[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Harry soon found a new interest - antagonizing Umbridge.

"He's got himself a week's worth of detention," said Hermione worriedly over dinner, while nearly the entire Great Hall was surreptitiously looking in their direction.

"Otherwise, do you want that toad to continue talking nonsense?" Harry was so angry that he almost couldn't hold the fork steadily, "I don't understand, why did they believe what Dumbledore said before the summer vacation?"

"Oh, they may not really believe it." Hermione looked around uneasily, and many people pricked up their ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"For them, at the end of last term, they just saw us go into the maze, and then we came out again, hurt a little bit, but it was the Triwizard Tournament after all." He tried to explain to Harry Reason, "You come out and go around saying that Voldemort is back, the Headmaster believes you, that's all. And then, all summer, they read that Dumbledore is an old fool and you are a sensationalist madman."

"But that's true!" Harry slammed his fork on the table. "You were there too! You saw it too!"

"The testimony of eyewitnesses can be forged, even if it is not forged, it does not mean that it is the truth." He said after considering, "If I cannot provide any strong evidence, people can rationally agree that what I said is true. Yes, I'd rather keep silent."

"You want evidence? Isn't he the best evidence?" Harry pointed at Riddle.

"Huh?" Riddle was pouring vanilla sauce on his lamb chops, and only now looked up at them blankly.

This guy's ability to pretend to be stupid is getting better and better.

"If I hadn't agreed to Professor Dumbledore..." Harry looked at Riddle bitterly.

"Then keep your promise." He thought that even if Riddle's identity was announced, no one would believe it, and the situation would be even worse.

"What happened to Tom?" Ron asked curiously.

"Don't call me Tom!" Riddle gritted his teeth.

Ron shivered and didn't ask any more.

In fact, he didn't say the most important sentence. If the truth does not help the situation, but hurts it, then silence and lies are stronger than the truth.

But since Harry likes to find presence in the struggle with Umbridge, and use it to ease the anxiety that has been lingering since the end of last term, he is not in a position to make irresponsible remarks.

"Let me see your hands." On Wednesday morning, when Harry and Ron were doing their homework, Riddle walked over and said to Harry.

"What are you going to do?" Harry quickly hid his right hand.Ron looked at them in surprise.

"I didn't say which hand it was, but you know exactly what I'm thinking?" Riddle said glibly, pulling his right hand out from behind Harry, and inspecting the new wound on it.He took a closer look, and it was a sentence, "I must not lie."

"Is this Umbridge's confinement?" Ron showed a disgusted expression.

"It's nothing." Harry wanted to withdraw his hand, but Riddle's wrist was tightly clenched. "What are you doing? I still have to do my homework!"

"This is a bit of dark magic." Riddle said softly, slowly turning Harry's wrist, as if to observe the wound from a different angle. "Illegal, no doubt. You can use the strained Juice of Motra's tentacles to relieve the pain. As for removing the scars, I'll think about it. This magic is a bit difficult to deal with."

"No need." Harry said coldly, "I'm not afraid of the pain."

A few days later, Harry started soaking his right hand in Muttra's antennae juice, and Riddle found the cure in an ancient-looking book.Now Riddle read the uncurse to Harry's right hand every night, and the spell sounded soft and long, like a softly chanted song.

Harry's attitude towards Riddle also seemed to have changed, at least not very hostile anymore.

"The wound was treated in a timely manner. Although it was repeatedly injured, it was not very serious." On the second Monday night, they sat in the common room, Riddle held Harry's hand, and checked the healing situation over and over again. .Now Harry had nothing but white scars on the back of his hand. "When Umbridge doesn't lock you up, you can go to the infirmary and ask for a bottle of potion to remove the scars, and these marks will disappear completely. Of course, if you want to keep it as a souvenir, I have no objection."

"She's a horrible woman." Hermione looked at the back of Harry's hand. "Ron and I felt we had to do something about her."

"I think poisoning is a good idea," said Ron expectantly.

"I mean, since she's such a bad teacher, we can't learn anything from her," said Hermione, glancing nervously at Harry. "Why can't we learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves?"

"We could get some jinx exercises from the library, but..." Ron looked disheartened.

"No, it's no use just learning from books. We need a teacher." Hermione said firmly.

"You mean Lupine?"

"No, I'm talking about you, Harry."

There was a moment of silence in the common room.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry asked knowingly.

"Come and teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Harry stared at Hermione as if he suddenly didn't recognize her, then turned his gaze to Ron, as if looking for support there.However, Ron thought about it seriously, and said, "I think this is a good idea."

"I'm not a teacher—"

"But you're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts person in the whole year," said Hermione eagerly.

"What are you talking about? Ender is better than me!" Harry looked at him angrily.

"No, there are spells I don't know, like the Patronus Charm," he said softly, "Only you can teach them that."

"Ender and I may know a lot about magic, but test scores don't mean everything." Hermione's tone was very sincere, "We need a teacher who really understands, Harry, think about your experience!"

"What do you mean?"

"Let me think about it," Ron said with a thoughtful look, "in the first grade, you rescued the Philosopher's Stone from the mysterious man—"

"That's with your help!"

