[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

The wind whistled in his ears, and the icy snowflakes were engulfed and slammed straight towards him. Harry gritted his teeth and clenched his broom tightly. After accelerating for more than ten seconds, he finally caught up with the falling figure.In a panic, he still remembers to add a levitation spell to himself to buffer his falling speed. Beecher can be regarded as one of the few children who are calm, but unfortunately he does not belong to the School of Charms and does not have a wand in his hand. Magic power is a joke in the face of gravity.

Harry didn't stop the dive, he flew down for a short distance, and then suddenly slowed down the angle of the dive, the arm holding the broom handle suddenly exerted force, and the whole person made a perfect maneuver in mid-air, followed by a diagonal flight behind Together.His movements were chic and free, as if he was performing a fancy air show. If anyone in the stands below was watching at this moment, they would definitely applaud him loudly.

It has to be said that Harry's control over the broomstick has indeed reached an unimaginable level. For example, now, Harry is flying up by rubbing Beecher with perfect accuracy, and the vacant arm With a force, he pulled the person onto his broom.

"Okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'll take you down now." Harry wanted to soften his voice and say a few words of comfort, but the current weather decided that if he lowered his voice, the people behind him probably wouldn't be able to hear it, So he finally yelled loudly, and then controlled the speed and circled in mid-air and slowly descended.

Just as Harry finished his sentence, the people behind suddenly jumped up and hugged him tightly. The little black-haired and green-eyed savior was startled, and subconsciously looked back.Unexpectedly, with such a slight tilt of his head, Harry's hand holding the broom handle suddenly slipped. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have almost been knocked off the broom by the impact force from behind. "Beecher, Beecher, calm down, it's really all right, we're going back to the ground now." Once this happened, Harry was also quite frightened, and his subordinates couldn't help but control the broom to accelerate slightly, you know , now he could almost hear the sound of his heart beating wildly, and it was obvious that he was nervous enough.

But the boy behind him seemed to be determined not to let Harry feel relieved, he suddenly sat up straight, abruptly put his head next to Harry's shoulder, and the breath between his breaths even fell on Harry's earlobe: "You shouldn't have saved me, my lovely little friend." His tone was a little strangely stiff, and his voice suddenly became vicissitudes, as if he was not an 11-year-old boy, but an old man who was already in his twilight years. Hearing the voice, Harry suddenly shivered.

The black-haired boy froze and didn't dare to move. He blinked those lake-green eyes, and his eyes gradually had other meanings. He originally thought that the arms wrapped around his waist were cold and not at all warm. Because of the weather, but now it seems that there may be a deeper reason...

For example, the boy behind him is not human!

If not human, what should he be, what could be?A guess emerged vaguely, and Harry suddenly remembered the popular science that Chris and Voldemort had given him respectively after the campus attack.Being able to have the body of a young child and the vicissitudes of life at the same time, coupled with the coldness of the limbs beyond human boundaries... The former can still be explained by rebirth, but if it is superimposed with the latter, then apart from the blood race, haha Leigh couldn't think of a better explanation.

"Don't get me wrong, my lovely little friend, I'm not a low-level species like the blood race." The boy behind him laughed twice, and whispered softly in Harry's ear, his voice was not loud, But it has a strange penetrating power, and Harry can still hear it clearly and clearly even in the wind sound like the roar of a wild animal.

Harry didn't want to understand what he meant, but he had changed his mind, and he didn't think it was a good idea to go back to the ground now. If the guy behind him was not a human, but some other species, Perhaps he will have an advantage in the sky.So the black-haired and green-eyed little savior pursed his lips, and without warning, he controlled the broom and rushed into the sky. It was with the wind and turned against the wind, and the impact was so strong that he almost threw himself off the broom... In the end, it was Beecher who helped him stabilize his figure.

"It should be that you don't be nervous, my lovely little friend, do I look like I'm going to hurt you?" Beecher sighed helplessly, her cold breath still faintly touched. Touching the nerves next to Harry's ears, he seemed to have taken root on the broom. Even Harry, who was controlling the broom, would sometimes lose his body's center of gravity, but he really didn't move from the moment he got on the broom.With such good balance, he still fell off his own broom. Those who believe that he didn't do it on purpose are idiots, well, obviously he is one of these idiots, Harry thought angrily.

