[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Mr. Te was too generous to let them share the same bed, otherwise he would have strangled him.

The snake is wrapped around his wrist, and he can wake up this magical snake that doesn't need to hibernate at any time. The violent poison in the snake's teeth can make the rabbit that Billy took along with him die in his sleep without a sound, and the next day , it will be published in the newspaper—the boy woke up from a hibernating poisonous snake, was bitten and died on the spot.And the people who read the newspaper will only lament that the boy deserved it...

In the darkness, the child's expression was ferocious.

The door bolt was pulled suddenly, which was heard very clearly in the middle of the night.Tom withdrew all his thoughts in an instant, and lightly put one hand on the wrist of the other. As long as necessary, he could wake up the snake at any time and launch an attack.He turned sideways, with his back to the door, listening to all the movements.

In the room, there was the crackling sound of charcoal fire from time to time, followed by deliberately light footsteps.Tom opened his eyes and looked through the reflective glass of the window at the soft-footed intruder, Mr. Potter.He stopped and stood by Billy's bed.

Then the rustle of cloth rubbing against each other.The glass reflected the movement of that person in every detail.He bent down slightly, pulled up the corner of the quilt that had been dragged to the ground, and gently tucked the quilt to Billy's neck, covering him tightly, lest he would be exposed to the cold.

With his back to them, Tom looked at the glass and rolled up the quilt by himself.The transparent glass can't reflect too many details, but he can clearly see the smile on the face of the so-called Mr. Potter.He obviously didn't care for that hypocritical and disgusting smile at all, but his teeth were tightened uncontrollably, and his throat was stuck uncomfortably.

He stared intently, wishing he could stare through the glass.

The figure appearing in the glass suddenly took his eyes away from Billy.Tom watched him walking slowly towards him, quickly closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and the fingers on his wrist became more and more tense.

He never kicks the quilt.In an orphanage, the habit of kicking the quilt would only give you a bad cold.How could that person help him tuck the quilt if he gripped the quilt tightly like this and rolled the quilt around his body a few times to cover it tightly?Even if he was lying naked on the snow, according to that person's attitude towards him, how could he help him tuck the quilt?

The child with his eyes closed sneered coldly in his heart, and stimulated himself with extremely cruel words in a self-abuse manner. The fingers that were originally on the wrist were almost dug into the flesh, leaving two purple nail marks.But he still closed his eyes, motionless, pretending to be asleep.Even though I poked myself with the sharpest words over and over again in my heart, I still couldn't help but say to myself, just wait a while.No matter how precocious he is, he is still just a child. Even though he doesn't know love, he still has such a glimmer of expectation.

Just wait for a while, just for a while, wait for another three seconds... The child who has always disdained such tricks couldn't help but take a step back.

There was no movement.

See how much he doesn't like you!The sharp voice seemed to penetrate his brain.There was nothing around except the sound of charcoal fire exploding.The calm of the night seemed to be mocking, and his act of pretending to sleep at this moment was the sharpest mockery.

He left long ago, only you are still waiting foolishly.

He held his breath, covered the sadness he deliberately ignored with coldness, and opened his eyes.

"Did I wake you up?"

☆, September 1932, 11

"Did I wake you up?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw a silent black-haired young man sitting cross-legged on the floor.He sat on the edge of his bed, just watching him quietly.As soon as the child opened his eyes, their gazes met, and they looked into his clear green eyes.The child's proud thinking froze for a few seconds, and he even forgot to exert force on the fingers on his wrist.

"I'll leave right away, you sleep." The man rubbed his nose in embarrassment, lowered his voice to comfort him, and made a gesture to get up and leave.

Tom stared at him blankly, unable to speak for a moment.

Harry saw that his eyes were open, their deep black eyes reflecting the faint firelight.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Harry pursed his lips and reached out to gently press the child's forehead.

"Go to sleep."

Tom wrapped himself in the quilt.The forehead was numb, and the feeling of being touched still remained on it.

Just one movement almost made his defenses and resentment collapse.

