[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Once Voldemort became serious, Harry's life immediately became more difficult than when he was taking the basic gymnastics class at Imofani. Basically, he had to be drained of all his energy every day before the devil would let him go Take a short break.And this directly led to the fact that the savior didn't realize that most of his vacation had passed in the blink of an eye until the professor of Durmstrang came to visit.

"Hello, I'm the Charms professor from Durmstrang, Andreas Michelle, nice to meet you, Mr. Potter." Michelle smiled and stretched out his hand, his clothes were extremely Strict, although a bit special, it can be vaguely seen as a fairly standard formal attire. Harry guessed that it was probably a product of the German Muggle world. "Hello, Mr. Michelle, I'm glad to meet you too." The black-haired, green-eyed little savior no longer used the shyness of the past as a cover-up, he smiled generously, and stretched out his hand gracefully, The new professor gently shook his hand.

Andreas raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was a bit of polite interest in his eyes.Before Harry went downstairs, he had already seen another child in the house. Although he couldn't say that he had drawn a conclusion based on this, he had somewhat guessed about Harry's character.But now it seems that tutoring may not have such a great influence on a person, otherwise how to explain the obvious difference between the child in front of him and another?

While Andreas was looking at Harry with great interest, the Savior was also observing the new professor in front of him.Although his appearance is not as handsome as Morris's, he is still a very standard Germanic appearance, with high browbones and deep-set eye sockets, which set off the slightly darker tea-brown eyes even deeper. The mandibular angle inexplicably gave him an iron-blooded soldier-like temperament, but the smile on the corner of his lips was extremely gentle.Rigidity and elegance, these two words that are difficult to integrate were perfectly reflected in him. Harry slightly lowered his eyelids, and there was a little confusion in his eyes.

At the very beginning, when Professor McGonagall came to guide him to enroll, Harry vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think about it deeper at the time, only thinking that his unusual reply had attracted attention.After all, if he wanted to go to school, of course Hagrid could complete the basic guiding task, but if he wanted to persuade him to make such a decision, then it would undoubtedly be very inappropriate to let Hagrid come over.But after that?Harry continued to recall that he met his next guide, Morris White from Imofani, North America.

Obviously, Morris was only a part-time mentor, and even Harry suspected that he and Chris were the only students he had mentored over the years.At this time, although Harry was a little suspicious, he didn't take it seriously after all. After all, the existence of Chris made all the irrational things in it reasonable. He came to pick up his nephew, and Harry probably just incidentally, With such a great distance, it was not so strange not to arrange a special guide for Harry.However, when he settled down and looked at Andreas standing in front of him at this moment, a certain string in the mind of the savior finally gradually tensed. It doesn't make sense that he always has such an excellent guide, doesn't he?

"What are you thinking, Harry, maybe I can help?" Andreas moved a little towards Harry, his tea-brown eyes resting on the boy without blinking: "It seems , It seems that there are some questions that you can't answer?" Andreas didn't miss the confusion that flashed past the boy's eyes, he still smiled gently, and tilted his head slightly to make an obvious closeness to Harry. Meaning raised eyebrows.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious about Durmstrang. After all, I rarely get news about this school from other sources...I have to say, your secrecy work is quite good." Half The joke was half random, Harry wanted to delve deeper into the question behind it, but unfortunately it was not the time, so the boy just changed the subject lightly: "What kind of place is Durmstrang?"

Although he saw the boy's true intentions, Andreas didn't bother with Harry, his smile was still so calm and gentle: "I hope you can find the answer to this question yourself, but if You just want to get the basic information of Durmstrang, so you can check the student handbook I brought later." This answer made the savior startled unconsciously, but the boy quickly realized Andreas With that hidden meaning, he lightly pursed the corners of his lips and smiled.

"Maybe, it's the feeling of home?" Harry asked with a mocking smile, tilting his head. He thought this would be a very common answer, but the person opposite him shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, I don't think so, Harry." Andreas casually brushed the short chestnut hair that fell on his forehead, his expression was a little strange: "Durmstrang is just a school. You have to live and study here for a long time after you come down, but that doesn’t mean you can regard this place as your own home.”

