[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Son, are you awake?" Harry's limp body that was about to fall down again was supported by a pair of strong arms, and a gentle male voice sounded in his ears, loving and kind.Harry followed the sound, and the old man who was sitting sideways by the bed looked at him with a smile. He added a cushion behind his waist with a very natural movement, and then supported him to slowly lean against the head of the bed.

"Hello, sorry to disturb you, who are you?" Harry's mind went blank, and he vaguely remembered what happened before. The old man in front of him looked familiar, but Harry couldn't remember it for a while Who is he, so he hesitated to ask, while maintaining a slightly shy expression in politeness.

"Oh, I'm the administrator of this library. You can call me Mr. Flotton. I remember your name is Harry, Harry Potter, right?" There was something in the old man's smile that Harry felt The familiar elements, yes, to some extent overlap with the Dumbledore in Harry's memory, but they are not the same. Without the sense of omniscient insight, it seems more real and approachable.

"Hello, Mr. Flotton, I'm Harry Potter, you can call me Harry." Almost unconsciously, Harry smiled brightly at him. In front of such a gentle and loving elder, Harry He felt that it was difficult for him to pretend to be himself, and he simply couldn't bear the mask of alienation in that kind of politeness, especially after the barrier between him and the world was broken.

"Okay, Harry, I think I remember you, you come to the library every week, isn't it... There are not many children who love knowledge like this now." Mr. Floton narrowed his eyes slightly as if recalling, and turned to the library. He tilted his head to one side, then smiled at Harry with a wink: "It's a good thing, kid, but don't try some too dangerous experiments, some are just fabricated, some may be real, but the risk factor is very high , is likely to bring you trouble."

Mr. Flotton's tone has always been gentle. When he mentioned this point, he was a little more serious, but he didn't mean to reprimand or anything similar. It was just an old man's advice to the younger generation.Appropriate, like the cup of warm lemon and honey water in front of you when you finally sit in the hotel after trekking in the snow all night, the slightly astringent sweetness is hidden, and it warms your heart all the time. "I understand, Mr. Flotton. I will pay attention to it in the future." Harry replied in a low voice. Of course he knew what Mr. Flotton was talking about. He had just glanced at the book that could be called the culprit. The magic book was lying quietly on the small cabinet beside the bed.

But speaking of which, what about Voldemort, who seems to have not heard him speak since he woke up?Suddenly remembering that Voldemort was no less affected than him before this, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't care about it now, and called out in his consciousness with a bit of worry in his tone: "Voldemort, Voldemort, are you okay? "Harry didn't get a response. The soul who had been forcibly tied up with him for three years... counting the entanglement with each other for nearly 20 years, suddenly disappeared. Harry suddenly felt a little at a loss. Mixed with bewilderment and loss.

He obviously didn't want to see that person again, why did he feel a little bit reluctant now? No, it was definitely not reluctance, at most it was just not getting used to it... Harry awkwardly denied his emotions, there was no such thing as Thinking deeply about the meaning, anyway, there is no time for him to think about it now.

Originally, Harry really wanted to have a good chat with Mr. Floton, but after realizing that Voldemort had disappeared suddenly, he no longer had this kind of interest. While dealing with it indiscriminately, he tried to touch the connection in his consciousness.After signing that contract, shouldn't the connection between them be closer, but instead...the connection can no longer be opened at all, Harry felt that he was a bit square, no, not a bit, he had almost turned into a cube up!

"Oh, the old people's memory is always not very good. Indeed, it's a bit late now, and I think you should go home too." Mr. Floton smiled tolerantly. He noticed Harry's absent-mindedness, But he obviously understood other aspects.It's a bit late...?Harry was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look out the window, only to notice that the sun was setting and the twilight was dim outside.Unfortunately, when he came out today, he didn't tell the Dursleys in advance that he won't be going at this moment. They're probably in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Harry felt more comfortable. He hurriedly said goodbye to Mr. Floton, and then hurried back. His current physical condition is also terrible, and he finds it difficult to run a few steps , but his bluish complexion will provide an excellent excuse for his late return.Aunt Petunia didn't ask him where he was at all, and Qin Kejian's impatience when she opened the door disappeared without a trace, and even a trace of worry turned into anxiety, and drove Harry upstairs to his own small room without hesitation. and then turned to the kitchen to make him a Ginger Coke.

