[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Maybe it was just because of Snape's sudden arrival, or there were other reasons, anyway, in the time after Potions class, Harry was not in the mood all the time, and he was not even interested in taking Voldemort.So that night, unexpectedly, they didn't have any disputes, and decided to take a good rest with the same attitude. However, the world is unpredictable, and perhaps the word rest is too extravagant for Harry.

"Harry, Harry..." A familiar call came faintly in his ears, but the boy who had rarely slept soundly didn't intend to open his eyes. He frowned and turned over, almost shrunk. After getting under the quilt, he obviously put on a resisting attitude, but the gentle voice didn't stop calling: "Harry, come here, my child..."

The young man who was finally dragged out of deep sleep opened his eyes reluctantly, the lake green eyes still had the ignorance of not waking up, and his expression was full of deep tiredness and impatience.He slowly lifted off the fluffy and soft quilt that seemed to be still full of masculinity and sat up. He yawned in the smell of fried eggs and smoked ham, and then his eyes suddenly opened wide.

This is, where is he? !

Harry looked around in a daze, then rubbed his dry eyes vigorously, he couldn't believe what he saw.Because this is the room he once dreamed of... There are a few posters randomly pasted on the wall, on which famous Quidditch players are smiling and winking at him; there is a wide desk in front of the window, sitting there, As long as you open the window, you can feel the warm sunshine and the breeze blowing in your face; and the bed you are on now is soft and wide, with a little bit of messy life just right, everything is really good.

But the question is, shouldn't he be in Imofani's student dormitory now? Why is he here?

With a little vigilance, Harry subconsciously wanted to ask what happened to Voldemort, but there was no trace of that person in his consciousness, only thoughts and memories intertwined, and the dividing line was actually There is a clear line between the two.

Taking a deep breath, Harry got off the bed warily. He looked down at his unfamiliar pajamas, and after thinking about it, he gave up the idea of ​​going to the closet to find something to change into.One is that he is not being rude as long as he is not leaving the house with his current clothes, and the other is that in this completely unfamiliar environment, Harry doesn't want to do unnecessary things.

Before I could figure out what to do next, I heard brisk footsteps coming this way.Harry tensed every nerve in an instant, and the magic power gathered in his palm. The key points of wandless magic that Voldemort had explained to him clearly flashed through his mind word by word. He held his breath and waited for the footsteps to stop in front of the door. Then the people outside knocked on the door twice: "Harry, are you awake? Breakfast is ready, hurry up and eat, huh?"

Hearing that gentle voice clearly, Harry froze in a daze, and the magic power gathered in his palm was almost completely dissipated in an instant.He trembled his lips in disbelief, staring at the door that separated him from the man outside, not sure if he should rush to open the door and throw himself into the man outside, or just lock the door, Don't leave the room until you figure out what's going on.

He may be mistaken about other things, but he can never mistake this voice alone, because it clearly belongs to a woman who has lake green eyes very similar to his, is as bright as the sun, and as passionate as a flame. The name was Lily Evans...that was his mother's voice!

Finally unable to resist this temptation, Harry walked slowly towards the door, opened it with trembling hands, and then couldn't go any further.After trying his best to suppress the urge to cry and throw himself into that person's arms, he could barely keep himself in a standing position, so as not to fall to the ground. "Mom..." Harry called out almost choked up, staring at that person almost greedily. If this was a dream, then he only hoped that he would never wake up.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" The red-haired woman realized that something was wrong with him, she walked in worriedly, hugged him into her arms, and stretched out her hand to test the temperature on his forehead: "Is it because you are not feeling well, or did you not feel well last night?" Have a good rest?" Pressing his lips tightly, Harry unexpectedly calmed down strangely at this moment.

"It's okay, I'm fine... Mom." When he said the last two words, Harry paused for a moment, then slowly, slowly, took a step back with all his strength, leaving the warm The embrace that made him never want to leave.

No matter how thick the lines are, it is impossible not to realize that something is wrong with Harry, not to mention that Lily has always been a very smart witch.She frowned slightly, and looked suspiciously at the child in front of her who was trying to restrain herself: "Harry, what happened to you today?" But Harry didn't speak, and finally only sadness was left in his eyes when he looked at Lily And mourning, then he suddenly turned around and rushed to the window, bright light poured in from the suddenly pushed open window, but there was no expected scenery outside, only the slowly flowing chaos.

