[HP] 47 Days Transformation

There are appearances.Even the interview about the death of the savior was done by Lucius Malfoy.

Tom Riddle wasn't happy.

He had thought that having eliminated his opponent, his so-called hidden weakness would not matter.But the blankness of the memory that was deliberately erased became more and more abrupt because of the death of the savior.

He rubbed his temples to relieve the explosion in his head.

The handsome Duke of Darkness looked at the red moon in the sky, which was colored by the sunset, and felt panic and uneasiness again.

The author has something to say: Idiot Tom: Your blood spreads through the blood vessels of my whole body with the beating of my heart.

Forgive the author's brevity... Also, I haven't written an article for a long time, what should I do if I find that I can't grasp Xiao Tang's character?

☆, November 2001

April 2001

"The Death Eaters asked us to leave Hogwarts by the end of April, and Professor Snape asked us to prepare all the raw materials in mid-March." The black ink was particularly dazzling on the entire blank of the notebook, and the nib paused, Put a full stop.The person who picked up the pen did not continue for a long time, and the ink had already smudged on the paper.

The man hesitated for a moment, and wrote very slowly, one stroke at a time, "And today is already March 3th."

Zhang Qiu no longer knows how to continue her diary, just like the beginning of the music, once it is too sad, it is difficult to find the courage to continue, it is difficult to find the next melody.

But a diary is necessary, she thought.

There are always things that need to be recorded, and there are always things that need to be handed down and someone to remember.Even if they really lost, lost, or died, this diary can at least let the world know that they existed.

She took a deep breath, picked up the pen again, and wrote dryly: "Hermione has found the dragon's heart, and we are one step closer to success."

Before she could think of what to rewrite next, the noise of students came from outside the room.

People in Hogwarts were already in panic.The students who voluntarily stayed were not well-trained fighters. They had a passion for blood, but they did not have the tenacity and mind to support their blood. When they were on the verge of death, they began to get nervous, afraid and shrink back.

But thankfully, they didn't complain.

Zhang Qiu's headache was disturbed by the voice outside the door.She simply put a period at the end of the sentence and closed the notebook.

April 3

From that day on, I never saw Professor Snape again.For almost 20 days, he didn't even set foot outside his workshop, and the house-elves delivered the food directly to his workshop.The magic of bringing the dead back must have been so advanced that even Hermione had never heard of any way of bringing the dead back to life.

Professors and Aurors rarely stop at Hogwarts.They were busy collecting the things Harry needed to be resurrected.

We found Fox, who seemed to know we needed him, perched early in the morning on the unmoved phoenix stand in the principal's office.

Harry must be resurrected by the 21st, or we lose our chance to revive him forever.

With only ten days left, we haven't even collected half of the stuff.

Most importantly, there is the blood of the Dark Lord.

April 3

Our first attempt at taking the Dark Lord's blood.Everyone was timid, but some people resisted their timidity and voluntarily charged.ron.

Professor McGonagall did not allow it.She thought he was too reckless.

April 3

Except for Mad-Eyes Moody who led the team, no one came back.

"We weren't even close to him," said Moody, propped up on his artificial leg, moving with difficulty, his face covered in bruises and scabbed scratches, "there were more Death Eaters than any of us could have imagined." .”

"They're like ants."

"He just sat and watched us act like a clown, then yawned and left to eat his lunch."

Simon, Onil, Anna...

They are not dead, but they must be facing more terrible danger than death.

April 3

Without a break, not even a break, we try again, trying to take advantage of the gap that the first attempt has not subsided.We only hope that the Death Eaters, who have just tasted victory, relax for a moment.

No one complained, and no one offered to quit, though scared.

I think we are all starting to grow up, and we are no longer childish at the age of 20.

That man's death made us completely grown up, all of us.

April 3

No one came back.

The Dark Lord is like a cat catching a mouse, watching us condescendingly, just like a giant watching a group of ants.

(The writer seems to be unable to hold the pen steadily, and the writing is crooked, and he can only black out in annoyance.)

