[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Actually, I knew it a long time ago, so I never liked you before." Dali wiped the mixture of sweat and dust on his face, and said lightly: "You probably don't remember, after all, we all I'm still young... probably because I went a little too far that time, and then you made me float."

Hearing this, Harry's hand that was handing him the towel trembled violently, and he opened his eyes wide and looked at Dali in surprise: "What, I have done such a thing before?" Harry's eyes were half innocent and seven half blank. , It’s true that I can’t remember, but it doesn’t mean that the kid who was floated into the air doesn’t remember either.

Dali glared at him: "Don't deny it, I said you did it, you did it, but it doesn't mean anything, Harry. I don't care if you are a wizard, a monster, or anything else, at least I think At present, we can still coexist peacefully, as long as you don't use that kind of power to do anything to me." Little fat Dali held his chin thoughtfully, put his elbows on his knees, and turned his head to look at Harry for a while. , and then slowly continued: "Harry, you don't have to say sorry, it's your freedom to do what you want to do, of course I have no right to interfere, but you shouldn't just leave!" Dali The voice suddenly became agitated here, he had no reason to interfere with Harry's choice, but such behavior was really meaningless.

"I don't know if you will accept it," Harry suddenly interrupted what Dudley wanted to say: "I'm just worried that once you know, there are some things..." Harry didn't want to go on, there were many things to say It's pointless to come out.Dudley had a straight face, although his baby fat was too fat, and his expressions were strangely cute, but Harry still realized that he was angry.Looking at Harry in that position for a while, the light in Dali's eyes gradually turned into disappointment. "Forget it, do whatever you want, I'm really too busy to care about you!" Oh, it sounds so good, it's just because I don't want to believe it.Dali's tone turned cold. He was used to willfulness, and it was rare for him to feel that he was really sincere to someone, but that person only regarded them as casual acquaintances. Dali was going to feel wronged now!

"I didn't mean that," Harry wanted to explain, as if he also knew that his expression could easily cause misunderstanding, but Dali didn't give him this chance, the little fat man waved his hand and slapped Harry's arm hard, and pushed him hard Immediately, he got up and ran out.Harry didn't go after him, he pursed his lips and watched Dudley's back disappear at the end of the corridor, forced the corners of his mouth to rise, and smiled inexplicably, forget it, that's it... that's fine.

"What on earth do you want to do? I thought your ability to express shouldn't really fall back to the level of an 11-year-old?" Voldemort asked subconsciously. I believe that the savior does not know what kind of ambiguity exists in his semantics, but the savior still said so, why?

"If I had lived in the Muggle world for the rest of my life, then I definitely wouldn't do it," Harry replied calmly. He collected his emotions and picked up the backpack that had just been thrown aside: "But after all I'm leaving, and I don't know what will happen in the future, so why let them worry about it, Aunt Petunia will never forget, but there is no need for Dudley." Voldemort was silent, he felt that he understood the meaning of the savior In other words, Harry was too dazed and unconfident about his future, so he cut off everything that could be broken before leaving, so that even if he accidentally remembered it in the future, he wouldn't miss it too much.

"Let's go, Voldemort, isn't this the result you've always wanted?" Harry's voice was extremely calm, and there was no disturbance at all, but he could still hear some disappointment.He carried his schoolbag and walked out without any intention of turning back.Voldemort didn't answer. This was indeed what he wanted, but the result didn't make him so comfortable. As for the reason... maybe part of it was attributed to Harry.

When Harry walked out the door, it was afternoon, and the warm sun shone on his body, making him squint his eyes subconsciously.Taking out the exquisite metal cage from his pocket, Harry opened the cage door. The dark blue bird twittered softly, shot out of the air like an arrow, and disappeared in Harry's room in an instant. within sight.

Uninterestedly, he walked slowly towards the agreed meeting place. Harry didn't guess who he would meet.

"Harry, it's you...you are the little wizard that Uncle Morris is going to pick up?" A pair of beautiful gray eyes stared at Harry without concealing the surprise in it, and its owner was standing beside Morris On closer inspection, their faces turned out to be unusually similar, but Morris was more rigid, while this boy was more refined.Harry was also stunned, he never thought that he would see this person after leaving Valentine Elementary School, but now, the boy was standing opposite him, so he blurted out: "Chris...are you relatives? "The similar name may not explain anything, but coupled with the similar appearance, Harry did not expect that he had been classmates for several years, and he didn't know that Chris was also a little wizard until now.

"Yeah, wizards or something, I knew about it a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to be like me." Chris laughed, every expression and every movement of him casually carried the elegance engraved in his bones, which was really pleasing to the eye That's right, but you'll get used to it after watching too much, especially the aristocratic style that is multiplying upwards now... Harry's eyes silently passed him and turned directly to the people around him, tsk, why are you pretending.

"Hey, haven't you missed me since we haven't seen each other for so long, dear tablemate?" Chris raised his eyebrows with a strange tone, Harry glanced at him inexplicably, and then said hello to Morris first: " Hello, Mr. Morris, I'm ready, when shall we go?"

