[HP] 47 Days Transformation

In the process of dying, it is obvious that it can be saved but they stand by and do nothing.

"Nagini, tell me, will Harry be angry when he comes back?" Tom looked down at the garden with a smile, and the meaning in the smile made the snake twist uncomfortably.Before Nagini could answer, the handsome and tall boy laughed, as if he was joking, "He will definitely not be angry."

Nagini had just come out of the cave, and his eyes could not adapt to the bright sunlight outside. There was a spot of light in his sight, which made it difficult for the snake to see Tom's expression clearly, but Tom's words alone were enough to make Nagini aware of the danger.

"Tell me, what if he doesn't plan to come back?" Facing a snake, 16-year-old Tom chuckled, even his voice was gentle.

The snake obediently obeyed the boy's orders, and stayed in the cave to guard the sea area full of ghost corpses. It was only summoned by Tom a few days ago.The ignorant snake didn't know what happened between Harry and Tom, and could only answer honestly to the boy's question: "Nagini doesn't know."

"Then...fly away from death." Tom turned his head. The black diary on the table was very ordinary, but who would have guessed how powerful magic was hidden in it?

Nagini found Tom normal, even calmer.But only he himself knows how hideous Tom Riddle is under the skin.The internal organs twisted and squeezed, waves of anger, fear, and greed flooded into the brain, roaring and biting aimlessly, eroding the young devil's sanity bit by bit, yelling, urging him to use the most extreme means.

This belated, long-lost, and even worse mutant emotion completely broke through the shackles of the Horcruxes, and found the devil they were going to throw into hell.

He must find something to do, otherwise, he will be driven crazy.For such a long time, in such a large space, with only him alone, he would be driven crazy.

Tom Riddle pursed his lips and looked at the full-length mirror in the room.

The boy in the mirror had scarlet eyes like fresh blood.

8th August, Little Hangleton, Riddle House.

Tom Riddle got up on time as usual, put on clothes suitable for his status as a country gentleman, sat down in the dining room, set out the tableware and had breakfast.

Tom Riddle, who is about 40 years old, is old, but he can vaguely see that he was handsome and charming when he was young, and the smile lines on the corners of his mouth do not diminish his demeanor at all, but his heart is not as good-looking as his face.

The big dining table was already filled with two other people—a woman who tried to hide the wrinkles around her eyes with makeup, and a sullen and mean young man.

These are the owners of the Riddle House, Master Tom Riddle, Mrs. Riddle, and Master Tom Riddle.The family is very rich, and they even live in the most luxurious and beautiful house in Little Hangleton.

Today is also very ordinary, at least until three o'clock in the afternoon.Old Tom made an appointment with a few friends, of course, who had the same status as him and must be prominent enough, and they got together to play bridge.He is best at this, not so much that he is good at it, it is better to say that he is good at it with his son.The father and son have the same virtues, and they are also highly cooperative in cooperation. After a while, a pile of coins and banknotes are stacked on the corner of the table.

"Don't play, don't play!"

"That's right, I don't play anymore! I lost everything."

After sending off the fat sheep that were slaughtered, old Tom felt a little happier.Ha, his fortune has grown a little more!

"Master," a maid rubbed the hem of her clothes, tremblingly walked into the beautifully decorated room, faltering, "There is a person who wants to find you..."

child?Even though he was in a good mood after winning the money, Old Tom still waved his hands with a straight face, frowning impatiently: "Tell him to go away, I don't know him."

Startled by the man's rough voice, the maid hesitated for a while, looked at little Tom Riddle standing aside with a mean face, and immediately lowered her head: "But, that man claimed to be... Tom Riddle Del..."

One old Tom Riddle, two young Tom Riddles?

Who knows what happened to the rich family!

However, as far as the maid is concerned, she is more inclined to the person who stands quietly waiting at the door of the living room.She hurriedly walked towards the living room, still flashing in her mind the first impression of seeing that young man—handsome, tall, pale-skinned, and well-mannered.Such a Tom Riddle compared to the hideous mean and snobbish Tom Riddle in the house... No, how could he be compared with him!The maid spat at the devil fiercely, but she didn't know that it was Satan sitting in the living room.

