[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Just listening to it makes people's blood rush.

The lower body is wrapped in a warm, moist place.Out of a man's instinct, without much teaching, he started to shake.

"Tom..." The voice of the person below him was hoarse, and judging from the sound line, it was impossible for him to be an immature boy.

who is it?

Before he could blurt out the question, 'I' bit the man's neck uncontrollably, biting like a vampire preying on it, and the teeth rolled out with fragmented sounds——

"Harry, Harry, Harry..."

Tom was taken aback for a moment, and the scene in front of him began to dissipate. It was all a dream.

Tom sat up and reached out his hand to touch the cuff of his trousers. The white spots were particularly obvious on the white palm.

The young man was silent towards the trace, his eyes were dark and dangerous.

What does this... represent?

☆, November 1941 (Revised)

Autumn is probably the season that most people like.The temperature is neither high nor low, the air is neither dry nor humid, and even the most troublesome classes are not rushed,

"No one can answer?" Professor Horace, who was as fat as a walrus, stood on the podium, holding a small tube of medicine in his hand, and looked expectantly at Tom who was sitting in the corner of the classroom.

Unfortunately, to his disappointment, his favorite student didn't even raise his head, his head was hanging down, as if he was asleep.

"Tom, you answer!" Horace shook his beard.

Tom raised his head, his eyes were clear, and he glanced at the potion in Horace's hand without much disturbance: "The love potion, professor. That's for the sixth grade."

Hearing the word 'Love Potion', several Gryffindors began to giggle and wink at the girls.

"Oh, of course, of course it's about the sixth grade." Horace shook the test tube in his hand, motioning for the others to be quiet, and beckoned to Tom, "Come here."

Tom frowned, but quickly covered it up.He patted his robes, and walked calmly to Horace under the watchful eyes of the fourth-year Slytherins and Gryffindors.

"Very good. Smell what it smells like and tell everyone." Horace smiled and brought the test tube to the boy's tall nose, winking at Tom.

Tom didn't need to sniff too much, the smell from the liquid in the test tube penetrated into his nostrils, and began to seduce him like a siren.The boy's already deep pupils darkened, and the corners of his eyes narrowed dangerously. He held his breath calmly, suppressing his desire to smell again.

"I only smell parchment, Professor." Tom's eyes were calm, as if what he said was the truth.

"It seems that you like reading books very much.... Do you have any other smells?" After getting a negative answer, Horace shrugged with pretended regret, "I wonder if Tom will smell any lady present here smell of perfume! Go back, Tom."

Horace raised the potion in his hand again, so that everyone in the classroom could see the spiraling mother-of-pearl gas emitted by the reagent. His walrus-like beard shook, and he said, "This is the most powerful and most Effective love potion, I don't need to explain its effect. It can make you smell your favorite smell. For example, if you like swimming, you may smell the smell of the sea. For example, which girl likes Tom (he sits in the front (the girl in the row blinked) and she might smell Tom's shampoo.

"Of course, the love potion can't create true love. It can only create an illusory feeling of infatuation. Like the dose in my hand, it can last for twelve hours."

Horace touched his beard. Although his face was as big as a plate, he still smiled like a fox: "This tube of love potion is today's reward. Before class is over, whoever makes the most perfect swelling Potion, anyone can get it. It can help you get the perfect date, of course, with the person you most want to date but can't get a date."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the eyes of almost all the girls lit up.

Horace laughed: "I think handsome men should pay attention. Well, we can start making it now."

The expansion potion is probably the most difficult potion to make in the fourth grade, so Horace will give out rewards to arouse their interest.But Tom's thoughts were not at all on the material he was dealing with.

He was still thinking about the smell that actively seduced him just now.

Of course it couldn't be parchment.He doesn't like reading, he just likes the power that books can bring to him.So he smelled the leather that symbolizes power, the smell of gunpowder that symbolizes power.

What he can smell more clearly is another smell.Unlike the first two flavors, it was a mixture of the smell of blood, the smell of gunpowder, and the salty smell of sweat, just like what he tasted when he buried Harry's neck during the London bombing.Desperate, dangerous, and criminal.

