[HP] 47 Days Transformation

People can't help but froze their faces slightly.Harry's heart tightened, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"I see. I'll see what happens." Horace was also a smart man, and he gestured to Harry with a reassuring gesture.

"You..." Stepping out of Dumbledore's office, Jon wanted to speak with complicated eyes, but held back because of the young man's pale face.

She didn't understand what Harry meant.

Harry is very conflicted now.The Harry she saw was blinded by the child's disguise, only his graceful and polite Harry.Can make her unexpected.Harry seemed to... understand everything.

This feeling is very conflicted.

It's like knowing the ending in advance and then rewinding it, which is very contrary to harmony.

For the first time Harry felt that he could be so mean.

He said this to Horace in front of Dumbledore.His purpose, to arouse Professor Dumbledore's alertness, was achieved.

Tom, who is in the fifth grade, will learn how to make a horcrux, and split the first horcrux - the diary.Tom in sixth grade would open the Chamber of Secrets, deprive a girl of her life, and frame another innocent child.But because of his insertion, Dumbledore still doesn't know Tom's identity as the heir of Slytherin.Dumbledore didn't know Tom's real situation, so he probably wouldn't try to protect Hagrid after Hagrid was framed.Without the restraint of the old man, Tom would probably have unscrupulously manipulated the basilisk to continue plundering.This will undoubtedly leave hidden dangers for this warm castle.

Besides, he couldn't stay in Hogwarts forever, couldn't watch Tom all the time, couldn't stop Tom all the time, so he had to have a better person help him hold Tom back.Dumbledore is undoubtedly the best choice.

He had to!

Harry explained it to himself.

He buried his head in the pillow, although it was not noon yet, he felt tired for a while.

But no matter how he resolves himself, there will always be a voice saying to him: Harry Potter, you are so despicable.

He smiled wryly to himself.

What is his purpose in this era?Probably... It was to let Tom experience love, but the love hadn't worked out yet, and he put the child in a guarded and suspicious environment...

Before Tom took a step, he decided his crime, cruelly made the wise elders guard against the innocent child, and even ruthlessly deprived the child of the opportunity to plead. Before he knew, Drive him into the abyss.

Harry huddled in the dormitory, not even wanting to take another step.He suddenly began to dread meeting Tom.

Tom will definitely greet him with a smile, his handsome eyebrows are extremely moving.

Then his reaction must be to turn around and run.

☆, September 1942, 9

Hogwarts was completely immersed in the joy of holding the Triwizard Tournament, and the sky seemed to sense the gushing vitality of these young people, and it became brighter day by day.Today's sky is even more beautiful, even the word blue is not enough to describe it.

Before class started, the boys around couldn't hold back anymore.

"Let's go to the dueling ring after school!" A boy of this age is full of vigor, and his warlike nature has long been stimulated by the Triwizard Tournament.The duel stand, which had never been crowded with many people, suddenly became the second most popular place after the Quidditch pitch.

The bright and peaceful Hogwarts, the same bright and youthful boys and girls, the holding of the Triwizard Tournament seems to inject a flamboyant and happy atmosphere into Hogwarts.

It seems that everyone's mood is as bright and brisk as the sky outside the window.

But there is always a person who does not want to pursue the light. Even if he is exposed to direct sunlight, he cannot wash away the virus multiplying inside him. It can only increase his distorted form and accelerate the decay of his soul.

Tom hated the light.

Especially when he is in the dark, the extreme contrast of light will make him on the verge of losing control.

Everything around him was bright and beautiful, but in his eyes, it was so gloomy that there seemed to be black flowing in the irises.He wasn't happy, but they were all so happy.He was not happy, so he couldn't help but want to see the process of the fragmented transformation into fear and fear after the destruction of those joys and joys.

But here is school.

Here's Dumbledore, and here's...Harry Potter.

Tom chuckled, his voice soft and gentle, as if he was being amused by some joke, and made Cygnus Black, who was sitting beside him, look at him secretly with sideways eyes.

