[HP] 47 Days Transformation

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☆, September 1943, 12

In the blink of an eye, four months have passed, and 1943 is coming to an end. The end connected by the time jumper has moved forward quietly for 17 years. At the other end, 2001, the second hand also abides by its duties, witnessing the 40 days, minutes and seconds. elapsed.

In the beginning, the young man was frenzied, not afraid of the long years, and vowed to be full of ambition.Only when he suddenly wakes up, he realizes that time is running out.

Time is running out, but the present has not changed.How history is recorded, how time evolves.

Harry Potter was helpless, waiting desperately for the death bell to ring.

But the horoscope does not intend to stop there, and continues to spread.

Just like this time.

Tom is finishing his Christmas holiday thesis.

The handsome Slytherin has a good handwriting, slender and soft, and the right hooks between the letters add a bit of elegance.

The nib of the quill is slightly bent upwards, leaving a tangent point in contact with the paper. The steel nib reflects the orange light in the lounge, making a "rustling" sound.This seems to be a warm and breezy picture.

"Seven is a magical number," Slytherin wrote, writing words with an incomprehensible ecstasy, "as seen in primitive astronomy.

"The ancient wizards calculated the time calculation system based on seven days during the rotation of the seven major planets. Among the constellations that can be observed, the Ursa Major constellation where the Big Dipper is located is the brightest and most important. Even in magic Among them, the seven-pointed star array is regarded as the most powerful and uncontrollable magic array. The processes and materials of many powerful potions are related to seven. For example, compound decoction requires seven ingredients...

"Coincidentally, the Muggle world also respects the uniqueness of the seven. The records in the Bible about the seven-day rape, the seven deadly sins, and the seven-pointed star map are all in incredible agreement with the conclusions drawn by wizards. The ancient Greeks believed that the world It is composed of rectangles, triangles and circles, and the sum of its angles is exactly seven...

"This seems a bit illusory, but we might as well come up with an idea. Seven is a very magical number. And can the effects of spells, potions, and magic circles be increased by 'seven'?"

Tom's pen paused, and he wrote calmly and restrainedly:

— “This has yet to be proven.”

Tom still couldn't stop transforming into Voldemort.

Even though he promised Harry "just Tom Riddle" in the Chamber of Secrets, and even if he promised not to do excessive things, no one can stop his pursuit of power in theory.Of course, theory will eventually develop into practice.

Once evolution begins, it does not stop easily.

The time left for Harry had already started counting down.

This year's Christmas has been extraordinarily peaceful, and also extraordinarily dull.

Tom didn't plan to spend this Christmas with Harry, and he submitted the application for staying in school under Harry's silent expression.

But the prefects of Slytherin will never be alone, as long as he wants, he can have fake friendships at any time, and he can find someone who is willing to accompany him at any time.

Even though the Christmas holidays, the Ministry of Magic still has many wizards left behind.

"This is the deputy director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic." Abraxas, who had already graduated, dressed more and more gorgeously, introduced to the black-haired boy beside him with a smile, and then turned to the flattering official, "Tom Riddle, my junior."

"Hello!"

Tom nodded, nodding with a smile.

Even though Malfoy just said "my junior" lightly, how could the Slytherins who are good at adapting to the wind not hear the twists and turns in it.What schoolboys, let Malfoy, who has always been defiant, introduce them to them?

Besides, it wasn't the first time they had heard of the name Tom Riddle.From the unexpected new Slytherin, to the outstanding Slytherin, to the Slytherin prefect, and the possibility of becoming the head of the student union next year, from their children, they can understand how good this boy is.

So, they leaned forward, introduced themselves impassionedly, graciously opened the way for Slytherin to enter the political|political world, and betrayed their friends and bosses behind their backs.

This kind of person, with a strong character but not a flattery, awe-inspiring but not embarrassing, is annoying.

But the leader is happy to see it succeed.With them, benefits will follow.

Just like the deputy director of the Law Enforcement Department in front of him.Malfoy needed him to create legal gaps, play with the rules, cover their shady ways.And he also needs Malfoy's financial resources, because he is not willing to sit in the position of deputy director who is only one step away from the director.

This is Slytherin's business, benefiting others, benefiting oneself, and a win-win situation.

