[HP] 47 Days Transformation

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PS: I feel a little bit heartbroken when I think of the fact that the forums are full of pirated articles after the end...

How should I put it, while "Thank you for sharing", can you thank the author?

PPS: The main text is over, I am not sure about the extra episode, the customization cannot be done for the time being, and the donkey is also very sad...

☆、Twenty Questions about Extra Sexuality

"This way." The tall and handsome young man smiled and led the curious Harry into the conference room that the author had prepared for a long time.

The conference room was very quiet, except for Harry and Tom, there was no one else.The conference room was simply horrible, with the only decoration other than a central bench being a huge whiteboard hanging from the wall.

"Tom, didn't you say it was an interview? Why... didn't you see the reporter?" Harry raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled.

Tom narrowed his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the huge whiteboard.

——Hello, I am horoscope, and I will host this interview.

Words suddenly appeared on the whiteboard.

"Fate?" The Demon King, who had never heard of this term, frowned and stared sharply at the whiteboard.

Harry lowered his head, always feeling that this word was inexplicably familiar, and when he said it silently a few times, there was a suffocating sense of despair.

——Let’s start the interview now.Your names.

"Harry Potter."

"Tom Riddle."

The writing on the whiteboard floated for a while, as if mocking the hypocrisy of the Demon King.

——The second question, Tom Riddle or Voldemort, which one do you prefer?

Tom's eyes suddenly sank.

Harry frowned, turned to look at the expressionless young man: "Tom, who is Voldemort?"

The moment the young man met Harry's eyes, the corners of his lips twitched: "It's just an insignificant person, please answer the question quickly."

"Well, Tom, that other name... makes me look uncomfortable." Harry pursed his lips, suppressing the ups and downs in his heart unconsciously.

"Don't read if you feel uncomfortable, next question."

—Mr. Riddle, please answer the previous question.

The demon king's cold eyes scratched across the white board, but the natal chart did not exist, and the natal chart transcended life. Even if he was as powerful as him, he was powerless in front of the natal chart.

"Harry says so, and I think so," replied Tom coldly.

——The fourth question, your age.

"About... more than 20?"

"You're twenty, Harry. And I'm seventy-five."

——The fifth question, there is a 55-year age difference between you, and Mr. Riddle may have passed away 55 years earlier. So, what should Mr. Porter do?

The young man leaned on the back of the chair without any waves on his expression.

"No, I have already flown away from death."

Hearing these words, Harry felt his heart stop beating suddenly.

——Then to put it another way, Mr. Potter doesn't have the ability to live forever, and the space-time jump has cut his lifespan. Mr. Riddle, what should you do?

Harry couldn't read what the chart was saying.But Tom beside him suddenly twisted his face.

"I said, I flew away from death, and I have the ability to make him fly away from death!"

—Will Mr. Potter allow it?

"I refuse to answer that question." Tom's eyes were so thick they seemed to drip.

Harry just looked blank.

——Okay, the eighth question, how far has your emotion progressed?

Harry stared blankly at the whiteboard, his emerald green eyes so clear that the words on the whiteboard were reflected.The savior scratched his messy hair helplessly, with a bitter expression on his face: "Sorry, I can't remember, for me, today is even the first day I know him."

"It's okay," Tom bowed his head and kissed the corner of the savior's eyes, "as long as I remember, he is my lover."

The words on the whiteboard flashed again, laughing silently at this flawed lie.

——The ninth question, where did you first meet?

"Orphanage, you brought me home."

Harry couldn't believe it: "But... aren't you 55 years older than me?"

Tom's eyes flickered: "You...jumped time and space."

Harry thought about it.

——When you met for the first time, how did it affect the other party?

"Very... warm." Tom played with Harry's fingers.

--haha, really?

"Really." Tom answered quietly.

How could it be true?

What happened when he was four years old, he still doesn't remember the specific details, but he can still feel the anger and disappointment at that time.He could still vaguely remember how Harry hugged the boy tenderly, but couldn't smile at him.

That boy... is called Billy, isn't he?

But after all, who can be calm in the face of this murderer who killed his relatives?If it was him, he would have strangled that person long ago, right?

Sure enough, Harry was still too soft-hearted.

He turned sideways again and kissed the corner of the Savior's eyes.

——No. 12 questions, is there something that the two of you are hiding from each other?

"Sorry, I don't remember." Harry said the same thing.He even felt that in this interview, he was just a display.

Tom stroked Harry's hair, his expression was gentle, but falsely chilling: "There is no secret between us, it's just that you can't remember it."

The fate plate smiled silently, and did not point it out, allowing him to deceive himself and others.

——No. 13 questions, some people think that Mr. Porter is "hypocritical", "unsteady", "cruel and irresponsible", what do you want to say about this, Mr. Riddle?

