[HP] 47 Days Transformation

In this way, you can win the thrill of defeating them.

"Shut up." The handsome young man on the throne said impatiently, "I can't hear what he is saying."

One sentence made the person who laughed out loud shudder, and the next laugh got stuck in his neck, and he dared not spit it out.

"Hmm..." The demon king narrowed his eyes, his red eyes were exactly the same as those in 1943, "Where is the link to the laboratory?" Slytherin was frighteningly wise and frighteningly sharp, and hit the nail on the head. .

"The subordinates don't know. The laboratory is well protected. Except for Potter, only Granger can enter. No one else is allowed."

"Continue with your mission."

"Yes!"

Voldemort suddenly felt that everything was starting to be fun.

What kind of mysterious things are the boy who was only reckless in the past playing with his little friends?

However, it was too late no matter what.

Hear the tales of the wizarding world, dear savior.

——The savior of the past, the traitor of today!

——If the savior shrinks back, will there still be hope in the world?

Voldemort rubbed his wrists contentedly, and sat in the darkness, condescendingly overlooking the chessboard that had been occupied by black pieces.The scarlet eyes overflowed with malicious murderous intent.

The Boy Who Lived?Only one of the two can survive?

Oh his boy, how could he give up his life?Even with a Horcrux fusion, he would be Voldemort, the undead.

Voldmort, fly away from death.

The author has something to say: the list of 2.1 is a bit dead == it is the rhythm of closing the small black room ==

PS, during the list period, the text will be temporarily corrected, and I will put it aside for a while [Actually, this guy doesn’t know how to write at all.

☆、January-June 1943

The role of Horcruxes is unquestionable.

Slytherin, stripped of redundant emotions, is so calm that he is cold-blooded, abandoning all emotional interference, and obtaining the means to obtain the greatest benefits in the shortest possible time.

But no one noticed these shifts.Ask the students, but you will receive their confused and strange eyes - Tom Riddle is always personable and polite, how can he be cold-blooded?

But the effect of Horcruxes is really long and lasting?

After a day of classes, Tom went back to the dormitory.The utility bucket next to the desk was particularly conspicuous, and the broken holly wood wand lay quietly in it.

Haven't those ugly house-elves managed to get rid of them yet?Tom raised an eyebrow.

Just looking at those things related to Harry, something repressed in the soul began to struggle, ready to move, screaming.But it was only for a moment, so fast that the boy had no time to analyze it.

But it was only the restlessness at that moment, which drove him to pull out the already broken wand from the debris like the singing of a siren.

The boy's pupils were slightly sunken, and the eyes were so black that they couldn't even reflect light, and only the occasional redness could spill out.

The handsome Slytherin suddenly sneered, and found a barely plausible excuse for his actions:

Just a memento - a memory of how ignorant and vulnerable and stupid he was.

No matter how safe and strong a fortress is, there will always be gaps. Once gaps are formed, the natural law of quantitative change to qualitative change cannot be prevented.

And on the fortress named Horcrux, there seemed to be a gradually expanding crack.

The crack's name is Harry Potter.

January 1943, 1.Harry had been away for over two weeks.

Harry didn't come back.

Rather than saying that he didn't come back, it's better to say that he never said when he would come back, but just left a vague sentence: "It's not that he won't come back."

Tom Riddle could show a calm expression of indifference.Excellent Slytherins are busy wandering among the pure-blood families, agreeing with their ridiculous and stupid pure-blood theory, and quietly seeking the greatest benefit in their complacent and blank smiles; the descendants of Slytherins are busy Looking for the location of the Chamber of Secrets, under the name of the prefect, smiling under Dumbledore's eyes, while looking for the power he dreamed of; he was more busy with his studies, or in other words, wanted excellent grades to cover him To win the favor of professors with beautiful transcripts, to maximize the right to surpass the rules.

The young devil smiled and completed all the tasks calmly.Only in the leisure afternoon, the sun shines from the window on the boy's arms with his sleeves rolled up, the heat will make him think of "irrelevant" people or things in a trance.