If you hadn't seen the boy's eyes, you would have thought how happy he was at this moment.Tom's pupil color was originally pure black without any other colors, no matter how many negative emotions accumulated, it seemed that it would not affect the deepest color.It's just the icy breath accidentally spilling from the corners of the eyes, just touching it can make people freeze into ice sculptures.

Harry Potter.

Tom sneered. Of all he knew about Harry, this name was probably the only one that was true.

The young man thought that even if he didn't know Harry thoroughly, after they had been together for nearly ten years, he could be regarded as the person who understood him best in the world, right?

Tom covered his eyes with his palms to block out the negativity spilling out from the so-called "windows of the soul".

What a... ridiculous conclusion.

He thought he knew Harry better and better, but he suddenly found that he had more and more doubts about Harry. He even began to doubt whether the name Harry Potter was real.

Potter was unusual in the wizarding world, not even in the Muggle world.According to Doria, the sister of Signus who married Potter, there is no member named Harry in the Potter family.Is this just a coincidence?

The young Demon King would not believe such illusory excuses.

Harry, who is not a member of the Potter family, told Jon that he had never been to Hogwarts.But Tom will never forget that when he was 11 years old before entering school, the young man sat in front of him and talked with a bright smile on his face. The familiar and natural attitude would never be from "Hogwarts, a School History". I learned it here!

Harry Potter.

Tom murmured the name in his heart, as if as long as he did this, he could see all the secrets of that person through the name.

Class begins.Following Professor Spence's voice as light as his translucent body, when the lecture began, almost everyone in the classroom was half lying on the table.

"——In the last exam, some students wrote goblins as elves." Professor Binns dragged his voice and spoke in a leisurely manner. He didn't even look at the students under the podium, as if he was entertaining himself alone, " There is a big difference between an elf and a goblin... an elf has a great face and hasn't changed for 30 or [-] years. A goblin has an ugly face and ages faster than a wizard."

"Professor Binns." A figure suddenly interrupted the ghost who was lecturing.Binns, who had no classroom interaction for decades, blinked in surprise, and turned to look at the student who raised his hand.

oh!The student he knew, the History of Magic homework was always taught first, and the quality of the work was the best of all.

"I'm sorry, I'm just curious..." The student paused, and his obsidian-like eyes, which were pure and dazzling and reflecting light, moved away from the book, "Is there any wizard whose appearance has not changed for more than ten years like an elf? "

Professor Binns seemed to be caught up in the question all of a sudden: "Even Ravenclaw thousands of years ago, he could only use anti-aging potions to delay the changes in appearance caused by aging. It is impossible for him to remain unchanged for a long time like an elf."

Professor Binns was much kinder to the student who was so serious about his class, with a smile on his tortoise-like shriveled face: "You can ask Professor Slughorn, he knows more about this. Alright, let's talk about..."

Tom dropped his eyes and said nothing.

like this.The more he tried to get closer to understanding, the more he felt that that person was so unreal, like a phantom of nothingness.

The get out of class is over, and the students' biological clocks are also very punctual. The students who were sleeping all over the place consciously straightened their backs, waiting for the ghost on the stage to say "get out of class end".

"get out of class is over." Professor Binns could only do as they wished.

Cygnus Black leaned over: "Tom, to a duel?"

Tom tidied up the notes on the stage and smiled at Signus: "No, I have class later."

"what class?"

"Ancient runes."

Tom picked up his schoolbag and stepped out of the classroom.

The boys put their shoulders on each other, and the girls walked past the boy arm in arm.The youthful vitality of young people filled the corridor after class with laughter.They all headed for the corridor leading to the lawn, and Tom was like a boat sailing against the current, and when everyone was running out, he walked toward the house.

He has more important things to do than play.

The young devil king is lonely, detached from everything, proud, and independent.

"Hey, Tom." The professor standing on the podium smiled at him, and joked to the sparsely seated classroom, "I thought you would skip class, so many people came beyond my expectation."

"By the way, Tom, the rune you gave me last time," said the professor, a refined man in his forties, his eyes lit up whenever the rune was mentioned, "it's wonderful!"

"How do you say it?" Tom narrowed his eyes, and his red lips lifted a little.

