[HP] 47 Days Transformation

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Title: [HP] 47 Days Transformation

Author: ink jade green

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Harry Potter and Tom Riddle.They are old enemies, natural rivals, destined enemies.

From 2001 to 1932, 47 days, transforming the devil.

Well, in fact, this is a story of trying to correct the nature of the devil, but the result is getting more and more distorted.

The deadly stupid author just suddenly developed an attack of cultivation + blackening + forced imprisonment + "even if I die, I can only kill it with my own hands" + the potential of a devil.

Author professional HE100 years!

Note:

1. CP has been determined: Tom Riddle × Harry Potter.

2. The name of the character uses the translation version of the People's Literature Publishing House of China.

3. The author's whereabouts are uncertain, and the update is slow. It is recommended to fatten up and eat.But the author's glass heart shattered with a bang when no one looked at it, so it is recommended to appease it every now and then.

4. The three views of Xiao Gong are not correct, and the desire to monopolize is perverted. If you are unwell, please wear protective equipment.

5. Slow heat develops into a serious drama, a little abuse of HE, this is time jumping, not time travel! !

Once again, the author of this article is not correct. Tom in the article has personality flaws, high IQ and anti-social personality, over-conceited rather than arrogant, interests first, unscrupulous rather than noble and wise, there is no glory and pride to speak of, and those who cannot accept it should be cautious. , Tom's party is cautious, and does not accept the whitewashing of Tom.

Don't tell the donkey Tom is not the same as Voldemort, they are one!

Content label: HP is strong

Search keywords: Protagonist: Tom Riddle, Harry Potter┃Supporting role: HP Other characters┃Others: Cultivation, wrong views

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☆, September 1926, 12

The streets of London in December were already covered with snow, and the British Empire, which had just emerged from the shadow of World War I, was gradually declining like an old man stumbling along.Pedestrians hurriedly wrapped their coats tightly, braving the fierce cold wind, unwilling to stay in the empty streets for a moment.London, which was full of traffic in the past, was in a depression. The newspaper was spinning on the ground with the wind, and the date was clearly printed on the upper left corner: December 1926, 12.

The last day of 1926.

The skinny black-haired young man on the street clenched the pendant around his neck with a complex expression.It was an hourglass with extremely fine workmanship, with intricate patterns carved on the rotating shaft, and a slender silver chain wrapped around the young man's neck.Any wizard passing by would probably recognize it—the Time-Turner.It's just that compared to the golden time converter, the pendant is more delicate and smaller, and the whole body is overflowing with pure silver light.

The young man stood fixedly at the corner of the street, watching the newspaper being hung in the air by the wind, and finally stuck to a statue of a nun corroded by the rain.

error.

He should go back to 1946 not 1926.That's another 20 years behind schedule.

The black-haired young man looked down at the faintly shining time converter hanging around his neck, and frowned and put it away under his clothes.

The street seemed to be following the wind direction, and the cold and damp wind made the young man's messy black hair even more messy, and the curly hair stuck to the round glasses, hindering the young man's sight.The young man put his frozen hands in his pockets and looked at both ends of the street blankly.

Where should he go in this strange era?

"Your mission is to find that person's weakness!" Hermione's words were still ringing in her ears.

The wise witch looked at herself as if looking at the light of hope.This is indeed the last ray of light in the darkness.

After Dumbledore's death, the Order of the Phoenix fell.In three years, the forces of darkness swelled, Voldemort returned intact, and all their battles seemed to be the last struggle of a trapped beast.The savior gradually dimmed, and the comrades beside him fell one by one.Perhaps God finally couldn't bear it, and let him communicate with Voldemort's mind in his sleep, and found their last hope - Voldemort's most fatal weakness.

Find weaknesses.

This is his task.It seems simple, but everything is so at a loss.weakness?what weakness?A person, an event, a spell?Too many may make them at a loss.Searching for every tiny detail in the dream, they finally found the entry point—in 1946, when Voldemort was 20 years old.