Morris looked back at Harry with a smile: "Anytime, Harry, but maybe we can have lunch first?" Harry's expression froze for a moment, which was telling him... because he came out too early, Is that why I delayed my lunch?No, no, don't be like this, Harry shook his head vigorously slightly, clearing all those messy thoughts from his mind, I don't know if it's because he has been with Voldemort for a long time, now he always listens to others talking Some magical thoughts turn upwards, basically where they go.

"Of course, I have no objection, Mr. Morris." Harry obediently agreed, moved a few steps to the side, and stood with Chris. "What's your relationship with Mr. Morris?" Seeing Morris turning to appease the coquettish griffin, Harry lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Also, didn't you say that there is a deep gap between the American wizarding world and the Muggle world? How did you go to a Muggle primary school?"

Chris also moved closer to this side, and also lowered his voice to answer: "Maurice is my uncle, my father's younger brother. As for the school... my mother is an English wizard, and I went to Valentine Primary School when I was a child. That's why I was sent here. It is said that the American wizarding world and the Muggle world really can't have any intersection, but the UK doesn't care about that much." Chris said, while sneaking a glance at Morris.

The man with blond hair, tall and straight, and a god-like face turned his back to them, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.Morris didn't object to his nephew forming a wonderful friendship with this interesting-looking little guy, but he didn't want Chris to reveal too much, so he coughed softly.Although the voice was not loud, the two over there could hear clearly. Harry rubbed his nose and shrank back obediently. Chris also put on that little aristocratic airs again, but the two When people looked at each other and smiled, their eyes were clearly full of tacit understanding.

"Let's go, I remember there's a nice restaurant nearby." Morris glanced at them, didn't say anything, and walked straight forward. Harry and Chris looked at each other and followed quickly.

"Chris, do you think we can make it tonight?" Coming to this clearing for the third time, Harry climbed up the broad back of the griffin with difficulty, poked the boy beside him, and asked in a low voice. "It's hard to say, anyway, I don't think so." Chris hesitated. The United States is quite far away. When I came here, I turned several fireplaces and used the short-distance portkey before riding a Pegasus. , As for the Griffon Beast... I don't know how fast it is.

"Believe me, children, you can sleep in bed tonight." Morris heard their conversation, he laughed, and stretched out his hand to ruffle the hair of both of them into a messy bird's nest: "But you have to do it." You have to be mentally prepared, this journey will not be too comfortable." Before Harry could give him a terrified look, the griffin had stood up, took a few steps, and then stretched out its huge wings, flapping Rush into the sky.

Harry's feet were unsteady, and he staggered and knelt directly on the lion's back. He suppressed the exclamation that had reached his throat, and tightly grasped the soft long hair of the griffin. "Mr. Morris, won't it slide down like this?" Harry tried his best to keep his tone calm. When he raised his head, he saw Morris staring at him with a smirk like a child playing a prank.Seeing that Harry didn't have the reaction he expected, Morris sighed in frustration, and stretched out his hand to help Harry stand up. "Don't be afraid, look around," Morris said.Harry looked around subconsciously, only to find that there was a thin wall of light completely surrounding them, so although the speed of the griffin was fast, he didn't feel the strong wind blowing in his face.

He had almost guessed the function of this wall of light, so the last bit of nervousness in Harry's heart disappeared. In fact, he was not too worried. After all, Morris dared to take him and Chris to ride a griffin. The beast went back, which meant that there must be some protective measures on it, and it was as expected... Well, that's what Voldemort told him.

Harry put out his hand to try it, and finding that he really couldn't move part of his body out of the light wall, he turned to look at Chris.There was no trace of fear in the boy's beautiful gray eyes, it was pure excitement that was about to explode. "Chris, are you okay?" Harry blinked and asked a little worried, and Chris rushed forward. "Harry, it's a griffin. It's really a griffin. I'm going back in a griffin!" Gray eyes were shining brightly, but Harry couldn't comprehend that he didn't know where he came from. passion.

"Didn't you just see it, what's so exciting about it." Harry didn't really want to dampen his friend's enthusiasm, but he still couldn't help asking in a low voice. "But it's not an ordinary griffin, it's a griffin from Edith!" Chris was still very excited, if it wasn't on the back of a lion, Harry felt that he would be able to run three laps around the block to express his feelings My own excitement: "I thought I was wrong just now, but look, it's really a golden feather, and it's super soft."

Hey, hey, young man, what about the etiquette for the little nobles? Harry was almost dumbfounded as he watched Chris desperately stretching his arms to touch the feathers on the wings of the griffin. He covered his eyes and sighed deeply. He lowered his head at such an angle that he could almost bury his head in his arms.What, isn't a griffin beast a griffin beast? Is there really a difference?Harry knew that someone could answer his question now, but thinking about the way the man spoke, Harry suddenly didn't want to know what a griffin from Edith was, so let him be so quiet for a while.