[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Undoubtedly, Harry couldn't fall asleep at all that night, so that when he woke up the next morning, Chris was surprised to find that his roommate's face was pale again, and the shadows under his eyes were terrible. "Harry, what's the matter with you, are you not feeling well?" The boy's beautiful gray pupils showed undisguised concern and worry, and he seemed to want to take Harry to the infirmary for a good check-up: "I'm really not feeling well Just don't hold on, do you know what your face looks like now?"

Harry laughed helplessly, and only fell asleep for a short while in the early hours of the morning. Although nothing else, exhaustion and sleepiness were definitely indispensable.The little green-eyed savior yawned, and stuffed the textbooks on the table into his schoolbag. While reflecting that he should pack up the things he will use tomorrow before going to bed, he comforted his roommate more or less perfunctorily. : "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night. It's not so serious. I just go to bed earlier tonight."

"I don't think so. If this is the case, then you might as well take a good rest. I'll just ask for a vacation for you." No matter how worried Harry was going to go out to class in such a daze, Chris was still trying to convince himself Stubborn roommates. "Don't worry, Chris, I'm really fine." Secretly giving himself a refreshing spell, Harry turned his head and smiled at his roommate with a pair of bright green eyes.Although Chris was still worried, seeing that Harry was so persistent, it was hard to say anything, and he just wanted to take care of him more today.

Although they didn't attend classes together, there was no need to separate them during breakfast time. Harry was escorted to the edge of the table by his roommate and sat down, half-closed his eyes to watch Chris get the sandwich and milk, just as he was about to close his eyes and rest After a while, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. "Good morning, Mr. Potter, maybe we can talk about the accident that happened in the blood hunt plan?" Christine raised her chin proudly and looked down at Harry. The savior sighed helplessly. He reluctantly sat up straight, and looked at her as politely as possible: "Please sit down, Miss Ducker, but I don't promise to be able to explain all the problems."

Christine nodded reservedly, and gently lifted the corner of her skirt to sit gracefully. A little further away, Chris also noticed the strange atmosphere here, but when he realized the identity of the person who troubled Harry, Chris Christine had already sat next to Harry, in the seat that should have belonged to him.At this time, Chris couldn't go directly to chase people away, it really didn't conform to the family education he had received since he was a child.The boy stared at the girl coldly for a while, and finally chose a place not too far from Harry to wait, ready to play by ear. After all, in the public eye, Christine didn't dare to go too far, did she?

"I want to know, how prepared are you for the sudden attack of the blood race?" The girl seemed to have no idea what euphemism is. The first question she asked was so sharp that people didn't know how to answer it. Harry was still gentle. His gaze also sank, because this was almost, tantamount to accusing him of tipping off to the blood clan. "I don't know which aspect Miss Ducker is referring to, but I can be sure that my mental preparation will not be more than yours." The boy's lake-green pupils hide dark anger , but Christine turned a blind eye and continued to ask questions aggressively.

"Very well, let me believe you," the girl nodded haughtily, her eyes piercing as if she wanted to pierce Harry's soul: "But how do you explain what happened afterwards? After being hijacked, why are you alone?" Awake?" She must have wanted to ask this question a long time ago, and Harry could vaguely guess the reason why she finally chose today, because an imperceptible force was trying to sneak into his consciousness.Legilimency? Harry twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. After being tortured by Voldemort for several years, he was almost immune to this spell. If it was a wizard of the same level as the Demon King, he might have to work harder to resist it. But the girl in front of her... The savior's eyes turned cold, and he smashed the magic power neatly.

"You!" Christine frowned angrily, but didn't dare to make any moves, because the pair of lake-green eyes on the opposite side seemed to be covered with a layer of frost in front of her eyes.The boy stood up slowly, the momentum and pressure erupting from him were beyond the girl's imagination, as if a mountain was pressing down heavily, Christine almost lost the strength to breathe at a certain moment. "It's very rude to pry into other people's consciousness at will, Miss Ducker." Harry's voice was calm, but any bystander could hear the frightening anger in it: "I prefer to believe that Darkel The Kerr family's tutoring is much stricter than this, so this kind of thing won't happen again, will it?"