According to the plan, the Time-Turner would take him back to 1946.

But something seems to be wrong with the Time-Turner.

Harry frowned, thinking seriously about the situation.

He didn't know that the moment he appeared on the street, the horoscope had formulated all the rules of the game, and everything seemed to be different, but there was no difference.All he can do is to tamper with the horoscope and win a new life!

"Sir...that sir..." A weak voice interrupted his contemplation.

Harry pushed back the hair in front of his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a haggard pregnant woman whose face was as pale as snow falling on her shoulders.The woman was very thin and skinny, but she had an unbelievably large belly.She seemed to be unable to support the weight of her stomach and leaned forward, holding onto the lamppost by the street with one hand, begging Harry to come forward with a look of despair.

"Ma'am!" Harry quickly trotted to the woman, "What's wrong!"

The condition of the woman is not very optimistic. The snow under her body is gradually dyed red, and she is suddenly startled in the white world.

Harry stood next to the woman at a loss, not daring to move her easily, let alone knowing what to do.

"My child...my child..." The woman seemed to have lost much strength, her dry lips opened and closed, and only intermittent air flow came out, "Go, go to the orphanage..."

"What did you say?" Harry moved closer to the woman, trying to hear better.But time did not allow him to hesitate to think about what the woman was muttering. He hugged the woman's almost icy body, tried his best to keep steady and hurried to the nearest hotel.

The innkeeper was obviously also startled by the blood streaming down the woman's legs.Having never seen too many emergencies, he quickly called his wife to come out to help.The wife quickly directed Harry to put him down, and began to busy prepare gauze, scissors, hot water and other tools.

"Don't faint, think about your child, don't just pass out!" The shop owner's wife kept saying next to the woman's ear, pushing and pressing the woman's incredibly big belly with her hands.The woman's voice had gradually decreased, as if she had exhausted her strength, and even the extent of her struggle had gradually slowed down.

Five hours later, there was finally a rush of crying in the room, which was the high-pitched sound unique to babies!This cry brought a glimmer of life into the gloomy hotel.

Harry couldn't express how happy he was.Although the child had nothing to do with him, to witness the birth of a baby in this oppressive wartime was like being christened.Harry had always loved children, he loved everything that symbolized pure joy, and the mere arrival of a child made him happy.

"My... child." The woman opened her eyes, letting the sweat run down her eyelashes and down her face.

The owner's wife looked at the mother who was weak and dying with worry, hugged the baby in a swaddling baby, and handed it to the mother carefully.

The child is not beautiful, with wrinkled skin, thin and small, and sticky fetal fluid all over his body.

But mother didn't care.She reverently kissed the child's ugly face, and her voice was so weak that even a breath could be covered.

"I'm sorry... I can't watch you grow up." Her chilblained fingers caressed the child's unopened eyes.

This sentence, this action seemed to consume all her energy.Her breathing became more and more rapid, and Death's hand on her neck had begun to gradually tighten.

The woman burst into a pale smile, and uttered the last words when she was dying.

"Your name is Tom... Marvolo Riddle."

The moment he heard the name, Harry's mind went blank for a few seconds.

What's the number today?Harry frantically searched the room for anything that could prove the date.

1926 12 Month 31 Day.

The cursed date was printed on the last page of the calendar on the wall.

Harry looked down at the baby in his arms in a daze.

Tom Riddle?Shouldn't he have been born in an orphanage?

Harry suddenly froze as if struck by lightning—if it wasn't for his penetration, Tom Riddle should indeed have been born in an orphanage.

All births brought Harry joy, with the exception of this one.He really hoped that the baby would die at birth like this.The devil who had brought darkness to the wizarding world for more than ten years is now curled up in his arms, as long as he stretches out his hand and presses his neck gently, he won't even cry out.Or just let go, let him fall heavily to the ground, smashed to pieces.

As long as you kill the child in your arms, everything will be resolved.There won't be so many husbands and wives separated, there won't be so many mothers with white hair and black hair, and there won't be so many children begging and wandering... There is no need to look for any weaknesses, as long as he lets go, everything can be solved immediately. end.

