[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Open your 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.

☆, September 1943, 8

1943. 8, 14

It rained a little early in the morning, not much but enough to relieve the August heat a bit.London hasn't been this hot in a long time.When Harry woke up, the road in front of the door was completely dry, and only the moist air proved that it was raining here.

Harry moved his hands and feet uncomfortably. He has always slept alone, at least he has always slept alone in a bed. He is not used to the child who is suddenly divided into half of the seats beside him.Especially since this child is already half a head taller than him.

Tom slept soundly, with half of his face buried in the pillow, his face was handsome, and the line of his jaw gradually became tougher, which simply and neatly covered up the softness that belonged to a teenager, and grew into a youth.The Slytherin between the teenager and the young man fell asleep, but he was like a black panther crawling and perching.

Scratching at his matted hair with a headache, Harry threw back the covers and got out of bed and went downstairs to prepare dinner.

Last night's Tom was very unusual.Although he didn't say it clearly, he could sense the unruly emotions in the child, violent and uneasy, but also extraordinarily fragile, which made people feel soft-hearted.What could make him sit on the sofa alone in a daze, without even turning on the light?What stimulus can make the child hold him and refuse to let go?

Tom hugged him hard, as if he was holding him with all his strength, so much that Harry felt a little pain in his waist.Harry brought the prepared eggs and bacon to the table, and belatedly lifted the cotton shirt, trying to twist his neck to check the source of the pain.

"It's blue." Someone stood behind him, lifted the hem of his clothes to expose the skin on his lower back, and tapped the raised spine with his fingers. The fingers were not cold, but they made Harry shiver.

Harry tilted his head.

Tom stood behind him, his eyes downcast, his lower lip tightly pressed, and he didn't speak, but Harry couldn't help but say, "It's okay, I'll be fine soon." It was him who was hurting, but he comforted others.

Slytherin withdrew his fingers, the pliable and smooth touch still remained at the fingertips.Tom didn't say what he was hiding. He lowered his gaze, and his eyes that should have been guilty were terribly bright -- they were so beautiful.Any dark imprints on the pale skin are particularly impactful, and the extreme color difference brings a thrilling aesthetic feeling, which is enough to captivate the soul.

"Have breakfast."

Tom looked away, sat down beside Harry, and enjoyed the taste he was used to.

"Did you sleep well yesterday? I hope my sleeping pattern is not bad." Harry spoke very naturally, without any sense of alienation.For Harry, they hadn't seen each other for just a day and a half, but for Tom, it was half a year.

The silver fork in Tom's mouth, which was about to be delivered, paused, and he smiled unconsciously: "No, it's very good." How can you not be happy with the satiety of the prey right next to your mouth?

Harry observed the expression on the child's face, and after confirming that the child was no longer as restless as last night, he lowered his head to deal with breakfast.

Harry's first breakfast when he came back was so quiet and comfortable that he could even use a further word-peaceful.

But harmony cannot cover up everything, and it cannot be used as an excuse to ignore certain realities, and contradictions will always be highlighted.

"Daily Prophet" is always able to pay attention to any developments in the wizarding world at the first time, let alone a nearby wizard murder case.But it seemed that something bigger happened today, so the report that should have occupied a large section of the newspaper's front page only occupied a small area - three Muggles were brutally killed, and the murderer claimed to be a descendant of Slytherin.

Harry was sitting by the window of the study, and when he looked up, he saw dead bushes and arrogant weeds, which even magic could not bring back.Magic cannot create life.He relaxed his tense back and leaned back in the chair. On the table was a brand new copy of the Daily Prophet.

Just reading the headline, without even opening the detailed report, he already knew what was going on.

Tom went to Gaunt's old house.

But Harry couldn't find a trace of anger.

What will happen to Tom?Naturally, it was the roar of the uncle and the indifferent ridicule of the father.

