[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Get up, you have to mow the lawn today, boy, don't try to be lazy!" It was Uncle Vernon's voice, Harry thought, he opened his eyes in a daze, and was shocked to find that he hadn't done what he expected. Lying in the hospital like that, and this dark and small space made him feel very familiar. "Get up, I told you to get up, do you hear me?" Uncle Vernon was probably about to lose his temper, Harry thought so, he quickly got up from the bed, got dressed, then opened the door and went out, pretending not to notice He avoided the slap that Vernon Dursley was slapping at him.

"I see, Uncle Vernon." He replied with an obedient look, and the green eyes that met Dursley's were full of innocence and innocence. "You'd better finish it beautifully, boy," Dursley muttered, still failing to fix the slap, glared at Harry, made another threatening sentence, then put on his coat and hurried to go outside.

what is happening?Harry looked around in confusion, indeed...it was the place where he had lived for more than ten years, but why is he here now?Lowering his head, Harry checked himself carefully from top to bottom. Is this the legendary rebirth stalk? Then, he really died in that explosion?He stopped thinking about things that were definitely impossible to figure out, and began to observe his current situation.I can't remember the specifics, but it looks like it should be six or seven years old, and it is still far from Hogwarts.Why was Hogwarts the first reaction... Harry froze for a moment, he suddenly felt a little bit uncertain, not sure whether he would repeat the experience of his previous life this time.

That's right, with the memory of his previous life, he can make up for a lot of things, and he can also avoid the death of people around him to the greatest extent, but from the bottom of his heart, does he really want to return to Hogwarts?

Of course he didn't want to, not at all!

Like he'd said to his friends before, he thought the Muggle world was good, very good, and it really wasn't just an escape.It doesn't matter anymore, Harry sighed softly, raised his hand to pet the pet he had been with for decades, but found nothing, yes... 208 was no longer by his side, at this moment, Harry Feel so lonely. "What are you doing standing there, come over to eat," cried the thin little Aunt Petunia, taking off her apron, coming out of the kitchen, frowning, and going upstairs to call her sweetheart, Dudley, down to eat. .

There is always something that can be changed, isn't it?Harry smiled, then sat quietly at the table to eat breakfast, ignoring Dudley's mumbling complaints.After all, he was just a child, and it was common for him to behave wildly, and...his cousin was probably spoiled by his parents. "You can go out to play for a while after eating. At 09:30, I need you to come back and mow the lawn with me." Aunt Petunia spent a lot of effort, and finally managed to calm down all kinds of temper tantrums because of getting up early. Dudley turned his head and gave Harry a sharp remonstrance. "Yes, I'll be back on time, Aunt Petunia." Harry replied obediently, trying his best to make his expression more obedient.

Aunt Petunia gave him a surprised look, as if she couldn't believe it, but her expression softened even more unnaturally: "You'd better remember." Before Harry put down the fork, she added more to Harry's plate. A piece of bacon, Harry couldn't quite remember if this was the first time Aunt Petunia had added food to him, but he felt a slight movement in his heart.It’s just that he behaved a little more well-behaved, and the treatment was different. Does this mean that the relationship in the previous life was so rigid? There were also his factors. Harry felt that he should admit that he was not a child who liked to mess around since he was a child, but he did. It's not particularly well-behaved, after all, I was still young at that time, and it's impossible for a child to not toss around at all.Harry stared down at the bacon on his plate, the corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously, it didn't matter what happened before, this time he knew what to do.

After putting down the fork, Harry and Aunt Petunia said hello and left the table. He felt that he still needed to be alone for a while to calm down.

Harry walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, a gesture he remembered thinking was chic, only to realize much later that it was just silly.Now walking slowly, he found that he actually prefers the dappled shade of the trees to the overly bright sunlight.So, it is true that many things have changed, and for some reason, Harry felt a little depressed.

"I think you might be able to give me an explanation about the current situation, boy" Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his mind, high-pitched and cold with a little hoarseness, which reminded Harry immediately of himself The mortal enemy in the previous life, the horrifying guesses flashed through his mind, and he almost jumped up. "Voldemort," he asked in his mind as well, hoping that the voice he had just heard was just his hallucination. "Otherwise who do you think, what a stupid boy Dumbledore." He heard the voice sneer, and asked impatiently. "Where are you now...in my mind?" Harry barely put away the overly surprised expression on his face, trying to calm himself down.His emotions were so inexplicable that he would be regarded as crazy. He grinned at the little girl who was staring at him across the street. The smile was a little silly, but he managed to make the little girl look away.

"I suppose so," replied Voldemort, "so what the hell did you do?" There was a distinct gnashing of teeth in his voice, and Harry could almost imagine his expression. "Don't think about those nonsense, Potter, answer my question!" Seemingly seeing through Volhari's thoughts completely, Old Demon became even more impatient.

"Uh, I don't know..." After thinking about it, Harry finally replied that he really didn't know anything, not just why Voldemort was here, he didn't even know why he was here. "Then tell me you know," Voldemort ordered with a cold snort, mixed with contempt. "Why should I tell you?" Harry didn't like his tone and attitude, but he didn't directly ignore him. In a sense, he found himself surrounded by familiar people at this time, even if Harry still felt a little more at ease in his heart. He didn't know if Voldemort thought so, but now he was happy to chat like this.

"What happened before this?" Voldemort seemed to be choked by his rhetorical question, and he paused for a while before continuing to ask, his tone softened a lot. "I'm dead," Harry replied crisply, not sure if that was an answer Voldemort wanted to hear. "That fact pleases me, Potter," Voldemort laughed a few times with obvious malice, and then became serious: "But what I want to know is not this, what happened before you... died what?"

"It was an explosion. There was a big explosion in the hotel where I was staying." Harry thought for a while, and added: "I was in the Muggle world at that time, and I didn't carry a wand with me. Moreover, it was too sudden." Voldemort snorted Without commenting on Harry's poor adaptability, he just replied: "Is it the tradition of the Potter family to leave your wand easily?" Harry knew what he was implying, So he didn't pick on Voldemort's mocking tone, but just bowed his head slightly in silence.

"What about you," Harry asked suddenly imitating Voldemort's tone: "Is it a Slytherin tradition to snatch other people's wands?" Voldemort was silent for a while, then raised his volume, threatening angrily: "Pay attention to your words , boy, otherwise I wouldn't let you die so easily, Avada is the most merciful death I can usually give." "But you didn't kill me," Harry shrugged, casually The answer in my head: "I died from an explosion of unknown cause." So is it really good to discuss how you died with your sworn enemy?Harry suddenly felt that there was something wrong with their current topic, and it seemed that Voldemort had also noticed this, so they all fell silent strangely.