[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Melancholy down for a moment.

"Let's go quickly, we'll be home soon." Harry led Tom forward, wrapping Tom's hands in his palms, trying to help Tom warm his hands, but he didn't know that the warmth of his palms that hadn't dissipated even made him point his fingers. Tips are not warm.

From the gate of Godric's Hollow to the gate of their house, the distance and time were enough for Harry to calm down.

Every road that has been traveled has a reason that has to be taken this way, and every road that has been chosen to go down has a direction that has to be chosen in this way.

Now that he has decided to grow up with him, there is no need to regret and struggle.

"Welcome home." Harry pursed his lips and smiled, and opened the door of the house, which was painted white.The white walls almost melted into the snow, making the man in front of him handsome and gentle, which made Tom freeze in place.

Perhaps infected by the smile on Harry's face, the boy couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, the upward arc showing the outline of a smile.

"Are you back?" Another person came out of the room, took the coat Harry had just taken off, and with a wave of his wand, he floated the salute beside Tom into the room and stacked it neatly.That serious and cautious look was Jon.

The smile on Tom's face was also quickly withdrawn the moment he saw the woman.He frowned slightly, then immediately stretched his brows, and put on a smile again: "Miss Jon, why are you here?"

Harry pulled the sleeves, and the beige knitted sweater was wrinkled because of the coat, he quickly turned his head and said, "I invited Jon to come over for Christmas, and she helped a lot when we moved. "

"So. Doesn't Miss Jon have to spend Christmas with her family?" The young man asked politely, and immediately pretended to be enlightened, "Oh! Sorry, I forgot that Miss Jon has been expelled from the family. Sorry , take it."

Tom bypassed Jon and Harry standing at the door, and walked straight to the living room.

Harry stood awkwardly in the doorway.Did this kid eat gunpowder?

"Sorry, Jon..."

"No, he's telling the truth." Jon didn't care about these words, she nodded calmly at Harry, "I'll go back to my room first, and I'll send your medicine to your room."

Tom sat down on the sofa and leaned back in silence.The surrounding furnishings are no different from the previous London Street No. 15, but it just reveals a strange feeling.

The boy scratched his hair impatiently. The good mood 3 minutes ago is gone after 3 minutes.

He didn't like Jon, but he didn't like him enough to tear himself apart with her.But just now she took Harry's clothes so naturally, as if she was the owner of the house.Husband and wife are a very vivid metaphor and a wonderful combination, aren't they?

Tom grinned and tutted out two fangs.

☆、October 1939, 12 (bug change)

"If you want to deprive a person of emotions, the puppet potion can do it. This is a powerful and dark forbidden drug. People who take the potion can't feel any information from the outside world. It includes ups and downs, hot and cold pain, and more Let alone high-level emotions such as love, hate, joy and sorrow."

Tom dipped the tip of his pen in ink and underlined the words "Puppet Potion."The handsome facial features also looked extraordinarily cold and ferocious at this time.

The boy took a deep breath and tried his best to break the condensed picture in his mind - gentle man and intellectual woman, intimate conversation, a harmonious picture that he felt could not be inserted.

It's ridiculous.

Tom couldn't help being irritable, but he tried his best to suppress it, so that the corners of his mouth could only provoke a mocking arc.

Wouldn't a man, a woman, and a baby be perfect?This is a home, a home that does not include him.

In the following script, Tom basically didn't have to think too much.The adopted child will become the most eye-catching existence in this family, and his final destination, which has no value in existence, may still be an orphanage.

Tom gritted his teeth hard, and thought of the woman who often gave him candy when he was in the orphanage.

He still remembered the oath he made back then - one day, he will be strong, so strong that no one can ignore him.

On the train, Abraxas asked, "Are you going to spend Christmas with Harry?" and was visibly relieved when he answered yes.No matter how well he hides it, Tom can see why he is secretly thankful-he is thankful that he still has a weakness.

As long as you care, it becomes a weakness.And with weaknesses, it is impossible to be strong and not pose a threat to the Malfoy family.