Tom knew these rules by heart.

Abraxas led Tom around the Ministry of Magic as if he were at home.

"Abraxas," Tom suddenly said after walking for a while, pointing to the person who came out of the fireplace and hurried past with the documents, "who is that?"

Abraxas swept away and raised his chin: "Ovie Parkinson's father. The father and son look alike."

"It's just..." The platinum peacock, who has always been gay with men and women, smiled viciously, "This one is a bit older."

Tom hooked the corner of his mouth, and the appearance of that timid Slytherin appeared in his mind - black hair, thin chin, fair skin, he looked good, but unfortunately he was too weak, and always so... Annoy people.

Tom would never forget the surprise on that Slytherin's face when Harry tapped him over his upraised hand.

Tsk, it's annoying to watch.

So, Tom said maliciously: "It seems that you are still very good to your bed partner, he has been very chic recently."

Abraxas shrugged: "Why, did he provoke you?"

Tom didn't speak, and looked at Malfoy with a half-smile.

"I understand."

A dialogue between two people determines the future and future of the other person.

This is the power of standing at the highest point of the pyramid.

"Actually, I was surprised that you came to me." Abraxas turned his head and joked, "Why don't you spend Christmas with your Harry? Isn't your birthday coming soon?"

Tom's eyes darkened.It was only in front of Abraxas that he could reveal a little bit of the hideousness under the mask.In later records, Tom Riddle's friend only has the name of Abraxas.

"Tom, I don't understand you anymore." Abraxas said, although he basically didn't understand, "What do you think about Harry...?"

Tom was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Malfoy.

"Hey, don't say there's only *something."

Slytherin's footsteps slowed down, Tom thought for a while, and raised his brows: "Then what kind of answer do you want to hear?"

"Tell me exactly how you feel about him. Your performance is more than just *."

Tom narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of redness in his dark eyes: "Maybe... I like him, but it's certain, I don't love him."

The two walked forward without speaking.Tom had nothing to say, and Malfoy seemed to be thinking about it.

Abraxas flicked his long hair and brushed away a tangled knot: "Tom, you are always extreme about the word love... Oh, of course, I'm not interested in playing the role of the confidant sister who enlightens you. "

I don't know how many times Slytherin has emphasized "I don't love him".

But a poet in ancient Greece, known as the source of wisdom, said this: whoever keeps saying that he doesn't love is in love.

What Tom thought, Abraxas didn't know, nor was he interested.He has more focus.

"You care too much about him, it's too much. What if someone blackmails you with him?" Abraxas walked in front, with long platinum-blond hair draped over his shoulders, eye-catching and gorgeous, "You have already On the side of the Malfoys, these would-be weak points would cause trouble for me and my family."

Tom followed Malfoy, silent, as if resigned.

How could Malfoy, who thought he was doing it right, see the arc of Slytherin's mouth?

Two errors.

First, Harry does not belong to this era, he can leave this era at any time to avoid harm.Or, the time rule would protect him too.Otherwise he wouldn't have said "I won't die" during the bombing of London.Therefore, the assumption of "using him to blackmail you" is not valid.

Second, he was never on Malfoy's side.He will not work for any camp, his purpose is to make Malfoy submit, whether it is by tricks, power, or pure strength, he wants Malfoy to be his helper.The so-called "standing in the Malfoy family's camp" is nothing but the self-righteousness of the young and inexperienced Malfoy.

Abraxas Malfoy was high-spirited, planning how to complete the mission of the Guangyao family with Tom's help, and voluntarily led his future "help", knocked on the door of the Ministry of Magic's high-ranking officials, and provided a free one to directly contact the power the avenue.

The descendants of Slytherin grinned and laughed strangely.

Tom Riddle and Abraxas are friends?Barely.

But profit comes first.

Just as Dumbledore pursued in his many years-everything is for the highest good.

But as a friend, Abraxas Malfoy still qualified.

"How about it, do you want me to help you organize a birthday party?"

"No need." Tom refused without the slightest hesitation.

Does he have other arrangements?

May 12th arrived as scheduled.

The Slytherins delivered their presents early, and Professor Slughorn's parcel landed on Tom's locker early in the morning.Even Professor Dumbledore sent a box of honey candies in a wicked way.