"There is no time." Professor Snape finally appeared once, with a stern face and black eyes, "Three days, three days at the latest, I want to get the blood of the Dark Lord, otherwise, I will sing for him Soul song."

Hermione, who has always been witty, was also helpless.She can buy a dragon's heart with a lot of money, summon Fox back, persuade centaurs to donate their bone marrow, and sneak attack pythons to get their fangs... But Voldemort is not any kind of magical creature, he is the most powerful creature Hogwarts has ever seen. The brightest students are the most ambitious and also the most accomplished.

He didn't even bother to be a "Duke". The term "devil king" was his coronation.

Finally, Professor McGonagall stood up.

She said that all people here have their responsibilities to bear, and every sacrifice is a huge loss.

She said she was old enough.

April 3

Tomorrow is the deadline for Harry's resurrection.We still have hope.

April 3

Hope was dashed.

It was too late, not to mention that they didn't get the blood of the Dark Lord, and they didn't even get the other raw materials they needed.

The cruelest thing is not the disillusionment of hope, but the disillusionment of hope again.Obviously being given a new opportunity, but can only watch it pass by, and the palm of the hand wants to hold it tightly, but it will only pass faster.

"Everything is ready." Ginny said to Hermione, that brave, beautiful red-haired girl seemed to be a little less alive, with the same appearance and the same smile, but deeply tired and dead. .

Hermione nodded, the past busy month had exhausted all the energy in her body: "Well, no matter what, there must be a proper funeral."

Yes, funerals.

Ron might have envisioned being able to attend his best friend's funeral, but he hadn't imagined it would be when they were both so young.

Harry's body was well preserved, although it was cold, it was unexpectedly soft, even the curvature of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.

The hall of Hogwarts temporarily served as the main venue for the funeral. The black coffin was parked on the steps, and the dark color swallowed up all the surrounding light, making people have to increase the brightness of the ceiling.

Everyone has entered to witness the funeral of the savior who did not save the world.

No, in a sense, he still saved the world.

The wedding was organized by Hermione.She doesn't know what a wizarding funeral is supposed to be like, but she does what she can to see her best friend off.

Everyone sang a requiem.

"You erase the sins of the world and give him rest; you erase the sins of the world and give him rest!"

Snape was like a log, standing stiffly among the crowd, his lips murmured, struggling to sing the requiem with the crowd.

If he hadn't told Potter to go find the Dark Lord...

The singing gradually subsided, and a requiem was over.

There are not too many memorial speeches, and the paleness of the words can no longer bear all that person has paid.

It's good that we know.They thought so.

"Fall in the coffin!" someone said, going through the process of the funeral.

The black lacquered coffin lid was lifted and slid onto the frame of the coffin. The sound of wood rubbing against each other was heavy, echoing in the huge hall.

"Bang!" The coffin lid finally fitted the coffin.

"Fix the coffin!"

The black and plain iron wedge was finally taken out, and the dark color sharply impacted the retinas of all present, in this bright hall, it was like sudden ink dots on white paper.The man in black and holding a hammer was like the god of death in hell. He finally raised his arm and hit it hard.

"Boom!" A muffled sound made everyone's breathing stagnate.The iron nails sank inch by inch into the grain of the wood, which reminds people of the bone nail, which was also nailed into Jesus' wrist one by one.The coffin gave out a painful cry, which was heavy, hoarse and made people weep.

The iron wedge was finally crucified, the last gap between the coffin lid and the coffin was wiped away, and the Savior fell into pure darkness.

"Silence."

Before everyone bowed their heads, the door of the hall was suddenly rushed open, and a large wave of people dressed in black rushed in.

In the bright hall, even if all the people attending the funeral were dressed in black, the black on everyone's body was not as pure and deep as the coffin parked on the steps.

Once entering the hall, the most conspicuous thing is naturally the solemn coffin.

"Voldemort!" Ron immediately pulled out his wand, with unnatural red eyes, he waited fiercely for the man, he never had the courage before, "Get out! We don't want to start a war now."