But the descendants of Slytherin are eager for success, eager to be strong, eager to be strong enough to have no flaws, strong enough to suppress the resistance of the entire wizarding world like the wind blowing to the ears of wheat.Therefore, he cannot have weaknesses.

This seems to be a reasoning question, one condition after another is superimposed, and the conclusion obtained is——

Get rid of all cares and all weaknesses, and then you can be so strong that that person can't help but care.

"Tom? Are you ready?" Harry was urging him downstairs, they were going to Diagon Alley.Purpose?Buy a wand.

With dark eyes, Tom opened the drawer and took out a box from it.The box was cast with an anti-flying spell, and the box was opened with the spell, and there was a broken magic wand lying on the scarlet flannelette. The core of the wand exposed at the break was vaguely seen to be a beautiful fiery red feather.Next to the wand, there were three or four bullets with mottled brick-red snakes, as well as small pieces of dark red cloth.

The material of the wand is naturally holly wood and phoenix feathers, and the bullets have been inlaid in the texture of the man. The dark red cloth still exudes the smell of blood like rust.

Call him a pervert and he won't refute.What is that crazy desire to collect, not a pervert?

The young man's slender and strong fingers rubbed against the fracture, and with a single force, he completely peeled off the holly wood that was still connected.

"Come." There was even a smile in the answering voice.Tom smiled softly, put the box in the drawer, and walked out the door.

"This is the second time I've gone to Diagon Alley with you." Harry stood at the entrance and smiled, wrapping his scarf around him, with Jon standing beside him.She changed her hairstyle.The hair that was originally bundled and coiled at the back of his head was let down and spread over his shoulders, and his whole body softened a lot. Standing beside Harry, his eyebrows and eyes were also stained with a smile.

The two stand together, subtle harmony and beauty.

Tom stood on the stairs, the smile on his face did not tremble at all, but his eyes were already piercing.

He belongs to the darkness, he can't see all the good things, he... just finds it extremely dazzling.

Harry hadn't experienced such a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere for a long time.

Family, friends, play around.

Harry even wondered if he had spent all his year's happiness on this one day.

A humorous and slightly cunning child, a cold but delicate friend, and a peaceful wizarding world.

But only Jon knew that the child who was "humorous and cunning" in Harry's eyes swept across her with cold eyes.

Jon slowed down and fell behind the two of them.Seeing the two people who were not much different in height walking side by side, he frowned unconsciously.

That child dared to show her threatening eyes, but he only acted as a pure and innocent cub in front of Harry, keeping the closest person in the dark.Jon felt that this was very abnormal, but for a while she couldn't tell what was abnormal.

In the Slytherin family, children are also good at hiding their true thoughts in front of their parents, but they are not as deep and thorough as Tom, like a completely different person.

That kid was scary.

"Oh, who's here?" Ollivander flashed out from behind the tall wand box, and accidentally knocked down part of the wand with the hem of his clothes, "Oh! I'll clean it up later."

"Mr. Riddle," Ollivander, whose hair is not so gray, winked at him, "thirteen and a half inches, yew wood and phoenix feathers, a wonderful combination, and extremely powerful. Is it all right? ?”

"Fine." Tom nodded politely.

Ollivander turned to Jon again: "Miss Jon, eleven inches, sycamore and snake heartstring, very flexible. Am I right?"

"No." Jon shook his head, "You still remember it so clearly."

Harry laughed.Not to mention now, he will remember it clearly 70 years later.

"I want to buy a wand. Mine shattered in the war, and not even the Coming Charm can summon its remains," said Harry.Tom, who was standing beside him, didn't even twitch his raised eyebrows, but just looked down and played with his yew wand as if it had nothing to do with him.

What follows is a series of complicated measurements and experiments.

Harry reluctantly accepted one wand after another, destroying almost everything in the shop.And Jon, who was standing by the side, took the trouble to fix things again and again, so patiently that it made Tom who was standing by the side a little unhappy.

Wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school unless they are underage...

Tom lowered his head and smiled, occasionally glancing at Jon even colder.

There was another loud bang, and the pile of wands hit instantly collapsed like a landslide.Wand boxes were scattered all over the place.