Tom was smiling, but his eyes were as deep as trenches, not even light could penetrate.He stretched out his hand to close the curtains, driving away the sunlight from that side.

I don’t know if I mentioned it before—whether it’s Tom Riddle or Voldemort, the most annoying thing is the light.

"But," you might murmur, "God said let there be light."

Heck, it's a pity he doesn't believe in God.

The girls at Beauxbatons stayed for a few days, and then returned with the girls who had already left.When they came, they had so many classmates, friends and sisters, but when they went back, they lost one.Naturally, this matter cannot be tolerated, so with the firmest determination, they returned to China to seek the most solid backing and help from the Ministry of Magic.

In the next few days, the boys from Durmstrang also left, but they were more majestic than when they came. When they left, all the boys had a bit of depression and depression on their faces, with the exception of Karkaroff.

It wasn't easy on either side, and Hogwarts was left out of the struggle.And the core of the whole conspiracy is hidden in Hogwarts.The descendants of Slytherin concocted a perfect coincidence.

"Help me!" When he left, Karkaroff looked at the fifth-year Slytherin eagerly and frantically. In just four months, the outstanding ability displayed by this underage wizard was the result of him I have never seen it in my seniors or even the professor.As long as he helps him, he will become the next Getler!

The Slytherin in the cloak flicked his cuffs, and calmly shook off those disgusting hands. Although his classmates were smiling and friendly, only Karkaroff could see how deep the cliff was hidden under the smile: "I said, I will give you what you want, and the price is your life." The bottomless cliff has an irresistible allure.

"Extend your arm." The boy said again suddenly.Karkaroff froze for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves.

Tom squinted his eyes, and pressed Karkaroff's wrist with his pale but strong fingers.Even with a body temperature of 37°C, which is the most standard for human beings, Karkaroff felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The cowardly and frightened boy quickly lowered his head, but was shocked by the sudden appearance of the pattern on his wrist.The pattern is very simple, and the general shape cannot be seen with just a few strokes, but the floating and wriggling appearance of the pattern makes the soles of the feet feel cool just looking at it.

"Don't worry so much," Slytherin looked at the pattern with interest, his ink-dyed eyes were as bright as stars, as if he had found some more interesting toy, "it's just a small curse, so I can find it anytime you."

Facing those bright black eyes, Karkaroff felt as if he saw the Milky Way in a trance.

It's just that the Milky Way is staying at the head of hell.

The old man with a brown beard in the distance suddenly turned his head, his half-moon glasses reflected the sunlight, and the shape of his pupils could not be seen clearly.

The space-time jumper had left for less than half a month, and the horoscope took the opportunity to push the plot a big step forward—the nightmare imprinted on the arm had begun to take shape, and those souls wearing black cloaks had found their first The host, the atmosphere belonging to Tom Riddle is gradually fading, and the dark monarch is about to be crowned.

February 1943 was a difficult month with freezing rain.

But this temperature is nothing to wizards, so wizards' campuses will not be like Muggle campuses, wizards will not fight with arms folded, and they will not scramble to call home to complain about how cold it is.

The wizard's campus is very peaceful, and everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Harry should indeed leave, time, space and distance speed up the process of forgetting, no matter how unforgettable it is, it can't stand the mediocrity, right?

In March 1943, the inspecting teacher filled in the checklist that everything was normal, turned his head and read it several times, and then left satisfied, ignoring the abnormal darkness in the corner of the wall.Tom stepped out of the corner, from the darkness into another darkness, even where the darkness connected with the darkness, there was no buffer of light.The night sky is getting darker and darker, but the light of the stars cannot be highlighted.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

Tom didn't like April, the sticky weather, the soft sun, and the verdant grass outside the porch—he only liked the smell of death and despair.