"Master calls you in." Not knowing how to address it, the maid had no choice but to omit this detail and stood at the door of the living room.

Tom put his hands in his pockets and ran his long fingers along the handle of his wand.Slytherin's face was terribly pale, without the rosyness and vitality that humans should have, just like a vampire who hasn't been exposed to sunlight for a long time.However, even if the sun shines, it can't wash away the ferocity under the skin.

No one knew that the knuckles of the handsome boy's fingers holding the wand had turned white. They didn't even know about the wand. The maid only saw the smile on the boy's face, which was so flawless that it moved people's hearts.

"Thank you." Tom smiled, restraining the tyranny and killing intent that was about to overflow from the corners of his eyes, and stepped into this magnificent building.

No one knew that the Riddle Mansion ushered in the Grim Reaper.Harry knew, but he wasn't in 1943.

The Dark Lord Voldemort would never admit that he had fantasies about his parents, but Tom Riddle would.

Any child who cannot see his parents, no matter how precocious, will naively and simply rely on his imagination to outline the faces and actions of his parents, so as to cater to the child's desire for love.Which scheming lunatic didn't grow up from a pure white and flawless child?

Tom Riddle fantasized about it, in his childhood, or earlier.

But he had no evidence to back up his fantasy.His mother, wandering and abandoned by her husband, was the subject of Mrs. Cole's sneer and long talk.His father, who has not heard from him at all, doesn't seem to know his existence at all, and it is true.

"Oh, you are the son of that bitch Merope?" Old Tom pulled out a mocking face, staring at the face that was eight times like his when he was young, and spit out sharp and dirty words that were used Almost all insulting words, "I don't know what trick I used to make | love to her disgusting face, and then gave birth to you bastard?"

Slytherin suddenly felt how ridiculous he was as a child.The thoughts he had when he was a child are still clearly imprinted in his mind at this moment, probably influenced by the ridiculous picture albums and fairy tales of Muggles. He actually began to look forward to it.It's just... stupid.

He has known for a long time that any seemingly beautiful emotion is just a bubble, reflecting the warmest seven-color light, but it will burst with a poke, and it can't even bear the prying eyes.Family affection and fetters are just the most redundant things that human beings can create in their spare time!He has always known this truth, but at this moment he understands it more deeply!

"That bitch has the guts to give birth to you!" Remembering being deceived back then, Old Tom beat the table angrily, cursing viciously, "You fucking shouldn't exist! Bastard!"

"What a bastard." Little Tom Riddle standing aside sneered, displeased with that face that was even better than himself.

The "bastard" one after another, vicious and malicious.

How angry would Harry be if he heard it?He has taken care of the children for more than ten years. He is so good that he is only worth a few "bastards"?

But Tom is no longer the wizard cub who can magically riot just because Billy says "monster".Tom Riddle, who is like a fish in water in Slytherin and has played with the pure-blood family in the palm of his hand, can easily control all his cold killing intent, control the hand that is already holding the wand, and act like a young man should have Look, leave in resentment.

No, how could they die so easily!How could he get himself accused of murder because of them?

Under the setting sun, those eyes had long faded from black, and were infiltrated by bright red, gradually becoming richer, turning into dark red, which was more shocking than the fiery sunset in the sky.

The boy left facing the sunset, laughing as he walked, his voice trembling slightly.

He had a plan, a plan to make it easy for him and not easy for everyone.

After tonight, there will only be one Tom Riddle in the world.

Tom Riddle was an orphan.

Tom Riddle has only one adoptive father named Harry Potter.

The author has something to say: Note: In the original book, the diary Horcrux was completed in the sixth grade, and the stupid work was bugged again, and it was brought forward to the fifth grade. It is because there is not much information on the Internet ORZ...

Very early on, a girl mentioned the issue of adding more landmines. Stupid Donkey has been thinking about it, but because of his limited ability, he didn't respond much.