Tom skillfully stirred the potion in the cauldron, seemingly earnestly.

Tom pursed his lips, his obsidian-like eyes fixed on the surface of the spiral liquid in the crucible.

He... likes Harry?

Various phenomena point to this conclusion.

This conclusion made the young Demon King curl his mouth in disdain, full of sarcasm.

like?This pale and powerless, seemingly beautiful but fragile emotion was useless to him at all.Until he died, he would never forget how that disgusting fat woman was in his ears, hearing her stories, and portraying his image of a weak, powerless mother who was abandoned by her husband when he was in the orphanage.

Like, or even love, is it not the same as betrayal in the end?

In the face of absolute power, rights and authority, the connection of "like" is too fragile.How many couples who have been together for more than ten years are extremely jealous because of a piece of wealth?How many men and women who love vigorously go their separate ways because of their future or money?

like?

He only needs to pursue absolute power, and the right to absolute prestige is enough!

Tom grinned again, hiding his already distorted* guts beneath a well-mannered exterior.

"Okay, it's time." Horace clapped his hands, and heard some girls sighing in mourning.

Horace checked all the way to Tom's side, took the stirring rod and tried the viscousness of the potion, nodded 'yes', although he agreed, but he was not satisfied: "Although your potion is the best potion among all the potions. Excellent, but not ideally excellent.”

Although the idiot Slytherin was full of holes, there was no doubt that he was a good master of potions.

Tom laughed from the bottom of his heart, but nodded and smiled on his face: "Yes, I missed a meeting, and the dose of absinthe was increased."

Seeing that Tom had admitted his mistake, Horace was satisfied. He took the small test tube of the potion off the iron stand, handed it to Tom, and joked with a smile: "Actually, you probably don't need it. What girl can do it?" Turn down your date?"

Tom put the love potion in his pocket, and glanced at the row of girls in front of the classroom, with a moving smile on his face, making people look like spring breeze: "It's my honor to date them."

Tom stretched out his hand to fiddle with his bangs, and the eyes covered by his sleeves radiated a strange light.

If you like this kind of emotion, it's only worth using it!

Tom closed the bedroom door, glanced at the opposite bed, and sure enough it wasn't there.

Ovie had been avoiding him since that day.He hardly stays in the dormitory except for the ban on rest from 10:[-] to [-]:[-] every night.

Tom didn't care, it was more convenient that way.

The young Demon King tore off Slytherin's silver and green tie, threw it on the bed, and glanced at the small section of snake's tail exposed under the pillow: "Nagini, come out."

"No." Nagini shrank back into the pillow, "I managed to get from London to Hogwarts by myself, and you don't even want to know what I saw!"

Tom took off his white shirt, revealing his muscular body under the shirt.The thin and tall young man already had the capital to be proud of.Although the abdominal muscles are not as bulging as a bodybuilder's, they can distinguish beautiful abdominal muscle lines, restrained and smooth, elegant and full of explosive power.

Perhaps because he explained his abnormal reaction, Tom, who was aroused by power and strength, was very happy at this time, and he no longer avoided this question, and carefully calculated the pros and cons.

"Then what did you see?" He pulled Nagini out of the quilt with great interest, his eyes as black as midnight flickered.

"Then I don't want to tell you how Harry disappeared!" Nagini was still angry because of Tom's indifference before.As her size grew, so did her intelligence, and she became more and more self-willed.But it has to be said that this is a manifestation of humanity.

The word "disappeared" was accurately captured by Tom.

"Disappear?" Tom narrowed his eyes suddenly, raised his voice inadvertently, and his eyes darkened unconsciously. Although the blackness was pure, they were so gloomy that they could not reflect a single spot of light, swallowing all the light that came into contact like a black hole.

How could his things disappear!

Nagini is a magic snake. Although he doesn't understand too arrogant magic, he can still distinguish moving spells such as apparition.Since she said disappear, it definitely can't be magic like apparition.

Seeing that Tom was interested, Nagini also forgot the unhappiness just now, and gestured with his tail: "Yes, yes! He just turned the hourglass, and then he disappeared!"

