[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Voldemort, what are you going to do with them?" Reluctantly giving in, Harry finally agreed to temporarily obey the devil's orders and not cause any trouble to the other party.The reason why he agreed to this is not because he is under the control of others now, but purely because he is worried about his friends. He still remembers the first sentence of Lucius, and he is not sure that his friends are safe. How can you rest assured.

"Keep quiet, Potter, they will naturally have their uses, this is not your concern, and if you insist on offending me, then what happens next will definitely not be what you want to see." Voldemort He responded indifferently in his consciousness, but did not directly answer the savior's question. He sat in front of the large desk and quickly processed the mountains of documents on the desk. The last battle had just ended, and Harry couldn't even understand what these documents were all about. Where did it come from.

"But what I need is for them not to be harmed, not just to be alive!" Calming down from the initial intense emotion, Harry soon realized that the other person had just played a good word game, and his worries and concerns were palpable , but no matter how anxious he was, he was powerless to what was happening in front of him.

The quill, which was moving quickly and leaving lines of beautiful handwriting on the parchment, suddenly stopped, and the devil's smile was dangerous and cold. Harry was sensitively aware that the master of the consciousness space he was in had completely shifted his attention to himself.Along with it came a sense of oppression that could almost suffocate him. The savior resisted the pressure and did not speak, expressing his attitude with silence.

"Maybe, I am too lenient to you, boy, what makes you think you are qualified to bargain with me?" The illusory shadow became clear in front of Harry, and the devil's face was extremely cold. Lifting the boy's sharp-edged jaw, he spoke in Harry's ear in an almost mocking tone.The savior's face turned pale with these words, and before he could speak, explain or refute, he was strangled by the people in front of him.

"What...what do you want...let go, me!" Harry was caught off guard by the most fragile and soft throat, and Harry struggled subconsciously, but the strength of the other party was much stronger than his, which made him feel It's not a human palm on his neck, but iron tongs or something similar.But of course the Demon King didn't really intend to kill Harry. He calmly watched the boy struggling under his hands, and watched those beautiful lake green eyes gradually lose their due expression, and the lake green pupils also followed suit. Distracted, between the life and death of the young man, he finally let go of his hand.

The moment the air was breathed into the lung cavity again, a dizzy feeling exploded in Harry's mind, like festival fireworks shining with dots of light, it was almost joyful and beautiful, Harry seemed Limp in this feeling, he didn't realize how dangerous an illusion he was immersed in, until a pair of powerful arms wrapped around his waist, and the cold touch reached his skin through his robe, and he suddenly woke up.

The moment he left, his lungs felt like a burning pain. Harry coughed uncontrollably, and there was a faint fishy-sweet taste in his throat. He didn't know if he was coughing up blood, but in any case, it depends on the current situation It doesn't sound much better than this... "I must teach you in this way?" Voldemort's soft voice sounded in his ears, he deliberately lowered his tone, with a faint snake-like sound Hiss: "I'm not willing to use violence on my Horcrux, but if you prefer, I don't mind doing it until you obey."

Harry gasped for breath, regained consciousness in a trance, and realized that he was being held in the arms of the Demon King in an extremely ambiguous position. The boy's body suddenly stiffened. He still had no strength in his whole body. I'm afraid he would have fallen to the ground long ago, but he couldn't...Harry hesitated for a second, trying to break free from this cold embrace, but the arms around his waist could not bear it. The gesture of resistance tightened even more.

"Don't move, Harry, I think the most necessary thing for you to learn now is to obey." The devil lowered his head and whispered in the young man's ear: "I believe you must not like this posture, let me see, can you How long can you bear it?" Feeling the rigidity of the body in his arms, Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, and while maintaining vigilance, he let himself fall into thinking. After all, this is his own spiritual domain, and he is not worried that the boy will cause any special trouble. special events, so he felt that he could think carefully about the current changes.

The mortal enemy, the Horcrux, there is no doubt that these are two completely different concepts, the former he will eradicate at all costs, while the latter needs his protection with all his strength.The devil had never imagined the current situation, and the two merged into one at a time and place he never expected, so how to deal with this troublesome boy has undoubtedly become a problem that needs to be carefully considered.Moreover, he now discovered another equally important thing, Voldemort's gaze dropped to the boy thoughtfully, he didn't know the reason, but in fact, when he had physical contact with the boy, The boy's illusory soul image seems to be able to condense to an approximate reality, which is abnormal, yes, and there is no precedent for reference...