The Demon King standing in front of all the Death Eaters didn't even give him a look. The Demon King just stared at the coffin. His ruby-like eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, which was terrifying.

There was not much expression on his face, he was as stiff as a sculpture, but the hostility in his body made Bella dare not get too close.

Finally, he moved his lips, revealing a hint of ferocity in his handsome features.

"Open the coffin!"

The author has something to say: Well, the original setting is not like this. Sure enough, I abandoned my setting again...

Yimeng Fusheng threw a landmine

Xiao Fu threw a mine

The star officer dropped a mine

PAI throws a grenade

Zi Lianxie threw a mine

Zi Lianxie threw a mine

Yimeng Fusheng threw a landmine

Yimeng Fusheng threw a landmine

Thanks to the girls who threw mines this month, it’s been too long since I’ve updated, I don’t even remember how many girls threw mines, I’m guilty...

Hahahaha, the next update will end hahahaha, the next time it will end directly hahaha [should be ORZ...

Visually, there are still [-] characters, um, that's it.

☆、The ending chapter from March to May 2001

Dismantling?

Not even the Death Eaters expected their lord to order this.

Regardless of the culture in which region, opening the coffin that has been fixed is a great disrespect to the deceased, and it disturbs the peace of the deceased.

And the Lord asked them to dismantle the coffin at a dead man's funeral?

But they were only stunned for a moment, and immediately understood: Voldemort and Harry Potter hated each other so much that they wanted to destroy each other, so what's so strange about it?

Therefore, the Death Eaters who thought they had guessed the devil's intention rushed towards the coffin, forcefully tearing away the last small area of ​​solemn atmosphere around the coffin.

"Who dares! Who dares!" Ron roared, his voice was deafening, almost piercing his vocal cords, his throat began to ache as if being torn, but he still yelled hoarsely, as if this would save some of the time from facing the Dark Lord. of fear.

But in front of the Death Eaters, they were still as immature as children.

They are not ready to fight.They also wore soft black robes instead of hard armor, and they wore formal black leather shoes instead of light and durable military boots. In front of a large number of Death Eaters, they looked like their claws had not hardened kitten.They didn't even think about running away because Harry was here.

Almost instantly, they were pinned down by the Death Eaters.

Bella laughed shrilly, and with her wand roughly pulled out the newly driven wedge.There was another bang, and the coffin lid was mercilessly pushed away.The gate of hell was knocked open, and the Death Eaters dragged out the lone soul who had just stepped through the gate, intending to expose it to the sun and accept even crueler revenge.

They were absolutely certain that the Lord would be happy to see the more broken body of the Savior.

Bella is no exception.She is extremely keen on this kind of game of torturing opponents, and she likes to hear their wailing, screaming, and begging for mercy.Although the savior couldn't give any reaction, just looking at that lifeless face was enough to relieve one's anger.

She reached out to the open coffin and listened with satisfaction as Hermione screamed "Don't touch him", raising the Savior's lifeless arm in a very insulting manner.

After staying for not even a second, a red light opened her fiercely, almost nailing her to the wall behind with so much magic power.Bellacritus screamed, convulsed all over, bearing the pain of the bone-cutting curse, and looked at the caster in amazement.

"Lord!" she screamed, prostrate on the ground trying to tear off the demon king's robe.

The Demon King was stingy and didn't even give him a look.

The noble and powerful assailant just strode towards the coffin, and his steps were even a little frivolous and staggering.

In just one month, that lifeless face that belonged to Harry has gradually become unfamiliar.Harry's skin was pale because of the time jump damage, but it was by no means this dead blue gray; Harry's facial features were vivid, but by no means delicate and fragile; Harry's limbs were powerful because of war, never this kind Weak.

This is definitely not Harry Potter!

Ha, Harry Potter is long dead!

Tom Riddle felt that suffocating sense of restraint again, more than 50 years later, one March.

On March 2001, 3, after he ascended the throne of the wizarding world, after he completely became the leader of the British wizarding world, after he watched that person being swallowed lifelessly by the abyss, after he cruelly And after willingly erasing his last hope of survival with his own hands, Ming Pan returned all his memories and triumphantly announced his victory.