"Hourglass? The one he hangs around his neck?" Tom asked coldly. The light cast shadows on the browbones on the deep eye sockets, covered the dark pupils, and prevented the light from reaching.The snake language was already so gentle that it made people shiver, but at this time it was even more bleak and terrifying, making Nagini, who was originally a cold-blooded animal, feel a little cold.

"Yes, he just sat in the study, turned around, and then he disappeared."

He had seen the hourglass hanging around Harry's neck.

He had carried that hourglass with him from the first day he met Harry.He took a closer look at it while Harry was sleeping. It was silver and small, and there were complex runes around the hourglass that he couldn't understand.At that time, he thought it was just a protective tool, like the ring that Abraxas wore to block the listening spell.

Tom suddenly remembered what Abraxas said to him-"If my pet is no longer obedient, it will become a plaything."

The boy turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Whether it's a pet or a plaything, it can only be his, and he can't leave it easily, let alone disappear easily.

It was already eight o'clock when Tom came out of the bathroom.

The boy who was no longer like a bamboo pole put a towel around his neck, and water droplets rolled over his open chest, leaving a trail of water on his pale but powerful skin.

"By the way, Nagini." Tom, who was rubbing his hair, suddenly remembered something, "How did you get in here?"

A snake that is not small, of course it will attract attention when walking through the castle.

Nagini straightened his body and rolled on the bed: "I first climbed to the Forbidden Forest, and then climbed in through the Hogwarts water pipe."

Tom narrowed his eyes, keenly aware of a trace of abnormality.

"The water pipes in Hogwarts are really big," Nagini thought for a while, but he didn't know how to describe it. He could only emphasize, "It's very big, very big, and there are many, many, many more!"

Throwing down the towel, Tom buttoned up the loose shirt button by button, his eyes sparkled.

He tidied himself meticulously and stepped out of the bedroom door.

Maybe...he was suspicious.

"Tom, are you waiting for someone?" The voice from behind made Tom stop searching.

Tom cursed lowly, and when he turned his head, he already had a smile on his face: "Professor Dumbledore, good evening."

The wise old man wore a robe full of stars and moons, and his brown-red beard dragged to the ground. Compared with him who was old and kind 70 years later, Dumbledore at this time had more wisdom and vigor.

Dumbledore winked at him: "It's almost curfew time." Because of Harry, he had a deep impression on the child, so he naturally paid attention.The more he pays attention, the more he sees, but because of Harry, he can't figure out who the source of the child's blood vessels is, and his vigilance is naturally not as strong as before.

"I know. It's just...an appointment with a friend." Tom paused, his expression and manners were impeccable.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked straight at him through the half-moon-shaped lenses. Although there was no real attack, Tom felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"I don't know which of Tom's friends is so interesting. About..." He looked up and glanced around. Although his face was wrinkled with a smile, there was no wave in his eyes. "...meet in the women's bathroom?"

Tom made a look of understanding: "I'm still wondering. He asked me to meet in front of the History of Magic classroom, and I ran into the ladies' room. Oh! The direction of the stairs keeps changing!"

Dumbledore stood by the window in the corridor, watching the child's steps in the text, and couldn't help but think deeply.

The wisdom accumulated over half a century allowed him to vaguely perceive the light in the child's eyes that was different from ordinary people—*.This is of course understandable, if there is no *, probably will not enter Slytherin.But what surprised him was that the look in the child's eyes when he just turned his head was the same as Getler's.The same eagerness to move, the same pretending to be calm, the same urgency and eagerness.

Dumbledore touched the bridge of his twisted nose, and the always cheerful old man also looked decadent and pale in an instant.

But...someone should be able to fetter and restrain him.The pair of bright, beautiful and gentle dark green pupils appeared in the old man's mind.

☆, September 1942, 9

September 9st is a very important day for Hogwarts every year.The ancient castle once again welcomes the new blood of the wizarding world with its solemn and magnificent posture.