"Excuse me." Harry was so embarrassed that he even wanted to tell Ollivander which wand he wanted.

Ollivander was cheerful, looking at Tom who was standing next to Harry, refusing to take a step away even if he was affected by the curse. After thinking for a while, he went back into his wand like a mole and buried himself in his search.

"Hmm...it should be this." Ollivander looked at Tom standing aside and said to himself.

The moment Tom saw Ollivander take out the wand, his dark pupils were narrowed.

Although Harry didn't often perform magic in front of him, he still remembered the appearance of Harry's wand, not to mention the broken wand in his hand now.He can't be wrong.The wand in Ollivander's hand was exactly the same as Harry's previous wand.

He didn't know much about wands, and he didn't know if there were two wands with the same shape in the world, at least not in Hogwarts.Although the overall shape is the same, the pattern, length, and wood grain on the handle will always be different.Although Tom couldn't have a photographic memory, at least he had a good memory. He dared to say that the two wands were exactly the same.

This is really... intriguing.

"Oh, what a masterpiece." Ollivander clapped his hands in satisfaction, looked at Harry and Tom, and smiled, "Are you very close?"

"Yes." Harry smiled.

Ollivander smiled even more proudly, showing his yellow teeth: "No wonder. Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers are used as the core. Mr. Potter, your and Mr. Riddle's cores come from the same phoenix. In other words, you have the only pair of sibling wands in the world."

Tom, who was still squinting in thought, was interrupted by Ollivander's words.

The only pair of sibling wands?

The boy's fingers couldn't help rubbing the stick handle, secretly chewing on this "one and only".

Unable to suppress, a kind of joy rose from the bottom of my heart, satisfying Tom strangely.

The black-haired and dark-eyed boy turned his head, met Jon's calm gaze, nodded politely, and showed a perfect smile.

Jon couldn't help but twitched the corner of his lips.That kind of ostentatious self-satisfaction... After all, I was still a child.

"Harry, what do you think of Jon?"

"Huh?" Harry looked away from the newspaper in surprise, first looked at the closed door of the guest room, and then at Tom who was standing behind the vase trimming the flower buds.

"For example... as a wife or something." Tom smiled, holding the pink flower buds on the green leaves in his hands, and then tightened them suddenly.The light red flower juice flowed down the wrist.

Harry laughed suddenly: "How is that possible." He doesn't belong to this era, and even if he likes it, he can't get married, let alone not like it.

"Why? I think Miss Jon...would be a very good wife." Tom threw the crumpled flowers and the remaining leaves into the trash can, and wiped off the juice from the flowers with a paper towel.He spoke very slowly, as if every word was uttered after deliberation.

"I... have someone I like." Harry smiled, thinking of Ginny's beautiful fiery hair and sparkling eyes.

Tom shook his hand, and the thorn on the rose-stem cut his thumb.

"Then why don't you get married? Harry, are you... 33?" Tom asked with his head tilted, seeming really curious.But the pupils that had been accumulated by the darkness had already shown a ghostly purple, which made people shudder.

Harry shook his head: "She...is not in this world." She belongs to 2001.

Tom fell silent for a moment.After five or six seconds, I heard the child's calm words: "...I'm sorry, I don't know her..."

Harry was stunned for a while, but he didn't know that he couldn't explain it, so he could only smile silly and didn't speak.

Tom straightened the vase.Although a flower bud was cruelly removed, the roses on other branches were still in full bloom.

Covered by the thick green leaves of roses, Tom can show a happy smile without any restraint.Cruel, twisted, ferocious, cruel, dark... It seems that all negative words can describe this smile.

It's a shame she's not in this world.

The black-haired boy chuckled, his expression full of regret.

☆、1941 years

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.The fate chart speeded up the flow of time silently, and the wizards under the control of the fate chart were unconscious.Maybe they will enjoy the momentary relief after a long busy day, and sigh softly: "Time flies!"

But this is only limited to wizards.For Muggles, these two years are two years in hell.The world war is not over yet, and the Muggle world is barren.

The sun in London in August, although not as dizzy as the autumn tiger, can still make people sweat.

