[HP] How to properly feed the savior

After the day's activities, he returned to the dormitory assigned to him by the military and turned on the tablet he carried with him.

This computer uses hyperspace communication technology that he did not disclose to the military. Unlike electronic signals, this communication method will not be disturbed by magical magnetic fields. Z's quantum computer.In fact, due to the limited computing power of the tablet computer, most of the program operations are handed over to the quantum computer. After the calculation is completed, the data is packaged and transmitted to the computer in his hand.

Remotely starting the computer, he checked whether all the functions were working well, especially the monitoring system he installed at Hogwarts.However, as soon as the monitoring system's screen was called up, his gaze involuntarily fell on the monitoring screen of the Room of Response.At first he thought it was a DA event, but after checking the number of people, he confirmed it was not.

There were only four people present, plus a summoned target.Riddle stood beside Harry, flipping roughly through the Half-Blood Prince's book.Hermione folded her arms, scowling, looking unhappy.Ron looked at the two of them, and then at Harry who was about to cry, with a helpless expression.

"Have you still not figured out where you went wrong?" Riddle asked coldly.

"I was just joking, how could he have expected such a big reaction." Harry said tearfully, "If I knew he would drop out, why would I have to wait for Ron to go back to the dormitory before experimenting with spells?"

"Hey!" Ron yelled angrily.

"That's a handwritten spell, you have no idea how dangerous it can be!" Hermione glared at Harry angrily.

"Is there any difference between handwritten spells and ordinary spells?" Ron asked with his mouth wide open.

"If this spell is listed in your textbook, the prince doesn't need to copy it into the book, right?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, "It may be the spell he invented himself, or he read it somewhere Arrived. Judging from the traces of alteration, he should have invented it himself. In other words, this is an untested non-standard spell, and its effects may be unstable, and various unexpected situations may appear. "

"But I did it right the first time, without incident," said Harry, bewildered. "Besides, I have used the spell that the prince copied several times, and it was a success. It is much easier than the spells we teach in class. Besides, his spells are usually used for pranks, and there is nothing dangerous."

"You can't make mistakes because you are more focused. When you learn spells in class, you are forced to master them, so you can't fully concentrate. And these spells of the prince, you want to learn, and the learning efficiency will be much higher." Del handed the open textbook to Harry, "Try this spell and say it to that dummy."

He adjusted the focus of the camera so that he could see the words on the book clearly.This handwritten spell has been revised several times, and the prince could feel his love for this spell from the handwriting. He silently recited the spell in his heart, feeling a little understanding why Riddle wanted Harry to try it.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the target of the dummy, "God has no shadow!"

Three invisible sharp blades split the target into several pieces.It fell to the ground with a crackling sound.Harry froze, Ron's jaw dropped to the floor, and Hermione covered her mouth, stifling a scream just in time.Riddle waved his wand, but the dummy didn't recover.

"What's going on?" Hermione also sensed something was wrong.

Riddle walked over and inspected the pieces of the dummy, "Black magic."

"What?" Harry exclaimed.

"I use a normal recovery spell, most of the physical damage can be restored, but this spell can't." Riddle observed the section of the dummy thoughtfully, "It's a very powerful spell, it has its own The effect of inhibiting recovery, if it hits a person, it will cause blood to flow continuously, and the healing spell can't deal with it. Harry, if you used this spell on Ender at that time..."

"I know I was wrong..." Harry was on the verge of tears.

"No, the reason Ender left was that he was afraid that staying here would hurt you." Riddle shook his head, "at least that night. He used the Iron Armor Curse, which was a subconscious reaction, and a perfect The Iron Armor Charm, which can reflect spells back to the caster, just like he bounced the Fuchsia on you that night. I'm not sure if the Iron Armor Charm can reflect this magic, if it can, Harry, this is no joke Yes, the two of you were too close at that time, whether you hit the throat or the chest, even any major artery, you would die. And this is a black magic, probably no one except the prince himself will be able to decipher it. We don't know who this prince is at all, he might be a Death Eater, so do I have to go to Lord Voldemort?"

