[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

The picture is broken, the light and shadow are rotating, and the distorted lines outline a chaotic reality and heart.When the fragments of the past were gone, only the two people who were shocked by the fragments of the past remained in the study, as well as the Three Hallows that were still shining slightly.

Harry rubbed his head dazedly, he felt he was still in the aftereffects of Apparating, everything outside was out of place - or not out of place, he was just dreaming.

The Dark Lord seemed to be approaching slowly, but Harry didn't give any response, he was still in a daze, the horrific war and death in that world, the dazedness and pain he felt like a walking dead after the war, and his A wish made to God of Death.

That world—or more accurately, it may be described as "previous life"—the stories from his perspective seem to have really happened. Those tragic stories that happened, the pain of losing loved ones and friends, the little one Sirius, Dumbledore, Dobby, Lupine...

Tears ooze unconsciously from the corners of Harry's eyes. He empathizes with his own pain in that world, and it hurts deeply.

—I must be dreaming.

Dazed, Harry tried to convince himself.He was still immersed in those pains, struggling, suffering, and sinking.The black past is like a vortex, singing sad tunes, pulling him into the abyss.

——Is this... not a dream?

There was a slight touch on his cheek, as if someone was wiping away his tears.

There was a gentle touch on the lips, it seemed... like a soft, tentative kiss.

There was a voice calling in his ear, one voice, one voice, one voice, gradually becoming clear from the distant chaotic state: "...Harry, Harry, Harry..."

——This...is not a dream.

Harry finally wrestled from the fragments of his past memories.

His vision changed from blurry to clear, and then he focused on the Dark Lord who was hugging him.

The Dark Lord kissed him softly again.This kiss was gentle and shallow, without any sexual taste, but more like a comfort.

Harry heard the Dark Lord say, "Harry, I'm here."

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt the urge to cry, and he did.

There is no image and wanton indulgence, as if a child who can't eat sugar is acting like a baby at his parents, as if all the pressure, pain, and entanglement in the past period of time will be released in these tears.

The Dark Lord was very at a loss. He tried to kiss Harry again, but he was bitten by Harry proudly. His Royal Highness, who couldn't laugh or cry, froze for a while, and was glared at by Harry again. , indicating to continue to hold.

In the end, the poor Demon King had no choice but to hug Harry tightly and stroke Harry's back over and over again as a comfort.

Crying faintly, until he was exhausted, Harry finally calmed down his emotions a bit, changing from tears to sobs.

This crying seemed to smooth out some dark grooves, Harry wiped away his tears, and suddenly felt confident: "You made me hesitate between Professor Dumbledore and you!"

The Dark Lord's EQ went online in an instant, and he immediately replied: "Blame me, it's all my fault."

"You forced me to betray my family and friends!"

"Blame me, blame me."

"You never came to see me!"

"Blame me, blame me."

"I'm going to hammer your chest with a small fist!"

"Well, you hammer."

Harry was amused by the answer, wiped away another tear, and then felt ashamed of the stupid conversation.

The Dark Lord smiled and nodded the thin blush on Harry's face, and said softly, "Harry, I actually miss you very much."

Harry smiled sheepishly: "Sir, actually...me too."

"Look, since I miss you very much, you also miss me very much." The Dark Lord spread his hands with a smile, "Now we know even more that our destiny has gathered from the previous life to this life, and my present life..." His gaze changed from The three holy artifacts still exuding silver light shuttled past, "My life originated from you, and you have a piece of my soul. We are destined to be entangled and inseparable."

After a pause, the Dark Lord smiled more gently: "Come back to me, okay?"

The atmosphere is so gentle, the dialogue is so charming, the handsome lover is begging for your return, like the most beautiful rainbow after the storm.

Harry closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look at his lover next to him.

He heard himself answer coldly: "No."

The atmosphere instantly froze.

After a long time—Harry felt that it had been almost a century—the Dark Lord finally broke the awkward silence, his voice was lowered, his voice was still gentle, but it seemed a bit oppressive for no reason: "Why? "

Yeah, why?