See, anyone who tries to change the trajectory of fate will not end well.

See, anyone who jumps through time and space will have to pay an equal price.

The price of jumping 70 years is life?

This is a game called fate, whether conscious or not, the body cannot resist the manipulation of puppet strings.Everyone is just a character on the puppet stage, but the manipulator has changed from "fate" to "fate".One controls the past, the other monitors the future, with no respite left.

□□The devil king of all things is just one of them.

At this time, the Demon King just stood at the mouth of the coffin like a sculpture, feeling the long pain coming from his chest in surprise and in a daze.

Like a child looking at the world with surprise eyes, he was surprised to find that he still had reasons for heartache, pitiful and pathetic.

"Lord?" All the Death Eaters at the funeral felt that something was wrong.

But Tom Riddle didn't have the energy to pay them any attention.

It had been a long time since he had tasted what "pain" was.

He had stripped this human instinct from his soul long ago, and sealed it together with regret, sadness, begging... into a soul piece, even if he swallowed and absorbed the soul piece later, this feeling has long been dissociated and has never harassed him again .

He is the Dark Lord, who can hurt him and make him feel pain?

It hurts, it hurts.

All the Death Eaters saw their king staggering, barely holding on to the black frame of the coffin, and they hurried to cry out.

"Voldemort, you fucking duel with me!" Ron was so angry that almost everyone was struggling to jump at the powerful killer.Even Snape, who was suppressed heavily, couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Shut up!" the Demon King roared, glaring at Ron viciously, his red eyes were burning like flames, and even the corners of his eyes began to turn red. The glare and horror reminded people of the battlefield where the gunpowder smoke had not yet dispersed, death, destruction, corpses, and so on. There is blood that is transpiring, winding, and not yet coagulated.

"Please...at least... let him be buried..." who was choking up, pricking his spine and demanding.

Tom looked at the speaker coldly, wishing he could immediately draw out his wand to make that person unable to speak forever.

Burial, he didn't like that word.

He stood beside the coffin, looking down at the face he had been familiar with for more than 20 years, with handsome features and hideous features.

——I am not peaceful, so don't think about peace!

He bent down, and under the gaze of everyone, he personally picked up the lifeless corpse. Feeling the cold and soft skin, Tom could only tighten his wrists, trying to hold back the body that was gradually passing away. vitality.

Harry was always so cruel, he thought, pressing the man's face to his chest.

The man asked him to clearly remember how those hands killed Harry every time he raised his hands. How is this not cruel?

He carried Harry towards the door.

This is where the link went wrong?Why is it completely different from what he imagined?

Indeed, no one wants to be wrong in the first place.

Is he wrong?Tom Riddle is a little confused, but the slightest hesitation is fleeting, Tom Riddle never regrets, he never prays for salvation, he despises weakness.

He steeled himself, hugging Harry's body, pitifully, pathetically, making his steps a bit more steady.Even so, his steps were still slow and strenuous, his ribs seemed to be empty and painful, constantly making him see clearly the fact that he least wanted to see clearly:

—He, killed Harry Potter with his own hands.

He was so alone in his glory, so alone that not a single enemy remained.

But how could he succumb to fate?How he resigned himself to fate!He is a gangster, he even wants to gang up on his life!

"You must atone, Severus, save him, and I will not hold you accountable for betrayal."

Halfway there, he stopped and looked wildly at the unkempt potions master.

Riddle said this in front of everyone.Everyone's eyes widened, and even Snape, who was named, didn't understand what it meant.

"Lord," Snape calmed down quickly, bowed his head respectfully, and the extinguished hope began to spark again, "Before tonight, there may be hope, but I need a lot of materials, many... materials that are difficult to obtain."

The handsome devil looked at Snape frantically: "All, all Death Eaters are at your command!"

Gathering the power of the entire wizarding world, he doesn't believe that he can't end this game connected with fate!

He woke up and watched all this blankly.