Tom didn't answer the question about the horoscope, but just wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, his eyes were gentle but reproachful: "Look, you worked so hard in the past, but no one understood, why go back to them again? Isn't it good to be around?"

Harry didn't speak, just stared blankly at the words on the screen, his heart aching unrelievedly.

——No. 14 questions, what do you hate about each other?

The horoscope does not pay attention to the atmosphere in the venue, it looks at all this with cold eyes, and proceeds the entire interview process calmly.

"No, Tom is nice and gentle." Harry smiled, causing Tom's eyes to light up suddenly.

"No, Harry is fine too," Tom replied.

He actually hated a lot of things about Harry.

He hated Harry's disgusting sense of justice, hated Harry's inexplicable kindness, and even more hated Harry's sense of responsibility and morality.Harry always puts too much emphasis on rewards. When others treat him well, he wants to repay him, ten times, a hundred times or even a thousand times. That's why he refuses to stay in the comfortable past, so he wants to bear the name of saving the wizarding world .

His partner needed him, so he went back without hesitation; he needed him, but he didn't stay.

——Question No.15, Mr. Potter, would you like to retrieve your memory?

"Of course I would." Harry answered without thinking.

——Then, I can put the memory into your soul, all you need to do is nod your head.

Tom clenched his fists suddenly, his aura continued to rise, and the magic power stored in his body began to overflow unsteadily.

Harry also saw that something was wrong with Tom, and his joyful mood instantly turned into hesitation.

"Don't agree, Harry." Tom's eyes became deeper and darker, and the original red had settled down, like ink.

The handsome devil even started to beg, he looked at him, refused to look away, and stared at him firmly: "I beg you, Harry."

Harry's breathing came suddenly.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's only been a few minutes.He finally lowered his head and buried himself in the arms of the Demon King.

"I see." Harry replied.

——The following questions need to be answered separately, I hope for your understanding. Question No.16 is only answered by Mr. Porter.

Before the words on the whiteboard dissipated, Tom's figure in the room was blocked by the horoscope.

--Do you love him?

Harry looked around awkwardly because of Tom's sudden disappearance.

He thought hard: "I don't know. I only knew him for a day. Since he said I was his lover, then I think I should love him."

——Question No.17 is only answered by Mr. Riddle. Do you think Harry who lost his personality and memory is still Harry?Or just the equivalent of a smart doll?

"I refuse to answer." Tom's hand curled up, his palm had already touched the handle of the wand, and his magic power was on the verge of collapse.

He deceived himself into ignoring the fact for so long, but was exposed naked/naked/naked like this, forced to see the fact clearly with his head held down, and was forced to feel the pain of being torn apart...

He finally drew out his wand, and recklessly cast all kinds of curses at the whiteboard. His facial features were distorted and his expression was ferocious, which made people frightened.

But who is the opponent?

The horoscope, or the god who dominates history.

The whiteboard is undamaged

It looked at the other party venting coldly, and sneered and asked the next question.

——Have you ever thought about restoring his memory and impressing him with moral means?

"He won't be moved." Tom gasped slightly, his mind filled with anger cleared up a bit, he calmed down a bit, but he sneered again, "He'll just turn around and point his wand at me, Beside him stood his Dumbledore's Army."

He said: "Erase his memory, I will only suffer, restore his memory, I will go crazy."

——Why don't you completely erase the memory?

The fate is in hot pursuit.

Tom made no intention of answering.He just sat on that bench.

The words on the whiteboard flashed, and the fate chart laughed.

——The answer is obvious, because you don't want to and don't dare, you don't want to turn Harry into a smart doll, you don't dare to kill Harry completely.

Tom said nothing, and made no sign of anger.He just looked at that sentence blankly, silent.His anger seemed to have been vented all at once.

He had no way of refuting.

Indeed, in the same body, if the memory is wrong for any second, it is no longer the original person.

The horoscope seems to have had enough.It finally removed the barrier between the two.

Harry saw a silent Tom.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Harry pressed his hand to the young man's face worriedly, feeling cold in his palm.

"It's okay." Tom put his arms around Harry and hugged him hard.

——No. 20 questions and the last question.Do you think you will love each other forever?

The devil suddenly felt a little chilly, and the uncertainty and hesitation made him lose his mind.

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Harry, who couldn't remember anything, nodded with a smile, very sure.

The tall and handsome young man smiled, his face was pale, he pressed his slightly trembling lips to the corner of the savior's eyes again, and murmured almost reverently: "Yes."

Will love forever?

Will do.

— how ironic.

Facing the empty conference room, the horoscope commented coldly.

