[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Leigh screamed so loudly that it could be heard clearly across the room.

Billy really started to get scared. This situation has exceeded his expectations. With such power, it is completely enough to kill him!

The sound of Harry's footsteps was getting closer and clearer, and the next second, the doorknob was turned slightly——

Tom's jet-like hair was scattered by the wind blown by the magic power. With his gleaming black eyes and cruel smile, he is simply the evil devil king in fairy tales!

Now that we have reached this point, let's have a showdown together, push ourselves, and push Harry even more! !

How is this going on! "

The door was opened, and Harry dodged the oncoming lamppost reflexively, watching everything that happened in the room in amazement.

Through the debris floating at high speed, Tom stared into the man's eyes.He will definitely avoid him in fear, and he will point to him uncontrollably and yell monster, he is just a mediocre member of human beings!He wanted to grin, but a muscle movement pulled the bloody mouth on his face, so he clenched his fist hard, nails digging into his palm, and the dense pain made Tom's brain extremely clear.He looked back at Billy who was squatting in the middle of the room, and smiled dangerously.

Billy's bare arms were covered with blood, and the rabbit in his arms struggled to avoid the sharp shards of glass.

"Tom!" Harry shouted, his usually gentle voice had the impact of a silver cup breaking.He didn't call him a monster?The child provoked a sneering smile, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and the strength of his whole body was crazily transformed.

"Tom, calm down." The black-haired young man didn't pay attention to Billy's injury first, and walked towards him peacefully, approaching him step by step.Tom ran his magic crazily, and all kinds of decorations turned into weapons and attacked Harry.

It was those eyes, the indifference in those eyes made his chest tight, and he still has lingering fears in his heart, so dig them out!

Tom gasped hard to ease the feeling of almost suffocation, his eyes darkened.

But the young man didn't stop at all, every step was firm and powerful, every step was like stepping on his heart.Any decorations that flew over couldn't hurt him, as if he was covered in a protective film, and the direction was inexplicably shifted.The child stared blankly at Harry, keenly feeling a more powerful force, a huge wave was set off in his heart, and an almost impossible conjecture gradually became clear in his mind.

The power seemed to be suppressed, and the objects moving at high speed in the room stopped instantly, and then fell down with a crackling sound.

"Don't be afraid, Tom." The person who should be the most afraid pulled out a pale smile, and in turn comforted him who should be the least afraid.

Tom stopped all movement, he stared almost obsessively into those eyes.

——Because in those eyes, there is surprise, surprise, understanding, and worry, but the only thing that is absent is fear.

☆, December 1932, 12 (23)

The magical power of a wizard is inherent, but it is always lurking in the blood, and it needs an opportunity before it can be used for its own use.Wizards call this process—magic awakening.And the inevitable consequence of magic power awakening is magic power riot.

But only Tom knew that this was just a deliberate revenge.

The room that had been devastated by magic was extraordinarily messy.The furniture was scattered and broken on the ground.Without the wind noise from their high-speed rotation, the whole room was extraordinarily quiet, and even Billy's sobbing could be heard clearly.Harry stood in the scarred room, his face was bloodless, he didn't know what expression to use to deal with this matter.Looking at all this, his chest felt as if a large rock was blocked, and he couldn't breathe.Before he even had time to prepare himself, Tom took another big step forward in history.

Under the pressure of Harry's magic, everything stopped.

In Harry's past 20 years, he had never had such complex and varied feelings for anyone else, but Tom was an exception.One second, he was still chilled by that child's cold-blooded cruelty, but the next second, seeing him standing alone in front of him, Harry couldn't stop feeling distressed again.

Tom stood in front of him, half-raised his head in aloofness to meet his gaze. A bloody gash ran from the corner of his eye to the bridge of his nose, barely bypassing his eye, and Harry felt a sting just looking at it.But the child didn't seem to feel it, his face was so calm that no clue could be discerned, and all the emotions in his eyes were covered by the thick blackness.

He looked calm, but Harry could somehow sense the restlessness in the child's calm.No matter how much he dominates in the future, now he is just a child who needs someone to guide him.