Harry closed his eyes in pain, took a deep breath, and slowly let go of his hands...

Such a fragile baby fell to the ground... He was willing to bear the pain of killing the baby, and he was unwilling to see so many deaths in the future.

"Sir! Watch out for the children!"

A pair of hands held the swaddle that was about to slip from Harry's arms in time!

Harry opened his eyes in surprise, and it turned out to be the shopkeeper's wife who delivered the woman!

"Give me a hug!" She was planning to take the child from Harry with some fear, her eyes full of love for the child.

Harry handed the child to her in a daze, and silently looked at the sleeping Tom with a complicated expression.

As if sensing the change in his embrace, little Tom began to wave his hands and feet uneasily, and finally cried out loudly when Harry let go of his hands completely.

"Oh oh oh, don't cry..." The owner's wife began to shake skillfully, humming nursery rhymes softly to lull Tom to sleep.

But the child was still crying hard, and his voice didn't slow down at all.The shopkeeper's wife seemed to have no choice but to shake him gently, hoping that he would calm down.

Little Tom was crying, and his thin hands clenched into fists protruded from the swaddle, as if resisting the embrace.

He was still crying, his unattractive face was flushed purple, and the heart-piercing crying was mixed with a rapid cough, which was so pitiful that it made people feel distressed.

Harry looked at the face that was purple from crying. Now Voldemort is just a newborn child, who doesn't understand all schemes and tricks, and is not greedy for property and interests. He is as pure as a blank sheet of paper.Now he is just a child who needs to be loved.

When he collapsed in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, connected with Voldemort's mind, he faced the pain, looked into those blood-red eyes, and mocked word by word: "You never know love, you don't know friendship, I can only pity you." you!"

After hearing this sentence, Harry saw that chalky face froze for a few seconds, followed by overwhelming anger, the anger of the wound being severely peeled open.In his heart, he actually still cares a little bit...

In another environment, could Tom Riddle still be Voldemort?

After all, he is just an abandoned child...

Harry just felt something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow or spit it out.

He finally stretched out his arms: "Give me a hug."

The shop owner's wife looked at him worriedly, but she couldn't do anything about the crying baby in her arms. While admonishing him to pay attention, she carefully placed the baby in Harry's arms.

Maybe it was something about Harry that was soothing to a child.Little Tom's cries gradually subsided, and he clenched the front of Harry's clothes with his fists, and with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, he fell asleep sobbing.

"I really don't want to cry anymore!" The owner's wife looked at the little Tom who was still sobbing in surprise, but stepped down as if thinking of something, "Poor mother left after birth..."

Harry looked down at the little fist that was clutching his clothes.Tom's grip was not so tight that he could get his clothes out of the child's grasp with a slight tug.But seeing the child grabbing himself with all his strength and leaning on him to fall asleep, his heart felt soft and unbelievable.How could it be so distressing when she was just born?kill him?If it failed once, he didn't want to try again...

Since he can change where Tom was born, why can't he change his childhood and his upbringing?Since there is a path that can be walked without losing any life, why not be determined to achieve it?

Harry lowered his head, and lightly touched the child's warm cheek with his dry lips, and the warmth that belonged to a child was transmitted from his lips to the depths of his mind.

"Ma'am, can you take him in?" Harry straightened up and looked at the owner's wife who had been staring at little Tom and loved him a lot.

The shopkeeper's wife was taken aback, then blinked: "Me?"

"Are you... willing?" Harry held the child, looking at her nervously.

"My family, my family did not meet the minimum standards for adopting orphans..." She murmured a little ashamedly.

"I just asked if you would like to." Harry looked at her fixedly.

"Of course I would!" She met Harry's eyes ecstatically, and her excited tone expressed how sincere her words were.

She longs for children, but has been unable to bear children. Without complete documents, she cannot adopt orphans from orphanages. The business of the hotel is not good, and the savings at home cannot meet the minimum standards for adopting orphans.Of course she would like to adopt the child!

