[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"So why did you come to visit the Muggle Museum on your spring outing?" This was the third time Harry heard Voldemort complaining subconsciously. He tried not to laugh out loud, and patiently explained: "There's nothing wrong with museums." , this place is really not as bad as you imagined, and if you look at it slowly, there are many interesting collections." Voldemort snorted, stopped talking, and just looked at the huge building through Harry's eyes .

"Children, follow me closely and don't get lost." Miss Michelle turned around and greeted the children in Class [-], Grade [-].Harry looked around, and found that he seemed to be a little far away from the rest of the class. He didn't care about arguing with Voldemort for a moment, and hurried a few steps to follow.

The children in the upper grades have already started to move freely at this moment. The leading teacher of each class only needs to make an appointment with the students to gather back to school in the afternoon, and will not care about other things, but they obviously can't.Not to mention that the British Museum is really a place with an exceptionally large flow of people. There are a lot of fish and dragons, and there are inevitably a few villains in it. The collection is not without risk factors. It is not a pleasant thing to bump into. Children aged six or seven are prone to accidents when traveling alone.However, this does not mean that they have to follow Ms. Michelle all day without any independent space. Ms. Michelle will choose a venue that she thinks is relatively safe, and then the children can be in this range. Free activities are nothing more than a gathering at lunch time compared to the senior grades.

Miss Michel finally chose the Museum of Oriental Art, a place Harry is not unfamiliar with at all. After all, he once traveled to that distant country in his previous life, and the magnificent civilization that was completely different from the West dazzled him at that time. fan. "You seem to be looking forward to it?" Voldemort asked thoughtfully. Since entering the museum, he stopped complaining, and the silence made Harry feel that his whole body was not right. "Yes, oriental art has a unique vitality, and you will understand it when you see it." Saying this, Harry couldn't help but recalled the vast desert he rode a camel through. The ancient pyramid has a mysterious power that makes people unconsciously admire.

"Where is that place?" Voldemort asked suddenly, his voice rarely lacked the casual sarcasm, the seriousness made Harry subconsciously tense up: "What, where are you talking about?" "That desert, There are also square cone-shaped buildings, have you been there?" There was something Harry couldn't understand in Voldemort's voice, but Harry didn't feel that there was anything to hide because it was too famous after all. The building has almost become a symbol and symbol of a country.So what if he didn't tell Voldemort, the fellow would know sooner or later, maybe not even within an hour.Glancing at the gate of the venue that was close at hand, Harry felt a little hesitant for the first time. Is it really the right decision for him to actively lead Voldemort to get to know and understand the Muggle world?

"Egypt, the pyramid-shaped building you mentioned is the pyramid of Egypt." Harry explained the location before Voldemort got impatient, and then carefully watched Voldemort's mood changes. "Exact location, Potter, where is it?" Voldemort seemed a little excited, but he was trying his best to suppress this emotion, as if he didn't want Harry to find out.So, what does this mean? It can't be that Voldemort suddenly became interested in Muggle architecture, that would be too weird.

"It's in the desert, how can you be more specific?" Harry really didn't understand the meaning of Voldemort's further question. Could it be that he was asked to give a specific latitude and longitude coordinates? It seemed possible, but he doubted Voldemort very much. Do you really understand latitude and longitude?In terms of magic, he probably still can't compare with Voldemort in this life. Voldemort obviously has in-depth research on those profound, even almost lost ancient spells and runes, which Harry never thought of comparing. , but about things in the Muggle world, Harry can guarantee that he knows more than Voldemort's previous life and this life combined.Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel a little elated, even though he thought about it carefully, there was nothing to be proud of.

"How did you find it there?" Voldemort didn't seem to intend to let go of the question so easily, he continued to ask in a different way, not eager at all like the Voldemort Harry knew. "What's the matter with you today, why are you suddenly so interested in Muggle buildings?" Harry felt that something was wrong no matter what he thought, he was not a person who likes to go around in circles, so he asked directly.

"What do you know, boy, why do you think it's the work of Muggles." As soon as Muggles were mentioned, Voldemort's voice immediately carried the sarcasm and disdain that Harry was very familiar with: "This should be a wizard." It is impossible for Muggles to do this." "Well, I don't know why you are so sure that Muggles can't do it," Harry coughed lightly, and continued slowly: "But That's really just a Muggle tomb, the tomb of an Egyptian king almost 5000 years ago." "Tomb, you mean the tomb?" Voldemort seemed even more excited, and even this time Harry could clearly feel a kind of ecstasy pounding his brain.

"Don't think so much, Voldemort." There are not many things that can make the Dark Lord so excited, Harry turned around a few times before turning back: "Although it is rumored that the souls sleeping in the pyramids can be extradited To heaven, but that's just a legend, you can't really die once, go and verify whether the legend is correct." "No, I obviously don't care about heaven," said Voldemort when he said the last two words There was a distorted malice in his voice, as if nothing disgusted him more than these two words: "But there may be some other things hidden in it, Harry, don't you have any interest in immortality at all? "Voldemort seemed to be trying to seduce Harry deliberately. Maybe even the real devil from hell couldn't be better at using words to deceive people than him. It's a pity that he chose the wrong chip.

"Not interested." Harry replied dryly: "At the same time, I don't understand why you are so interested." Now they have been walking around this exhibition hall for a while, but none of them have seriously looked at the collection, Instead, there is a certain sense of confrontation in the consciousness, and it really feels a bit thrilling to savor it carefully.

"Eternal life is obviously one of the most powerful forces in this world, because the dead are not allowed to have any wishes. Only when they are alive can they ask for more things." Voldemort's tone was obviously fanatical and obsessed, Even though Harry couldn't agree with him at all, at least for now he didn't want to argue with Voldemort on the issue.Totally pointless, Harry thought, there was no way Voldemort would be listening.

It seems that, just the next day, Harry has completely forgotten their previous agreement, but this may not be the case, even Harry himself did not realize that his deep-rooted understanding of Voldemort comes from In his previous life, at least so far, he had no intention of getting to know Voldemort again.If he just wants to hang out with Voldemort without incident, it doesn't really matter whether he changes his mind or not, but if Harry wants to change something, he must first recognize the essence of the devil. Paranoia and madness are actually both. Just a part of character.

"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you about this." In the end, it was basically only Harry who compromised: "If you are interested, maybe we can go and see it later, although compared with the pyramid, I am more I like the pigeons in Cairo." "The roasted pigeons taste better, sometimes the braised ones are too greasy." Voldemort continued the sentence very naturally, and then stopped suddenly, Harry blinked his eyes in disbelief. Knowing how to answer him, should I say that I also like the roasted one, or tell him that braised ones may not be greasy, it depends on the skill of the chef?