Before the words of comfort came out, there was a sharp scolding from behind.

"Harry, don't go! He's a monster!" Billy finally recovered from the oppression of death, and really began to fear that power.He hugged the rabbit in his arms tightly, his pupils constricted, that kind of power is beyond the control of human beings!He yelled at Harry, hysterically, pointing at Tom's fingertips trembling with fear.This sound was not a show for a certain purpose, but genuine fear and fear.

Before Harry could react, he saw the pupils of the proud child standing in front of him shrink, and the expression on his face went blank for a second. Harry's breathing also stopped, and his heart ached.Who said there is no limit to children's speech?

Billy, who has always been good at observing words and emotions, completely lost control because of fear, planting the only and fatal failure in his plan.

"Monster monster monster monster! Monster go die!"

The monster sounded again and again, directly poking people's backs, making them unable to stand upright.Looking at the dead expression of the child beside him, Harry wished he could reach out and cover the child's ears, so as to block the abuse for him.He understood the feeling, the feeling of... being called a 'monster'.Rejected, isolated, disgusted, surrounded... not to mention, he is just a child who is not yet five years old, how many "monsters" can a child bear?

"Shut up! Billy!"

Billy was taken aback by the cold voice.Billy looked up and saw Harry's pale face.He had never seen such a serious expression on Harry's face.

Looking at the fear and disgust in the eyes of that well-behaved child, Harry realized for the first time that his thinking was so completely wrong.After all, Billy is just an ordinary person who doesn't understand magic. How can people who are not in the same world understand each other, and how can two people who don't understand each other grow together?

Harry pursed his lips, walked over to Billy, and softened his harsh tone a little.

"Billy, come with me to the wound."

Tom stood in the room, his magic overrun so badly that he didn't even want to move.Just one movement would make his already stiff knees go limp, and he would definitely be unable to stand still.After the room was destroyed by magic, it was like a ruin.The blood-red setting sun outside the window actually brought out a vicissitudes of life in the room.

In a sense, he won.He made Billy almost go crazy with fear, he made Harry's face pale in an instant, he did all of these, but the child's throat seemed to be stuck in a fishbone, unable to vomit or swallow, an unconcealable sense of loss surged from his toes to the top of his head .He stood there in a daze.

The sound of wooden wheels rumbling from outside the window, and the coachman's high-pitched voice could still be heard vaguely—"Is it the car called by No. 19 London Street?"

The child couldn't help but sneered, trying to hide his inner panic and bewilderment.Yes, here comes the man who takes him back to the orphanage.

Everything is in his expectation, isn't it?He shows strength and scares them, and then they send him back to the orphanage like he's trying to get rid of a virus, and then he can fight without giving a damn, or wander the streets all day long...

The child suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were swollen and sour, and he wanted to cover it with his hands, but his hands were hanging weakly on his sides, and he didn't even have the strength to make a fist.The snake was keenly aware of the child's almost collapsed emotions, so it just wrapped itself around the child's protruding wrist without making a sound.

The door was suddenly opened again.Harry, who had led Billy out of the room earlier, held the medicine box and opened the door.

Tom quickly took a deep breath, suppressed the moisture in his eyes, tightened his gums, and looked at the person steadfastly like a wolf cub rejecting external threats.

"I... will give you medicine." Harry pursed his lips, and showed the medicine box in his hand to the child.

The scar on the child's face from the corner of the eye to the bridge of the nose was shocking, but he didn't care.The child's eyes were like the bottomless black sea water in the trench. He met Harry's eyes directly, and said calmly, "Why aren't you afraid of me?" The calm tone was natural.But only the child himself knows how difficult it is to ask this sentence.

Harry wanted to laugh, but his heart hurt for a while. The soreness that hit the tip of his nose suddenly made him unable to hold back a smile.

Harry put the medicine box on the slanted bedside table, walked in front of Tom's sharp gaze, and squatted down so that his eyes were at the same level as the child's.

"Why should I be afraid of you?" He sighed helplessly, his eyes were warm and clear as usual.

The child grinned, pulled the dry wound on his face, and revealed a distorted smile.

