Savior? No!I just want to stay home

As expected, Harry met all his blood relatives in this world except Lily in the headmaster's office.

"Welcome, my boy, please take a seat!" Dumbledore said to him, pointing to an empty chair, "You see, I still have a few guests here." He smiled kindly and turned to Harry The three people next to him made gestures, "You should be familiar with Doria, this is Charles Potter, the head of the Potter family, and this little gentleman is James Potter, your cousin. younger brother."

In front of Harry, the three of them looked a little cautious, smiling and nodding at him with a little restraint.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter." Seeing the other party's performance, Harry couldn't help but feel soft.When will the lions of Potter's family show this expression, is it because they are afraid of being too aggressive to scare him away again?Harry felt a little guilty about walking away last time.

"Hi, Harry, I'm your cousin, you can call me James." Hearing Harry's greeting, James finally couldn't hold back, dragged the chair and rubbed against Harry. "Let me see you, um... Let me just say, how can there be two people who are so similar in this world, there is indeed something wrong with my mother's eyes. Although we do look alike, but..." His eyes swept over Harry "Your hair is much softer than mine, your nose and mouth are smaller, and your face is only as big as my mother's palm. Oh, your skin is so good, just like real milk!" He looked Harry up and down several times, then turned to look at his parents behind him, "Seriously, Mom, are you sure you don't need to go to St. Mungo's to have a look?" After getting a chestnut on the head, he naughty Sticking out his tongue, he gave Harry a big smile, "I didn't expect my cousin to be such a beauty, I think I know what to give you for Christmas~"

[If I am a beauty, what is Lucius? ] Harry raised his eyebrows, expressing his doubts about James' obvious partiality, [Christmas gift?I hope it’s not a tutu skirt with a whale skeleton~]

"Thank you for your compliment, James." After complaining, he also gave the other party a decent smile, feeling in his heart that his cheap dad didn't seem to be as off-line as described in most fanfiction.

"Don't laugh like that~" James frowned at Harry, "This reminds me of the two peacocks with their tails up to the sky in the Malfoy family!"

[Peacock?It’s really an image~] Harry chuckled in his heart.

"Lucius is my friend." He glanced at James and frowned slightly.

"Uh, I'm sorry!" James apologized immediately, and he understood that Slytherin valued friends. "But I really don't like him very much~"

"No one asks you to fall in love with someone, James." Harry frowned, and once again affirmed the plasticity of Cheap Dad in his heart. "But I don't want to hear the words of denial again."

"No problem!" Nodding like a pounding garlic.

"Well, here's your reward, then." Harry reached into his pocket, then took a bunch of grapes from his ring and handed it over.

"Huh? The pockets of the robe have been expanded? Are you living a good life~ Mom keeps nagging that you can't survive in the Muggle world by yourself. It seems that you are worrying for nothing." James is very self-conscious. The ripe one took the grapes and bit into them without washing them, "Well, it's delicious~~"

"Eat slowly, it's not enough." Harry watched James gobble it up with a funny face, the corners of his mouth were dripping.After a while, he finished eating a bunch that weighed more than a catty, and started to attack the next bunch.After handing him a handkerchief, Harry turned to look at the Potters. "Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Potter, I am doing well."

"You should call me Auntie, Harry." Doria looked at Harry with a hint of gentle reproach in her black eyes.

Harry just smiled.

"You are such a special child, Harry." Dumbledore said as if trying to smooth things over, but the words he said went straight to the core. "It's the first time I've seen someone carry fruit with them, and this kind of fruit is grapes. After all, it's not so easy to preserve, right?" The wise eyes of the old man flickered.Of course, he would never forget what method Voldemort used to threaten him to agree to his request to teach at Hogwarts. Those magical fruits...

"If you want to ask if these fruits are the ones that Professor Voldemort used to threaten you before~" Harry propped his chin up with one hand, and smiled at Dumbledore, "the answer is yes. Besides, I can also tell you , I am the provider of these fruits."

"What? You said you are...how is this possible!" Charles roared in disbelief.

"Why is it impossible? Is it reasonable that the world's resources should be in the hands of nobles, and I, a helpless orphan, can't have anything available?" Harry retorted lightly, and then propped his chin with great interest. Looking at each other madly.

"That's not what I meant...but that's the Dark Lord, the Death Eater! How could you give him something?!" Knowing that the fruits that gave them such a headache were provided by his own descendants, Charles was almost annoyed. To pull out your own hair.

"If you pull it again, it'll really be gone..." Harry looked at Charles desperately abusing his few hairs, feeling sorry.