I woke up this morning and found that I made the top [-]. The stupid donkey decided to add updates. It may be later. The visual time is between one o'clock and ten o'clock tomorrow morning. If it is not today, it will be double-updated tomorrow. 【Hello.

Thank you for not knowing the two landmines of the frog and the two landmines of the pipililly girl [Sister, did 123 love draw one more, the friend next door is, received two grenades, but they just wanted to throw one ==] , Thanks to Aendlesslice and Qianqian Anxiezi for their landmines, and thanks to Jiujiu for another landmine.Thanks to all the girls who voted for mine and let 47 squeeze into the top three thousand girls XD!

Finally, I declare that this article does not have children, so don't be misled by the extras, thank you.

☆, September 1943, 8

The setting sun melted gold and gradually sank to the horizon.Darkness and shadows clamor happily, driving away the last halo of the day, and the bloody redness of the sky is the last sacrifice of light.Once it gets dark, it is the most rampant moment when the demons are rampant.

The Riddle House is not far from the Gaunt House.But if the Riddle House is the richest and most beautiful house in Little Hangleton, then Gaunt's House is the shabby and dirtiest house.The walls are covered with moss, the window sills are covered with nettles, the shabby railings seem to break if touched, and a dead snake is nailed to the door that is too dirty to see its color. The widened snake eyes are extremely strange.It's filthy and run down, but thankfully at least they have a place to live in.

Tom Riddle walked into the house with a smile on his face.The young man was handsome, dressed in afterglow and approached. It was a dreamlike picture, but because of those blood-red eyes, it became like a life-threatening demon who came out of hell.

"Come out." Tom Riddle stood at the door, speaking in a cold and hoarse Parseltongue.The ability to use this privilege has been generously granted to him by his Slytherin blood.

"Why are you here again, bastard?" The door was opened, and the ugly uncle in name opened the door, his nostrils flaming, and he picked up the rusted ax beside the door as if annoyed, and threw it viciously, "It's just How can a dirty half-breed speak Parseltongue!"

"Your mother, that idiot Squib, was supposed to be my wife, and then we'd have a perfect offspring, not you bastard!"

The bloodline generously gave him abilities, but did not give him a name.He is connected by blood, and the person who should be the closest person rejects him as a foreign object.Whether he is a wizard or a Muggle, he belongs, but he doesn't belong. He is isolated and abandoned one after another.

How ridiculous, the mother doesn't even want to live for her newborn child, the father would rather the child doesn't exist, the father and uncle say bastard, and the one who raised him is a time jumper who has left...

The setting sun was completely submerged in the horizon, and Little Hangleton was behind him. Tom couldn't help laughing just like that, putting his hands under his brows, laughing uncontrollably.

You see, he's like a mouse that got away with it.But he was Tom Riddle, a descendant of Slytherin.

The inherent pride and arrogance do not even allow him to be sad, and what hides any fragile emotions and directly enters the next track is ferocious, crazy revenge and calculation.

The Slytherin who has abandoned his humanity will not get lost, hesitate, or feel frustrated. The attendant of hell opened his mouth happily, waving his wand like the sickle of death, but he can't let him die.He was going to subject him to the boundless despair and terror of being kissed by a dementor.

His stupid and fragile uncle can be subdued without even much magical power.Tom stepped on Uncle Morfin's hand, and fixed his eyes on the stubby, dirty fingers. The gleaming ruby ​​ring stood out from his hand.

"Don't try to get his attention, bastard!"

"Probably, this is something from Slytherin..." The light has been completely annihilated, but the boy's eyes in the darkness are as bright as that gemstone. The bright and beautiful colors are fascinating, but they are suddenly terrifying in the darkness. , creepy, "Then it belongs to me. It belongs to me, bastard."

"No! That's my thing!" Morfin yelled loudly, staring at the young man with fury, the Parsel's voice was cold and cunning, and the breath he exhaled was like a curse, "Your shameless mother took Slater away." Lin's locket, you still want to take this, don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!"

Haha, go to Azkaban and defend your pure-blood Slytherins from the dementors, my... dear uncle.

There is only one heir of Slytherin.