"Because I'm a monster." It's still so natural.Yes, he was a monster, a conclusion even Tom himself could not find reason to refute.Tom suddenly felt uncomfortable in his chest, and he had to open his mouth to breathe heavily.

"Do not……"

The child raised his eyes and looked at the young man's panic-stricken appearance. The resentment, disappointment, and sadness gathered in the corners of his eyes became heavier and heavier, almost condensing into a ball and bursting out of his eyes.

"Aren't you going to send me away too?" Tom interrupted what Harry hadn't said yet. The child's sharp voice was like a sharp sword piercing through the facts. Finally, the black eyes no longer concealed their calmness, and their anger rolled like a roar before a storm. dark clouds.The child's whole body was tense, even his gums were tense, and his teeth collided as he spoke, "Don't pretend to give me medicine, just let me pack my things!"

"Don't you hate me!"

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, staring blankly at the child who finally had an emotional outburst, and forgot to speak for a moment.

"Since you don't like me at all, why did you adopt|adopt me?" Even though he couldn't hold back the tears from his eyes, the child was still arrogant, exuding a hostility that made people dare not approach him.

Harry hadn't expected the baby to cry.Unlike other children who looked pitiful and twitched when they cried, he just shed tears one drop after another, his eyes were red, but his expression was vicious without any trace of sadness.The child fiercely wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand, and was pulled again regardless of the wound on his face.Tears and blood spread across his face.He was also like a wolf when he cried, with a whimper rolling in his throat, threatening to deny anyone from approaching him.

Tom wiped away tears hard.cry?What's the use of crying!He doesn't need tears for sympathy.

There was another sigh beside his ear, and his body was staggered by the sudden force.

Then, there is the warm touch.The tip of the nose is buried in the soft clothes, and what is inhaled into the nasal cavity is an indescribable warmth. The almost cold and stiff back is wrapped around something soft and warm, and there is an itching around the neck, and the breath with water vapor is gently sprayed on the skin. .For just a moment, Tom felt as if he had climbed from the ice cellar into the greenhouse.

The hands on the back clapped clumsily and rhythmically, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

"Don't cry, don't cry." The person holding him didn't know how to comfort a child who was emotionally broken. He could only foolishly pat the child's back, and repeated over and over again awkwardly and boringly, don't cry.

Anyone with experience will know that children cannot be comforted when they cry, and the more they are comforted, the harder they cry.

But Harry was taken aback by Tom's tears.

The child was still in a trance, and the rising temperature around him further contributed to the soreness at the tip of his nose. Before he could even react, the beating heart in his chest had been tamed by the sense of security brought by this embrace, and he was gently grabbing the man's skirt, Burying his face deeper, the corners of his eyes flowed more wantonly.

The hostility in his body seemed to dissipate in an instant.

This person...was Harry.Tom opened his eyes and rested his forehead on the young man's shoulder, feeling the warmth all over him in a daze.

In the ear, he was still repeating it over and over again, he was at a loss and only knew how to comfort the child with hugs.

"You're not a monster, Tom." He hesitated, sighed, and decided to say it anyway.

Tom picked up Harry's clothes, and stuck all the blood and tears on the young man's face. The childish movements made Harry rub his neatly combed hair.

The child raised his head from Harry's arms, his eyes were still a little red, and even his pale skin was a little rosy.Little Tom looked straight at Harry with his black eyes, and the water vapor actually softened his slightly hostile gaze, giving people the illusion of deep affection.

When I grow up, I don't know how many girls I will harm.Harry twitched his lips.

"Watch." Harry smiled at the child.He waved his hand and muttered softly, "Back to the beginning".

The picture frames, tablecloths, desk lamps that were scattered on the ground... They all floated up and returned to their original positions in an orderly manner.Even the broken glass was spliced ​​back together as if time went back, without a single crack.

Within 30 seconds, everything was back to normal, as if nothing had happened, just like the mantra said, back to normal.

Tom was already stunned in place, the conjectures that popped up in his mind and were rejected by him without hesitation grew rapidly like sprouts, and the ecstasy rabbits that could make people faint were overwhelming like a tsunami, and Tom couldn't even react.

