[HP] How to properly feed the savior

In the next few days, Riddle often sneaked out in the middle of the night, and borrowed a snow globe from him, and came back every morning after dawn with a sleepy face, thinking about what he was doing.But judging by the other party's expression, it seems that there has been no progress.

It was a blustery day, rain was crackling on the windows, Harry and Ron were off to training, he was sitting with Hermione in front of the fire in the common room, Riddle made some excuse and slipped away, presumably again. Find the Horcruxes in the Room of Requirement.Hermione crouched on the sofa across from him, knitting a house-elf hat, while he hugged Crookshanks, a book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, on his lap.

"Seriously, I think you should devote your energy to more meaningful things." Hermione was knitting the hat with great enthusiasm.Her craft is getting better and better, and now she can weave patterned and specially shaped hats.

"Such as liberating the house elves?" He slowly turned a page of the book. He had read this book many times, but he still didn't see any tricks.

"If you are willing to join SPEW, I welcome it." Hermione said cheerfully.

"You haven't been able to persuade Dobby to join SPEW until now. I really find it hard to believe that this association is really protecting the rights of house elves." He said when Hermione founded SPEW, unless there is a house elf willing Join, otherwise he will never be involved in SPEW.

"You'll join sooner or later." Hermione pouted and didn't continue the topic. "What the hell is that book about? You've been reading it these days."

"Bedtime stories for wizard children." He turned the book to the legend of the three brothers.A few days ago he had received a letter from Ollivander, the wandmaker recommending the book, saying he would like it.He checked the letter paper carefully, only to find a hidden message telling him not to reply, and there was no other reminder.

He could probably guess that the other party wanted him to read the legend of the Elder Wand, but he didn't understand what the point was.He also knows the story of the three Peverell brothers and the Deathly Hallows. He knows that the only three Hallows are the Resurrection Stone, which he knows is in the hands of Riddle, although Voldemort himself doesn't know it.Ollivander may have meant for him to seek out the Elder Wand, the only connection he has with the Deathly Hallows - his wand wood comes from the elder tree from which the Elder Wand is made.But why was he looking for the Elder Wand?He couldn't figure out why.Maybe Ollivander thought he'd like that wand?But in fact he wasn't interested at all, the invincible wand sounded like it was very powerful, given that he was once considered invincible too... He didn't think it was a mystery.

"Oh." Hermione stared suspiciously at the old library book on his lap, clearly disbelieving that he was wasting days on bedtime stories, but didn't press.

He ignored Hermione.After a while, he couldn't hear the click of sweater needles anymore. He looked up and saw that Hermione had fallen asleep, and there was a pile of hats woven into various fancy patterns beside her.

"Why are you so interested in this boring book?" Riddle suddenly appeared behind him, picked up the fairy tale book around his shoulder, and Crookshanks jumped off his lap in shock, Curled up again in front of the fireplace.

"It's just to understand the culture of wizards." He didn't tell the other party about the Deathly Hallows.Riddle had never given him the Resurrection Stone before, and he didn't know the function of the legendary sacred object, so it's best for Riddle not to know, lest Voldemort suddenly want to use the Resurrection Stone to do something amazing Deeds - that so-called "weapon" is enough to give them a headache.

"You are really too free." The other party put the book on the table beside him, walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, raised his left hand, and put a slender silver ring on his hand. "It's time to give it to you." Riddle looked up at him with a smile.

"This is..." He recognized the shape of the ring. The counterfeit made by Voldemort to confuse the transformed resurrection stone looked like this, but he realized that this ring possessed powerful magic power, so it was definitely not just a counterfeit.Could it be that what Riddle gave him was genuine?

The other party didn't answer, but just spread out his palm, and there was an identical ring on it.Riddle clenched his fist, then loosened it, and the ring turned into dust and dissipated. "I put it on too." Seeing his astonished expression, the other party waved to him, and the third ring was being worn on his ring finger.