Tom raised his hand and knocked Morfin unconscious, tore off the ring from that finger, and a piece of flesh from the edge of the ring was thrown away by him in disgust.He picked up his wand from the ground and began to chant the memory-altering spell.

"Dear uncle, read after me, I killed three members of the Riddle family."

"I killed three members of the Riddle family."

Tom played with the wand that belonged to Morfin, skillfully planning the next step.Isn't he already proficient at framing?

The Riddle House, which is only two or three miles away from Gaunt's old house, is brightly lit, and the room is as bright as day.But the light produced by the bulb was weak and unreal, unable to resist the darkness that fell on the whole land.

"I had a good day today. I picked three pieces of jewellery." Mrs. Riddle, who was delicately made up, shook her arms, showing off her beautiful and expensive rings and bracelets.

Old Tom snorted coldly, and roughly cut the well-grilled steak on the plate: "If it wasn't for that bastard, I would have a good day today."

And then, death came.

The three snobbish and mean people with different looks looked at the boy who suddenly appeared in the living room with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Get out of here!" Old Tom yelled, every time he saw that face similar to his, it reminded him of his experience of being deceived by that mean Gaunt woman.He is a squire, and that woman is only the daughter of a madman!

"What do you still come to me for? Money? I won't leave a penny of my property to you!"

Ha, even if he gave up all his property, he wouldn't let Tom show any mercy.

He didn't need a father, he didn't need an uncle, he didn't need any blood relatives, all he needed was Harry.

"Go to hell." Tom smiled, cursing the most tenderly but most profoundly. He raised his arm, and the tip of the crimson wand shone with green light. Such a strange phenomenon made the three members of the Riddle family begin to feel the ominousness of death. --"Avada Kedavra."

"no no!"

Morfin's wand did not belong to him, but he was able to wield it very skillfully.Even though he was so proficient, this was indeed the first time he used this spell that he had always mastered.He killed countless people, but never directly caused their death.The man who sank in the cave was killed by the Inferi, and Mei Ni was killed by Karkaroff, and he was, at best, a murderer.

Old Tom was dead, under his son's first Killing Curse.Such a mockery, he gave him life, but became the first skeleton under his wand.

Tom looked at Old Tom's expression frozen in extreme panic, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.The weird expression with the corners of his mouth reaching behind his ears made the remaining two people in the room almost collapse.

Tom approached step by step, watching with extreme pleasure the figures of the two screaming and trembling in the corner, giving them the most fearful shocks time and time again.

The pleasure of killing has filled Slytherin's mind, and the deepest and most violent grief can only be appeased with life.

From now on, there will be no second Tom Riddle in the world.

From now on, Tom Riddle has only one adoptive father.

—Nagini, tell me, what if he doesn't plan to come back?

Is he still planning to come back?

2001 years.

"Harry, have you decided?" Hermione looked into Harry's green eyes, "He has already made a Horcrux, and his hands are already stained with blood. Even if you go back, it won't help. You... ...do you want to go back?"

Harry wanted to refute, but sadly found that he couldn't find any evidence to refute it.After a long silence, Harry scratched his messy hair: "From beginning to end, I have taken care of him for more than ten years. Besides, he is almost 20 years old. We still have tasks, don't we?"

"After all, this is the last jump." Harry stroked the silver hourglass, his eyes twinkling.

What a grand-sounding statement, it can only be revealed in one sentence - he is reluctant.

He watched Tom grow from a half-meter-tall child to a teenager, watched him clumsily hold the wand to skillfully wave it, watched him sad, angry, happy, joyful... Before he had no room to jump, he might still be angry Waving his fist in an unjust posture and yelling "I hate Voldemort", Voldemort is even just a symbol, a symbol of evil.But once this symbol becomes flesh and blood, crying and laughing, and has been with you for more than ten years, can you still remove him indifferently?

Tom is just a 16-year-old boy.

Just like any parent treats their children, they will be angry, angry, and wish to leave, but once the anger passes, they still happily hug the spoiled child.

Harry turned the hourglass.

When he appeared in Godric's Hollow, night had completely fallen, and every house was brightly lit, about * o'clock.