The child has never been soft on people, even if the other party is dying of hunger, he can snatch the last bit of bread crumbs from his hand with a sneer.But when the child was almost desperate, the man sat on the floor next to his bed, resting his chin and watching him quietly.That kind of eyes without any contempt or disgust is so calm that it is just a pure gaze, which suddenly makes the child feel that he is just looking at himself, and will look at him forever.

Tom suddenly felt bad.Chest tightness, mouth and nose began to choke.This strange feeling made him a little flustered.

The child closed his eyes, and the images that appeared in his mind were all of that person.

He rubbed the quilt and buried himself deeper.

And, he's not annoying.

The next day was a sunny day.The warm sun dispelled the haze of winter, bringing life to London, which had been dead for a long time.

Tom opened his eyes the first moment the sun shone into the room.He is very sensitive to sunlight.

Billy hadn't woken up yet, but the rabbit lying next to his pillow was awake. The red bean's small eyes were looking at Tom, and its fluffy mouth was quivering.

Tom looked at the silly rabbit coldly.

"Can I eat it, Tom?" The snake crawled up Tom's arm, eyeing the rabbit salivatingly.

Tom stared at the neatly folded clothes on the head of the bed, and then turned to look at Billy's bed, and sure enough there was another set.Tom showed a smile, but the arc of the corner of his mouth was a little twisted: "Of course, when it and his idiot master are sent back to the orphanage."

The snake seemed surprised, and it lay down next to Tom's ear: "Are you going to stay here? Are you going to drive him back?"

Tom buttoned the last button of his clothes, and the neat black sweater looked beautiful on him, and his well-combed hair was smooth and soft, the color of which was like the finest black jade.The four-year-old child sat on the edge of the bed, turned his head to stare at Billy, who was covered in a quilt and huddled up in a ball, and smiled sinisterly: "What belongs to me, why did I leave? What belongs to me, how can he use it!"

Tom walked to Billy's bed in a good mood, stretched out his hand to grab his neck, and gradually tightened it.

No matter how much you sleep, you will be woken up like this.

"Tom...cough cough, what are you doing!"

Tom looked at Billy, who was coughing violently, and smiled broadly.

Nothing seemed to have changed since that night.Harry remained stiff with Tom, and naturally gentle with Belgium.

Billy was happy to see the success, and wished he could stick to Harry all the time, but his seemingly careless words actually fanned the flames.Tom became more and more silent, and his eyes became darker and darker.Harry watched, wanting to change, but didn't know where to start.

"Harry! Look at the rabbit I drew!" Billy excitedly handed the paper to Harry.

Harry put down the Dumbledore's Army training plan in his hand, and took the painting with a habitual smile on his face.

It is indeed a rabbit, but the ears can be roughly seen from the two protruding lines, and the rest...Harry's long-suppressed mood was relieved by this four-faced rabbit, and he rubbed the child's head , boasting: "Billy is awesome!"

The boy's eyes twinkled, and he said innocently to Harry, "Tom is a good one too!"

"Oh?" Harry became a little interested, it was hard to imagine what the stick figures drawn by the Dark Lord in his childhood looked like.

Tom, who was sitting on the other side listening to their conversation silently, looked up and met Harry's encouraging eyes. Before he could react, Billy snatched the drawing paper from his hand and handed it to Harry like a treasure.

Tom pursed his lips, clenched the crayon in his hand, and his eyes fell on Harry involuntarily.

Harry took the drawing paper, and at a glance, he saw the background blackened with crayons, which seemed to be the sky with rolling clouds.In the middle of the drawing paper, draw the lines with white.Unlike Billy's ambiguity, he didn't even need to be prompted to see what the painting was about - a skeleton with thick bones.

The image seemed familiar to Harry.Yes, countless times, the dark night is suddenly occupied by a huge skeleton, a wandering snake will be ejected from the skeleton's mouth, and then people will panic and shout: "You-Know-Who!!"

Tom watched the man's face turn pale for an instant, the muscles of the man's arms tense for an instant, and the smile on his face dissipated for an instant, and his heart sank in an instant.Standing behind Harry, Billy gave Tom a defiant smile, as if he had foreseen this ending.

"I'm not feeling well, go to sleep." Harry stood up, "Play by yourself."

