[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"I'm fine, it's just that my nose doesn't feel good." With such a blunt sentence, Chris pursed his lips awkwardly. Anyway, Harry couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, so he didn't even think about it. To cover up.Then he heard a deep sigh, and a ray of light lit up on the bed next to him, and Harry saw clearly the expression on Chris's face before he had time to restrain himself.

The light only completed the illumination for a moment, and then went out in darkness after a while, but in this short gap, Harry had already left his soft bed.The black-haired boy rolled over lightly and got off the bed, sat beside Chris before he had time to say anything, stretched out his arms and gently hugged his roommate who was about to cry.

"Don't be like this, Chris, I'll be very worried." Feeling the person in his arms twitch violently, and then froze to let him hold him, Harry could only lean closer to comfort him: "What happened?" Now, tell me, okay?" Chris didn't speak, but his body gradually stretched a little, and it was no longer stiff like a log.After a while, when their eyes had adjusted to the darkness and they could see something, Chris suddenly pushed Harry away.

"I'm fine, I'm just in a bad mood." The boy's voice was muffled, and Harry could vaguely see something flickering in those beautiful gray eyes, but he couldn't see clearly. "Okay, do you have to be like a child, is it your solution to keep everything in your heart?" Harry didn't insist, he let go of the boy in his arms, but he didn't sit down with this force farther away.

"Why should I tell you, since you don't regard me as a friend at all?" Chris frowned fiercely, telling the truth without paying attention.Harry moved his lips and looked at the boy next to him in surprise: "What are you talking about, Chris, how could I not consider you a friend?" This was really the most inexplicable sentence Harry heard today. He really couldn't figure out what the misunderstanding was, so Harry quickly went through all the things that happened during this period in his mind, and then he vaguely felt that he seemed to understand something.

"I said, you can't because..." Harry was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.Chris tried his best to suppress the grievance in his tone, but he still couldn't help showing some, and this was enough for Harry to make a judgment: "You and Beecher obviously haven't known each other for long, haven't you, so it's only because of you In a college?" Originally thought that the helpless neglect during this period caused Chris to misunderstand, but when his roommate mentioned this name, Harry finally realized where the crux lies. The savior looked at the boy who was still gasping for breath, dumbfounded: "Don't do this, listen to me, Chris, things are really not what you imagined..."

Leaving aside how Harry comforts his roommate, who is overcompensated, someone is about to leave somewhere thousands of miles away.

"Are you leaving so soon? I thought you would be willing to stay here for a while. After all, there are not many opportunities to avoid the sight of your little savior. Between... I believe you will not be so easy in the future Get away from him." When Voldemort returned to that unremarkable house again, the figure of the black-haired and black-eyed boy was still slightly illusory, so the final choice made by his Horcrux was obvious, wasn't it?

When the Resurrection Stone opened the door to let him in, he whispered in his ear like this, deliberately emphasizing a few syllables Voldemort just pretended not to hear.After all, this attributive is not wrong. Since the savior was chosen by him and marked with his own hands, then this boy should of course belong to him.However, he is not sure what the purpose of using this attributive for the soul-returning stone is, does he want to declare his sovereignty over another person from the side?The devil hooked the corners of his lips thoughtfully, sure enough, his horcrux is still immature, tsk.

"Oh, it sounds like you really want me to stay?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows casually, and looked at the black-haired boy in front of him playfully, obviously it hasn't been long, the last time he came here this time People were still turning a corner and trying to drive him away, but in the end they thought everything through in such a short period of time.

The soul-returning stone lowered its eyes and smiled. Under the dim light, the boy's flickering brows and eyes were unexpectedly seductive: "Should I want you to leave, my dear, me?" His smile was perfect, but his eyes were It was icy cold, and there was even a hint of ridicule. "If you have to say that, we don't actually belong to the same world, you, me, and him." His eyes stayed on Voldemort's handsome face for a while, sketching the unbelievably familiar facial features back and forth, and finally She completely stretched her slightly locked brows: "So why bother so much, after all, we are still alone."

