[HP] How to properly feed the savior

The principal didn't embarrass him too much.Although the people of the Order of the Phoenix were a little dissatisfied with Dumbledore letting Riddle go so easily, they still accepted this fact.After dinner, Ron watched him and Riddle longingly, the twins' retractable ears failing to hear much - secrecy would be tighter when Dumbledore was around.They bypassed the locket very tacitly, but talked about Harry. When they heard that Harry would move to Grimmauld Place soon, Hermione and Ron cheered, little Sirius also infected their joy.

After nightfall, as usual, he and Riddle were on duty at Privet Drive.Mundungus apologized half-heartedly when he handed over from them, and it seemed to him that the guy was still thinking about his illegal cauldron.They sat under the stars on the roof of the house across from number four, Privet Drive, and Riddle played absently with the locket.

"What's in there?" he asked curiously.

"I said it's not very good." Riddle frowned, "I can only roughly judge that it is something relatively negative, a shortcoming that the main soul wants to get rid of. You know that my background is not very good, and the poverty of my childhood will help My personality has been marked, and in the eyes of those pure-blood wizards, I have always been an uneducated lower Riba... They submit to my strength, but they don't respect me."

He pursed his lips.Indeed, compared with noble-born pure-blood wizards like Malfoy, Riddle's behavior is relatively rude, and he acts like a barefoot man who is not afraid to wear shoes. It is conceivable that in the eyes of those pure-blood wizards in school back then, The Riddle is at least not reserved enough.However, it has to be admitted that Riddle has the courage to break the tradition that ordinary pure-blood wizards lack. Pure-blood wizards need such a leader who has a thinking that is completely different from theirs, but can protect their interests.

Riddle put the locket in his hand and pressed the mechanism on it.The lid of the box with the Slytherin coat of arms snapped open, and inside was a black and white photo embedded in amber, Merope Gaunt, who was waving and smiling at them, and Riddle returned a gentle smile. "I think he wants to give up his nostalgia for his mother at this moment." The other party closed the lid and looked in the direction of No. 4 Privet Drive. It was pitch black, and the Dursleys had already fallen asleep.

"I'm different from the main soul." Riddle said, not sure whether he was speaking to himself or him. "What the main soul abandons is exactly what I want to keep. He bears too much, the future of the wizarding world, the hatred of the past, the expectations of others, the loathing of himself... All these pressures make him constantly deny himself, give up part of myself. I don’t care about those. In this life, I don’t want to live for others, I want to live for myself. Even if others say it’s a shortcoming, I don’t want to correct it. Never compromise."

"Hmm." He called softly.He understood that was the difference between him and Riddle.For him, a single individual is meaningless and can be sacrificed at any time, including himself.He comes from an era when human beings are on the verge of extinction. No one dares to say that the meaning of their own existence is higher than the meaning of the continuation of human beings as a whole. Everyone must be ready to sacrifice for human beings at any time. perish.Man is an existence dominated by genes, and the basic characteristics of genes are to preserve themselves, reproduce and multiply. In order to achieve this purpose, their carrier, that is, human beings, is irrelevant.The closer the crisis is, the more clearly he realizes that this is the ultimate command written by God for mankind. All human evolution and inventions are for the continuation of genes. That is the meaning of existence, instinct, and irresistible. destiny.

However, whether or not he was infected by Riddle, he found himself putting the individual above the whole more and more.He can't help feeling guilty. He can no longer manage his feelings as he used to, and put the people he cherishes in the most dangerous situation. s Choice.Why did he help Riddle?Why is he so obsessed with protecting Harry instead of turning Harry into a weapon?Is his decision really good for the wizard's future?Or is he caught up in his emotions for those around him and only acting out of pure selfishness?He is increasingly unable to distinguish what is right. He envies Riddle, appreciates the wildness and arrogance that puts himself above everything else, but knows that it is wrong, and he can't do that.

"Let's take a step back for each other, shall we?" Under the moonlight, Riddle's expression was firm and unquestionable. "You allow me to do things my way, and I protect those you care about for you."

He looked at the dark windows of No. 4 Privet Drive and nodded.

When his intellect couldn't give him a clear answer, he acted on intuition.

They changed shifts with Diggle at dawn, and returned to 12 Grimmauld Place, tiptoeing to their rooms, trying not to wake anything.When he passed the living room on the second floor, he saw Sirius standing there alone, looking at the tapestry on the wall in the twilight of dawn.

He signaled Riddle to go back to the room first, and walked into the living room by himself.

"Oh, hi, you're back." Sirius greeted him, but it sounded more like a mumble.

He didn't speak, but the other party continued to explain on his own, "I can't sleep, so I'll come out and have a look."

