[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

When Harry arrived in Imofani, Riddle also reached the deepest part of the Albanian jungle.During this journey, he did not hear any rumors about the terrifying shadows that could devour life in the depths of the dense forest.So he sighed softly. It seems that the main soul of this time and space may have ceased to exist because of the arrival of Voldemort who was tied to the savior.Although he was still the same person in the end, he was somewhat different. Resurrection Stone Riddle stopped and rubbed his temples with his slender fingers. He found that he didn't seem to want to know the result so much.Are you sad, but it's not true, one of them replaced the other, and it seems that they didn't lose money?

The corners of his lips curled up enough for the ambiguity, but he still walked slowly towards the expected destination, whether it was far or near, but the distance of dozens of steps was dragged by him for half an hour.Pursing the corners of his lips, he stopped. The young man with an unbelievably exquisite appearance closed his eyes heavily without hesitation. He moved his fingers and used magic power to cut off the vines and thorns growing in front of him, and passed through the crack forcibly cut by this line. He finally came to the very center of the Albanian jungle.Not surprisingly, here is the place where he has been lurking for ten years at the other end of the parallel time and space.But now... Ten years of waiting has come to nothing. If the main soul is really forcibly erased like this, it would be extremely unfair.

Resurrection Stone Riddle suddenly smiled sarcastically, he raised his eyebrows, and was surprised to find that such naive thoughts still remained in his heart.Fairness or something, in this world where the law of the jungle follows natural selection and the law of the jungle, no one really cares.After all, those so-called noble virtues are nothing more than masks for hypocrites to cover up their ugly faces, as if they can change anything, which is ridiculous enough.

Twelve towering trees soaring into the sky formed an exceptionally regular circle, and the luxuriant canopies connected together in the air could really cover the sky. Hundreds of vines tangled and hung down without any twists and turns. The soft and graceful form is like giant pythons entangled with each other, almost wanting to choose someone and devour them.Riddle walked into the haze under the canopy expressionlessly, and he didn't show the slightest bit of discomfort. He is the darling of darkness, and it is definitely not the shadows that make him feel uncomfortable, but only the midday. Blazing sun.Very good, as expected, nothing, the Soul Resurrection Stone Riddle casually lowered his gaze, he actually felt a little sad now, this is not a good sign.

The devil is the devil, the indifference of nature is not so easy to change, after the sadness, the joy that is overwhelming is overwhelming.So what if it is me, if the main soul is still here, then it is conceivable that a fight between them is unavoidable, but there is no question of who kills who, but who is fused by whom, and who Who has become the leader.It is strange that a horcrux with self-will is willing to be re-integrated. Resurrection Stone Riddle stood in the circle with complicated emotions for a while, and then wanted to turn around and leave. The main soul is not here, and neither is Nagini, so Albania no longer had anything worthwhile for him to stop.

However, at this moment, he suddenly received extremely familiar soul fluctuations. There was no other explanation for such a fit except that it came from the same source, so Riddle suddenly turned around, his eyes full of vigilance.The sentimentality just now disappeared in an instant, and he approached the sensed direction step by step, until he saw the little figure curled up.

As if also aware of his arrival, the small figure put down the arms wrapping around the knees and raised his head, the vigilance and alertness in his expression was exactly the same as that of the Resurrection Stone Riddle.Eyes intertwined, Resurrection Stone Riddleton was taken aback for a moment, he had actually seen the child's face through the few rays of sunlight that occasionally leaked through the gaps in the branches and leaves.The indescribable emotion burst out in an instant, as if his eyes had passed through decades of time, staring at himself when he was young through trivial light and shadow, still so immature, so ignorant, and still believing in himself wishfully Possesses a mysterious power that no one else has, and stubbornly insists that he is the one who is different from others.

It's a pity that it's not. The population of the wizarding world is not large, but it's not too small. 10,000+ people are just a drop in the ocean compared to the world's population, but it's really not rare just by looking at this number. Then he What's so special about the little Slytherin blood left in him?Resurrection Stone Riddle hooked the corners of his lips mockingly, he just felt that he was about to laugh out loud, he didn't feel that before, but now that he thinks about it, he suddenly realizes that he used to be really ridiculous, obviously everything is due to his own hard work It was spelled out, but he still took the so-called Slytherin blood in his heart, something that he didn't even bring himself a piece of bread, what is there to be proud of.He is a demon king, how can he really care about anything, how can he pay attention to glory and inheritance, he just needs to learn to be insidious, cunning and unscrupulous, isn't it?