Harry looked into her happy eyes that were beginning to pool tears, and tightened his arms around Tom.

——With such a mother, she will take good care of you...

Harry handed little Tom to the innkeeper's wife, and little Tom immediately felt something and began to cry loudly.

Harry touched Little Tom's clean face, and bowed to the woman holding the child: "Ma'am, I have to go."

Tom seemed to be crying louder.

Harry wrapped his overcoat tightly, and disappeared into the thick fog along the street that was gradually beginning to snow.

Behind him, the baby's heart-piercing cry seemed much weaker.

☆, September 2000, 12

The surrounding objects quickly swept back, and the picture was distorted and blurred due to the rapid movement.Different faces and expressions flashed before Harry's eyes, but before he could see them clearly, they flashed again.It was as if someone was knocking something near the ear, and the sound of metal knocking seemed to cut off all other sounds.

Finally, at the next moment, it stopped.The silver time-turner finally stopped spinning.No, probably not a time-turner.

Harry staggered and nearly fell, but he steadied himself against the wall.The ear is like a microphone that has been switched on, and suddenly I can hear my own heavy panting again.

He returned to where he started from.This is an extremely empty laboratory, except for the research table and chairs in the center, there are no other instruments.

"2 minutes and 48 seconds, close to 3 minutes." A clear and serious female voice interrupted Harry's panting.

A woman in a white coat stood not far away, her eyes fell on the timer opposite, she was recording with a quill brush, her expression was extremely serious.

"Hermione..." Harry leaned tiredly against the wall, took a deep breath, his voice seemed to be a little unsteady, "something went wrong."

Hermione paused with her pen.The wise witch frowned, approached Harry, helped him sit on the chair, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm back in 1926."

"1926!" Hermione exclaimed, and hurriedly pulled Harry, who had just sat down, to stand up, and checked left and right, "Could it be that you encountered a time-space turbulence! Are you not injured?"

Harry let Hermione look him up and down, dumbfounded, and sat back on the chair after she finally confirmed that there were no wounds.

"No. It's just... I'm back in 1926, December 1926, 12." Harry sat up straight, highlighting the date.

Hermione frowned, as if she didn't realize the meaning behind Harry's words.The always clever witch just kept wondering, how could the time that had been set suddenly go backwards by 20 years?

Harry took another deep breath, met Hermione's eyes with green eyes, and said almost word by word: "I met the newborn Voldemort."

Hermione's eyes widened suddenly.She opened her mouth slightly and stared at Harry blankly.

1926年12月31日……1926年12月31日！

The day Voldemort was born!

"You..." Hermione looked at Harry with flickering eyes, and seemed a little hard to speak.

"Yes, I wanted to kill him." Harry obviously understood Hermione's meaning, he nodded bluntly, but shook his head again, "But it didn't work."

Hermione lowered her eyes, seeming to be thinking about something.After pondering for a while, she came up with the answer and nodded thoughtfully.

"And..." Harry paused, and pressed his chapped lips hastily, "I changed his place of birth!"

Hermione turned her eyes back to those sparkling green eyes, and raised her eyebrows suspiciously, as if she didn't think there was anything worth mentioning about this detail.

"Hermione, if I could change where Voldemort was born, then I could change where he grew up, and I could change his future! Maybe, maybe 70 years from now he's no longer Voldemort, just Tom Riddle!" Harry held Hermione's arm a little excitedly, and the flickering light in his green eyes couldn't bear to be overwhelmed.

Hermione sighed, simply moved a chair over, and sat across from Harry.

"Harry, this suggestion makes sense, but you may not be able to implement it."

Harry hurriedly wanted to refute, but Hermione raised her hand, motioning for her to finish.

"No one has gone back 70 years. Even a time-turner can only go back 24 hours.

"Muggles once made the assumption that what would happen if a man went back to his grandparents and killed his grandmother? That's a paradox.