"Okay, okay, Charles, calm down!" Dumbledore came out to be a peacemaker, and he found that from the first meeting to the present, the initiative of the conversation was almost in the hands of this child, which is not acceptable. "Harry, although it was only a short period of less than a day, I still noticed that you and Lucius Malfoy have a very good relationship. Is it because of the fruit? If this is the case, as an elder who cares about you, I I want to remind you that Malfoy has always put his interests first, and this kind of relationship will not last long."

Harry stared at Dumbledore for several seconds, until he looked away uncomfortably before looking away. "Mr. Principal, I have read a lot of information about you and know that you advocate the power of love. But I am sorry, like Malfoy, I am a believer in interests, otherwise I would not be assigned to Slytherin " He smiled slyly, "Compared to eternal love..." He hooked his lips, "I believe in eternal interests! I believe that as long as they still need these fruits, the relationship established through fruits will not disappear. And I...have absolute certainty to guarantee the supply of this fruit."

"You are from the Potter family!" Charles couldn't help frowning, "Even if you want to sell it, you should..."

"The Malfoys pay me 10 Galleons a month." Before Charles could finish, Harry interrupted him, "I have no sense of good and evil, and I don't want to join either the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix. I just want to ask you one question, assuming I can provide the Order of the Phoenix with the same quality and quantity of fruit, can you pay me the same amount of Galleons?"

Charles choked on Harry's words, and then he began to slur in embarrassment.

"But those are evil Death Eaters! They are sinister and cruel, they only know how to kill, and they don't take human life seriously! Each of them is full of darkness in their hearts, and each of their hands is covered with the blood of others. You How can you help such a person!"

Harry stared blankly at his hands without speaking.

"Charles Potter!" Doria was almost driven mad by her husband. "How did I explain it to you before I came here? Huh? I forgot it so quickly, did you get stepped on by a troll or something?!"

[Oh, the Potter family really has a tradition of being a queen~] Harry complained while pretending to be melancholy.

"Doria, I..." Shouted by his wife, Charles immediately realized that he had said something wrong.Before coming to see Harry, Doria told him every word at home, and repeatedly told him not to mention words like "evil" and "murder" in front of him, because the child was very sensitive.But he was so excited just now that he completely forgot about it~ He sneaked a look at Harry who was dazed beside him, and Charles slammed his forehead hard, his intestines were green with regret.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I was impulsive just now, and what I said didn't count, so don't take it seriously~" It is the good character of lions to admit mistakes bravely.

"Ah? What?" Harry snapped back to his senses, and blinked in confusion, "I'm sorry Mr. Potter, I accidentally lost my mind just now, please forgive me for being rude!" After finishing speaking, he was full of apologetic impulses. Charles smiled.

So Charles looked even more guilty.It is very difficult for this child to live alone. He just exchanged some fruit for some money to survive. Of course, he will sell it to whoever gives the most money. As an elder, he has not even fulfilled his duty of care. What else? Qualified to accuse?

As a result, the owner of Porter, who was eager to protect the calf, completely forgot how he had been devastated by those fruits before, and even more forgot how much manpower and material resources he had spent in finding the source of these fruits.In his opinion, even if his own child poked a hole in the sky, it should be blamed for the weak sky rather than the child being too naughty. (So ​​James' lawless character is developed in this way...)

"So, let's continue the topic just now?" Harry glanced at Dumbledore, but only saw a reflection of the mirror, and he didn't know what the old man was thinking about.Harry smiled indifferently, and looked back at Charles, "As I said just now, I have no concept of good and evil. If there is really a division..." He tapped his chin, "I should be regarded as the evil party. After all, all Death Eaters Adding it all up doesn’t necessarily kill as many people as me alone. As for the means of torturing people,” he tilted his head and thought for a while, “I can probably list dozens of different kinds, each of which can make people unable to survive. I can’t ask for death, it’s definitely more shocking than the Cruciatus Curse—I have tried several of them myself, some of which are not true, and some of them have good results.” No matter what Dumbledore was thinking, I would not counterattack him anyway Chances are right.

"Stop it, Harry, please stop it." Doria covered her face with her trembling hands, and leaned weakly on her husband.Every time she heard this child talk about it, she wished she could arrest those who trained him and slap the previous head of the Potter family out of the grave and slap her hundreds of times. .Then ask them why they don't continue to search for Uncle Lando and his descendants?Why put a child through this?

A tinge of guilt floated in Harry's heart, but his gaze quickly became firm as he glanced over Dumbledore.

"That doesn't count, Harry, I heard Doria say that you were forced." Charles hurriedly found an excuse to defend himself.