Harry followed the familiar path and walked all the way to the house that belonged to him.

The lights were not turned on. From the lights at the courtyard door to the lights in the room, everything was annihilated. It was dead silent and dark, and it stood out against the background of flickering lights.Harry stood at the door and knocked tentatively.

But as soon as his fingers touched the upper door panel, with a little force, the door squeaked and was pushed open.The door didn't lock.

Harry stood by the door for a while before he got used to the almost complete darkness of the room.

"No one is at home?" The young man murmured. He stood at the door, and the light shot in from behind him, fully showing his figure, not even a single curl of his hair fell off, completely falling into the room Another person's eyes.

Tom sat behind the sofa, surrounded by darkness, staring blankly at the young man who bent over his slippers, his eye sockets were about to explode suddenly.

--He is back.

Every cell is releasing such information, urging him to move forward.

So he obeyed his instinct, stood up from the sofa, strode away, stepped out of the darkness, and hugged his real father with the hands that had just cast the killing curse.

"Tom?! You scared me." Harry looked at the child with his head resting on his shoulder, dumbfounded, and couldn't help but reach out and rub Tom's silky hair.

You see, his mother didn't want to live for him, his father would rather he didn't exist, and his uncle called him a bastard, but someone was willing to jump through time and space for him, no matter what the purpose was.

Tom wouldn't tell Harry how wronged and sad he was, and in a way he didn't think he'd have such cowardly emotions at all.He just hugged Harry, put his arms around the young man's waist, buried his head on the side of his neck, and breathed greedily.

Jimmy has a very good saying.

——I always meet the most beautiful surprise in the deepest despair.

When no one accepts him, there is always someone who opens his arms to him.

But it's a pity that the devil won't be influenced.

The elves will repay those who are kind to him, humans will remember those who are kind to him, and the devil will imprison those who are kind to him.

The author has something to say: I don’t want to update after seeing the comments in the last chapter, but I don’t want to update it. What kind of disease do I have ==...

No matter how I write this chapter, I am not satisfied with it, and Harry even revised it when he appeared on the stage. If there is something wrong with the language, please forgive ORZ...

The most frequently asked questions in the comments have been collected, and the answers are as follows:

Q: The Horcrux was destroyed, how does Big Tang recover his memory?

A: The horoscope cannot delete the memory, it can only cover up the memory for the temporary historical track.But the horoscope only governs the history and does not interfere with the future, so when the past catches up with the present, the memory will be returned. [It means to wait for the time on both sides of the time jumper to coincide.

Q: Author update schedule

A: You are really embarrassing me...

Q: When will the author finish?

A: This article... is estimated to be 30 words, and the author has [-] words a week, almost ten weeks = two and a half months to finish the text [ORZ...

Q: Will Zhengwen have children?

A: No: P [Fanwai has to think again... One pervert is enough, two perverts are too difficult for the author's writing power...

Damn 123 is so romantic that I can't even post it...

In order to prevent the backup, I heard that the mobile phone party only reads a string of English ==...

The setting sun melts gold, gradually sinking to the horizon.Darkness and shadows clamor happily, driving away the last halo of the day, and the bloody redness of the sky is the last sacrifice of light.Once it gets dark, it is the most rampant moment when the demons are rampant.

The Riddle House is not far from the Gaunt House.But if the Riddle House is the richest and most beautiful house in Little Hangleton, then Gaunt's House is the shabby and dirtiest house.The walls are covered with moss, the window sills are covered with nettles, the railings are so old that they seem to break if touched, a dead snake is nailed to the door that is too dirty to see its color, and the snake's eyes are wide open.It was filthy and shabby, but thankfully at least they had a house to live in.

Tom Riddle walked into the house with a smile on his face.The young man was handsome, dressed in afterglow and approached. It was originally a dreamlike picture, but because of those blood red eyes, he became like a murderous demon who came out of hell.

"Come out." Tom Riddle stood at the door, speaking in a cold and hoarse Parseltongue.The ability to use this privilege has been generously granted to him by his Slytherin blood.

