[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

At this moment, the smile really completely faded from the Dark Lord's face, replaced by a black shadow that seemed to be absent and slowly covered his face.

The Dark Lord watched Harry carefully for a while, and found that he had indeed understood something. Anger suddenly welled up in his heart, but he was forcibly suppressed.He managed to maintain a calm tone: "You know? Who told you?"

Snape's face with tightly pursed lips flashed past his heart, but it wouldn't be him, in order to protect Harry, he would never expose this kind of secret that would put him in crisis to the impulsive Harry; Dumbledore still In a coma, this guy is the best at keeping secrets in his life. It is difficult for anyone to know what he doesn't want to reveal... Ah, he knows who it is: "Grindelwald."

He confirmed the answer from Harry's expression: "Sure enough, it's Grindelwald."

Since Grindelwald escaped from Nurmengard and took Dumbledore away by the way, he had an ominous premonition that the old devil would do something to retaliate.Unexpectedly, instead of taking revenge on the Death Eaters, he found Harry and directly revealed his deepest-kept secret.

Cursing can't help leaking out from between the teeth: "This damn guy."

There was no trace of blood on Harry's face: "...so, it's true."

"It doesn't matter, Harry..."

"It doesn't matter?!" Harry asked involuntarily, raising his voice.

Really unable to get away with it, the Dark Lord sighed deeply.He leaned slightly, leaned closer to Harry, gently brushed the broken hair on his sideburns, and pinned it behind his ears: "Yes, Harry, let me be honest with you—"

"You are my Horcrux."

When brushing up the broken hair, his fingers seemed to brush across Harry's forehead, and the heat of his fingertips seemed to be some kind of magical source of fire, burning that piece of hair as if it was on fire.The innate charm is magnified hundreds of times by his intimate words and intimate actions: "But isn't it good? Our connection is so strong that no one can separate us."

He paused for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Will this make you unhappy? I thought you wanted us to be together forever?"

The dark lord's eyes seemed to be filled with stars, so bright and fascinating: "Let's enjoy eternal life together, shall we?"

They were so close that they could smell their breath, and the breath sprayed on their faces, making it itchy.The ultimate charm has the ultimate provocative force, Harry seemed to be bewitched, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you love me?"

The Dark Lord replied very quickly, very decisively, very decisively: "Of course I love you."

Harry looked at his blood-like red eyes, his eyes were slightly dazed, as if he was also indulging in this extreme temptation: "What do you think love is?"

He heard the lover in front of him reply: "It is the most beautiful embellishment on the road of your and my eternal life."

The most beautiful embellishment of...?

Harry closed his eyes gently.

How passionate and beautiful this love is, the king's unique care almost completely holds him in the palm of his hand.

however……

How frivolous and casual is this love?When he gazed at him affectionately, was he looking at his guarantee of immortality, or Harry himself?

——"What I care about, what I worry about is, will there be a next time? When you encounter the coercion—maybe it can be called rescue—next time, will you try to resist? Will you take the initiative to stay With me?"

— "Oh, my boy is back."

—— "I promise you, as long as you are still with me, I will not become like that."

——"It is the most beautiful embellishment on your road to my eternal life."

The wonderful love words, under the background that he is his horcrux, suddenly shed the sweet cloak and stripped the cruel truth.

How can I let a horcrux that deeply hates me and has completely different ideas from my own stay by my side obediently, without voluntarily fleeing or hurting myself?

Putting it in another way, Harry couldn't think of a better way to do it than the Dark Lord.

Let him fall into the trap of tenderness and sweetness, let him willingly abandon all the precious feelings in the past, let him actively and consciously stay by his side, think about what he thinks, and worry about what he worries about.

The Dark Lord is a master of charm, born full of charm. If you want to know his true heart, you must peel off the truth from under the layers of decoration.

Does he love himself?

All the images of getting along with each other flocked and passed through his mind, the study room information that was almost completely open to him, the homework taught by hand, the extreme level of monitoring that was frightening, the open conversations with each other, and the passionate kisses, warmth direct gaze, loving touch...

Does he love himself?

Love.

It is indeed love.

Although, this kind of love is frivolous, it regards love as an embellishment of eternal life, and it is hard to tell how much of it is real love and how much of it is mixed with other things.

However, no matter how many other things are mixed in, there is indeed some part of it, which is his rare, rare, and never-before-seen love.

