[HP] 47 Days Transformation

me!"

Smart, precocious and wise as he is, he also panicked at this moment.

Muggles! Everything is Muggles! It's their fault, if only they were all dead!

The descendants of Slytherin turned their eyes on Muggles with extreme hatred.The desire for power reached a peak again.As long as he has power, he and Harry won't be in such a mess. As long as he has power, Muggles are just like ants!

"I won't die... stay under me..." the man said, his arms that were already as stiff and numb as plaster were still tightly encircling him.The child's eyes were red, and when he reached out his hand, it was warm and wet.

Tom wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, burying his weeping expression in the young man's weak pulse, just like a wolf cub attached to the she-wolf's fur.He lowered his voice and muttered hoarsely, threatening violently: "You admitted it! You won't give up on me!"

After waiting for a long time, the man never answered.

There was no sound of breathing in my ears.The boy hugged the young man in a daze, feeling the body that was deprived of warmth by the air.

Tom finally let go of the redness welling up in the corners of his eyes.He bit the skin around his mouth hard.The skin of the most vulnerable part of a person is so small that even the pores are invisible, delicate and soft, just like his gentle smile in the sun.

Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry...

He yelled the name frantically, the sound rolled out of his throat and was blocked by clenched teeth, and he swallowed hard.

He tore at the skin around his neck.The skin that still has temperature can quickly make an unconditioned reflex, and it turns red.

Kid, yes, he's just a kid now too.A child who has lost his mind and left only his instincts is like a young beast, who cannot cry, but only rolls the most suffocating whimpers from his throat.

No more bullets hit them.Around them is like a circle drawn by Monkey King on the ground, invulnerable.

Maybe it's the horoscope that has grasped the scale, or maybe it's the respect for... the dead?

Time is like a circle, the present and the past are connected and relative.

January 2001.The Ministry of Magic already occupied by Death Eaters.

The handsome demon king suddenly stood up from his throne, his irises were brighter than ever, red as if flowing with blood.

He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on his left chest, feeling the strong heartbeat gradually recovering in his chest, feeling restless.

The suffocating feeling that the heart stopped beating just now, the hollow feeling that the inside was hollowed out... Yes, what's going on?

☆, September 1939, 9

The mourning of the Muggle world did not affect wizards at all.Also in the UK, the world of muggles is in ruins and scarred, while the world of wizards is calm and calm, and is moving forward leisurely.

Hogwarts started school as usual on September 9st, and it was noisy as usual.

"Riddle, can I borrow your notes?"

With a just right smile on the corner of his mouth, the pretty boy pushed the notebook out of his hand.

"In a good mood?" Malfoy looked at this scene with interest and asked with raised eyebrows.

Tom packed his schoolbag and stood up. The calf-length black robe complemented the boy's slender figure, and made the smile on the boy's face even deeper.

"Not bad." Tom squinted, looking like a cat enjoying a sunbath.

"Oh? Your Harry is back?" Abraxas played with the huge gemstone ring on his middle finger with a playful tone.

Tom stepped into the Slytherin lounge first, and his smile suddenly turned expressionless: "He is not mine, Harry is only his own."

"Hey." Abraxas chuckled, scoffing at the superficial meaning of this sentence.Malfoy leaned against the door frame, with a half-smile: "I thought that an excellent Slytherin would not allow his pet to break free from the chain again."

The boy's pure obsidian eyes flickered, and he immediately calmed down: "He is not a pet."

Malfoy didn't seem to hear Tom's sneering words, and he turned his attention from the ring on his hand to the diamond on his cuff, fiddled with it, smiled, and said something that made people shudder: "If my pet doesn't obey anymore , will become a plaything.”

Abraxas played with his cuffs and didn't leave, as if he was waiting for Tom's answer.

"I understand."

Abraxas was finally satisfied, smiled, and exited the lounge.

Ovie Parkinson looked up when he heard the lounge door open and close.

The visitor has handsome features and neat clothes. Isn't he his roommate Tom Riddle?

"Here!" Ovi raised his hand and waved at him, taking away his schoolbag on the seat next to him.