Tom's eyes sank slightly, and he fiddled with it seemingly casually for a while.

No, none of the gifts had that name on it.

Tom sneered, and pushed away all the packages that were neatly placed on the cabinet as if offended.Several small boxes fell to the ground, and the lids were opened, revealing the bright gems and ornaments inside.Maybe the price wasn't cheap, but Slytherin stingily didn't look away.

He knew the Slytherins.They'd randomly pick an unremarkable one from the family's treasure trove and toss it to the house-elves, who would pack and deliver it.Such a gift is just a formality.

In the final analysis, birthday is just a means and an excuse to win over and make friends.

Tom put on the Hogwarts robes, and he was a little more handsome than others in the uniform custom-made school uniform.With a stern face, he opened the bedroom door and walked out.

With a "snap", the fireworks exploded above Slytherin's head, and colorful ribbons fell all over his body.

"Happy birthday." Someone flashed out from the side, and showed him the cake box in his hand, with curly black hair resting on his forehead, covering the scar that was beginning to fade, "Uh... This is...Andrew's idea, they...always think we had a fight." He rubbed his nose shyly, standing in the calm gaze of the child, feeling a little awkward.

Andrew and them?Those idiot Gryffindors.

Tom calmly let go of his grip on the handle of his wand, and withdrew his hand from the pocket of his school robe.

"Thank you." Tom pursed his lips and said tightly, and followed Harry to the hall to celebrate his birthday with an inexpensive cake.

Compared with a gorgeous birthday party, a cake full of cream and sugar is terrible, Tom clicked his tongue in disgust.

But it cannot be denied that those idiots finally did something intelligent.

The author has something to say: After holding back for a day, it finally came out ==...

Thank you for the two mines, Aendlesslice, Yiyi, Jiujiu, and Yishu cherry blossom pressing the rabbit [I am honored to be the first time XD! 】, Throwing a landmine with the flow!Seeing that the ranking is about to break [-] again, so do you have to prepare for a new rhythm... There is still time for May Day [wiping face

Well, some girls said that the rankings are not empty and dizzy, what do you girls think?

PS: The stupid donkey is actually controlled, don't you all see it?The reason why I abuse Harry is because I love him deeply =L=

PPS: About a girl who thinks that donkey wrote Harry stupidly...I...to tell the truth, I read it over and over again and didn't find him saying ORZ...It is inevitable for him to doubt, alienate, and guard against Tom. If the girl thinks he You shouldn't treat Tom like this, so I can only say, sister, you are a V control...

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☆, November 1944

February is probably the saddest month of the year.Seven or eight degrees below zero can't freeze the cold water vapor in the air, and you can taste the musty smell of rotting wood and death that fills the castle with every breath.

The tip of Harry's nose was red from the cold, and he pulled his hand out of his pocket extremely reluctantly, and lay on the table holding the quill, trembling over the test questions for the next exam.

Warming spells are becoming more and more useless.He took his wand again, and cast a Warming Charm again.

Even if the spell temporarily raises the temperature around the body, the cold air penetrating into the bone marrow cannot be expelled.Or maybe it didn't invade from the outside to the inside, but emanated from the bone marrow gradually decaying and deteriorating.

Oh, he hates winter.Harry cursed lowly.

"Harry, the weather is getting colder and colder, and my bones are a little uncomfortable. Please help me with today's class." Professor Merles' patron saint slipped in through the crack of the door, and the tired voice of the old man was conveying in his mouth. Disappeared after speaking.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts...[-]th and [-]th grade sections.

Harry stood up from his seat, his movements were stiff and slow, he seemed to hear the sound of the bones in his joints stretching "crack-crack", and he felt a little pain, just like an old man in his twilight years.But from the outside, he is just a young man who couldn't be younger.

Harry stretched his arms, moved his limbs, and stepped out of the office.

He didn't notice anything unusual.

——It's just frozen.

But if Hermione was here at this time, she would probably have doubts: how could a young and strong young man in his 20s suffer from rheumatism, an senile disease?