"The Death Eaters were also ordered by Voldemort to kill, so they were also forced?" Harry asked flatly, "Like the Death Eaters, I also have countless ways to stop killing myself. Here," he stroked his temples, "it's enough to do it, but I didn't do it. In the end, everyone doesn't want to die, they just want to work hard to live a better life, is there something wrong?" Charlie S was speechless.

"But it can't be based on the pain of others." Dumbledore's rebuttal was a little pale. The child's words were too sharp, which made him unable to start for a while.

"Based on someone else's pain, so what?" Harry smiled sarcastically. "It's just a means of survival under certain circumstances. The three of you are all adults and have chosen the path of politics. You shouldn't naively think that this world is really black and white, right? Black or white, successful How could the road of politics be less blood-drenched and paved with life? How can there be complete justice and evil in this world. Is justice behind it really as bright and holy as it appears on the surface, and can be praised as a heroic epic? "

Harry glanced at Dumbledore lightly, and the ridicule in his eyes was ready to come out.

"So, Mr. Principal, don't use your benevolence and love to fool me. You can fool ordinary people." He looked at the Potter family again, "Don't even try to use any blood relationship to bind me. Freedom, you can't understand the longing for freedom of a person who has finally broken out of the cage of near despair. I will never be restrained by others for any reason. In this regard, Voldemort is much better than you. Although I am indeed a child, but I am not a child who can be led by the nose at will."

Looking at the few people who were stunned by his sharp candor, Harry felt a little bored.So there's nothing to say?Really boring!He thought of so many words to prepare to quarrel with others, but it was useless.Forget it, since they have nothing to say, then I have to continue.

"Speaking of killing...Mr. Potter, have you ever killed someone?"

"What... what?" Charles was taken aback by the question.

"It seems that this reaction is gone. Accusing others of massacre without even killing anyone, do you really know the meaning of massacre?" As if remembering something, Harry's eyes clearly fell on Charles's face, but he lost focus , far-reaching as if looking at distant time and space. "The first time I killed someone was in a firefight, 200 people against 200 people. It was a real massacre, roaring and wailing, flesh and blood flying together, feeling the warm blood and white flowers The brains were splashed on the face, neck and body, watching the lives being harvested mercilessly, all fear and pity were all left behind. There was only one thought in my mind: only by killing them all, could I live go down."

Looking at Patriarch Potter, who was obviously in a state of sluggishness, Harry persevered in his great cause of stimulation. "I heard that Mr. Principal has a Pensieve here. Would you like to look at that memory and experience the true meaning of the massacre? In order to avoid making jokes by talking nonsense without even understanding the concept in the future."

"No, no need." Challes turned pale and shook his head desperately. 200 against 200!Merlin~ He couldn't imagine what kind of scene you were in. If he really had to watch him, he would definitely not be able to sleep well for several months!

"Then, please take up the responsibility of a nobleman and don't speak recklessly. Except for schizophrenic lunatics, no one is born to like to kill. Don't you think it's demeaning for you to speak cruelly and keep evil?"

"Even if the Death Eaters can still be saved, what about Voldemort?" Charles muttered without confidence.

"I want to know, what exactly did Voldemort do to make you hate him so much? Even if his wrist is iron and blood, it's still within the Death Eaters, isn't it? Everyone makes a wish and suffers, why are you jumping in anger here? What's going on? If he really did something heinous, can you give me an example?" He had the impression that Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters to arrest the seed wizards on a large scale at least four or five years later, could it be that his memory there is a problem?

"This..." Charles struggled.Thinking about it carefully, he really couldn't find any evidence of Voldemort's crime. Although it was said that he was cruel and loved to torture people with Cruciatus, he had never heard of any ordinary wizard being abused.If he's only doing this to Death Eaters, then his own accusation is really a bit untenable.

"Voldemort killed his own relatives with his own hands: his father's family and his biological uncle." Seeing the expression of his old friend and the biggest supporter of the Order of the Phoenix visibly shaken, Dumbledore finally lost his composure and slowly Getting up from the chair, he said word by word: "Are we going to sit and watch such a person control everything? That will bring unimaginable disaster to the wizarding world!"

"Hehe~" Harry chuckled suddenly, the look in Dumbledore's eyes was no longer ridicule, the blue eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, as if he saw the dirtiest thing in the world, full of disgust . "Sure enough, hypocrites and so on are really unlikable."

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The extra episode has been updated, in Chapter 22, dear friends, remember to read it, and leave a comment after reading it!

Those who have read Xiaoyu's previous article will know how difficult it is for Xiaoyu to write a side story, hehe~

PS: In these two chapters, I didn’t think about black old Deng~

Harry did it only to keep the Potters out of the fight.