[HP] How to properly feed the savior

A few days later, the OWLs exams began.

The exam was easier than he had imagined, and from the looks on Harry and Ron's faces, they passed the exam fairly well.The only thing that didn't go well was Riddle.

"I remember you." During the practice exam of Transfiguration, Professor March class said loudly as soon as he saw Riddle, "I proctored your NEWTs exam. You are not good at Transfiguration, right?"

While reciting the Vanishing Charm to his ferret, he stole a glance at Riddle's expression.

"What's the test question?" Riddle asked with a straight face.

"Oh, yes, the test questions." Professor Marchban cleared his throat, "Now, call an owl out."

"This is the OWLs exam!" Riddle said almost gritting his teeth.

"You mean you won't?" Professor Marchban had an expected expression.

"Of course I will!" A snow-white owl was summoned, and at first glance, he thought it was Harry's Hedwig flying over.

Professor Marchban probably regarded Riddle as a seventh-grade candidate. After the Summoning Spell, he tested the Copying Spell and Transformation Spell. Even Professor Tofty in front of him couldn't help but look there.

"That's the content of the NEWTs, isn't it?" He didn't think Professor Marchban was just a fool and got the content of the test wrong.

"Ah, yes." Professor Tofty blinked at him. Over there, Riddle was turning the owl into a small telescope, and the copied owl changed accordingly. "We tend to encourage candidates to give full play to the exam, not just to complete the task." Speaking, Professor Tofudi looked out the window, "The weather is really nice, isn't it? It's just a little hot, can you give me a glass of ice Sherry?"

With a wave of his wand, he summoned a cup and filled it with wine.

Until the astronomy exam, he confirmed that he got extra points in most of the practical exams.Riddle received special care from Professor March, and each practice exam was very long. Before leaving, Professor March commented loudly, "The level of spellcasting is good, but I lack creativity in the use of magic. When you gave Dumbledore a test, he did a lot better than you."

"That old woman definitely did it on purpose!" Riddle was so angry that his hand holding the wand was shaking, "If it wasn't for the exam, I promise to read her a curse that she will never forget."

"Maybe you should," he said earnestly, "so she'll think you've used creative magic."

"Wait, if she's still such an asshole in tonight's astronomy exam..."

Much to our disappointment, Professor Marchban behaved very well in his astronomy exam.

Towards the end of the evening's astronomy practical exam, a fight broke out at Hagrid's door.It seemed that Umbridge's tolerance for Hagrid had finally been exhausted, and he sent a few Aurors to capture Hagrid, but it didn't go well.He was surprised to find that the giant's blood was more powerful than the dragon scale in rebounding the spell. At this moment, several stun spells hit Professor McGonagall who came to dissuade him.

He stopped writing involuntarily, watching Professor McGonagall's body emit an ominous red light, soar into the air, and then fall to the ground.His mind was buzzing, and it took him a long time to hear Professor Tofudi yelling loudly, "This is really cruel... Eh? The exam is not over yet!"

brutal?He stared at the fallen body on the field, Hagrid's roar seemed to ring in his ears, and in the blink of an eye, he had already landed in the dark grass, looking for the figure he was concerned about.

He couldn't remember if he had cast a spell on Umbridge, or how he had brought Professor McGonagall to the infirmary, only that Professor McGonagall was lying there when Riddle shook his shoulders roughly. On the bed in the infirmary, his face was pale and silent, as if he would never wake up again.

"Her condition is deteriorating, we have to transfer her to St. Mungo's." Madam Pomfrey came over and opened his fingers—he had been holding Professor McGonagall's hand, and now he felt a little weak, " You can't help her or anything."

"Let go." Riddle dragged him aside, "You've been with her all night."

He raised his head, only to notice that the sunlight had already filled the ward.

"I should have been there to protect her," he murmured, hating himself for failing, at least he should have let the Snitches patrol the grounds and stopped Umbridge when he sent for Hagrid.

"How could you have expected that Umbridge would attack McGonagall?" Riddle sat down beside him, "It's not your fault, Hagrid won't be hurt by a few Aurors, but McGonagall...she always Not good at that sort of thing."

He hugged his knees and curled up in a ball on the chair.He didn't want to hear these words at this time.

"Okay, you have to think it's your fault, don't you?" Riddle said fiercely, "Do you know where your mistake is? No need to answer, I know what you are thinking, you think you should make a move first instead of Wait until someone you care about is attacked before regretting it. That’s right! Why didn’t you do it earlier? Kill that old toad before she attacks those around you, and nothing will happen!”

"I can't do that!" He was terrified by the other person's words, and for a moment, he really thought the other person was right. "I should protect them, I have the ability—"

"Protection? The most effective protection is to solve all the enemies for them!" Riddle said with a firm attitude, "I know you don't want to hurt anyone, you don't want to shoot the enemy, you just want to defend, but that's impossible, you only have one person , can’t protect so many people at the same time! You put the snitch next to McGonagall, what about Harry? What if Umbridge doesn’t attack Hagrid, but Harry? Are you going to regret that you didn’t make it in time? Protect Harry?"