Harry turned his head, looked into the child's eyes seriously, and said, "None of us are monsters."

Harry saw the unconcealable ecstasy flashing in the child's pure black eyes, and felt sad again.

Tom didn't know Harry's mind any more than Harry knew his.Tom couldn't hide his joy. His joy came from the power connection between him and Harry. What does it mean?It means that he is the same as Harry, it means that Harry is not an ordinary and stupid human being, it means that Harry can reach heights that humans cannot reach, and it means that Harry is qualified to stand with him!

This kind of pleasure of being satisfied with monopoly is the reason why Tom is really happy!

"Is it just the two of us?" the child asked.

"No, there are many, many people who are wizards just like us."

Tom pursed his lips, lowered his gaze to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

But it doesn't matter, the child who was still crying just now gritted his teeth and smiled secretly.At least, it wasn't him who was sent back to the orphanage for Christmas.

☆, September 1932, 12

Billy left the next day.In this way, he left quickly in this war without gunpowder smoke, with wounds beginning to scab all over his body, hugging the gray rabbit, completely out of Tom's sight.Tom stood beside Harry, watching him put Billy's new clothes on without saying a word, tucking his neck gently into his neck.

Billy cried heartbreakingly, hugging the rabbit, weeping heavily, and yelled inarticulately: "He is obviously a monster..."

"I'm... so sorry, Billy." Harry pressed his hand to the child's soft hair one last time.

Standing beside Harry, Tom looked up at the sad and sad expression on the young man's face with half-raised head, only feeling a bit glaring.

The child understands in his heart.In this game, if we only talk about people's hearts, Billy should have won.

Tom sat on the bed, absently teasing the snake wrapped around his fingers with his fingers, his eyes like the darkest night before dawn.

He should be happy, after all that Billy is finally out of his life.But the look on Harry's face as he sent Billy away set him on fire.The original sin "jealousy" hidden in the hidden places of the soul and bone marrow reappeared and gradually spread.The terrifying possessiveness in Slytherin's nature wasn't any less of a problem just because he was a child.

Tom wasn't stupid, he was even terribly wise.The child knew very well that among the two, Harry naturally preferred Billy, otherwise, when the rabbit was injured, why didn't Harry doubt the truth of Billy's words at all?If he and Harry hadn't belonged to the same wizard, I'm afraid his and Billy's positions should have been changed!

At this point in his thoughts, the child's expression suddenly darkened.

The charcoal fire in the closet was burning vigorously, and one of the two small beds was removed from the room, which seemed a bit empty.Tom looked at the vacated floor with dark eyes.

Billy's showing weakness to Harry, pretending to be docile, obedient, and weak, crying with ulterior motives, being noisy, and being self-willed... Scenes are replayed in the minds of children under the age of five, and the children analyze and plan calmly with.Billy is indeed a master at grasping people's hearts. He can interpret the role of "poor adopted|adopted child" just right, and pretends to be able to easily win Harry's sympathy and love.

He had to start to look at the treachery and tact that Billy showed.The extremely intelligent child always believes that power is the only way to control destiny, but this does not prevent him from adhering to conspiracies and tricks and controlling people's hearts.Tom's fingers rubbed against the snake's cold body, and his eyes shone as if he had found the direction.If Billy can do it, why can't he do better?The perfect combination of strength and human heart can make everyone willingly kneel at his feet!

Perhaps being wise and calm is not scary, but being able to absorb the opponent's methods quietly and calmly in confrontation after confrontation is not to say that it is not scary.If Harry heard the child's voice, would he be frightened and run away immediately?Too bad he couldn't hear it.

Before he was five years old, Tom had already realized the power of disguising and controlling people's hearts. In time, maybe he would be able to sit comfortably behind the scenes, play with people's hearts, manipulate all dark things, and be polite and personable on the surface.History hastened the process once again, hastening the transition from Tom Riddle as a child to Tom Riddle as a teenager.Hiding behind the curtain of night, the fate chart nodded in satisfaction with her layout.

"Tom, aren't you happy?" The snake that bit Tom's finger lightly let go of its mouth, hooked its tail, and asked.