Maybe a woman's sixth sense will make her keenly aware that something is wrong, maybe she will frown and start to think about the root of the disease, maybe she will guess with trepidation, whether there is power... to speed up the tissue under Harry's skin the decline?

It's a pity that she, who has always acted as a think tank between the three of them, is not there.

"Class is over, go back to your seat." Harry put down the lesson plan in his hand, rushed the Gryffindors who were giggling and laughing beside the podium back to their seats, and cleared his throat, "Well, Professor Mellors is here In one class, the content of this class is covered together, this class... what do you want to learn?"

The tone is casual, but the tone is not casual.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is not only a joke within Slytherin, but even in the other three houses, it is not highly valued.In the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts, if it is about learning spells, it is not as systematic and focused as in the Charms class; if it is about learning Defense Against the Dark Arts, the principal and professors avoid black arts, which makes Harry faintly hear Umbridge's words. The theoretical education method can't help but feel sick.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is in an extremely embarrassing edge. In this era, Dumbledore is not yet the headmaster, and even if he has insight, he cannot change it.

But Harry was trying.

He tried to make this group of core forces 30 or 30 years later know more about black magic, so that they would not surrender in fear or follow blindly when facing black magic [-] or [-] years later, and then seek freedom or On the road of chasing power, he pushed his child further, even more irretrievably.

Change at least a little bit, bit by bit, change Tom, change the people around Tom.

"I want to know about dementors!" Gryffindor Andrew, who knew Harry well, raised his hand.

"Of course, but would you mind telling me why you want to know about that creature?"

Andrew smiled, and the boy's voice was loud: "I want to be an Auror." Dementors are necessary opponents in the Auror assessment.

Looking into the shining eyes of the fifth grade Gryffindor, Harry couldn't help but think of himself back then.

Unknowingly, some students have begun to really come into contact with the necessity of offering this course. Just like now, to understand it, master it, and be familiar with it may not be for applying it, but for resisting it.

"Okay, let's talk about dementors. Oh, I think I have to show, I just asked Hagrid to help me catch a changeling last time, and he is very good at it." Harry Attend class leisurely, talk about some digressions from time to time.He had also been a student and knew how annoying that tense classroom atmosphere was.Oh, of course, he definitely wasn't slandering Snape.Well, he admits a little.

Harry waved his hand and whispered a spell, and a box flew out of the teaching aid room at the back of the classroom.

"A dementor probably looks like this." With a wave of Harry's hand, the lock of the box opened automatically, and the phantom that had been steaming from inside immediately transformed into a dementor wearing a tattered black cloak.Harry stood directly in front of the box, the chill brought by the dementor crawled up his bare|exposed neck, and the dormant chill in his bones seemed to be awakened instantly.

"Call the Guardian." Harry demonstrated the Patronus Charm in front of the students, and immediately drove the changeling back into the box.

"The most effective way to deal with dementors is to use the god guard."

Before Harry finished speaking, the Ravenclaw girls sitting under the stage raised their hands.

"What's the matter, Sally?"

The girl pushed her glasses: "Professor, how did you turn the Boggart into a dementor? As far as I know, a Boggart can only become the most feared thing for those who face him..."

Harry spread his hands, and said with a casual smile, "Exactly, what I'm most afraid of are dementors."

From third grade to now, nothing has changed.What frightened him was not so much the dementors themselves, but the despair that robbed him of happiness.

Assistant Professor Potter, what he fears the most is the dementor?

The words quickly reached Tom's ears.

In the eyes of wizards, although dementors can obliterate people's minds and even take their lives, for a powerful wizard who can cast the Patronus Charm, occupying the "most terrifying" position is a bit staggering.

"But, from my brother's account, he doesn't show any signs of being afraid." A Ravenclaw made a point calmly.

"But it cannot be denied that Boggarts have become dementors."

Tom walked past the two Ravenclaws without seeming to hear anything, towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Facing weaknesses, not everyone will show fear.The more afraid you are, the more you have to hide your emotions and pretend to be strong.

With a smile on his face, Tom put down his book as usual, sat down quietly, leaned over his book and waited for the professor to come over.

Harry's, weakness.

Tom's eyes seemed to be glued to the book, but the words were pressed on the bottom of his tongue, licking and savoring.The simplest letter, the simplest partial structure, is as addictive as poppy.Just chanting silently can make people's pupils shrink, blood pulse be dilated, and they can't help being excited.

