[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Come out with me today, Harry." Trying to forcefully pull the sleepy little savior out of his dream, Voldemort patted the boy's cheek lightly with his icy palm.However, Harry just hummed twice, closed his eyes and pushed the hand away, turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt, struggling unwilling to leave the sweet dreamland.It really wasn't a boy's snooze, it was because he was so excited about his studies last night that he stayed up until the early hours of the morning without knowing it, and now Harry only felt that his eyes were stuck with glue, and he couldn't open them at all.

"Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while," Harry murmured unconsciously, hugging the quilt and rolling sideways on the bed, trying to avoid someone's persistent harassment: "I'm really sleepy now, so Let me take a break, please..." He muttered inarticulately, but he didn't care whether the other person understood or not, anyway, his unwillingness to get up had already been fully expressed with his body movements, Demon King The arm that wanted to carry him back couldn't help but pause, but in the end he reached out resolutely and pulled the quilt away.

"Today's destination is Diagon Alley. If you don't want the Chamber of Secrets incident to repeat itself at Hogwarts, get dressed and follow me." Voldemort's voice was deep, obviously thinking of something unpleasant However, he did not anger Harry because of this. In contrast, he felt that what he should do was to clean up the Death Eaters team.There is a saying that it is better to have god-like opponents than pig-like teammates, some disobedient and unfaithful servants, it is better to deal with them earlier.Although the murderous intent was overflowing deep in his heart, Voldemort's expression was still calm, but this kind of thing should not be rushed. When thinking about it like this, he actually smiled, the arc of his lips was perfect but cold To no trace of temperature.

"What Chamber of Secrets... Chamber of Secrets?!" Dusty memories revived in his mind, and his dislocated consciousness returned to its place. Harry exclaimed and sat up suddenly. "What do you mean by that? Could it be that you still want to do something to Hogwarts?" The little green-eyed savior looked up and down suspiciously at the demon king next to him, but his eyes were more confused. He didn't think Voldemort He really wanted to do something to Hogwarts, but someone suddenly mentioned this matter, which still made him tense, and he couldn't figure out the real intention of this person.

"The second Horcrux, it's time to come back to me." Harry didn't hear any sincerity from Voldemort's answer, but he also didn't find the perfunctory meaning in his tone, so he rubbed his eyes to force himself to wake up, Suddenly raised his head and asked: "If it's just for the diary, can't you go and get it back by yourself now?" This sentence is clearly meant to be a test, and the question is so straightforward that I don't know if it's because I'm sleepy Anyway, Voldemort raised his eyebrows playfully with this sentence: "Why, are you interested in my current state?"

Realizing that he seemed to have missed something, Harry twitched the corners of his mouth belatedly, and changed the subject with a dry laugh: "Well, well, I mean, I'm not at Hogwarts now, why are you Can you be sure that Lucius Malfoy will still send the diary to Hogwarts, and still use this method?" Now that he was gradually waking up from the drowsy state, Harry thought of this question in a daze, If he didn't go to Hogwarts, why did Malfoy go to all that trouble to get things in there.

"You are overestimating your own importance, Harry, why do you think that diary is for you?" Voldemort chuckled, glanced at Harry with raised eyebrows playfully, and continued, "He It’s just that he doesn’t want to keep the things his master told him to take good care of. If you really think that I will believe those words…” “No, but if there is no special purpose, why must it be Hogwarts? Can't you just throw it somewhere?"

"Just...throw it in..." Voldemort tasted these two words slowly, his gaze stayed on Harry so long that the little green-eyed savior couldn't help shivering, and then he walked slowly He looked away: "This only shows that you are still too naive, Harry, I don't understand why, you think that the things of the Dark Lord can be discarded in a corner at will."

"But at that time..." Harry swallowed half of the words, not because of anything else, but he couldn't tell others that you were no longer there at that time, at least most people thought You have been completely erased from this world, what an embarrassing thing that is.However, Harry knew how to avoid the taboo, but Voldemort himself didn't seem to care that much anymore: "What do you want to say, they all thought I was dead at that time, didn't they?"

"No, you are wrong, there are still some signs that I am still alive in this world... At this time, a smart person will naturally know what to do, and finally making such a choice can only show that he is stupid." Voldemort His voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness, as if even the heat of summer had been wiped away by these words. The green-eyed little savior trembled unconsciously, dressed neatly, but suddenly noticed A question: "Wait, but now, how do I know about Diagon Alley?"

