[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"Why wouldn't Professor Dumbledore explain this to us?" Harry was still unbalanced by the headmaster's snub. "Ender, you can tell me when you come to the headquarters!"

"He's not the only one keeping it from you." Fred's voice sounded annoyed. "We're all kept in the dark, buddy."

"Dumbledore has many reasons not to talk to you about this." Riddle said lazily, "Who are you? The headmaster has so much to do, so I don't have the time to talk to you."

Harry stood up abruptly, "I'm the one Voldemort is going to kill! I'm the one who's been fighting him all this time! Why can't I even know what he's planning?"

"Tom, you've got to tell him." Whatever Dumbledore's plans were, he thought Harry at least knew what he was facing.

"Since you said so, anyone who has nothing to do with it should go out first." Riddle was noncommittal.

"What do you mean waiting for someone who doesn't care?" Fred said dissatisfiedly, "Is there anything that only Harry can know but we can't?"

"It's about Harry's affairs. I think Harry has the right to know first. If he wants, he will tell you later." In fact, he doubts whether Harry is willing to tell others.

"Am I going out too?" Ron asked uncertainly, "Harry will tell me anything."

"Then he'll tell you when you come back," he insisted.

Eventually the twins, aggrieved, Apparated out, and Ron was taken to the other room by him.Riddle cast layer after layer of spells on Harry's bedroom, making sure no one could listen in, and hypnotized all the portraits, especially the one of Phineas Nigellus.They turned on the lights again, but Mrs Weasley could no longer see the light from outside.Harry, too, saw that the stakes were high, and sat upright on the bed.

"Even members of the Order of the Phoenix don't know about this," he explained.Harry's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he looked even more interested. "We are not sure how much Dumbledore knows. You have to promise that you will not reveal it to Dumbledore, so that we can tell you the whole truth."

"Why did you hide it from Professor Dumbledore?" Harry frowned.

"Ha! This little fool still believes in that old bee wholeheartedly!" Riddle folded his arms, leaning against the window, with a mocking tone. "Even if Dumbledore fooled him around, he would be willing to work for him, I told you a long time ago."

"I will never betray Professor Dumbledore." Harry clenched his fists and stood up. "If you want to sow discord, I can only say that you should give up as soon as possible!"

"Do you think it's necessary to tell him?" Riddle spread his hands, "Even if Dumbledore wanted him to die, he would accept it without hesitation."

"Yes! I will!" said Harry proudly.

"You must at least know what you are dying for." He said in a deep voice, feeling that Harry was very much like his past. "You can believe that Dumbledore's purpose is good, and you can believe that his decision-making is justified, but he is not a god, and he will not always be right. Even as great as Dumbledore, he will make mistakes."

"Do you want me to believe that Voldemort is right?"

"I want you to judge for yourself." He folded his arms uneasily, "You have the right to know what you're doing, and you have the right to reject choices that you think are wrong. You shouldn't be fooled into regretting it until it's done." And it's too late."

"What do you mean? Are you implying that Professor Dumbledore is fooling me?" Harry glared at him angrily.

"He's really deceiving you." Riddle looked at Harry curiously.

However, this time, Harry didn't yell at them any more, nor did he resolutely defend Dumbledore. Instead, he took a step back and sat down on the bed in a daze.

"Why?" Harry's voice was low and it sounded sad.

"Because he doesn't trust you, because he is afraid that you will fight against him after you know the truth, because he thinks you might become the second Voldemort." Riddle revealed mercilessly.

Harry looked up at them, pale.

"My loyalty to Professor Dumbledore has never changed..." Harry stammered.

"Yeah, I know." Riddle pouted, "It has nothing to do with your loyalty or not, you are my Horcrux."

There was a moment of silence in the room.Harry blinked, "I am your what?"

"Horcruxes." Riddle repeated impatiently, "We are the same thing. Voldemort split a piece of soul and stored it on your body...Have you never wondered why you can see what Voldemort saw? Why? Why does your scar hurt when I or he touches you? That is the resonance between souls of the same source. You can feel what Voldemort felt, and your mind is connected. When you sleep, your The brain is the most defenseless, you and he can almost become one. And it's not you penetrating him one way, the connection goes both ways, he can see things with your eyes too, even, if he needs to , he can control you because his soul is hidden in your body."

Harry's face was ashen, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Professor Dumbledore knew this all along? Voldemort is in me?" Harry looked at his hands, as if they were about to suddenly become pale-skinned, elongated knuckles.

"We don't know how much he knows," he said softly, "but he must have been suspicious. He deliberately avoided meeting with you to keep us from revealing any crucial information to you, and Tom has proved that Voldemort can do this." For that matter, he is also a Horcrux."

