[HP] How to properly feed the savior

When he got up the next morning, Harry went out with a straight face, without even looking at Seamus.

"What's his attitude!" Seamus looked at the direction Harry was leaving with disgust on his face, "If you don't speak well, let us trust him unconditionally."

He changed his clothes in silence, and Tom stayed in bed.

"Oh, he just..." Dean shook his head, but couldn't tell what happened to Harry for a long time. "Dude, think about how scary it would be if what he said was true! It's normal for him to be anxious."

"You trust him?" Seamus stared at Dean suspiciously.

"I don't know who I should trust." Dean shrugged. "I don't know what the Daily Prophet is saying. I only know that Harry is my classmate, and he was fine before."

"So why can't he explain the situation clearly? Is it difficult to tell us what happened that night?" Seamus turned to him suddenly, "Ender, you were here, tell me what happened?"

"That doesn't matter." He put on his coat and woke Tom up. "It doesn't matter whether you believe him or not, whether your choice is right or wrong. The mysterious man is not the most urgent crisis at present."

"Then what is the most urgent crisis?" Seamus asked quickly.

"Guys," he raised his voice in feigned surprise, "this is the year of the OWLs!"

Seamus and Dean glanced at each other, and at the same time became depressed. "That's really like what you said." Dean said dejectedly.

It was Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, and the woman named Umbridge was worse than he had imagined. She wouldn't let them use wands, practice spells, and just make them read some empty official articles.Tom, who was forced to attend the class, yawned lazily, and lay still on the table.

Umbridge didn't let Tom study seriously. She walked back and forth in the classroom, looking like she was patrolling whether the students read the books as she asked, but in fact, she deliberately ignored the clearly visible sign that no one in the classroom was reading. fact.Hermione didn't even open the book, and held her hand high, but Umbridge was looking firmly in the opposite direction, ignoring Hermione.

Umbridge finally turned around when most of the class was looking up at Hermione instead of sleepy at the boring book.

"Dear, do you have any questions?" Umbridge asked in a coquettish voice.

"I have questions about course objectives."

"I think the course objectives are written clearly enough, as long as you read them cover to cover." Umbridge was unimpressed.

"There is no mention of using a spell."

"But why are we using spells?" Umbridge smiled sweetly. "You don't think we're going to be attacked in class, do you?"

He sighed, Hermione didn't understand the situation clearly, and Umbridge was too stupid, he began to look forward to the twin brother's quick-acting skipping class candy being developed quickly.

"The overall goal of Defense Against the Dark Arts should be to practice defensive spells..." Hermione seemed to want to convince the other party rationally.

"Since you're not an education expert, Miss Granger, I don't think you're qualified to talk about what the overall aim of the curriculum is." Umbridge cleared his throat, "Wizards older and wiser than you think that you should For students to learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free manner..."

"What good is that? If we were attacked, it certainly wouldn't be in some safe way -" Harry retorted loudly.

"Hands up! Mr. Potter." Umbridge said briskly, completely ignoring Harry after he obediently raised his hand, and asked Parvati to speak instead.

"Don't we test spells in our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?" Parvati asked cautiously.

"If you have learned the theory very solidly, there is no reason why you can't use magic during the exam."

"Don't you need to practice?" Parvati asked in disbelief. "You mean, the first time we cast a spell is in the exam?"

"I'll say it again, as long as you learn the theory very well—"

"What good is theory in practice?" Harry interrupted Umbridge angrily.

"This is the school, not reality, Mr Potter," said Umbridge softly.

"Shouldn't we be preparing ourselves in school for whatever happens outside?"

"There's nothing out there." Umbridge said pretending to be affectionate. "Who would attack a child like you?"

"Let's see... Maybe it's Voldemort?"

Harry's words made many people in the class gasp.Riddle also joined the ranks of the onlookers, and let out a short laugh that was especially clear in the classroom.

Harry shot Riddle an instant stern look.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." Umbridge smiled contentedly and walked back behind the podium. "Let me emphasize that the talk of a dark wizard returning from the dead is nonsense—"

"That's not nonsense!" Harry roared, clenching his fists. "I saw it! I even wrestled him!"

"Put in confinement! Mr. Potter." Umbridge's tone was still brisk. "The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not be attacked by any dark wizards. I repeat, this is nonsense—"

"Pfft ha ha ha ha..." Riddle, who was sitting next to him, finally couldn't hold back, lying on the table and laughing non-stop.

"Honey, is there anything funny about my words?" Umbridge's voice sounded sweet, but there was a sense of danger.

"No, ma'am," Tom replied solemnly, trying to suppress a smile. "I'm inspired, poof."

The guy leaned on his shoulder, pinched his arm with his fingers, and let out a series of suffocated laughter.

"Forgive me, Professor, he's not usually like this." He lied for Riddle with a serious expression. "Someone must have secretly cast a happy spell on him. This kind of behavior is very bad. I believe the professor will be able to find out who is behind the scenes. If you don't mind, I want to take him to the infirmary."