"In second grade, you found the Chamber of Secrets and rescued Ender—"

"He doesn't need me to save him at all! Riddle is there too!"

"In third grade, you fought off more than 100 dementors at once—"

"That's because the Time-Turner—"

"Just last term," Ron said loudly over Harry's rebuttal, "you frustrated You-Know-Who again—"

"Listen to me!" Harry stood up angrily, "Can you listen to me first? These things are not what you think, just memorize a lot of spells and throw them at them …Most of the time I just barely escaped by luck, or with the help of others. You don’t know what it’s like! You think that when you watch someone die or suffer in front of you, you may soon die too When I die, can I still think about it? You think I am stronger, I am stronger than others to survive-it is not like this! Many times I don’t know what I am doing, I just act according to my feelings...Ann Derby was better than me, and I mean it, the same 30-odd Death Eaters and I had to run away, and he beat them all."

Ron and Hermione stared at him blankly.

"I don't want to create the illusion that I'm stronger than 30 Death Eaters combined." He said softly. "But I agree with Harry, fighting is something that cannot be taught in the classroom. When you face the enemy, many factors will determine who survives, willpower, self-confidence, survival*... You won't have time to think Yes, often you can only act on intuition.”

"So you did defeat over 30 Death Eaters?" Ron asked eagerly.

He took a closer look at the somewhat unhappy Riddle, "That's not true."

"I saw it with my own eyes!" said Harry awkwardly. "At least you'd taken care of most of them by the time I left."

"Your eyes can deceive you. It's not that I defeated the Death Eaters, it's that the Death Eaters didn't want to fight me." He paused, determined to tell the truth about that night. "Riddle's surrender confuses them. They are not sure what Voldemort means. What if they attack me and Riddle, and Voldemort blames them instead? And I have already started the fight. If they retreat and fight timidly, they will obviously do the same." Displeased their masters. You know what kind of people these Death Eaters are. When Voldemort fell from power, they lied about their ignorance or had the Imperius Curse to clear their suspicions-they were a bunch of opportunists, Not fighters. When they're in a dilemma, they don't think about what's right, they just think about what's best for them, and in this case, their answer is to put a Stunning Curse on themselves, and it's On the ground, it is neither shooting against Riddle nor disobeying Voldemort's orders. Especially after I dealt with a few weaker Death Eaters first, they no longer have any worries. They are almost scrambling. Fearfully bumped into my spell, and even collapsed in the chaos. Of course, I will make up a spell for those Death Eaters who are pretending to be dead, after all, I am not sure if they plan to wait Then jump up and attack me."

Everyone fell into silence.After a while, Riddle frowned and said, "I thought you asked me to kidnap Harry to buy time for your spell."

"This is how I thought about it. If you weren't there to attract Voldemort's attention, he would probably be aware of my magic fluctuations, and we would be exposed in advance. As for making the Death Eaters timid, I thought about the possibility , but I'm not entirely sure."

"I just want to clarify a fact." Harry finally sat back on the armchair. "I'm not as good as Ender when it comes to combat, and I'm not as good as Riddle when it comes to magical knowledge. They are all more suitable than me to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I'm very happy." Riddle was very satisfied with Harry's humility, "I can teach a lot more than Harry."

"But you're just a Slytherin of unknown origin." He pointed it out sharply. "No one knows you, people won't be convinced. Harry has a huge reputation, everyone at school knows His legend, organized by Harry can attract more students. Besides, Professor Dumbledore must not be happy that you came to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"You think highly of me." Harry laughed self-deprecatingly. "They all think I'm a liar—"

"Harry, you don't need to make everyone believe in you, you just need to lead those who are willing to believe in you." Of course he understood why Riddle wanted to participate in this matter so actively, but this opportunity should belong to Harry profit. "There are still many people on your side in this school. Besides us, George, Fred and Ginny will of course support you. And Dean, he is always on your side, isn't he?" Luna and Ernie, they've publicly supported you. Neville, you know how he is. The girls on the Quidditch team, they have no reason not to support you. And Cho, she's definitely willing to join. "

"Qiu..." The name made Harry suddenly blush, "She likes Riddle."

"You don't understand girls at all, do you?" Riddle looked at Harry mockingly. "She talks to me on the train because she likes you."

"What is this all about..."

"She came to our box to see you, but she saw you sitting with two girls, how could she have the nerve to talk to you? But she cares about you, and wants to know if you care about her too. So she deliberately talked to me to see your reaction, if you don't care, then she understands what you mean. Fortunately, no one will ignore your appearance of jumping up and down, scratching your head." Riddle He sarcastically said mercilessly, "When she left the box, she must have been very happy and sweet."

Harry looked dizzy, "How can a girl have such complicated thoughts? Can't she just ask me if I like her?"

"Girls don't ask such questions directly." Hermione said in the tone of someone who has experienced it, "Cho Zhang is the kind with a particularly delicate mind. You should directly express your feelings to her."

"If I had the chance," Harry murmured, looking radiant.

He and Hermione looked at each other, and it was estimated that Harry would not refuse tonight's proposal.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines of Ningbingjiang~(≧▽≦)/~