When a Super Villain Meets Little Porter[Comprehensive]

Albus looked at his brother James in shock, he didn't expect that James actually guessed the truth.

Or maybe the hint I gave was too obvious.

Albus didn't want to tell his brother the truth, because no one could tolerate being forced to forget a memory without warning, not to mention that the person who cast this spell was his brother's favorite family member.For James, this truth was too cruel and sad.But Albus didn't want to continue to hide from James, he hated the feeling of cheating on James, and it was even more unfair to James.

Regret, worry, anxiety, tension...

Countless negative emotions were suppressed in Albus's heart at this moment, and he didn't even dare to look up into James' eyes.

"I see, Albus."

Albus looked up in surprise, only to see his brother's usual gentle smile.

"I'm glad you told me about it, don't worry about me."

James wasn't angry, instead he came over and hugged him, patting him on the back.

It is clear that the person who was forced to lose his memory was James, but he was the one who comforted him in turn.

Albus's restless and worried heart instantly cooled down.

"James." Albus' hands trembled slightly, and then he raised his hand and pushed James away.The young man's face was indifferent, his eyes drooping slightly.

"You're more of a Slytherin than I am sometimes."

James stared blankly at Albus as he turned away, he could tell his brother seemed hurt by his words, but James hadn't even realized what he'd said wrongly.James turned his head to look at his godmother Hermione, frowned and asked suspiciously, "Did I say something wrong?"

Hermione didn't know what to say for a moment.

wrong.

Of course this is not right.

"James, are you...really not angry?" Hermione got up and asked James quickly.

It was too calm, James' attitude when he learned the truth was too calm.It shouldn't be like this, normal people should have an unacceptable attitude.It was obviously a piece of memory that belonged to me, but it was deprived of it by someone else by forceful means.You have no way of knowing exactly what you experienced during that period of time.

More likely, that memory is very important to you.

You just... don't want to forget.

"Of course I'm angry." James felt that his body was tense until now. He was afraid that if he relaxed, his body would tremble. He turned his head and said with a smile, "But what can I do? Confronting Dad, arguing with them? It's just a meaningless argument for both of us."

"But you have to say it." Hermione reached out and squeezed James' hand tightly.

Hermione suddenly realized a problem at this time, she had never seen James angry for so many years.James never even had an argument with his friends or family.Even back then, she had quarreled with Ron and Harry, not to mention other people who were not so good friends, or who were not even friends, had even fierce quarrels.

And James hadn't.

He was always peaceful and warm to everyone, and never seemed angry or hostile to anyone.

It wasn't until this moment, from Albus' words, that Hermione realized that there was another explanation.

James never expressed his true will, he worked too hard, even worked so hard to suppress himself.

"It must be my fault." James lowered his head and thought for a while in silence, then shook his head, "I know they love me very much, if it wasn't my fault, father and mother would never do this. I also Seeing my mother's sad expression, I know it must be because I did something wrong. I can't vent my anger on my father and mother because of my fault."

"No, it's not venting!" Hermione shook her head, "We are your family, you need to tell us what's on your mind!"

too late.

Hermione realized at this time that it was too late.

Compared to Albus, who entered Slytherin House from the very beginning, and then had disputes and alienation with his family and classmates, James was too good.James is the pride of Harry and Ginny, and he is the son who is so outstanding that all wizards are envious.

Hermione has always felt that James is better than she was back then. He can get excellent grades in every subject, and his Quebec ability is also outstanding.James has no problem becoming the leader of Gryffindor, trusted and respected by all the students.

James never complained, never got angry, never argued.

He has never even taken risks, never violated school rules, was never locked up, and never did anything wrong.

perfect.

It was only at this time that Hermione realized that James had enclosed himself in an extremely limited and perfect frame.He framed himself on the path to perfection, deciding that this was the path he should take as the "son of the savior," not the path he really wanted to take.

James just created what he thought was the perfect image for himself, for Harry Potter's son.

For seven years, James has completely confined himself to it.

"Harry is a hero and a savior, but this is all in the past. James, you don't need to be influenced by Harry, no one is forcing you to be what you need to be." Hermione explained anxiously, "Harry He often made mistakes, and he didn't know how many times he was scolded by the professor when he was a student, and how many points were deducted for Gryffindor. James, you are already better than Harry."

