the same food, drink the same drinks, and chat casually about interesting topics. As for the harm... it's actually not that bad. It's not that serious, as long as you don't drink it as water, it's fine, kids, they always like these drinks with several pluses in sugar."

"I didn't drink those sweet and greasy drinks when I was young." I don't know where Voldemort's heart can't be touched. Anyway, listening to this tone, Ha felt that something was wrong, so he immediately changed the subject: "Bring a sandwich tomorrow, what else do you want besides sliced ​​ham, lettuce should be there, then tomatoes and cheese, what else, how about adding an egg?" Voldemort obviously didn't want to continue the delicate topic just now, probably The savior hadn't thought of who he was targeting with his words just now, but who else could it be except Dumbledore.

Back then, he still used the name of his Muggle father, and he was just an ordinary student. Don't worry about this ordinary student. The first grade in the next grade, he still only thinks that he is an ordinary student... The topic is a bit far away, let's get down to business.Back then, the reason why he was so reluctant to enter Dumbledore's office was due to the conflict of personality and philosophy, but more importantly, it was because of the unacceptable drinks and candies in Dumbledore's office.That’s right, it’s just a small prop for Dumbledore when he gets along with the students. Handing candies or something is really the best choice to adjust the atmosphere. The vast majority of students.

Dumbledore has a typical British taste. He likes the sour and sweet tastes that are particularly strong. The taste of ordinary little wizards is probably similar to this, but Riddle is not.Riddle is the type who doesn't want to add sugar to his coffee, so he struggles with Dumbledore's kindness every time.Of course, Dumbledore knew this later, but every time Riddle came to his office, he just silently chose whichever drink tasted the sweetest. It would be an exaggeration to say that it was malicious, and at most it was a little inexplicable narrowness Well, but he probably didn't expect that until so many years later, when mentioning sweets, Voldemort would still think of Dumbledore, and vice versa, when mentioning Dumbledore, Voldemort would definitely think of sweets.

"Okay, that's all for the sandwich, what more do you want, chocolate or hard candy?" Voldemort had just suppressed some of his extremely nasty memories of sweets, and the Savior immediately brought them back. "I don't like sweets." Voldemort lowered his business, and the sudden eerie aura almost caused Harry to throw out the packet of finger biscuits he was holding. "Okay, okay, no sweet snacks, as for what, it's inexplicable." Harry lowered his voice in the second half of the sentence, not talking to Voldemort, but complaining to himself.

"Let me remind you, my dear savior," Voldemort pretended to use an official tone: "You only have 3 minutes left, I assume you have selected everything?" Obviously not, ha Li was silent for three seconds, and then suddenly quickened his pace, as if he had suddenly grown superhuman, and threw the things he needed into the basket almost without looking at them. Standing right next to the cash register. "You're on time, boy." Uncle Vernon seemed to have been waiting there for a while, and when he saw him coming, he gave him a first look, but looked at his watch, and didn't say anything more.