Harry opened his eyes, with some tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes. He turned to look at His Highness the Demon King beside him, as if he saw the small teacup being pulled into the darkness by Hannibal and was about to break, and also as if he saw the teacup sitting on the ground. Professor Dumbledore looked at him kindly by the window, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into the world's fierce war, tragic death and numbness after the war.

"Is it because I hid the news that you are my Horcrux?" The Dark Lord frowned and explained, "Harry, I hid the news to protect you. I don't want to tell you this fact. Never mentioned this matter, I don't want my enemies to deal with you for this reason..."

He looked at Harry's unchanged face, and sighed: "Harry, I was wrong to hide this news, but the Horcrux matter is the origin of all our stories. I think of you differently because of this, and then That's why we know each other and love each other. Isn't it good?"

Harry lowered his head and played with his fingers: "...Sir, I was very sad at first, but then I figured it out, you taught me to study and research, and the stories we experienced together, those sweet things Love is not fake."

"It's not because of Horcruxes? Then..." The Dark Lord tapped his temple with his finger, "Is it because of Dumbledore? I have thought about it carefully, Harry, if it is your expectation, I can make concessions for you... ..."

Harry suddenly became irritable, he had the urge to yell, or cry again, but he finally restrained himself: "...No! Neither."

——Sir, he didn't understand these times at all, where is his most painful and tangled point!

—Don't rush, Harry, you can't rush.The path you want to take is hard, and you have to take your time.

He took a deep breath, prepared his words, and opened his mouth slowly: "What I want is not a temporary concession, sir."

He has been preparing these words for a long time. Ever since he made up his mind to take a path of peaceful integration, he has been studying the feasibility of this path.However, the fragments of time and space evoked by the gathering of the Three Hallows with his former and current masters interrupted what Harry was about to say.

But these words must always be said.

"Remember the last time we met, sir?"

"Remember," said the Dark Lord, "it was very... tragic, to be honest."

Harry was amused by this adjective, and he said with a smile: "At that time, sir, you said, I can't refute the Muggle threat theory, and I can't stop you from launching a war for the future of wizards."

"Sir, you are always very reasonable." Harry's smile gradually subsided, "But...but I want to try a different path."

Harry knew how to best convince the Dark Lord.His husband is a down-to-earth pragmatist. Rather than impressing him with emotion, examples, data, and facts are more effective.Logical statements are more effective than bitter entreaties.

Harry encouraged himself inwardly, and continued, "Sir, do you still remember what you said about Grindelwald back then? You said that he participated in World War II and made a very good attempt on the road of exploring Muggles and wizards." — but, sir, if you notice, you will find that the wizarding casualties in Europe were actually very high during that period."

Harry sneered, quite aggrieved: "That guy always looks like he is number one in the world, but in fact, he didn't even start a war between wizards and Muggles, and the wizards in Europe dropped by three points. One. A full third!"

"That's because Grindelwald is stupid enough to use wizards to directly intervene in wars," said the Dark Lord, who understood Harry's implication. "Harry, if you are worried that I will start a war and kill too many wizards." If you die, you can relax a little bit. I have the Deathly Hallows, and the ones who charge ahead will be corpses. The wizard only needs to manipulate some people's hearts. I have almost studied the weapons of Muggles now, and I have ways to deal with them. .”

"Sir," Harry smiled wryly, "During this period of time, I have seriously studied the history of Muggles, and I am afraid that things may exceed your imagination-the key is not the weapons that exist now, but the future. Do you think there are Deathly Hallows Is the chance to win? Grindelwald and Hitler also felt that they had the chance to win. What happened?

"The war potential of Muggles is too powerful. I studied it. From World War I to World War II, there were tanks, bacterial weapons, submarines, helicopters...and even the invention of gunpowder in the end. And the time in between But 30 years. There are too many of them, too many elites, and more people with potential, and wars often produce heroes in troubled times.”

"As for wizards, just such a small number of people can't be said to have any potential for war at all. If you lose a little, you will be terribly distressed..." Harry's voice became low, "What's more, the dead ones are alive and well." My friends and relatives!"