Are both authentic?He figured it out right away, one of the rings had been turned into a Ravenclaw diadem.

"What are you two doing?" Hermione woke up at some point and was looking at the two of them in disbelief.

He hastily withdrew his hand. "nothing."

Riddle stood up generously, "Exchange tokens of love, what? Do you have any opinions?"

"Tom!" This guy can really say anything.

"No, no objection." Hermione shook her head quickly, completely ignoring his "you misunderstood" eyes.

Before he could explain, Harry and Ron had returned. "Riddle, can I have a private talk with you?" Harry had already noticed the pair of rings on their hands, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"Is there something that only the two of you can know?" Ron frowned displeased.

"I'm going to visit the Room of Requirement with Riddle." Harry said insincerely, "Judging from today's weather, the Quidditch team won't be able to practice tomorrow, so we just got together once."

"You're right." Ron immediately believed the rhetoric. "Can I go too?"

"Well, the Invisibility Cloak can only accommodate three people, so Ender and us go together, after all, we are the three of us teaching together, and we may need to set up a scene or something." Harry looked at Ron apologetically.

"Oh, okay." Ron said in a low tone, but accepted it anyway. "You guys go, be careful not to get caught."

In fact, neither of them needed the cloak, since both he and Tom knew the Disillusionment Charm, and if they carefully avoided the Professor with the help of the Marauder's Map, they would be undetectable.

The Room of Requirement was furnished by Tom, but inside it was in Gryffindor style, with golden-red sofas and carpets, and a small round table filled with strangely shaped silverware that spewed smoke, which looked familiar.After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that this was based on the layout of the principal's office.

Harry didn't notice anything, and walked up and down the carpet anxiously as soon as he came in. "That happened... connection, just after Quidditch ended, my scar suddenly hurt, and I felt..." The other party's eyes widened in horror, "he's angry. I don't understand how I know Yes, but I just know."

"You sit down first." Tom found a sofa and sat down. "Is this the first time?"

"No, my scar hurt in Umbridge's office before." Harry sat down anxiously, his eyes moved back and forth between him and Riddle, and finally fell on Riddle, "At that time, I felt that he seemed to be happy, very happy... Don't you feel the same?"

"I can distinguish clearly which emotions are mine, which are his, and which are yours." Riddle replied calmly, "You don't feel my emotions."

"Yeah." Harry seemed to have realized something, "Is this controllable?"

"I used Occlumency on you, and I am the oldest Horcrux, so I have less contact with you."

"Can you teach me Occlumency?" Harry asked eagerly, leaning forward.

"I guess Dumbledore won't be happy to let me teach you." Riddle tapped his fingers on the silverware, "Besides, in your situation, it's hard to say whether you can learn it."

"I don't want to be controlled by him!" Harry clenched his fists, "Even if it's difficult magic, I will work hard to learn it!"

"It might have more to do with character." He thought back to what Tom had said when he was teaching him Occlumency. "You can learn to resist Legilimency, but the connection between Horcruxes..."

"Harry, are you really eager to know what Voldemort is thinking?" Riddle said abruptly.

"I actually..." Harry suddenly retracted his body as if he had been stung, "I just want to know what conspiracy he is planning, maybe I can stop him or something..."

The other party spoke more and more quietly, and finally bowed his head with a blushing face.

"It's understandable. You are trapped in the school with your hands tied. Your classmates are ignorant of the imminent danger, and your shouting makes them indifferent." Riddle analyzed objectively, and Harry seemed to feel better Some. "But it is risky to enter Voldemort's brain. He still doesn't know the existence of your Horcrux. If he knows..."

"Won't he choose to protect Harry?" He had a hunch that Voldemort wouldn't change his attitude just because Harry was his Horcrux, but he wanted to hear Tom's opinion.