He walked hurriedly, even a little staggering.

"Look, he doesn't like you." Billy raised his head as if he had won a battle, and walked proudly past Tom. When the two passed by, he lowered his voice, as if in ear "You said... if Harry found out that you were a monster, what would... be like?"

Tom looked up suddenly, only to see that Billy, who was always timid, was standing far away, smiling at him friendly.

"I said you don't need to bring so many things here, you will go back sooner or later." With a bang, the door was closed, leaving Tom alone in the huge study.

Tom sat in his seat, motionless.

"Tom..." The snake crawled out of his sleeve, and its cold body rubbed against the child's equally cold cheek as if comforting.

The child stretched out his hand and let the snake linger in his palm.

"He doesn't like me at all..." Tom leaned closer to the snake, his voice hoarse.

The snake doesn't speak, it can only wag its tail.A snake's brain is too small for it to understand human thinking.It couldn't understand, why Tom obviously liked that Potter, but smiled at him like Billy?It was even more incomprehensible, why that Potter obviously cared about him, and would sit beside Tom's bed for seven or eight minutes after Tom fell asleep, but refused to hug him like Billy?

If it hadn't been for that Billy, little Tom wouldn't have been so sad.Even if he doesn't show it, the snake can feel it.And, if it wasn't for Billy, he could just open his mouth and eat that nasty rabbit.

Harry couldn't describe how he felt.

Whenever he thinks of that child, he thinks of the day he was born, small, soft, sleeping in his arms.He told himself very seriously that he must take good care of him when he grows up.But when he grew bigger and bigger, his eyes were gradually stained with the emotions that belonged to Voldemort, and the expressions on his face flashed one by one on Voldemort's chalky face, and even his thoughts began to gradually approach Voldemort, so he couldn't face it calmly. he.

The image of that picture still remains in my mind.

I have to say that Tom is very good, even if he is only close to five years old, he has never learned to draw, and he can draw such a detailed picture with just two crayons.Harry smiled wryly.

When the shock and panic caused by that picture faded away, Harry remembered Tom's almost pale face when he rushed out of the study.It was only then that he realized in hindsight how much difference he had unintentionally shown between the two children.Probably because Billy is less reassuring and has to let him know everything, but Tom is different, he prefers to solve it by himself rather than let Harry give advice.Crying children have candy, this sentence may really be true.

Harry sat up in bed nervously.In my impression, it seems that every time we get along, Billy chatters endlessly, while Tom is extremely silent, and he never complains.Harry suddenly felt a heavy sense of guilt on his shoulders, and the guilt seemed to burst through his throat.The child's aloof eyes seemed to be in front of him again, Harry pursed his lips, his heart felt like it was being pulled, and he was in severe pain.

Is he changing Tom, or accelerating Tom's evolution into Voldemort?The thought made Harry break out in a cold sweat.

Harry pushed open the bedroom door, and within two steps, he saw the child walking towards him.Step by step seems to be well-calculated, the lengths seem to be equal, and the whole person is like a machine that executes the program.

"Mr. Potter." The child nodded politely at him, then walked around him and walked to his room.

Only then did Harry realize that the kid had been calling him Mr.

"Tom!" Harry called him hastily, and it could be seen that the child turned around, but he didn't know what to say.He licked his lips hastily, and hurried downstairs as if he suddenly thought of something, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

The child stood upstairs, watching through the railing that he ran out before he had time to fasten his scarf, his eyes darkened.

"Tom, I'm so sleepy, I want to go back to sleep..." The snake got out of his collar, urging him to go back to the room dissatisfied.

The child hesitated for a while, then lifted the snake out of his collar and gently placed it on the ground: "Go back first."

Harry didn't expect what he wanted to be so hard to find, and he walked almost the entire street before he found what he wanted in a grocery store at the end of the street.

When he opened the door, it was almost time for dinner.

"Tom?"

The room was a bit dark, and the lights were not turned on, which made Harry's vision suddenly difficult to adapt, so he could only call out.

No one should.

Harry stood still for a while before he got used to the brightness of his sight. When his vision gradually became clear, he saw the figure sitting on the sofa almost immediately.

