[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Apparently getting spanked by Riddle didn't make Harry feel better.After Fred and George learned of this, they proposed to help Harry enter Umbridge's office, and use the only unsurveilled fireplace in the school to communicate with Sirius—now only Sirius can solve Harry's confusion about his father up.Although Riddle scoffed at this.

"If you are frustrated by one elder, you have to seek faith from another elder." Riddell criticized sarcastically, "There is really no progress."

"I thought you two could sort out Harry's little puberty problems," George said matter-of-factly. "His problems aren't a problem for you, are they?"

"Do you think this is good for him?" he asked, "We solve all his problems for him. He will never know what is unsolvable, what is despair, and how to face it."

George spread his hands, "He's just a kid."

"He won't be a kid forever," Riddle pointed out.

"Yes." George nodded wisely. "Then let him try to find the answer himself."

Fred and George were going to make some noise at school on the afternoon of careers counseling to buy Harry time.That morning, he made an appointment with Professor McGonagall to meet in the office, and was surprised to find that Umbridge was also in Professor McGonagall's office.

"This conversation is mainly about the direction of your intended career in the future, so as to decide what courses you choose in the sixth and seventh grades." Professor McGonagall said businesslike, as if Umbridge didn't even exist. "Do you have any ideas about your career plan?"

"Uh." He actually didn't think about this question, because he had already decided to continue to register for all courses in the sixth and seventh grades, since he was competent. "I don't have a specific idea, but I think my grades should allow me to enroll in any course."

"Yes, based on your past results, I don't doubt that you can get twelve O's in OWLs." Professor McGonagall opened his file, "But I still recommend you to decide your career direction early , so the professors can give you extra help. If you're out of ideas, I got a letter from Ollivander, who wants you to work in his shop after graduation and learn to make wands, for which he Thinks you should take Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. Also he thinks a good grade in Charms and Transfiguration would be good for wand-making."

"Uh...I might...uh, I'm not very interested in making wands." It was only now that he realized that he wasn't as curious about magic as Riddle was.To him magic was just a tool, a means to an end.

"So what are you going to do when you leave Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall closed his file and looked up at him.

"If you start from the perspective of interest, maybe you will be an astronaut or a space vehicle designer." He murmured, thinking that he was suitable for this.

"What's that?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

He felt that it was a bit difficult to explain this to the wizard. "A space vehicle is similar to a wizard's broom and flying carpet, but it is larger, can hold more things, and go farther. Muggle space vehicles can send people to the moon, Mars, and even centaurs the stars, and beyond. Astronauts are the ones who fly the craft."

Professor McGonagall pushed back his glasses and looked at him with concern, as if he had lost his mind. "So what do you think you need to know?"

"I got high marks in the rocket dynamics class." He recalled his past education, "I have a very good understanding of the structure and operation principles of aerospace vehicles, and I have six years of experience in space life, I am well adapted to the weightless environment. If there is anything I need, maybe I will go to a Muggle university after graduation and get enough diplomas... Maybe I will go back to the United States to join the army. If I can handle the issue of nationality and identity, When you're a pilot, normally astronauts come through the ranks of pilots."

"You mean, you're going to leave the wizarding world after graduation?" Professor McGonagall raised his tone, and started flipping through his files again, "You're very likely to get twelve O's in NEWTs, if If you will. You know that very well."

"Can't you leave?" He asked in a low voice, feeling that Professor McGonagall could spray two balls of flames from his nose at any time.

"Of course!" Professor McGonagall's expression was more like "of course not", but she still took a deep breath and calmed down, "But you have to understand that as a wizard, you have to live in the Muggle world There are many restrictions. You can't use magic at will, or let me put it bluntly, once you decide to live in the Muggle world, you can't use magic anymore. If you are going to marry a Muggle girl, you still have to Keep it a secret from your wife and descendants, and don't expose the existence of the wizarding world... I remind you again, you are likely to get twelve Os in NEWTs, which is extremely rare among Hogwarts graduates of……"

He understood why the other party was so excited. Professor McGonagall's family is such a tragedy, so he quickly added, "I probably won't get married. I have no interest in getting married." After seeing Professor McGonagall's expression, he added another sentence , "I'm not interested in girls either."