And London, which is riddled with holes under the sun, gives people the illusion of purgatory.

A tall and slender boy walked along the dilapidated street, his black jade-like hair and slightly pale skin were incompatible with the surrounding environment.

The 14-year-old boy has completely shed the naivety of a child, and the curve from the chin to the collarbone is also close to perfection due to the prominent Adam's apple. The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, making them look long and sharp. No less.

From time to time, vagrants in ragged clothes tried to approach on both sides of the street.In this war-torn time, any tidiness seems abnormal.

The young man walked by coldly.

There was a dying girl on the corner of the street, her calf twisted in a strange posture; a little boy was lying beside the trash can, holding a piece of chewed and worn cowhide in his mouth, but he had no strength to swallow it; the one sitting in the ruins The woman cried hoarsely at the breathless child in her arms.

Even in the face of such an extremely sad scene, Tom can walk through it indifferently.

Who is to blame for this indifference?Blame it on them who were equally indifferent back then.

Tom walked on with a smile on his lips, and he could even recall the expressions on the faces of the people who ran past them two years ago when they fell under the bullets.Indifference, fear, as if he hadn't heard his call for help.The feeling of wet blood under the palm gradually spread, but no one stepped forward when they shouted for help.

Tom stopped and looked back at the ruined Muggle world, a kind of revenge spread in his heart.

Muggle?Ah.

Bypassing the streets of London and approaching the beach, as soon as you step into the dark cave, the original scorching sun is removed by the gloomy cold air from the cave.

Tom squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and walked towards the cave.

Walking through the corridor and seeing the dead still sea area, the exposed arms were immediately entangled with something cold.

"Tom! Why did you come here!" The snake that was asked to stay in the cave had shed its skin many times, and the snake that was originally as thick as a finger was now as thick as a baby's arm.

I haven't seen him for more than a year. The snake was so excited that it wrapped itself around Tom's neck and whispered in the boy's ear, "Tom! I named myself Nagini! Does it sound good?"

Tom patted the triangular snake head resting on his shoulder: "Be quiet, Nagini."

The snake whose name was called flicked its tail happily, and settled down obediently.

Tom cast his eyes on the sea without a trace of waves, and squinted his eyes: "How about the task I told you to do?"

Nagini flicked his tail, and a stone was thrown into the water, causing a layer of ripples, which also exposed the threat hidden under the calm. The dark white covered half of the sea area, extending to the other end of the cave.

Tom stood on the shore, quietly looking at the gray-white creature churning in the water, with a flat expression, but those faintly reflective eyes revealed his distorted pleasure at this moment.

Tom squinted his eyes and saw the Infernal Corpse clearly through the dim light in the cave. His interested eyes seemed to be admiring priceless works of art.

He finally pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled with satisfaction.Because with a few rays of light, he could clearly see the clothes on most of the Yin corpses that had not been corroded by the corpse poison.The sea eagle logo, bullet logo, and cross logo on the left chest of the clothes have all appeared in the German Air Force.

"Tom, can these Naginis be kept?" With a flick of his tail, Nagini lifted off the topmost rough crystal stone, revealing the gold or silver medal with metallic luster underneath.Undoubtedly, these were picked up from the Yin Corpse.

Tom looked through it casually, and there were quite a few colonel ranks.

The boy smiled intriguingly, and patted the snake's head as a reward: "Very, very good."

A group of strong German Muggle soldiers?

Really good.

"By the way, Nagini, there is one more thing." Tom put his tongue against his teeth and made a 'hissing' sound, soft and gloomy, "Do you know... where is the Chamber of Secrets?"

"I don't know." Nagini thought for a while and shook his head.

Tom nodded, his eyes gloomy again.

But when Tom returned to Godric's Hollow, Harry, who was working at the Ministry of Magic, also returned.

"Tom, where are you going? Why are you back so late?"

Tom took off his sneakers, and his glossy black hair fell down over his eyes. "Well, Abraxas invited me to his house."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and after five or six seconds, he let out a blunt 'oh'.Harry shook out the newspaper, covering his unnatural loneliness with the broad sheet.

