[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

He wrapped himself completely in a black cloak, and the hood was pulled down very low, completely covering his face. Even if someone looked closely, all he could see was a small piece of pale skin on his jaw.Seriously though, does he look like the kind of guy who would let anyone get near him, with or without the make-up?

Like a shadow blending perfectly into the night, he lightly passed through the white rain, and finally stopped in front of a very ordinary-looking house on the corner of the street, and then stretched out an equally pale hand from under the cloak , lightly knocked on the door a few times.His fingers are slender, the kind of length that every piano learner would envy, but there is no doubt that no one would really wish to have such hands.Because that hand was so skinny that it seemed that the muscles were completely omitted, and the bones were directly wrapped under the skin.

With a soft creak, the door was opened from the inside, and the person who opened the door didn't even ask his identity.It seemed that this was an entirely expected visit.

Under the slightly dim light of the porch, he pulled back his hood, revealing that handsome delicate face that every man would involuntarily be jealous of.Then he looked at the opposite boy who had almost the same appearance as him, and gave a casual smile by pulling the corner of his mouth: "Can I tell the truth now, my dear Horcrux, what happened?"

That's right, the person who traveled thousands of miles from North America to London was Voldemort who had just separated from the savior.And who is facing him, besides the soul-returning stone Riddle?

"It's that kid. He's in a bad state." The soul-returning stone Riddle's expression was extremely serious, and could even be described as heavy, but Voldemort just sneered indifferently: "Tsk, don't make such an expression, I Dear Horcrux, you look as if this is so important, but you don't need to worry about him at all, do you?" Hearing this sentence, Riddle's eyes that were originally turned to one side quickly turned When he came back, he glanced at the adult version of himself inexplicably.

"So you think so, you don't even need to care about yourself, do you?" Soul Resurrection Stone Riddle asked softly, nothing exists in the black eyes, only a face that is very similar to himself is reflected, The emotion on every word sound is extremely subtle.In fact, he had always felt that he and Voldemort were not quite the same.Even in some places they are not even similar, Riddle can definitely say that he does not agree with all the decisions Voldemort made in his future, what is this, the difference between the juvenile and the adult version?

"Heh, I thought you could figure out with your IQ that he is not the same as us. Am I overestimating you, or are these decades in the Horcrux enough to rust your brain?" Voldemort listened There were some metaphors in the words of the soul-returning stone Riddle just now, but he didn't answer the part that his horcrux really wanted to know. Compared with revealing his thoughts, he wanted to know what his horcrux was. No matter what he thought, he felt that it was very necessary for him to know the reason why the soul-returning stone valued that child so much.It can't really be because of some kind of inexplicable pity, that would be too ridiculous.

"I don't think so." Resurrection Stone Riddle's mood didn't fluctuate at all, as if he had expected Voldemort's answer at this moment from the very beginning, he lowered his head slightly, then raised his eyes and smiled slightly at Voldemort: "Forget it, at least Let's come in and talk about it." The soul-returning stone raised his hand as an invitation, with an elegant posture like a nobleman walking out of a medieval oil painting.Voldemort glanced at him lightly, and didn't comment on his absolutely pleasing demeanor. He just took off his cloak and hung it aside in silence, and then followed the soul-returning stone into the study.

If we turn back the time for a few minutes, we will see that the moment Voldemort walked into the house, the boy lying quietly in the bedroom on the second floor suddenly opened his eyes.There was a sick flush on his pale cheeks, like a patient who had a high fever of [-] degrees for several days, but his dark eyes were exceptionally bright, as if even the brightest stars in the night sky were not as bright.

Obviously, his current physical condition is not good, it can be described as terrible, and he really shouldn't do anything other than lie on the bed honestly.But just by looking at the two downstairs, one should know that this child has never been an obedient master.The boy got off the bed as lightly as possible, pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked out quietly. In order to reduce the probability of being discovered, he didn't even wear shoes, and just stepped barefoot on the cold floor.

There are not many people in this world who don't take their body seriously, but the child in front of him is a person who can be more ruthless to himself than others.Except for death, if necessary, no matter how cruel the criminal law is, he can impose it on himself without hesitation.There is absolutely no exaggeration in this point. After all, at this moment, in this room, there are two people who have given proof countless times, and these two people are sitting in the study downstairs, strangely cold.

The boy has an absolute talent for camouflage and concealment.