The handsome boy nodded. Although he didn't smile, his bright and pure eyes gave people a kind of pleasing happiness.

Ovie felt that he was a little confused about this roommate.In fact, he never figured it out.Hearing from Tom, the person he cares about seems to be seriously injured, but if he really cares, how can he be so happy?If you say you don't care, then what's with the gloomy and terrifying eyes in last semester?

Tom happy?Yes, he is really happy.Instead of being happy, it is better to replace it with happiness.

Indeed, Harry was badly wounded, and the wounds were surprisingly slow to heal.Once these injuries are not life-threatening, the benefits of these injuries come to the fore.Tom thought cruelly.

Tom licked the corners of his lips, thinking of the man's weakness trapped in the sheets, the joy in his heart reached its peak.Oh, yes, he can only lie there, and even eat and drink, he can only lean on his shoulders, relying on him to absorb energy bit by bit.Unable to move, unable to leave, and even awake for only a few hours, most of the time is closed eyes, sleeping peacefully and peacefully.

Just like the antelope specimens placed at the door, the fur is smooth and the expression is agile.

There is a voice full of bewitching, lingering in the ears, muttering about fairy tales——Once upon a time, there was a princess named Bai Xue, who was put in a crystal coffin full of flowers and slept forever.

Fairy tales are always such a delight.

The young man smiled even more prettily, and the bright eyes caused the cheeks of the girl who was peeking at him to be flushed, and Ovi, who was sitting on the side, was also dazzled by the smile.

He uses the sweetness of his smile to cover up the distortion in his bones, and uses the skin of a child to cover up his decayed skeleton.He unfolded the letter paper and wrote with a smile.

Ovi twisted his buttocks uneasily, he couldn't sit still.The instinct of the weak told him that that seemingly bright smile was very dangerous...

To Harry:

I don't know if your wound still hurts?

Professor Dumbledore asked me to send you my regards.He's worried about your wounds.

I've searched almost the entire library and there isn't a single book that explains the condition of your wound.It's not a curse, it's just physical damage, why can't even special potions heal your wounds?

I've been having nightmares almost every night for a month.To dream that your skin is pale and cold as marble, pressing against me with your eyes closed.One second you were still saying "I will not die", and the next second there is a cold black tombstone.

Harry, you must remember what you promised.

……

Life at Hogwarts was still the same.Going to class, finishing get out of class, eating, sleeping, it's just that I suddenly have the mood to appreciate the sculpture at the corner of the corridor, because you won't not reply to my letter like last time, will you?

Are you still living at Miss Jon's house?My friend, his name is Abraxas Malfoy, said he would sell us a house for a low price, I don't know what you think Harry.Well, I hope I can go home when the holidays come, to my own home.

Well, to be honest, I don't want you to live at Miss Jon's.You know, I don't like her.Even if she's a so-called savior, even if she's a senior Slytherin, even if she's learned and accomplished, I don't like her.

Putting his pen aside, with a smile on his lips, Tom read the letter over again—he had to make sure that the Tom Riddle Harry saw was a Tom Riddle exposed to the sun.

I'm afraid Harry would never have imagined that the child who could write such brisk words from the tip of his pen smiled with twisted, paranoid, and cruel thoughts.

Tom looked at the scattered papers in his hand, all of which were prescriptions and spells torn from books.The young man's eyes darkened, and it took him a long time to choose a pain-relieving prescription from among the many healing spells and powerful healing potions.

"Another: It is recorded in the book that the juice obtained by crushing nettle root and then dissolving yellowstone powder and applying it can relieve pain."

It's clear that the descendants of Slytherin don't want Harry well.

Tom kept a happy smile and let the owl fly.

Harry leaned against the head of the bed, spreading the letter on the quilt.

The smooth paper, well-connected fonts, and the beautiful sealing wax on the envelope are enough to show the seriousness of the writer.Harry couldn't help but think of the letter he wrote to Ron and Hermione in second year.The crumpled, often smeared ink on the letter paper, the short, small and ugly letters, and Hermione often circled his grammatical mistakes in red ink before sending them back.To his slight consolation, though, Ron's letters were not much better than his.

Harry couldn't help laughing.