He actually sat on the sofa and fell asleep.Looking at the child's expressionless sleeping face, Harry suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at how stupid he was.He is confused, Tom is not Voldemort, even if he will be, at least he is not now, at least he will wait until someone falls asleep.

Harry smiled, put the package in his hand next to the child, unconsciously softened his gaze, shook his head with a smile, and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Tom, what are you holding in your hand?" The snake jumped into the bed, staring curiously at the box that the child was holding in his hand all the time.

The four-year-old smiled, a childlike innocence that Snake had never seen on Tom's face before.The child was wearing some loose white Dalmatians pajamas. He opened the box and pulled out the board inside. Twelve crayons of various colors were quietly and neatly arranged on the board, which looked really good under the firelight.

"what is this?"

"Crayon, the one who drew the skull for me."

☆, November 1932

Billy felt that something had changed quietly and unseen.

Like Tom no longer standing far away from them, like Harry no longer avoiding talking to Tom, like Harry bought Tom a box of crayons, or like Tom kept that box of crayons well hidden.

Unconvinced, he pestered Harry to buy a copy as well. Although Harry bought both, the meanings were quite different.

He likes Harry.I'm afraid any orphan liked Harry, not even that Tom Riddle.Yes, Harry is the best adopter.He's young, gentle, careful, patient...he doesn't seem to get angry and tolerates all the nonsense.

So he would never allow other people to take his gaze away. I'm afraid that Tom Riddle thought so too.

Holding the rabbit, Billy stands on the stairs overlooking the home, running his fingers through the rabbit's soft fur.

But he needn't worry.Because... Tom Riddle was a monster, a complete and unacceptable monster.As long as he wants, he can expose him at any time and let him pack up and go back to the orphanage. There will only be one child in this family.

As long as he finds a way to make him show off his weird ability.

"Harry, I want to hear a story." Billy lay on the bed, hugging his precious rabbit with one hand, and holding Harry's skirt with the other, stubbornly refusing to let go.

Harry was helpless, he turned his head and asked Tom who was lying on the other bed: "Does Tom want to hear?"

Tom caught Billy's distorted and resentful expression from the corner of his eye, even though he didn't care about those weird stories, he still nodded silently.

"Then... Oscar Wilde's The Giant's Garden?"

"Harry, are there really giants?" Billy interjected.

Tom's dark eyes looked straight at Billy, taking a full view of his upturned head in curiosity, mocking—how could such a thing exist?

"Yes," Harry's words interrupted Tom's disdain, "they live in another world."

Harry was recalled by Billy's words, said giant, and the first thing that flashed into his mind was the bearded half-giant Hagrid.

Tom stared fixedly at the increasingly gentle smile on Harry's face, his swarthy eyes motionless reflecting the man's reflection.

"Harry, I don't want to hear "Giant's Garden". You talk about giants!" Billy insisted, and turned to Tom, "Tom, you want to hear it too, don't you?"

Because of Billy's words, Tom suddenly looked away, his dark eyes flickering.

"Yeah." He replied absent-mindedly.

Harry smiled: "Well, there is a child whose mother is a giant and whose father is a human, so this child is shorter and thinner than a giant, but taller and stronger than a human. His palm is as big as a fan."

"Oh!" Billy exclaimed, eyes widening. "Cool!"

Billy's approach reminded him of Ron's expression after seeing his scar on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub the child's hair.

"But it's not cool at all." Harry smiled bitterly, and continued, "The giants don't recognize him as their own kind, and humans don't recognize him. Being excluded from the two species is not cool at all."

"and after?"

"Later, the child entered a school, and the old principal took care of him very kindly. Even if he made a mistake and was forced to drop out of school, the old principal stopped him and asked him to stay on campus to protect the school." Protect the school, even the school is almost occupied by Death Eaters, and it is duty-bound to protect the school.

Tom looked at Harry's nostalgic and sad expression, and inexplicably felt a little bit of dissatisfaction with this giant.

"Since he is stronger than humans, why doesn't he try to rule humans? If he rules humans, humans will accept him." This is the first time in so many days that Tom has voluntarily raised questions and expressed himself idea.