In a sense, Harry is much happier than Tom, at least he is not abandoned but left behind, at least those he loves are willing to return their love with sincerity.

In the fourth grade, he stood on the bones of old Tom, listening to the newly resurrected Voldemort with a chalky complexion pointing at the gloomy Riddle House, saying in a hoarse voice: "My father lives there...my mother...loves Fucked him, but when my mother revealed who she was - a wizard, he dumped her, he didn't like magic..."

Old Tom Riddle didn't like magic?Of course, he didn't even like Merope, and didn't like the existence of that "bastard" that he didn't expect.No matter how important the father is in the life of the child, the disgust from the father is deadly.

The horcruxes have been split, and the weakness and cowardice have been stripped away. The frightening demon king is still whispering the most primitive pronunciation of human beings between his lips and teeth - father, and mother, knowing the truth and lying to himself - he just doesn't like magic.

But he said, I swore to revenge on him.

How can anyone hate their parents?Because they have only biological parents.

The more I look forward to my parents, the more painful the pain will be when the expectations and illusions are shattered, and the hatred and anger that will turn into more profound, accumulate to a certain extent, and then explode completely.

That's why the always calm child hugged him and didn't let go, and that's why the always reserved Slytherin stubbornly wanted to sleep with him.

He just felt a little blocked in his heart.

Harry pursed his lips, folded the newspaper to cover the small piece of report, and threw it into the garbage bin beside the table.

For the first time, Harry didn't regret the annihilation of his life, didn't feel sad for innocent people, and didn't get angry at Tom as a murderer and died.Just like how Harry protected him when Mei Ni died, once again, Harry chose to remain silent and ignore.

why?

——He felt distressed.

On the one hand, there are strangers he is not familiar with or even hate, and on the other hand, the children he has watched grow up, which is more important?

His father didn't like his existence, and his mother didn't have the courage to live for him, so some people had to love him.

Harry didn't know if there would be any girls who would feel sorry for him in the days after he was 20 years old, but before 20 years old, at least he was still there.

When Harry came back, Tom's nearly confused mind regained clarity, and the problems that had been neglected for a long time were brought back to the table.

Tom sat at the desk in the bedroom, turned his head, and looked straight at Harry who was weeding in the yard.He seemed to have caught a goblin, swung his hand, and threw the goblin far away, hitting the opposite wall, clapping his hands in satisfaction.

Tom held his chin, looking at that behavior, couldn't help feeling amused - if he was at Hogwarts, he must be a Gryffindor, and only Gryffindors can enjoy such childish games.

Slytherin's eyes suddenly darkened—maybe, in the future, he will belong to Gryffindor.

Yes, Harry he... from the future.

So, a problem that has been deliberately ignored for a long time, but can not be avoided, resurfaced again - what is the purpose of him jumping a hundred years of time and space, leaving his own era?

Is it just to take care of an orphan?

Which charity is this?Tom sneered, he didn't believe this possibility at all.

Letting people in the future go back to the past is nothing more than to change the trajectory of history, and to change history, either kill a scourge or save a hero.

So, Tom Riddle, a possible hero?Obviously, this is a joke.

"Hey, Tom, come down and help!" Harry seemed to have spotted the voyeur lying by the window, and beckoned him down.

"I see." Tom stood in front of the window, condescendingly looking at Harry with his head up, smiling and waving, with dark eyes.

Where did he come from and what is his purpose?

do not know.

Anyway, he can't go.

Who told you to smile at the devil?

The author has something to say: Forgive the author for his brevity =O=/, the next update will be on Saturday...

Originally thinking about today's April Fool's Day, I wanted to have a counter-offensive extravaganza or an end to all destruction, but after thinking about it, I still feel that I shouldn't be so newspaper... [Hurry up and give the kind author a thumbs up!