Just like now, he controlled his pace and breath just right, his movements were more dexterous than a wild cat looking for food, he went downstairs without making a sound, and slowly approached the study.But this kind of thing, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible to fool his more mature self.Just across the wall from him, Voldemort raised his eyebrows inexplicably, his eyes paused for a moment on the Resurrection Stone, and then moved to the door, as if his eyes could see through the thick wooden door to see the small figure behind him.

"Come in, my dear, Tom." Before saying the name, the soul-returning stone paused for a while, and frowned slightly, as if he was bored with the name.But other than that, he really didn't know how to call the young self who came from a parallel time and space, so in the end he could only call it that.In short, no matter what he thinks in his heart, he must act as if he doesn't care about the name very much.

"Tsk, it seems that the surprises I can get are not limited to the ones just now..." Voldemort stood up from the edge of the desk meaningfully, and intentionally or unintentionally blocked between the soul-returning stone and the door.His eyes stopped on the doorknob that was turned downward suddenly, looking at the black-haired boy who was walking in slowly, he suddenly laughed softly.

"Oh, it seems that our little friend is not at ease with me?" Voldemort's standing posture was very casual, and the emotion in his eyes was a bit lazy and careless, but he was firmly standing between the soul-returning stone and the boy. The space between them perfectly cut off all possible eye contact between them.

Riddle looked back at Voldemort coldly, his young face, which was described as immature but could vaguely glimpse the stunning outline of the future, slightly raised his face. That gesture definitely did not look up at all, on the contrary, it was more like the arrogant looking down of a high-ranking person.He just looked at Voldemort so quietly, looking at this man with an appearance very similar to his future self, without saying a word.He didn't show any repulsion or hostility towards Voldemort, but he didn't mean to relax his vigilance just because of this face. In fact, his stance was extremely rigorous, a typical way of advancing and retreating, and he even put the handle on the doorknob. That hand was not withdrawn.

Voldemort didn't speak either, he looked up and down carefully at Riddle, his eyes seemed to tear apart the boy in front of him and crushed him, inspecting every detail, and then he smiled , There is an indescribable complex meaning in the smile.

He suddenly realized that he had begun to understand the choice of the soul-returning stone.

This kind of thing has never been easy to say. As long as you don't get to that point and stand in front of that child, you will never understand the shock.Because only at that moment will you understand that what stands in front of you is not just a memory of the past, but also a brand new self.The years have not left any indelible marks on that child, and everything that happened before has time to be restored. That is an opportunity for a more thorough change than rebirth!

Voldemort took a deep breath, and slowly sat back in his seat.He twirled his fingers lightly to conjure up an armchair that was the same as the one he was sitting on, and then gracefully asked Riddle to tidy up. "Thank you." Riddle relaxed a little. This was the first time he spoke since he entered the door. There were only two words without any practical meaning.It is not difficult to see that he still has an inexplicable fear of Voldemort, but Voldemort doesn't care about it. In fact, someone is reflecting on his ridiculous reaction to the word 'hope' in his heart.

What does he want that kind of thing, Voldemort almost sneered, he just needs to know what despair is... If he can't see hope, he might as well let the whole world know what despair is. Murderous aura gradually overflowed from his blood-red eyes, and then suddenly stuck there.Because he saw a pair of eyes, a pair of lake-green eyes looking from a distance in the void, the savior stared at him at the other end of the connection, without saying a word, but it just calmed him down strangely.Then the Demon King coughed softly, turned his eyes away to look out the window, and slowly restrained his sharp and frightening aura.

Hope or something is really too illusory. Children are always willing to believe naively, but adults are often more likely to be skeptical.Apparently the Resurrection Stone hadn't ended the period of still stubbornly believing in hope, and Voldemort was no longer a child.Because of this wonderful feeling, Voldemort is willing to give some help within his ability, but it is absolutely impossible for him to be by his side day and night like the Soul Resurrection Stone.After all, he is still far from the time of despair, hope this kind of thing seems a bit tasteless no matter how you look at it.

"Tell me, what's the problem?" Voldemort's gaze swept across Riddle's pale skin calmly, and he frowned slightly. The child's condition was not serious from the outside, it seemed to be a normal fever, but Does such a small problem require the soul-returning stone to call him back from a long distance?The answer is of course no.Sure enough, as soon as he finished his sentence, he saw the face of the black-haired boy on the opposite side suddenly darken.