[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Harry took a deep breath, and the damp and rotten-smelling air in the forest was poured into his lungs, like a ladle of water being poured on a burning dark red coal fire, barely suppressing the fear that had already surged to the top of his heart .Biting his lower lip unconsciously, he clenched his five fingers, his nails almost sinking into his palm, leaving four crescent-shaped red marks on his pale skin.Then, taking advantage of this pain, the little green-eyed savior tried to calm down as much as possible, and listened to the movement around him.The singing voice was still ringing in his ears intermittently, but its position was erratic, sometimes far and sometimes near, Harry couldn't hear the lyrics clearly, but felt that the voice was vaguely familiar, like the temptation of an invisible demon, Seduced him to find out.

Vaguely, Harry felt that the singing was approaching.Then there was a sudden numbness on his back, as if there was a soft and graceful hand gently stroking it, the gesture was three points seductive, seven points seductive, his heart seemed to tremble slightly in this feeling, aroused An unspeakable longing.Unconsciously, Harry moved towards the direction where the singing came from, and before he struggled to walk a little further, he was pulled back by the collar.The savior regained consciousness in a trance, only to find that Chris was looking at him with a look of insanity, and one hand was still holding on to his collar.

"Harry, what are you doing, where do you want to go?!" Just when Harry was listening carefully, Chris also listened carefully to the surrounding movement, but except for the cold wind blowing through the treetops, water droplets rolled to the bottom of the leaves He didn't think there was anything special here except for the sound.At first, he thought that the so-called singing was just Harry's illusion, but when he turned around, he saw a roommate with an obsessed expression on his face, walking towards the distance step by step with a strange stiff pace.With a sudden tremor in his heart, Chris caught up with two steps without hesitation, stretched out his hand and brought the man back. Noticing that a gleam of clarity had faintly recovered in Harry Lake's green pupils, he asked loudly in his ear.

"I... I just thought, Chris, did you really not hear anything?" Harry's thoughts were still in a state of chaos, his eyes showed a little confusion, he blinked vigorously, trying to regain consciousness, Once again the question was asked.Chris's five fingers holding Harry's collar froze suddenly, and his expression began to become uncomfortable.

By now, even a fool should know that there was something wrong with the singing, but why was Harry the only one affected?Chris struggled for a while, as if hesitating whether to tell Harry something, but he didn't say it in the end, he just frowned and thought seriously, the hand changed position and held Harry sharp wrist.Anyway, before the problem is resolved, he dare not let go of his roommate.

"Don't be so nervous, Harry, listen with your heart." Voldemort spoke subconsciously, his voice remained calm and his expression didn't change, so at least there shouldn't be any danger, so Harry felt a little relieved .The green-eyed boy let out a long breath, completely sinking his mind to listen to the sounds around him. He had already had some kind of guess, and his heart somewhat recovered, but things didn't develop as he expected.The singing still resounded in my ears, but it was no longer the original ethereal, the voice became sharp and high-pitched at some point, like the scream of a ghost, and like an awl with a cold light, piercing fiercely into it. Harry's eardrums.The little green-eyed savior gasped, and immediately raised his hands to cover his ears, but his action didn't have any effect. The singing sounded from far to near, as if it would be near in the next second.

"Get out of here!" A string that was always tense in his heart broke completely at this moment, Harry grabbed Chris' wrist with his backhand and rushed out, a sense of crisis wrapped around his heart like a vine quickly tightened , the dull pain continued to cut Harry's nerves, no matter what, they couldn't stay here anymore!

Harry's judgment was accurate enough, and his next actions were decisive enough, but unfortunately he was still a step too late.

As if a cold hand was grasping his ankle, Harry was dragged into a dark quagmire or abyss before he had time to react, and he lost consciousness the next moment.Before falling completely, he struggled with all his strength, but there were only mottled and distorted blocks of color passing by in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Harry had no idea what or whom he would see when he regained consciousness.

"Meet you again, dear savior, my, Harry." A low, hoarse, magnetic voice rang in his ear, Harry turned his head hastily, and what he saw was indeed the same pair of colors Gorgeous and bright blood eyes that are unbelievably bright.This is that child... Then where is he now, is he still in his own consciousness?

