[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"Put me down."

They flew back to Hogwarts, and landed next to the grounds, ready to go back to school from Hogsmeade.He wanted to finish the journey by himself, but Riddle continued to hug him as if he didn't mind the pain in his hands.

"With your appearance, you can't even walk easily. How long will it take us to get to the medical wing if you are put down." The other party sneered.

"It's not a serious injury...don't touch it!"

Riddle patted his injured leg lightly and unhesitatingly. The sharp pain made him curl up uncontrollably, and the other party hugged him even tighter. "That's right, the wounded should look like the wounded." The other party said with a smile.

He simply didn't know how he was carried all the way to the medical wing by Riddle under the surprised eyes of his classmates.

When they arrived, Harry had fallen asleep under the arrangement of Madam Pomfrey.Mrs. Frey instructed Riddle to put him on a hospital bed, and then unwrapped his bandage. Mrs. Weasley, who was taking care of Harry, gasped and covered her mouth with blood on her left leg. He didn't scream.Madam Pomfrey clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, and chanted a spell to make his skin heal quickly. After the new skin and flesh grew well, she asked Riddle angrily, "How did you get this wound?"

"Uh, he split up when he Apparated." Riddle shrank his shoulders under the angry gaze of the other party, "He's not yet an adult, so logically speaking, he can't Apparate, in order to prevent people from the Ministry of Magic from looking for him Trouble, I have to use some simple and crude means..."

"It's really rough." Madam Pomfrey walked to the cabinet, took out a bottle of potion and handed it to him, "Drink this."

"Will it have a hypnotic effect?" He hesitated looking at the strange purple liquid in the bottle.

"You need to rest!" Suddenly a loud voice interrupted Madam Pomfrey, making her even more annoyed, "What's wrong with these people, don't they know this is a ward?"

"Where's Dumbledore?" The door was knocked open, and it was Cornelius Fudge who appeared at the door.

"He's not here—" Mrs. Weasley hadn't finished speaking when Dumbledore walked in.

"What's going on?" The headmaster's eyes quickly passed over him and Riddle, and then shifted to Fudge, McGonagall and Snape who were following behind. "Minerva, I put you in charge of baby Crouch—"

"There is no need for guards! The minister has ensured this!" Professor McGonagall was shaking with excitement.

"We told the Minister that the Death Eaters were responsible for tonight's events, and he was concerned for his own safety and insisted that the Dementors accompany him into the castle," Snape explained in a low voice.

"I told him you wouldn't allow it!" screamed Professor McGonagall, pointing at Fudge, "but as soon as he...that guy came into Moody's office, he--"

"He deserved what he deserved!" Fudge's momentum was not weak at all, but was interrupted by Riddle who rushed out of the door, "What's going on with the students here?"

Dumbledore looked at the direction Riddle left with a complicated expression. "Now we can't get him to testify."

"Testimony? What kind of testimony?" Fudge snorted, "He is a lunatic! He thought he was following the instructions of the mysterious man!"

"Voldemort did give him an order. The reason why so many people died mysteriously was the incidental result of Voldemort's resurrection plan. Now he has succeeded, and he has regained his body." Dumbledore looked serious.

However, Fudge seemed completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter, "The mysterious man...is back? Don't be kidding." The minister gave an ugly laugh, "How is this possible...it's really nonsense..."

"I saw it with my own eyes! Ender saw it too!" Harry woke up at some point and was getting up from the bed, fumbling for his glasses under the pillow.

Fudge eyed him uneasily.

"I'll go see Tom." He grunted, put the medicine on the bedside, and walked out of the medical wing.

"You fought a Death Eater! Why won't you admit it?" Harry shouted behind him.

Fudge would not acknowledge the fact that Voldemort had been resurrected.It's not about how many witnesses, how much evidence, how much strong testimony there is.Just as the main soul predicted, there will always be someone eager to kill Little Crouch.Fudge is an idiot, but he is a little smart. He knows that the reason why he can become a minister is not because of his outstanding ability, but because he caught up with the time, and with the peace after the war, he can barely secure this position.Once the news of Voldemort's reappearance is known to the public, the panic of the public and the riots under the panic, Fudge thinks that he will not be able to deal with it.As long as Fudge still wants to be the Minister of Magic, he cannot admit that Voldemort is resurrected, otherwise Fudge himself will be the first to step down.