"Why are you here again, bastard?" The door was opened, and the ugly uncle in name opened the door, his nostrils flaming, and he picked up the rusted ax beside the door as if annoyed, and threw it viciously, "It's just How can a dirty half-breed speak Parseltongue!"

"Your mother, that idiot Squib, was supposed to be my wife, and then we'd have a perfect offspring, not you bastard!"

The bloodline generously gave him abilities, but did not give him a name.He is connected by blood, and the person who should be the closest person rejects him as a foreign object.Whether he is a wizard or a Muggle, he belongs, but he doesn't belong. He is isolated and abandoned one after another.

How ridiculous, the mother doesn't even want to live for her newborn child, the father would rather the child doesn't exist, the father and uncle say bastard, and the one who raised him is a time jumper who has left...

The setting sun was completely submerged in the horizon, and Little Hangleton was behind him. Tom couldn't help laughing just like that, putting his hands under his brows, laughing uncontrollably.

You see, he's like a mouse that got away with it.But he was Tom Riddle, a descendant of Slytherin.

The inherent pride and arrogance do not even allow him to be sad, and what hides any fragile emotions and directly enters the next track is ferocious, crazy revenge and calculation.

The Slytherin who has abandoned his humanity will not get lost, hesitate, or feel frustrated. The attendant of hell opened his mouth happily, waving his wand like the sickle of death, but he can't let him die.He was going to subject him to the boundless despair and terror of being kissed by a dementor.

His stupid and fragile uncle can be subdued without even much magical power.Tom stepped on Uncle Morfin's hand, and fixed his eyes on the stubby, dirty fingers. The gleaming ruby ​​ring stood out from his hand.

"Don't try to get his attention, bastard!"

"Probably, this is something from Slytherin..." The light has been completely annihilated, but the boy's eyes in the darkness are as bright as that gemstone. The bright and beautiful colors are fascinating, but they are suddenly terrifying in the darkness. , creepy, "Then it belongs to me. It belongs to me, bastard."

"No! That's my thing!" Morfin yelled loudly, staring at the young man with fury, the Parsel's voice was cold and cunning, and the breath he exhaled was like a curse, "Your shameless mother took Slater away." Lin's locket, you still want to take this, don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!"

Haha, go to Azkaban and defend your pure-blood Slytherins from the dementors, my... dear uncle.

There is only one heir of Slytherin.

Tom raised his hand and knocked Morfin unconscious, tore off the ring from that finger, and a piece of flesh from the edge of the ring was thrown away by him in disgust.He picked up his wand from the ground and began to chant the memory-altering spell.

"Dear uncle, read after me, I killed three members of the Riddle family."

"I killed three members of the Riddle family."

Tom played with the wand that belonged to Morfin, skillfully planning the next step.Isn't he already proficient at framing?

The Riddle House, which is only two or three miles away from Gaunt's old house, is brightly lit, and the room is as bright as day.But the light produced by the bulb was weak and unreal, unable to resist the darkness that fell on the whole land.

"I had a good day today. I picked three pieces of jewellery." Mrs. Riddle, who was delicately made up, shook her arms, showing off her beautiful and expensive rings and bracelets.

Old Tom snorted coldly, and roughly cut the well-grilled steak on the plate: "If it wasn't for that bastard, I would have a good day today."

And then, death came.

The three snobbish and mean people with different looks looked at the boy who suddenly appeared in the living room with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Get out of here!" Old Tom yelled, every time he saw that face similar to his, it reminded him of his experience of being deceived by that mean Gaunt woman.He is a squire, and that woman is only the daughter of a madman!

"What do you still come to me for? Money? I won't leave a penny of my property to you!"

Ha, even if he gave up all his property, he wouldn't let Tom show any mercy.

He didn't need a father, he didn't need an uncle, he didn't need any blood relatives, all he needed was Harry.

"Go to hell." Tom smiled, cursing the most tenderly but most profoundly. He raised his arm, and the tip of the crimson wand shone with green light. Such a strange phenomenon made the three members of the Riddle family begin to feel the ominousness of death. --"Avada Kedavra."

