[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

After a suffocating squeezing process, he slipped out of the fragile warmth, and the bone-chilling chill hit his face.Even though he clearly knew that it was not real, but just a fragment of broken memory, Harry still shivered.Just now, he was so excited that he didn't know what he had done. The direct result of this kind of mindless behavior is that Harry has no way to control the subsequent development of the matter... He is only vaguely aware of the time when this memory happened , in Voldemort's infancy, the moment he was just born.

Harry's consciousness was drawn into it, and he seemed to be the baby Voldemort himself now, without even opening his eyes, so weak that he couldn't move at all.The warmth of the liquid on his face only stayed for a few seconds before it almost froze into ice... The temperature was just on the surface, and it would only make him feel colder later, it was the kind of helpless feeling soaked in the bone marrow. Bear the cold.Harry opened his mouth uncontrollably, and unconsciously licked the supercooled liquid with the tip of his tongue. In an instant, a strong smell of blood filled his mouth. It was blood... blood from the mother's womb!

The temperature is still dropping, he has been exposed to the biting cold wind for too long, and now he is just wrapped in a thin blanket, which is not enough to protect him in the snowstorm .An indescribable fear rose in his consciousness. It was not Harry himself, but Voldemort's emotion.

So Voldemort felt fear too... so this was Voldemort's fear, of cold and death? !Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and his consciousness was pulled away from the fragments. Harry felt that he seemed to understand something... Perhaps, this is the reason why Voldemort pursued immortality so persistently, because from the very beginning of his life, he was always feared by him. Coerced, perhaps until the end could not break free.For a moment, Harry felt that he was almost starting to feel sorry for Voldemort, but he quickly suppressed this emotion. Voldemort would not want to see this. No matter how depressed and painful that person is, he doesn't need anyone. Sympathy, he only wants the fear and admiration of others.

Harry thought this would be over soon, but it wasn't, his mind being forcibly ripped into the next shard.Now he should be in the body of the young Riddle, pursed his lips slightly and tightened his expression, and looked at the middle-aged man who was roaring on the opposite side with no expression on his face. The man's face was originally extremely handsome, and his figure should also be abnormal He was slender and straight, but years of drinking and sex had hollowed out his body. If it wasn't for the fact that his face was somewhat similar in line to the 16-year-old Riddle, Harry might not be able to tell his identity.

But Harry recognized him now, Tom Riddle, Voldemort's Muggle father.Harry thinks he knows where this is, the time when Voldemort took the Gaunts' ring, killed his father's family, and blamed his uncle.Harry tried hard to control his will and lowered his gaze. On the index finger of his left hand, the familiar black stone was perfectly inlaid on the wide ring setting.That's right, Harry tried his best to control this body and not make irreversible choices. Killing relatives, even if viewed by the most tolerant moral standards, is absolutely unforgivable.

Harry couldn't hear what old Riddle was yelling, but occasionally he could hear a few clear words, disgusting, monster, little bastard... The anger was gushing from the bottom of his heart, and Harry carefully felt every emotion of Voldemort Changes, and carefully pay attention not to let myself fall into it.After all, that kind of emotion was too violent, anger mixed with disappointment, disdain entangled with sorrow, and finally gathered into a sharp killing intent that could almost break the void.

Harry heard a voice whispering in his ear.

Kill him, kill that Muggle, and cover up what happened here.From now on, you are just a descendant of Slytherin, you only need the greatest and proudest part of your bloodline, it doesn't matter who your parents are, because they can't appear in front of anyone anymore, after all, the dead It has no value of being remembered.

Harry sighed slightly, and his heart became more and more heavy. Before the 17-year-old Tom Riddle uttered the fatal spell, his consciousness left his body and continued to rush to the next fragment. Harry finally stopped the incident. It happened, he didn't want to pry into Voldemort's memory anymore, that was really not a happy thing.

"Have you seen enough?" A force assisted Harry, pulling his consciousness away from Voldemort's side, and now he finally faced Voldemort head-on again. The tall, thin man stared coldly at Harry's blood The red eyes were as bright as they could shine, and he dragged his voice but lowered his voice: "You go too deep, boy, those are not what you should see." Voldemort's face was still flat and pale, Japanese thriller blockbuster The general sense of horror made Harry take a step back, and stared warily at the tall man opposite him.