How many loopholes are there in this sentence?Harry didn't even dare to look into it.He was afraid of getting that irreversible answer.

Everything happened so fast that he was caught off guard.

Perhaps it was Harry's psychological effect, he vaguely felt that the horoscope hidden behind the scenes had quietly adjusted the flow of time, and before he was ready, it put the most difficult problem in front of him-Tom was in the fourth grade.

14 years old is the best age for Europeans.They generally developed earlier and already have a strong physique, and they are no longer as thin as bean sprouts.The facial features are on the verge of maturity and greenness, and the stubble on the chin has not yet reached the hair, and all of them are so refreshing and beautiful.And Tom is even better.The genes from his father gave him handsome facial features and a tall figure, and the blood from his mother gave him powerful magical powers.He has the capital to be proud, but he is always humble and polite.

Harry, who comes from the future, naturally understands how false the surface is. Knowing the future and paying attention, he can feel the dormant power and threat from those pure black eyes.

It was destined by history that he would get in touch with Horcruxes in the fourth grade, kill his only surviving relatives and split the first Horcrux in the summer vacation of the fifth grade, open the secret room, frame Hagrid, and kill his classmates in the sixth grade.All the things were in a mess, densely packed together, and suddenly placed before Harry's eyes, waiting for him to solve them.

He also knew that he couldn't solve it.

He can't pierce, and can't pierce.All he could do was worry about writing and drawing in the study, carefully maintaining the seemingly stable water mirror between the two of them, while being infected by the smile on the child's mouth.

Voldemort's methods of demagogy are always unpredictable, and Voldemort's purposeful demagogy is always irresistible.Just like Professor Slughorn, who was deceived at the time, and Hena Lane, who was taken away from the crown, so was Harry.Knowing that the smile was fake, she couldn't refuse it.

"Tom, I need to leave for three months... Of course, I will send you to Hogwarts first." Harry put down the newspaper, rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily.

He couldn't hold it anymore, and he needed someone to tell him how to go on.

Hermione is undoubtedly the best guide.

Tom suddenly raised his head, his snake-like vertical pupils suddenly narrowed, and the dark eyes completely reflected the figure of the man inside.

From 1932 to 1941, nine years, almost no change in Harry.The skin is still firm and fair, without a trace of time passing, and the hair is still black and shiny, without a trace of gray.Time seemed to stand still on him.

Tom carefully put away all his expressions, and nodded obediently: "Well, I see. Come back soon."

Harry pursed his lips, looked at the child's soft eyebrows, and lowered his gaze.

Tom walked around the living room with feigned calm.When the snow-white wall blocked Harry's figure, he bared his teeth, rubbing his gums back and forth like a wolf cub grinding its teeth.

"Nagini," Tom said, lifting his trousers to reveal a shrunken Nagini wrapped around his ankle, "I need your help."

"Help me watch Harry."

Help him watch Harry, see where Harry is going, and see why he is leaving.It sounds nice to watch, but in fact, isn’t it surveillance?

Tom's expression turned cold.

There are too many doubts about Harry.

In the past nine years, even though wizards lived longer than Muggles, they could not live forever.Even Jon's eyes were left with fine crow's feet, but Harry was the same as before.Perhaps, in Muggle terms, the cells in his body divide very slowly?Even the wounds healed extremely slowly.And those two identical wands, who leave once every three years, and their attitude towards him...

So suspicious.

September 9st.Platform nine and three-quarters.

"Tom..." Harry looked at the child beside him who was almost the same as him, and hesitated to speak.

What is he trying to say?He wanted to say don't look for the Chamber of Secrets, don't delve into Horcruxes, don't indulge in the dark arts, don't turn Tom Marvolo Riddle into... Voldemort.But he couldn't tell.

If he was a Christian, he would kiss the child's brow and pray sincerely: "Godless you."

Too bad he's a wizard.

"Study hard." He could only say so palely and feebly.

Tom sat in the empty carriage, leaning against the window to watch Harry disappear into the red head.

Maybe it wasn't all bad for Harry to leave.Tom rested his chin in thought.

At least, he can unscrupulously search for secret chambers, and...horcruxes.

