[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"Hey Sleeping Beauty, are you finally awake?"

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and sat up from the hard table, his muscles ached all over his body, as if he had been in a coma for a long time.Riddle stood right in front of him, looking at him narrowly, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to think about giving you a kiss."

"How are Harry and the others?" At this moment, he had no intention of joking with the other party at all. He jumped off the table, looked at the mess around him, took out the Snitch from his pocket, and let it go.

"I don't know." Riddle shrugged. "Judging from the battle scene, he probably lived quite tenaciously."

He gave the other party a reproachful look. The Snitch had already flown out of the hall of time where they were, and entered the hall of the brain where they had been.There he found Hermione and Luna who were unconscious, Ron who was giggling, and Ginny who was sitting on the ground holding her ankle.The Snitch hovered over Hermione and Luna, and he saw Ginny mouthing to him, "They're alive. Go get Harry."

The Snitch flew in the direction Ginny pointed, and returned to the room with the arched door.The scene was chaotic, Death Eaters and members of the Order of the Phoenix were chasing each other, and spells were flying everywhere. He carefully controlled the snitch to shuttle through the light of the spells to observe the situation.Dumbledore had arrived, the Death Eaters were about to be defeated, and Harry was dragging Neville up with his legs flailing—

Suddenly, Harry let go of Neville, drew his wand and ran off.He turned around just in time to see Sirius fall down with a terrified expression, fall into the curtain, and disappear.

As if watching a distant pantomime, Harry rushed towards the arch, but was stopped by Lupine, and he couldn't reach the platform where the arch was.The curtain was still swaying slightly, just as it had been when they first saw it.The others were still fighting, and the death of Sirius was like a stone being thrown on the surface of a vast lake, and the waves were still spreading outward.

Opposite to where Sirius had been standing, Bellatrix stood on the stone steps, still maintaining the posture when chanting the spell, as if shocked by this scene.She was expressionless, as if all her emotions had been buried in Azkaban, she just slowly lowered the hand holding the wand, clutched her chest, and took two steps back, as if she couldn't accept what she had done.Slowly, little by little sorrow appeared on her face, and that sorrow was imprisoned by corpse-like stiff muscles, distorted into an incomplete wail.There seemed to be tears in her eyes, but in the end, the traces of weakness were evaporated by fanatical pride, and her sadness transformed into a strange smile, cold and cruel, devoid of the last trace of humanity.

He looked at each other, his eyes seemed to penetrate her figure, and he saw the crumbling old house at 12 Grimmauld Place, only a few dusty silverware proved the creaking, cobweb-covered, dark house It used to be brilliant.He looked past the crumpled heads of house-elfs, past the viciously screaming portrait of Sirius' mother, past the empty framed picture of Phineas hanging above the bed, and finally landed on the bleak On the light tapestry full of insect eyes. "Noble and oldest Black family. Forever pure." The large characters embroidered with gold thread lost their last luster in the dim room.The rise and fall of the Blake family's honor and disgrace for thousands of years, finally condensed on this madly laughing woman in front of him. She is no longer young, her appearance has faded, and the rough years have left traces on her face that have nothing to do with beauty. , but at this moment, he felt that she was so moving.

She ran out.Harry broke free from Lupine's restraints and followed.

The snitch chased after them, and he strode forward, leaving the Hall of Time. "What happened?" Riddle asked after him. "What did you see?"

He didn't answer.Bellatrix's shrill laugh came from ahead, echoing through the darkened halls of the Department of Mysteries, and she sang in a shrill voice, "I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! Sirius Black—ha ha ha ha!"

"Get out of the way!" Harry ran in front of them, aiming his wand at Bellatrix, "Crucio!"

Bellatrix screamed and fell to the ground. "You've never used the Unforgivable Curses, have you?" she yelled. "You need to give them evil powers, Potter, to actually cause pain—righteous anger can do nothing to me!"

Harry pointed his wand at Bellatrix, gasping for air, his face full of bitter hatred.

"Don't, Harry." Riddle called out, "This is not you, don't be influenced by him, don't do things you regret."

"I won't regret it—" said Harry hoarsely, "she deserved it, she deserved it—"

"Harry!" Riddle raised his voice. "Think about who you are!"