Another: This chapter is written with all kinds of sadness and sadness. The understanding of the paragraph "he doesn't like magic" in the article slightly quotes "Slytherin children don't cry"

☆, November 1943

August passed quickly, and September began as the Hogwarts Express rolled into Hogwarts grounds.The students happily yelled and hugged, shared photos and souvenirs from their summer trips, or hugged and mourned their unfinished homework.

Of course, Slytherin wouldn't act like that.They have always claimed to be elegant and noble, pretending to be elegant, despising the noisy Gryffindor with contemptuous eyes, and wrapping their appearance with the only remaining brilliance.Even if they also didn't finish their homework and their summer vacation was a mess, they still have to put on a perfect posture.

Hypocrisy, vanity, falsehood.

Tom looked at all this coldly, with a smile on his face.

This group of people is nothing more than Slytherin's inferior products, at best, they can only play the role of a step.

In that cave, in that piece of territory that belonged to him, the Infernal Corpse was fully mature, and the gray-white full of power could make Tom obsessed.All that remains is construction and finishing.But with his own strength, it is impossible to bear the huge amount of money, so the cunning and wise Slytherin set his sights on those who in his opinion can only serve as steps.

—serving the great descendant of Slytherin, you should be glad to be grateful, shouldn't you?

Tom slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and the overflowing cruelty made the camouflaged kindness blank for a second.

Black, Prince, Lestrange, and Malfoy who just graduated... Tom glanced across the long table in Slytherin, and everyone was just pawns in his eyes.

Aren't Abraxas Malfoy and Cygnus Black his friends, you might ask?

And your answer will be a chuckle.

Dumbledore, who was sitting on the teacher's seat, clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to be quiet. The headmaster, Armando Dippet, cleared his throat and spoke: "I am very glad that we are together again. This year, our teaching team has some Change..." He paused, then shook his head helplessly, "Oh, he hasn't come yet. Let's eat first."

All kinds of fragrant food immediately appeared on the long table in Hogwarts, causing the freshmen who had just sat down to cheer.As for the new teacher mentioned by the principal?who cares!

Tom raised his eyes and glanced at the trembling old man sitting beside Dumbledore, and gave a 'tsk'—that old fellow, Melos, hasn't retired yet?

Defense Against the Dark Arts is a joke in the eyes of all Slytherins.Mellors was always keen to tell them how to subdue the ugly and stupid trolls, expel goblins and ghouls in the corner, block the harassment of elves and so on.Isn't it just a joke?The real black magic is Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra!

Defense Against the Dark Arts is bound to involve black magic.Isn't it funny to talk about defense without black magic completely?

"If the points were not deducted, I would have gone back to the dormitory to sleep." Signus walked beside Tom, yawning and complaining.

Tom was noncommittal, and sat down in his seat with a smile.

Even though there is much disdain in his heart, on the surface, he is still an excellent student.

But Tom never imagined this day.

"Oh, that's not..." Signus straightened his back in shock, and the original drowsiness was instantly dispelled when he looked at the young man at the door. He exclaimed, but the words he blurted out caught sight of Tom's expression Then swallowed.

Melos stood on the podium, his voice trembling a little - he was really old enough.

"I would like to introduce to you, I think you also know my teaching assistant, the judge of last year's Triwizard Tournament, Mr. Potter." Melles smiled, her old face was full of wrinkles, "Maybe in a few years, He is your professor."

"Hi everyone, I'm Harry Potter."

Tom never thought that there would be a day when he was sitting under the podium, and the young man who was about to become his professor was standing at the door.

Not a surprise, not an accident, not happy, but annoyed by the concealment and deception.He never said a word in front of him, even when he was sent to take the Hogwarts Express, he had a gentle smile on his face.

More importantly, Harry must not stay at Hogwarts!

In the next time, he will open the Chamber of Secrets, he will release the anger of Slytherin, he will dig into the deepest darkness of Hogwarts, and he will control the supreme power inherited by Slytherin!He must not let Harry have the slightest chance of discovering this completely dark gesture!

