[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

The camp in the dense forest of Kansas is very quiet. Among the layers of magic barriers, more than a dozen tents with extended magic inside are lined up in an orderly manner. The one that is clustered in the middle is the commander's tent belonging to Morris. And bystander tents for wizarding pups like Harry.

From the outside, each tent looked like a basic family camping tent, but in reality, there was more to it than Harry had imagined.Of course, a bathroom is a must, and he was not too surprised by the more than a dozen four-poster beds with hanging curtains lined up in a row, but the large writing desk on the other side and the soft Persian carpet in front of the fireplace are covered with soft tassels. Pad should be regarded as a surprise.

Chris chose the bed on the far side, and Harry was next to him without a doubt.After simply packing up the luggage he brought, and taking out the change of clothes and hanging them up, Chris gave up his equally comfortable bed and threw himself on the thick Persian carpet, curling up into a lazy Cozy pose. "This is the most comfortable place in the entire tent, because it's warm enough, are you sure you can't come and experience it?" Chris raised his eyebrows, tilted his head to signal Harry, but the boy with black hair and green eyes on the other side just shook Shaking his head, he sat quietly by the bed.

"Shouldn't we be the only ones in charge of watching this time?" Looking around the empty and unpopular tent, Harry's gaze finally settled on the empty bed beside him: "Or, does this only represent the upper limit of participation?" "Of course it can't be just us. With such a good opportunity, unless there is no one in the family who can participate, how can we give up the precious quota?" Chris sat up with a cushion, his posture was obviously very casual, but There was an inexplicable sense of elegance: "If the news I got is correct, there are quite a few acquaintances back this time." The boy bent his eyes and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Maybe I'm overthinking, but, Harry, you must protect yourself. It is said that that lunatic always regards death as a temptation." The boy's beautiful gray eyes flashed something similar to deep thought, and he paused After a while, he added: "Also, don't leave the main force, because this place is by no means as simple as the forest outside Imofani. Even Uncle Morris can't be sure that he knows what's alive in it. of every creature."

"I see," Harry nodded earnestly. This is his little friend. Who would want to talk to him so much with someone else? It's just perfunctory. After all, no one wants to waste on a dead person. Time: "So what the hell are we going to do, just watch?" This guess is neither reliable nor reliable, and it is reliable because people like him and Chris can't help much at all, It is best not to cause trouble for others, but if it is unreliable, it is really unreliable. If there is no room for the slightest bit of play, why let them come and watch?

"That's so boring. How could it be possible to just watch from the sidelines? We also have our own missions, but we will never be sent to the battle center." Chris raised his eyebrows, but was actually amused by Harry's guess. Almost laughing out loud, he coughed lightly, adjusted his tone, and then slowly explained to his friend: "We are not just watching, but also reserve combat power. If we can persist from now until graduation After one year, you can organize your own blood hunting team in the following time, wouldn't it be an exciting thing to have your own blood hunting team?"

"Strigoi, what are they like? What's the difference between them and wizards?" He didn't get too entangled in this issue. In fact, Harry had already realized how the word "glory" occupied Chris's heart. Status, he just asked this question that he has always been puzzled by.

"The vampires are lowly and lowly creatures. They hide in dark and filthy corners, feed on blood, and their greatest pleasure is to seduce pure souls and send them to hell. Can you understand this explanation, Mr. Potter ?” A cold and clean female voice came from the entrance of the tent, and Harry subconsciously looked up, but what he saw was a familiar figure. "Miss Ducker, nice to meet you, are you also here to participate in the Blood Hunt Project?" Although Harry's first impression of this girl was not very good, he still greeted with a polite smile, and his manners were not indifferent. Not too alienated.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, no matter what, I hope you can recognize the reality and don't do unnecessary things." Christine Ducker stared at Harry indifferently for a while, with a cold expression Said in a voice that seemed to be tinged with ice, and then naturally chose his own bed to sit down, and began to pack things in a leisurely manner.

