[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Chapter 101 Order of the Phoenix 31

Dumbledore's departure broke the last shackles on the twin brothers. These days, Hogwarts has become an exhibition of Weasley's joke shop products. Wherever you go, you can see the whoosh-boom fireworks made by the twins. .

"Look! That Catherine wheel seems to be connected to the rocket!" When they were in the dormitory at night, Seamus suddenly pointed out the window and shouted at them. "so cool!"

They made their way to the window, and another group of shiny pink piglets with wings flew past.

"Harry, can't you sleep?" Only Riddle noticed the movement on Harry's bed.

"No, actually..." Harry rubbed his forehead irritably, "I just thought that I would go to Snape for extra lessons tomorrow."

Riddle looked into Harry's eyes. "That little silver ball on shelf 97? What does it represent?"

"How would I know... Hey! Can you please stop getting into other people's brains without permission!" Harry said angrily.

"It seems that Snape's remedial lessons have no effect at all." Riddle laughed.

"Shut up." Harry fell down angrily.

The next day, before Snape's make-up class was over, Harry showed up in the Room of Requirement with a dejected expression on his face.

"What's the matter? Snape reprimanded you again?" When Harry came in, Riddle was dealing with a cup of pudding brought by the house elf, and he was drawing the blueprint as usual.

"It's worse than that." Harry found a seat and sat down. "Don't let Hermione see you messing around with the school elves again."

With that said, Harry told them what he saw in Snape's Pensieve.

"He told me never to show up in his office again." Finally Harry concluded with a dejected look.

"So how do you feel now? Full of sympathy for Snape?" Riddle put the remaining bit of pudding into his mouth, wiped his mouth with a napkin, "If you want me to say, Snape is too weak, no Dare to resist, otherwise I wouldn’t be bullied like this. If it were me, whoever dares to treat me like this, I will make him regret that he was born... I won’t kill him, but I will make him beg on his knees I took his life. I want everyone else to see that if you dare to offend me, that's what happens."

Harry shuddered, "It's a good thing my father didn't meet you."

"What about you?" Riddle looked at him, "How do you deal with this kind of person?"

"Hey! That's my dad!"

"This kind of person is very common." He ignored Harry's protest, recalling his past experience, "There are also types, generally speaking, they are empty inside, not strong enough, and need to find a sense of existence in others A little milder, like Harry’s father, who is actually just bored and enjoys the attention of others, and may not really be hostile to you. This kind of person can mingle with him, and compare him from his group People who are popular with the public, Lu Ping is such a goal, make friends with Lu Ping, sell him favors, and become his friend, then other people in the circle will gradually accept you and regard you as one of them. If it is someone who has conflicts of interest and is destined to be impossible to make good friends with, then the only option is to make him succumb. Like James and Sirius, they are easy to make enemies, and there are even lurking inside their circle Enemy, Wormtail. Unite those who have been bullied, made fun of, and have complaints against them, unite to isolate them, and force them to adapt to you in turn. This is also a way. But there is another way. You can't let him succumb, he'll just keep fighting with you forever..."

"How?" Riddle asked delicately.

"...stay away from him." He hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "Even if you go to another planet, even if it's tens of light-years across, stay away from him."

"You want to say kill him, right?" Riddle pointed out sharply, "Stay away from him just to prevent yourself from killing someone. This kind of person can only be an enemy. Once you find him, you should get rid of him quickly instead of giving him Opportunity for the opponent to kill himself."

He was silent.

"Well, it's a good thing my father met Snape." Harry scratched his hair, "It seems that Snape can be regarded as gentle and harmless."

"I told you, he's just too weak." Riddle snorted disdainfully.

"You can't say that... well, no more about Snape." Harry gave up on messing with his increasingly messy hair. "I'm just disappointed in my father."

"You see, this is called growing up." Riddle put the empty glass aside, "When I was young, I was always full of longing for roles like fathers, and regarded them as the gods in our hearts. It comes from our belief in God the Father - 'I will behave like my father', 'I will please my father', 'I can make my father love me more' and stuff like that. But as we grow up, our parents The myth of God began to be disillusioned in our hearts, and we began to question 'is such a person really qualified to be regarded as a god' 'is such a person worthy of my study?' 'do I need to care about such a person?' until finally, We suddenly realized that my father was nothing but a mortal. Muggles have a special name for this kind of psychological change, what is it called?"

"Oedipus complex," he interjected.

"Yes, that's what it is."

"My mum is just fine." Harry didn't hear a word of what they were saying. "She stopped my dad instead of standing by or cheering. She has a sense of justice. I don't know how she married my dad." .”