"Since you are so sure," Professor McGonagall paused and asked unwillingly, "Have you thought it through? This means that you have to bid farewell to the wizarding world."

"I was a Muggle to begin with, and it's not out of the question to become one again," he replied calmly.

"Isn't there anything worthy of your nostalgia in your life in the magic world in the past few years?"

He lowered his head, thinking that if Riddle knew about his decision, he would ask him the same question.To be honest, he has been very happy these few years. He likes Hogwarts very much, many people and things in the wizarding world, and he believes that these years will be the best years of his life.But people don't live for happiness. His mission lies elsewhere. The magic world is just a place for him to rest temporarily. After resting enough, it's time to set sail again.

"Now that you have made your decision, you can apply for any subject you want." Seeing that he didn't answer, Professor McGonagall said wearily, "You can also give up NEWTs, I don't think it will have any impact on you .The employment counseling conversation is over, and you can go."

He stood up and left Professor McGonagall's office, and when he closed the door, he heard the other party muttering something like "twelve O's".

At noon, the news spread like a frying pan.

"You plan to leave the wizarding world after graduation?" He had just found a seat in the auditorium, and before he started eating, Riddle had already walked over aggressively, with black clouds rolling along the way, as if Snape was passing through. "You decided to be a Muggle when there was a good chance you'd get a dozen O's?"

"Leaving the wizarding world?" the twins sitting opposite him asked in unison.

"Twelve O's?" Hermione turned pale with shock, and hurriedly dug out the review plan from her schoolbag.

"Who did you hear that from?" He muttered softly.

"Snape said that he just finished my employment consultation. It has spread among teachers, and Professor McGonagall is heartbroken." Riddle said with a straight face, "So it's true?"

"Why did you leave the wizarding world?" Fred made a frightened expression, "Could it be that you also fell in love with plugs? Merlin's pants, dad finally has sex."

"It's not necessary, I mean leave the wizarding world." George frowned, "Even if you still have a lot of interest in Muggles, it doesn't mean you need to give up everything in the wizarding world and us. And you have to know, Now that you're back in the muggle world, they're not going to accept you easily. You've had a gap of years, no one knows where you've been, no social circle, people don't know you. Hi, your friends are all in magic boundary."

"What's so good about the Muggle world?" Riddle leaned over the table and asked him, "Is it worth it for you to exchange everything you got in the wizarding world?"

He drew back, trying to get out of Riddle's shadow.Their attitude made him very embarrassed. To him, leaving the magic world was nothing more than a farewell. There are gatherings and partings in life, and nothing is eternal, so why make such a fuss.But it was not easy for him to say this, so he simply said in a fit of anger, "What's so good about the magic world? Without advanced physics, without space dynamics, you can't send people forty light-years away, and you can't even send people to There are... so many things on the moon that Muggles have but wizards don't, let alone the most basic, you don't even have a computer!"

Riddle straightened up, with an expression that looked like he wanted to kill someone, "So this is what we mean to you? Are all the plans you discussed with me lying to me? To make me happy?"

"That's right, there's also the joke shop we agreed upon." The twin brothers said in unison.

"We still have two years." He turned his head away from Riddle's aggressive gaze.

"Two years?" Riddle laughed angrily, "Since we are destined to separate after two years, why bother to be lingering now?"

"According to your logic, since people are mortal, why should they live?" He asked rhetorically.

Riddle suddenly calmed down, stared at him expressionlessly, and said calmly, "That's not me."

"What?" He was a little confused about the exact meaning of the other party's words.

"That's right, everyone is mortal, but not me." Riddle looked at him, his eyes were red, "Maybe for you, nothing in this world is eternal, all emotions will eventually dissipate, and all good things It will all end in the end, but none of this applies to me. You say that some things Muggles have, but wizards don't, I will change all this, I will let Muggles have wizards, and wizards have Muggles. Yes. You wait and see, I want you to stay in the wizarding world, I don't care about your wishes, I only care about mine, I have decided that you want to be by my side, and you have to stay by my side forever. "

After finishing speaking, the other party turned around and left regardless of his answer.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mine of chestnut sauce (meat dumpling sauce?)~(≧▽≦)/~