Everything seems to have entered a bottleneck, the clues to find the secret room were suddenly interrupted, and the materials for researching the Horcrux were also restricted, and what Tom didn't want to admit was the person he didn't want to remember the most. The sense of presence is getting stronger and stronger.

"Where is Harry? I wanted to discuss something with him, but my Fox couldn't find him." The old man stopped the boy, not minding Tom's dark eyes instantly.

"Where is Mr. Potter? Charles, is the head of the Potter family of this generation. He is very curious about him and wants to meet him, but we can't even deliver the invitation letter!" Cygnus Black chattered to him He was so confused that he didn't pay attention to the twisted and ferocious facial features of the Slytherin prefect, and didn't notice the instantly icy and solid air around Slytherin.

Even the ugly, dirty and stupid half-giant ran up to him eagerly, with his ridiculous accent, calling "Harry" affectionately and trustingly, asking for his address, that kind of sound The more intimate address made Tom feel the desire to kill in an instant, and his eyes were red. Unfortunately, before the simple and dull half-giant could detect and capture him, the demon in his eyes re-lurked.

Everything seemed to be against him, reality was trying over and over again to bring back his memory of Harry.

But everything will not be a problem!Slytherin smiled firmly and paranoidly, and came to a conclusion as if he was sure of victory.Horcruxes are absolutely powerful and evil magic, the greater the price paid, the more taboo the method used, the darker the knowledge involved, the more lasting and significant the effect will be.The shackles of the Horcrux cannot be broken by some useless memories!

The teenager is absolutely steadfast in emphasizing the effects of Horcruxes over and over again, pathetically and ridiculously performing self-hypnosis over and over again.The more absolute it is, the more uncertain it is.

Is there the strongest fortress in the world, an inescapable cage?No.

One day, the fortress will crumble, and the iron bars will rust. What should be suppressed and what should not be suppressed, once escaped, it will be difficult to restrain them again.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

As the weather got hotter, the spores carried in the air gradually settled and germinated, breeding a piece of bacteria, infecting the material, and fermenting and deteriorating along with the dreams.

Slytherin can turn the tide of events, can control the maturity of the situation, the only thing that cannot be controlled is the dream.

Like an unstoppable silent movie, frame after frame flashed in my mind, and the time was very short, but it was enough to remember every reason and every sentence that triggered the picture.All the memories are so clear, but the dreamer who has been forcibly stripped of his emotions is just a bystander, unable to empathize with him, it is weird and terrifying.The laws of creatures and nature cannot tolerate this kind of separation that violates common sense, and try their best to lure them to break through the shackles.

So, as the time in the dream progressed, the picture began to become clearer and clearer, and the speed began to slow down, so he relived the crazy, immoral and dark pleasure of eight months ago.

Yes, joy.In the dream, he once again unbuttoned the sleeping youth's clothes, and once again sucked his neck, lower abdomen, and thighs under the dim and ambiguous light... Maybe there was nothing wrong with it, but the only thing that went wrong was joy.

The teenager can clearly feel the gradually warming and boiling blood, and the strange sense of satisfaction that a wolf has a full meal. As long as he relaxes, he will be completely bewitched and indulged in the terrifying and terrifying trance—or use other methods A name - happiness.

Do not!

Tom suddenly opened his eyes, and like breaking free from the water weeds wrapped around his limbs, he broke away from the dream and sat up suddenly from the bed.Thanks to the prefect for allowing Slytherin to have a separate dormitory, otherwise those terrifying red eyes would definitely attract screams.

Tom clutched the front of his loose shirt tightly, the flimsy fabric was almost broken in his hands with bulging veins, all the uncontrollable emotions gathered in his eyes, thick and terrifying as if they were about to spurt out.

This is not normal!This is impossible!

Slytherin didn't want to believe it, and refused to believe it, how could the black magic he had admired and pursued for so long be invalid!

But the facts speak for themselves - it really didn't work.

