[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

His Horcrux, Harry?

Forgive Voldemort for not being able to link these two words together for a while, but he still reacted quickly, and at the same time his face was dark, the part of his consciousness that had been wrapped around Harry quickly returned to the spiritual realm of the boy through the connection among. "So, my closure didn't work..." Voldemort murmured softly, his fingers slid across the void in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, touching and stirring the magic power that belonged to the boy.It may not be inferior to him in terms of thickness, but it gives people the feeling of Zhongzheng peace that is completely different from him. Even the temperature is extraordinarily appropriate, neither too hot nor cold.

Where the fingertips touched, the thought feedback was as cordial as ever, but it was no longer as familiar as before. He could be sure that something was missing here, and it might be a fragment of his soul that he had inadvertently split. The other fragments are all tiny and fragile, and only rely on absorbing Harry's soul power to exist until now, until the moment just now, he was reintegrated into the soul.But if you calculate it more carefully... Voldemort's face suddenly became strange. His slender, pale fingers lightly brushed across the scar on the young man's forehead, rubbed the skin that had become smooth several times, and suddenly A thought popped into his mind... maybe he had not only fused back his own soul, but also a part of Harry.

This feeling is very strange, part of him and his boy are so closely integrated, completely indistinguishable from each other, but one thing cannot be ignored, from this moment on, Harry is no longer his Horcrux, the incomparable love between them The close connection has weakened quietly, and the remaining ones don't know how long they can last... This doesn't sound like good news at all.A haze passed quietly through the blood-red pupils. The Demon King stood in place with a calm expression, but the magic power around him was fluctuating extremely unstable, so the boy immediately became nervous. "What's going on, Voldemort, do you think there's something wrong?" Harry didn't know much about Horcruxes, let alone how to fuse split souls, and even split them apart. He was at a loss as to the method, and in a completely unknown situation, worrying was a necessity at all.

However, this time, the Demon King didn't answer, his gaze was patrolling back and forth in the spiritual realm of the savior, and Harry could even clearly feel that his memory was being gently touched by someone, but this action was more like It's temptation, not coercion. "What do you want to know?" Harry was stunned for a moment, but he didn't really open his spiritual realm for that person to look at. Instead, he stepped forward and asked softly. If it was just a part of unimportant memory, he might acquiesce to Voldemort Unauthorized viewing.

But while speaking, Voldemort had already found what he wanted to find but didn't want to see at all. It was the first love letter Harry received after coming to Durmstrang, which was packed in a clean and tidy rice Inside the red envelope bag, the font is slender and neat, and it is clearly written by a quiet girl. It is even smoked with a light floral fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it. "It looks interesting." Voldemort raised one eyebrow mockingly, and paused in the young man's lake-green eyes with contemplation, but the curve of his lips became more and more sharp: "Maybe you need Get serious about writing a reply and spend a nice weekend with her, huh?"

Harry was stunned, he couldn't understand Voldemort's idea of ​​jumping out of half of the Pacific Ocean, he just opened his mouth stupidly, but felt that there was nothing to explain, so he could only shake his head according to his instinctive reaction. "I really need to think about how to write a reply letter, but I won't give any ambiguous hints, because I don't like her." Although I don't know how the devil's idea came here, but in terms of facts, Harry's His face became a little serious, and his back straightened even more: "Voldemort, I don't know how you usually deal with this kind of thing, but from my point of view, playing with other people's feelings is absolutely unforgivable, especially , such a pure emotion."

"Purity, you think it's pure?!" The Demon King sneered coldly, and the anger furrowed between his brows suddenly became clear: "No, or it should be said that in your perception, I am The kind of mean and shameless guy who likes to play with other people's feelings, isn't he?" He didn't know how the Savior got this ability, but he had to say that almost every word of Harry's words was A sharp thorn pierced his heart, and every syllable was accompanied by blood spattering.This time I refused because I didn't like it, so if I met a more beautiful, charming, intelligent and wise girl next time, would the savior return an equally enthusiastic and sincere love letter, and then we would naturally get together with that girl?