And September 9st of this year is also very important to Tom.Not only does this mean he becomes a fifth-year Slytherin, but it also means he becomes a Slytherin prefect.

This is probably the first time a teenager has tasted real power. Although this kind of power is not absolute, it can easily arouse people's pleasure.

Tom sat alone on the long table in Slytherin, with his eyes lowered, half a smile, his thick eyelashes covered the ferocious and triumphant eyes, and his slender fingers unconsciously caressed the prefect badge.

"Hey, Tom, congratulations on becoming a prefect." There was a person sitting next to him.The frivolous tone allowed Tom to know who was coming without turning his head.

Tom raised his gaze, turned his head and smiled, "Long time no see, Abraxas."

"Long time no see, I remember..." Malfoy, with his platinum blonde hair, narrowed his eyes at him narrowly, "We just met in Turning Lane yesterday."

The boy who even combed his hair docilely spoke flatly, as if this was the truth: "Really? I only went to Diagon Alley yesterday."

Abraxas made a look of sudden realization: "So I remembered wrongly!"

The dark eyes met the gaze of Abraxas, and the pupils were brighter than usual, showing that the master was in a good mood.

The two looked at each other and smiled, knowing it well.

Hogwarts has only one or two hundred new students every year, and soon, the slightly nervous freshmen have already sat down on the long tables of their respective colleges.

"Welcome to Slytherin." As a prefect, Tom naturally wanted to make a welcome gesture immediately.He smiled, hiding the indifferent coldness in his eyes.

"Pay attention!" The chubby and kind-looking headmaster stood up from his seat, attracting the attention of the entire hall, "Before the dinner starts, I think I will announce an order for Hogwarts to The boiling news."

The students on the long tables of the four colleges listened intently, which made the principal very satisfied.

"I believe you all know what the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Tournament are." The headmaster stopped talking after saying this, and watched the reaction below with a smile.

Tom didn't fluctuate much, but Abraxas beside him widened his eyes.

"Merlin's socks! Goblet of Fire!"

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had already shouted in surprise, and even Ravenclaw couldn't help discussing in a low voice.

The headmaster raised his arms and signaled them to be quiet: "It's an honor that Hogwarts has won the right to host the Triwizard Tournament this year. Hogwarts will select a warrior from the Goblet of Fire to participate. Because the competition is too dangerous , the Ministry of Magic banned wizards under the age of 17 from participating ("Cut!" contemptuous voices from all wizards under the age of 17.). Now, let us invite the other two participating schools of the competition, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang! "

The arrival of the Beauxbatons girls came as a shock to the Hogwarts boys.

"Merlin, look at their butts twisting!" The big Goyle sitting opposite Tom smiled vulgarly and maliciously, staring straight at the girls.

Slytherins are a disgusting mess.

Tom raised his eyes and took in the ugly appearance of the boy opposite him.

"I have to say, the girls over there are really nice..." Abraxas, who was sitting beside him, couldn't help leaning over to say a few words to Tom, but then suddenly stopped, and turned around maliciously. "Oh, I forgot you weren't interested in them."

Tom seemed to have never heard of it, with a just right smile on his face, and he took the trouble to explain the doubts of the new students around him over and over again.

Next up are the boys from Durmstrang.

Abraxas beside him pushed Tom leisurely: "Look, here comes what you like."

Tom's gaze was fixed on the last boy who stepped into the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Tom squinted his eyes, his eyes as black as midnight watched the man's every move.

Abraxas followed Tom's line of sight and raised his eyebrows unconsciously: "Tsk, is this your aesthetic?"

That boy is really not good looking.The eyes are like the eyes of an eagle, the nose is like the beak of an eagle, and the whole person is like an eagle becoming a spirit, terrifyingly sinister.

Tom didn't answer.He was just recalling the boy's expression the moment he stepped into the Hogwarts hall, resentment, dissatisfaction, distortion, and the wolf-like greed projected from his eyes.This made him seem to see... himself stripped of his camouflage.

The bony fingers kept rubbing against the rim of the glass, and the pure black eyes were astonishingly bright.Tom pursed his lips and curled the corners of his mouth.