"Harry, it's like going back to 70 years ago and killing Voldemort. Every second of the past can change the infinite possibilities of the future. If you kill him, then your mother may be with Snape instead of James gets married, and you, Harry Potter, may not be born."

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, clearly dissatisfied with the assumption.Hermione took a full look at his expression and continued speaking extremely seriously.

"In this regard, the wizards also made a hypothesis - the theory of the horoscope. The wizards made up a horoscope, which is responsible for the trajectory of history. The horoscope will prevent all attempts to change history. For example, when the person wants to kill him When he was a grandmother, a stone appeared under his feet and tripped him. You tried to kill Voldemort but failed, so you can use your horoscope to explain it. You can’t change history, because this is a game set by the horoscope!"

"But I changed Voldemort's place of birth!" Harry retorted palely.

"That's because the horoscope believes that this action will not affect the development of history!" Hermione retorted excitedly. Seeing Harry's pale face instantly, the witch still slowed down her voice, "The horoscope doesn't care about Voldemort's birthplace, just It’s as if the horoscope doesn’t care whether you drink water or tea.”

Harry pursed his lips and frowned.He lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes on the tiles under his feet, feeling a mess in his heart.According to this, the baby who clutched his lapel to sleep peacefully would still become Voldemort, and the baby who cried loudly as soon as he left his arms would still become a terrifying existence... He closed his eyes in despair.

A hand suddenly pressed his shoulder, and the pressure on his shoulder made him feel a lot more relaxed.He looked up, meeting Hermione's weary but smiling face.

"Harry, although it is impossible to change the course of history in theory, no one has practiced it, and there is no absolute right or wrong. Do what you want Harry, even if you have made some irreparable mistakes, the horoscope I will do my best to make it up." Hermione patted her friend on the shoulder encouragingly, and sat back in her seat.

Harry pushed his old-fashioned round glasses on the bridge of his nose, pursed his lips and smiled.

"Okay, Harry, now there is one more question." Hermione suppressed her smile all of a sudden, and her serious expression unknowingly made Harry nervous.

"How long have you been in the past?"

Harry froze, apparently not expecting Hermione to ask such a question.He thought about it seriously, and answered honestly: "About six hours."

"From the time you start the time hopper to the time you return to the laboratory, the time here is 2 minutes and 48 seconds." Hermione held her chin in thought.

Harry looked absently at the silver pendant hanging around his neck, thinking half-heartedly, so this thing is called a time jumper.

"I didn't expect that the flow of time between now and the past is different." Hermione quickly took out the quill and wrote down the differences from her guess.

Harry frowned, suddenly thought of something, and quickly asked, "Hermione, can I jump to 1946 next time?"

"No." Hermione shook her head regretfully, "A time jumper can only be fixed once. Since this time jumper has been fixed in 1926, it can only follow the flow of time in the past, from 1926 to one minute and one second." Wait until 1946, but fortunately, the flow of time on both sides is different."

Hermione put down her pen suddenly, straightened her spine, and the only expression on her face became serious.

"Harry, you may have to do another jump by this time tomorrow."

"why?"

"I need you to help me determine the time flow ratio on both sides."

Harry rubbed his temples with a headache.Sure enough, this kind of professional vocabulary was completely incomprehensible with his brain, which was less than one-tenth of Hermione's.Forget it, he can do what Hermione says.

Same time the next day.

"Are you ready?" Hermione stared at the chronograph opposite, for fear of missing the time in the blink of an eye.

"3, 2, 1, jump!"

Hermione called out the order to jump, and Harry pressed the time jumper's spin button almost at the same moment.

It was the feeling of speeding forward again, the surrounding scene twisted and retreated, and the knocking sound in the ear made people want to cover their ears, but before Harry raised his hand, the sound stopped again.

Harry stabilized his body, closed his eyes to drive away the flickering black spots in his vision, and took a deep breath before he began to scan his surroundings.