To be honest, Voldemort is still not sure what his feelings for the savior are, but one thing is for sure, there is absolutely no room for a third creature to appear between him and his symbionts, not even himself !Thinking of this, his face became even more gloomy. The savior looked at the perfect profile that was exquisite and flawless, and swallowed it back into his throat when he wanted to say something.At this moment, he suddenly found a very good explanation for Voldemort's various strange behaviors, but that explanation itself was extraordinarily absurd, more unreliable than any other possibility he could imagine, not to mention Once you say it, it will definitely bring back a lot of memories, and the emotions caused by those memories are really difficult to control.

After thinking for a while, Harry finally chose to keep this conjecture in his heart. Whether it was true or not, it was not time to reveal it, not to mention that he was not sure of his own intentions, after all, he had never gone to that conjecture before. thought about it. "Well, since you're fine, I don't worry. The next time we meet will be after school starts, right?" Harry changed the subject naturally, and at the same time unconsciously remembered an event that would happen next year. He might There would be a chance to go back to Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure if he should. "You decide for yourself, but I will definitely not go with you." There is no need to touch the consciousness of the savior, Voldemort can see Harry's thoughts clearly just by looking over, his expression has not changed , just answered calmly.

"To be honest, I don't really want to go back, and I don't want to touch those memories that belong to the past, but... I don't think I can escape any longer." : "One last look, say goodbye, maybe I can let go, instead of blindly suppressing and covering up like now." "Just make your own decision, remember to inform me before school starts." Voldemort deeply He took a deep look at him, the emotion in his eyes was dark and unclear, but finally he didn't intend to interfere, but simply exited the spiritual realm of the savior.

"So what do you mean, are you not sure or dare not admit it?" When Voldemort came back to his senses, he saw the Soul Resurrection Stone holding his chin, looking at him with a strange expression, which seemed to be an abrupt question, but in fact It couldn't be more appropriate, another time, even if Voldemort is willing to think, maybe he won't be able to get the answer.However, the Demon King was silent for a while, and finally spread his hands: "I don't know."

This is not perfunctory, but he is really still hesitating. Although he had a similar idea before and made certain arrangements for it, but when he really wanted to implement that plan, he shy away from it. decisive.Voldemort didn't think he was afraid of anything except death, but he always felt that he needed to be more cautious on some sensitive boundaries.

"It doesn't matter, your matter has nothing to do with me..." Saying this, the expression of the soul-returning stone suddenly became gloomy, and Voldemort was very familiar with dancing in those dark eyes, but he rarely saw the cruelty in this person's eyes. Li and killing intent, so he couldn't help frowning. "Someone provoked you, or who did something to that child?" There are not many people who can provoke the soul-returning stone to this extent, and even fewer people can make him suppress and not solve it under such extreme anger So, is it impossible or unwilling to do it?The former is probably related to the former Demon King, if the latter, it can only be Riddle who quietly left at some point.

"Do you still want to go back to Hogwarts?" Suppressing the irritated flame, the Resurrection Stone asked very quickly. He originally thought that Voldemort would refuse without hesitation, but unexpectedly Unexpectedly, the devil did not make a statement soon. "Now that you have got everything you want, why do you still want to go back when Hogwarts can't help you any more?" The voice of the soul-returning stone became slightly sharper, but the person on the other side knew it clearly laugh out loud.Voldemort raised his eyebrows to look at him leisurely, moved his stiff and sore limbs, and slowly adjusted the most comfortable sitting position: "I see, the kid wants to go to Hogwarts?"

The soul-returning stone didn't make a sound, its expression was still gloomy and terrifying.

"Let him go if he wants to go, can't you trust yourself?" This time, Voldemort didn't intend to care about some superficial things anymore, and he said without mercy: "Have you forgotten that you were in Hogg? Watts' harvest, you, me, him, we have always been one person, if there is no Hogwarts experience, how do you want him to transform?" If you can't grind the sharpest things in your temper, if If he can't learn to endure and suppress, then Tom Riddle will never really grow up!In fact, they all understand this truth, but the Resurrection Stone has been stubbornly trying to protect that child under its wings. It's not that he can't see it, he just pretends not to see it. A child like Riddle is doomed In the rainstorm, on the thorns, use blood as a crown to crown yourself.