Savior? No!I just want to stay home

"Harry, watch your attitude, don't speak to the principal like that." Harry's performance was so obvious that Charles couldn't help frowning and criticizing. In any case, it would be unwise for a student to offend the principal. (So ​​basically, he still feels sorry for his family.)

"Sorry, I was a little rude." Harry admitted his mistake with a good attitude, but he was determined not to change it afterwards.Adjusting his facial expression to be sincere and respectful, he continued the previous topic. "Let's not talk about why he wants to kill his few relatives. In this regard, you are the least qualified to speak. Killing your own relatives or something... Hehe~ It's ridiculous! Could it be that He is the only one who did this kind of thing? If Mr. Principal has a bad memory, I don’t mind finding a time to invite everyone to the Pig’s Head Bar to discuss this matter.” Although it’s a bit too much to say, Dunley To actually use this point to make a fuss, it really makes him a little bit uncomfortable.

Dumbledore turned pale.

Chales and Doria's eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief.

It took a long time for Dumbledore to recover, but the excitement just now was so great that he couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

"In any case, he has chosen an irreversible evil path, and has gone too far on this path." He looked up at Harry, speaking slowly but firmly.

"His future is bound to be full of blood, and I must stop it."

"I think you are too self-hypnotized, and your personal heroism is too strong." Harry curled his lips, took a deep look at the other party, and sighed.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Bryan Dumbledore, you are really not suitable to be a teacher. A qualified teacher should try his best to discover the shining points of students and guide him to the right path instead of Because of a few provocative words from an alcoholic woman, the first meeting is full of suspicion, threats and intimidation. Can you not understand how an orphan who has no one to rely on since childhood and is treated as a monster finally finds his kind? That is almost A kind of fledgling complex. Why don't you look at the joy and excitement in his eyes, and blindly deny and deny? You never give him the right guidance, but constantly monitor him, restrict him in everything, and even keep him Sexualized him before he was an adult, and tried every means to lure him to a dead end. This is simply... Sigh!"

Harry looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes—the old man seemed to be ten years older in an instant, "Teaching people is like controlling water. If you just block it, you will have big problems sooner or later. If you block it hard enough, you will block it immediately." Admire all the retreats! As a politician, you are undoubtedly successful. Your extraordinary strength, keen sense of touch, and tough wrist have allowed you to achieve achievements that ordinary people cannot match. But as a teacher and an engineer of the human soul, you But you ruined a soul with your own hands, I look down on you!"

Dumbledore put his hand on his forehead and sighed deeply.

"I admit that it was all my fault for causing this irreparable thing to happen. But as you said, I was so wrong that I found out that there was no way out. Therefore, what I want to do for myself Be responsible, these mistakes must be remedied!" Dumbledore's expression was no longer kind, he looked at Harry seriously, the aura of the superior was vividly displayed, and at this time he was no longer the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry , but a politician in action. "I don't know how you know this. Now that you know, you should understand that Voldemort is a man with no future. Harry, for the sake of the wizarding world, I beg you to stop helping him, even if you want to It doesn't matter if I apologize with death. But the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters... must be eliminated!" His tone was very decisive, and his eyes as blue as the sky were full of sternness.

"Voldemort has no future... It's ironic for you to say that." Harry shook his head while talking. How could a person have such a thick skin?

"Albus, Harry, can someone explain to me what you are talking about?" Charles frowned, his heart beating wildly.Why did he feel as if he had heard something extraordinary, but no matter how he heard it, he was at a loss?

"What are you talking about?" Harry snorted softly, "it's saying that our lord principal is actually Voldemort's guidance teacher, but because of his own emotional failure, he angered others, so much so that he hasn't stopped talking to him since the first day we met. His suspicion and precautions, after discovering his special identity as a descendant of Slytherin, even designed to trap and kill him in order to prevent future troubles. He took advantage of the other party's studious characteristics, and stuffed a book about Horcruxes in the bookshelf he often haunted. There are only a few words in the book: the method of splitting the soul, you can obtain eternal life, but it does not explain the consequences. So... what will happen next can be imagined. It can be said that without him, there would be no Dark Lord, and even Even the previous one is related to him, maybe we can call him 'Dark Lord Maker' too much, right?"

"The one before, you mean..." Charles gasped. "Albus, this..." He stared at his old friend for many years, as if he didn't know him, looked at him vigorously, trembling with fear. "It's not true, tell me it's not true. Harry is still a child, he must have been bewitched by the Malfoy family, these are all hearsay, all false, right? Look at me, Albus, look at me I!"

Dumbledore never looked up at him.

