[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Aunt Petunia, I'm back..." The black-haired and green-eyed boy stood in front of Petunia Dursley with the corners of his lips pursed. His expression seemed calm, but in fact he was worried.I haven't seen him for a year, but Harry's height has increased a lot, but his weight hasn't changed much. He looks pitifully thin.The rims of her eyes turned red slightly, and the three-point anger that the blond woman was barely holding on to now subsided a lot. She sighed, looked at Harry for a while, and finally turned her eyes away: "Forget it, your world After all, it is not for ordinary people to understand, if one day you also choose to stay there, then just take care of yourself." She didn't say anything more, and quickly turned around and went to the kitchen, leaving Harry alone Standing in the living room with head bowed.

"What are you thinking about? Are you planning to stand here until night?" After some time, when Harry was still struggling, Voldemort couldn't bear to speak in his consciousness. The devil was really not sure, if he kept If you don't speak, will the savior really stand here until dinner. "I didn't think about anything..." Harry put his hands on his forehead and sighed, then picked up the luggage that had just been casually placed at his feet: "Forget it, let's talk about it when we go back to the room."

"Voldemort, what have you been insisting on all this time, a dream?" Harry didn't even have the intention to pack his things now, he just put the things in his hand on the floor, and then turned around and put his whole body in Fell into the soft bed.Although he asked like that, deep down in his heart, he didn't really hope that the Demon King would give him an answer, but unexpectedly, the man was silent for a while, and finally spoke.

"I don't know what dreams you're talking about, Harry, at least I'm not sure if what we think they are is the same thing. But anyway, I've only ever been attached to what I want, which is, what I think It works for me." The Demon King's voice was very calm, he was thinking as he spoke, but in the end there was still a hint of disdain: "I don't care about the things you think you must stick to, whether it's kindness, Justice, or the so-called 'love' you have always believed in. What I can pursue by any means is power, power, glory... so you don't need to ask me some questions, after all, we all know the difference between each other .I don't need to be like me, Harry."

"What I want to ask is not this, how should I put it... Well, if you had to choose between supreme authority and freedom that no one can limit, what choice would you make?" Harry thought for a while, but still He felt that he couldn't fully express what he meant, and he could guess the answer to the question he asked now without Voldemort's answer. There was no doubt that it was the former.

"There is a problem with your question itself, Harry, these two options are not contradictory." He probably guessed what the boy wanted to ask, but Voldemort did not give his opinion sharply. On some matters, he In the end, it was decided to use the method of boiling frogs in warm water. Too straightforward disclosure will only lead to more fierce resistance from the savior.Then, it's better to continue to make rounds, after all, the boy already knows the answers to all the questions, and now he just needs time to let himself fully accept these realities.

"How can there be no contradiction? After all, standing in the highest position means that there are so many restraints on the body that it can almost drive people crazy. Do you really think there is still freedom in that situation?" The devil gave The answer was not what he expected, so Harry couldn't help but add to his own question, but his addition only got a sneer from the Demon King.

"When you have the 'supreme' authority, no one can force you to restrain you. Those so-called responsibilities and obligations are all your own choices. No one can use moral things to enforce restraint You, except yourself, Harry." The devil's voice was still calm, and he seemed to be able to see Harry's heart through these questions, and those complicated thoughts might not be a long-awaited omen for him.Because it meant that something in the boy's heart was gradually loosening, and Harry was finally willing to let go of his guard and show his fatigue and confusion in front of him... This is really good news.Consciously, Voldemort pulled the corners of his lips unconsciously. He didn't realize that his smile was gradually becoming warm and real, as if he finally accepted the existence of a person from the bottom of his heart.

So, knowing each other between two hearts is always mutual. Could it be possible, Mr. Demon King, that you really think that you can get everything you want without paying anything?

"Okay, okay, I can't say no to you..." The little green-eyed savior sighed deeply. To be honest, he didn't know why he just asked the question in a flash of his brain. I know, even he himself hasn't figured out what kind of answer he wants to get. "Even if the outside world can't directly tie these things to people, can you not abide by them at all?" After all, he added unwillingly, Harry finally found that understanding is one thing, really want him To do as Voldemort said, I'm afraid it's another matter.