Intuition told him that that boy would be a good minion.

"Finally, I would like to welcome the judges of the Triwizard Tournament." After hugging the principals of the other two schools, the principal added with a smile, "Thanks to the Ministry of Magic for their concern for the Triwizard Tournament, and specially sent an executive Auror to serve as The judges of this competition."

Tom kept his eyes on the boy, calculating the value of the benefits that life could bring with cold eyes.He didn't have much interest in this so-called Triwizard Tournament. Although the fame and glory brought by the Triwizard Tournament were very attractive, they still couldn't match the reality of power and strength, not to mention that he was not yet 17 years old. .Besides, he doesn't want to attract attention for the time being, at this critical moment... when he is looking for the secret room.

As for who are the judges?As long as it doesn't get in the way it's fine.

Tom smiled, and the freshmen sitting next to him just felt like a spring breeze, fascinated for a long time.

"Oh! I want to read out the list of judges!" The chubby headmaster on the stage was still rambling, regardless of the impatient commotion below.He waved his wand, summoned a roll of parchment, and pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Well, this competition has three school principals as the main judges, and the deputy judges... Alves Tucson , Jon Weir, and...Harry Potter, welcome!"

There was immediate applause from the audience.From the sparse applause, it can be seen that the children are not very interested in who the judges are.

Tom suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the man who had just stepped into the hall.Curly and messy black hair, round glasses with thin frames, and the conspicuous lightning-shaped scar under the bangs, who else would it be if it wasn't Harry!

He understood at last what Harry had said goodbye to him when he boarded the train.

"Don't worry, we'll meet soon," he said.

Tom dropped his gaze again.This action is what he often does, because this action can easily cover up his anger, ecstasy, panic, and bloodthirsty *.

Harry pursed his lips, wondering how Tom would feel after seeing him.

Probably... annoyed?

Harry smiled bitterly.When Tom was looking for the Chamber of Secrets and making Horcruxes, he would certainly not like to be disturbed.

But he had to bother.

"Harry, your task is not to stop him." It's not that he didn't understand Hermione's words, and under the control of the horoscope, he seemed unable to stop him.All he's been doing all along, it seems, is nothing but self-righteousness.She thought she saved him on the edge of the abyss, but she didn't know that he was already in the abyss.

The question he'd been ignoring all this time: What was his mission?Just to find Voldemort's weakness.He should be a bystander, watching with cold eyes and doing nothing.But can he stand idly by?

Before he could think about this question carefully, Merlin presented him with the opportunity to approach.So he accepted without hesitation.

Triwizard Tournament.Harry is very familiar with this, not only because he has participated in it, but also because in this game, he lost a friend and senior with a bright future, and the wizarding world lost 14 years of peace.

Sometimes it even appeared in dreams, the eerie and terrifying mark of the Dark Lord, the Death Eater who suddenly appeared in the cemetery wearing a black robe, and Cedric emerged from the tip of his staff and said to him: "Take I'll take it back."

Harry quickly stopped his thoughts, trying to suppress the sourness in the corners of his eyes.He carried too many lives on him, but as early as August 1939, 8, he made the choice to protect Tom, which pushed those lives into a more difficult situation.

Harry looked at the handsome young man who was sitting on the long Slytherin table with his head bowed and wearing a prefect badge, and couldn't help but smile bitterly—that child was raised by him after all.

No matter how difficult and painful it is, it is fine for him to bear it alone.He's the savior, that's his duty, the price to pay for being called "the savior", isn't it?

Even if you know that the ending cannot be changed, you still have to try hard, even if you hit your head with blood—probably this is Gryffindor, and this is the courage of a knight.

Harry looked back at Tom, and followed Jon towards the teacher's seat.

"Harry, nice to meet you." The wise old man blinked at him briskly, his blue eyes were soft and kind as always.

Harry suppressed the sourness at the tip of his nose: "Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore."

"What? That's your Harry?" In the Slytherin lounge, Abraxas jumped up from the chair without any image, and looked at Tom who was sitting on the other chair in disbelief, "It looks like only 20s!"