"Can you let me go?" During the long silence of the Demon King, Harry only felt that invisible pressure was confining him layer upon layer, and the restraint became more and more serious, so that the feeling of suffocation once again seemed faint. Nothing touched Harry's chest, and the remaining pain still burned Harry's lungs like flames. This unimaginable embrace also made him feel uncomfortable. In desperation, Harry finally opened his mouth tentatively.

"Give me an acceptable reason." His train of thought was interrupted suddenly, but Voldemort didn't mean to be angry, he didn't relax his arm, nor tightened it more, just a calm command. "I... because you are too cold." As soon as this reason came out, Harry vaguely felt that something was wrong, because even he could see how unreliable the reason was, but he didn't want to admit that he still hadn't The oppressive force that can be vaguely felt, or in other words, as long as there is a slight possibility, he does not want to show weakness to the people behind him.

However, something happened that surprised him. Voldemort relaxed his arms, and casually took two steps back. Harry staggered and turned around. The surprise and puzzlement in his eyes were clearly seen by the devil. "With this expression, do you want me to hold you for a while longer?" The blood-red eyes stared at the boy, and his owner laughed softly: "I don't mind realizing it, if this is really your wish."

Feeling awkward when someone picked up the ending sound, Harry retorted stiffly: "Of course not, I only have one wish, and that is that you don't hurt my friends anymore." The blood-stained pupils suddenly tightened, and the demon king laughed back in anger. He really didn't know how to evaluate the savior, was he persistent or stupid?Knowing that he didn't want to bring up this topic, he still bumped into it over and over again... Trying to suppress the magic power that had shot up to his fingertips, Voldemort forced himself to swallow the Cruciatus curse. In any case, he shouldn't be so rude He treats his Horcrux carefully, even if it is his former enemy.

"No one has ever dared to offend me again and again, Potter, how should I punish you, maybe let you realize a fact in advance?" The devil narrowed his blood-red eyes angrily, his voice He looks extremely cold because of his calmness.Why do you feel that things are not going right? What you just said... seems to have had the opposite effect?Harry inadvertently pursed the corners of his lips, and there was a little panic in the eyes that looked at Voldemort. If Voldemort chose to do something to Ron and the others because of this, Merlin, Harry thought he would never forgive yourself.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to your friends, at least not yet..." Voldemort whispered, approaching the boy with a grim smile and a strong air of danger.Harry didn't know what he did, but in the next moment, he found that he couldn't move. A little bewilderment flashed in his lake green eyes, and he could only look helplessly at the two slender and pale Fingers parted the messy black hair on his forehead and pressed it on the still existing, lightning-shaped scar.

Harry suddenly closed his eyes, he knew what was coming next, the boy bit his lower lip desperately, telling himself in his heart, no matter what, don't scream out in pain, but things didn't go his way The expected direction of development... What Harry felt was not pain!

It was an extremely wonderful feeling, warm, comfortable, and without any sense of distance. Harry was immersed in that feeling as if he had returned to the mother's body where he was born. Everything around him was taking care of him carefully. , he almost screamed because of this comfort. "Tell me, confess to me, Harry, you belong to me." A voice ordered in Harry's ear, in the most unquestionable tone, as if there was an invisible force in the dark, which was not easy to detect Pushing the boy, wanting him to obey the master of the voice.No, you can't do that... Harry's feeble consciousness was barely struggling, but it was so vulnerable to such a temptation.But why not?There was a devil-like voice asking softly in his heart, tentatively trying to destroy his last line of defense, why didn't you follow your own will, you want to stay by this person's side, you want this The temperature that people bring to you, isn't it?

But, but that person is Voldemort... The last struggle finally stimulated the fragile nerves, and the savior suddenly woke up from the illusions.Not knowing where the strength came from, Harry pushed the person in front of him away heavily. He looked at the pair of blood eyes on the opposite side in surprise, and his body trembled unconsciously: "What happened... Voldemort, What the hell did you do to me?"

"What do you think, my dear... Horcrux boy?" The tip of his tongue twitched in his mouth, and the Demon King said the final attributive sentence in a particularly bad tone, admiring the paleness of the savior because of this word With a satisfied face, he smiled slightly: "You can't resist me, boy, because you belong to me."