In fact, she didn't bring much on the surface. Apart from a few changes of clothes, there was only a small bag that seemed to have been cast with a space expansion spell. When she moved lightly, there was a sound of fine glass colliding. I don't know what's in it. "I don't think anyone else needs to tell Harry what to do. It's fine if it's a professor, but Miss Ducker, in what capacity did you say that sentence just now?" Harry didn't want to be in such a situation. Caring about trivial matters does not mean that Chris will tolerate such an arrogant tone. After all, when it comes to status, the White family is not inferior to the Darker family.

"Oh, then when I was talking to Mr. Potter, Mr. White, in what capacity and position did you intervene?" Harry didn't know the exact age of the girl in front of him, but he was no older than him in appearance. Chris is much older, but this stern aura is not something Chris can match.

The boy's beautiful gray pupils reflected a cold light. He put down the cushion and stood up, facing Christine unequivocally, and replied word by word: "Of course, based on Harry's As a close friend, White will never allow his friend to be bullied in any sense."

"Miss Ducker, I will remember what you said, but no one can make a choice for me." Harry frowned slightly, got off the bed and walked to Chris, patted the boy on the shoulder, He signaled him to relax: "It's okay, Chris, I can solve this kind of problem by myself, don't worry." He bent his lips and gave the boy beside him a bright smile, his eyes were still calm, and it seemed that he was not affected in the slightest.Chris looked at his expression carefully, and after making sure that his friend didn't take this matter to heart, he didn't intend to care about it any more.

The boy snorted softly, and glanced at the young lady who was quite posing over there. After all, he didn't want to make the relationship too tense, so he nodded reluctantly as a gesture.Christine still raised her chin arrogantly, but to Chris' surprise, she did not show a contemptuous attitude towards Harry, but rather cautious.However, is there anything in Harry that deserves her to treat him so cautiously?

This is probably the difference brought about by the difference in status. Chris regards Harry as a good friend, so naturally he will not go into the details of Harry's life experience, but this is not the young lady of the Darker family. From the moment Harry came into her sight, she has quickly mobilized her own intelligence network to find out the deeds of Harry's past three generations... Cough, this three generations refers only to the Potter family .

It looks like a lot of work?But in fact, it is not difficult. After all, there are many contacts between pure-blood families, and each other's family trees can be recited for several generations. There is a blood relationship between them.This is also the reason why Christine was able to get Harry's information in less than a week. The savior of the British wizarding world is also a well-known and highly anticipated figure.

"Everyone, good day." Just when the atmosphere became tense, a new member came in outside the tent. Alan walked in with a smile, followed by a boy with short chestnut hair who was a little thinner than him: "This is my Cousin, Nicholas."

"Hello, Senior Allen, it's nice to see you again." Harry wasn't very surprised by the arrival of his former Quidditch captain. The people who appeared in this tent can basically know it well, but the arrival of this young man named Nicholas was not what he expected, and he vaguely felt that he did not seem to be in Immo Farney has seen this man?

"Good day, Ellen." Christine nodded reservedly, but she didn't care about Nicholas standing next to him. Harry looked at Chris suspiciously, but found that his friend's reaction was also the same. Something weird seemed unsure whether to be friendly or not.Although I don't understand why Chris's reaction is so strange, it's still not good to leave people alone like this, so Harry stepped forward and wanted to reach out, but his friend grabbed his wrist.

"Chris?" Harry looked back at the boy behind him in surprise, but the hand on his wrist suddenly let go, and Chris suddenly took two steps to block Harry, stretching his hand indifferently. He stretched out his hand: "Hello, Chris White." The boy looked a little shy, holding the lace of his cuff with his fingers uneasily. Well, I'm Nicholas Wilson."

After lightly shaking hands, Chris seemed unwilling to stand in front of the boy for a while, and immediately backed away.He chose a very clever position, just right in front of Harry, and every time he stepped back, Harry had to step back, and the chance to greet the boy naturally disappeared.

Harry smiled at Allen apologetically, but he didn't intend to go forward. Chris's actions were too obvious to imply. Although he didn't know the reason, Harry didn't want to go against his friend's relationship. Heart, anyway, whether to say hello or not, in fact, that's the same thing.