In just an instant, the cracks began to widen, collapse, collapse, and in just an instant, all emotions were awakened.Just like bacteria, when needed, they fade into spores and exist hidden. Once the conditions are ripe, they begin to spread and reproduce endlessly.Just suddenly, he couldn't help remembering that person's smile, eyes, and even every movement, and he couldn't help regretting how he could let him go so easily and willingly!

But it shouldn't be like this!

Slytherin gritted his teeth hard.The radiance that was about to burst from the sky shot in, illuminating those scarlet eyes clearly.

April 1943

The atmosphere at school suddenly became tense because of the upcoming final exams.

But there are still some people who are carefree and leisurely.

"Prefect, what, are you in a bad mood?" Abraxas leaned on the sofa in the Slytherin lounge, he always seemed to be in this position, as if he had no spine.

Slytherin, who always had a cold face, turned his eyes and looked at Malfoy steadfastly. As he considered his words, his long and narrow eyes narrowed immediately, and the focus of his eyes became more and more focused. It seemed that there was a substantial body that made Malfoy feel a little uneasy. smile on face.

"Hey, what's the matter, looking at me like this makes me feel terrible." Malfoy exaggeratedly rubbed his arm that was starting to get goosebumps.

Tom Riddle finally spoke up: "What if I can't control my passion for anything?"

Abraxas was suddenly dumbfounded, and then burst into a burst of imageless laughter, holding his stomach and unable to stand upright.It took a lot of effort to stop laughing, and Malfoy wiped away his tears: "Tom, didn't you solve this problem very early?"

"What you've always done, isn't it to hold everything you want in your arms?"

"Could it be, when did you learn to give up?" Abraxas laughed jokingly.

The boy pursed his lips tightly, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

Yes, what he wanted and never gave up!He wants Harry, but the weight of that person is not enough to make the young man ignore status and power. If Harry conflicts with status and power, he will only choose the latter resolutely!

But he couldn't control his desire for Harry.

What should I do?

"My prefect, I'm not your father, do you still want me to teach you how to conquer the world?" Abraxas looked at the boy who was one year younger than him but with extraordinary abilities, with a half-smile. A good horse is restrained in □, and then it is controlled to hunt tigers.” Taming wild horses and hunting tigers restrict each other, but if you are strong enough, you can escape the shackles of conditions, and you have enough energy to tame the horse first, and then Have the strength to hunt tigers.

——There is no containment and restriction, it's just that the strength is not strong enough!

As long as the strength is strong enough to hold what you want in your arms and restrain it, and control his every word and deed, you can pursue a more magnificent and absolute realm without any hindrance.

Slytherin licked his chapped lips, with an insatiable appetite and eager desire - since "cull and forget" has been proven to be ineffective, then... let's plunder!

The author has something to say: Tom's mentality has finally turned around. Sure enough, the paranoid attack is more cute, and the ORZ of the indifferent attack...

Also, the new girl, the stupid ass has always been this pissy, slow in typing and always slipping... So... I just have to be slower instead of giving up =_=

PS, thanks to Tao Xiaomao, Guixiu, and Jiujiu for throwing the mines, the donkey said that he must work hard this weekend!Strive for double updates!

☆, September 1943, 7

1943. 7, 31

It was a very special day, but Tom didn't know how special it was, because Harry had never mentioned it to him.

难道哈利不是喜欢并享受每一个值得庆祝的节日、珍惜每一个生日的吗？当然。哈利当然还是那个哈利。只不过,对于哈利来说,他的生日在2001年7月31日,而不是1943年7月31日。

After all, he does not belong to this era, and subconsciously, he only regards himself as a bystander in this world, even if he participates, he does not get too deep; even when he gets along with Jon, he still has reservations—this is a A gesture of being ready to pull away and leave at any time.

Tom may not have noticed it, or he may have found it and ignored it.

For Tom, July 7st is just a slightly special day in a year.

On July 7st, Hogwarts had already been on vacation, and Tom also worked for two weeks in Diagon Alley.