Before class was over, the professor hurriedly opened the book and pulled out the piece of paper that was stuck in the book.There are not many handwritings on the paper, and there are only two or three lines in the middle, distorted lines like ancient hieroglyphs, and pauses similar to cuneiform characters. It is a string of runes.

Harry would be surprised if he was here.These runes are almost the same as the lines on the time jumper he wears.

The professor reached out and clicked on a piece of rune: "This piece of rune is very common, and this rune is usually tattooed on the time converter. You know the time converter, right?"

The boy frowned: "I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it."

"It doesn't matter." The professor waved his hand and continued, "But I can't understand this rune. I even read all the books, but there is no similar rune record. And the level of this rune is far from It's beyond the level I know, even beyond the level of this era. Just like Muggle studies say, there is a steam engine in the agricultural civilization. This situation is very wrong."

"I can't help you much, but if you can get in touch with the time-turner, it must have something to do with time. Maybe it's a powerful time-hopping device?" The professor shrugged and joked, "Okay, go back and start class quickly gone."

time?

Tom sat down in a corner of the classroom and listed all the broken details calmly and carefully.

Two identical wands, an appearance that has not changed for ten years and is similar to Charles Potter, a wound that heals very slowly, Harry Potter who the Potter family finds no one, the weird Dumbledore's army, dial After turning the silver hourglass, it mysteriously disappeared, and there was... time.

All doubts are rearranged, like scattered pearls are reconnected.The only thing lacking is a clue to make the finishing point, to hang all the pearls, to string doubts into arrows pointing the direction, and to point to the truth without any concealment.

Harry knew nothing.He didn't know that the child was suspicious of him behind his back, let alone that the child was only a few millimeters away from the truth.

Even Jon was getting suspicious.

"You...have you really never been to Hogwarts?" The short-haired woman frowned, and there was a bit of emotion in her usually indifferent and calm eyes.

"Yeah." Harry answered absently, shrank himself into the dark, and waited for the handsome and tall young man from the corridor to pass by.

Jon stopped talking.

Harry was lying to her.

If he had never been to Hogwarts, how could he find the hidden shadow so quickly every time he bumped into Tom?

Even she has noticed Harry's concealment in a certain aspect. I am afraid that the child who has always focused on Harry has already seen clearly all the missing points that cannot be known.How can Slytherin, who has a strong desire for control and possession, even perverted, allow his belongings to be concealed from him?

She stood apart from the two of them, looking at them, naturally the bystanders were clear.

Tom Riddle, who was aggressive by nature, stood at the other end of the duel ring, pressing every step of the way, with a suffocating sense of oppression and unilateral rage.And she had thought that at least Harry on this end would be tolerant.But he was on guard, using indifference and evasion to make the distance between the two bigger and bigger.

"You've been hiding from him for a week." Jon tried to ease the stiffness between the two of them, "Are you going to keep hiding like this?"

"..." Harry pursed his lips and fell silent for a while.

He doesn't know either.At least let him calm down for a while, let his brain cool down.

Let him think about what kind of posture he should take to face Tom Riddle who has already embarked on the path of Horcrux.

Harry didn't even think about how to stop it anymore, he could only sadly follow his horoscope, humbly wishing differently.

"Tom, Professor Slughorn is having a party tomorrow, do you want to go?" Abraxas stepped into the Slytherin lounge, and this was the first sentence he said when he saw Tom.

Tom closed the book in his hand, looked up at the tall Malfoy standing at the door: "Who is going?"

Malfoy, with long platinum-blonde hair, shrugged: "Probably... just some people he thinks have potential."

Tom squinted his eyes, and Abraxas watched his movements, and then joked: "When you squint your eyes, you are calculating."

The young man's gaze immediately swept over Malfoy, his expression gloomy.

Extremely intelligent people will not make actions that are seen through.

"I'll go with you." Tom nodded.He has something... to discuss with Horace.

Tom suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Malfoy, "Do you have the Bliss Elixir?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Tom opened the book, his swarthy eyes were like the most evil abyss: "No, my intuition tells me that without it, my plan would be difficult to realize."