In fact, Fudge is still aware of the current situation in his heart. He has not been the Minister of Magic for more than ten years.He thought about Fudge's reaction, and this obvious deafness and dumbness tricked Harry.However, Voldemort was defeated once after all, and Dumbledore was more threatening in comparison, and even Harry was a big threat.Dark wizards are rampant in the world, which is a crisis for some people and an opportunity for others. Dumbledore gained great political prestige by defeating Grindelwald, and Harry's reputation as the savior also came from this.Even if Fudge wants to fight Voldemort, he will choose to fight the inside first and then settle outside. First, he will seize the political prestige of Dumbledore and Harry, unify the wizarding world under Fudge's own leadership, and then fight Voldemort to the death, gaining both fame and fortune .

He went to Moody's office.The door was blasted open, and he went straight in. Little Crouch sat slumped on the chair, his eyes were blank, as if he was dead, but he was still breathing.Tom sat on the ground with his knees hugged, his eyes flushed, as if he had just cried, and when he saw him coming in, he rubbed his eyes quickly, and pretended nothing happened with a straight face.

"It's not your fault." He sat down beside the other party.

Tom ignored him, but tried to stay calm, "How do you think he felt when he died? Do you feel supremely honored?" The other party said in the usual mocking tone, but his voice trembled unconsciously .

"I don't know." He could only tell the truth.

"You said that if he knew that the main soul regarded him as an abandoned son who could be sacrificed at any time, would he still be loyal to the main soul?"

He knew very well that the answer was no, but he still replied, "I don't know."

"If he knew that the person he thought would understand him never loved him, never cared about him, and never even took any point of him into his heart..." The other party choked up and didn't continue.

"I can't tell you how he feels." Looking at the man on the chair, he felt a terrible feeling in his heart. "I only know that he is living in his own dream, and no one will wake him up from his dream again."

"I know, I can understand his feelings!" Tom said emotionally, "Fudge is right, the main soul is also right, he can't live, if he lives, he will recognize the truth of this world, He will grow, become stronger, and become stronger than the main soul, Dumbledore, and everyone else!"

He gently hugged the other person, skin to skin, feeling the subtle tremors caused by the other person's emotional ups and downs, until the other person calmed down slowly.

"You are wrong, Tom, he will not be stronger than you." Dumbledore walked in at some point, "He only knows what hate is, but he doesn't know what love is."

Riddle broke free from his embrace and stood up angrily, "Why do you judge that he doesn't understand love? Could it be that his efforts to pursue love are meaningless? Are his feelings not feelings? Fate cruelly plays He, but you said it was his mistake, how could you negate all his struggles in his life with such an easy and simple sentence?"

Dumbledore sighed, as if he had aged decades suddenly. "Tom, both love and hate are powerful forces. You understand what love is, so you can feel pain and sorrow for what happened to little Crouch, so you get his strength. The deeper your love, the more powerful you are." The wider it is, the more power you can gain."

Riddle was silent.He could see that no matter how much the other party hated Dumbledore and how unwilling he was to accept Dumbledore's teaching, he was still thinking seriously about the headmaster's words.

"Tom, you are different from Voldemort." The headmaster took a step closer. "Voldemort could easily abandon young Crouch, but you can't. It was a mistake for him to abandon the strongest part of himself, which is why he will fail. Even if he can be resurrected, we will defeat him again."

"I don't need you to tell me this." Riddle said with a firm attitude, "I will walk my own way. Don't think that I will be grateful if you give me a few words of approval. I am no longer the kid you saw in the orphanage. gone."

"I'm not giving alms, I'm just giving you a choice." Dumbledore's lens shone with wisdom, "Submit to your current future, or create a future yourself."

"Hmph, do you think I will join forces with you if I choose the latter?" Riddle crossed his arms, deliberately not looking at the principal.

"You are one of the brightest students I have ever taught." Dumbledore said with a smile, "You will make the best choice."

"Tell me in advance that I won't listen to you."

"I will only give you some advice from the elderly." The principal's attitude is very humble.

"Hmph, let's just pretend that we... form an alliance for a short time."

"Then, welcome to the Order of the Phoenix."