"Another manifestation of the Oedipus complex, Oedipus." Riddle pointed to Harry and said to him.

"I'm serious with you." Harry clapped Riddle's hand aside, "Can you understand this feeling?"

"Growing up, everyone will have it... Oh? You didn't?" Riddle said casually, and when he saw him shaking his head, he raised an eyebrow in a little surprise. "I also had a crush on my father, a phantom that didn't exist, and of course I ended up being... very disappointed in him."

According to the tone of the other party, that kind of mood is by no means very disappointed.

Harry looked at Riddle curiously, "I remember you seem to be... a half-breed? Your father was a Muggle?"

"Oh, yes." Riddle said pretending not to care. "I thought he was a wizard at one time, and he gave me this amazing talent. I later learned that my talent came from my mother's ancestor, the great Slytherin. My father, was just a stupid Muggle That's all."

"Then how...well, how did you face it?" Harry asked eagerly.

"I killed him." Riddle replied lightly. "For my mother, that damned man abandoned her to die in the streets of London."

Harry shuddered.

"You have never been disappointed with your father." Riddle ignored Harry's uneasiness, but was very interested in him.

"Maybe I just don't remember." He shook his head. "I just never thought that man was my father. I don't even remember saying a few words to him."

"You have a bad relationship with your father." Riddle didn't use a questioning tone.

"I am a disgrace to my family." After he came to this world, he rarely told people about his real past, "My parents feel ashamed to have a son like me, and my existence makes them unable to hold their heads up in society. They didn't do anything...they just acquiesced to my brother's murder of me and when my sister sued in front of them, they acted stupid like my brother was some kind of pure and good little angel. No, I never treated them Disappointed because I never expected anything from them."

"We could call this phenomenon the tragedy of prematurity," Riedel concludes. "Harry and I grew up at about the same pace, both disillusioned with our father in fifth year."

In his opinion, if Riddle's situation could be called disillusioned, then Harry was at best confused.

"Forget it." Harry slumped on the table. "It was a mistake to ask you two abnormal people to talk about this issue."

"We're not normal, isn't that why you came to us?" Riddle said sharply, "You won't tell Ron and Hermione this, because their fathers are pretty good, and you don't want to put yourself in front of them." Shame, so you come to us. You think, 'ah, these two guys, how can they be worse than me, even if they know that there is such a father, it doesn't matter'. You come and hear how bad our father is , Now we tell you, why are you dissatisfied again? Isn’t this what you want? Find a sense of superiority in those who are not as good as you?”

"No, that's not it," Harry shook his head flusteredly, "I didn't think so..."

"Of course, do you still need to think about it?" Riddle said proudly, "You just need to act according to your instinct. Even if you cause any bad results, it can be said that it was not intentional, and no one will blame you. Because you are the pure and innocent savior."

"Don't say it like I want to be the savior!" Harry jumped to his feet. "I don't want my father to be murdered!"

"Could you stop taking advantage of everything and putting on an attitude you don't want?"

"You want to be like this? You can only watch other children act like a baby with their parents since you were a child, and you can only imagine what it would be like if your parents were still around... Aww!"

With a "bang", Riddle punched Harry on the nose, knocking Harry to the ground, seeing that the other party was about to get up, Riddle followed up with another punch, and Harry could only lie down with his nose covered. on the ground. "Don't talk to me about what you want or don't want." Riddle shook off the blood on his hand, "Yes, your father is dead, but he still has so many friends alive, everyone tells you, ah, What a noble and upright man your father was, and how proud he was. The only dissonant voice was Snape, who said your father was not a saint, but a mortal, flawed. Now the proof is with you Right now, your dead father is not the saint you thought, and you are going to cry and play tricks? You are going to be the most miserable and wronged in the world? Harry Potter, you know you are the most annoying Where is the place? That is, everyone around you treats you unconditionally, and the one who treats you badly is his fault!"

"I didn't say that..." Harry looked at him tearfully, not knowing whether it was wronged or hurt. "Ander, why don't you stop this guy?"

He took a serious look at Riddle, nodded towards him, "Good fight."

Harry wanted to cry even more.

He could understand Harry in many things, but in this case, he didn't want to understand Harry's feelings at all.He knew how Riddle felt when he killed his father, it was the pain that tore the soul, it was this pain that created a person like Voldemort, and Harry was just complaining that his father had bullied Snape, just It was because such a small thing - though not for Snape - had ruined his perfect father figure.

He refused to defend Harry.