"On the contrary, I'm glad..." Tom began, hissing Parseltongue with demagogic power.He suddenly climbed down from the bed, put the snake wrapped around his wrist on the mattress, hugged the pillow that was half his body high, his swarthy eyes shone with a strange light that could barely be called pleasure, "You Stay here tonight, don't follow me."

Tom hugged the pillow and pushed open the door of his room.Even the dark corridors can't cool down the children's excitement.Thinking of getting so close to Harry that way, it's okay to pretend to be stupid occasionally.The kid hadn't realized that he always forgave Harry's presence, even though he'd just told himself he hated him to the bone.

"Harry?" Tom pursed his lips and knocked on Harry's bedroom door.

The child stood outside the door. He knew the door was unlocked, but he chose to knock obediently.Hearing the rustling sound of the quilt inside the door, Tom could even imagine how Harry lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The door was pushed open.

Harry had absolutely no idea what Tom was standing at his door for.His hair was messed up, and his usual gentle and kind image was completely broken. He stared blankly at the child who had just reached the height of the doorknob, and forgot to speak for a moment.

Harry stared blankly at the future Dark Lord wearing the dog-bone pajamas he bought just for his wicked taste, dragging a small but bulky pillow behind him, staring straight at him with dark eyes.Although he didn't have a flattering face like other children, it suddenly made Harry feel that what was standing in front of him was just a puppy begging for a bone.

"Tom?" Harry asked hesitantly, raising his eyebrows.

Tom twitched a little at this moment, and he couldn't learn to cry like Billy did!But he suddenly remembered how he was crying in Harry's arms yesterday, and couldn't help pursing his lips a little bit awkwardly, facing Harry's pair of eyes that were extraordinarily bright without glasses, the words he originally planned For a moment, I didn't know where I went.The child said dryly: "I'm alone in the room."

Harry froze for a moment, then immediately realized what the kid was talking about, and couldn't help laughing.

"Then how about sleeping with me?" The young man gave a step up with a smile.

"Okay." Tom agreed smoothly, trying to keep his expression calm.

Harry turned sideways and watched the child dragging the pillow into the room, no matter how calm his expression was, he couldn't hide the twinkle in his eyes.

There was a dim lamp in the room.The soft light makes the whole room extra warm.The mattress on the bed was messed up randomly, and it could be seen how Harry had covered the quilt just now.A notebook was casually spread by the bed, with a charcoal pencil in the middle.When Tom knocked on the door, he was planning Dumbledore's Army training program and the enemy program.

Tom walked to the bed, the always decisive child was a little at a loss.Standing by the bed, he turned his head to look at Harry, although his expression was still hard.

Harry couldn't help touching the child's head. The clumsy Tom was just a child who was afraid of sleeping alone, so he couldn't connect him with Voldemort, so there was nothing wrong with him.

Harry held the baby under his arm and lifted the baby onto the bed.Embarrassed, Tom let the young man put himself on the bed, and lifted the quilt up in silence.With a smile, Harry pulled the quilt open and quickly slipped in.

This year's winter was extremely cold, and Harry was already afraid of the cold, so his quilt was naturally cast with countless heat-retaining spells, and once he got in, it was so warm and cozy that he wanted to groan.

"The Warming Charm," Harry explained with a smile, pulling his own pillow aside to help the child arrange it.Tom came, and he was not in the mood to think about any training plans anymore. He put the notebook on the bedside table and turned off the soft light.

"Tomorrow is Christmas, go to bed early today." Harry tucked the quilt up to Tom's neck, but accidentally touched the child's feet, which were as cold as iron.

Only then did Harry realize that the child had actually walked over barefoot.

"Tom, come to sleep, I'll warm you up." Harry leaned closer to Tom, picked up the child's feet and stuck them to his stomach.He had seen Aunt Petunia warm Dudley's feet in this way.Such an action has been kept in Harry's mind, and he uses it unintentionally when he doesn't realize it.

Although Petunia is not kind to Harry, it is undeniable that she loves her son Dudley meticulously.Were your feet warmed like this when you were young?

