[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"I like Hogwarts very much. Almost everything here is in line with my wishes. Are you a student of Hogwarts?" Such sentences slowly emerged from the diary, and Harry bit down on the edge of the table. Frowning in distress while holding the pen.Should he say that this guy really deserves to be the leader of Slytherin at one time? Damn it, he has perfectly inherited the "excellent" qualities of this house. Look at the dialogue between them, he spent so much effort, Unexpectedly, he failed to get any useful information from the soul in this diary, but almost handed over his old background.

"Smart, cautious, cunning... It's very Slytherin style." Harry muttered bitterly, and closed the diary with a snap, only to find that Voldemort was already standing behind him when he turned around.

"Slytherin style, I think it's a compliment, huh?" A perfect smile slowly appeared on his handsome, jealous face, and the devil walked over casually, gently taking it from Harry's hand. Passing the quill that was almost broken by him: "Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Let me tell you, no matter what idea you have, you'd better give it up quickly, because you won't succeed."

"How do you know that I will not be able to do it?" Harry was already accumulating anger that could not be vented. This sentence was like igniting a dynamite bag. The boy raised his head stubbornly, and a pair of lake green eyes gleamed. With a bright light.

The Demon King just shrugged his shoulders casually: "Whatever you want, since you don't give up, please continue, don't care if I didn't remind you." He casually threw the quill back on the table, making a hand The chair moved across from Harry.He was reclining on the back of the wide chair, his fingers lightly clasped on the finely carved armrests, his eyes seemed to be closed, half covering the blood flowing in them.

"Don't overdo it, it's getting easier to use magic now..." Harry's attention was immediately attracted by the gorgeous armchair, and he warned through gritted teeth, "I don't want to give up because of the holidays." It's not a good feeling to be sent to the Ministry of Magic for another trial for using magic."

"Since it's uncomfortable, why do you want to go?" Voldemort asked casually, but something sharp flashed in his eyes.Harry looked at him incredulously, and replied in surprise: "Don't you think that's what I want to go? Although it was an accident, I did use magic outside the school, so..." Voldemort didn't listen to him Recalling the meaning, he interrupted him directly: "Didn't you think your Headmaster Dumbledore is very powerful, why didn't he save you from such an encounter?"

Harry choked on his words, and the boy's eyes widened in half confusion, half disapproval, what did he mean by that, as if Headmaster Dumbledore didn't care about him at all. "It's not what you think, Principal Dumbledore can't help it..." Harry retorted without hesitation, some things, the old man would make a decision in desperation, he can understand this, but no matter what , he didn't even want to believe that Dumbledore really didn't care about himself at all, that was a very sad fact.

"You said it yourself, I didn't mean that." The demon king raised his eyebrows jokingly, perhaps his hints to the savior in this regard were too dense, so that the boy could not understand what he really wanted to express ?So he smiled and slowly explained: "Even Dumbledore, who you call the greatest white wizard in the world, can only do nothing in this situation, Harry, do you think you will meet again in the future?" If you encounter a similar situation, who else can help you?" His tone was low, with a hint of temptation, Harry frowned and did not speak, as if he was trying to distinguish the meaning of his words. meaning.

"Why don't you think about me?" Voldemort leaned over and blew in the boy's ear, with a deep smile in his eyes: "I won't let you be sent to the trial seat, trust me, haha Li, there are few things I can't do, as long as you want, I can give you better protection."

Harry looked at him for a long time, but he laughed unconsciously, and then he laughed harder and harder at the inexplicable eyes of the devil, and finally almost fell off the chair.After finally calming down, the boy sat up straight with difficulty supporting the table, wiped away the physiological tears splashing from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Voldemort with a tangled expression. "But, I said, don't you think that most of the dangers I encountered in my previous life came from you? If you don't want to kill me so persistently, I can protect myself completely. Isn't it obvious?"

"But I don't think that many of the dangers you face in this life still come from me, Harry, but I will not force you. When you think about it, when will you tell me that my promise to you is valid for a long time." There is a demon king The people in the series are willing to guarantee their own safety. At first glance, it seems that it is a profit-making business, but Harry knows well that it is definitely not that simple.He didn't know what Voldemort was planning secretly, but this did not prevent him from putting this person on the first-level alert list.

Voldemort didn't stay with him for long before disappearing, and Harry didn't know whether he was looking for his Horcrux or going to the library, but he didn't intend to ask anyway, so he covered his eyes and took a deep breath, haha Leigh opened the old-looking diary again. He couldn't believe that a person who had lived for more than 100 years could not deal with a 16-year-old boy!