Tom's eyes seemed to encompass the entire universe, deep and dark, and the light at the bottom was like starlight.The corners of Tom's lips curled up mockingly: "From the time I was four to the age of 14, he never changed."

"Wait, what did you say his name was?" Abraxas suddenly realized something.

"Harry Potter. What?"

Abraxas frowned, recalling in his mind the man he only met once.He could vaguely remember the outline of the man, and he was amazed for a few seconds at that time.Thinking about it carefully, isn't that messy black hair like a bird's nest, and a thin figure with prominent collarbone, not the inheritance of the Potter family?

"What does he have to do with the Potter family?" Abraxas asked, his mind spinning rapidly.The Potter family has always been a single lineage, and I haven't heard of any cousins.Isn't the Potter of this generation Charles?What's the matter with this Harry?

Tom frowned too.

"The Potter family?"

"The Potters of this generation have graduated long ago. If you haven't met them, you naturally don't know." Abraxas added thoughtfully after explaining the current situation of the Potter family to him. "I didn't notice it before, but now that I think about it, I feel that Harry and Charles are... surprisingly similar."

The pupils of the young devil suddenly constricted, chewing on the words of Abraxas repeatedly on the tip of his tongue.

——What do you mean, surprisingly similar?

☆, September 1942, 9 (second revision)

Harry hadn't slept so peacefully in a long time.

Hogwarts seems to have a reassuring magic.Although the bed is narrow but warm, the sheets are washed clean by the elves, there are sunny window sills, and curtains blown by the breeze.But these were like lofts in the air to them in 2001, ethereal and dreamy, untouchable.

Hogwarts in 2001 was already under Voldemort's control.They are like a pack of wolves who have been expelled from the country, they can only wander around unwillingly, and they can never get close.The forces of darkness are too strong, and the area where justice and light live has been compressed to the limit. Even the place where dreams and power first began are occupied by darkness.They lost Hogwarts like wolves lost their water.How long can they last?How long can a pack of wolves without water last?

Harry didn't know.

All he could do was move on.Even in the extreme darkness, even if there is no light to illuminate the direction, he still has to move on.

Hermione said, "Without him, this war really wouldn't have been won."

Yes, without him there is no hope of winning this war.For the wizarding world, he is not only a savior, not only a symbol, but also a belief, a symbol, a torch in the extreme darkness and cold, illuminating the direction of progress.The name Harry Potter is no longer just a news gimmick, but power.As long as you chew it repeatedly in your mouth, you can chew out the hope of sustaining it.

Unable to retreat, let alone the ability to turn the world around and change the nebula, he can only walk at the forefront of everyone, without hesitation or fear, leading the pack of wolves to find the next source of water.

The morning sun is not scorching hot, it hangs far away in the air, the rays of the sun illuminate half of the sky, dreamy like a fairy tale.

A suspended corridor is suddenly sandwiched between the continuous mountains, with its back facing the vibrant green and facing the calm and jade-like black lake.The vast expanse of the sky, the quiet and constant sound of air flow, the wind with water vapor, all of which Harry missed very much.

Harry leaned on the railing, looking at the sparkling Black Sea.

He loves this place.I still remember that in the third grade, Professor Lupine looked at him here and there.

"You're only afraid of fear itself," Professor Lupine explained to him about his fear of dementors.But that was only him in the third grade.

What is he afraid of now?He is afraid of death, the death of his friends; he is afraid of giving up, afraid of giving up his comrades; he is afraid of not being able to change, and he is afraid that Tom cannot be changed.That's how people are, Muggles and wizards alike.The older I get, the more I fear.

"That's the Black Sea. I heard there are mermaids in it." The short-haired woman standing beside him followed his gaze and explained in a low voice to the calm Black Lake.

Harry lay prone on the railing, languidly not wanting to move.He naturally knew that it was the Black Lake, and he also naturally knew that there were mermaids in it, and he had robbed treasures with the mermaids in it.Thinking of the embarrassment and bewilderment at that time, Harry couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.But now he is just an ordinary wizard Harry Potter who has never been to Hogwarts.He could only pretend to be ignorant, even though this was an extremely familiar home to him.