"Drink this, and then go to bed early, make sure to cover the quilt tonight." Aunt Petunia simply told, put the Coke on the bedside, and carefully looked at Harry's face, then turned and left In recent years, their relationship has indeed eased a lot, but Aunt Petunia is still not used to being too close to Harry, and more often, she will still communicate with Harry in a blunt and preaching tone. "Don't worry, Aunt Petunia, I can take care of myself, thank you for your concern." Harry raised his voice to Petunia's back, and noticed that the thin woman's footsteps stopped for a moment, and then he didn't say anything, just He quickened his pace and quickly disappeared from Harry's sight.

Well, now he has time and space to deal with his own personal problems, Harry thought, channeling the meager mental power he had accumulated for a while, slowly but carefully exploring the realm of his consciousness, and finally reached the Somewhere, the familiar feeling made his heart tremble suddenly.

"Voldemort, are you okay?" As he asked, he injected most of his soul power into it, and during the process, he felt quite obvious changes. 'You and I are one body', what Voldemort said is right at all, this transformation process will not be lost even now, it is as perfect as passing something from the left hand to the right hand.Now Harry can clearly sense the changes in Voldemort, and he gradually wakes up from his deep sleep. Harry's last touch is like the kiss that the prince gave to the sleeping princess. The princess's long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and then she woke up... No, it seemed that something strange had mixed in.

But in short, Voldemort woke up, and he quickly realized the current situation. "Oh, you're still walking back...looks okay?" Harry guessed that he wanted to say this in the half-sarcastic, half-joking tone he used to say, but the weak tone made this The effect was greatly discounted, and most of the anger that Harry had held back for a long time disappeared inexplicably.To be honest, he was very, very rarely. It can be said that he had almost never seen Voldemort so weak. The complaints that had been prepared before were automatically and consciously quieted down. Harry sighed deeply. He took a deep breath, and replied in a muffled voice: "Thanks to you, it's very bad now."

Voldemort stopped talking again, and Harry's heart began to fluctuate along with his incomprehensible silence. What's the matter, is he trying to use this to plot against him, or is he simply struggling with this not-so-comfortable thing? The consequences of being happy?Anyway, the possibility of Voldemort regretting it is very small, and of course it is even more impossible to feel sorry for it. After all these years together, Harry really doesn't think that Voldemort has ever taken his feelings into consideration.

"Not in the future, boy, of course I have to take care of my emotions as the only human Horcrux, not to mention, we are alone now, aren't we?" Voldemort comforted hypocritically, but his tone seemed extraordinarily strange, as if There is also a little bit of seriousness in it. "Don't think too much about it, boy, I promise you'll be serious this time," Voldemort added lazily, but Harry was not at all pleased. "Can you restrain yourself, Voldemort, don't forget that the contract is two-way, I didn't use it to spy on your thoughts, can't you also restrain your strong curiosity?!" Harry's tone was very excited, The other party did not respond equally to this.

"Don't say it as if you can really see something, Potter, if you want to keep your own little secret, just keep an eye on your own brain." Voldemort's attitude was obviously dismissive, and Harry's brain defense technique Level, cough, of course Harry can't compare with Voldemort in this point, but it doesn't mean he just wants to be ridiculed like this.Perhaps it was because of a hothead, Harry simply drove his little remaining soul power across the boundary and broke into Voldemort's side. Although it was only a small fragment, he did see something, something that Voldemort obviously would not want to let go. something he knows.