[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"I didn't expect that we came quite early." Riddle looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, "Let's go, go find a box first. I thought we would miss the train."

The train was almost empty, and few people would be sitting and waiting so early.They picked a box at the back, and Riddle threw the shoulder bag on the luggage rack, and sat down by the window. "You didn't show Larry all the functions, did you?"

"Of course not. The amount of calculation that can be achieved theoretically by a quantum computer is infinite." He couldn't help laughing, hoping that Larry's future life would not be too sad, and he also counted on Google to quickly promote the development of human technology. "The work that ordinary computers take decades to complete, quantum computers can do in seconds, the key is the algorithm. I gave them the hardware, but not the algorithm. It will take a while for them to make the computer work properly. So they don't know what I've been doing for a month."

Riddle raised his eyebrows, "I knew you did nothing good."

"It's not a big deal. I just hacked the security system of the U.S. Department of Defense and copied some confidential information. Well, I haven't looked at it carefully. It's probably some nuclear weapon launch codes, deployment maps of military bases, and global surveillance systems. stuff like that. Ever since I learned how to use a computer, I've wanted to do it," he said with a mischievous grin, "to overcome the world's most fortified computer defense system. Unfortunately, before I succeeded, the army recruited me gone."

"Poor Larry." Riddle sighed with half-truth, "How do you feel now? A sense of accomplishment? Or do you feel scared? Think the Americans will come to trouble you?"

"To be honest, I don't feel very fulfilled." He shrugged, "Even if those old-fashioned semiconductor computers are all tied together, they are still using the RSA encryption algorithm... Anyway, it is impossible to crack it." It's not difficult. I believe that there are many hackers in this era who can overcome the defense of the US government. The difficulty is to wipe out the traces, not to be discovered, to steal secrets without anyone noticing, and then restore the system to its original state, so that It works. The U.S. government found out the information was stolen much later, maybe after the hackers sold the secrets, and by that time the hackers were already running away with the money, and even if they could track the traces, they couldn't catch it The hacker himself. When we tested the system in front of Larry, the cracking software was automatically running in the background of the computer. Decrypting a document wiped out a trace. Before the defense system reacted, the information was obtained. The US government will find out sooner or later What did we do, but we were already at Hogwarts by then."

"Hogwarts may never be found by the Muggle government, but the United States Department of Magic is different." Riddle laughed, "We have destroyed the "Reasonable Restraint of Minors Act" and the "International Statute of Secrecy" Second, the Americans will soon find the British Ministry of Magic to request our extradition. Britain and the United States signed an extradition treaty in 1972, and the British government has never refused to surrender their nationals."

"Are you afraid?" He reminded the other party, "Don't forget, you still bear several felony murders."

"It doesn't count if there is no evidence." Riddle rolled his eyes, "The Wizengamot only approves wands for evidence. Your wand is not registered, no matter what kind of magic you perform, you will not be accused of it. Ollivander again Run away, no one can prove that wand belongs to you. As for the one in my hand, although it is registered on my head, but I cast magic at the point of a muggle, Larry can Testify against me, I did it entirely in self-defense."

"Have you studied the law well?"

"Thanks to Dumbledore, he taught me how to deal with those stupid rules."

"The principal will be sad to hear you say that." He shook his head helplessly. "I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let us go, though. The Quibbler must have made them gnash their teeth, and they'd have jumped at the chance to hurt our reputation, even if there wasn't enough evidence."

"Then let's wait and see." Riddle said haughtily, glancing outside the door, "They're getting into the car... Hey, here!"

"Guys, long time no see." Neville greeted them happily.

"Get out of the way!" Harry roughly pushed Neville away, pointing his wand at Riddle, "Why do you have the face to show up here, a murderer? I shouldn't have believed you had a good side—"

"Harry?" he called softly. "What happened?"

Seeing him, Harry was stunned, his mouth opened wide, and his wand hand was lowered, "Ender? Did I read that right? Didn't you get murdered by this guy? No, You're not Ender, are you his relative? Anyway, stay away from that fellow across from you, he's very dangerous—"

"I was murdered by him." He felt a little dumbfounded, "The question is how did you know?"

"Obviously it was in a dream." Riddle curled his lips unhappily.

"You were indeed murdered?" Harry looked even more confused. "So you're a ghost now? No, you're not translucent. Also, why do you look as small as a freshman?"

"Why don't you sit down and have a good talk? Let's talk about what we know and see where the misunderstandings are." He retreated into the carriage to make room for them.

