[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Although the relationship with Voldemort has eased a lot, Harry did not feel relaxed because of this. Although Voldemort no longer needs to take up his time, it is still 24 hours. People learn one homework, but he has to learn three. Homework, this is a very difficult thing.

Yes, three assignments indeed, with promises in between, with Imofane's normal classes taking the top spot, Harry's self-taught Muggle classes taking second place, and the little leftover at the end. The poor time off had also been used by him to learn from Voldemort some methods of self-preservation, which undoubtedly included the Dark Arts.At this point, Voldemort is rare, not coaxing and persecuting, but giving Harry enough space to make his own decision. Of course, the boy can choose to firmly resist the Dark Arts, but if that is the case, he will never give it to Harry. Harry second chance.

Fortunately, the performance of the little savior satisfied him.

"Actually, there is no essential difference between black magic and ordinary magic, is there?" After suppressing the trembling of his fingers for the first time and calmly reciting the Killing Curse, Harry asked the people around him like this: "I still I, haven't any special changes happened?" Sensing the boy's uneasiness at the moment, Voldemort was silent for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his arms to embrace him.

The current body of the Demon King is still illusory, and Harry could indeed vaguely feel the icy temperature. After a moment of panic, embarrassment and a strange enjoyment followed, as if he liked this kind of feeling being touched by Voldemort very much. The feeling of being in your arms.For a few seconds, Harry hesitated to break free from this embrace, and just as he was thinking wildly, the man's voice rang in his ears.

"Feel, Harry, you should be able to feel the flow of my magic power." When Voldemort said this, he was leaning over the boy's ear in an ambiguous posture, his cold breath faintly touching Harry's earlobe.The little savior tried his best to ignore the posture between them, and managed to calm down to feel the flow of magic power that Voldemort said.

Like a raging river, the power of the Demon King is wider and more boundless than he can imagine. This power has gone through a complete cycle behind him, and finally returned to the original starting point, and then started again, as if It's going to go on endlessly.After thinking for a moment, Harry slowly moved his own magic power close to it, until it touched the power of another person without hindrance.Voldemort's magic did not give him any feeling of coldness, sadness or even despair, on the contrary, it was bright and warm.

"Why did this happen?" After holding back for a while, Harry finally couldn't restrain his curiosity anymore, and couldn't help asking the people around him. "Contract, Harry, you'd better make yourself remember this forever." Voldemort's eyes flashed a little resembling dissatisfaction, but his tone was soft. "Of course I remember this contract, so you mean... because of its existence, I feel this way?" Harry thought about it carefully, and reluctantly agreed with this statement: "But, you want to tell me What?"

"How do you think black magic should be defined, evil, cold, or disgusting?" The devil didn't answer the boy's question, and slowly moved his right hand around Harry's waist until he grabbed the boy's wrist.The turbulent magic power was flowing between his five fingers, ready to burst out at any time. With his fingers interlaced, Voldemort spoke the familiar spell that seemed to be carved into his bones in the calmest tone.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In the usual sense, the bright green light representing death shot out. Although the caster had intervened to a certain extent, it still exploded in the corner of the wall. With a loud bang, the shattered stones and The scattered smoke and dust staged a scene of flying sand and rocks in front of Harry. "Cough, cough, cough, cough..." The little savior, who was still not reacting fast enough, took a mouthful of dust, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his school uniform, but the demon king, who was still in a semi-empty state, was not affected by this. Influenced by the influence, he raised the corners of his lips playfully, and after seeing Harry's distressed appearance enough, he lazily gave him a clean up, and a repaired wall that was almost blown apart.

"Have you felt it? Whether you use black magic or not, the medium is your magic power. Harry, do you think it will become evil, cold, and disgusting?" The devil floated in the air with his arms around him, slightly Looking down at the contemplative savior: "Whether you use black magic or not, will I change because of it, and will you change because of it?"

Harry didn't look up, he didn't look at those eyes that were as bright as blood, he just kept silent, then thought.

"I see," Harry replied after a long pause, "what you are determines what you do with your power, not what you have determines what you become." Is this the kind of person you want to tell me?" The boy slowly raised his head, and there were stars shining in his lake green eyes.