He was not short of money, and Harry had never limited him financially.Even if he disappears without a trace, the cash and checks stored in the safe are enough for an ordinary person to enjoy a lifetime.Such a huge amount gave Slytherin the illusion that "he will never come back again".

Illusions are just illusions after all!Tom smiled coldly, and let go of the deformed box in his hand. When he raised his eyes again, the smile on his lips had wiped away the gloom and hostility.

—Where else could he go?

After all, the world is only so big. Excluding [-]% of the ocean, how much land is left?Besides, he was alone, and he never saw anyone closer to him. Apart from a small island like England, where else would he have a family and a business?

As for the other end of the hourglass, it's probably just a vacation spot.Is there another home connected to the other end of the hourglass?Don't be kidding, who would want to neglect their family members for more than ten years to take care of an unrelated child?

He will always come back.

Tom pursed his lips and walked forward on his own, but he was paranoid that the man would always be there waiting for him.

But is this really paranoid thinking, or self-consolation with a guilty conscience?

"Tom, third shelf, seventh row, fourth from left."

"Here we come." Tom took out the corresponding box, brushed off the dust on it, and handed it to the old man standing in front of the counter.

The old man opened the box and handed it to the boy standing in front of the counter who was not even taller than the counter. "The heartstrings of the dragon, plus the body of the mahogany staff, eleven inches, try."

Then there was the crackling sound of glass breaking.So Tom drew out his wand graciously—"It's back to normal."

He was working at the run-down Ollivander, doing all the chores, presumably for this moment - to be able to use magic with impunity outside of school - with a new wand provided by Ollivander.

Thirteen and a half inches, same yew body, but with the heart muscle of a snake.The core is different, and its familiarity and feel are also very different.He still didn't fit well with the wand, as if there was a glove between his hand and the wand.

But so what?He has absolute power control, so the fit is not a problem.

Tom played with his wand, and performed another sweep with great skill to remove the dust that had accumulated on the box.

It takes a long time for every guest to come, after all, they have to choose the most suitable one among thousands of wands.So when the kid finally left Ollivander contentedly, the morning was over, and the old man managed to sneak away for a while.

"Is Mr. Harry Potter's new wand okay?" Ollivander made wands for a living rather than wands for a living.He even mentioned the wand in his greetings, which showed the old man's obsession with the wand.

"Of course."

Slytherin leaned against the old wooden counter, tapped his fingers inadvertently on the edge of the table, making a clicking sound, and the sound followed, concealing the precise, cautious and bold calculations in his eyes.Tom looked down, seemingly carelessly, and said casually: "But thanks to Mr., I can make exactly the same wand."

"Exactly the same?" Ollivander's eyes widened in surprise, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were unfolded by this movement, "This is impossible!"

Slytherin was also stunned, and then shook his head firmly: "I didn't admit my mistake, it's exactly the same!"

"The same shape of the handle does not mean that the wood and the inner core are the same." The old man only judged by the appearance as a teenager.

"Even the texture is exactly the same!" The boy retorted, quickly took out his schoolbag and began to rummage through it, as if he was driven to prove his correctness, "I kept it because I thought it was weird!"

"Look, sir, you have such a good memory, you can remember all the wands you sold, look, is this the same as the one you sold?" Tom took out the wand, and there was already a mask on his face .On the mask is a juvenile expression of impertinence and urgency, but under the mask, his eyes are already dark and intense.

The problem of deliberately ignoring and forgetting because of the Horcrux surfaced again, with more impactful doubts, and one step closer to the truth and the truth.

Tom's eyes focused on the wand that exposed the bright feather inner core, and the emotions condensed in his eyes were so suppressed and concentrated that they could almost form a pillar.

Harry, Potter, silver hourglass, wand, appearance, and time, doubts have gathered, the only thing needed is to connect them into a complete and continuous clue.

Ollivander took the two broken wands, quickly took out reading glasses from the drawer, put them on, and carefully observed the invalid wands.There is no doubt that such a bright feather color is the characteristic of the phoenix, and the wood and texture of the staff body can also be judged to be holly wood.