Harry stared at Riddle warily, and raised his wand again.

"Harry, if you saw the scene of my murder through the connection with him, you should know that he murdered me to save me from suffering." He said calmly, "I don't blame him for being so Do, and I hope you don't blame him either."

"Since you said that," Harry still refused to put down his wand, but walked in slowly, "I'll let him go for now."

"You let me go?" Riddle stood up abruptly, the knuckles of his fingers holding the wand turned white, "It's almost as good as I let you go! Kid, don't think that you are the savior of the world. The reason why you can Escape from me again and again, just by luck! I could kill you as easily as a bedbug—”

"Finally can't hide your killer essence?" Harry looked hostile. "Fine, let's end this. One has to die at the hands of the other, right? Just today—"

"Enough!" he raised his voice. "You two, put away your wands and sit down!"

Riddle put down his wand first, and Harry reluctantly sat beside him so that Neville and Luna could come in.

"Harry, no matter what you think, you have to admit that Riddle is still trying to protect you from the real Voldemort. That alone makes no sense for you to lose your temper with him." He looked Looking at the other party's aggrieved look, I feel a little disappointed. "Besides, even if you regard him as an enemy, have you ever thought about the consequences of your actions before you do it? Do you think you are his opponent? Your spells are stronger than his? Your casting speed is faster than his. He's faster? What makes you think you'd survive taking a shot at him without authorization, if he's really hostile to you?"

"I'm still here." Riddle crossed his arms in dissatisfaction, "Don't teach him how to kill me."

He ignored the other party, but continued, "I can understand that Sirius' death gave you a lot of psychological burden, but this is not an excuse for your recklessness. I thought you would be more mature, Sirius and your parents Sacrifice is not for your impulsive death on the train, they want you to live on and shoulder your responsibilities.”

"No, you don't understand." Harry looked up suddenly, with tears in his emerald green eyes, "You don't understand what it feels like. I saw you die in front of me, as if I killed you with my own hands .I heard that damned spell coming out of my mouth, and I watched you turn into ashes, with nothing left. Every night for the past month, I dreamed that I killed you with my own hands, every night During the day, I was thinking of avenging you. If Rita hadn't said that this guy fled to the United States in fear of crime that night, I would have caught him!"

It was Harry who didn't understand.Harry didn't kill him himself, he just felt what Riddle felt.And he, he did kill his loved one with his own hands, and was willing to give everything to redeem his mistakes afterwards, but he could only accept the reality-what he lost would never come back.

<You can redeem it.The queen's voice sounded in his mind, <As long as you let us out, as long as you find another home for us.

<I will bring you back to life, but not now, not here.He replied firmly, <Humanity is not ready to accept you.

"I'm still alive." He comforted Harry softly, "You can let go of that hatred."

"You think I'm ridiculous, don't you?" Harry wiped away tears.

"I didn't mean that." He said softly, "But hatred is not a rational behavior, and I cannot approve of you indulging in unnecessary hatred. We live to protect those we love, not to indulge for what we lost."

"So how on earth did you do it?" Neville asked quietly. "It sounds like you took the Avada Kedavra curse and survived."

"I didn't survive, I just came back to life," he replied matter-of-factly, "I don't actually think the Killing Curse is a lethal spell, it's just generally deadly. Essentially, it just makes the soul Separated from the body, the soul dies, and the body cannot survive alone."

"The dementor's kiss can also make the soul leave the body, but the effect is not similar to the Killing Curse." Riddle frowned, "The Killing Curse can indeed separate the soul from the body, but your situation is the same as that of ordinary killing The results of the mantra are not the same."

"A dementor is a...well, a necromancer, a spirit creature. So we can assume, it's a picky eater. Just like humans eat clams, we don't eat the shell and the flesh, we just take the meat Suck it out. I think the dementor's kiss doesn't suck out all the soul, but only the part that the dementor wants." He offered his conjecture.

"That sounds disgusting." Neville scrunched up his face.

"I have an immature idea." He put his fingers together, "I think Riddle's Killing Curse didn't hit me, or before he hit, I already... to some extent , died. Our body is only made of matter, atoms, molecules, why does such a matter have a soul, can think, can act, why can't other matter? I think there is some kind of structure supporting it, some kind of function Force, so that atoms and atoms can be combined into a whole, forming a container that can hold the soul. Before I was hit by the spell, my soul was transported to another world with this structure, and the body I stayed in this world, Without the support of the structure, they are just some particles, so they will be scattered into invisible dust under the impact of the Killing Curse."