Jon turned his head and looked at the young man's gentle side face.The breeze blew past, making his hair more messy.Although the young man was smiling, the delicate witch could sense the nostalgia and sadness flowing around the young man.

"Harry, aren't you going to visit Professor Dumbledore?" Jon finally spoke.

Harry threw his head back, took a deep breath, and stepped away from the armrest.When he straightened up, there was already a bright smile on his face, as gentle as usual.

"Well, let's go."

Unable to retreat, let alone the ability to turn the world around and change the nebula, so you can only put away your fragility, put on a smile, and meet with a challenging attitude.

Since he is a torch, if it goes out, how can he illuminate the direction to go down, how can he illuminate the way to the water source for those behind him?

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Harry knocked on the door of the old man's office.

The wise old man sat behind the long table, nodded and smiled at them, and stretched out his hand to signal them to come in.At this time, the old man's breathing was still brownish red, and he looked hale and hearty.

The old man is not yet the principal, so the office he is in is only of ordinary size, and the only decoration inside is probably the gold shelf next to the desk, which is Fox's habitat.

The old man's beard was still stained with golden honey. Seeing them coming in, he generously pushed the box forward: "Candied fruit, do you want some?"

"This was airlifted from France this morning. My students knew that I like to eat this, so they brought it here specially." A voice broke in suddenly, with unconcealable pride and pride.

Harry turned his head and saw that little old man as fat as a walrus, wasn't he Horace Slughorn?

"Good morning, Professor Slughorn."

Horace stood up from the chair, stretched out his arms, took a piece of candied fruit from the box, put it into his mouth, and rolled his eyes curiously on Harry: "Good morning, Jon. Well... this is..."

"Well, I think you'll be interested in him." The old man looked at Horace through his half-moon eyes. "He's your favorite... family member of Tom." The old man seemed to be considering the relationship between Harry and Tom. relation.

Harry smiled at the old man.

70 years later, Dumbledore once revealed the relationship between Voldemort and Tom Riddle in front of the black hole camera, old and tired.He said: "I have part of the reason why Voldemort is Voldemort." This sentence caused an uproar in the wizarding world.The wizards of later generations, led by public opinion, blindly attributed the darkness of the next 20 years to the "cruelty" of the old man, and regarded his kindness as hypocrisy.All the spearheads were pointed at that tired, hollow and weak body.

But he always believed in Dumbledore.

He understands the kindness of the old man and the kindness of the old man.as now.

He knew Tom was adopted.But he didn't specify.

The elderly love children, care about children, and care about children.It is precisely because he really loves, cares and cares that he shrewdly avoids this topic.In Slytherin, who valued blood and family background, these things were taboos that could not be mentioned.

"Oh! Are you his brother?" Looking at the young man's fair face, Horace suddenly realized, and then asked, "Why is your surname Potter?"

"Tom and mother's surname." Harry didn't know how to answer, but Jon helped him fill it in with a calm face, and it seemed that this was the truth.

Horace suddenly realized, and didn't ask any more questions.He just muttered in his heart.

Before, I always thought that the surname Riddle had no background, but with a Potter... this needs to be considered.

After chatting for a long time, Horace was about to leave.Harry pursed his lips, slipped his Adam's apple, and opened his mouth.

"Professor Slughorn, Tom...how is he learning recently?" The young man licked his lips, his eyes flickering.

Horace was surprised for a moment: "Tom? He has always been very advanced in his studies."

Ahead?

Ahead of Horcruxes?Harry smiled wryly.

"Well, he's been watching some..." Harry considered his words, his eyes glanced at Professor Dumbledore who was sitting beside him, took a deep breath, and suppressed his rapid heartbeat, "Look at some, It's very dangerous, I'm afraid..."

Horace smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, Tom always knows how to measure."

Yes, knowing how to measure, split seven Horcruxes.

"No, I still hope... If he asks you something, please..." Harry looked at Dumbledore who was sitting behind the long table again.always kind old