Umbridge looked like he was going to have a fit, but finally nodded with a grimace and let them go.

"No, I'm dying laughing!" They walked in the corridor, and Tom had to stop now and then to catch his breath. "My stomach hurts from laughing. This Umbridge, she is so funny!"

He also admitted that Umbridge was indeed an interesting person, with Tom sitting in front of her while she tried to convince the others that Voldemort's resurrection was impossible.But he seems to lack a sense of humor, at least he doesn't think it's funny.

"I can't tell... I just think it's all very ridiculous, Harry, Umbridge, the main soul..." Riddle began to laugh again, "Maybe there is the Ministry of Magic. I have to say , I never thought that there would be such a day when a person said to my face that Voldemort was dead, and would do everything possible to maintain this 'truth', isn't it ridiculous?"

He felt that the other party's smile was probably crooked.

"You know, I hate the name Tom, it's too ordinary, it makes me feel like I'm out of the ordinary. And I, destined not to be an ordinary person, I will be remembered by everyone under the name of Voldemort." Del calmed down and said seriously, "I didn't think of such a possibility... Do you think people really remember me? What they remember is just a nightmare, a phantom created by their inner fear, they don't know What was the real Voldemort like, they didn't even recognize me when I stood in front of them. They don't remember me, I mean... 'me', all they remember is 'You-Know-Who', no one Caring about what that person is like, except you."

Riddle stared at him with piercing eyes, "Only you know what kind of person I am."

He was a little embarrassed.At the beginning, he didn't regard Tom as a companion. He tried to understand Voldemort because he knew that Voldemort was destined to become Harry's enemy, and he thought he would stand by Harry's side. Only by knowing his enemy can he defeat him. The other party, this is the education he received since childhood.However, the appearance of Riddle made his position blurred. He tried to defend Harry and Riddle at the same time, but now, this matter was becoming more and more difficult.

Riddle didn't seem to notice this, pacing back and forth in the empty corridor. "I'm beginning to think that the main spirit is taking a wrong path, even though I used to believe in it. What do you think if the main spirit appears in front of Umbridge? Oh, Umbridge will change quickly Stand, I can see that she is a person who has no stand, what kind of behavior can make her live and gain power, she will do it, there is no bottom line, no principle... Compared with this kind of person, I I still prefer opponents like Dumbledore. Yes, this is the key, most people don’t care about others at all, and their selfish hearts will not leave a little room for outsiders... Wait, I find you Doesn't it seem like that?"

"Me? What's wrong with me?" He took a step back with some fear, leaning against the pillars in the corridor.Riddle reminded him of some bad memories.

"I think you seem to be very attractive." Riddle stared at him fascinated, as if looking at a treasure.He remembered that the other party looked at Luna in the same way.

"Harry is also very likable, so many people care about him." He quickly shifted the blame.

"They only care about Harry because Harry is the savior." The other party snorted contemptuously, "In essence, they still only care about themselves. Harry's character is not likable at all, if he didn't happen to be the main soul Horcruxes, hmph..."

"You're an attractive person yourself." He knew that social success wasn't what he wanted, but in reality, Riddle's new interest was illusory. "Everyone only cares about their own interests. If you satisfy their interests, they will treat you well, and this is the premise of believing that you will continue to satisfy their interests."

"You really think so?" Riddle looked at him with a half-smile, "Others love you only because you serve their interests?"

"Isn't it?"

"You don't believe that there is love in the world that does not involve interests? Pure love?"

"I don't believe it." He suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and changed his words again, "I don't believe that this kind of love exists among human beings. If it is not human beings, it is possible."

"Oh?" Riddle's smile became wider, "Then how do you explain your feelings for Harry?" The other party came closer, put his hands on the railing beside him, and surrounded him in the middle. "How do you explain that kiss?"

"That's just involuntary..." He blushed, "You're using Legilimency on me again!"

"You have wronged me this time." The other party said with a smile, "Harry's unguarded brain told me. I was in the next room. I could clearly perceive the ups and downs of his mood that night."

He turned his head away from the smug expression on the other person's face, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart, did he really have feelings for Harry?No, that can't be called emotion, it's just his regret for his own fate, and even the most selfish behavior can be called emotion?

"I just want to tell you that you are not the only one who knows how to love. You can have doubts, but in the end I will make you believe."

"You?" He looked carefully at the person in front of him, "You are only being nice to me because you think you can win me over with such decent means and make me serve your interests. And I am only following my interests You cooperate. We use each other, don't use it to insult the word love!"

He pushed Riddle away and strode out of the corridor.He understands how cruel these words are, but what is even more cruel is to make a person believe in love.All trust will end in betrayal, and all feelings will end in indifference. If you don't want to be hurt, don't love from the beginning, and don't have any expectations for this illusory dream.

"I'll change you! Just wait and see!"

Riddle's voice came from behind him.