It was still the street when he first arrived.The houses on both sides of the street have not changed much, but the thin layer of snow covering the roofs has long since disappeared.Unlike the icy cold wind he felt the last time he came here, the rapidly warming temperature made Harry a little uncomfortable.He put the silver time jumper into his clothes, took off the black scarf around his neck, took off the half-length windbreaker, and put it between his arms.

The weather is not cold, but a little humid, and the shade is as comfortable as late spring and early summer.

The speed of time is indeed different.Feeling the contrast in the weather, Harry couldn't tell what time it was.

After thinking about it, he still followed the more familiar road and groped towards the hotel.

Standing in front of the dilapidated, unsigned inn, Harry tried to look into the dark interior, but he tried for a while before giving up.

Harry brushed the scattered hair in front of his eyes, and stepped into the hotel with one step.

"Welcome, what would this gentleman want?"

As soon as he stepped into the inn, the innkeeper, who Harry remembered as extremely silent, greeted him unexpectedly. From the smile on his face, it was not difficult to see that he was in a good mood.

"Ermm... I don't know if you still recognize me?" Harry pondered for a while, raised his head with a smile, exposing his handsome features to the slanting sunlight, and explained directly, "I don't know that kid Tom... "

Before Harry finished speaking, a woman walked out slowly against the sun, with a happy smile that couldn't be concealed on her face.

"what happened?"

Harry could tell that the voice was that of the shopkeeper's wife.He quickly greeted her with a smile: "Ma'am..."

As the woman approached, Harry's eyes gradually widened—she was pregnant.Gorung's stomach made her move extremely slowly, and it wasn't hard to see that she was going to have a lively child in the near future.

Harry felt that for a split second his world had lost all sound.The words he originally wanted to ask were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.He could only stare blankly at the woman's face that quickly faded from color, saw the woman leaning against her husband in embarrassment, saw the woman's eyes flickering in defense——

"We are not financially able to support two children...sir, I..."

Harry looked at the woman apologizing guiltily, caressing his swollen belly with both hands lovingly, his face was much paler and ruddy with health.

He doesn't blame the couple.They had done nothing wrong, and they were under no obligation to raise Tom.

He just... felt sorry for that child.

Harry opened his mouth with difficulty, and asked, "... Where's Tom?"

The woman's lips moved, and she whispered softly: "Orphan, the orphanage."

Harry stood there dumbfounded.

Even though he already had the answer vaguely in his heart, when the word really reached his ears, his heart felt like a 'crack' sounded as if a piece had been knocked off.

"You can't change history, because this is a game that the horoscope has made long ago!"

Hermione's words lingered in his mind like flies 'buzzing', as if laughing at his overreaching.

Come and go, they still have to obey the natal chart.

Fate chart, fate chart!

Harry gritted his teeth, turned and stepped out of the hotel, and ran to the other side of the street without a trace.

He's going to the orphanage!

☆, September 1927, 5

He didn't know how he stumbled to the orphanage.

Not much different from the memory he saw from the Pensieve.

An empty yard, gloomy and old-fashioned buildings, surrounded by tall poles (Half-Blood Prince Chapter 13).Even with black paint, it can't stop the rusting of the iron rod. The orange rust is entangled on the black paint like vines, which is oppressive and suffocating.

The iron railings, like prisoners trapped in a prison, firmly covered the entire orphanage.

Standing outside the iron gate, Harry looked up at the two-meter-high iron fence. Something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he felt uncomfortable.

He still remembered that in the pensieve, Mrs. Cole, who was skinny, tired and smelled of alcohol, said with surprise: "Tom has been here for so many years, and none of his relatives has come to visit him."

He still remembers that in the Pensieve, the 11-year-old, thin, pale and stubborn Tom said flatly and sarcastically: "You are a doctor, aren't you! I'm not crazy."

What kind of feeling is that?Harry couldn't imagine.Just listening to it like this made him feel so uncomfortable that he could suffocate.

Harry took a deep breath, stepped up the steps, and knocked on the black iron door with his pale but strong fingers.

"Are you here to adopt a child?" Mrs. Cole asked half-drunk, sitting behind a large desk, holding a glass of gin unsteadily in her hand.