"No...how is this possible." Charles sat on the chair, covering his face with one hand.

"Harry, your answer?" Dumbledore clenched his fists, raised his head and stared at Harry closely, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

"In your opinion, Voldemort has no future, but in my opinion, he is the most suitable leader. I have no objection to you trying to eliminate all possible dangers. If I were you, you would do the same, maybe even better Absolutely. But I can still accept the former better than directly cutting people off if they don’t like it, and not knowing what’s going on until they die. Death Eaters may be a bit extreme in some methods and methods , but I believe that these can be corrected in time. What's more, there are all kinds of wonders in the world. I'm not as easy to despair as you are. Even if it's a soul that has been cut into pieces, I believe that I can find a way to make it stick back as it was cut. "

Having said that, he suddenly turned to Charles and Doria, and said sincerely:

"My blood uncles and aunts, I'm sorry I'm not on your side. I like being alone and dread the Gryffindor fire of the Potters, but I never hated you guys. Even if I will be in a hostile state in the future and my wands will face each other, I still don't regret my choice today. At least, Voldemort never forced me to engrave that brand on me to do things I don't like to do, and I won't be punished when I first entered school. People plan everything, and they are led by the nose like a marionette. In the end, it is only right to send them to death. Obviously they are afraid of dying, and they want to live, but they force themselves to give up and disarm. Throw yourself into a trap like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered."

Challus was shocked, but Doria was thoughtful.

"That's all I want to say. Principal Dumbledore, since none of us can convince anyone, and you insist on your own point of view, then the only thing we can do is go to war! You wait, I will let you watch yourself build How everything was destroyed to nothing. That's all for now, goodbye!" With that, Harry got up and walked towards the door.When he pushed the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned his head away again. "By the way, Mr. Principal, I don't like sweets, so it's better not to participate in afternoon tea or something. Of course, if you are confident enough to not be afraid of any loss..." He glanced at the distraught Charles, "just Go ahead, I don't care."

After dinner, Harry managed to persuade Lucius not to go with him to find Voldemort for confinement, but when he pushed open the door of the cellar office, he found another platinum head.

"So, it's like seeing each other every day? You can't wait to meet your good friends on the first day of school?" He jokingly looked back and forth between the two, deliberately emphasizing the pronunciation of "good friend".

"I called Abu." Voldemort naturally ignored Harry's strange tone and the meaning it represented, "Since your confession may change the political landscape of the wizarding world soon, you must prepare accordingly in advance. .”

"It's too troublesome to say, let's find a Pensieve." Harry said "I'm lazy".

Everything was ready, after Harry put the memory in the basin, he took a look at the two adults.

"Abu, if it's a life-and-death duel, what is your chance of winning against Voldemort?"

"There is no possibility of winning." Abu raised his eyebrows and said slowly.

"Then you can go home." Harry hurried away.

Abu frowned slightly, not only did not get angry because of Harry's tone, but also looked at him with a little worry, thought for a while, finally got up from the sofa, nodded at the two, and walked gracefully, calmly towards the fireplace.

"Then, let me take my leave~"

Voldemort didn't say a word the whole time.He watched Abu leave, and plunged into the Pensieve after the green light in the fireplace disappeared.

After about an hour.

As soon as Voldemort came out, he pressed his wand against Harry's forehead, and the crazy magic power poured out uncontrollably. The magic pressure was even more terrifying than the last time Harry mentioned the Horcrux at Malfoy's house, and it even made him a little Feeling out of breath.

"If you want to kill me, please give it a good time. It's really not very good to feel like this." Not only the pressure, but from just now, a series of sparks exploded on the tip of Voldemort's wand, because it was directly on Harry On his forehead, Harry was bleeding all over his face from the blast, and the smell of barbecue was still coming from his head. "

"..." Voldemort was brought back to his senses by Harry's words, and he was startled when he saw his face covered in blood. With a flick of his right hand, he retracted his wand, then got up and walked into the bedroom.

"Here." Voldemort walked out of the bedroom and threw two crystal bottles to Harry, "Healing potion and blood tonic potion, Abramovich will bring them here after the scar is eliminated."

Harry obediently took it, tilted his neck and drank it.

"Why don't you hide?"

"Will you be angrier after hiding, and then have a wizard duel in the school office controlled by that person?" Harry shrugged, "It's just a small injury, and you won't really kill me. Besides, if you Shake off other people's privacy if you allow it, and it's normal to be beaten." He could see it.

"You can see~" Voldemort looked at the other party helplessly, there was nothing he could do about it.

Harry responded by continuing to shrug.