"no no!"

Morfin's wand did not belong to him, but he was able to wield it very skillfully.Even though he was so proficient, this was indeed the first time he used this spell that he had always mastered.He killed countless people, but never directly caused their death.The man who sank in the cave was killed by the Inferi, and Mei Ni was killed by Karkaroff, and he was, at best, a murderer.

Old Tom was dead, under his son's first Killing Curse.Such a mockery, he gave him life, but became the first skeleton under his wand.

Tom looked at Old Tom's expression frozen in extreme panic, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.The weird expression with the corners of his mouth reaching behind his ears made the remaining two people in the room almost collapse.

Tom approached step by step, watching with extreme pleasure the figures of the two screaming and trembling in the corner, giving them the most fearful shocks time and time again.

The pleasure of killing has filled Slytherin's mind, and the deepest and most violent grief can only be appeased with life.

From now on, there will be no second Tom Riddle in the world.

From now on, Tom Riddle has only one adoptive father.

—Nagini, tell me, what if he doesn't plan to come back?

Is he still planning to come back?

2001 years.

"Harry, have you decided?" Hermione looked into Harry's green eyes, "He has already made a Horcrux, and his hands are already stained with blood. Even if you go back, it won't help. You... ...do you want to go back?"

Harry wanted to refute, but sadly found that he couldn't find any evidence to refute it.After a long silence, Harry scratched his messy hair: "From beginning to end, I have taken care of him for more than ten years. Besides, he is almost 20 years old. We still have tasks, don't we?"

"After all, this is the last jump." Harry stroked the silver hourglass, his eyes twinkling.

What a grand-sounding statement, it can only be revealed in one sentence - he is reluctant.

He watched Tom grow from a half-meter-tall child to a teenager, watched him clumsily hold the wand to skillfully wave it, watched him sad, angry, happy, joyful... Before he had no room to jump, he might still be angry Waving his fist in an unjust posture and yelling "I hate Voldemort", Voldemort is even just a symbol, a symbol of evil.But once this symbol becomes flesh and blood, crying and laughing, and has been with you for more than ten years, can you still remove him indifferently?

Tom is just a 16-year-old boy.

Just like any parent treats their children, they will be angry, angry, and wish to leave, but once the anger passes, they still happily hug the spoiled child.

Harry turned the hourglass.

When he appeared in Godric's Hollow, night had completely fallen, and every house was brightly lit, about * o'clock.

Harry followed the familiar path and walked all the way to the house that belonged to him.

The lights were not turned on. From the lights at the courtyard door to the lights in the room, everything was annihilated. It was dead silent and dark, and it stood out against the background of flickering lights.Harry stood at the door and knocked tentatively.

But as soon as his fingers touched the upper door panel, with a little force, the door squeaked and was pushed open.The door didn't lock.

Harry stood by the door for a while before he got used to the almost complete darkness of the room.

"No one is at home?" The young man murmured. He stood at the door, and the light shot in from behind him, fully showing his figure, not even a single curl of his hair fell off, completely falling into the room Another person's eyes.

Tom sat behind the sofa, surrounded by darkness, staring blankly at the young man who bent over his slippers, his eye sockets were about to explode suddenly.

--He is back.

Every cell is releasing such information, urging him to move forward.

So he obeyed his instinct, stood up from the sofa, strode away, stepped out of the darkness, and hugged his real father with the hands that had just cast the killing curse.

"Tom?! You scared me." Harry looked at the child with his head resting on his shoulder, dumbfounded, and couldn't help but reach out and rub Tom's silky hair.

You see, his mother didn't want to live for him, his father would rather he didn't exist, and his uncle called him a bastard, but someone was willing to jump through time and space for him, no matter what the purpose was.

Tom wouldn't tell Harry how wronged and sad he was, and in a way he didn't think he'd have such cowardly emotions at all.He just hugged Harry, put his arms around the young man's waist, buried his head on the side of his neck, and breathed greedily.

Jimmy has a very good saying.

——I always meet the most beautiful surprise in the deepest despair.

When everyone does not accept him, there is always someone