Touching the slightly sunken touch of the paper due to the strokes, Harry could almost imagine how the child leaned over the table to write him a letter.The black hair is scattered, the eyes are concentrated, and the lips are slightly pursed. He is so handsome that people dare not take a closer look.Maybe there will be a group of Slytherin girls pretending to pass by to try to get the boy's attention.

It has to be said that an excellent Slytherin must be a good disguiser, able to disguise aggressive and cruel nature.

—You know, I don't like her.Even if she's a so-called savior, even if she's a senior Slytherin, even if she's learned and accomplished, I don't like her.

The young man's words were appropriate, and he even called her very politely - Miss Jon, but even this could not conceal the awkwardness in the young man's tone.

Harry was amused by the words.The brows and eyes that had become cold and severe due to the long-term pain could not help softening a lot.

After that day, the kid was a lot more honest.At least I am willing to act willfully with him like this in the letter.

"Mr. Potter, you've taken your medicine." There was a knock on the door, and after a polite reminder, he pushed the door open.

Harry squinted his eyes, his vision without glasses was limited to an arm's length.He smiled at the vague figure: "Good morning, Jon."

Jon nodded lightly as a promise, and put the potion on Harry's bedside.

"I've troubled you this month." Harry was still not used to letting a girl take care of him.It's not machismo, but the gentleman gene in the British bones that makes him quite unaccustomed.But in this situation, he can only scratch his hair in distress.

Jon didn't respond.She did not dislike this young man.

"Have a good rest." Jon nodded to him, glanced at the letter paper spread on the quilt, and turned to leave.

Jon seems to be a bit different from other Slytherins.There are no bright velvet carpets, dazzling ruby ​​earrings, but glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle on the bridge of a small nose.The rigorous and solemn dress made her look like a reclusive nun in a monastery.

If she hadn't taken the initiative to admit it, others would have thought she was a pedantic Ravenclaw.

Jon pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned his head to look at the closed door, and frowned unconsciously.

It is precisely because he is Slytherin that he can understand Slytherin.It was precisely because he understood Slytherin that he was startled by that young man.

The day Harry was rescued, it was because of a notice that Tom Riddle, a prospective second-year Slytherin, used the spell "armor protection" illegally.Slytherin always received special care. For example, instead of receiving a hard announcement from the Ministry of Magic at this time, it was a door-to-door investigation and guidance by a special person.

She stepped across the ruined London in amazement, dodging the rain of bullets, and when she lowered her head, she met the eyes of another Slytherin.Needless to say, that kid must be a Slytherin.There is no destruction in the eyes of Gryffindor, no madness in the eyes of Ravenclae, no extremes in the eyes of Hufflepuff.

Because she was Slytherin at the same time, she could vaguely feel the emotions that were suppressed and almost exploded in the boy's body.

When a dragon is robbed of its treasure, it's no surprise that it gets angry, and a knight always tames it in the end.

But Tom's reaction was quite different.He stood beside Harry's bed without any abnormality, his expression was gentle, without a trace of resentment, it seemed... just pure gratitude for being alive.He was lying on Harry's bedside without any abnormality, twisted and intimate.

She frowned, trying to remind Harry but swallowed it all.

Don't worry too much.Jon shook his head, put on his cloak with the book in his arms, and left the house.

A dragon, there will always be a knight to tame him.

☆、October 1939, 10 (bug change)

Two months had passed, but the wound on Harry's body had only scabbed over, and Jon, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help frowning.

"Jon, I've already chosen a house in Godric's Hollow. I'm sorry to trouble you during this time." He was still wearing bandages and a Band-Aid on his face, but he wanted to leave so eagerly. You can even see the emanating, materialized light in your eyes.

Jon couldn't help but ask, "Why are you in such a hurry?" In fact, he already had an answer in his heart.

"I'm sorry... Tom said he wanted to go home." The young man scratched his curly hair, with a helpless expression on his face but couldn't conceal the connivance and joy in his helplessness.

Home.Harry chewed the word repeatedly in his heart, an unspeakable satisfaction flowed through every capillary with the blood, so comfortable that one wanted to shout.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, George, Fred...everyone around him knew his longing for 'home', and watched his ecstasy when he stepped into No. 12 Grimmauld Place, and even more watched him Screaming at the back of Sirius.