"Voldy, are you injured?" A green light flashed in the fireplace, and Abu reappeared in the cellar office. "Hiss~ You are Harry? Merlin!" Before the blood on Harry's face had time to clean up, the criss-cross pattern on Harry's face was as terrifying as it was, and Abu gasped in fright.

"It's just a small injury, don't make such a fuss. Give me the ointment, and I'll take care of it." Harry stretched out his hand towards Abu.

"So, in a life-and-death duel, you still have a better chance of winning?" After Harry walked into the bathroom, Abu asked about the possible competition between the two, without mentioning anything about that memory.Slytherin respected secrets, and Voldy would let him see them if necessary, and if he didn't let him see them, it meant that it was not good for him to know them.

"There was no life-and-death duel. He didn't make a move. He simply believed that I would not kill him. I don't know where the confidence came from." Voldemort raked his hair, his expression showing a bit of frustration.

"Hehe~" Abu chuckled, his charming voice kept teasing other people's nerves (except for Voldemort, there was no one else in the room). "I have to admit that Harry knows you very well, or rather, he knows each of us. Although it is a bit difficult to accept, it is not a bad thing from the point of view that he is on our side."

Voldemort recalled the laughter just now, and suddenly found that his friend who had known him for many years was actually such a coquettish, beautiful and seductive person, and expressed shock at his own dullness in his heart.

"It's not just 'us'," Voldemort said, "he even knows each other very well, including Dumbledore's cunning mutant lion—after that wonderful afternoon tea, that old guy will probably lose sleep tonight, I And you probably know where to start your investigation of him. Well, I admit, it's not bad."

Abu smiled approvingly, but moved his gaze to the bathroom door.

"It's been so long, why hasn't Harry come out, nothing will happen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bathroom door was opened, and Harry came out with a confused expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Harry like this, Abu couldn't help becoming curious.

"The scars on my forehead disappeared. At the beginning, I couldn't get rid of them. Now a bottle of ointment can solve them all. It's amazing."

"The scar removal potion from Malfoy's family is the best~" Abu raised his chin proudly.

"But I tried other parts of my body, and it didn't work at all." A basin of cold water was poured over his head.

"That's impossible! It doesn't make sense that it works well on the face but not on the body." Abu didn't believe it.

Harry shrugged and pulled back the collar of his robes to show them both a scar from a knife on his shoulder, holding a completely empty medicine bottle in his hand.The scar was covered with a thin layer of light green ointment, which was obviously the one just put in the bottle.

"Hey, I used a whole bottle of ointment on my forehead except for a spot as big as a fingernail, and I put a whole bottle of ointment on my body. It has no other effect except moisturizing."

No one spoke, Abu just glanced there, and with a swish of his wand, Harry's robe was ripped apart, and then the two adults stared at his upper body in a daze.

half an hour.

"Who are those Easterners who imprisoned you, and where are they?" Abu gritted his teeth, "Tell me, they should all be arrested, tortured and thrown into Azkaban!" ?Several big and deep scars are hideous and terrifying. It is completely possible to imagine what kind of life and death test the owner of this body has gone through before he can survive to this day.That's not to mention, those countless tiny scars layered on top of each other, cuts, burns, scratches... everything, it's the traces left after being abused.How can this be locked in a cupboard after finishing the housework?It's almost like being used as a sandbag after finishing the housework!No, sandbags are treated better than him, at least the attack methods it can withstand are only those fixed types.

"Sorry, I can't say." Harry shook his head and gave Abu an apologetic look.The anger in the opponent's eyes was almost materialized, which was almost a disgrace for a nobleman.

"Abu." Voldemort patted his friend on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down. "No need to apologize, Harry, it's not your fault. I believe you have your own reasons, so I won't ask similar questions in the future. But you also have to make sure that you won't put yourself in..." He paused , glanced at those scars, "In this situation, can it be done?" Even seeing these scars made him feel trembling. How did this child bear it?

All of a sudden, Voldemort didn't care that Harry knew about his privacy at all. Compared with his own past, what this man experienced in front of him was only darker, more desperate, and even more... humiliating.In that case, what else would he be annoyed about? Perhaps in the eyes of this child, his all-time brooding and reluctance to face it is simply a joke.Having figured out some things, Voldemort felt his whole body was shocked, as if he had been reborn, and the world suddenly became brighter.

"Of course, isn't that what I've been pursuing all this time?" Harry took advantage of a recovery and put on his clothes again, with a confident smile on his face.

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Aha, to be stripped naked by the future father-in-law.

In order to fulfill the promise of today's extra update, people who codeword [-] a day said they couldn't afford to be hurt, and they will take a break tomorrow and resume a new update.