"I'll be by Harry's side—"

"You can't be by his side all the time and deal with all the crises for him." The other party said rationally. "There are too many people you want to protect, and you can't protect them at all. You can only attack, before the enemy attacks the person you care about—"

"No!" He interrupted Riddle, shaking his head desperately, "That's wrong, I can't—"

"This is the right strategy!" The other party raised his voice. "You may have few friends, but they are all good people. They still have friends. They will give their lives to protect their friends. You have to protect them." ?It is not enough to follow them every day and be alert to possible crises. What happened to McGonagall will happen to others. When the cost of defense is too high, the best defense is—”

"—Offensive." He took over the other party's words in a low voice, "Offensive is not for aggression, but to prevent possible future conflicts."

"So, you understand?"

"No, you are the one who doesn't understand." He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, but found that he couldn't stop the tears from falling. "I once made the biggest mistake of my life when I went on offense to protect someone I love. I would give anything to stop it from happening if I could."

"Your behavior has led to bad results, but it doesn't mean your strategy is wrong." The other party's fingertips stroked the contours of his cheeks, and the scorching heat seemed to evaporate tears. "You can't guarantee that all your actions will only produce good results. You can only take the most correct choice for you at the time. You say you made a mistake and your actions make you regret, so if you can live again , would you make another choice?"

He cowered back, not daring to answer.

"You see, you don't have that many options."

"I'd rather die," he said decisively.

"Death is just a way to escape reality." Riddle explained in a patient tone. "Death doesn't solve anything, it just frees you from responsibility. That's not you, the you I know, who never shies away from your responsibilities. Does death protect someone you care about? Does death keep someone else from doing worse Is it wrong? You may say that if you didn't do it, things would have ended better. But I don't believe it, you are the best person I have ever met, no one can do it better than you .It's up to you to execute, you to bear, this is the best choice."

He sniffled, sad to find that he had been comforted.

"I can't say that the consequences of every one of my actions are what I want, and I can't say that I still agree with every one of my actions. If I know that releasing the basilisk will kill Myrtle , if I knew what death meant then, I wouldn't have opened the Chamber of Secrets. If I had been mature enough, I wouldn't have murdered my father on the spur of the moment. But what's the use of saying it now? I can't predict the future What happened, I can't guarantee that every action I take is the best choice, I can only guarantee that I try to make a good choice. I didn't start out perfect, I will make mistakes, I also need to grow, just Those experiences made me who I am now. If I didn’t have those actions back then, I wouldn’t be sitting here now, realizing how naive and ridiculous I was in the past.” The other party gently held him in his arms, “Ender , I know it's hard, to face reality, to face our own regrets, to face all the things we don't want to happen. But you have to do this, you can temporarily hide in your shell to escape reality, lick your own wounds, But one day, you still have to come out. For that day, you need to be strong enough to bear all the guilt."

He remembered what the Sorting Hat had said to him. He did not lack courage, but what drove him to make a decision was not courage, but fear.

"If you want to cry, I can lend you my shoulder."

He rested his head on the opponent's shoulder and involuntarily hugged the opponent's body tightly.Riddle is like a mirror, reflecting his true colors, a weak and helpless existence, and what he needs to bear is far greater than the upper limit of what he can bear.

The opponent's hand patted him on the back, "We are different from others. We have greater power, which means we can cause more damage, and it also means that we need to bear more consequences. This is destined Yes, we are born to bear such heavy responsibilities, instead of living a mediocre life like other people. If you don’t act, you have to bear the consequences of your inaction. If you do something, you also have to bear the consequences of your actions. Whether you choose to protect or not to protect, the result is unbearable. We have no choice, this is our destiny. But, you have to know one thing, it is not you who choose your destiny, but fate chooses you. It's not your fault that God gave us great strength but not a strong heart, it's just that you...are too soft."

How is this not his fault?If only he could be stronger... He sobbed uncontrollably.this is not your fault.He has been expecting someone to say this to him, freeing him from endless responsibility, and he knows that this sentence is sinful, because he cannot escape his responsibility, no guilt can be forgiven .However, at this moment, he just wanted to lie on the other person's shoulder and cry loudly. Although this was the most useless behavior, it was the only thing he wanted to do.No one else can accept him in his truest form, Harry can't, McGonagall can't, Dumbledore can't, because they are all good people, clean from heart to body, they are so clean that Stains cannot be tolerated, and he is such a smudge.Only Riddle can, only Riddle truly understands what is evil and what is to bear the evil.Only here can he indulge himself to cry.

Only weak this once.he said to himself.But deep down, he wanted this moment to last forever, forever.

"Promise me," the other party held him in his arms, "don't leave. You belong here, what you want to protect, what you have to bear, everything is here, not elsewhere."

He didn't answer, but just hugged him tighter.