Voldemort's expression didn't change from the beginning to the end, only his pupils shrank suddenly when the fact was pointed out by the Soul Resurrection Stone.Very good, very good, it seems that his horcrux has indeed understood something, although it is not in the direction he wants, since this is the case... "I am more curious now, how did the horcrux live in the past few decades?" What did you do to make you look like..." He couldn't finish this sentence, because the black-haired boy opposite him suddenly interrupted him.

"It almost doesn't look like you anymore, do you want to say this?" Soul-returning Stone slowly raised his eyebrows, a sharp taste suddenly revealed from his eyes: "But why must I Want to be like you?" This sentence seems to be a simple rhetorical question, but in fact it cannot be more serious, because they can hear the hidden meaning underneath.

Why should I be like you, how can I be like you?

Missed like you, lost power like you, or, like you, ultimately failed and died?

Two pairs of eyes with similar shapes but completely different colors looked at each other. Voldemort stared at his Horcrux indifferently. For a moment, the soul-returning stone clearly felt that he had moved to kill.The young man quietly looked up at the adult version of himself, without much other elements in his eyes, as if he was sure that the person in front of him would never do anything to him, he guessed right.In fact, nothing unexpected happened in the end. They stared at each other for about a minute, and then the devil took the initiative to look away.

"Enough, do whatever you want, I won't bother anymore." Voldemort concluded calmly, and then he walked through the long corridor and opened a small hidden door at the corner.The Soul Resurrection Stone didn't have time to stop it, but Voldemort didn't see the eavesdropper he expected behind the door either.With a sneer, he didn't intend to turn around and leave. He just moved his fingers lightly, and a ray of light shot out from his fingertips at an unbelievably fast speed. barrier.Then the air deformed and twisted, something shattered with a bang, and Riddle's figure appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The black-haired boy glanced at the person in front of him indifferently, neither his expression nor his eyes showed any signs of panic, not even a little bit of embarrassment or embarrassment, as if being picked up for eavesdropping What he expected.Riddle didn't greet Voldemort, just like last time, he looked over the tall man in front of him to meet the almost identical black eyes behind him, and then he smiled slightly.

Voldemort stared indifferently at the boy in front of him. He never liked being ignored.Generally speaking, under normal circumstances, anyone who dares to treat him like this will be dealt with severely afterwards even if he doesn't care about it for a while, but Riddle is obviously an exception. , and there is no way to start with yourself.

"Get out of the way." Riddle finally spoke. It was obviously not a happy thing for him to be blocked. The boy took two steps forward, seeing that Voldemort was still looking at him thoughtfully and had no intention of giving way. He wrinkled his pretty eyebrows and ordered impatiently.

"It's really interesting, who gave you the confidence to talk to me like this?" If he really stepped aside like this, then he wouldn't be the dark wizard who once caused a bloody storm in the wizarding world, Voldemort picked it playfully He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were cold, but there was no anger on his face. "Do you have to argue with the child?" Behind him, the voice of the soul-returning stone came just right, dispelling his idea of ​​teaching that kid a lesson, and at the same time, it really made him a little angry for no reason .

What does that mean, are you an old hen protecting the cubs?

So Voldemort did not continue to entangle with Riddle, he took a step to the side and turned around, looking at the soul-returning stone gradually took on a deep meaning: "I never thought that one day I would care about someone so much, you It really surprised me. So I want to know, my dear Horcrux, what kind of status does he have in your heart?" When he said this, Riddle was walking past him, but the boy didn't Can actually leave the door.The young figure was imprisoned on the boundary line by an invisible force. Voldemort smiled and pressed his pale palm on the top of the boy's hair. His slender fingers, so thin that the bones could be clearly seen, sank into the soft black hair, and then The movement of Huihun Stone's original leisurely leaning against the wall also froze in place.

"What do you mean?" The young man squinted his eyes, his eyes filled with a mixture of sharp indifference. It was strange to say that his eyes were cold and false when he looked at Voldemort. When he accidentally caught a glimpse of the warmth in his eyes when he stared at Riddle, he almost thought it was his own illusion.

So, what is going on in this world?Voldemort's face became more and more gloomy. He never thought that there was any softness in his heart, just like he didn't feel that he was so closed to himself when he was a child that he didn't want to speak at all, so now being with him What happened to the two in the same room? Are they really alone? !