This gesture of care and love made Tom's body stiff for a while.The young man's lower abdomen is flat and warm, his smooth skin is like fine silk, and the temperature rises from his feet to the top of his head, as comfortable as putting his whole body in warm water and unfolding in an instant.

For some reason, Tom suddenly felt a bit sour in his nose.

The child quickly buried his face in the bed.The quilt, which had been fluffed by the sun, was extremely warm and dry, and the scent of fabric softener wafted from the quilt cover.The cold and heavy quilts in the orphanage are incomparable with the quilts that are as heavy as stones.

Feet are getting warmer.The child twitched and took his foot out from under the youth's pajamas.Harry pulled up his pajamas, looked at the furry head on his side, couldn't help but put his hands around the child's thin body, and looked at the curls on the child's head very seriously: "Tom, I hope you can be more honest, like As it is today, just tell me what you want. Don't hold back all the time, Tom. I'm too stupid to tell whether you like it or not."

Tom stared at the buttons on Harry's front, and after a long silence, he gave a muffled grunt in understanding.

Harry pursed his lips and smiled, shrank his neck into the bed, closed his eyes and planned to sleep, when the child suddenly asked a question.

"Will you send me back? Send me back like Billy."

"No, I'll pay for your schooling." Harry stroked the child's smooth black hair.

The child suddenly took his head out of the bed, and his eyes were shining like a night full of stars.Tom looked into the young man's calm eyes and asked, "Won't you abandon me?"

Harry met the child's eyes just like that.He smiled.

"Of course not. I will always be with you." Harry's words suddenly stopped, and his peaceful eyes became deep in an instant, and his expression was even tinged with sadness.He was silent for a while before showing a slightly bitter smile, "As long as you still need me."

Unfortunately, you will only wish to kill me.

"Go to sleep." The young man didn't seem to want to talk about this topic anymore, so he looked away first and closed his eyes.

Tom observed every expression of the young man, pursed his lips complicatedly, and closed his eyes.

The breathing of the people around him has gradually stabilized, and the child quietly opened his eyes.The pure black eyes couldn't tell the emotion, and the habitually cold expression was even more clueless.The child looked at the face that was close to him, and kept this movement for a while.He stood up slightly, pushed away the pillow he was holding, and put his head close to Harry's pillow calmly, closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep.

The night is getting darker, and the thousands of lights on the street are still bright and soft.It was the night of December 12th, Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.Thousands of lights, may people be safe.

☆, September 1932, 12

The extremely clever children gradually mastered the skill of disguising and gradually used it well.Having tasted the sweetness, Tom squinted his eyes, carefully curbed the paranoia and violence in his bones, and wrapped himself in the image of a real child.Harry didn't mind pretending to be an idiot if he liked it.

As Harry himself said, he is really stupid, and he is extremely stupid socially. He didn't notice any abnormal changes in the child. He was just happy for Tom, or in other words, for Tom's every change. Happy, although that's just what the child deliberately showed.In this strange age, all the reasons for him to stay are because of this child.Without Billy's interference, he focused all his attention on Tom, took care of him wholeheartedly, and prayed sincerely for the child's change.

The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and the whole room was warm. Even if there was snow outside the window, it could not lower Harry's body temperature by half.

"The orchids are in full bloom." Harry sat cross-legged on the bed, with the warm quilt under his buttocks, holding a magic wand straight from his upper body, drawing a beautiful trace in the air, and a beautiful beige orchid instantly bloomed on the tip of the wand. Really beautiful.

The child also sat cross-legged opposite Harry.Even though he radically thought that this kind of spell was just a waste of magic power, he still controlled his expression, showing a little excitement and curiosity just right.

The young man's eyes flickered, as if a child found something interesting, he couldn't help but stuffed his wand into Tom's hand, and motioned Tom to wave it: "Tom, try it!"

Tom couldn't explain how it felt.The moment the finger touched the handle of the staff, something went straight from the skin to the bone marrow, so happy that even the soul began to tremble.There was still warmth in the place Harry was holding just now.The child suddenly clenched his wand tightly, his eyes so deep that there was no trace of variegation gushed out crazy longing.