Harry was a little surprised, but also a little bit dumbfounded.Should it be said that he was the Dark Lord when he was a child?Harry smiled wryly.

"Tom, accept someone not out of fear, but out of respect." Harry looked into those bright black eyes.

Tom's dark eyes stared back without hesitation, and his high chin clearly told Harry that he didn't agree with this sentence.

Respect is the most powerless thing, not only respect, but everything that is maintained by beautiful emotions is the most powerless, including love, sympathy, responsibility... Before difficult and even life-and-death choices, these things are just the most vain decorations.Negative emotions are the most threatening and deterrent, terror, fear, dread, they can elevate a person's status and consolidate power, just like what he did in the orphanage.

"I'm sleepy." Billy interrupted their gaze.

Tom glanced at him lazily, his fingers slid over the snake wrapped around his wrist, and the threat in his eyes was self-evident.

Harry stood up and went to the burning closet to help them stir up the coals.

"Go to sleep."

Billy suddenly extended his arm to Harry. "Goodnight kiss, Harry."

Harry leaned over and pressed a kiss on the child's forehead: "Good night."

He straightened up, and when he turned around, he saw Tom sitting on his bed with his back straight.Harry stiffened too.He couldn't imagine himself kissing the Dark Lord goodnight.

But Billy yelled loudly on purpose: "Why doesn't Harry kiss Tom goodnight?"

Harry smiled wryly, and wanted to jokingly bring up this topic, but he caught the child inadvertently out of the corner of his eye.

The child showed no expression, still as calm as if nothing had happened, but his spine was slowly bending down when he stopped.He never said what he wanted, even if he was looking forward to it very much.

Harry sighed secretly, before the brain could command, the body had already given the command by itself.He leaned down and lifted the black hair on the child's forehead, and kissed him very gently.

"Have a good dream, good night."

Tom sat on the bed and put his hand to his forehead in a daze.The snake poked its head out from under the clothes, trying to avoid Billy's gaze, and hissed in Tom's ear, "Tom, why... is your hissing getting more and more abnormal?"

Tom ran his fingers through the messy hair a few times, put his fingers down and pulled the quilt away, and glanced at the snake expressionlessly before lying down.

Everything seems to be gradually getting on the right track.The life of the family has also gradually adjusted, and it seems to be a bit decent.

And Billy suddenly realized that he didn't have the leverage to let Tom show that ability.He thought it was just to provoke him, but now he discovered that Tom's endurance is so outstanding.No amount of insults could make him show a trace of anger, and the eyes as black as the devil in fairy tales were just mocking, like a clown in a circus, which made Billy very annoyed.

"Monster..." Billy murmured as if thinking of something while stroking the fur of the rabbit in his arms.

Tom never took Billy seriously.He knew what Billy was up to—to expose himself, and then Harry would point at him and call him a monster like Billy had done.Tom clenched his fists and showed a terribly distorted smile.He was not afraid of Harry calling him a monster, even if the whole world called him a monster, he didn't care.He only needs to stand at the top and let those who call him a monster crawl under his feet tremblingly!

But he still needs patience, he needs to draw strength, and he can't leave this place for the time being.When he was strong enough, even if Harry pointed at him and called him a monster, he would be strong enough to survive alone, even...kill Harry.

The child's eyes flashed, and his face was so stern that the snake crawling on his chest didn't dare to make a sound.

"Tom? Are you ready? Let's go!"

The child stood upstairs, looking down at the black-haired young man with his head up through the railing.Tom licked the corner of his mouth, and fixed his dark eyes on the man, feeling grateful for the first time—fortunately, fortunately, he didn't know now.

Tom looked at Billy, who was standing next to the young man and hugging the rabbit, his already dark eyes became a little gloomy.

He turned and went downstairs, step by step down the steps.

It's a good thing he doesn't know now, and he will never let him know!

"Harry, do you think someone can really make things fly?" Billy asked Harry deliberately, holding Harry's hand and holding the rabbit, squinting at Tom.

Harry wondered.That should be Tom asking him, not Billy...

"Of course." Harry nodded.

The answer made Billy frown.

