[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"According to the agreement, today is the last time, and then our transaction will come to an end." The soul-returning stone rubbed the black stone inlaid in his hand, which looked like a very rough ring, and said slowly, his eyes were unremarkable. avoiding the sight of the person on the other side. "Yes, for the last time, but only if you abide by the agreement between us." Voldemort pressed his fingers on the young man's pale wrist with a half-smile, and felt the slight warmth of the same temperatureless limb. Yishu: "I know what your plan is, but you should understand that you can't hide it from me."

The soul-returning stone did not speak, he let the sharp nails draw a shallow scar on his wrist, squinted his eyes when he saw the dark red blood seeping out from under the skin, and suddenly retracted his wrist and wiped away the demonic spot with the tip of his tongue. Different blood color.The sweet smell of blood spread in the mouth, and the Resurrection Stone frowned, but his expression was joyful, as if he was enjoying the most delicious alcohol in the world.He licked the wound several times, and when the blood stopped flowing, he tore it open again with his teeth. Finally, Voldemort couldn't take it anymore with his beastly eyes and movements.The Demon King waved his wand without hesitation, forcibly stopping the boy's movements.

"That's enough," he took a deep breath, lightly repaired the wound on the wrist of the soul-returning stone with the tip of his stick, and the eyes that met him became darker and darker: "One more thing, I will help you solve this problem, How?" Voldemort was very clear about the reason why he voluntarily backed down, he couldn't stand the Resurrection Stone holding his youthful face like this, silently reminding him of what happened in his previous life, and he didn't want to think about it , after ten years of dormancy in Albania, came to Hogwarts again, drinking the blood of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, whether he also looks like a ghost... No, then At that time, he might be even more unbearable.

The yew wand made a grinding sound in the palm of his hand, but Voldemort didn't seem to hear it at all. He slowly pressed the tip of the wand to the throat of the Soul Resurrection Stone, staring indifferently at the face that suddenly changed color, A word-by-word warning: "Don't even think about haggling. Since it's just a Horcrux, you'll never want to go against my will." The pressure condensed out of thin air almost made people kneel down tremblingly, but the boy just sneered He raised his chin: "If Harry hears this, what do you think he will think?" The young Riddle's face was already enchanting enough, and the sneer on the corner of his lips at this moment made it even more so. Infinitely deepening, the soul-returning stone has always had the confidence to pinch its own life gate, after all, they have always been one person, haven't they?

"He won't know." The tip of the bone-white staff pressed down again. It was not only the magic power that was sharp to the bone, but also the hidden anger of the Demon King at the moment. He tried his best to restrain himself from attacking the soul-returning stone. Despite the impulsiveness, his tone remained calm. "Since that's the case, how about we not interfere with each other on this point?" The young man didn't care about the magic wand that was about to pierce his skin and stuck into his throat. He smiled slightly and said his proposal. Don't dare to go too far, after all, it's not just the opponent who has weaknesses.

"So, who have you already set your eyes on?" Voldemort's expression was blank for a few seconds, he withdrew his wand, and his expression became weird in an instant: "Or the truth is as I guessed?" "It doesn't matter, I just need to know your answer." Sensing the hint of ridicule unconsciously revealed by Voldemort, the Resurrection Stone immediately turned dark, he gritted his teeth to restrain his emotions, and replied a seemingly gentle, but in fact the storm hidden smile.

"As you wish." Voldemort snorted softly, agreed to the exchange casually, and then raised one eyebrow playfully: "But I don't know, I still have this tendency... why don't you try it now?" He raised his hand to hook back the soul stone's chin, but the young man slapped his hand away fiercely. "Enough of the joke, stand in the middle, after today's ceremony is completed, there is no need for you to come over." The young man pointed to the array of runes flashing regularly in front of him, wishing he could quickly end today's event, Then just throw people out without reason.

"You did better than I imagined," Voldemort said when facing this other self, he was obviously not stingy with words of praise, he raised a smile on the corner of his lips, and then stepped forward.The soul-returning stone took a deep look at him, and put the ring tightly held in its hand on the reserved position, where the complicated magic texts converged, guiding out the ultimate power belonging to one of the three holy weapons of death, and returning to the ring. into a steady cycle.Immediately, the young man cut open his wrist with a silver dagger engraved with mana, blood poured down on the ring, and the black stone inlaid on it was lit up when the blood touched it, and the dark red light was like a silk thread, quickly covering the entire body. Rune array connection.He didn't care much about the more powerful force erupting from the rune array than before. On the contrary, it was the force and angle of the falling edge that made Voldemort frown. The young man was still somewhat measured, and he didn't really open the artery. The blood lost so far had been enough to make him suffer for a while, but he still didn't seem to notice.