In these two years, he really learned a lot... Tom squinted happily.

Fate Pan clapped his hands in satisfaction, watching the train move slowly while watching the heavy steps of the savior from the future.

Perhaps the savior was really considerate, but unfortunately what he was worried about had already started to happen.

It can be summed up in two words——

late.

☆, November 1941

All kinds of parties are what Slytherins are most enthusiastic about, especially for Slytherins who are in the fourth grade.The fourth grade, in the meaning of Slytherin, is equivalent to an invitation letter, inviting and dividing the family and group you belong to.

Slytherin parties were always full of booze and extravagance.

And the Snake Cellar always seems to be the best place to hold a party.The ancient and heavy curtains, the transparent glass reflecting the water waves, the luxurious and soft crystal lamps, all of these seem to be prepared for the party.

The Slytherins gathered together in twos and threes, and it was obvious that the division within Slytherin could be seen—the three groups headed by the Black family, the Malfoy family, and the Prince family.

Tom swung his glass, watching the separation with amusement.

His status is quite special, and all three groups can find a place for him.Although Malfoy had tried to win him over intentionally or unintentionally since the first grade, he had never been successful, which made Abraxas rather frustrated.

Just as he was thinking, a person walked over there and stopped in front of Tom.

"Tom Riddle." The handsome and polite young man introduced himself with a smile, and lifted the wine glass in his hand, the crimson liquid had the illusion of blood under the light.

"Signus Black." The person opposite also raised his glass and drank it down. "I've heard your name for a long time, Tom."

Yes, many people know this Slytherin's name, Tom Riddle.

The best student at Hogwarts, mysterious, outstanding, handsome, and well-mannered, from head to toe not even a single flaw can be found, an irrefutable perfection.

Although this kind of person is strong personally, he does not have a strong family background.This kind of person is naturally the target of various families.

Sitting in the rest area, Abraxas watched the boy chat and smile like a fish in water among the nobles, once again feeling the oppressive feeling of being surpassed.He even remembered how the gloomy boy was excluded by others four years ago, but in a blink of an eye, he rose rapidly in four years or even less, and almost became the core of Slytherin, making all three groups Spin around him.

His purpose was to make him work for the Malfoy family, but unintentionally, the subject and object were even reversed!

Abraxas rubbed the center of his brows, his expression thoughtful.

Tom Riddle, not to be underestimated.

Tom said good-bye to Cygnus Black politely, and parted his neat cravat.

He knows the little thoughts of these family heirs clearly.

Hey, the young man laughed, but his eyes narrowed because of the smile were as deep as a cold pool, and the eyes that radiated were filled with endless greed and arrogance—anyway, all of these belonged to him.The whole Slytherin belongs to him!

It's just a matter of time, he will always find the secret room Salazar left for him.

"Tom, can I ask you to dance?" The crisp girl interrupted his thinking.

Tom raised his head, and all the negative emotions in his eyes disappeared in an instant, as if they never existed at all.

"No, I should be the one asking you to dance." Tom put the cup in his hand on the dining table next to him, took a step back, pressed his right hand on his chest, raised his left hand, bowed and smiled.A perfect invitation to dance.

I'm afraid Harry will be surprised at the skillful standard of Tom's movements.No one even taught him how to dance.

Slow and moderately rhythmic jazz is the most suitable music to show elegance.

The boy under the light was tall enough, and his figure could support the black dress.When he wants you to like him, he's flawless.His facial features are handsome and his manners are elegant. Even when he looks at you, his pure pupils only reflect your figure, which is the affection that all female creatures cannot refuse.

"It's a pleasure to dance with you who are so beautiful." Tom could pick up the phrase without even thinking about it.

By the time Tom could finally sit down beside Abraxas, he had danced three times with three different girls.

"The beauty is not shallow." Abraxas teased.

Tom undid the tie completely, threw it aside, and leaned back on the soft backrest.Hearing what Abraxas said, he shrugged in disapproval.

"That's because you haven't tasted the taste of a girl. Soft breasts, slender waist, delicate thighs..." Abraxas squinted his eyes, as if recalling his youthful career.