"If you hold a bird in your hand, it will fly as soon as you let go." Harry made a rare joke and looked at Billy with a smile.

The smiling eyes could see the flickering smile clearly even through the lens, and his usually pale face suddenly became rosy because of this smile.Tom took his other hand, his dark eyes never taking his eyes off the smile for a second.

Billy wanted to ask again, but they had already reached their destination, so Billy had to keep his mouth shut unwillingly.

Tom stood behind Harry, silently staring at Billy with his dark eyes, which suddenly gave Billy a chill from his tailbone.

Billy hugged the rabbit tightly and moved closer to Harry.

And Tom smiled at him.

"Tom, Billy, this is Principal Mag," Harry pushed the two of them to the front with a smile, "You're going to school, after Christmas."

However, all the turning points happened before Christmas.

"Hey, tell me, Tom, if you go back to the orphanage at Christmas time, won't you be very sad?" Billy's fingers gently caressed the fur of the rabbit in his arms. The bandaged rabbit seemed to be afraid of its owner. Touched, curled up trembling.

Tom sat on the bed with a gloomy face, and his obsidian eyes were like thunder flashing deep in the dark clouds that had been suppressed for a long time.

Neither of them spoke, and the sound of the carriage wheel gurgling could be heard clearly outside the window.

Billy opened his mouth: "The carriage... has arrived, you may not be able to spend Christmas with us. Because...you almost killed my rabbit pervertedly." Billy touched the bandaged rabbit lovingly. legs.Rabbit flinched, wishing he could jump out of Billy's arms.

"Tom, don't you know there is something called framing?" The tone was leisurely.

The quilt in his hand was suddenly clenched tightly, as if he could wring out water with force.

Everything in the room seemed to start to shake, and even the scraps of paper scattered in the corners were flying uncontrollably.

"Monster!!!" Billy hugged the rabbit, seemingly panicked among the floating furniture, but actually covered the smile on his lips.In this way, another very sure bargaining chip was added for Tom's departure.

Billy screamed, which Harry heard clearly in the living room.

"Billy?" There was a questioning voice, followed by footsteps going upstairs.

Billy looked at the furniture that was completely out of place in mid-air, and the smile on his face grew wider——

"Tom, you lost."

☆, September 1932, 12

It seemed that he couldn't hear the surrounding voices at all. Tom could only see Billy's mouth opening and closing, babbling and crying, and staring at him viciously.Beside him was a dying rabbit.The gray fur of the rabbit has been completely stained red with blood, and the bloody hind legs are mixed with dust, fur, and sticky pus mixed with sticky blood, which makes people vomit.

The snake hidden in his cuff smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, eagerly poked its eyes out, but suddenly retracted.There are others!

The child is not afraid of blood, he even has a twisted obsession with it.He likes the thick and hopeless color, and the tactile feeling of gradual precipitation when it solidifies.But the rabbit's blood is not as thick as human blood, it is not as thick as human blood, it is as bright as tongues of fire, extremely dazzling.He was not afraid of blood, but when those dark green eyes looked at him with undisguised shock and defense, his heart tightened for a while.

He did nothing.All he did was walk up to the rabbit.Then, there was Billy screaming sharply, crying hysterically, and beating like crazy to vent his anger.After all, Billy took advantage of two or three years of extra life. The child who felt the crisis did not hesitate at all, and used cruelty and treachery extremely skillfully.

Everything followed his layout, so Harry couldn't bear to see this bloody scene.Billy could even see Harry's pupils constricting.Billy hit the ground by mistake, evoking Harry's memory of blood splattered on the battlefield, and evoking Harry's hatred and fear of Voldemort.He almost made it.

As he guessed, Tom didn't explain, and he didn't bother to explain, or he was blocked by such a development.Just stood next to the rabbit, not even moving a step.It made Billy resent that he still didn't look at him, looking right through him as if he were just a piece of empty air.The child just looked up at Harry who was walking towards him with a cold face, his gloomy and stubborn appearance seemed to overlap with the 11-year-old him in the Pensieve.