Harry never had the slightest fondness for the alcoholic manager.He frowned and stood by the door, not intending to sit down at all.

"No, I'm here to see a kid named Tom Riddle."

Mrs. Cole leaned back in her chair, her cloudy eyes were open, and her face was blank: "Tom Riddle? Which one?"

"Tom Riddle is the one..." The young girl standing behind Mrs. Cole quickly wanted to remind.

Mrs. Cole waved her hand impatiently: "Just take him there."

"I'm sorry, sir, there are too many children and I didn't remember it all at once." The young girl wiped her hands on the worn apron, and led Harry through the corridor, chatting to Harry, "Tom The child doesn’t like anyone approaching him, and he cries a lot when he is hugged, even when he is breastfeeding, he holds the bottle to drink. He rarely cries at other times, and is a very worry-free child.”

"Really?" Harry listened to the girl's words and said politely, but he agreed very much in his heart.Tom really didn't like being near people.

Suddenly, he reacted from his emotions and remembered the task Hermione gave him.

"Excuse me, what's the date today?"

The girl widened her eyes, gave him a strange look, and then quickly replied, "Today is May 5."

Harry hesitated for a while, and confronted the girl's strange eyes, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Then... what year was it?"

"...1927." The girl looked at him with more and more strange eyes, and quickly opened the distance between the two of them, as if she wanted to stay away from this strange man who didn't even know the year.

Harry rubbed his nose and smiled good-naturedly.

May 1927, 5.It had been a full five months since he had last been here, and in 31, it was only a day there.

One day in reality, the past five months.

The walking girl stopped suddenly, turned around and opened the door on the right, and said to Harry, "The kid on the far right is Tom. I clean the room next door, so just call me if you need anything."

Harry nodded and walked into the room.

This room is very spacious, and the location is well chosen. At least the sun can shine in through the window, making this room not so old-fashioned and gloomy, but there are six or seven cribs tied up with discarded plastic in one room.Most of the babies were asleep, with their hands clenched into fists spread out on both sides of their heads, their small chests pumping up and down with their steady and gentle breathing.These babies were somewhat thinner than what Harry had seen, and there was no rosy blood on the same fair skin—this orphanage was clean and poor, and the expensive milk powder made it impossible for the orphanage to give them much food. Sometimes, what they drank was slightly viscous rice soup.

Harry saw little Tom.He didn't sleep.

Little Tom looked at the strange intruder without any reaction. He turned his eyes away and concentrated on gnawing on his fist already wet with saliva—the gums that had begun to protrude were a little itchy.

Five months is enough time for a newborn child to unfold his wrinkled skin and wash off the dark stains on his body.Harry could barely recognize the little mouse that had slept clutching his clothes in his arms that day.

The child was fair and soft, and the baby's clear eyes were pure black without a single speck of impurity, and could not see the frightening blood red in the future.

Harry's gaze was locked on those eyes.

It was those eyes, the same color, the same luster.

He had seen these eyes three years ago.

Three years ago, through the Pensieve, he had seen that pair of black eyes as deep and pure as the midnight sky.

"You're a doctor, aren't you?" It was just a thinner-than-average 11-year-old.But the child was as ordinary as a pool of stagnant water, staring straight at Dumbledore with pure black eyes, as dead as an abyss in the night.

"No, I'm a professor."

11 years old, obviously a sunny age, obviously should be screaming happily, obviously should be angrily shaking his fists, obviously should be smiling in return...

But he said: "I don't believe you."

Like a spectator, Harry could only remain silent, watching the child coldly refuse, Harry seemed to see his heart that was desperately protected, like a hedgehog curling up to protect the softest belly.

"You can do things that other people can't, right."

Tom looked at Dumbledore, his eyes were still cold and calm: "I can make objects move without touching; I can make animals obey my commands without training; I can make bad luck come to those who bully me if I want to." people."

Harry listened to the cheerful words in the child's voice, and couldn't tell how he felt.he is just a bystander