"Who are you?" The young Riddle finally couldn't help but opened his mouth first. He just stared at the soul-returning stone Riddle, refusing to relax for a moment.The illusory young man on the opposite side withdrew his chaotic thoughts following his words. He looked at the young version of himself and smiled softly, then bent down slightly and stretched out his hand to the child: "Look at me carefully, Who do you think I am?"

Soul Resurrection Stone Riddle's smile was extraordinarily gentle, to the point of being unreal. If I had to describe it, it might be like the breeze blowing past the face when the spring ice was newly broken, with a little bit of coolness in it.Looking at the very familiar face in front of him, the young Riddle's gaze sank again, and he seemed to relax a little, but in the next moment he showed a fierce look. "Are you... my elder brother?" The age gap between them is not that big. The young Riddle looked about ten years old, and the soul-returning stone was never over 17 years old, so he didn't realize that he was caught by the torrent of time. Coerced, the young Riddle, who was involved in time and space decades later, would not come to the conclusion of his father, but they are so similar, what else could they be if they were not father and son, perhaps, brothers?

Resurrection Stone Riddle was stunned, the arm he stretched out to his young self froze there, then he withdrew his hand with a wry smile, looked at his young self seriously, and replied softly: "No, we are not brothers, I am you." If what appeared here was not the young Riddle, but the main soul of this time and space, the attitude of the soul-returning stone would definitely not be as good as it is now, and all the kindness he could show would be nothing but hypocrisy, but If there is no if, what appears here is that young self.The soul-returning stone took a deep breath, and then fell silent. He looked at the child as if he was looking at a ray of light. In this child, fate has not yet begun, and everything has yet to be redeemed.

"What do you mean..." As if he had guessed a certain possibility, the young Riddle's eyes on the phantom figure on the opposite side gradually became different, and he pursed his lips: "Prove what you said, otherwise Why should I trust you." He used a sentence pattern similar to when he spoke to Dumbledore in the orphanage, but the tone was completely different, there was no bossy order, just a little bit of stubbornness A cautious, even weak, prayer.

The Resurrection Stone Riddle heard every meaning in it clearly, and then he fell silent. The illusory boy bent down and hugged his young self. The comfort and harmony emerging from the depths of his soul is the best proof. Who else could this person be in front of him other than the wildest guess, who else could he be?

The young Riddle sniffed, his black and white eyes were a little red, he raised his arms and hugged the person in front of him tightly, the person's body obviously couldn't provide him with the slightest warmth, but he just felt so Warmth, people who have never experienced such a feeling will never understand.That is not someone else, but another self in the world, the only one worthy of his unconditional trust. If he can't even trust himself, who else can he trust?

After all, the young Riddle was still too young, he hadn't been exposed to those deeper magics, so he couldn't clearly understand the state of the Soul Resurrection Stone Riddle, and he didn't know that his body and soul were the other One of his best tonics, fortunately what he met was the soul-returning stone that was still insisting on something, instead of the main soul that had gone crazy in ten years of hopeless struggle, so he was not immediately swallowed , but was given the opportunity to lead a completely different life.What should I say, maybe it's just an arrangement of fate, success or failure has always been determined by God's will.

"Oh, it looks like you like him very much?" Voldemort, who was far away in North America, didn't comment on the choice of the Soul Resurrection Stone, he just raised his eyebrows playfully, asking in an unclear manner.The soul-returning stone didn't answer right away. He looked at the sleeping young self in his arms and subconsciously curled his lips: "This is different, he still has hope, he can still choose." Voldemort gently He let out a sneer, as if he dismissed his opinion of the Horcrux: "Oh, I didn't even know that I was still so hypocritical, but it doesn't matter, anyway, as long as there are other choices, I won't say anything about it. If you do it yourself, if you want to take him outside, you can do whatever you want."

Voldemort didn't mean to object, even though he didn't think that his Horcrux had any possibility of success. After all, even if there were some changes in the process, how could it be changed?The essence will not change. Tom Riddle has never been the kind of person who can be compared with Sunshine. I don't believe that the child can stay in the Muggle world willingly. All the actions of his Horcrux are just wishful thinking.But this is not what he is interested in. Compared with what will happen to the child in the end, he wants to know why the character of his horcrux deviates so much from what he expected, and it doesn't even look like He... what the hell, turned his Horcrux into this?