[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The Dark Lord's hand left, and Harry wiped his face hard until it turned red.

Such childish behavior made the Dark Lord laugh.

He casually rubbed his fingertips and said: "The protection your mother left in your body even prevented me from touching you... You never thought about it," a malicious smile broke out on his face, "a Muggle Where did a mudblood from this world learn such advanced black magic?"

Harry yelled reflexively: "Don't say that about my mother!"

Dark Lord: "..."

A group of Death Eaters: "..."

Gryffindor's ability to grasp key points never disappoints Slytherin.

There was a strange silence for a moment, and Harry finally translated in his mind the meaning of the Dark Lord's instigation of discord, and said angrily: "Love is the most profound magic in the world, and it is also a magic you can never understand!"

"Dumbledore's brainwashing trick." The Dark Lord said indifferently, "The magic of love? Love is the most twisted curse in the world, haven't you realized it yet?"

"Yes, your mother's love prevented me from touching you, but it also caused her to be buried on the spot, allowing you and your aunt to torture each other and live in disgust for thirteen years... If you were given the right to choose, Do you want this kind of love? Or... the person you would rather survive is your mother?" The Dark Lord asked in a low voice, not surprisingly seeing the child's heart begin to waver slightly.

Bored survivor’s guilt. The Dark Lord thought boredly.

"All I need is your life. Your parents didn't have to die."

But this sentence calmed Harry down. He stared at the Dark Lord and said, "But neither of my parents are cowards." He glanced at Wormtail with contempt from the corner of his eyes.

"Gryffindor." The Dark Lord laughed again, not sure whether he was sighing or mocking.

He began to feel a little interesting and said: "Seeing me standing here and seeing me coming back from the resurrection, didn't you think of something? It seems that although the protection of your mother's life flows in your blood, but you yourself, But I don’t want them alive as much as you think.”

Such a naked statement finally made Harry's face freeze.

"Look at me...look at me, a living example of crossing the River Styx and returning! Your parents are willing to die for you, and you, what step are you willing to go to for them?"

Tom rolled his eyes covertly beside him. Excellent, I don't know if the method of seducing Aberforth allowed the Dark Lord to further expand his ideas. Now he wants to lure people into the water as much as possible. The name of his organization is correct, but he himself is called the Dark Lord, which is really unfair. He is a master of MLM.

He glanced at the long table with the corner of his eyes. Many of the guests on both sides of the long table quietly pricked up their ears with shining eyes.

Lucius, on the other hand, kept his head bowed seemingly respectfully, so Tom looked at him for a while.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, he is indeed the pure-blood noble who has done the best after the war.

Tom didn't believe there was anything wrong with this resurrection technique. Judging from similar cases, Sirius Black was able to stay in the world because he was willing to offer his body to an unknown god of death. It cannot be said that he did not pay the price. Judging from the Dark Lord's own temperament, he must have been very reluctant to let Aberforth share his research results on resurrection. It was just a tactical arrangement, and he had to share it with Aberforth before leaving. I want to dig a hole, I wish someone could fill it with all my flesh and blood in order to resurrect my sister. With the Dark Lord's egotistical personality, would he be willing to share the perfect resurrection technique with more people?

No brainless skeleton would believe it.

He must dominate the really good stuff.

But it was difficult for Tom to speak at the moment. He had already refuted the Dark Lord's face when he refuted the Dark Lord's words "inherited my worldly name". If he spoke rashly now, even the Dark Lord would In my eyes, he was a Horcrux... The diary, a lesson learned from the past, was still lying lifeless under the crow's claws. 7K妏揩

Why not see Harry's reaction first? Even if Harry's heart is moved, there must be a psychological process, right? As long as Harry didn't decide on the spot to fight the Dark Lord... Tom glanced at Harry uneasily from the corner of his eye.

Harry really wasn't impulsive. To be precise, his impulse and hatred were drowned by the Dark Lord's bewitching words.

His expression was frozen somewhere, and his whole mind was in a state of confusion. An idea that had never occurred before was thrust into his mind so clearly by the Dark Lord.

Yes... He couldn't help but think, if even a villain like Voldemort can be resurrected so easily... why can't my parents? Why? This idea was so tempting that he couldn't help but start to recall the specific spells used when Voldemort was resurrected... It seemed that bones, blood and flesh were needed?

Bones...you can get it in the cemetery...meat...he wants it! The blood of his enemy... He raised his eyes and looked at Voldemort. Wasn't their family's greatest enemy standing right in front of him?

The way he looked at Voldemort changed, as if he was a newly independent beast looking for the weakness of its prey.

"Very good." The Dark Lord nodded with satisfaction, "What's the point of having random, childish hatred?" He said to Harry, "The grudge between you and me is just a matter between us, why bother listening to interference from outsiders? ?”

"Love?" The Dark Lord sneered at this, "Love is the culprit that turns people into beasts."

"Welcome to the real world, my little beast." The Dark Lord laughed wildly and raised his wand, "Cruciato!"

Harry let out a miserable scream, trembling uncontrollably and fell to the ground. His eyes quickly filled with bloodshot eyes, glaring fiercely at Voldemort.

"Very good, very good." The Dark Lord stopped and glanced at Tom who couldn't help but lean toward Harry in a warning manner. "I like the look in your eyes now," he said and smiled, " I hope your dear Headmaster Dumbledore also likes the look in your eyes."

Low laughter echoed from both sides of the long table.

Harry stumbled to his feet and glanced at Tom warningly.

"What?" the Dark Lord asked him pretending to be concerned, "What do you think I will do to you? Kill you? No need, silly boy. Do you really think that you will be the one who leaves the protection of Dumbledore and your mother?" My opponent?"

Harry stared at him warily, looking more like a wounded underage beast.

"My opponent has never been you," the Dark Lord said boredly, "Don't worry, I will send you back to your chess player safe and sound."

He continued with a malicious smile: "Otherwise, who can ask for me who taught your mother the life-for-life spell that night thirteen years ago?"

"Otherwise, where can I find a student who can calmly talk to the benevolent Principal Dumbledore about resurrection?" The Dark Lord opened his hands to Harry, "I would rather go there in person. It's a pity that Dumbledore refused to talk to me..."

He laughed and said bewilderingly: "Go and ask him! Then you will know..."

He leaned down and gently touched the side of Harry's face again.

"What a twisted thing love is."

Then you've got the wrong idea. Tom thought calmly. Harry is a true Gryffindor. If you think that because of this kind of sowing discord, he will really remain silent because he is afraid of the imaginary truth, and then darken in self-torture, then you are wrong.

The Dark Lord turned his head, met Tom's gaze, and twisted into an even weirder smile.

"Look," he said to Tom, "love is the easiest thing to go against."

Tom raised his eyebrows and gave the Dark Lord a perfunctory smirk.