There is an abyss buried in the boy's eyes, and Ugolino's bones are buried in that abyss.

The fate chart is slowly turning, everything in the world is going on in an orderly manner, it has become history that cannot be tampered with, and the future cannot be predicted.

Note: Uglino: Italian tyrant of Pisa in the thirteenth century, imprisoned in the tower together with his descendants, he endured hunger and tried to devour the flesh of his descendants.

☆、September 1942, 9 (Revised)

Harry was woken up by a loud bang.

Fumbled from the bedside table to the eyes, as soon as he raised his gaze, he met a face with a hearty smile.It was Alves, who was also a judge with him.

"I'm sorry to wake you up." He scratched his hair and smiled like a big boy, obviously a person who has entered the society.

Harry smiled too.

The smile on Alves' face seems to overlap with the smile on Ron's face 70 years later. The nature of being able to smile cheerfully at any time can quickly infect people around him with virality.

"Do you have any activities today?" Alves asked, "If not, how about going to a duel with me?"

"Of course." Harry readily agreed.

There are not many people on the dueling platform, and the students who are about to come to the dueling platform are probably still in class.

Harry was not familiar with the place, but he had been there before.

In his second year, he had dueled Malfoy in this very place.At that time, I thought it was full of air, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that, and it is even so childish that it can make people laugh out loud.

And seven years later, one of them was dying and was forced to flee, while the other followed the wind and danced with the darkness.Fate is so vicissitudes, the present you are what you did not expect in the past.

"Okay!" Alves beside him suddenly cheered, causing Harry to wake up suddenly and look at the stage.

The duel on the stage was probably from the sixth or seventh grade. Two boys were fighting on the stage. The wand was thrown aside. One of them put his elbow on the other's neck and clasped his hand on his throat. It ended in a victory gesture. this duel.

Harry looked surprised: "Isn't it... a duel with a wand?"

"Yes," Alves stared intently, "but close combat is also very important for wizards."

"Okay, let's go to the next group!" Alves was already eager to try. Seeing that the duel had stopped, he reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist, dragging and dragging Harry to the stage, for fear that he would regret it. generally.

When Tom was pushed into the hall where the dueling platform was located by Signus, the two who stood on the one-meter-high dueling platform and entered the fighting posture caught his eyes.

This was the first time Tom had seen Harry in a fighting stance.It is different from the battle during the London bombing escape, different from the dangerous, deadly and embarrassing battle, and different from the melee battle of rolling all over the ground just now. This kind of battle is beautiful, flamboyant and dazzling, happy, chic and Wanton.

Tom had never seen Harry like this before, his movements were as vigorous as a stag, every gesture of waving his wand was just right, neither cumbersome nor superfluous, and his eyes were focused, as if the focus of his eyes could be set on fire.With Harry like this, it is not too much to gather everyone's attention.It has nothing to do with appearance or figure, but the kind of confidence and strength that is like stepping on the stage, which always makes the spotlight close consciously.

But when the young man's eyes touched the other side of the duel ring, he unconsciously narrowed his eyes.Although this action is easy to be guessed by people, the habit that can be formed cannot be quit in a short time.It's like knowing that it's just an added weakness, but still can't get rid of the habit of looking for that person in the first place.

He narrowed his eyes and focused his attention on the other person.Alves Tucson, like Harry, is a judge of the Triwizard Tournament from the Ministry of Magic.The boy with an amazing memory quickly retrieved the person's name and identity from his mind.

Tsk, it's an eyesore.

"It's amazing!" Signus, who was standing beside him, simply sighed, looking at the dueling platform with beams of various colors splashing, his eyes were full of admiration, and he didn't notice Tom's unhappiness beside him at all.

Harry on the stage finally uttered his best disarming spell, and the spell hit his hand holding his wand before the opponent could turn around.The wand whirled and flew away from the dueling ring, against the light it was impossible to see clearly.There was no doubt that Harry had won the duel.

"He won!" Signus couldn't help but look at Harry twice. After touching Harry's appearance, his eyes that were purely curious turned into the same inquiry as Abraxas, and he murmured in a low voice. , "Merlin, does he really have nothing to do with Charles?"