The cruelest thing in the world is to be deprived of the qualification to approach hope after touching it.

If it was Slytherin, I'm afraid he would have fallen into this gap long ago, and he just wanted to do his best to take revenge on the world.

But he was Gryffindor, brave and righteous Gryffindor.This is also the greatness of Gryffindors, looking for warmth is probably their nature in the bones, just like moths are obsessed with lights.You may hesitate, but you will never stop.

He longs for home.

Even though he doesn't know how long this family can last, he still desires and works hard to achieve it.

Besides, home is equivalent to fetters, and Tom with fetters may be able to delay the development of history...maybe.

Jon took away the potion on the bedside, and the potion left in it could only be poured out at Harry's insistence.

After drinking the potion for two months in a row, no one can bear it, right?

"What the hell...Harry, you really don't want to go to St. Mungo's to check?" Jon pushed his glasses, and his stern gaze reminded Harry of Professor McGonagall.

Harry smiled wryly, shook his head, and didn't answer.

Now in this world, no one knows the condition of this body better than him.

Five months here, for that era, was just one day.Since even his aging is delayed, the healing of the wound will also be delayed, right?This is normal, and nothing can be found in St. Mungo's.

"Jon, can you do me a favor?" Harry asked suddenly.

In front of other houses, maybe Slytherin is willing to pretend to be superior, but once the door of the Slytherin lounge is closed, the decay and flood inside are beyond the reach of outsiders.It is the nature of Slytherin to show off, they will not give up any chance to put on their grandest costumes, hold up the quilt with the smoothest cut, it looks elegant, but in fact it is crazy; it seems to be upright, but it is actually just their pursuit of sex and excitement another form of.

That being the case, the upcoming Halloween will naturally not be forgotten by the Slytherins.

"Tom, have you found a girlfriend yet?" Roommate Ovie came to Tom's bedside, with his new dress in his arms.

"Not yet." Tom didn't look up, showing no interest.In addition to the necessary school uniform, he doesn't have a single dress in his wardrobe that can be worn to a party.

The second-year Slytherins had just qualified to enter the Slytherin social circle, and this was their first time attending a house party.

Tom turned a page and clicked the title with the tip of the pen in his hand—Armor and Bodyguard.He suddenly raised his head and said, "Can I not go?"

"Hey! Don't!" Ovie exclaimed, and suddenly raised his eyebrows at Tom again, and grinned with a deep and mean smile, "You don't know what the party is tomorrow, do you?"

"Huh? Halloween ball." Tom drew a circle on the book.

"Merlin! You really don't know!" Ovi was surprised.

Of course Tom didn't know.The deep meaning of this traditional dance was passed down from generation to generation of Slytherin. Harry didn't know it, and Tom naturally had no way of knowing it.

Tom looked up, raised his eyebrows, and asked with his eyes.

"That's it..." Ovi looked at the young man's deep and calm eyes, and didn't know how to explain it. He scratched his head anxiously, "Ah, anyway, you want to participate, and you will know tomorrow night!"

Because of Ovi's refusal to say anything, it made Tom a little interested.

But the interest that ignited a little bit was immediately buried by various books.

He still has a lot of books to read, and a lot of power to master. He has to seize every minute and become stronger.

Until Abraxas Malfoy came to the door.

"Here, it's... a gift for you as an adult." In Tom's eyes, the well-dressed Malfoy only had four words: He looks like a dog.Malfoy put a gift box on Tom's bed and motioned for him to open it.

Tom didn't move.The boy keenly grasped the key words in his words: "Adult?"

"Yeah." Abraxas brushed his long platinum-blond hair that fell to his shoulders, and his long and narrow eyes were even more irritating, "You...you should be able to hold on to the flamboyant adult world, right?"

"Don't play charades with me." The tall and slender boy was a little impatient, and his brows were frowned in a heroic manner.

Abraxas shrugged and said nothing.

The reason why it is said to be an adult instead of an adult has its own reasons.