"Why would the prince record such a spell?" Harry looked at the book with a complicated expression. "I mean, he's fine, his spells are a joke, I don't think he's anything like a Death Eater."

"He invented this spell." Riddle emphasized, "I'm not saying he's out of his mind, but he invented this spell to kill people, no matter what he was before, when he wrote this spell, he thought It's not a joke, he's thinking about how to kill a person."

"So what changed him?" Harry asked eagerly. "Why did he become a murderer?"

"You're stuck, Harry." Riddle said seriously, "You can't tell the prince from yourself. You are controlled by that book, not by magic, but by the will of the prince. and talent are swayed in this potions textbook, when you use these spells, you are bringing back to others the brilliance of a man who was drowned by the big time, and you feel that you are one with him, his dream Became your dream, his glory became yours. Little Prince of Potions, huh? I heard Slughorn call you that, proud? You know it's not your thing, it's The Half-Blood Prince deserves the title, and you can only enjoy the accolades with peace of mind if you confuse yourself with him. Now is the time to break out of this fantasy, you and him, two people, he is a potion genius, He is proficient in spells and black magic, but he has a cruel side. Harry, although your potions are a mess, your talent for spells is mediocre, you are often distracted, and you are serious about science, but your heart is kind and you don’t want to harm People. You and him each have their own advantages and disadvantages, face your shortcomings bravely, and don't be ashamed because of your own shortcomings, so that you will not be greedy for the advantages that belong to the prince."

"It's easy for you to say." Harry complained, but still put the potions textbook aside. "I will no longer use the prince's spells, nor will I use his recipes."

"Then Slughorn wouldn't like you that much," Ron said regretfully.

"Why do I insist that the old slug like me?" Harry bit his lips, "It's not me who is really good at potions, it's Hermione, these praises should belong to Hermione."

"Don't say that, I'm actually not that good, compared to the prince, no." Hermione quickly shook her head, "But although the prince's spell is dangerous, his formula is not, is it? Why can't Harry use it?" Woolen cloth?"

"I don't think blindly relying on the prince will help you improve your potion level." Riddle flipped through the book, "The improvement of potion is improved by generations of potion masters. Irene changed One part, the prince changed another part, and there is only the formula in this book. If your level is not enough to question the prince's improved formula and invent your own formula, just follow the prince's thinking, just like taking an exam It’s the same as copying answers, although it’s not that shameful, but it can’t check your true level, and you can’t let you discover your weaknesses.”

"I see." Hermione's eyes gradually became firm, "Professor Slughorn is cultivating our originality, and copying other people's answers also violates his original intention. Ron, you should write your own in the future." Do your homework, it's better for you."

"What?!" Ron turned pale in shock, "This is the rhythm for me to be locked up!"

"Hermione is right. If I had woken up sooner, Ender wouldn't have left." Harry looked disappointed.

He turned off the computer and fell on the bed, thinking about the scene he had just seen.Riddle was right in saying that he wanted to leave because he knew that if he stayed at school, sooner or later he would hurt someone.In the past, he was able to control himself because he believed that most people in Hogwarts were really good people, and they had no evil intentions, such as McGonagall, Harry, and Headmaster Dumbledore.They may have means, they may be immature, they may be emotional, they may not be perfect, but they have good intentions.But now, he didn't know what was good.He remembered when his sister forced him to go to the battlefield, saying that if he didn't protect her, he would be sorry for the love she gave in the past.In his heart, his sister is always synonymous with kindness, but is kindness good?The life and death of human beings are on his shoulders. He must commit crimes, kill people, and destroy the future of another race. This is in the interests of the majority, and serving the interests of the majority is a kind of noble altruism. The essence of kindness is altruism.His sister is out to take away his hope in people for the sake of real goodness, he can't say she did wrong, he just doesn't like it.

Just like he didn't like the behavior of the kind people at Hogwarts.

He has to leave, otherwise he will want to resist, and resisting will inevitably bring harm.

He has no choice.