Harry hadn't expected Tom to appear in front of him, so he didn't notice the boy standing there at all.He had just come down from the duel stage, before his breath was calmed down, someone wrapped his arms around his neck.

"You boy, it's fine!" Alves didn't care about Harry's sweaty neck at all, and stretched out his hand to embrace it, and stretched out his other hand unwillingly to the young man's messy hair, and rubbed it vigorously, as if to wipe the sweat from his palm. It was all on Harry's hair before he gave up.

Alves is very similar to Ron, not only the smile, but also the relaxed smell around him.Because of the resemblance, Harry didn't feel the slightest bit of disgust or unnaturalness in his being so intimate.

So Harry grinned back, generously grinning back.

For the first time, Tom felt that Harry's smile was so obtrusive.

At the same school, except for the first time at the sorting ceremony, he never met Harry again.The school is not big, and even Ovie, who had been avoiding him for a long time, forced himself to say hello several times under his half-smile gaze, but he still hadn't met Harry.Explain what?It can only show that Harry's dodging skills are much better than Ovie's.

In the weather in September, as long as you move more, you will be hot and sweaty.After the duel, the two men had beads of sweat on their hair tips, but the two of them were close together like Siamese twins.

He dodged him, but he was dueling with someone else here?

Tom stared at the young man who was half a head taller than Harry, pursing his lips to suppress the desire to squint his eyes to sharpen his vision.The focus of his abyss-like eyes was on the young man's arms around Harry's neck.He had put his head on Harry's shoulder, biting and licking that most vulnerable spot.No one knows the smoothness and delicacy of that skin better than him.

And that Alves Tucson dared to just put his bare|naked arm there, skin to skin, and even the body temperature was balanced in the exchange.

Tom took a deep breath.As if the territory had been invaded, the smell belonging to outsiders was extremely pungent.

Alves smiled happily and put his arms around Harry, who smiled back.

Tom hated such contrasts and contrasts.

It's like never allowing anyone to enjoy the light when he is in the dark.So when Harry avoided him, he would never allow Harry to smile at other people; when they walked on thin ice and there was a rigid barrier between them, how could he bear the bright, breezy and bright relationship between him and another person? Warm tones?

He couldn't take it, so he put on a smile and stepped into Harry's line of sight.

Before Signus had time to ask, he had to follow quickly.

"Harry." The boy greeted obediently.Looking at the man's sudden change of expression, Tom's eyes shone with a malicious light, which was similar to a child's revenge behavior, naive, simple, and extremely terrifying.

Harry's next laugh just rolled out of his throat, and the moment he saw the child, it was stuck in his throat like a fishbone, unable to go up or down.

"Tom..." Harry pursed his lips.He was happy to meet the kid, but he didn't want to face the kid so early.Facing Tom, the sense of guilt and helplessness of being a whistleblower can shatter Fang Sheng's joy.

He knew that his expression at this time must be ugly, otherwise the child's expression would not gradually cool down.But he doesn't have the gift of eloquence, and he can't change the embarrassing atmosphere with a smooth tongue.He could only search his guts to find a topic.

"Why don't you have to go to class?" Harry asked.

"Is Harry blaming us for disturbing you?" The young man was still smiling, but the words he said were like thorns, covered with fine thorns.

"Why?" Harry shook his head quickly.

"Really?" Tom looked at Alves who was beside Harry, "Good morning, Mr. Tucson."

Alves obviously didn't expect the boy to call him Mr. Tucson in a serious manner, and it took him two or three seconds to realize that he was calling him.

"Good morning, who are you?" Alves scratched his head and asked shyly.

"Harry is mine..." Tom paused, the dark flames in his eyes flickered, "Father."

The tongue lightly touched the teeth, uttering the most commonly used word for humans except mother.Not the adoptive father, but the father.

Harry stared blankly at the boy who was already half a head taller than him.

Father?

No one understood Tom Riddle's indifference to family better than he.He hated his mother's cowardice, hated his father's Muggle blood, and when he grew up a little bit, seeing the old Riddle family of three, the only hope was broken that he would even completely change the name inherited from his father.