"It doesn't matter how I am, Harry, even what I'm telling you now can be ignored... what matters is what you think." In his consciousness, the devil slowly approached with an unpredictable smile on his lips. After touching the boy, his palm rested lightly on the savior's shoulder, and then slowly moved towards his chest: "Ask your heart, Harry, what exactly do you want?" Following his voice, the black-haired The green-eyed boy fell into deep thought unconsciously, and his eyes gradually became blank, but there was a sense of enlightenment in it: "I think, to get the freedom you deserve, to abide by the most basic rules, and not to be suppressed to the limit To the extent that you completely lose yourself?"

Harry's eyes regained clarity, and he suddenly met a pair of blood-red eyes. The devil's face had gotten infinitely close to him at some point, so much so that he could already feel the man's icy breath.

As a result, the boy's face turned crimson. He hastily broke free from Voldemort's arms, staggered back and said, "Hey, if you want to talk, talk well. There's no need to use this gesture." Nothing to complain about is just a low-level cover-up, how could the rough tricks that even he couldn't fool himself could have fooled the full-fledged devil king, but Voldemort just smiled meaningfully, and had no intention of exposing this point.

"Don't think so much, Harry, let me tell you, if you are so persistent in staying in the house during dinner time, do you really want that aunt of yours to come and invite you in person?" His tone was full of jokes, The content surprised Harry a little, the boy raised his hand and snapped his fingers naturally, and a bright green light gathered in midair to form the time at this moment. "It's really bad..." The boy murmured in a low voice, he straightened his clothes in a hurry and pushed the door out. No matter what, he had to be more honest on the first day when he came back.

"You still know how to have dinner, kid?" When he went down, Uncle Vernon gave him a dissatisfied look, and Aunt Petunia was still sitting on the side, but he didn't say much, but refused to pay attention to it for the rest of the time. Harry, the black-haired, green-eyed boy lowered his head and smiled helplessly, but he also knew that he asked for it, so he just bowed his head and ate in silence, and felt sorry for Dali's act of clinking the cutlery on the plate. Just pretend you didn't hear it.

"I want to go out for a walk, and I'll be back later." Quickly clearing the things on his plate, Harry consciously took the tableware to the kitchen to wash it, and then returned to the table to ask for instructions.Uncle Vernon frowned and glanced at him, snorted and didn't speak, although he was dissatisfied, he also acquiesced.So Harry obediently lowered his head and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, I shouldn't..." Vernon's face became much better following these words, but he didn't listen to Harry's finish.

"Okay, okay, if you want to go out, go out quickly, you know when you should come back, as long as you are one minute late, you will never want to leave this house for the rest of the holiday." His tone was very bad , but there was no malice inside, so Harry tilted his head and smiled, turned around quietly and went out to the street outside...to wander.

Yes, little Harry himself didn't know what he was out for.

Turning the third street corner, the little savior with black hair and green eyes suddenly stopped. He turned around with a trace of confusion on his face, and his eyes were on the boy who looked younger than him behind him.As if the memory reappeared, the Riddle from the orphanage period stood in front of him with cold eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and there was no trace of a smile.

"You are..." Harry frowned hesitantly, the boy in front of him felt a little strange, as if time and space were forcibly cut off around this little figure, that's why he looked so out of place, as if he was originally It does not belong to this world.Wait, not of this world? !A certain guess gradually emerged in Harry's consciousness, and he subconsciously approached Riddle.

"Who are you and how did you get here?"

Harry's voice was a little trembling, and he suddenly thought that when he first came to this world, could it be that he also looked so indifferent and out of place?Fortunately, he still felt that he performed well. Now that he thinks about it, he is lucky not to be regarded as autistic.

"Do you think this was at that time?" Voldemort casually gave him a knife in his consciousness: "It's just that I learned to cover it up, Harry, do you really think that you have completely integrated into this world?"

The little savior with black hair and green eyes suddenly trembled.