"Good morning, Harry." There was a young man leaning against the head of the bed, licking his smooth upper body, with the quilt stretched to his abdomen, revealing a perfect mermaid line.The man with black hair and red eyes was so handsome and beautiful that no one dared to stare at him.

He looked at him, and suddenly had the urge to cry.

He was Harry Potter, just Harry Potter.There's no deep meaning to this, it's just literal.

Yes, just Harry Potter.

For Harry Potter, every day is his birthday.Oh, maybe you'll laugh, Harry, your wish has finally come true!And he will look at you in confusion: Excuse me, miss, have we met before?

Every day is his birthday, every day he is a newborn, at least every morning, he is as ignorant as a newborn.

All he remembered was his name was Harry Potter.This name symbolizes responsibility, and it has long been engraved in every bone of his body.

His memory is only one day, just like a goldfish's memory is only seven seconds.

"Tom Riddle, your lover and partner." The young man leaned over, kissed the corner of his mouth under his blank gaze, and gestured to him patiently and carefully, just like a parent teaching a child.

Harry, ignorant and ignorant, nodded half-understood.

"Get up quickly, we have to take care of the manor, the roses are blooming." The young man named Tom, who claimed to be his lover, was the first to lift the quilt and get out of bed, and put his strong back and back indifferently. The ambiguous red marks on the upper body are displayed in the eyes of others.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and after a sudden reaction, he only felt his face turn red.

In fact, he has not forgotten everything. He still remembers all survival instincts, all the habits of life, how to write, how to speak, and how to release magic, but he has forgotten everyone and everything that happened.

This is a manor. Standing in front of the window and looking into the distance, the goal is a shrub that can barely see the edge. It is the beginning of May, when the roses are in full bloom, and large tracts of roses are covered in the green shrubs. enthusiasm.

"Come and have breakfast." The handsome young man said with a smile while holding a plate, and turned Harry's gaze back from the rose.

Harry sat down at the dining table cautiously. The huge restaurant was luxurious, but only two people were seated. Harry was a little unaccustomed to this atmosphere, and he racked his brains to find a topic.

"Why...why did I become like this?" He asked, why was his memory limited to only one day?

The young man sitting beside him froze for a moment, his crimson eyes were especially beautiful under the sunlight.

"Because of my negligence, you... were injured, probably... this is the sequelae." He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled softly, "I will watch you, even if you don't remember anything, it doesn't matter. "

"Thank you." Harry replied subconsciously.

The person in front of him is still a stranger to him, even if this person claims to be his lover and partner.

Everything...is a little bit out of harmony.

They weren't the only two of them in the manor, and Harry could sense some house-elves watching him quietly in the corner.The fighting instinct hidden in his body played a role, raising his observation ability to the limit.

Then, he saw the wizard.

A man in a silver cloak with beautiful platinum blonde hair.

He obviously didn't expect to meet Harry either.The resurrection of the savior shocked him, and his relationship with the Lord made him even more confused.

But he is only responsible for carrying out the task.

Thinking of this, he just nodded to the savior, walked around him, and walked towards the devil with a shovel and boots.

Even though the demon king took off his frightening black cloak, the domineering aura was still there, making people prostrate on the ground, feeling small.

"Lord," Malfoy leaned slightly, "according to Severus Snape's last wish, I had him buried in Godric's Hollow."

Tom nodded knowingly.Turning around to continue his work, carefully and patiently tending the roses in the manor.He looked down on Severus Snape's cowardice, liked a girl but didn't dare to say it out, didn't even try to fight for it, silently watched that person fall into the arms of others, and finally endured loneliness alone.But it is undeniable that he is indeed an excellent potion master. He saved Harry and paid the price with his life for it.

There is an equal or greater price to pay for any powerful dark arts.

The price of bringing the dead back to life is another life.

"Tom," Harry couldn't help but say, "Severus, who is it?"

Young Malfoy looked away without showing any surprise.

"Why do you want to know who he is?"

Harry also seemed a little puzzled. He lowered his head, his neck was exposed to the sun, and the red mark on his collarbone was very clear, embarrassing Malfoy, whose eyes were wandering.