The so-called adulthood is the age at which one can assume responsibilities and obligations.Coming of age in the Muggle world, coming of age at 17 in the wizarding world.As for an adult, social factors are excluded, and a person who is physically mature is an adult.

Since this book is a *YY novel, the author's intentions are clearly revealed.

The burning spice exudes a sticky, sweet and ambiguous atmosphere, and the lighting is also a vague effect made by magic.The girls in the second grade took off their school robes that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, and eagerly showed their youthful curves under the light.And the senior Slytherins were obviously not absent, even if they were not so handsome and beautiful, they could still put more thought into their costumes.

Tom understood in an instant what this meant.

Bar mitzvah?interesting.

Human nature dictates.No matter Muggles or wizards, when they mature, they will have more or less curiosity about the opposite sex.Of course, some people are gay.

"What? You don't...you haven't even had a dream, have you?" Abraxas, who was standing behind him, patted the robe on his body, with a narrow face, patted Tom on the shoulder, and first walked to the water not far away. The witch in the blue dress went.

Dream | Nocturnal?let him think...

Tom leaned on the sofa next to the ball, squinting his eyes, and began to recall his childhood.

Slytherin is finally *, so he is also very calm about the sexes.

Probably... Last year, there was no sign in the dream, and he didn't even feel that he was dreaming, but he woke up the next day and found that his pants were wet.

The reaction at that time was just—oh, dream|nocturnal emission.

Tom took an alcoholic drink from the food area and drank it in sips, calmly observing the so-called Hallowed Ball.

Obviously, although they are capable at the age of 12, they are obviously not at the right age for sex and love.

Is there any extra performance?

The young man smiled and drank the drink in his glass in one gulp.

As the dance progressed, the music changed from jazz at the beginning to rock with a strong rhythm.The men and women who were still pretending to be reserved have already taken off their coats. The boys and girls in the sixth and seventh grades have already started kissing and hugging under the gradually dimming lights. breath filled.

Tom got up from the sofa and walked around the dance floor like a walk.A tall and beautiful young man can always attract people's attention, coupled with his arrogant expression of indifference to everything, and his neat and neat dress, he almost meets all Slytherin's aesthetic standards.

But no one offered an invitation.

Second year Slytherins were not included in the hunt as they had other arrangements.

Tom looked at the naked veela kneeling beside his legs, and didn't express any surprise.

This is the so-called extra performance, blowjob show, taste of sex?

The handsome young man was tongue-tied playfully, and his eyes radiated an almost magical light. At first glance, he was even more attractive than the Veela at his feet.

The hormones emitted by Veela are irresistible to any male. They have nothing to do with emotion, but only with physiology.

Almost immediately, Tom clearly felt the heat flow gathered in his lower abdomen, and the feeling of rapid rise in body temperature actually aroused his desire for blood.

"Come here." The boy licked his lips and ordered coldly.

But things are most attractive only when they are covered with a layer of veil.

Tom sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching the veela licking his nipple with difficulty, and the interest that was originally ignited was also dissipated in the single tasteless sound of saliva sticking together, not even a simple vent.

The pleasure of tongue stimulation is unavoidable to accumulate, but it is not at all relaxing, what comes up wave after wave is just emptiness.

"Go away." The Demon King finally got tired of this kind of behavior, and frowned as another order.How cruel the devil is to himself is also evident at this time.He doesn't even care about *he hasn't vented* yet.

It's...disgusting.Tom packed himself up and slammed the door mockingly away.

Sex, which has become a forbidden fruit, does not seem to have that much charm...

The dormitory was quiet.How could the Slytherins who enjoyed the lights, drinks, sex, and desires come back so early?

From the party venue to the dormitory, being blown by the cold wind, the blood that was not so high was calmed down.Tom put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the dormitory step by step.

From the ambiguous light to the quiet moonlight, the change of environment made Tom relax, so his thoughts turned to that person irresistibly.

Harry.

The young man couldn't help being taken aback.

Why do you think of Harry at a time like this?

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, his eyes immediately caught sight of the letter on the table and the owl's fallen wings beside it.

Tom evidently had not expected to hear from him at this hour.

As soon as I opened the envelope, the first thing that fell out was a photo.