Slytherin didn't see how dark what he was doing, but he knew how sinful it would look to Harry.

Harry can't stay at Hogwarts!

But will Harry leave?Won't.

Will Tom Riddle stop chasing power?Neither will.

This is a sad and ridiculous cycle.The ambition of Slytherin, who is passionate about power and power, is absolutely not allowed to stop here, and no one can stop him, not even Harry!Slytherin's calmness, cold-bloodedness and rationality made him very clear that power and rights are his ultimate pursuit, and Harry is just a successful embellishment!

But Slytherin, who is sure of winning, has neglected that reason and emotion have always been separated, and reason can bear it, but emotion may not.

But what if Harry found out?

He will go crazy.Just like Bluebeard was found out by his wife and raised an ax to his beloved wife, he would also go crazy.

Slytherin, who had already controlled his emotions very well, was sitting in his seat, showing an extremely gentle smile to the black-haired young man who looked over, it was so bright that Harry saw the sun in a daze, but ignored the flash of light And past red.

Harry never imagined this day would come.

Standing on the stage, he looked at forty or fifty pairs of eyes in the audience at a loss, and had to stumble to introduce the armor protection spell to them.

He is a teaching assistant, so when the professor is handicapped, he will take the place of Professor Melles and teach the children.

"The Armor Charm is a powerful protective spell," Harry straightened out his words, straightened his somewhat stiff tongue, and finally found his own voice, "It can resist most of the jinxes, such as torn apart, speed Offensive spells such as confinement, tongue lock, etc., including most physical attacks."

Gryffindor below yawned shamelessly.The records in these theoretical knowledge books are much more detailed than what Mr. Potter who came out halfway said!

"Hmm, I think I need to get someone to demonstrate."

This sentence immediately intrigued the impatient Gryffindor.

"Tom, can you help me?" Harry cast his eyes on the handsome Slytherin sitting on the back table, his emerald green eyes made it impossible to refuse.

"Of course, my honor." The tall and handsome boy stood up from his seat, with a smile on his lips that made people feel happy just looking at it.

Harry winked at Tom with eyes so bright that Tom wanted to touch them.

"Tom, you cast an offensive spell on me, and I will use armor to defend myself." Harry said, pulling out his brand new phoenix wand, and put on a defensive vigilance in the not spacious classroom The sudden condensed gaze made Tom squint his eyes.

——He likes Harry's tense posture, but he doesn't like Harry's wary eyes, that kind of indifferent eyes that he has seen many times before, a long time ago.

So he raised his hand, his eyes flashed - "Insomnia."

Armor does protect against most offensive spells, but Legilim does not.Occlumency was the only spell that could block Remembrance, but Harry didn't have the habit of running Occlumency all the time like Snape did, he was used to trusting friends and family.

Thus, intrusion is simply a breeze.

In an instant, an image appeared in Tom's brain - a woman, a baby, a hissing voice similar to Parseltongue, and then, a screen full of green light.

After the baptism of war, Harry is no longer the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who could only disarm the curse. He can endure the bone-cutting heart with firm will, avoid Avada Kedavra with agility, and be able to inflict damage on the brain. The first time it was invaded, it ran Occlumency to the extreme.

Tom stared at Harry, and the originally smooth intrusion was immediately blocked, and he was turned away before he was even allowed to hear more information.Harry's Occlumency Technique was almost perfect, even those inconceivable eyes that were always bright began to turn gray, stripped of emotion and vitality, dull and terrifying, giving people an illusion of death.Tom met those eyes, almost suffocated by the flood of delusions, so he stopped the magic.

"Harry, are you okay?" Tom turned his eyes thousands of times, and Tom could always find the most appropriate expression - anxious, worried and bewildered.

"Huh—" Harry took a breath, and then gradually regained his senses.The feeling of memory being flipped made Harry shudder, but Tom didn't show any abnormality, which made Harry feel a little better.He couldn't imagine how furious that child would be if Tom knew he was from the future and why he came here-he knew he hated betrayal and concealment.