After a while, he raised his head and said firmly, "I think I know him."

Tom's eyes darkened for a moment, and the color in the irises instantly deepened, turning as dark red as blood coagulation.He smiled and shook his head, full of hope and concern: "What do you remember? Probably the medicine you took yesterday has worked. Don't worry, it will get better one day, and you will remember it too."

Harry could see that Tom didn't want to answer that question.

He didn't even ask.

Harry knows nothing about the world, he can only get all the information through Tom.

"I'm going out for a while, you can walk around," said Tom, putting on his black cloak, and going out of the closet.

He started to tour the manor alone, and he couldn't say alone. He could keenly sense that someone was hiding about ten meters away from him, and the surveillance was also protecting him.

Harry walked in a daze until he reached the end of the rose bush, and vaguely saw the iron gate of the manor.

"Araho Cave is open."

"Fractured."

"I can't help it, Hermione, this damn counter-curse not only doesn't apparate, it can't even fly the broom! The door can't fucking open!" Who is complaining angrily?

"Keep your voice down Ron!"

Harry found the voice strangely familiar.He quickly pushed aside the branches of the bushes in front of him, and the back of his hand was scratched by rose thorns.The person hiding behind him hastened to speed up, following step by step.

When he fell out of the rose panting and saw the figures of those two people, he heard them exclaim:

"Harry!"

Harry stared blankly at the two familiar faces, and his head started to heat up.

"…Hermione, Ron?"

"You think of us?" The fiery-haired young man looked at him with ecstasy, his hand holding the iron fence turned white from the exertion.

Harry looked at their eager eyes and couldn't bear to shake his head.He just heard them call each other that.

Suddenly someone stood up behind him, wearing a black cloak, directly blocking their line of sight, interrupting their communication.He raised his hand and fired a spark with his wand. In almost ten seconds, dozens of people dressed in the same clothes came out of the flowers and restrained the two men aggressively.

"Please leave immediately." The leader of the Death Eaters said, with no intention of harming them.

In fact, the Lord had no intention of killing them.

Looking at all this, Harry felt a turmoil in his mind, as if something was stirring his nerves, causing him unbearable pain.

"Harry! Harry!" The beautiful woman was forced to leave, still screaming loudly, "Don't believe him! Don't believe what he told you! Ugh!" The Death Eater covered his mouth and forcibly led him away.

Don't trust... him?

It seems... There was someone who held back tears and drew similar words on the paper with a quill pen that was not stained with ink.

Harry was confused, and felt that sense of incongruity became more and more obvious.

"Mr. Potter, go back as soon as possible." The Death Eater in black said, hiding again.

As night fell, it was time to fall asleep.

"You still need to drink the medicine, Harry." The young man looked at him with gentle eyes, "After drinking the medicine, maybe you can remember it tomorrow."

Harry nodded obediently.

"I'm going to get the medicine."

Harry sat on the head of the bed in his loose pajamas, surveying the bedroom.The lamp on the bedside table attracted him.He always felt that the lampshade of that desk lamp was a bit strange. Through the light, one place was darker than others.Harry leaned over curiously, squatted down, and raised his head.

The light from the desk lamp was a bit harsh, and Harry got used to it for a while, and he couldn't help but blink because of the physical tears.

When his vision was finally clear, he saw a string of scribbled letters. The lines and turns of the letters made him feel familiar, as if... this was his handwriting.

"Don't..." He struggled to identify what was written on it, "Drink... medicine.",

Don't drink medicine?

"Harry." Someone called his name, he stood up in a panic, and when he turned his head, he found Tom standing at the door holding a medicine bottle, looking at him expressionlessly, his eyes were as red as blood.

"What are you doing?" he asked, parting his mouth, and placed the glass bottle containing the brown potion on the bedside. The sound of the glass colliding with wood startled Harry, "Come and drink the potion."

The sense of disobedience became stronger and stronger, making him feel uncomfortable.