In any case, the fact that he just lost consciousness and was not actually dragged into the ground and buried alive gave Harry a little relief. Since he is now in the depths of consciousness, then the outside things should be handled by Voldemort, that is to say , the alarm has been lifted?He let out a long sigh of relief, this time Harry was completely relieved, you must know that just for a moment, fear almost overflowed from his chest, not only worried about himself, but more Still because of Chris.No matter what the situation is, dragging down his little friends is an uncomfortable thing. Harry really would rather die himself than want anything to happen to Chris.Fortunately, the problem is basically solved now.

"Why, what are you thinking?" Without getting a response from Harry, the child moved closer to Harry's ear, and the inexplicable posture gave Harry a familiar feeling, and the little green-eyed savior shivered back He turned his head and looked him up and down with some doubts. "Could it be that you are that Boswell...or do you have something to do with Beecher?" Harry asked hesitantly. Although he felt that the possibility was very slim, the moment he was hung up from behind, He still asked subconsciously.

The child looked at him in surprise, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud. He looked a little older than the last time we met, and now he was similar to Harry in terms of height alone, but he was still taller than Harry. Get thinner. "Interesting, it's interesting, why do you think so, do we look similar?" He stared at Harry with great interest, and there was a kind of scorching light in his blood-red eyes, which made Harry unable to understand. distinguish emotions.

"No, I just feel..." Harry wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the child. "Okay, you don't need to explain to me, Harry, do you remember my question last time, maybe you can give me the answer now?" He raised his eyebrows, that look should never belong to a child, Harry hesitated A second, then firmly replied: "You are not Voldemort."

This sentence is a bit inexplicable, after all, the child asked who he is, not who he is not, but after hearing this answer, he smiled slightly.He didn't affirm the answer, but he didn't deny it either. He just turned around and said casually, "It's time, Harry, you should go." Li suddenly took a step closer to that side, and asked hesitantly: "What are you..." Of course he couldn't ask this question, because what he saw in front of him had begun to blur, and the darkness completely covered his vision, but his consciousness suddenly changed. Feeling light, floating up and down in the void, and then waking up.

"Back?" Voldemort's voice sounded behind him, and Harry immediately turned around, his lake green eyes were staring. "What happened just now, where am I?" When he asked this question, he didn't really expect the person opposite him to give him an answer, so the result undoubtedly disappointed him. "This question, I hope you can find the answer yourself, Harry, you can't ask me everything." Voldemort's tone was very flat, as if he just mentioned it casually, but it reminded Harry of his previous decision.

"I said, can you teach me again?" Harry pursed his lips, and after hesitating for a while, he still said it.He originally wanted to start a new life and live his life peacefully in the Muggle world, but he finally came to the wizarding world, which was the most chaotic North American wizarding world.So some things are actually unavoidable at all, and ideas have grown and sprouted since Voldemort left for the first time, but Harry still couldn't make a decision until what happened today.

Harry finally felt that he could no longer be so hypocritical, or that he was a little self-defeating. Anyway, he came here anyway, and it made no difference whether he learned or not.Of course, it was also because he gradually realized that he was not so indifferent to life and death. If possible, he still wanted to live. Therefore, he must have enough strength to protect himself, instead of relying on Voldemort all the time.

"Finally figured it out?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and his tone was quite playful, but the Savior finally got the idea, and he didn't dare to tease him too much. Once Harry refused to learn because he couldn't save face, In the end, it wasn't for him to coax him.But at least on this point, Voldemort was wrong, and Harry was not as naive as he thought.

Although a little embarrassed, the boy nodded seriously: "I know where I was wrong, and I won't be willful in the future." He has to face some facts after all, so why bother to avoid them.Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and looked at Harry with some deep meaning in his eyes: "I hope so, I won't say much, you just need to understand."

After this conversation, Harry's energy and spirit had almost recovered, so they quickly handed over control of the body.Feeling the people around him suddenly staggered a step, although Chris didn't stand still, he still reached out to help, and as a result...they fell to the ground together.Caught off guard by this fall, Harry gasped, grinned and rubbed his calf that had slammed hard on the stone, and then he and Chris stood up with each other's support.

"This time, it's really here..." Chris's physical strength has basically reached its limit, the boy is panting heavily, his face is pale, without any blood, but he still smiles brightly.Looking away from the front, there were soft branches with large green leaves hanging down from the air. The boy with beautiful gray eyes spread his arms and saluted Harry in the most elegant gesture: "My warrior, welcome to North America The oldest magic bazaar, Istian."