"How did you do it?" Riddle looked at him strangely.

"I don't know." He lowered his head, "I didn't expect such a thing to happen."

When he realized that Riddle was going to kill him, all he felt was relief, no nostalgia, no resentment.Perhaps he had neither enough courage to live nor enough courage to die, he was just weak, and tired.

So that night was actually very simple. Riddle really wanted to kill him, and he was really willing to die there, but neither of them succeeded.

"Whatever the reason, just come back." Neville smiled at him. "Let's talk about something happy, will there be a DA party this year? Oh, bad..."

"We've got rid of Umbridge, so there's no need to go any further, right?" Harry watched as Neville ducked under his chair to catch the fleeing Lyffe. "I've met the new professor this term. His name is Slughorn, and he seems fine, although I don't particularly like him."

"Slughorn won't be your type. To put it simply, he is—snobbish." Riddle almost gritted his teeth and said the last word. "If you have a strong background in your family, or if he thinks you will become a powerful person in the future, he will curry favor with you. If you have neither, then he will completely ignore you."

"You know him?"

"He used to be the head of our Slytherin, and he is one of my favorite professors." There was a hint of sarcasm in Riddle's tone, "Just give him a box of pineapple preserves, and he can't hide any secret."

"Do you like professors based on their value?" Harry couldn't agree with him.

"Wow, you discovered this." Riddle smirked, "By the way, Slughorn is a mess in Defense Against the Dark Arts. If he came to teach this class, he would probably only teach How can you curry favor with a dark wizard. He is a famous master of potions, so if my guess is right, it should be Snape who will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

"Ow!" Neville knocked his head on the chair.

"What a nightmare! Wait a minute," Harry said, looking at Riddle suddenly eagerly. "You're good at the Dark Arts, aren't you? Especially curses?"

"What's the matter?" Riddle folded his arms pretending to be reserved, "Do you plan to learn a few tricks from me to deal with Snape?"

"Does your curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor still work? The one that everyone can't do for a year?"

"If Snape left after only one year of teaching, the curse would not have fallen on him."

"But there is still a high probability that Snape will die tragically, right?" Harry showed a dreamlike look of anticipation, as if he was imagining Snape's miserable death.

"So are you going to continue the DA parties?" Luna asked calmly, "I like those parties, it's like being with friends."

"Of course there will be. Harry's withdrawal is his business. Ender and I have been preparing for the whole summer vacation for this year's DA." Riddle leaned back in his chair. "I promise it will be absolutely fantastic, you will see things you have never seen before."

"I'm not planning to quit." Before Harry could refute, a noisy smirk and whispering outside the carriage interrupted their conversation.A girl with long black hair came in with a confident smile on her face, "Hi, Harry, my name is Romilda Vane, why don't you sit in our carriage?"

When this Romilda Vani was speaking, her disdainful eyes moved back and forth between Luna and Neville, "You don't want to be with these people,"

"What do you mean?" Boss Riddle asked angrily.

"Oh, I didn't mean you." Romy Dapin glanced at Riddle, and then turned his gaze to Harry.

"So you're talking about my girlfriend?" Riddle stood up.This is a dangerous sign.

"Your girlfriend?" Romida looked at Luna—the only woman in the entire box, and couldn't help showing a bit of sympathy for a mental patient, "I can't imagine that someone will associate with the crazy girl Lovegood .”

"Apologize to her for your rude words." Riddle said coldly.

"It's okay." Luna said erratically, "Many people call me that."

"If I don't apologize, what will you do to me?" Romilda raised her protruding chin proudly.

"They are my friends." Before Riddle could speak, Harry said hastily, "Since you don't respect my friends, you are not welcome here."

After speaking, Harry closed the door of the box, blocking the girl out.

"Who was that just now?" Neville finally got out from under the chair in disgrace, clutching Raffle in his hand.

"Someone dead." Riddle snorted and sat back in his seat.

"You can't attack someone for such a small thing!" Harry said accusingly.

"I don't think it's a small thing, and I don't see why I can't attack that—" Riddle said a nasty expletive.

"That's rude." Luna said lightly.

"I don't like her either." Neville returned to his seat sullenly.

"People think you should have more aggressive friends," Luna pointed out sharply.

"You've got a lot of energy." Harry looked at them. "None of them were with me when we fought in the Ministry."

"That sounds good." Luna immediately smiled.

The author has something to say: Thank you Cheng Aiwa for mine X2~(≧▽≦)/~