Eleven inches, holly, phoenix feathers, he remembered exactly how that wand was made.It was the only pair of brother wands, and he was sure that his memory was without omission or error.

Ollivander joined the broken parts of the wand, and the disconnected joints could fit perfectly, and the texture of the wand was completely presented in front of his eyes.Even the texture is exactly the same!

Every wand he ever sold was handcrafted by him, and no one knows what each wand looks like better than he does.

The theoretically and practically impossible conclusion was right in front of his eyes - two identical wands!

"This, this, this makes no sense..." The old man shook his head, the truth he had believed in for decades was completely overthrown, and Ollivander was inevitably a little irritable, "How is it possible! Every wand cannot be the same. It is impossible to have exactly the same materials, techniques, production time, and production methods, no matter how similar they are, they are still two independent individuals!"

The old man with a serious and rigid face put down his wand, turned around and was about to bury it in his book collection to find the corresponding records, and muttered endlessly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible! There must be something I have overlooked..."

"Wait!" The old man suddenly remembered something, straightened his back, stared at the magic wand with bright eyes, then quickly stepped back, picked up the wand and looked at it carefully.

Tom stopped tapping on the table, approached the old man with an increasingly surprised expression, and squinted his eyes: "Sir, did you... find anything?"

Ollivander frowned, the wrinkles on his already wrinkled skin deepened, and he looked at Tom with scrutiny and suspicion: "Tom, do you know where Mr. Potter... is from?"

Tom covered the steaming red light in his eyes and shook his head.

Ollivander was thoughtful, and pointed the broken wand with one hand to the sunlight from the glass window, and pulled out the wand with the other hand and used a flying spell: "Holly wood flies."

"This is left over from the making of the wands of the brothers. I originally wanted to make both wands into holly wood, but unfortunately there is not enough wood left." Ollivander explained, and put the raw material of holly wood in the sun Down.

Under the sun exposure, any hidden details are exposed.Against an absolutely clear background, the naked eye can tell the difference between the two types of wood.The color rendered on the wand is darker, darker, and thicker than the original holly wood.

Slytherin is knowledgeable and has a little dabble in any field, but after all, he is not an expert and cannot see through Ollivander's intentions.

"This piece of wand is indeed exactly the same as the one I sold, or," Ollivander paused, the old man's expression was so serious and determined that no one could doubt it, "this is the same wand at all!"

the same one?

What does it mean?

Tom suddenly stopped all his movements and looked at Ollivander fixedly, trying to find any clues from the old man's solemn expression.

"It's indeed the same one. The only difference is that it exists for a different time." Ollivander frowned, with a deep imprint carved between his brows, "Compared with this piece of holly, the reflection of this piece of wand The color is darker, and this magic wand has existed for a longer time... It is estimated by visual estimation that it may be more than a hundred years old."

Slytherin, who was exceptionally wise and outstanding, felt his mind was in a mess, as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer.Perhaps it was an instinctive physiological reaction, the adrenal glands were activated, and the breathing became rapid. Even the blood seemed to start to flow backwards, causing the blood vessels to throb.

"What do you mean?" The young man couldn't even care about the protruding fangs, his voice changed slightly ferociously, the monster hidden in his eyes had squirmed and swelled, and they were multiplying wildly under the cover of pupil color.

Ollivander returned the wand to Tom, and his Gutan-like eyes could see through the boy's anxiety, but it was only anxiety.

"Of course, this is just a highly probable guess, not necessarily correct." He made a premise, "Mr. Potter is probably... a space-time jumper. To put it more bluntly, he may... come from the future."

"Look, that makes sense," the old man murmured and analyzed, completely unaware of the boy's blood-stained eyes, "He brought back that kind of wand from the future, and bought this wand after it was damaged. The same wand from the same era, so two wands are exactly the same but existed at different times. Yes, that's it!"

That's it?