"Of course I came here because of the name. Didn't Little White introduce you?" Voldemort snorted lightly, and glanced at Harry casually. The little savior was stunned: "When did Chris tell me... okay Well, I see, it's what Chris told me anyway." Silently complaining about Voldemort's ability to speak without drafting, Harry felt that he had to speed up a little.

I don't know what happened in the first grade this time. In short, when Harry arrived at Lihen Bookstore, it was overcrowded again. Looking at Lockhart who was showing off his false energy in front of him like a peacock, Harry was deeply moved. He took a deep breath and hid himself in the shadows on the second floor, silently looking down at the crowd below.In order to prevent Hogwarts from being shrouded in shadow again, and to prevent the tragedy of Myrtle from happening again, no matter how reluctant he is, he came here today without hesitation, but this does not mean that he wants to Meet the people you used to know the most.It was like a pair of small daggers that kept stabbing his heart, the knife saw blood without mercy, just thinking of that scene, he felt that his eyes were dark, if that scene really happened, Harry Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed all the unprovoked emotions in his heart.

"Are you this year's young wizard? I haven't seen you at Hogwarts." Suddenly a voice sounded behind him, and Harry turned around, only to see a boy with pale blond hair raise his head arrogantly. Lifting his chin, he continued, "Oh, I'm sure you're not one of the idiots who were fooled by that idiot, smart people don't think he has anything to admire." His eyes didn't look at Harry, but across the The crowd stopped at Lockhart who was exaggeratingly waving his arms to sign for others, with slight contempt and ridicule flashing in his eyes.

Harry pursed the corners of his lips tightly, rigidly laying on his body to avoid any inappropriate actions, but in fact, the moment he saw Draco, he knew that he was actually still going crazy Missing his former friends.In the next life, without the danger I brought you, are you all okay now?

He wanted to ask Draco a lot of questions, but in the end he didn't say a word.

"What happened, you look bad now?" Maybe he was finally tired of looking at the flashy scammer in the crowd, Draco turned his head uninterestedly, and the boy with cold sweat dripping in front of his eyes was staring straight. Made him raise an eyebrow.

"It's okay, I'm fine..." Forced himself to struggle from the past, Harry smiled at Draco reluctantly. The breath stuck in his throat was swallowed.

The boy opposite suddenly frowned: "Why are you wearing such clothes, Muggle-born?" Clearly seeing the indifference and disdain in the boy's eyes, Harry pursed his lips and replied: "I Both of my parents were wizards, but I grew up in the Muggle world." After all, it was someone they knew from the past, and Harry didn't want to make the relationship too rigid at the first meeting, even though he didn't like Draco very much. attitude, but there was a Voldemort in comparison, and Harry didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Since your parents are both wizards, why..." Draco seemed to understand something, he made an apologetic gesture and didn't continue, Harry smiled weakly and didn't speak, so the atmosphere was momentary The time became cold, neither of them knew what to say to each other, they just poked there in such a comfortable manner, feeling extremely awkward in their hearts.

Suddenly, the voice below started to become a little strange, and already guessing what happened, Harry looked down.As he expected, the two people huddled together in the middle of the crowd were Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley. "Is that person your relative, do you want to go down and have a look?" At this moment, Draco has become the best cover for Harry to go down to fish in troubled waters, otherwise he has to find a way to make up a reason, if someone asks, he How to explain why he got involved in the fight between two people he didn't know.

"That's... father?!" Draco was still looking over there slowly, but when he realized that one of them was his father, he was in a bad mood, and he was stunned for a while. , Then I didn't want the book I just bought, turned around and rushed down.

But when they went down, the farce had come to an end. Lucius Malfoy roughly stuffed the worn-out textbook into Ginny's arms, and then was bumped into by Draco who rushed over.The blond man's eyes softened instantly. He opened his arms and embraced the nervous Draco. After confirming that his little dragon was unharmed, he comforted him softly, then took his hand and left.Harry didn't care where they went next, because that was all he needed.

The black-haired, green-eyed little savior silently helped Ginny pick up the scattered textbooks, and took her schoolbag quite naturally when the little girl was staggering and sobbing and wanted to squat down together: "I'll help you." Come on, stop crying." Harry tried hard to keep his voice steady, although in fact he didn't do it very well, but it was enough to fool Ginny.Realizing that she was crying in such a miserable state in front of strangers, the little girl's face was almost burned the same color as her hair, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket, quickly wiped away her tears, and then tried her best to give gave Harry a broad smile.

When his eyes touched that smile, Harry turned his eyes away like an electric shock. He hastily squatted down to help Ginny pick up the remaining textbooks, and at the same time quietly put the goal of this trip into his pocket.