"I want to say no?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, with a subtle joke in his eyes: "Is there any reason for me to teach you this, isn't this something Dumbledore would do?" Harry froze Yes, he opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer this sentence, but the devil didn't think about cooling down the atmosphere like this. He stared at Harry for a while, and waited until the boy was so awkward that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. When it was time to put it somewhere, the man chuckled and took it by himself. "It's not only the side that represents the so-called justice and light in your imagination can help you, why don't you come to my side, Harry, just like I said when we first met, we can Great things to accomplish." He half-closed his eyes and looked Harry up and down: "If not for anything else, at least, you can ask me for the safety of your friends, you know, I will do everything I can Forgive you and satisfy you, since we already have such a relationship."

What Voldemort said was extremely ambiguous in this passage. With a deep smile on his lips, he approached before Harry could react, and put a hand on the boy's shoulder.He said that these were not just on a whim, and in a sense, he had indeed gone through some consideration. In the passage he just said, there were indeed some tentative elements, but one thing is true, this world There will be no one in the world who can get closer to him than the boy in front of him. Through that symbiotic contract, the connection between them is almost so close that there is no distance... How can he let such a person easily let go.

Harry stared blankly at the handsome face that was approaching in front of him. Voldemort said so much truth and falsehood, but he grasped only one center, erasing some ambiguous elements that made him shudder, like a boy blowing hair He became vigilant: "Voldemort, what exactly do you want to do, is it possible to do it all over again, and your choice is still 'Dark Lord'?" Harry felt that at this point, he had never been able to understand this person, he believed There are true geniuses in this world. This kind of person can achieve twice the result with half the effort in everything he does. He can achieve achievements beyond the reach of ordinary people without putting in much effort. There is no doubt that the person in front of him should be classified into this category middle.

The savior felt that he had reason to believe that no matter what Voldemort wanted to do, he could do it well, but there were thousands of paths for him to choose in this world, why did this person have to choose the darkest, most difficult, and most difficult path? Which one is the most unacceptable?So Harry unconsciously showed confusion and sadness when he looked at the Demon King. Now, he is unwilling to investigate the reason. He only knows that he doesn't want this person to die again, but if Voldemort insists on choosing That way, he also has no other choice but to risk his life to kill this person.

Voldemort obviously noticed the change in Harry's mood, but he only tried a little bit, and didn't delve deeper. He knew exactly where the savior's dissatisfaction with him came from, so if he wanted the boy to obediently jump into him In a good pit, sometimes he will have to endure a little. "Why do you say that, do you think I have a soft spot for the name Dark Lord?" The devil asked nonchalantly and at the same time was trying to figure out the savior's train of thought. It seemed that the boy's mind was not on the track he deliberately guided. Instead, it deviates to other places unconsciously.

"I very much doubt that your so-called great event can be anything other than destruction, destruction and killing." In this regard, Harry has no intention of showing mercy. If you feel sad, maybe you will regard these atrocities as a kind of glory.Turning his mind to this, the savior felt a tightness in his chest, and for a moment he almost screamed. After he began to reflect more and more, Harry really couldn't imagine how he could keep up with this person In the past few years, we have lived in a peaceful coexistence relationship.

"It's so sad for you to say that," Harry guessed right. Although he said this, it was obvious that Voldemort didn't mean any guilt at all. He just dealt with it casually: "Do you think it is The cruelest atrocities might not be a big deal in North America." Harry's heart beat violently following these words, and he didn't think about whether Voldemort just said it casually or had some plans , rushed to pick it up: "But I'm talking about the UK! Besides, are you planning to re-expand your territory in North America and recruit a group of higher-level subordinates?"

There were worry, anger and anxiety in the voice of the savior, and Voldemort could hear them all, but for a short time, he hoped that the boy would continue to misunderstand him like this.After so many things happened, he didn't insist that all his previous ideas were right, and if he wanted to win the savior to his side, he would have to make concessions and compromises.But, wait a little longer, Voldemort sighed insignificantly, he was still thinking about some things.