[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Harry, we have already signed you up, and you will go to school with Dudley after September. Promise me, Harry, you will be as obedient in school as you are now." It has been more than two years since the rebirth In June, Harry's performance of being well-behaved enough gradually softened Dursley's attitude, so that Aunt Petunia thought she could send Harry to school, which was a full year earlier than in the previous life. "Yes, I promise, Aunt Petunia." Harry nodded seriously.

"You can be a good boy, Harry," Aunt Petunia moved her lips, and said suddenly: "Don't deliberately pursue those weird things, just be like a normal person...those things that make you feel exciting It's all accompanied by danger." She stopped here, her expression became extremely unnatural, she stared at Harry with complicated eyes for a while, and finally turned and went into the kitchen as if to escape.Inexplicably, Harry felt a warmth in his heart. He felt that he understood what Aunt Petunia meant, because he was afraid that he would repeat the mistakes of his parents, so he began to consciously guide him from now on.Harry was a little surprised to find that now he was not so disgusted with the Dursleys' rejection of magic. Maybe it was because he himself was not so keen on magic, or because he finally understood that the Dursleys were so It's not unreasonable to do.Even relatives are not obliged to raise him, and they have paid a lot for taking care of him for so many years despite their fear.

After all, this is human nature. There will always be natural repulsion and fear of things that one does not understand and cannot touch. Harry suddenly recalled his second grade in his previous life.After all, snake language is nothing more than the ability to communicate with animals, but his fellow wizards were terrified and rejected him for a long time. This is true of wizards who have close contact with supernatural powers. Desi It is actually very rare for the Li family to be able to do this.

"You're so childish, boy, you're too sentimental," Voldemort said coldly in his head, mockingly. "You should also learn to be grateful, Voldemort," Harry retorted: "You were raised in a Muggle orphanage. No matter how unhappy you feel about that memory, it is always a fact. Without those Muggles, You won't even have the chance to go to Hogwarts." Why do you always hold magic so high?Harry really didn't understand, couldn't Muggles without magic have a way to live a good life, of course not, their standard of living was much higher than that of the wizarding world.In fact, every world has its own way of existence, and there is no meaning and value for comparison at all.

"Why do you like the wizarding world so much, Voldemort?" Harry suddenly asked in his mind: "Actually, the Muggle world is also very good..." Halfway through asking this question, Harry realized that he was asking a stupid question. Not necessarily the question itself, mostly he was asking the wrong person.Voldemort snorted coldly, as if he had no interest in answering the question at all, Harry touched his nose and fell silent.

"Cough, but Voldemort, can you really not leave my consciousness?" Harry felt a little helpless: "Otherwise you can only go to Muggle primary school with me...By the way, have you ever studied mathematics?" "You think I'm willing to be tied to you, Potter?" Voldemort's voice was full of anger, and he ignored the second question by the way: "If I had a way to leave, you might have been a corpse already, you think Am I going to make the same mistake again, Potter!" "Oh, it looks like you still don't know..." Harry drew out, "If you want to kill me, you have to kill yourself first, or Say it's a part of yourself."

Voldemort was silent for a while: "What do you mean, Potter, you are implying..." "Yes, you unconsciously turned me into your Horcrux." Harry replied simply: "This That's why I was able to survive your death curse again in the Forbidden Forest. Voldemort, you killed yourself." There was a sudden silence in his consciousness, but Harry instinctively felt that something was wrong, briefly After the calm, there was an explosion of almost crazy emotions in his consciousness, anger, annoyance, or something else.Harry knew where this emotion came from, but now he only felt the pain of being crushed all over his body, and the scar on his forehead was almost torn apart. He could no longer control his body, and fell to the ground curled up in pain, his body Slight uncontrollable twitches.

"Stop, stop immediately!" Harry yelled almost crazily in his consciousness, but it didn't seem to have any effect. He vaguely felt that Voldemort probably couldn't control his emotions at this moment.

"Oh my god, Harry, what are you doing, what happened." The worse situation happened, Harry's cousin Dudley appeared on the stairs, he opened his mouth in astonishment, watching Harry's pain Distorted expression.The pack of snacks in Dudley's hand fell to the ground, and then he turned around. Harry knew what he wanted to do, so Harry tried to suppress the pain and called him: "Wait, Dudley, don't tell Petunia Aunt, help me!" "You..." Dudley stood there, hesitantly: "But you look bad now." "I'm fine, help me." Harry felt the sight in front of him Beginning to blur, he knew he would soon be unable to stay awake. "Okay, what do I need to do?" Dudley finally walked over carefully, looking around and saw nothing dangerous, so he bent down, trying to help Harry up.

Occlumency didn't seem to be working very well at this point, but it helped a little, and Harry stood up with Dudley's help during this brief respite, and struggled into the own room.

"I really don't need to tell Mom." Dudley looked a little worried, he had never seen his cousin like this, his face was as pale as a ghost, and he looked like he was about to die. "I'm really fine, Dudley, thank you." Harry threw himself on his bed, now that Voldemort's mood had calmed down a bit, maybe he should thank Voldemort for recovering his composure fast enough, Harry thought, He raised his head, smiled reassuringly at Dudley, and tried to convince him that there was nothing wrong with him.Although Dudley still looked a little worried, Harry insisted that he was fine, so he didn't insist anymore, turned and left Harry's room.

"What happened to you just now," Harry complained to Voldemort who had calmed down, "What did you do?" "There is nothing, Potter, you should be relieved now," Voldemort's voice was suppressed, but his anger was helpless: "I can't kill you anymore, I can't... to my Horcrux." "What does this have to do with me, Voldemort," Harry asked back in surprise, he felt that the one who should be wronged should be himself: "Isn't this all your choice? All along, you have deliberately troubled me and wanted to kill me, but I don't think I did anything at all. It was you who chose to believe that prophecy, and it was you who chose Turn things into what they are now, and even the Horcrux...you made it. Do I have a choice, do I have the ability to resist, never! "

Voldemort stopped talking, but Harry was keenly aware that he wasn't feeling sorry for it, he was just looking for a hole in Harry's mind, looking for the gap that could kill him with one blow. "So, you are complaining to me, do you feel wronged, Harry?" Voldemort said thoughtfully, and suddenly changed his address to Harry.This suddenly softening tone only made Harry feel creepy, he unconsciously trembled, and answered after consideration: "No, I don't think there is any point in complaining about this. I just want you to recognize the fact, Voldemort, this It's your choice, not mine."

"Yes, Harry," Voldemort actually echoed Harry's words, which surprised Harry: "You are my chosen boy, aren't you?" This sentence sounds normal, so normal that it makes no sense , "The Chosen Boy" has always been one of the titles Harry has been given, followed by the star.But I don't know why, Harry just feels something is wrong now, but he can't tell the reason, what is wrong, Harry thought in confusion.