Harry staggered.In front of them, near the fountain of the statue, a figure appeared, and Voldemort stood in front of them, with a cold scowling, "You have hindered me many times today, first breaking the prophecy ball, and now preventing me from solving this favorite." You messed with me—”

"You wanted to kill him. You induced him to kill Bella because you wanted to destroy the power in him, the kind of power that you despise—and I despise." Riddle calmly walked up to Harry and blocked it for Harry. Out of Voldemort's sight. "I know you hate him, and I hate him too, but he is your Horcrux after all! Don't tell me you don't know this!"

"One of the Horcruxes." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Riddle. "Get out of the way, this is not your willful occasion."

"If you want to kill him, you have to kill me first." Riddle gripped his wand tightly. "Losing one Horcrux may be a price you can pay, but what about losing two? Just for such a small character with little ability?"

Harry opened his mouth angrily, as if to refute, but before he could speak, Voldemort's icy voice sounded, "You heard the prophecy, one must die by the other, the two cannot be at the same time Alive. He is a small character and cannot stop me from moving forward, but it does not mean that I don’t need to eliminate him as a stumbling block on the way forward.”

"The prophecy can be changed." Riddle said loudly. "You know I'm right. Prophecies are just some future possibilities, not all of them."

"I know what stupid idea you have in your head." Voldemort's voice showed a trace of impatience, "Since he may hinder me, then I should destroy him and get out of the way, otherwise I will solve it with you!"

"Then do it." Riddle still stood where he was, motionless. "Prove that you're a fool for killing yourself twice for a future that may not exist!"

"It was a pointless attempt for me to create you." Voldemort looked at Riddle indifferently. "I will not be defeated by death, and I don't need the chance of resurrection. You want to protect Potter?"

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort was gone.Standing behind Riddle, Harry raised his wand tremblingly, "Avada Kedavra!"

The statue of the wizard in the fountain jumped down between Harry and Riddle, catching the green light.

"This is - Dumbledore!" Voldemort reappeared and shot a green light at Dumbledore at the door.And Dumbledore waved his wand, making the statues in the fountain come alive, the wizard statue escorted the three of them to avoid the main battlefield, and the witch statue rushed to Bellatrix, pressing her to the ground .

"You don't want to kill me." Harry looked at Riddle with some confusion, "Why?"

"Why should I believe in that stupid prophecy?" Riddle snorted, "You are alive, and I am alive, so how can this not be called living at the same time? The person who made this prophecy must have a logic problem."

Harry fell silent.

He could guess what Harry was thinking, and when he heard this prophecy, a thought probably flashed through Harry's mind: kill Riddle.

If Harry hadn't been calm enough, he could see that it was too difficult to kill Riddle under the protection of a group of Death Eaters, and he probably did something irrational.This is also why Voldemort can take advantage of it later - if Harry himself agrees that under the premise of such a prophecy, one person has a good reason to act first and kill the other, then Voldemort killed Harry back then. parents, there is nothing to blame.

At least Harry and Voldemort were on the same page about wanting to kill Riddle.

Riddle prevented Harry from murdering Bellatrix, and actually protected Harry's innocence that he never killed, precisely because Harry never killed, when Voldemort possessed Harry despite agreeing Voldemort's intention, but could not do it.This moment of hesitation gave Dumbledore the opportunity to protect Riddle.That's why the three of them can stand here.

"I wanted to kill you just now." Harry said weakly, looking at his trembling hands.

"You are only influenced by him." Riddle waved his hand impatiently, "It is impossible to distinguish what is your idea and what is his idea."

Harry opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

What he can think of, Riddle will only know better than him.However, this is not the time to discuss with Harry whether it is correct to kill people because of the prophecy. Voldemort may re-possess Harry at any time. If Voldemort thinks that the efficiency of possession is low, he may not try again.To ensure that Harry is difficult to be swayed by Voldemort, the best choice is to continue to maintain Harry's simplicity and cleanliness.

Riddle watched the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort intently, as if these were just the most natural gestures.He no longer thought about how Riddle was planning, how to play games among multiple forces, and seek to maximize the benefits, but turned his eyes away, and his eyes fell on Bellatrix who was pinned to the ground by the statue.