[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

How do we do this?The road ahead of Harry was nothing more than one, to learn some means to protect himself well, so that he would not have to rely on Voldemort for everything... Wait, rely? !

Harry was almost startled by the words that popped up naturally in his mind. He hugged his knees and curled up in a small corner of the attic, staring at the flow of people coming and going outside through the window, and suddenly understood where it was Something is wrong, is the relationship between him and Voldemort too good?

At the very beginning, why should we accept this person, why should we tolerate this person?There was a small voice in his heart asking, but Harry couldn't answer, he was also asking, asking himself, what happened in the very beginning?Doubt gradually became thicker, like a lingering haze enveloping him, the harder Harry tried to remember, the more at a loss he became.

"Finally, do you still remember to ask this question?" Voldemort's voice sounded like a sigh, his slender, pale fingers passed through the void, slowly landed on Harry's neck, and then followed The smooth lines moved upwards, holding the boy's jaw and forcing him to look at himself.Harry didn't try to evade, he looked at the person opposite, and heard himself ask clearly: "It's you, what did you do to me?" This feeling is very strange, as if it is not his own will that controls his body , Harry sat there, he was sentient, he could hear, see, and feel, but he just couldn't control his next behavior at all.

"You think it's me?" Voldemort didn't admit or deny, but asked calmly, "What do you think I did to you?" Harry was not familiar with Voldemort who was so calm as if he had died. A kind of panic was brewing in his heart, and the words of the little green-eyed savior became extremely cautious, and there seemed to be a trill in his voice: "I, I don't know, maybe it's a hint..." For some reason, Harry didn't Instead of using the word curse, I replaced it with a hint.

Voldemort still didn't answer, but he let Harry go.The tall and handsome man moved his gaze behind Harry, and it seemed that it took a long time before he answered: "The problem is not with me, Harry, it is your fault." He paused for a while, his face There was some complicated confusion and incomprehension in his expression: "You seem to have pity and guilt for me at that time. I can barely understand the former. It doesn't matter whether it is because of your excessive sympathy or something else. It doesn't surprise me that the Savior feels that way, whatever... but guilt, Harry, why do you feel guilty about me?"

"Without a reason, it is impossible for me to have this kind of emotion." Harry denied it quickly and firmly. Feeling guilty, but guilty, even if you want to feel guilty, it should be Voldemort who feels guilty for him, how could it be the other way around? !

Voldemort didn't speak, he folded his arms and looked at Harry with a half-smile: "If you say you don't have it, you don't have it. If you have to escape, I don't mind." The devil's tone sounded like he was mocking something , but he looked at the boy with soft eyes: "Don't you like this, Harry, we have to be sworn enemies, huh?" The smell of charm.

"It's your choice, not mine." Harry replied in a low voice, feeling a little downcast. To be honest, after a long time of companionship and in-depth understanding, he didn't feel that the person beside him was really useless. Rescue, maybe he just needs a little more self-control and a change of environment.And among these two, he can limit the former, and the latter... Maybe North America is a very suitable place?

"Is it just my choice?" Voldemort smiled softly: "Do you think the relationship between us has always been determined by me?" Sighed. "Actually, you are the one who decides a lot of things, at least the initial crucial decision is made by you. If you hadn't insisted that we could give each other a chance, I'm afraid I wouldn't be in such a relaxed situation today. It’s gone.” The Demon King paused for a moment: “Even at the very beginning, when I was the weakest, I didn’t have the power to resist at all. Go use it."

Harry's throat was a little dry, he hesitated and asked: "Why did you tell me this, according to your theory, I don't need to know, is there?"

"No, you're wrong, on the contrary, I think it's very necessary for you to know." The devil's black eyes were full of seriousness, but Harry was only more at a loss: "What do you mean by all this, is it possible? Are you threatening?"

The Demon King smiled helplessly, but his eyes were rarely patient and gentle: "I think, according to what you said, it should be honest." He said this very seriously, but what he got was only a "You are Are you kidding me? ' surprised eyes.I wasn't angry about it, some things need to be changed, it can't be done in a day or two, leaving a seed is enough, Voldemort's eyes flashed a certain light, and he calmly diverted the boy's attention. attention.