"What the hell are you..." Still failing to add the word "herringbone", Harry gritted his teeth and leaked a few syllables from his throat. After the last 360-degree air roll, he finally gave up and threw the boy off the broom ideas, and instead began to gather available information. "Oh, did you finally remember to ask this? Guess what?" Beecher's ending voice was raised with joy, and then he leaned back slightly, and his arms around Harry relaxed a little: "I think it's up to you It would be much more interesting to find out, and besides, Boswell is right, you are a very interesting man."

"Who is Boswell? Are you looking for the wrong person? I don't know you at all." Hearing another completely unfamiliar name, Harry couldn't help feeling that the North American wizarding world was really chaotic enough. What should he do? How to explain to the people behind him that he didn't know the man named Boswell? "No, no, no, you don't need to know who Bosch is, as long as I'm sure you are the one he said." The initial strange feeling suddenly disappeared, and the voice in Harry's ear seemed to be You have returned to the normal child's voice: "Also, regarding my identity, it is enough for only the two of us to know, what do you think?"

Harry's breath stagnated, the last sentence was a threat, wasn't it?Realizing that the arm of the man behind him was slowly moving up, and his palm was pressing on his carotid artery, Harry could only reluctantly nod his head: "I know, I won't tell others." "That's it Best, disobedient children will be punished." Beecher was still smiling, and he casually reminded Harry why he only came to him now: "You know, my lovely little friend, Before the soul next to you returns, you won’t be able to find anyone to sue, so at least be good during this time.”

Understanding the hidden meaning of this sentence clearly, Harry's eyes suddenly widened. What kind of situation is this? The reason why he was able to live peacefully in the previous half semester was because Voldemort stayed by his side. So these demons and ghosts dare not approach... Then shouldn't he still thank Voldemort? !

"That's not necessary, boy, as long as you can take care of yourself during this time." On the other end of the connection, Voldemort's obviously joking voice suddenly came, and Harry really didn't know how to respond for a while. Going back, a gasped breath stuck in his throat, the boy coughed uncomfortably and bent over.Well, speaking of it, this mouthful of cold air is truly worthy of the name, even wrapped in snow flakes and tiny ice shards, and it hits straight into the throat like this, anyone will have to suffer for a long time, until Harry finally recovers When he came, he was curled up on the broom like a ball.Realizing that Harry was still flying on a broom at a height of tens of meters, Voldemort finally restrained his urge to tease a few more words, fell silent, and waited until Harry calmed down after panting, he directly spoke in an unpredictable tone. Shocked.

"You know, Harry, you just used Parseltongue."

These words rang in Harry's ears like thunder, and the boy's body suddenly stiffened. In his cognition, the creatures that can use Parseltongue are nothing more than the following: [-]. The descendants of Slytherin , and now only Voldemort is left.Two, Voldemort's Horcruxes, such as the diary locket and himself.Three, it is a serious snake.So which category should Beecher fall into, the second?But thinking about it now, Harry seemed to understand why Beecher's voice sounded so wrong just now. If he guessed right, it should be because Beecher used Parseltongue in the first place.

"Okay, okay, don't be so excited, you must know that you are still tens of meters high in the air." When Harry was still coughing in the dark, Beecher hugged him from behind, firmly He firmly fixed him on the broom, patted him on the back lightly, patiently and even gently helped him breathe... However, his actions only made Harry choke on the cold air again, just like this The posture just now continued to cough until the sky was dark.

"You, let me go!" Harry gritted his teeth, forcefully pushed aside the pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and moved a little forward, trying to avoid the boneless koala-like entanglement behind him. .This time, the boy was very knowledgeable. He shrugged his shoulders and automatically distanced himself from Harry: "Okay, okay, okay, let go, let go, as if I must hug you."

Harry didn't want to talk to him anymore. He thought he wasn't a person who was very wary of others, but the fact that this person was sitting behind him always made him feel extra awkward.At the beginning, I didn't feel anything, but in the end, it was like being targeted by a hunting beast, and I was as uncomfortable as I was.