"That's what you asked for, Voldemort, you were the one who doubted my ability first." The words that were meant to apologize, but somehow changed when the words came to his lips, and Voldemort's face became even more gloomy: "You It's just taking advantage of the contract, boy, you think your half-baked level..." He didn't go on, after all, it's unreasonable to put Harry here to compare with him, and it seems very unfair just by age , So he snorted coldly, ignored Harry, and turned his gaze over Harry's shoulder to a very distant place.

"What are you looking at?" For some reason, Harry felt a little guilty now, he walked slowly to Voldemort's side, and asked in a calm and calm tone. "What do you think I'm looking at?" Unexpectedly, Voldemort responded to him. The man lowered his head, his figure and the vast galaxy behind him were clearly reflected in his blood-red pupils: "Do you think we where are you now?"

"Uh, in my consciousness?" Harry was stunned for a moment, trying to figure out Voldemort's tone and answered cautiously. Since he has no way to control Voldemort now, he doesn't want to offend the Lord Demon King again in a short time. God knows what else he can do.Voldemort saw Harry's thoughts clearly, but he just sneered and refused to comment. The Savior's brain circuit was not on the same plane as his, and he had already realized this.

"Well, even if what I said is wrong, what place do you think this is?" Unintentionally glanced at Voldemort just in time to raise the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, Harry covered his face and sighed heavily, asking helplessly.Hey, if he is wrong, he is wrong, just remind him to correct it, what kind of trouble is he trying to make with such a half-smile, half-sarcasm!

"I think we can talk," Voldemort finally adjusted his tone to a tone that Harry could accept: "Starting today, I will help you as much as I can...whether it is a Muggle course or What else, and what you have to do is to provide me with the greatest convenience, I need a new body, on this point, I believe you can understand." This clause seems unfair at all, but Harry still Agreed, new body... which meant at least he could be separated from Voldemort to a large extent, he needed freedom, and he had been longing for this freedom for three years!

"Then, come back to the wizarding world with me..." Before Voldemort could finish the sentence, Harry interrupted him: "No, I don't agree, I won't go back, never!" Harry His tone was very resolute, and his emotions became agitated, and then... was perfectly suppressed by Voldemort's cold eyes, the aura of Lord Demon King is almost full, isn't it!Harry was silent, then turned his head and refused to meet Voldemort's eyes. This was basically a silent protest. His thoughts now are very simple. If he doesn't go back, he won't go back. Anyway, if I don't go back, what can you do to me? ? !Voldemort smiled casually and skipped this one.

"Don't pry into my memory again, Potter, of course you won't have this chance again... Believe me, no matter what the circumstances, as long as you do it again, I will never make it easier for you." Voldemort's tone To put it lightly, Harry choked and coughed for a long time: "Who should say this, Voldemort, if you can promise that you will never peep into my brain again, then of course I can make it." Such a guarantee!" "Oh, I'm sorry, Harry, but you have no right to be fair on this point, unless your brain defenses seem to me less porous," said Voldemort in an almost cheerful voice, and he He seemed to be in a good mood and added: "Of course, if you need it, I am willing to teach you."

"Thank you, but there's no need." Harry lowered his head depressedly. For the first time in three years, he felt so strongly that Voldemort's evil had really reached a certain level. Harry said that he wanted to strangle him right now, right?

"Let me think about it...Also, I will define the scope of your friendship in the future, and then I can guarantee that I will not do anything to them as long as they don't offend me." Voldemort's tone seemed to be giving Harry something great A gift, of course Harry didn't think so at all! "No, wait, Voldemort, why should you define the scope of my friendship? Don't I even have this little freedom?!" Perhaps Harry's tone was too excited this time, and the emotions mixed in it Extremely complicated, full of grief and indignation.Voldemort was silent for a while, and then took a step back: "Well, we can discuss this later, but your social circle must be within my sight, Harry, this is also to ensure your safety, don't forget us current relationship."

This time it was Harry who stopped talking, yes, based on his current relationship with Voldemort, is he still qualified to return to the passionate and youthful circle in his previous life?With a mature and vicissitudes of soul, even though he returned to his childhood body, he still lost the innocence of the past. Is he now the same as he was then?