The author has something to say: I originally planned to have a piece of meat at the request of the girls in the group, but it ended up being too much for five hundred words ╮(╯▽╰)╭

One hundred questions about sexuality that I said before, I saw that one hundred questions were too unpopular, so I went through the content of the article myself. Although there are only twenty questions, each question is full of meaning ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Thank you girls for the mine grenades and bazookas, okay, as a gift in return, I'll give you a sideshow in the next chapter!

In addition, there is no girl who wants to write a long comment for the donkey QAQ!

☆, extra hope

No one dared to spy on that room easily, even if there were curious groans and whimpers from that room.

"Harry, Harry..." Tom entangled his belongings like a snake, skin to skin, and the difference in temperature Harry shivered, his physiological reaction made him close his body unconsciously, and the warm tunnel became tighter That horrible and hideous intruder.

The intruder tasted the sweetness and sank even more ferociously into the depths.

"Don't, don't!" The chaotic young man who was completely controlled by instinct and pleasure began to resist like an electric shock. He put his palms on the bed and tried to break free from the intruder, but he fell powerlessly on the soft mattress.

The intruder became more presumptuous and swelled even more triumphantly. The ferocious blue veins on the stick pressed against the soft wall, and the high heat of the organs was transmitted to the intruder through contact, giving Harry the illusion of being in a raging fire.

"Stop, stop quickly..." He had never felt such painful and crazy pleasure|sensation, he stretched out his hand to grab the sheet, even his knuckles turned white from the force, he moved forward desperately Climbing, delusional to escape the horrific whipping behind him.

The heat source under his body seemed to have left a little bit. After escaping from the envelopment of the people behind him, the slightly cool air couldn't wait to pour into his nasal cavity, mouth and lungs, making him feel a little more comfortable.

But only for a moment.

He was pulled back cruelly, like being dragged into hell by the devil, and thrown into the scorching flames again.

The body was ruthlessly entered, and the intruding weapon was even thicker and more ferocious, with the heat of burning the soul, making him almost collapse.

"Ah! I'm not coming, Tom, um... I don't want to come!" He resisted with red eyes, and the pleasure hit him, causing his consciousness to fall into chaos again.The taste of the forbidden | fruit is too wonderful, and the strange pleasure makes him start to be afraid.

"I love you, Harry, remember!" Tom's eyes were bloodshot, he didn't care about the savior's resistance at all.He put his arms around Harry's neck and accelerated his lower movements even harder.

The arms around the neck were like shackles, making Harry feel suffocated even with a little struggle.

The action is cruel, but it makes people's blood rush.

The devil put his chest on the smooth back of the savior, and kissed his slightly trembling shoulders.

Sex is just a derivative of love, but when love has nowhere to rest, sex becomes the best outlet.

Tom knew it was wrong and futile, but he couldn't find a way out.

He is like a traveler who can only quench his thirst with sea water. Because he is thirsty, he has to drink. The more he drinks, the thirstier he becomes. The thirstier he gets, the more he drinks. Finally, he died of thirst on the blue sea.

Pleasure|feeling accumulates bit by bit, like waves rising layer by layer, and then they are photographed fiercely.

The devil's eyes were red, and he put his hands on the shoulders of the person under him, and firmly embedded him on the bed.He bit the young man's soft neck without hesitation, and like a wild beast, he pushed his genitals into his partner's body as much as possible, pouring all the sperm into the man's abdominal cavity.

The most vulnerable inside was severely stimulated, the savior wanted to make a sound with his mouth, but the mixture of pain and pleasure made his mind go blank, and he couldn't even control his vocal cords.

The body trembled, and the legs opened by the man twitched, unable to close.

It was hot and painful.

Harry sniffed, feeling the kiss on his back, and closed his eyes.

It turns out that two men make|love, is that it?

Both Muggles and wizards have probably used such sentences to describe the scene at four o'clock in the morning.

The sky was white with fish belly.

At four o'clock in the morning, the morning sun just pierced through the layers of clouds and reached the earth.The moon has not faded, but there is only a faint shadow left.

No light has yet set foot in the castle with the curtains drawn.

Harry woke up.

He seems to have been asleep for a long time.

The dryness of the eyes directly stimulated the secretion of the lacrimal glands. The physiological tears made the eyes feel better, and the vision gradually became clearer. Tom Riddle caught the eyes.

They are intertwined in an extremely intimate posture, embracing and sleeping, as holy and beautiful as swans crossing their necks.But they are naked, their limbs are entangled, and they are as obscene as mating snakes.

The young man stared blankly at the posture of the two, feeling the temperature from the other body.

He stared fixedly at the devil's exquisite facial features, even the darkness could not conceal the color of those eyes.

He moved, burying himself deeper into the Demon King's arms.He rested his head under the man's chin and closed his eyes.

Maybe, he still wants to... sleep a little longer.

—When the dawn breaks through the night, hope begins to stir.

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