The black-haired, green-eyed boy raised one eyebrow in confusion. He didn't notice how similar his expression was to Voldemort's. Except for being a little immature, it was almost a replica of the Demon King. His elegance seemed to be filled with a sense of humiliation. The irresistible power of man prompts the opposite person to explain.A little surprise flashed in Andreas' eyes. He thought his eyes were still useful, but now he felt that he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. The wavy boy really doesn't look like a child at all.

Is this what makes him special?

"I thought that your current body couldn't bear the appearance of your entourage, so if you don't mind, let's go to the fireplace?" There are not many people who can resist this kind of temptation and pressure, and Andreas happens to be one of them, chestnut The hair man changed the subject calmly, stood up with a smile, and walked to the fireplace with Harry: "The place we are going to is 'Hilton Street', do you need me to remind you again about the precautions for using the fireplace?"

"I think I'm fine, but I'm not sure if this place is connected to the Floo network." Harry replied with a smile, but he was vaguely confused. If he remembers correctly, Hilton Avenue seems to be a German Muggle A certain famous commercial street in the wizarding world, is there a bar leading to the wizarding world? "Don't worry, the preparations to be done have been done before I come here, so now, let's go," Andreas took out a small leather bag from his pocket, and he took out a handful of Green powder, then handed the bag to Harry, watched Harry take enough weight from it, and then tied the bag back into his pocket: "Hilton Avenue." There is no specific house number, Andrea Yas walked into the emerald flames, and before disappearing, he turned his head and gave Harry a reassuring smile.

It's not the first time to use this, do you need to encourage children... Helplessly smiled and shrugged, but Harry didn't struggle with it, he quickly followed, but when he walked into the emerald green flame in the fireplace , the heart beat suddenly.Sensitively, the Savior realized that something was wrong. His hand hidden under the wizard's robe calmly grasped the holly wand, and his body tensed slightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation that might arise.However, for a long time, all Harry felt was calm, and nothing expected happened.

Could it be that he really thought too much?

Slightly frowning, the boy lowered his guard a little bit, but he still didn't read out his destination. It wasn't until he noticed that the flames around him started to beat unsteadily, and the color gradually changed from dark green to ordinary orange red, that the boy finally opened his mouth. : "Hill...cough, Sheldon Avenue, coughcough..." The invisible mysterious power launched a surprise attack at this moment, and the power was as cold as a frozen air current, which was opened from Harry's mouth. The savior almost thought it was a snake or some other animal without bones, and this unknown thing was swimming through his throat, desperately trying to get into his stomach.

His tongue was frozen stiff by the air current, and Harry wasn't sure he would be able to pronounce the correct destination, but he still called out the name without hesitation. In this case, going anywhere is better than now It was better to sit and wait, but the nausea and vomiting* that surged up made it impossible for Harry to maintain his balance during the journey.That kind of power continued to invade downwards, although it became slow due to the resistance of Harry's magic power, it never meant to stop.

At this moment, a pale hand suddenly grasped Harry's wrist, and before the savior could respond, he was forcefully dragged towards an exit that passed by in a flash. There was no doubt that the boy did not make any resistance.

Throwing out of other fireplaces before reaching their destination is not a pleasant experience, when the little black-haired and green-eyed savior slammed into the resplendent living room, despite being cushioned by a thick layer of Persian rugs, He was still thrown into a mess. "Hiss...what's the situation," Harry gasped, rubbed his slightly red and swollen wrists, turned over and sat up, and carefully looked at the room he was in now: "Don't really break into a private house, right?" I don't know Could that kind of mysterious power only exist in the flames of the fireplace, but the moment Harry came out of the fireplace, Harry felt that power disappeared without a trace.He rubbed his forehead with a headache. He really didn't know if this was a good thing. Although the threat was gone, he really couldn't explain it if he was discovered at this moment.

Looking around, the savior felt that it would be better for him to leave before the owner of the house found out, but he looked around for a while, but he didn't find the box containing Floo powder near the fireplace. "It shouldn't be, since it's connected to the Floo network, it should be a wizarding family. How can there be no Floo fans?" Harry muttered to himself, feeling a little anxious in his heart, and he tried hard to tell Don't be in a hurry, and then quietly pulled out the holly wand from the bottom of the sleeve.

"Floo powder is coming!" Harry said softly, and then he saw a small dark compartment above the fireplace pop open, and the dark green powder inside floated out of the dark compartment by itself, toward Harry floated over.The little savior breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to leave here, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar exclamation from behind.

"Who are you, why are you in my house?!"