[HPVH] 38 years old

I made up my mind you were the only man for eat the first sight.

(The first time I met you, I decided you were the only one I wanted.)

[1929年12月31日19∶30P.M.科尔女士孤儿院二楼汤姆的房间]

Today is Tom Riddle's third birthday, and he has no cake, gift, or blessing.He is very hungry now, and he has been locked up in his room all day, just because he wanted an extra mouthful of fresh milk for his birthday at breakfast, and the godmaid thought it was greed, That's a crime.

It's really puzzling.

It was dark outside, and it always gets dark early in London in winter, and Tom's room was deserted and empty.Because he is the well-known little monster, the adults say he has a problem with his mind.

But Ms. Cole never dared to look Tom in the eyes. The old woman who smelled of gin always liked to yell, accuse and curse at Tom for no reason, but whenever she wanted to teach Tom a lesson, Tom Just look straight at her with my black eyes, and then she gets scared.She would point to Tom and say, Devil, and then she would have someone throw Tom into his own room and leave him alone.

All the kids should be in bed already, and even though it's New Year's Eve, they won't be allowed to "waste" candles.Everyone should go to bed early, so that the godmothers can "save their worries".

Tom still believed in God at that time. He knelt on the hard bed and prayed devoutly towards the direction of the moon by the window.

He's not greedy, he's a good boy.He just hoped that Almighty God would take care of him more and give him a birthday surprise.After all, there are 365 days in a year, and only this day is special to Tom.The day of his birth must be the most special and meaningful, because he was born.

Suddenly a black shadow quickly crossed Tom's window, and something was thrown from above.

Tom ran to the window curiously and pushed open the wooden window that should have been sealed. He always has these abilities to make the impossible possible.Then Tom saw a man in a white shirt floating in midair.

God, is this your birthday present for me?He has a pair of beautiful lake green eyes, like gems.

Thank you, Almighty God.

……

Harry raised his middle finger at Liu Lishi in his heart. Damn it, he never thought that the second he finished talking with Liu Lishi, he would suddenly find himself appearing under the night sky tens of feet high. In the next second, he began to accept that the gravity of the earth was in free fall.

Immediately near the ground, his magical instinct saved his life, and he controlled himself to re-float.Then he noticed that he was outside Dali's house, and the window on the second floor that was supposed to belong to him was open.

So Harry flew up, and now it was dark, and the time was a little different from the time when he entered the world of glass-colored.

Then, Harry froze by the window, the black-haired little boy suspected of being the Dark Lord was crawling on the window sill, looking at him curiously with those obsidian eyes.

Harry flew in and the boy didn't stop him.

The second Harry landed on the wooden floor of the house, the boy said in a nice voice, "Are you an angel who fell from the sky?"

Harry was taken aback for a moment, he was a little confused about the situation, and just answered truthfully, "No, I'm a wizard."

The boy's mouth opened wide to show he was surprised, and after a long moment he said, "Cool! I mean, I'm a wizard too, right? I could do that as a baby when I was a baby." Do, I saved myself by floating into the air when I was thrown on the floor by mistake by a drunken godmother. But..." Obviously, the following topic will not be pleasant of.

"I know, I understand..." Harry said involuntarily, thinking of some things he knew from his Aunt Petunia about his own childhood, as if he had done similar things before.Aunt Petunia was horrified, that is, since then, he lost the right to sleep in the crib with Dudley, and was sent to the cupboard.

Suddenly a feeling of sympathy took root in Harry's heart, he walked forward, the little black-haired boy took a step back vigilantly, and then Harry embraced that sensitive and fragile innocent life.

That hug was warm to Harry, and he felt the little boy's shivering at the same time.

He hugged the boy without saying a word, and the boy gradually hugged him harder, tears soaking Harry's shirt, but he didn't leave or ask.Harry has always been a very considerate and warm person, he can always do some small but touching things.For example, at this moment, he understands that stubborn little boy, and he definitely doesn't want people to see him crying.

So, he just hugged him, gave him enough warmth, and said a word that shouldn't be asked.

……

On the night of Tom's third birthday, God gave him a warm hug and a green-eyed man with a gentle smile.

Sincere thanks to you, merciful God.

……

[1930年1月1日7∶30P.M.科尔女士孤儿院二楼汤姆的房间]

Harry stayed by Tom's bed, waiting for Tom to wake up.Although he had confirmed that the sleeping black-haired boy in front of him was really that Tom Riddle, he still found it unbelievable that it was so different from the Dark Lord in his impression.He couldn't really connect the two of them, as far as Harry could tell, the Dark Lord was the Dark Lord and Tom was Tom.

He had killed the Dark Lord, and Tom was just a little boy crying for warmth in his arms.

Harry's hand was firmly held by Tom in his own. He asked Harry to promise him that he would see Harry at the first sight when he woke up. In order to lull the future devil to sleep, Harry accepted.

And he is not sleepy, he has some jet lag problems and needs to switch, which is a real time difference.

Then Tom woke up after Harry smiled and pinched the tip of Tom's little nose, which was very cute in sleep.His black eyes were full of doubts, and then he shook off Harry's hand, jumped up from the bed nimbly, hid on the other side of the bed, and looked at Harry warily.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Harry was taken aback, "You don't remember me?"

"Why do I remember you? I've never seen you!" Tom narrowed his eyes, looking at Harry with his sharpest gaze.

Then Harry found himself slowly becoming transparent until he disappeared completely.

……

On the morning of January 1930, 1, I awoke to find a ghost beside my bed.Unfortunately, he disappeared soon, and the ghost told me that he knew me.

who is he?Is it my relative?

BY: Tom's childhood diary.

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