Harry never thought of taking his father's place. He had an impure purpose and ulterior motives from the very beginning, and the starting point of all his actions was to exclude everyone except Tom.But the child recognized him and put him on the same level as his mother.It is not so much a surprise as it is flattered.Harry smiled wryly.

Harry was easily satisfied, or maybe it was because he put Tom in such an important position that the joy of being a father was enough to cover up all the trauma.Harry was ecstatic at the unexpected love that came after giving it.So much so that the surprise of Alves and Signus beside him was completely ignored by him.

"It looks like you are only in your twenties, how can you become a father?" Alves stared like a copper bell.

"I'm 36 years old this year." Harry smiled, looking at Tom with a softer gaze.

Tom had a panoramic view of the changes in Harry's expression, and his smile remained unchanged: "Father, why don't we play a game?"

Biting the word father between his teeth, Tom felt a strange sense of satisfaction.Knowing that they are only father and son in name, the word "father" sounds like they are really related by blood.Blood ties are the most obscure, most powerful, and most difficult to break of all fragile ties.

The characteristic of being connected by blood alone is enough to fascinate people. If the object is Harry, it will only be the supreme pleasure and the satisfaction of control and possessiveness.

Too bad they are not.The boy was speechless with regret.

But... It seems that there is a blood exchange recorded in this book that can achieve this wonderful effect.The young devil thought for a while.

The young man carefully hid his thoughts, looked at Harry expectantly, and took the initiative to step onto the dueling ring.

Most of Harry's dueling skills seem to have been learned from Voldemort.And now, in the form of a face-to-face duel, the skills are presented in front of Tom.

The past, the future and the present form a strange loop, where cause and effect are layered on top of each other, and the effect of the previous second becomes the cause of the next second.

There is no question about the result.In front of Harry, who has been baptized by the war for three years, Tom has little chance of winning.But Tom was born for fighting, or for killing.

The young man is terrifyingly gifted in attack.He can accurately calculate the range, power and casting interval of the opponent's wand during uninterrupted casting, and he is also very familiar with the accuracy of attacking spells from every angle. He is bold and cautious. Tougher than playing against Alves.

Tom danced his wand quickly, exerting all his magical power to the extreme, attacking with all his strength, watching Harry who was becoming more and more concentrated with increasing pleasure, as if admiring the bloom of the most beloved flower.

See, only in front of him can this person bloom to the extreme!

Harry had cast countless disarming spells, but they were all swiftly dodged.The lion, who dared to try anything, simply jumped forward, imitating the first pair of partners, and drew the wand from Tom's hand with a physical attack.

Harry tried his best to put his elbows against the boy's fair and slender neck, panting, and ended the battle.

"You are amazing, Father." The boy felt the body lying on him that contained strength, and felt the heart beating extraordinarily violently due to the exercise. He grinned, his breath still a little short, and smiled at Harry.

At this time, they are so close that their breaths can touch each other, and there is a rare harmony on the surface.

But under the intimacy, one hides suspicion, anger and desire to control, and the other temporarily forgets guilt, helplessness and paleness.

It probably never occurred to Harry that the boy, after calling his father, would step into Slughorn's office calmly and unfurl the pages he never wanted to open.

The author has something to say: I suddenly found that the article was full of typos, so I am going to revise the text =L=

☆, September 1942, 9 [Part 10]

Slughorn's party was chosen in the evening, and the place, of course, was his office.

Slughorn's office was not small, at least it was much larger than Dumbledore's office. It could fit a large dining table and fifteen or six chairs with soft cushions beside the dining table.

The door of the office was open, but everyone stood outside the door in unison.Nobody wanted to make a bad impression on Professor Slughorn.

Tom stood at the door of the office, hiding his figure behind the stone sculpture at the door, quietly observing the invitees who were waiting with him at the door.

There are from all houses, but Slytherin accounts for more than half.

"What you want." A person suddenly appeared next to him, and threw a small bottle of clear liquid before he finished speaking, "It took a lot of work." The person seemed to sigh inadvertently.