"I can teach you anything you want to learn, but now, I'm afraid you should go back, since your little friend is still waiting for you hungry." The devil clicked casually, and the demon king was satisfied to see the savior exclaimed, Turned around like a rabbit and jumped down from the attic.However, the pleasure of completely controlling the mood swings of the savior only lasted for a moment, and someone immediately began to feel uncomfortable with the boy's overemphasis on other people...

Not surprisingly, when Harry returned to the dormitory with food, what he saw was a roommate who was so hungry that his eyes almost started to glow green. If he didn't come back, this one should go out for food by itself . "Sorry, I was delayed for a while because of some things." Harry smiled apologetically at his roommate, handed over a sandwich that was still warm, turned around and used the Flying Charm to draw a glass, and poured another glass The milk is on hand for Chris.

"It's okay, thank you." Chris swallowed the sandwich, and didn't mean to complain about the poor food at all. After all, except for the sandwich, other things were hard to bring back.After taking a few bites of the sandwich, feeling the burning hunger in his stomach gradually subsided, the gray-eyed roommate regained his demeanor, picked up the milk on the side and slowly sipped it.

"How is it? Morris didn't give you the explanation you wanted?" Chris raised his eyebrows, and Chris asked casually. Harry already understood after hearing this sentence, and the tight password Morris gave him was not It doesn't work, I didn't see people guessing it all by themselves. "Hey, I did give an explanation, but your uncle forbids me to tell others, so... just know it." Harry raised one eyebrow, and exchanged a meaningful look with his roommate, and the two knew each other laughed.

"However, if you ask me, this kind of idea is not reliable enough, and it's fortunate that they really want to try it." After muttering softly, Chris shook his head: "It's better to be more careful in the future, I don't know what they can do yet." "Tsk, you have to be careful." Harry glanced at him, "Don't forget, they can't do too much with me after all, outsiders also have the benefits of outsiders " Chris looked at him disapprovingly, but he didn't refute. Although he didn't regard Harry as an outsider, he couldn't guarantee that everyone would think so.

"In the final analysis, those are secondary. What I want to know more is how to make up for the courses we missed before?" Standing on the edge of the desk, Harry looked at the saved double-digit thesis topics with a headache: "We haven't listened to these lessons at all. How do you make up your homework?" Chris obviously didn't want to bring up this topic, he sighed irritably: "Can't you not mention this, obviously you haven't done it before. Need to make up homework, what are we catching up with?"

"Who knows, maybe it's good luck to catch up with you." Harry shrugged, and didn't worry about what happened before and after. Anyway, they had to write anyway, and it didn't matter to them why others didn't write. "Voldemort, I think I need your help..." Harry ticked off almost everything he could do at the back of the list, and seeing the rest was blank, he buried his head between his arms with a thump.

"Tsk, you can't do such a simple thing. I really doubt what you did during the seven years at Hogwarts. I'm afraid your Muggle-born friend is much better than you." Ridiculous taunting at Harry's level of magic was close to becoming Voldemort's daily entertainment, but Harry still felt annoyed every time he said it. "You're still talking about me, don't you know better than me why I didn't study hard before?!" Others scolded him. After the death, the little savior couldn't calm down anymore.After bullying someone, you still have to ask that person why you bullied him. How can there be such a reason in the world?

"Oh, what do you mean, you can study hard without my interference?" The devil smiled jokingly, and looked at Harry's homework with some scribbled words: "Why, didn't I notice it?" ?”

Realizing that this man was alluding to something, Harry almost wanted to give him a blank stare. In the past seven years, I wanted to learn and you didn’t let me study hard. Now you give me this condition, but I don’t want to learn anymore. , How can there be such a comparison, it is simply preposterous.It's just that he finally couldn't say "I just don't want to study hard on purpose", so he had to silently pull the parchment and fight with his own homework, trying not to talk to the people around him.