"It's okay." Harry took a deep breath to calm his rapid heartbeat, looked at the curious students under the podium, and smiled, "Armor and body protection can indeed resist most of the curses, but instigmatism does not include Including, likewise, super-powerful black magic such as the Three Unforgivable Curses and the Black Flame Curse are not included."

The students in the audience sighed for a while, no professor dared to mention the name of the black magic spell in front of them so brazenly.

"Assistant Potter, are you good at black arts?" A Gryffindor raised his hand and asked, looking up and down at the assistant in his twenties curiously and defensively.A question made the entire classroom and the students of the two colleges prick up their ears.

Harry smiled bitterly: "I think I'm not good at it."

"Then have you ever used the Three Unforgivable Curses?" A Slytherin girl asked sharply, causing Tom to squint his eyes and write down her name.

Harry was silent for a while, then nodded calmly: "Yes, I used Cruciatus on the murderer who killed my godfather."

The tone was obviously flat, but it made Tom suffocate, his heart stopped beating inexplicably, and a strange feeling spread all over his body instantly, as if his internal organs had been hollowed out and the inside was empty.

Who is that murderer?

A question that made Tom feel cold inside and out.

"Okay, let's put this question aside, Tom, let's continue to demonstrate the armor protection."

Harry only used Cruciatus once, on Bellatrix.Harry had suffered Cruciatus and knew how painful it was, but getting the red light from the tip of his wand could only make Bellatrix fall over.He hates Bellatrix, but he has his own principles, just like he faced Voldemort, but he still couldn't use Avada Kedavra.

Tom has already vaguely noticed, at least... the shocking assumption in his mind has taken shape.

When he hacked into Harry's brain, the only weird image he caught, combined with the Unforgivable Curse, seemed to explain...the green one, the Killing Curse.

His intuition told him that the murderer who killed his godfather and the person who released the death curse had an inseparable relationship with Tom Riddle.

The Murderer, and Tom Marvolo Riddle, or "I Am Voldemort".

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☆, November 1943

Tom was growing restless.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now that I think about it carefully, the clues and truth presented in front of me are shocking.

The murderer's conjecture made him suddenly startled, and he thought about it deeply.

Why did Harry time jump?To save a hero or destroy a scourge, Tom Riddle cannot be a hero.

Tom put his hands over his brows, covering his wobbly emotions and reddened eyes—Harry came back to destroy him?

Harry's sudden defensive expression for no reason, his behavior of trying to kill him during the London bombing, and his appearance at Hogwarts almost under surveillance...all these seem to have an explanation. Harry jumped through a hundred years of time and space, In order to kill him.

Tom propped his forehead, and laughed, as if he was about to burst into tears.

What's even more ridiculous is that on the night he killed his uncle and father, he was really grateful to Harry, and he was lucky that someone was willing to travel through a hundred years of time and space for him after being abandoned by his mother, father and uncle.But who is he thanking?Thanks to a man who tried to kill him!

Or maybe he didn't do it for some reason, and stayed by his side for other purposes.But even so, can it cover up his impure purpose and desperate mission?

No.

Slytherins are determined and paranoid, narrow-minded and refuse to look back.They are always used to magnifying the darkness and then magnifying it, eliminating the beauty and then eliminating it, and then letting the darkness cover themselves, distorting their mind and reason, and turning them into complete lunatics.

Yes, Harry did want to kill him, he tried to make baby Tom fall straight off his arms; Harry did want to kill him, he kept Tom under the crumbling house, hoping for a shell bury him.But more about picking him up from the orphanage, teaching him how to hold a wand, teaching him how to read and write, teaching him how to enter the wizarding world; more about covering him up and dragging him out of the mud to drive out his despair.