"Tom, I don't want to give up on you, don't force me." Harry closed his eyes in pain as he met Tom's silent gaze, and picked up the rabbit, smelly and dirty blood flowed from his fingers.The murmured words were trembling, but they hit the child's softest part without any buffer, and even the sight began to tremble.

Harry left with the rabbit in his arms and disappeared from his sight without looking back.

It was just him and Billy in the room, very quiet.

Tom moved his stiff fingers before he reacted slowly and began to breathe.There was a dull pain in the hypoxic chest, and the sharp pain and suffocation faded away, followed by an almost dizzy anger.He was angry, angry that Harry had condemned him to death without even asking.The almost ice-cold eyes seemed to turn into steel needles, piercing hard in the head.

Stop kidding yourself!He never liked you at all!

His stiffness in the orphanage, his indifference when facing him, everything that was deliberately forgotten came to his mind in an instant, reminding him of his ridiculous self-deception.It turned out that the easing of their relationship in the past two weeks was just a whitewash!

What a good souvenir!It's not that you give up on me, but that I don't want to stay anymore!

At this point in his thoughts, the chest began to ache again, causing the child to gasp for breath, but what rolled out of his throat was a sob in a crying voice.

"If the rabbit could talk, then this trick wouldn't work." Billy suddenly said, breaking the silence in the room.He paused, shrugged, and smiled, "Unfortunately it won't."

Tom just stood there without even looking at him.

Billy saw that he was silent and pretended to be bored, so he also left the stage.

In the huge room, it seemed as if nothing had happened, but the glaring bloodstain on the mattress could not be erased.

The snake barely understood the situation, and climbed up Tom's arm.

"Obviously Tom didn't do it...why didn't Tom explain?"

"Heh... how do I explain it?" Tom stared at the bloodstain and suddenly laughed out loud. Hissing Parseltongue was as gentle as a snake crawling, but the snake could hear the chilling hostility in it, " An explanation can't convince Harry, an explanation can't drive Billy away, an explanation can't turn back time, why explain?"

The snake didn't dare to face the child's frightening expression. It smacked its core on Tom's shoulder: "Harry's heart is easy to soften, as long as Tom explains..."

Tom squinted his eyes. As long as there was no expression on his face, his dark eyes couldn't reveal any emotion at all, and even a trace of injury could be covered up with black.The child suddenly grinned, raising a gloomy and cold smile.Now that the last hope in my heart has been extinguished, since there is no purpose to stay here, since there is no reason to be nostalgic, then at the end of the day, give them a memory that scares them as soon as they think about it!

So when Billy reappeared in the room trying to irritate him, he unhesitatingly and with all his might unleashed that mysterious power that was as familiar to him as the lifting of a finger.

"Tell me, Tom, if you go back to the orphanage at Christmas, will you be particularly sad?" Even though he told himself that he had no reason to miss it, even though it was just a performance he arranged, Billy's words brought The shock given to him made him completely immersed in the show, furious!It was obvious that the child decided to leave on his own initiative, but from what Billy said, all the cells in his body were in convulsive pain.It is undeniable that this sentence did arouse his complete anger.

"Monster!" Billy screamed, but with an annoying smile on his face, "Tom, you lost!"

The child with black hair and black eyes smiled cruelly.He lost?He doesn't care at all!Conspiracies and tricks are just useless decorations in front of absolute strength, all he needs is strength!Harry didn't like him, he wasn't welcome in this place, and he didn't need to!He just wants revenge!

All the furniture in the room began to float up, moving quickly and sharply in the room, with just a little carelessness, a bloodstain could be quickly scratched on the skin.Tom could feel the rapid loss of strength in his whole body, the floating picture frame passed by his eyes unsteadily, and a bloody mouth ran across the bridge of his nose from the corner of his eye.There are also many cards and cup feet, relying on high-speed movement, surrounding Billy who is squatting in the room with the rabbit in his arms, leaving deep and rapid scars.The dense, pain like ants gnawing on his body made Billy realize the horror and danger of that power.Tom hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction. Compared to a piece of splinter piercing his artery, he preferred this cat-and-mouse pleasure, this desperate approach... This seemingly serious but harmless wound is like an ant gnawing Eat an elephant, let the pain drive him crazy!

"Monster!"