"I don't want to take medicine today." Harry pursed his lips and stood on the other side of the bed, stubbornly resisting.

The last trace of the forced smile on the young man's face finally faded, and the facial features that had lost their expression looked distorted and terrifying.

"Be good, Harry." He stared at him with red eyes, holding the glass bottle in his hand.

Tom Riddle looked at Harry's sleeping face, the gentle and elegant image of the day had completely disappeared.He walked to the desk lamp, grabbed the lampshade and lifted it up, staring sharply at the line inside the lampshade.

He squinted his eyes, his dark pupils contracted, and the color of his irises became darker.

He grabbed the lamp and opened the bedroom door, naturally someone was waiting outside the door.

"Lord."

The tall devil threw the lamp on the ground, and said in a cold tone, "I don't want similar things to happen in the future, so burn this up."

"Yes."

The Death Eater couldn't figure it out.Since you don't want the savior to remember it, why not simply "forget everything" and spend so much time configuring a time-limited forgetting potion?But he only slandered secretly, not daring to show any dissatisfaction in front of the Demon King.

That's a gangster!

He didn't understand, but Malfoy, who personally prepared the forgetting potion, understood.

The Harry who has completely lost his memory, the Harry who does not remember the past, the Harry who has not experienced war and get along with each other, is no longer Harry.And what the Dark Lord did was to suppress Harry and enjoy the meekness of Harry who knew nothing.I couldn't bear to strangle Harry, and I couldn't have a sober Harry, so I could only make a sad compromise, continue in this way, and stay with him in a self-deceiving way.

Tom Riddle just saved one hope.I hope that one day, Harry, who thinks of everything, can take the initiative to give him a hug.

But before that day, before hope, there was more despair.

Harry, who thought of everything, would only leave, or choose to die.

That being the case, let the magic potion continue this kind of life that can appease him a little.

Perhaps, the so-called fate is just a kind of stealing, constant copying and repetition.

"Good morning, dear Harry." He opened his eyes and smiled, creating a gentle environment.

The real world and the world of fairy tales may not be the same.

The author has something to say: this is the end of the text.There should be no unfinished ending... I have imagined the ending for a long time...

《47天改造》在2014年11月23日终于完结，历时一年三个月又三天。驴也很不好意思，30万字就写了一年。

This article is the first long article I tried to write. The previous articles were probably less than 15 words.

"47" has been conceived for a long time, and the horoscope setting was very big at the beginning. When I started the article, I was still hesitant, not knowing whether my writing could hold up.Later, it turned out that ORZ did not hold up...

HP colleagues are losing heat, and it is not easy to write all the way.I don’t just want to write about love, I want to write a lot of things, I want to show a world, project the real world into the novel, I praise what I love, and satire what I hate, but the result is not satisfactory, Sure enough, it's still too immature.

Along the way, what I see most is the mixed evaluation of Harry.Admittedly I didn't write well, and Harry's performance wasn't well written.I put myself in, hypothetical situation, how I would deal with it, it might be more humane, cowardly, and ill-considered, but Harry's performance is the most natural performance I can imagine.

From the perspective of God, we naturally have the right to evaluate this way and that way, because we look at the overall situation and understand the cause and effect.

Harry is a character that I admire a lot.From "Harry Potter" to "Lord of the Rings", there are often not many people who are loyal to the protagonist.Because the protagonist has the most appearances, we take their goodness for granted and gradually ignore it.And often, once the protagonist makes a mistake, it will be infinitely magnified and used as material for criticism.

I once said this to my friends: I like the character of Harry, I like his advantages and disadvantages, I like his bravery and fearlessness, and I like his recklessness and clumsiness.Because I like Harry, I like his actor Daniel, and I like Gryffindor.Because I like Harry, so I like everyone who pays for Harry, like James, like Lily, like Ron, like Hermione, like Dumbledore, like Lupine Sirius, like the professor, like Longbottom... I like There are too many people, I like it so much that I can't bear to discredit them.

For me, Lord Rowling not only created the world of Harry Potter, but also created the spiritual realm of Harry Potter