Probably a defect in the gene, a dormant distortion in the bones, made Tom selectively forget the latter and focus all his attention on the former.The darkness cannot be washed, it is deposited gradually.

Harry, what the hell are you trying to do?

Why not kill me?

Harry didn't know that his identity had been revealed, he just tried to save the regret that was about to be caused.

"Harry, how do you know that I put Aragor under the bed?" The third-year half-giant who was taller than Harry widened his eyes in surprise, and his thick voice made several passing students turn their heads curiously.The half-giant's odd accent made him stutter on the 'y', but 'Harry' sounded good too.

Harry hurriedly asked Hagrid to lower his voice, and with such a roar, he didn't even need to be called 'opening the chamber of secrets', and he was punished directly.

"You can put it in the Forbidden Forest, it will scare your roommates at school," Harry advised.

"But," said Hagrid, holding out his broad palm the size of a plate.The half-giant in the third grade put his palms together, "Aragor is only this small, he will be bullied in the Forbidden Forest!"

Harry looked at the two palms the size of a manhole cover, feeling weak for a while: "It might bite your roommate, what if it escapes?"

"It doesn't bite!"

Harry rubbed his temples, won't he bite?And what about the string of slobbering spiders that followed his ass in second grade?

"Let me raise it for you." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Harry regretted it.That kind of fluffy guy with eight feet, just looking at it gives goosebumps.

So in order to keep a spider as big as a box well, Harry specially designated a piece of land next to the Forbidden Forest that was big enough for it to move around, and cast a series of protective spells such as expulsion spell and invisibility spell, and even ran to the library. Several trips were made to determine what the spider was eating.In fact, he'd rather it just starve to death (Harry: Well, just kidding).

Harry didn't know if it would work, but at least he made accidents less likely.

"Harry! I found this. Look, it says that Aragor will..." Because of this incident, Hagrid's affection for Harry has risen to an indescribable level. He likes this teaching assistant.And what the third-grade children like to do is just follow him every day, share with him the good-looking and interesting books they have got, and be happy for a long time to get a word of praise and praise from him.

"Harry, I saw a Norwegian dragon in the picture book yesterday..."

"Harry, I tried making some lactose, would you like it?"

"Harry..."

Harry, Harry, Harry!The nicknames with accents, the intimacy and enthusiasm hidden in them, the Slytherin who stood watching from a distance gritted his teeth fiercely, staring at the identical happy smiles on the two faces with almost hatred, the balance that he worked hard to maintain in his heart was completely overwhelmed. Overturned, the absolutely domineering nature overwhelms everything, the incomparably strong desire for monopoly fills the mind, and the red that symbolizes blood has completely soaked the eyes.

Why, a stupid, strange half-giant can always get Harry's admiration and smile so easily, and always gain Harry's unreasonable full trust at no cost!And he, was just a target for Harry to come back to kill?

Who lived with Harry for more than ten years?Who faced death with Harry?Who is waiting in the empty house for his return?

It's Tom Riddle not Rubeus Hagrid!

But who made him lonely for more than ten years?Who made him face death?Who left him with nothing?

It's Tom Riddle not Rubeus Hagrid.

"Tom, what's the matter with you?" Signus cautiously asked the expressionless Slytherin prefect beside him.

Tom was always smiling, at least that's how he remembered it.A person who has been smiling all of a sudden and suddenly has a gloomy face is much scarier than a person who has always been gloomy.

Signus dared not provoke Tom.Although he has the support of the Black family behind him, and even though Tom is at the same level as him, his subconscious mind tells him that he cannot challenge this prefect. The stronger the power, the stronger the warning.

"Is it because..." Signus paused, "Assistant Porter?"

Tom lowered his eyes, did not speak, and did acquiesce.

Signus smiled: "Tom loves Harry very much." If he cared so much, how could the child not love his father?

"No, I don't love him." Tom suddenly stood up from his seat, staring at Signus with a pair of eyes that seemed sharp enough to pierce Signus' cornea.