"But Professor Dumbledore trusts him?" Harry glanced at Riddle almost in disgust.

"I can protect my brain from being invaded by Voldemort." Riddle shrugged, "I also hate being controlled by him."

"You need to learn Occlumency to protect yourself," he explained. "Before then, Voldemort would have found it all too easy to control you."

"I doubt whether Occlumency has any effect on the connection between Horcruxes." Riddle looked at him jokingly, "At least on you, I don't think it's very effective."

He remembered the scene when the other party taught him Occlumency, and couldn't help but blush suddenly.

Harry looked the two of them back and forth.

"Occlumency is just a means to deal with Voldemort." Riddle paced the room, "Anyway, if Voldemort knows that you are his Horcrux, he may not kill you, maybe he will find a way to protect you. You. The real one to watch out for is Dumbledore."

Harry opened his mouth, looking desperate.

"Dumbledore wants to destroy Voldemort, this will not change. You can try telling the Order of the Phoenix, let's make peace with the Death Eaters, and see how they react." Riddle sneered, "Since you want to To destroy Voldemort is to destroy every part of his soul, and to cut off the possibility of his resurrection. This means that you, me, and we are all enemies of Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore may not have confirmed that you are Voldemort's Horcrux, but he is a very wise wizard, and based on his knowledge of Voldemort, it is not difficult to guess." Seeing Harry's pale face and trembling lips, Hastily explained. "Voldemort has been resurrected, and he is more likely to bond with you than when he was still a ghost. We must tell you the truth. If you tell Dumbledore the effect of this bond at will, he will soon know what you are .”

"This also means that other members of the Order of the Phoenix will know." Riddle added.

"But they still let me live here, and they even sent someone to protect me!" Harry said in an almost begging tone.

"They also let me stay here." Riddle shrugged, "But they didn't say it was to protect me, because I wouldn't believe such nonsense."

Harry stopped talking, sat down on the bed with his head down.

"Dumbledore has a good plan." Riddle said suddenly angrily, "instilling hatred for Voldemort in you, making you against Voldemort. If he doesn't know that you are his Horcrux, yes, he will Killing you, if he succeeds, is equivalent to murdering a part of himself, and if he fails, it is also in Dumbledore's arms."

"Professor Dumbledore is not like that!" Harry shouted.

"Unfortunately, that's the kind of person he is." Riddle shattered Harry's dying struggle lightly.

"You mean, he took care of me, let me grow up, cared for me, encouraged me, all in order to cultivate me into a weapon? A weapon to kill Voldemort and kill myself?" Harry said Sharp, it sounds hysterical. "Is that weapon they're talking about really me? You're watching me and controlling me because you're afraid that one day Voldemort will come out of me, isn't it?"

"We're not sure." He said softly, "Maybe Professor Dumbledore's love for you in the past was sincere, but in the future, I don't know."

"He just wants to use you!" Riddle said rudely, "I have suspected for a long time, why Dumbledore cares about you so much for no reason, what power do you have to make him so fascinated? Huh, the only thing I don't understand Yes, how on earth did he see that you are my Horcrux, even if you stand in front of me, I can't see it."

"No, you liar! You're working for Voldemort and making me suspect the headmaster with your smooth talk." Harry stood up, a look of horror mixed with frenzy on his face. "I won't believe you, Professor Dumbledore won't hide such a thing from me, absolutely not, he just doesn't know the truth...I'm going to tell him, tell him you can't be trusted!"

Suddenly, Harry seemed to be in great pain, the muscles on his face twisted, and his green eyes turned red as if they were soaked in blood.He stared in shock at the scene, as if Voldemort was standing right in front of him, staring at him through Harry's eyes.In the blink of an eye, the bright red disappeared again, and Harry panted heavily, and fell limply to the ground covered in sweat, with unprecedented horror on his face.

"Don't make me do it again." Riddle collapsed on the bed, looking sluggish.

"Harry, Harry! Are you okay?" He quickly hugged Harry's weak body, helped him wipe off the cold sweat, and looked anxiously at the still-shocked counterpart.

"Are you going to tell Dumbledore? Tell him that you are a part of Voldemort. Voldemort may control you like this at any time, manipulate you to murder members of the Order of the Phoenix, eavesdrop on the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix, and even kill Deng directly. Bullido?" Riddle stood up, his tone urgent and quick, "You should go! I won't be so stupid, I want to run away overnight, if he knows the secret of the Horcrux, I will no longer be safe."

Harry didn't answer, as if he had lost the strength to speak.

"Enough! Don't push him any more." He carried Harry to the bed and stuffed a pillow under his head. "Let him rest and think about it, let's do it today."

"You'll get used to him." Riddle snorted coldly, Apparated and left from the room.