Tom naturally knew that Abraxas' private life was chaotic.

Seeing that the expression on Tom's face didn't even tremble, Abraxas curled his lips boredly.

"Ovi, ​​here!" Abraxas sat up straight suddenly, reaching out his hand to signal the timid boy ten meters away.

Ovie seldom attended such evenings.As the family has always been Malfoy's vassal, he doesn't have much right to speak, and there is no need to participate.

Tom watched Ovie approaching step by step, and was a little stunned.

Aowei's appearance does not surprise anyone, he can only say that he has handsome features, but he has messy black hair, which looks like a bird's nest from a distance.

"Tom." Ovie greeted him with a pale smile.

"Sit here." Abraxas leaned back, stretched comfortably on the sofa, and raised his chin towards Ovian, looking full of interest.

Ovie's face turned pale again.He was afraid of this Malfoy.

"But... Tom's still here..." He wanted to retort.

Although Tom didn't know the situation at this time, he had no intention of leaving.

Under the almost threatening sight of Abraxas, Ovi hid his crying expression and sat on Abraxas' lap.

"Good boy." Abraxas licked the boy's lips, then turned to explain to Tom, "His father gave him to me."

Tom, who watched all this, narrowed his eyes unconsciously.His eyes began to boil unknowingly when he came into contact with this scene, and the faint joy rising in his heart made him at a loss as to what to do.Men and men... can it be the same?

This assumption made Tom feel a little thirsty.He licked his lower lip, which had begun to dry out.

"Don't you... like soft, slender, delicate girls?" Tom squinted his eyes, as if he was just asking casually.

"A slender and flexible boy is also good." Abraxas moved closer to Ovi, and inserted his fingers into the boy's messy hair erotically.This action made Tom extremely disgusted and extremely dazzling.

The boy was grabbed by the hair and forced to look up.Although she doesn't look so brilliant, youth can cover up all flaws.The not-so-obvious Adam's apple is outlined by this action.The line from the chin to the collarbone is undulating because of the protrusion of the Adam's apple. This line was once called one of the sexiest lines in a man's body.

"I think..." Tom prolonged his voice, his eyes were like a wolf with night vision, aggressive with well-fed eyes, "would you mind giving him to me?"

Abraxas paused because of this sentence, he turned his head with great interest, raised his eyebrows and looked Tom up and down, and said in a playful tone, "I thought you were really not interested in sex...but I kept finding the wrong one Object?"

Malfoy, who intended to recruit Tom, would naturally not refuse.As soon as he pushed Aowei, he generously transferred the right to use it.

Ovie followed Tom back to the dormitory, although he had only been out of the dormitory for less than 15 minutes.

"Tom, thank you for saving me..." Ovie stood by the bed, apologizing sincerely, "I'm sorry that I helped Malfoy spy on you..."

Tom turned around, and the top two buttons of his shirt had already been unbuttoned by him, exposing the boy's equally pale but vigorous chest.He sneered: "Are you Gryffindor? You should understand why I saved you."

Although only 14 years old, Tom, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall, is a whole head taller than Ovie.

There was no tenderness at all, not even a reminder, Tom just lowered his head and bit Ovie's lips.It's better to say bite than kiss.

There was no tender biting, no rough tongue intrusion, no methodical rampage, no pleasure kissing.

Before Ovi could react, he was pushed away again.

Tom frowned, and rubbed his thumb over his lips, wiping away the sticky, wet saliva.

I always feel like... something is missing.

Tom looked at Ovie, who was already in tears, and gave a 'tsk' dissatisfaction.

Not strong enough, not strong enough, not warm enough.

Tsk, it's boring.

The tall and beautiful boy pushed a step away and walked straight into the bedroom.

The teenager's consciousness was awakened by the kind of pleasure that surged up.

When the confusion in front of him dissipated, what caught his eye was an almost perfect naked|naked body.

The ivory-like luster of the skin made the boy unable to resist touching it.The moment the skin touched, the owner of that body groaned.It’s not the soft and coquettish screams of Abraxas’ female companions, it’s the kind of extreme depression, as if suffering pain,