"Thank you for your help. I'm Ginny Weasley. What's your name?" When Harry handed the schoolbag back to Ginny, the little girl smiled brightly with her eyes bent, and her eyes looked a little embarrassed from Harry. His body was parted, and there was a vague sense of crampedness in his expression. "My name is Harry Potter, you don't need to thank you, goodbye." Harry quickly replied, and then hurriedly disappeared into the crowd, he was afraid that if he stayed for a second longer, he would see his friend from the previous life , he wasn't sure if he could behave so naturally at that time.

"Harry Potter...Harry Potter?!" Ginny seemed to have realized something suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise, and when she wanted to confirm her guess, she found that the person in front of her was gone. Shadow: "Maybe it's just the same name...?" Muttering uncertainly, the little girl lowered her head in disappointment, and then she turned her head back to her family, looking around constantly, secretly looking forward to Maybe you can even see Harry by chance.

"We should go, Ginny, what are you looking for?" Molly noticed the abnormality of the little girl and asked back. "No, there's nothing, I just looked around..." Ginny lowered her head with a guilty conscience, not daring to touch her mother's eyes. Although Molly thought her reaction was a bit strange, she didn't think much about it.

Ginny didn't know that this was the first meeting between her and the savior in this life, but it was also the last time. From the moment they parted, their fate finally returned to zero.

"You're still shaking, Potter." When Harry finally returned to his room, Voldemort pointed out the fact calmly. The little green-eyed savior didn't speak, but silently took out the somewhat old savior from his pocket. He didn't need to open the diary, he knew that Tom Riddle's name must be written on the back, Voldemort would never mistake his Horcrux, would he?

"Overall, your performance today is not bad, if you didn't leave in such a hurry at the end." Voldemort commented slowly. "The things you want are already here, do you still want me to stay in Diagon Alley for lunch?" Harry pushed back bluntly. Under normal circumstances, he would not forcefully wrestle with Voldemort, but this Once, he was in a bad mood.

"I don't care, Harry. I wouldn't even ask you to go to Diagon Alley today if you didn't care about the Chamber of Secrets that might happen next. I thought you were the one who cared." Voldemort didn't seem to be bothered. Under the influence of Li, he raised his eyebrows and calmly retorted. "Yes, yes, I am the one who cares, but I don't think it is necessary for me to stay in Diagon Alley for a long time." Harry had to admit that Voldemort was right, but subconsciously pushed back.

"Then what did you go to Diagon Alley for, just to help a fair-looking little girl pick up books? Do you think this reason can be used in front of Dumbledore?" As soon as Dumbledore was mentioned, , the voice of the Demon King kept sinking, and now Harry was almost getting used to it.

"The possibility of this kind of situation is not very high. There is not only one Lihen bookstore in Diagon Alley. How could I have to meet Dumbledore so coincidentally?" Until now, Harry still hadn't fully understood Voldemort. The meaning in that sentence, but it doesn't matter, he will understand soon.

"Are you so sure that Dumbledore will ignore your affairs and let you look whatever you want?" The faint low pressure began to spread around the Demon King again, and his voice became gloomy. .

"You mean...but so what? Anyway, what should be exposed has been exposed long ago. If someone followed me secretly, Principal Dumbledore can't ask me directly. Isn't that the same reason?" Haha Lemon shrugged indifferently. He did not refute Voldemort's words, nor did he deny the possibility of such a situation.After all, what Dumbledore wants to achieve is also his wish, so why be stingy with giving.

"So you still think this way, even if you are calculated to die, you can still not care about it, can you?" Voldemort's face was extremely pale. If he had a wand in his hand and was not restricted by the contract, Harry had no doubt that he would It will directly throw Avada over, no matter how bad it is, it will be a spell at the level of Cruciatus.

However, the above may not hold true.

Harry tilted his head, and suddenly let out a chuckle: "It's been so long, don't you already know what kind of person I am, and I won't change for anything, besides... even though I will complain I will be dissatisfied, but I never think that what Principal Dumbledore did was wrong." His eyes were clear and firm, without the slightest perfunctory meaning, and he told the person opposite clearly that this was his truest wish .

But he didn't mean to argue with Voldemort. The green-eyed little savior picked up the diary that he had worked so hard to get, thought for a moment, and wrote this line on the first page: "Hello , I'm Harry Potter." This was exactly the same as his previous life, not for some dramatic effect, but Harry suddenly wondered if everything could be different if it was done in a different way.