Tom quickly raised his hand to cover his eyeballs.He didn't even need to look in the mirror to guess how terrifying those eyes were at this moment.But everything on the outside is not as terrifying as the inside. If you cut it open and observe, there must be dark silt and the viruses and bacteria growing in it.

He knew how right Ollivander was.The same appearance, the same magic wand, the hourglass with a time-turner-like rune tattooed on it, the departure without revealing the destination...all the mysteries can be explained under the premise of this conclusion.

Harry is from the future!

His thoughts a few hours ago seemed like a joke—this world is indeed not that big, but this time and space is much, much bigger than this world!In this world, he can find it, but what if he is outside this era?

Harry Potter, he may be born a hundred years later, or he may exist hundreds or thousands of years later, he is already wrinkled, rickety, and even just a cold tombstone, but he is still young, handsome, gentle and cheerful, How to find him, how to own him!

As long as he thought of this possibility, the bloodthirsty who had been dormant for a long time reappeared, clamoring to control his mind.

Half of Slytherin's mask has been shattered, and the gentle and polite expression can no longer be maintained, the eyes are scarlet, and the bones and joints are white from the force.

The Slytherin who had fallen into madness even started to sneer—he would rather hold Harry's tombstone in memory than turning into a tombstone and being forgotten by Harry.

This is a situation he never expected!

As far as the current development is concerned, human power may be able to transcend space, but it will never be able to transcend time. Human technology may be able to shorten distances, but it will definitely not shorten the distance between times.

How ridiculous, the power he pursued with all his heart can't go forward across time, what's the use of human beings' steps of birth, old age, sickness and death!

wrong!

Slytherin raised his head suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, but the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened, revealing two sharp vampire-like fangs under his lips.

Wasn't the power he was after the best response?

He still clearly remembered every sentence, even every single word in the book "Deciphering the Cutting-Edge of Dark Arts" - "Hide your soul inside, as long as your soul is not destroyed, you can fly away from death."

Fly away, die?

what does this mean?

It means that he can cross the boundary of time and space, ignore the passage of time and space, eliminate the physical distance and the distance of time and space, and monitor time and space. Even if he reverses the time of hundreds of years, he can still control it completely!

On July 1943, 7, the last disguise of the time jumper was ruthlessly poked open, and the time jumper knew nothing about it.

The author has something to say: Lightning protection statement: Horcrux's statement about Feili's death is already very vague, but it was stupidly made out of plot needs, and it was expanded to the point of immortality ORZ

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☆, September 1943, 8

After seven months, 210 four days, and 130 six hours, there was still no sign of the young man in the house marked with the "Harry Potter" nameplate in Godric's Hollow.

The roses in the yard had long since decayed into disrepair, and the only thing that flourished was the weeds under the fence, which spread wildly and took over the entire yard.Because of his mother, Harry's favorite flower is lily.But lilies are too delicate, and they cannot grow on the not-so-barren but not-so-fertile land in front of the door. After trying a few times, Harry had no choice but to give up. Planted roses.It's not that kind of delicate pink, but that kind of bright, passionate and bright red.

Harry loves anything bright and colorful.

But in August, the hot weather is no longer suitable for the growth of roses. No one waters, and the cracked soil exposes the rhizomes of roses. The original green shrubs gradually wilt, die, and break, and the leaves fall off, exposing the weird and strange appearance. Standing in front of the fence, peering eerily and darkly at the empty house.And this happened to be Tom's favorite scene, dead silent, desperate and weird.

The teenager enjoys this feeling, and even more enjoys the process of destroying something Harry likes.If you like it, then I will destroy it.Obviously this kind of behavior is as naive as a child's, but in the hands of a young man, it is creepy.

You see, Harry likes Billy, so he let Billy go back to the orphanage, and he still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead; You see, Harry likes Mei Ni, so he makes Mei Ni a memorial to his Horcrux leaves an empty body; look again, Harry likes the bushes of roses, he smiles and admires them gradually withering and dying