"I don't want to be a better person than my father, I just..." James has only attracted attention since he was a child. Everyone who sees him knows that he is the son of Harry Potter.James feels that he has been endowed with the expectations of countless people. They all expect how good the savior's son will be, and James can't fail their expectations, let alone let his family down, "I want my father and mother to feel happy for me. pride."

"You did it, James, we're all so proud of you," Hermione said affirmatively.

"Then that's fine." James smiled happily.

Hermione suddenly went dumb, with a complicated look on her face, "No, James, you're doing it for us...you're not doing it for yourself."

James looked at Hermione silently, without speaking.

"James, tell me, what's on your mind, tell me." Hermione looked at James persistently.

James finally lowered his eyes and sighed deeply.

"I want to...leave Hogwarts," James said in a dry voice.

Hermione shook James' hand.

"I don't want to be in the spotlight no matter what I do, I don't want everyone to take me for granted that I'm good. I don't want to have to teach myself everything before every class to help the college. My name is called when potions and spells are shown, I don’t want to study in the library during my breaks every day, I don’t want to be afraid that I won’t get a good grade before every exam..."

James felt that he was not that good, he was just trying desperately to maintain such a goodness.

However, this habit of continuous hard work is also the pressure of habit for him, and it keeps piling up.

He couldn't rest, couldn't stop.

Because once he relaxes, he is not the "he is Harry Potter's son" that people say.

"Sometimes I will be irritable, sometimes I want to give up, and sometimes I feel breathless." Often at this time, James will vent all his emotions on the magic diary, and he will tell Loki everything about him.

Loki would taunt him.

Leave no stone unturned, belittle him, despise his excellence, slander all his efforts.

Jaime would also be angry about it, and he would retort to Loki with harsh words that no one else had ever said.

But James felt relaxed. Every time he wrote the sentence in the magic diary, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Because Loki understands him, even though Loki's attitude is sometimes annoying, but he always listens to him.

And in fact, when James was confused about his studies or stuck with the use of spells, he brought the problem to Loki.Loki, who has never stepped into the wizarding world, can actually answer him by himself.

This is the God who is born excellent.

Even if you don't need to work hard, you still have such qualifications.

But now, James began to wonder if Loki had focused all his aptitude on intelligence, so he had no strength.

"I want to protect Albus, he doesn't have many friends after he entered Slytherin, and Lily and Rose don't like to play with Albus anymore. We all know that Albus doesn't have much interest in schoolwork. I don't care much, and I have no talent on Quebec. Those people are laughing at Albus, saying that he is not like me at all, or Harry Potter's son at all." James thought again His younger brother, "It's not that I haven't had disputes with others. I told them very seriously that they can't talk about my younger brother like this."

Because of James' attitude, no Gryffindor dared to talk about Albus in public or behind his back.

"I'm actually very envious of Albus. He did what he wanted to do and chose his own path. He and his father have always had conflicts, but I actually think it's good because I can't always speak. Although I know Albus doesn't need my protection, but I still want to help him. However, I don't know why, he seems... to dislike me more and more." James said with a wry smile, "I actually I'm pretty jealous of Scorpius, because didn't Albus say it before? He only wants Scorpius as a friend. My brother really doesn't matter to him."

"Albus loves you very much." Hermione frowned and shook her head.

"I know." James nodded, "but I don't know what to do, because Albus always, doesn't want me to approach. And sometimes I wonder if Albus hates me, I'm afraid that my existence will make him feel inferior. Do you understand? I'm afraid that it's because of me that he becomes a reason to be laughed at."

Because one of Harry Potter's sons is too good to make another son who is not so good a laughing stock.

"But in fact, sometimes I feel inferior." James didn't know how to get along with his brother, and he felt that his way of life was wrong, but he was used to it and couldn't change it, "Albus knew What should I insist on, and what should I give up. I can't give up anything, but I insist on too much."

James couldn't talk to his own family either, he was in that world these days.

Although he is often worried and troubled, he is more relaxed than ever, and feels happy with a new and unfamiliar identity without any scruples.

"No, that's not the case." Hermione still held James' hand tightly, "It's not too late, it's not too late for anything, do what you want."

"Do what you want...I did." James fixed Hermione's gaze, "It was a big decision."

"What did you do?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know." James shook his head.

Hermione suddenly realized something, and her heart ached suddenly when she saw the young man in front of her.

James stretched out his wand and flicked it in the air, leaving a fluorescent writing in the air that was forgotten.

The teenager laughed.

"I forgot, I can't remember."