The time is dusk, the background is a house that is not much different from the previous London Street No. 15, and the character is a young man standing in front of the house with a Band-Aid on his face.

It's Harry.He stood in front of the house, smiling and waving at him.

The boy's eyes suddenly became gloomy.He couldn't help stretching out his finger, trying to tap on the figure of that person, but the figure in the photo smiled and walked away.

Dear Tom:

I have already got home.Obviously, behind me is our home.This photo was taken by Jon for me and I am very happy with it.

Also, happy Halloween.

Harry

☆, September 1939, 12

For the whole of Europe, the most important festival of the year is Christmas.Even though most of Europe has long been freed from theocracy, Christmas has already changed from a religious festival to a traditional festival.Even wizards who were persecuted by Christianity in the Middle Ages were willing to indulge in the joy of the festival just like Muggles.

oh!They don't care if it's Christmas or not!They just want to have a holiday!

"You really turned down an invitation from Malfoy?" Abraxas, who was sitting across from him, said unwillingly, the second-year student's indifferent reaction hit him hard, "It's undoubtedly a very important thing to come to my house for Christmas. Great opportunity!"

"Thank you." A blunt apology was already an obvious rejection.

Abraxas looked away, looking out the window at the rapidly receding mountains and fields, extremely puzzled.

He is confident that he has always been a good judge of people.He could see Tom's ambition and ability, and he could feel the greediness emanating from his whole body from those eyes that were too deep to look at.Slytherins like the smell.He also believed that as long as the boy was given time, he would definitely be a respectable figure in the wizarding world.With outstanding abilities, great ambitions, coupled with a simple and weak background and family background, isn't such a person just suitable to be recruited by the Malfoy family?

Originally, he thought that Tom would never reject the olive branch extended to him by the Malfoy family, but that was just his thought.

Abraxas suddenly realized something, he frowned, and instantly returned to normal.

"You want to spend Christmas with your Harry?" The teasing tone well concealed his probing purpose.

Tom lowered his eyes, covering his deep pupils: "Yes."

Abraxas was suddenly in a good mood. He adjusted the placement of his arms so that he could lie more comfortably on the leather cushion of the carriage. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a relaxed expression on his face.

If you care, there will be weaknesses.

Ha, when he recruits the poisonous snake under his command, he doesn't have to worry about how to control the poisonous snake!

Tom naturally noticed Abraxas's sudden change of attitude.For the devil who has been pretending since he was four years old, Malfoy's cover-up is just a trick.

But he was in no mood to pursue deep thought.

From the moment I stepped on the train, my thoughts became chaotic and could explode at any time, making my throat spasm and suffocating for a while.

Today is December 12th, and thoughts can't be stopped from creeping back to the same time last year.

On December 1938, 12, he boarded the brick-red Hogwarts Express just like today. He was too nervous to swallow, but his expression was forced to be relaxed.I already vaguely had an answer in my heart, vaguely understood that that person would not be at "home", but sparks ignited involuntarily, rising and flourishing, and only after my stiff body showed signs of melting did I simply pour a bucket of cold water on it, Cold turns into frostbite.

Now this scene is so familiar again, the carriages with the same layout seem to imply that he will repeat the same mistakes again, and experience the great pain of being torn apart again.

Tom twisted his expression, and suddenly squeezed the note in his hand.The sudden force deformed the paper strip, and the folds were extremely clear against the backdrop of light and shadow.

The writing on the paper is legible - I'm home.Obviously, behind me is our home.

"Family"?

Tom covered Abraxas's probing eyes with his hands, and couldn't help but part the arc of his mouth, revealing two canine teeth that reached his lower lip.Mocking sarcastic emoticon.

It was almost seven o'clock.The night background of London has fallen, and the snowflakes have begun to fall. The script of 1939 and the script of 1938 seem to overlap, and the time, place, and natural environment are all the same.

The brick-red train let out a loud and long roar, and the steam that spouted from the front of the train became thicker all of a sudden.The train is making its final brakes.

The carriage shook violently, and everyone leaned forward following the inertia.

In the next second, the crowd suddenly became noisy.