"If he was such a person, I wouldn't go to such lengths to ask you to entangle him just to get a body." Riddle shook his head, "Horcruxes are very important to him, but after all, he is more than A horcrux, sacrificing one of them is not an impossible choice. It depends on what it is for, for example, to kill Dumbledore... The price of a horcrux is not too high."

Harry sat there, sweating coldly. "If I continue to keep in touch with him like this, will he control me to assassinate the principal?"

"Theoretically speaking, this is feasible." Riddle actually nodded seriously. "Harry, if you're going to get him out of your head, stop wanting him first."

"I don't want to do this!" Harry quickly shook his head, "I don't want to know what he thinks!"

"I don't think it's that simple." Riddle rested his chin and looked at Harry with almost melancholy eyes. "You don't understand your feelings for him—"

"I have no feelings for him!" Harry vehemently denied, "I just want to kill him!"

"What you want to know is not only what he is thinking at the moment, what you want to know is him, his past, his character, every thought of him—"

"I do not have!"

"I want to know why your parents died!" Riddle raised his voice. "You want to know why you're living the way you are, and where it all came from. Don't lie to me, Harry, I'm in In your mind, I can see clearly what you think."

Harry's eyes instantly turned gray, as if he had been hit badly.

"It's not your fault." Looking at the other party's appearance, Riddle said a little bluntly, "It's human nature, whoever likes to be confused will be hunted down by others, and he will be kept in the dark, and he doesn't know why. Combat?"

"It's not consoling at all coming out of your mouth." Harry smiled wryly.

"We are very similar, Harry." Riddle tilted his head, rather childishly. "Both are orphans, both had bad childhoods, both were led into the world of magic by Dumbledore, both lived in the center of the limelight, and both had a sense of mission to the wizarding world... Our wands are from the same source. It's our connection and you can't avoid that."

"I'm not like you!" Harry stood up angrily, "You are...you are..."

Harry didn't say what Riddle was for a long time, so he sat back on the sofa wearily.

"I'm a bad guy and you're a good guy, isn't that what you're trying to say?" Riddle said sarcastically.

"I..." Harry couldn't answer.

He could clearly see that Harry's worldview was slowly disintegrating, the simple notion of good or evil was crumbling.If there is no similarity between the bad guy and the good guy, why can he be understood by the other party, or even be able to understand the other party?If bad people can only do bad things, then why was Riddle accepted by Dumbledore?Why would the other party help me again?

"You're not too bad now," Harry murmured at last.

"Thank you." Riddle let out a high-pitched, grim laugh, "but I don't need to. It doesn't matter to me whether you think I'm a good person or not."

Harry curled his lips furtively.

"You're dodging the question." He entered into the conversation. "You're trying to convince yourself that Tom and Voldemort are two people. Yes, they're not the same individual, but they're not that different in essence. You Troubled by your sympathy, you find that Tom is also a human being, and there are things you can understand and identify with, and so is Voldemort. If Voldemort were two completely different beings from you, you could kill him without hindrance , but if he's like you...you can't bring yourself to deny yourself."

Harry shuddered and curled up on the sofa, refusing to move.

He and Riddle looked at each other without speaking.

"Why did Professor Dumbledore let you live in our dormitory?" Harry suddenly asked angrily, "If I didn't know you, I wouldn't sympathize with you, would I?"

"I didn't ask for your sympathy." Riddle folded his arms, and the boss said in an unhappy tone.

"Harry, do you want to be a ruthless murderer like Voldemort?" He felt as if he understood what the headmaster meant, "Your compassion is your bottom line, it tells you what you can do and what you can't. It Let you not degenerate to the same level as the enemy because of hatred. This is very important, you keep the goodness in your heart, even more important than stopping Voldemort, if you break through your bottom line in order to kill Voldemort, who can Guarantee that you won't become the next Voldemort?"

Harry lowered his head and didn't answer.

The author has something to say: Thank you Canglan Mingyue for mine~(≧▽≦)/~