[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"Hey, what happened here just now?" After the patrol came back, Ron opened the box door, and suddenly stared at him with wide eyes, "Ender! You're still alive!"

Hermione who followed Ron let out a short scream, rushed towards him, hugged him in her arms, and kissed each cheek on the left and right, "Great! I'm so worried that I'll never see you again." You! But why are you shrinking?"

This is an embarrassing question.He held back for a long time and didn't know how to answer.

"Be alive anyway." Hermione kissed him again. "Harry said we were in a panic when you were murdered. We reported it to the Aurors, but they said there was no body and they couldn't confirm death, only that you were missing."

"They told us to keep hope," said Ron, leaning against the doorjamb, "that maybe you might still be alive, and that they'd try to find you. Harry's seen things before, and none of us believed Tom would. Get on Ender. You won't, Tom, will you?"

Another awkward silence.

"Well, this..." Riddle moved his lips, but he still couldn't say anything.

"The situation is more complicated than you think." He explained simply, unwilling to recall that experience. "Lucius Malfoy found out that I was a Muggle-born. Voldemort must have known this, but he didn't let Riddle know. Judging from our previous contact with him, he will not kill me easily. Because I put a protective spell on Riddle, and if I killed me, that protective spell would be invalidated, so we were all unprepared. He attacked suddenly, and most of the Death Eaters were present at the time, and I didn't even see him touch it. As soon as I reached the wand, I was bound all over. You can imagine what I will encounter, facing Voldemort and dozens of Death Eaters as a Muggle seed, and I have no power to resist..."

"I don't want to kill anyone, but I can't just sit and watch him being humiliated and tortured by the Death Eaters as a plaything." Riddle's voice dropped, "They took turns using the Cruciatus Curse on him. Vada Kedavra is kinder."

"You can fight for him! Ender can give his life to protect you, why can't you?" Harry said loudly. "What's more, you still..."

"That's right, I am Voldemort's past, but the real Voldemort was standing beside me at that time, do you think the Death Eaters listened to him or me?" Riddle clenched his fists, his tone was terribly cold. "I did it in order to defend him, and I would only involve myself in it, and it would not help the matter. Voldemort didn't mind killing me, and you saw it. If that's the case, why should I die for nothing?"

"If it wasn't for Riddle, I would have died completely, with no chance of resurrection." He ended the argument. "Winning or losing the war between us and Voldemort does not depend on this battle. It is a wise choice to preserve the vitality."

"This is terrible." Neville's face paled.The Longbottoms were driven insane by the Cruciatus Curse, and no one present could understand his feelings better than Neville.

"Did you think you were the only one tormented by this?" Riddle said suddenly to Harry. "You think you're the only one who hasn't slept well this month? Do you think I haven't regretted my negligence? Do you know how I felt standing in front of the arch waiting for him to come back to life? I don't know if it's helpful, Will he go on without hesitation and never come back... The Ministry of Magic may find out that I have trespassed in the Department of Mysteries at any time, and every minute and every second of waiting has become an endless torment... Yes, It's easy for me to lose faith. I don't have as much inexplicable confidence and optimism in the future as you. I don't know if my mentality made Ender suffer unnecessary death. I don't know if I have the courage to continue waiting. go down..."

"But you still waited and did not leave." He comforted the other party softly, "It is precisely because you have not given up hope of resurrecting me that I can find my way back."

The box fell silent again until a third-year girl timidly walked in and handed them two rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons, "I'll pass these on to Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. — Potter," she stammered.

"Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter?" Riddle roughly grabbed the two rolls of parchment. "Slughorn asked you to hand it over? An old man, chubby, with a big belly?"

The girl nodded apprehensively.

"He didn't mention anyone else? Did he send someone else to deliver the letter?" Riddle asked ferociously.

"I don't know..." The girl hurried away.

"You scared her." Hermione gave Riddle a dissatisfied look. "what is that?"

"An invitation to the Slug Club." Riddle handed the parchment to Harry and Neville. "Slughorn would invite those students he considered promising to dine on board the train, and other students would join him at the banquet as a form of recognition and honor."

"I'm not surprised he invited Harry." Ron looked at Harry and Neville opening the invitation with a sullen face. "but……"

"The Longbottom family is very famous among pure-blood families. Ah, I forgot to tell you that Slughorn was an out-and-out pure-blood in my day. Of course, in the current situation , he will tactfully express that he treats pure-blood wizards and Muggles equally." Riddle shrugged, "He should have taught Neville's parents, they are all very outstanding talents, there is no doubt that he thinks Neville able to inherit their talents."

Hearing this, Neville hung his head in frustration.Hermione kept a straight face, "You seem to know him well."

"I'm the best student he's ever taught." Riddle adjusted his neckline proudly. "Dumbledore must not have told him that I was at school, or he would have invited me."

With that said, Riddle walked out first.

"Slughorn never mentioned him to me," Harry whispered, watching Riddle's back. "In this case, it's not very good for his image to admit that he taught Voldemort, does it?" He also said My mother was one of his favorite students."

"Talk to people when you see people, but talk to ghosts." He also walked out.Riddle's mood is not stable today, so it's hard to guarantee that he won't do anything drastic.

They came all the way to carriage C.Riddle's legs were too long and he was already there first.It was worse than he had imagined, and it was hard to tell if there had been a fight, some dishes had fallen and broken, knives and forks and napkins were strewn about, and the tablecloth had been torn in half—by Slughorn, The old fat man who fell to the ground trembling with fright.The reinstated professor was pointing at Riddle and screaming at the top of his lungs, "Get out! You most evil thing! Don't let me see you... Dumbledore, old bastard, if I knew you were here, I would Definitely not coming back! I'm getting out! Stop! I'm getting out!"

Some of the invited students stood and watched, and he recognized Blaise Zabini, who was in the same grade, and McCork McLaggen from Gryffindor. To his surprise, Ginny was also standing there ,do not know what to do.Riddle held his wand, trembling with anger, "You didn't say that in the past. You said that I was your most proud student, and you said that Hogwarts has not produced a person more talented than me in hundreds of years. You said that the thing you are most proud of is being my professor... are you going to deny all of this now? After I carry forward your ideas and ideas?"

"I didn't teach you! Go away! I don't know you! I don't know who you are! Crazy!" Slughorn yelled incoherently, catching a glimpse of Harry. "Harry! Harry Potter! The savior! You have to save me! He's going to kill me! He's going to kill me!"

"Tom is not such a person, you must have misunderstood something." Harry walked in with a look of embarrassment.

Slughorn immediately hid behind Harry, muttering in a low voice, "Do you know who he is? You know him? Dumbledore didn't tell you? He's your enemy... He killed Lily, he killed Your father, he has killed many, many people! Now he is coming to kill me again! I know his secret, his darkest secret, and he will not let me go, he is coming to kill me!"

"Professor, please calm down. If Tom is really who you said, Dumbledore would never allow him to step into Hogwarts, would he?" He walked up to Riddle and held his hand , let the other party calm down slowly.

"You don't know what kind of evil that is..." Slughorn leaned half of his bald head out of Harry's shoulders, his two small eyes fixed on Riddle, "This thing, it's not a human being at all. ! You can't imagine..."

"I won't kill you. You don't deserve it." Riddle put away his wand and looked at Slughorn with extreme contempt. "Remember what you said today, you never taught me, one day, you will regret everything you said today."

After finishing speaking, the other party strode out, leaving a group of students whispering beside them.