The train door opened, and the students ran out cheering like tortured prisoners who had been released, and the group of parents waiting at the station became lively in an instant.

This seems to be the transition from black-and-white silent film to sound film, and the color seems to be enriched in an instant.

Tom just looked at it coldly, but who knew that the note held in the hand of the boy was already stained with sweat?

Tom lowered his head and scanned the words on the note, paused, and then sandwiched the note between the spines of the book at hand.

He never tore it off.

Harry was on platform nine and three-quarters early.

Even though he knew that the train would arrive at seven o'clock, he was always worried about the problem of "maybe the train will arrive earlier", and he had nothing to do, so he went to the station to wait for someone.Look at the parents who get together in twos and threes, they probably think the same way, right?

He was eager to take Tom home, and Harry himself was amused by the treasure offering.

It started to snow lightly, and Harry, who was originally standing on the edge of the platform, had to retreat to the sheltered waiting platform.The parents dressed as wizards around had already drawn out their wands and cast the warming spell and dehumidification spell, but Harry could only rub his hands and stomp his feet like the Muggle parents to make the blood stay faster.His wand was smashed to pieces in that air raid long ago, and even the Flying Charm can't summon its wreckage, I have to go to Ollivander sometime, at least the holly phoenix wand of this era is still intact lossless.

Just when Harry was thinking about it in every possible way, a long whistle broke into his ears, leading a train slowly into the platform.

Just when he was in a daze, the crowd had already gathered at the edge of the platform, and the children who had changed into black school robes came out of the train in single file, full of joy in the air.

Harry came to his senses, and immediately wanted to squeeze inside the circle.

"Excuse me, let me go."

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

"Excuse me."

Without even looking, Harry saw his target in one glance.

"Hey! Tom!"

Even if Voldemort's appearance without his nose is really ugly, it has to be admitted that Tom was always eye-catching when he was a teenager.How could a handsome, tall, and outstanding young man not attract attention?

I haven't seen him for four months, and he has grown a lot taller. Looking at it from a distance, it is estimated that he has surpassed his shoulders.He was wearing Muggle casual clothes, with his hands in the pockets of his coat, holding the suitcase with the Levitation Charm, which attracted the envy of the students next to him.

Harry shook his feet that were numb from the cold, and hurried to meet him, with a big smile on his face: "Tom!"

Walking into the child, I found that he had not only grown taller, but also lost a lot of weight. The Adam's apple on his neck also showed a faint shape, and the soft facial features seemed to be carefully carved by a carving knife. Kind of juvenile publicity.The child stood there waiting for him to approach, his lips pursed tightly, his eyes fixed, and Harry was amused by the way he focused.

"Stupid? Still want to stand here and blow the wind?" Harry patted the child's head, and couldn't help but sigh that in a few years, he might not even be able to pat his shoulder.

Tom didn't speak, just looked directly at Harry.He couldn't explain what was overflowing from his chest when his voice appeared like a piercing void.If it was Gryffindor, he would have yelled and hugged with open arms long ago, but the extremely happy Slytherin transformed the ecstasy and complacency into the most limited innocent smile, doing what others like, and what Harry likes, Trying to continue this ecstasy with a mask.

Godric's Hollow is a settlement of half-wizards.

Harry rarely came out of Godric's Hollow, even though he lived there.More often he preferred to stay indoors, writing his Dumbledore's Army training plan.

He also couldn't explain why he chose this place.

The monument in the little square in the middle of the valley was still a monument, not enchanted, much less transformed into statues of men, women, and babies when wizards passed by.

"Harry?" Tom followed the young man's gaze, and the focus of his eyes fell on the plain monument, but he still didn't see any clues.

Harry suddenly woke up from his own thoughts, looked away in a panic, pulled the boy, and walked around the monument towards the house.

He suddenly regretted buying a house in Godric's Hollow.There is a constant reminder of the death of his parents, and a constant reminder of Tom's connection to him-the murderer of his parents.Harry didn't dare look back at the dark monument.Maybe the next time he passes by that monument, he will be so weak that he will cry.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Tom looked into Harry's eyes, which were as clear and bright as before, but he intuitively felt that there was something in Harry's eyes.