But should he be ecstatic about himself?After he abandoned all relatives and friends, gave up all hatred, stayed by his side without hesitation, and endured his strong desire to control?

Harry raised his hands in confusion, covering his face.

Love is blind and makes people stupid. He is that silly little bird who crashed into the net of heaven and earth.

And how many of those initial temptations came from deliberation?How much is from the heart?

Should he keep playing dumb?

Continue to indulge in this so-called illusory and beautiful world woven by love, and naturally follow him to step on the throne and enjoy eternal life?

You must know that in the eternal life, the stories that happened in the past 14 years of his life are just a drop in the ocean.

Aunt Petunia's sharp accusations, Cousin Dudley's ignorant bullying, the violence, abuse and hatred that lingered in his childhood all the time;

Ron stretched out his hand on the Hogwarts train, Hermione screamed helplessly in front of the troll, all the life and death adventures experienced by the Gryffindor Iron Triangle in four years;

Sirius' hearty laugh, Professor Lupine's reserved smile, Principal Dumbledore's kind smile, Hagrid's honest smile...

All the stories, all the smiles burst out after being deliberately forgotten for more than half a year, and were finally frozen in the collection of parents' photos he received from Hagrid that year.

In those photos, his parents are smiling and waving happily at him, so young, so happy, so alive.

And then...they ended up dying in the war.

Some things can be compromised, but...

Some bottom lines cannot be compromised for the sake of so-called love.

The slightly dazed expression on Harry's face gradually disappeared. He opened his eyes again and looked directly at the Dark Lord who was close at hand: "I can't change your will to start a war, can I?"

"Why do you keep dwelling on this?" The Dark Lord looked back at him unhappily, rubbing his fingers on the elderberry wand. "You haven't even convinced yourself completely. Can you refute what the wizard is facing?" Can you refute the rapid progress of the Muggles? Can you refute the Muggle threat?"

"I...I can't just yet," said Harry, his tone firm, "but that's only because I don't know enough. There's always a way out of this."

The Dark Lord's eyes flicked hesitantly across his face, and then he hesitated and said, "You...do you want to leave me?"

"No," said Harry.He added the second half of the sentence in his heart: But... let me be quiet and think about it, okay?

However, he knew that the Dark Lord would never let him leave his side, whether it was because of his perverted desire to control or because of his status as a Horcrux.

Harry organized his words in his mind, and slowly opened his mouth.Before he could say anything, his face suddenly changed, and what he said in the end had a 180-degree turn from what he originally wanted to say: "Armor protects you!"

An invisible barrier appeared in the air, which happened to block a flying red light, and then shattered inch by inch. The powerful momentum made Harry stagger and almost fell.

There was no time to say anything, let alone think about anything, Harry followed his instinct and quickly fell to his side, just in time to avoid the second attacking red light.

If you move too fast, your arm hurts.Harry held back the physical tears that flowed from his eyes, staggered to the side, and took an armor to protect himself, and hid behind the pillars in the room.

It was only at this time that he realized that the red magic light should be fainted.

Harry stood up with the support of the pillar, his wand was clutched tightly in his hand, but he didn't raise his hand.

The Dark Lord stopped his hands temporarily, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell what his mood was: "Your reaction is really much more sensitive than before, Harry."

Harry forced a smile: "Sir, it's all...you taught me well."

The elder tree's wand hung slightly, and the Dark Lord said in a commanding tone, "Come back with me."

With his left hand almost digging into the wall, Harry took a deep breath and uttered a single word: "...no."

"Where can you go if you're not by my side?" It was obvious that the Dark Lord was forcibly suppressing his anger, his brows were deeply frowned, and he squeezed out a word, his tone became more and more mean, "Huo Huo, whom you voluntarily abandoned Gwartz? Dumbledore in a coma? A Muggle pen pal you know who can't save himself? Or your godfather?"

Harry didn't answer.

This silence made the Dark Lord even more angry. He thumped the table beside him, and said as if venting his anger: "Do you think you are still that pure white savior? How casually you use the Unforgivable Curse, who have you read?" memory? Whose soul have you taken?"

The Elder Wand was raised again and aimed at Harry: "How can you adapt to that wizarding world where nothing is allowed and no privileges!"

The author has something to say: trembling under the 40-meter long knife of the little angels TAT

The finale is only halfway through, I dug up the foreshadowing just for the ending HE, I beg the little angels to kill TAT after reading the ending