The world of magic is even more mysterious than he imagined!

The wand in his hand had obviously been tempered by time, and the wood of the wand appeared hard, dry and vicissitudes due to various battles.Make it yours!Once this idea arises, it will immediately take root in the mind, but the child will never abandon the best interests for the mere magic wand.The child lowered his head, suppressing the crazy paranoia in his eyes, and carefully avoided Harry's sight.

"Come on, Tom, do it with me, the orchids are in full bloom." Harry made a gesture of waving his wand, and enthusiastically explained to Tom the details that need to be paid attention to, "Hands should be raised a bit, yes, that's it."

Harry now knew why there were so many people interested in teaching as a profession.This sense of accomplishment of watching a child who doesn't understand anything gradually understand under his own teaching is addictive.

Tom's face was cold, his arms stiff in the air.Is it necessary to put on such a stupid posture when casting a spell?He snorted coldly in his heart, and drew a trajectory according to Harry's posture.

"Orchids are blooming."

After chanting the incantation, the tip of the wand immediately began to shine, but apart from a few sparks, there was nothing else, let alone orchids.

The always proud child immediately turned gloomy.The failure of casting the spell for the first time made his restless heart even more irritable.

"Take it easy, Tom, and try again."

With that person's rather gentle encouragement, a ray of warm energy was transmitted from the wand to the hand, and was following the nerves to reach the brain.An indescribable feeling rose up, which made the child stunned.

Tom couldn't contain the surprise welling up in his heart.It was obviously just a dead thing, but he really felt the friendliness from the wand... Was it the master's intention?Looking at Harry, Tom's heart skipped a beat with that expression of encouragement and gentleness that went straight to the bottom of Tom's heart.

That used to be an expression that he never dared to expect and would never expect.The child never expects anyone to encourage him.Even the dead young nanny, who had always taken good care of him, would only sigh helplessly and hope that he would not cause more trouble.It was the first time he saw that look full of hope, support and trust, from Harry's eyes.

The arm rose almost uncontrollably, and without Tom's command, the spell rolled out of his throat: "The orchid is blooming."

The tip of the staff finally spit out the delicate flower buds, and under the watchful eyes of the two people, the petals opened silently, and a kind of arrogant and wanton beauty flaunted on the flower buds.Tom always thought this kind of thing was very hypocritical, but somehow he was fascinated by this flower and couldn't move it away for a long time.

"Awesome!" The man was not stingy with his praise.

The feeling that the magic power flows from the body to the wand and is finally released is still there. Compared with before, he could only force the magic power out of the body indiscriminately. Casting spells with the wand can maximize the magic power. This feeling of random manipulation makes Tom a little obsessed .

Looking at the orchid constantly spinning on the tip of the stick, the child showed a smile that was bound to win.

"Tom!" Harry, who was sitting cross-legged across from him, suddenly uttered, his eyes widened in surprise.Then, he immediately rolled his eyes with a smile.The green eyeballs are as green as if something is flowing inside.

Before the child could even take back the smile on his lips, a hand pinched the corner of his mouth.

Harry's disheveled hair hung over his forehead, covering the inconspicuous scar. The lenses of the glasses reflected the light, and the smiling eyes under the lenses all revealed his happiness. He said: "Tom looks so good when he smiles." !"

This was the first time the child had shown anything other than a sneer in front of Harry.

Harry couldn't explain why he was so agitated.Probably... because that smile made him see a little difference from Voldemort, Voldemort wouldn't smile like that.

It's just that the child's smile is really good-looking, no longer gloomy and mocking, just like other children, smiling arrogantly, triumphantly, and full of vitality.His outstanding appearance and neat attire make him look like a well-loved noble young master, he is no longer the Tom Riddle who came out of the orphanage.He was happy with that smile from the bottom of his heart.

Tom just thought it was weird, just a smile.His black eyes flickered, and he widened his smile.

Harry was simply happy with every change in him, happy with every expression he made.He tried everything to make him smile, and then he was excited by his smile.An extremely stupid move, really stupid.

The corner of the child's mouth is still raised, but the dark eyes are straight