However, even if it’s the underage version, it’s still the Devil King. You and him are not on the same level, kid Harry...

However, a certain black-haired, green-eyed little savior obviously didn't realize this, and he spent almost all of the small part of the rest of the holiday on this Horcrux.

"This world isn't just the part you see, Riddle, you haven't discovered the wider world yet." Harry bit his pen and struggled to make up word by word, but Riddle's answer was as quick as it seemed. Without thinking: "In that case, please show me the part of me that you don't think I've seen, and I'd be honored and grateful if you would." Pretty, almost garish italics are pleasing to the eye , Harry looked at the standard handwriting that looked like it was printed on a book, but his brain throbbed.So what did he gain from wasting so much time in vain?He already knew what he should know, and he still didn't know what he didn't know. Most importantly, this Riddle didn't have any intention of being honest with him at all. This set of standard words was like diplomatic rhetoric. There is only endless void behind.

"Perhaps, I was really wrong..." Harry sighed deeply, and finally put down his pen slowly. He now felt a burst of exhaustion welling up from the depths of his soul, reminding him that he should go to bed early , but Harry didn't want to just go to sleep, he was waiting for someone to come back.This exhaustion came very quickly, and in an instant, Harry was already drowsy. He clearly knew the source of this exhaustion, but Harry still had no intention of throwing this diary into the deepest drawer. On the contrary, he stuck his palm to the cover.

It was as if something had been pulled from his limbs, and the secret sense of loss made Harry dizzy for a while, but he still didn't let go of his hand until the thing under his palm was forcibly taken away. "Harry Potter, are you crazy? If you want to die, I can help you. There's no need to be so devious!" The little green-eyed savior blinked hard, ignoring the dryness of his eyes: "Good evening, come back gone."

His calmness only catalyzed the demon king's anger more and more, and the blood-red pupils were filled with rainstorm and thunder: "Yes, I'm back, come back and see how you want to die." His pale and thin fingers suddenly let go Harry's collar grabbed the boy's throat forcefully: "This is what you want, look at me again, kill myself?" Of course he didn't really mean to kill Harry, but The fingers were still slightly tightened, maintaining a state where Harry could barely breathe but felt uncomfortable.

"I have a measure, Voldemort, this level of loss of vitality is not enough to cause death." He looked up at the furious devil calmly, with a thoughtful voice in his voice: "I believe that when you calm down, you will realize this. A little bit, but you are still very angry now, which means, are you nervous, you don’t want me to die, do you?” Some trivial fragments gradually gathered in the mind into lines, and then converged into planes, and then black The green-eyed boy breathed a sigh of relief, slowly rolled his eyes and smiled: "That is to say, I didn't lose too badly, right? Maybe I can understand that you care about me a little bit?"

The devil's rage, which was about to climb to the peak, was suppressed in these few words, and Voldemort's fingers on the boy's throat suddenly let go: "Do you know what you are talking about? How dare you hint at me... "His expression was almost distorted, his lips twitched a few times, and he couldn't even utter the word in the end.

"I've always felt that something was wrong during this time. I think I understand a little bit now. The answer given to me by the mirror mirror crystal is not wrong. Maybe I really care about you." With tense nerves, the eyes with bright smiles seemed to hold the clear sky: "So, there is no need to test me anymore, you know my bottom line, as long as you don't touch on purpose, we can remain friendly relationship, isn't it?"

But in fact, Harry, you still don't want to understand, what does the so-called "care" really mean?

"Friendly relationship..." Voldemort repeated the word over and over in his mouth, and then he looked at Harry with a sneer: "That's what you want to say, you think what I want is a friendly relationship? Of course not, haha Li, I want you to be mine." The last sentence was decisive, and the implication in it made the little savior stunned, he paused, and answered after consideration: "But you understand, Voldemort, there are some things I can never stand up for. On your side, the limit I can do is to try not to care about the past, after all, the past is in the past, and the account between us can be regarded as settled separately. "

"Look at the reality, Harry, with that contract, you can only choose me." The demon king was completely unyielding, and of course Harry didn't mean to back down: "I won't let you go no matter what. Killed at your will, and if only death can stop you, I don't mind paying the price."

As soon as he said this, the two of them suddenly became quiet again.

It's really a very familiar dialogue, but why do they come here no matter what they say? Isn't he asking for peace this time?Harry stared at Voldemort with staring eyes for a while, and finally sighed in frustration and slowly lowered his head. Whether it was a discord or something, he was fed up with the way they got along.