Christine stared blankly at the boy looking down at her, her pupils dilated slightly, and she nodded unconsciously after hearing this question. "Very good." Harry smiled, but his gaze was still terribly heavy: "Chris, it's time for us to go to class." The boy greeted his roommate, turned around and walked towards the door. If the impression of Christine is indifferent, then from the moment just now, the girl successfully left a deep and extremely bad impression on him.Harry has never been a person who likes to care about every detail, but he does have a bottom line in his heart that cannot be touched, such as memory.

"Wait, you can't go!" The girl stood up suddenly, and she reached out her hand to grab Harry's schoolbag, but she didn't realize that she got up so quickly that she couldn't stand, and fell to the side.Under other circumstances, Harry would reach out to help him no matter what, but the angry boy who was about to burn at the moment obviously didn't have this consciousness, he stepped back calmly and let the girl drag him His schoolbag fell violently to the ground.

"You, how could you... what is this?!" Originally, she was only planning to condemn the boy for what he had done just now, but when she struggled to get up from the ground, Christine's eyes turned out to be thrown out of Harry's schoolbag. This book attracted attention: "This is, what mathematics...is this a Muggle book?" Although the specific meaning of the words on the cover is not very clear, this does not prevent the girl from being aware of the difference in this book , Her tone was full of disbelief, but this emotion came and went quickly, and the emotion covering her pupils turned into disgust and undetectable fear in an instant.

"Bringing books from the Muggle world into the wizarding world of North America, what are you trying to do, Harry Potter?!" Christine's voice was sharp and cold and frightening. They were all attracted by her, and Harry was slightly taken aback when he looked at those textbooks. After remembering how he packed his schoolbag today, he felt a little relieved. Who is to blame for the trouble he caused? If I hadn't taken that laziness last night, and if I could hide all the things that shouldn't be there, I wouldn't have to face such an embarrassing situation now.

"I want you to take care of what I want?" Harry frowned and didn't want to pay attention to her. He bent over to pick up the textbook he had dropped on the floor, but his hand was held down by the girl. "Explain clearly, Mr. Potter, I think you should be aware of the rules of the wizarding world in North America. This is not England, and you are not omnipotent. The savior worshiped by thousands of people, Imofane, cannot allow you to be so presumptuous." Christine took a deep breath, and her voice also calmed down, but compared to the attitude that was a bit of a show just now, her current expression is really indifferent and angry, which is frightening.

"Don't come here, Mr. White, I don't want to hear you explain a word to him," the girl suddenly turned her head, staring at Chris sharply: "I think the White family will not allow you to do this in this situation." I still defend him unabashedly, don’t I?” Chris paused in mid-air with his half-raised foot, and finally took it back reluctantly. He looked at Harry worriedly, not sure if his roommate was Not really able to handle it.The boy is well aware of how much what is happening now will affect Harry, but it is true that as Christine said, he cannot intervene in any way now, if he does not want the White family to be excluded from the North American wizarding world. Circle of words.

"I don't think there's anything to explain. I'm teaching myself Muggle courses. Are you satisfied with this answer?" Harry really wasn't trying to quibble, he really didn't think self-studying Muggle courses was so great. It's a big event, and it's not about spreading any dangerous thoughts among classmates. Even if it wasn't for Christine's unlucky opening of the zipper of his schoolbag today, no one would know that he has these things belonging to the Muggle world. thing.

"Very good, very good, you really don't need to explain to me," the girl smiled angrily, as if two flames were burning in her eyes: "I just hope that in the days to come, you won't regret it What I said today." She quickly let go of Harry, turned and walked outside, the little savior stared at her back for a while inexplicably, but was surprised to find that many people around her were unconsciously Disappeared in the middle, they retreated quietly, leaving enough space for him alone, but it seemed that he was carrying some dangerous virus on his body, making others afraid and unwilling to approach.

Harry finally turned his gaze to Chris, who would have been the only one who would have been on his side had it been possible, but the boy didn't move, he looked at Harry with helpless, sad eyes, despite his pain. He thought about it, wanted to stand beside Harry, but he knew he couldn't.It's all right, Harry said to himself, lifting the corners of his mouth to give Chris a big smile, before he lowered his head to pick up his textbook.The drooping eyelids hid the emotion in his eyes, except for the demon king in consciousness, no one knew how sad Harry was now.

Why bother, but it's just a few textbooks...