So Harry couldn't bear to turn around again, he only heard Lily's equally sad voice behind him. "Why, do you have to open that window..." The red-haired, green-eyed woman's smile was still bright, but filled with sadness that could almost overflow, her expression became heavy, and she looked back at Harry with such sad eyes: "That's it, isn't it good?"

"I'm sorry, Mom...but I can't." In any case, I can't trap myself in the illusory warmth for the rest of my life because of this nostalgia. Harry couldn't say this sentence, he just bit it tightly Lips, keep yourself from revealing more emotion.So, I'm really sorry, sorry...I can't stay, Mom.

Then the light flickered in a daze, and when Harry looked around again, everything was gone, only chaotic white mist poured over, trapping him in it.

"Why do you want to escape, why do you want to leave, Harry, that's your responsibility, you really let me down now." In the white mist, Harry suddenly turned his head to look at the side where the voice came from, but his purpose was There was deep disappointment in the eyes of the adult man who looked very similar to him: "Go back to where you should be, Harry, and take on your responsibilities, you are no longer a child."

The breathing stopped completely in an instant, and the heart seemed to stop beating. Harry stared blankly at the man, but his thoughts suddenly stuck after realizing what the man said.He was very clear about what that person meant. He was not asking why he left the illusion just now, but why he wanted to escape from the British wizarding world and go to North America.

There was no intention of making an excuse at all, Harry just bowed his head deeply, even though he had thousands of reasons and excuses, none of them could be said in front of this person, not for anything else, just because this person was him father.

But he also wants to ask why, why all the people are persecuting him like this, isn't he able and qualified to live a life according to his own will?Grievanced, sad, but more turbulent longing and attachment, Harry really wanted to go over and have a good talk with James, but the person who had been calling for a long time and hadn't seen him just appeared so abruptly.

A hole was torn open in the chaotic white mist. When Harry turned his head, he saw the uncontrollable fury on Voldemort's face, and the bloodthirsty light flashed in his red pupils. He didn't look like a human being at all, but More like a beast or something.

"Come here, Potter." Voldemort ordered coldly, the air around him seemed to be thinned by the pressure, and the white mist kept engulfing every corner Harry could see, but only Harry couldn't see it. Dare to get halfway there.Harry hesitated for a moment, and saw that Voldemort's expression became even more distorted, and he almost yelled at him through gritted teeth: "Now, immediately, come here, Potter, don't drag me down if you want to die!"

"Don't go, Harry, have you forgotten what he did to you? Everything you have suffered before and now...is all because of him." Behind him, James' voice suddenly became cold, The information prompted in the words could literally freeze Harry into a stone statue.Harry didn't look back, but he felt that he clearly saw James' expression at the moment, full of hatred, resentment, and even cruelty!

A guess suddenly exploded in his heart like fireworks, and Harry shivered violently from the sudden realization.He gritted his teeth and rushed out like a gust of wind without staying any longer. When he stood still beside Voldemort, the world suddenly spun before his eyes.

"Potter, you are an idiot!" He heard Voldemort curse under his breath before his consciousness was completely withdrawn.It was quite impolite, but he was right, Harry thought vaguely that he was indeed an idiot, an idiot to a certain extent.

Then he opened his eyes panting in shock, hesitantly looking at the still dark bedroom.

Chris was soundly asleep on the bed on one side, and Harry couldn't see his sleeping position through the thick and soft velvet curtain, but he could only judge it from the sound of regular and long breathing, so Harry carefully opened the The curtain on his side gently got off the bed.

He opened the thick blackout curtains, hugged his knees and curled up on the relatively wide window sill, stared at the dark night sky where not even a single star could be seen, and suddenly said softly in his consciousness: "Sorry, This time it's my fault." After breaking away from the illusion, Harry's rationality gradually came back, and now he also felt all kinds of signs of something wrong in the middle, obviously, he was being plotted by someone, but who could it be?

Voldemort's face was gloomy. Fortunately, this emotion was not aimed at Harry. He paused and replied: "No, it's not all your fault. I should have thought of it in the first place. I should have thought of it a long time ago. That person's thing , how is it so easy to hold." His tone didn't sound like he was talking to Harry, but it sounded more like an unconscious soliloquy in comparison.Harry was surprised to hear a trace of fear in Voldemort's voice, and just about to ask who Voldemort was talking about, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.

It is possible to make Voldemort afraid, and I have obtained something from that person in the past. When these two conditions are superimposed, it turns out to be a strange and clear point to a person.That is, the former owner of the strange blue crystal 'Psyche's Tears', a dark wizard whose name Harry still does not know but is absolutely powerful.

But why did he do it to himself?Harry thought in bewilderment.