The last ceremony was a bottomless abyss in terms of blood demand. The soul-returning stone kept bleeding until all the scenes in front of him began to spin, so he had to stop. Then he picked up the blood-enriching potion that had been prepared on the table, Not caring how weird and unacceptable the taste was, he raised his head and downed the whole bottle without hesitation.

When the Horcrux and the Deathly Hallows are combined, what will be the result?Feeling the comfort of the soul being finally repaired and the tingling of the limbs, the Demon King's eyes rested on the soul-returning stone thoughtfully. Looking at it, unexpectedly, the magic power around him suddenly trembled violently. "What are you doing?" Voldemort gripped the yew wand tightly, trying to calm the turmoil with his own magic power, but unexpectedly, the powerful magic power he was always proud of was nothing compared to the power contained in the Deathly Hallows itself.

"Don't use the magic power, it will be fine soon." Manipulating this ritual originally required a lot of energy, and the previous blood loss also caused a certain image. The Soul Resurrection Stone was almost untenable now, and he half leaned on the table. Suddenly, he found that the situation seemed to be out of his control.

"I think I've come into contact with it." Voldemort said expressionlessly, with a trace of coldness in his eyes, the moment the magic power touched the rune array, it was completely attracted as if it had encountered the other end of a magnetic pole. , He tried his best but failed to withdraw the magic power, instead it was drawn out of his blood bit by bit.

"Voldemort, are you crazy?!" The soul-returning stone's pupils shrank slightly, but under the fright and anger, they still tried their best to keep their minds and prevent the situation from turning into a worse step, but the other party seemed not to cooperate.The magic power flowed with the array, and just at that moment, he unintentionally touched several strings of coherent runes. Voldemort's expression changed slightly. He tried his best to control his magic power to check it, and then looked out of the array with a sneer. person: "What contract do you want to force me to sign?"

Hearing what Voldemort said, the Resurrection Stone knew that he had discovered it, but since that part was not activated, he always had room for explanation. "What do you think it could be?" The young man spread his hands innocently, but his gaze stayed on the ring menacingly: "It's just to prevent you from doing something like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, you can understand it, can't you? "I don't like being threatened by others, even you, so don't touch my bottom line." He barely suppressed the idea of ​​teaching the young man a lesson, he would never kill another self, but a little punishment might still be necessary at some point.

Voldemort didn't want Harry to know about the restoration of the entity, so he continued to close the connection with the savior, not noticing that he had been outside for a whole month, and this premise even left without saying goodbye , he didn't know that Harry's mood had changed several times from anxiety to worry to anger.In fact, when he finally planned to go back, the savior's emotions were already on the verge of breaking out.

Draco found this out, but he didn't know exactly what was driving the Savior's emotions.

"Harry, I know there's a party tomorrow, do you want to join in?" the blond boy asked cautiously, paying attention to his companion's expression from the corner of his eye.During this month, he lost weight obviously, his chin became sharper and his complexion became paler, but his eyes were much brighter than before, as if a flame was burning inside. It has to be said that his interpersonal relationship Much better than Harry's. "No need, when I was reviewing the basics of transfiguration, I found some problems that I haven't fully understood, so I plan to go to the library to study it tomorrow afternoon, I wish you a good time." The party would only get more irritating, so Harry just smiled and got back to his textbooks.

"But you're in a very bad state, Harry." Draco simply sat down across from him. He stared at the person opposite with his chin in one hand, and his tone became serious: "I thought we were friends?" Yes, we have always been friends." Harry sighed lightly, put down his pen and raised his head, with a calm and firm expression: "But this does not mean that I have to accept your suggestion, otherwise, it will no longer be just a suggestion, Are you right?"

Draco didn't speak, and stared at him quietly for a while before dragging his voice: "But I don't think so, Harry, of course friends don't force each other's behavior, but you must at least seriously consider my Propose?" The boy felt that he should admit that more than half of his current comfort comes from Malfoy's surname, but this does not mean that he has no winks at all. If he does not have the backing of matching strength, the so-called Malfoy's glory is nothing but a show.

Pursing the corners of his lips, Harry was about to speak, but his face suddenly changed. He felt the strong fluctuations from the other end of the connection, but it was very vague.There was nothing left to guess, and Harry's face suddenly darkened. At this moment, that person was still closing himself in one direction. What exactly was he trying to do?