[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

When the soul-returning stone opened the door, Riddle was standing quietly on the steps. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't think we can go out according to the original plan." "Why?" The soul-returning stone was a little surprised Riddle raised his eyebrows, but his expression didn't change much, he just stepped aside and said, "No matter what the problem is, come in and talk about it." Riddle pursed his lips, and slowly stepped aside, Revealing the unconscious person floating in mid-air behind him: "I don't know what happened to him, it was like this when I found him."

Looking through the broken hair hanging in front of the man's forehead, the soul-returning stone's eyes turned around on his delicate face, and the pupils involuntarily narrowed accordingly. "I see, come in first." The young man took two steps forward and took the man out of the air, barely holding him in his arms and quickly walked into the house, while still comforting the boy behind him: "Don't worry, he won't There is something to do." Riddle locked the door behind him, still expressionless, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes, his footsteps paused in mid-air, and he followed quickly.

The Resurrection Stone placed Voldemort in a coma on the bed in the guest room, took out his familiar yew wand from his pocket, and skillfully gave him a series of detection spells.Colorful spells flowed over Voldemort like flowing water, but the young man frowned more and more, because he couldn't find the reason for the man's coma at all. "When did you find him and where?" He tried all the known detection spells, but still couldn't find the crux of the soul-returning stone. He only tried to find the answer from the side, and he was anxious. However, when facing Riddle, he was still as gentle as usual.

"It's in the Welsh alley, just now, I wanted to go through there to buy the ingredients for today's dinner, but I found him lying there." The boy quickly gave the answer, hesitated, and suddenly added: " I looked around, and I didn't find anyone with particularly strange behavior." The soul-returning stone suddenly saw solemnity, he pondered for a while, rubbed the top of the boy's hair with his free hand, and said softly: " It's nothing surprising, and the problem probably isn't with him."

"What do you mean?" The boy's body froze for a moment, but he didn't avoid the hand that was caressing him. He just turned his eyes to the unconscious person on the bed as if avoiding something: "If the problem doesn't lie with him, why is he unconscious? Could it be him?" "I guess there is a problem with the savior," the soul-returning stone gazed at Durmstrang's position, and sighed heavily: "They signed a symbiotic contract, as long as one party If you get hurt, the other side will also be implicated, and in less serious cases, you can suppress it with your subjective will, but now it is obviously very serious." The bone-white magic wand was between the pale fingers of the soul-returning stone As it turned, the boy became uncontrollably irritable.Whether it is him or Riddle on one side, it is impossible to be completely indifferent to the situation of the other self. If Voldemort himself is attacked, he can always do something to remedy it, but now the problem is Potter, What was he going to do to sneak into Durmstrang quietly and heal him?

In desperation, the soul-returning stone had no choice but to wave his magic wand and tried all the healing-related spells he knew, but none of them worked. Just when he began to consider whether to really start with the savior At that moment, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled suddenly.The soul-returning stone's eyes lit up suddenly, and he caught a glimpse of aura, and then gracefully pointed his wand at Voldemort, and said softly: "Clear water is like a spring." The water that emerged out of thin air fell like a small waterfall, It fell heavily on Voldemort's face and chest, and then splashed all around.The soul-returning stone didn't mind whether the robe on his body was also splashed wet, but he casually raised the tip of his staff to isolate the water droplets from the boy beside him.

"Okay, you go back to your room first." Noticing that the person on the bed was about to wake up, the soul-returning stone drove Riddle back without hesitation. Anyway, it's meaningless for him to stay here now , it would be safer to go back to the holidays, God knows why Voldemort never liked his young self from another world!

"This is... why am I here?" Voldemort's voice was unusually hoarse, he barely propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, his fingers subconsciously stroking his shoulder: "And why do you know?" His eyes suddenly sharpened , The majestic pressure seemed to be released and withdrawn, Voldemort stared straight at the innocent-looking Resurrection Stone beside the bed, clearly showing that he was about to strike if he disagreed.

"Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on, if it wasn't for that child who happened to pass by, I'm afraid you would still be unconscious by the side of the road." The boy shrugged casually, moved his fingers to summon a chair to sit on Opposite him, the expression on his face was not as casual as his tone: "Is something wrong with Potter? What do you feel?" The fingers pressed on the shoulders almost sank into the flesh, and after a long time, he uttered two words: "Fiendfire."

"What?" Resurrection Stone frowned, he didn't think the savior would encounter spells of this level in school, even Durmstrang, who has always been very tolerant of black magic: "But It's impossible, even if you didn't tell me in advance, no student would dare to mess around like this in school..." For some reason, his gaze suddenly became erratic, and he stopped the topic with a light cough.After all, he wasn't sure if he had the qualifications to say that people were messing around. Back then in school, he himself was the master who played with people's lives seriously.

"He did it himself." Voldemort almost spit out these words through his teeth, his face became more and more ugly, and his expression was cloudy and uncertain for a while, but he just restrained himself and didn't act rashly.The boy on the side raised his eyebrows as if listening to a joke: "Are you kidding? Let me not ask how Potter knew this spell, but I will ask you, how could he use this level of black magic on himself?" , what is the difference between that and suicide?"

Suicide... Voldemort's eyes suddenly turned cold. If the purpose of the savior is to commit suicide, is it possible to drag him into the grave in this way so that he can no longer cause harm to the world?Indescribable emotions pounded the Demon King's chest. It seemed to be disappointment and mixed with regret. He was silent for a while, then turned over and got off the bed: "I have to go back and have a look."

"I said, can you calm down..." Huihunshi didn't know whether he should be angry or laugh: "You are not as good as before. Where did you get the confidence to sneak back without anyone noticing, huh?" Harry has never kept a pet, and Durmstrang has not expressly prohibited the existence of snake pets, I can go back in the form of an Animagus." Voldemort's voice was quite calm, and he quickly straightened his clothes Robe was about to leave, and when he walked to the door, his footsteps paused slightly: "You don't have to worry, it's no big deal even if you are discovered, Durmstrang's current headmaster is my Death Eater, and some of them The professors who have the right to speak are also my partners."

"Forget it, I don't care about you," the soul-returning stone shrugged with a wry smile, "you can go back if you want, anyway, I have reminded you of everything that should be reminded, and if there is any problem, it is your own business. "Voldemort insisted on leaving. No one could stop him. After all, he was not an irrational person, and there should be no big problem after all. When Voldemort hurried back, Harry was still in a coma in the infirmary. That said, except for the penetrating wound on the shoulder which was too serious for the school doctor to do anything about, the other wounds on his body had almost healed.It's a pity that these scars are all left by black magic. The wounds can heal, but no matter how hard they are to disappear, Draco felt that he couldn't restrain himself as he gently stroked the bright red scar on Harry's face. Live wanting to cry.The pale-faced blond boy stared blankly at his roommate, the sense of guilt submerged him like a raging wave, and he could only hug the last driftwood tightly, and kept saying to himself: relax a little more, Just relax, someone will fix this, don't worry.

The so-called not worrying is empty talk after all, it is a friend he admits, how could he not worry? !At this moment, a hand put on his shoulder and patted him lightly. "Okay, Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid Mr. Potter won't be able to wake up for a while, how about we go outside and have a chat?" The girl standing behind him was tall, with exquisite features, and a pair of jewel-like There was sparkle in the clear eyes, but everyone who saw it couldn't help but feel agitated. It was under such circumstances that Draco didn't care about the girl's appearance at all.

The blond boy pursed his lips. Although he really wanted to keep guarding his roommate here, he still chose to follow the girl to leave after a few minutes of hesitation. He didn't know what Mia wanted to say, but there was no doubt that It is impossible for Harry to wake up quickly from this injury.But Harry didn't follow very far, almost as soon as he left the door of the ward, Draco pointed his wand at the girl beside him, and asked in a cold voice: "I think we can be more honest with each other, Mia Helen Na, why don't you tell me what exactly you are here for?"