Signus' expression froze: "He is your father, you..."

"Father has nothing to do with love." Tom curled the corner of his mouth invisibly, and the irony in it was self-evident.

His biological father was stingy with love, and his adoptive father would probably love him with a dagger and a wand.

like?He loves Harry?Ridiculous, that's all.

He will not have such cheap emotions as love.He just can't bear to see his things being pointed at by others!

Slytherin categorically denies the existence of love and paranoidly uses * as an excuse.

It's just a sign of cowardice.

Don't dare to love, don't know how to love.

So Tom began to search for the existence of the Chamber of Secrets even more recklessly, making full use of his prefect rights, and under the cover of night, he searched every corner of Slytherin.

Tom puts his hands in his pockets and looks scrupulously on his watch.

He searched almost the entire castle, every room, every basement, even every storeroom.But there is no trace.

He can't miss it!Isn't the Chamber of Secrets in the castle?

"Peachy Shirley?" Tom sharply saw a piece of clothing hidden behind a corner, and Slytherin, who had a superb memory, recalled the name of Ravenclaw almost immediately, "What are you doing here? It's curfew .”

The girl with ugly horns was timid, and her eyes could not be seen clearly because of the thick glasses: "I, I'm going to the bathroom..." The girl who couldn't dress up pointed to the bathroom behind her. There was no one in the room, only the sound of dripping water.

Girls' bathroom?

The handsome Slytherin of the sixth year squinted his eyes, and a hypothesis gradually took shape.

He did search the whole castle, searched the castle except the bathroom.

bathroom……

Tom chewed the word carefully, and then broke into a smile so mild and blinding that it was terribly false, but alas Myrtle's glasses were too thick to peep through.Tom patted the girl on the shoulder, concealing the impatience in his words: "Go back quickly, or you will be in trouble if you are caught by the professors..."

Go away quickly, he is going to start looking for the secret room.

"Thank you, senior." The girl blushed suddenly, lowered her head and walked away quickly.

Tom watched the girl's figure disappear into the corner of the corridor, and after reconfirming that there was no one beside him, he paused on his toes, turned around and flashed into the unoccupied bathroom.

The bathroom is very large, with two rows of bathrooms passing by, and a washstand surrounded by a circle in front of you.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tom opened his mouth and lightly touched his tongue with his tongue, making a creepy 'hiss' sound.

"Open."

Unlike Harry trying to imagine facing a real snake, Tom can easily use Parseltongue even facing the void. The talent hidden in his blood is incomparable to the power Harry stole.

Almost immediately, the washstand began to move slowly and spread out, revealing the dark passageway behind under Tom's bright eyes.

Tom grinned, and the laughter rolled out of his throat was particularly terrifying in the empty bathroom.The laughter became more and more hasty and complacent, although the sound was pleasant, but the meaning in it made people couldn't help but want to run away.

Harry, I have opened the Chamber of Secrets, why don't you kill me?

Or...it's too late.

Tom did not enter the dark hole in the end.

He didn't know if there was any danger in it, the thoughtful Slytherin would never make fun of his own life, so he simply closed the exit, turned and exited the bathroom.He needs time to study the secret room carefully.

Now, the time is wrong.

"Tom, why are you here?" As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom and walked around the corridor, he was caught by Harry who was on the way.The black-haired young man was still panting heavily, as if he had run all the way here.

Tom looked at Harry, admiring the man's sudden paleness when he saw the bathroom behind him again, and felt a cruel pleasure in his heart.

Slytherin smiled innocently, concealing the ferocity and cruelty that could no longer be hidden under the surface: "I'm on the night watch, and I'm a prefect."

The child smiled and said that it seemed that he was asking his parents for the reward he deserved.

Once again, history is moving forward, unstoppable, undelayed, unalterable, or even remedial.

The chamber of secrets is open—the horoscope murmurs.

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