Tom lowered his head and unplugged the bottle from the container, and drank it in one gulp, hiding the twisted sarcasm in his eyes with his movements.Wasted a lot of effort?With Malfoy's wealth, it was not difficult to get a bottle. Besides, Malfoy was just a vassal of Slytherin a thousand years ago. When Slytherin fell, who knew how much they devoured?These are all his and will be his!

Slytherin has no other offspring... right?

Tom suddenly realized this problem, and unconsciously narrowed his eyes, the condensed vision was terrifyingly sharp.

Before he could think about it, the Felicia he drank took effect, and the steaming emotions interrupted Tom's train of thought.

The feeling of goodness and self-confidence that Felix Felicia could bring was what Tom hated most, or any emotion that was beyond his control.But he couldn't resist the effects of the medicine.

The effect of the Felicia was remarkable, and almost immediately, Slughorn, who was as fat as a walrus, walked from the corner of the corridor with a smile.

"Sorry, I just went to pick up the cake I ordered, so I'm sorry for being late."

"...The newly reported new type of potion is monopolized by him!"

"...I heard that the negotiations between the Ministry of Magic and Germany were not very successful."

"...The one who almost ruled Germany, but still wants to get England?"

All kinds of information intersect and weave into a network on this table, gathering into an intelligence station that is difficult to ignore.

Tom put his hand on the table, the dark table framed his hand perfectly, his fingers were pale but strong.Although Felicia had taken effect, it did not affect Tom's estimation of the value of everyone around him.

The school is one of the best channels to get information. Sitting opposite Ravenclaw, my father works at the Potions Institute.And the most proud sixth-grade Slytherin, whose mother is the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Ministry of Magic.The girl with the headband, the brother is studying in Germany... Through the information they get, they can even cover the UK and even Europe!

He doesn't even need to spend time and energy to acquire a thorough intelligence network. As long as he pretends to be a little interested, enthusiastic and stupid young people will happily tell them all they know.

Tom maintained his seemingly absent-minded playfulness, and his soul had already squinted his eyes, casting sinister and cold gazes on the ignorant and stupid people around him in the name of youth, using everything available around him. .The venomous snake uses the darkness disguised as light as its claws, and invades and expands outward regardless of everything, squeezing every drop of dead grass where it goes.

"Tom, what are you thinking?" Slughorn picked up a piece of pineapple from the small plate in front of him. "The pineapple you sent was delicious."

Tom nodded to accept his thanks, and then put on the mask of doubt that he had planned long ago: "...I was wondering, is Professor Mellors going to retire?"

Slughorn frowned, surprised: "How do you know?"

Tom smiled, the pleasure of being aroused by his aggressive nature and the effect of Felicia Felicia were superimposed, which made him very happy: "I guess, you know, I don't like him very much." Because he never entered the restricted | book area Sign the application form for him.

"Oh, I hope you will have a teacher you like next semester."

"Yes." Pale knuckles tapped lightly on the sandalwood table, and the confidence brought by the Felicity Elixir made Tom extremely sure, so sure that he couldn't understand it at this moment.

The party ended with the bell approaching curfew.

Tom's gaze was attracted by the hourglass placed in the corner, and he stretched out his hand and flicked on the glass surface.The sound of crisp glass echoed in my ears.

The students all left slowly, but Tom had no intention of leaving.

"Tom? Why aren't you leaving yet?" Slughorn bought himself a glass of red wine, "If you get caught after the curfew, don't say I didn't warn you."

Tom put his hands behind his back, lowered his eyes, and showed an open-minded look: "I have a few questions for the professor."

Slughorn froze for a moment, and the cup he had just brought to his mouth also stopped at that height.Some Problems?

Harry had spoken to him only yesterday.

Slughorn's fat face grew a pair of fox eyes, and the eyes rolled very cunningly when they rolled.

"Let's hear it." Slughorn took a sip of his red wine.

The boy in formal clothes looked more upright and handsome, and under Tom's deliberate softening, he felt more polite and studious: "I... have some doubts about the beauty lotion."

He is indeed what I desperately want to know about anything Harry is hiding.