There was an awkward silence.He noticed that Sirius' eyes were bloodshot.

After a long time, the other party sighed faintly, "I've been thinking about Regulus." Sirius pointed to a name at the bottom of the tapestry, "I am at odds with my family, they believe in Voldemort's tricks What nonsense, what is pure blood, the Black family is born noble... There are several Death Eaters among the relatives of the Black family, Lestrange, Malfoy, and our family are all related by marriage. They all think I am The traitor in the family actually sided with Dumbledore and the Muggles and Mudbloods. After I ran away from home at the age of 16, my family pinned their hopes on Regulus. He is a perfect His son, who obeyed his parents in everything, was sorted into Slytherin, joined the Death Eaters after graduation, they regarded him as the pride of the Black family... within a few years, he died. Voldemort also fell."

"In the past, I always regarded Regulus as a weak fool. Everyone thought he was better than me, and I took it as a kind of courage to dare to disobey them all." Sirius sighed again, "Back then I'm still too young and easy to be stupid. In fact, now that I think about it, I never really understood my family. I didn't try. He is indeed better than me. He is not as self-willed as I am. He bears too much burden. He is not without his own opinions. Now I know that he has always had his own principles and his own bottom line. I can act according to my own wishes, but put all the responsibility on my younger brother."

"He won't blame you for this, you don't have to feel guilty." He comforted the other party softly.

"And what do you know?" Sirius frowned.

"You are regretting that you did not help your brother to share some of the pressure from the family. You are thinking, if you hadn't been so rebellious back then, Regulus would not have become a Death Eater and would not have been killed by Voldemort." See Sirius showed a shocked expression, he shook his head, "Regulus' sacrifice is great, because some things are more important than life, he will not regret his actions, he will only be proud of it. You are his Brother, aren't you proud of having such a younger brother?"

Sirius became depressed, "You're right, Regulus gave his life to fight Voldemort, but I... can only be stuck here, unable to do anything."

"You have your own mission." He felt a little helpless.To some extent, Sirius' heart is not mature enough, even ten years of prison life has not had much effect. "You are the last descendant of the Black family, you want to inherit this family and continue it."

"The Black family?" Sirius laughed mockingly, "I only hate that I was born here!"

He watched each other carefully.The world-weary atmosphere exuded from Sirius, excessive violence, and desire for self-sacrifice and self-dedication seem to confirm Snape's judgment on Sirius.Snape had said that Sirius was just a lack of participation, and he had only said that as Snape deliberately teasing Sirius at the time, and now it seemed that the person in the house who knew Sirius better than Snape.Behind Sirius' enthusiasm is a void, a rootless man who denies his origins and devotes himself to something other than himself.When the outside group cannot give Sirius enough sense of existence, the sense of nothingness brought by the rootless nature will burn Sirius' heart, driving Sirius to do something to position himself.He remembered how Sirius had spent the summer trying to get rid of everything that had anything to do with the Black family in the house, even if it didn't do any harm.This is a way of proving that you are completely committed to the new group by erasing everything related to your past.

However, Sirius' anxiety is rooted in his sense of identity with his own origin.He stroked the charred hole in the tapestry, imagining the quarrel that had taken place in this house, and Sirius, who was only 16 years old, ran away in anger. "No, you don't hate the Black family, you just hate them for not accepting you." He said softly, but his words were very clear in the silent room. "Parents are always prone to over-indulging their first child. You think that parental love is taken for granted and that they will tolerate no matter what you do. You go to school, you meet new people, you accept new ideas, you Thinking that your family should also accept your new views unconditionally, but they don't. You feel that you have lost the love of your parents, and you are angry because you can't understand why they would rather cling to those old views than for You make a difference. You hate this house because everything here reminds you of how much your family loved you and you lost their love."

He looked at each other.Sirius took a step back, his face lost all color, his lips moved, as if he was about to shake his head, but in the end he didn't express anything. "It's not too late now." He took a step forward, speaking at a slightly faster speed, without giving the other party time to deny. "The Order of the Phoenix will not exclude you because you have rediscovered your affection for your family. People gather in the Order of the Phoenix, willing to do anything to fend off Death Eaters, because of their love for those around them, because of this They want to protect the people around them. Blood is thicker than water, and the emotions brought about by the blood connection will never be changed. Your family has never stopped loving you, you are just angry at each other's incomprehension, no Understand how much you value each other, and feel that the importance is not being reciprocated. Now, it's time to discover the love that has been dusted in the past. You don't want your misunderstanding of each other to die until death, don't you?"

"How do you know..."

"I had an older brother, he was exactly like you." He wanted to give him a smile, but felt his eyes sting, "No matter what he did, no matter how much I thought I hated him, I would eventually find out that I Still love him, never changed."