Even he himself doesn't know why he has such emotions.This is probably brought from genes, just like the madness evoked by the blood when a wild beast bites off the throat of its prey.

When Harry stepped into the classroom, the first thing he saw was Tom sitting in the middle of the classroom reading a book quietly.

The young man seemed to be aware of this gaze, raised his head, and showed Harry a beautiful smile, so pure that it was almost pure, making one involuntarily think of the beam of light shining through the gaps in the leaves in summer.But only he himself knows how he suppressed the increasingly ferocious expression just now, and how he restrained the gradually smearing blood red in his eyes.

Harry smiled at him, tapped the table, and began the lesson.

"Turn to page 243 of the textbook. I'll follow your lesson and talk about sacrifice." Harry glanced at his lesson plan and began to write on the blackboard.

"Although the name sounds sacred, the sacrifice is indeed black magic." Harry clicked on the picture projected on the screen, "I don't quite agree with the delineation of the boundaries of black magic, but I have to Admit it. The reason why sacrifice is black magic is because its lethality is no less than its own ability."

A Hufflepuff questioned: "Professor, what is a sacrifice? Last class, Professor Mellors didn't answer my question." The boy looked dissatisfied and aggrieved.

Harry shook his head helplessly.Ever since Meinie and Myrtle died of black magic one after another, the professors who had been avoiding it before were extremely afraid of any kind of black magic.

But prohibition is not as good as guidance.

"Sacrifice, in layman's terms, is restoration. It can repair anything, tangible like a broken palace, a mutilated body, intangible like life, soul, and even something that has already happened, can be done through sacrifice. Repair Supplement.

"Very powerful, but you need to pay a huge price than the ability of the spell. Strength, soul, lifespan, life, etc. That's why it is classified as black magic."

Harry scanned the entire classroom, and Tom, sitting in the middle, was naturally the one he noticed the most.

He was seriously taking notes with his head down.

"Professor, such a spell is not terrible, at least its purpose is not to destroy."

Harry looked at the person who spoke, it was a Slytherin girl.

Harry shook his head, and once again looked at Tom who was quietly taking notes with his head down.

"No. I have... seen a sacrifice." Harry licked his lips, his voice a little dry, "Sacrifice does not limit itself as a sacrifice. For example, a... child uses his father to obtain a complete body. It is a very, very evil form of black magic, without a doubt."

There was a sigh of relief under the podium, and some Hufflepuff girls had already tightly held the hands of their boyfriends beside them.

For them who have not yet stepped out of society, their father is still their most solid support, and patricide is too terrifying for them.

"However, there are children who use the bones of their fathers to shape their bodies, and there are mothers who sacrifice their lives for their sons. The key lies in the purpose."

After two consecutive classes, Harry couldn't stand it anymore.

He is cold.

The effect of the warming spell was getting worse and worse, and out of a sense of responsibility, he didn't pull out his wand to interrupt the classroom to cast the warming spell.

Harry stomped his feet and moved his red fingers, heading back to his office.It wasn't as warm as the Gryffindor lounge, but at least he could sit in the closet for a while.

He was almost frozen, and even though he was wearing a thick padded jacket, he couldn't get warm at all.His body was like an ice cube wrapped in cotton.

Visible to the naked eye, his physique is weakening, but he doesn't seem to be aware of it at all.

"Harry." Someone came up from behind, frowning, and held his cold hand, "Would you like to go to the prefect's bathroom with me? The water there is still quite hot."

Harry's hand was completely numb, and he couldn't feel the temperature of the child's palm, but his instinct told him that it was warm.

The author has something to say: I didn't update the article during the day because... the stupid donkey did very poorly in the mid-term exam, and my parents are at home, so I don't have the guts to play on the computer...

In the past few days, I will work hard to update, and future updates may be adjusted, because studies are the first priority.

Then... at the end of yesterday, the stupid donkey looked at the little red flowers on the article column, feeling very sad... The girls on the list are basically full of red flowers, and I basically have nothing. Sure enough, we are not destined...

Well, the custom cover is out, but... when will I finish it!

☆, September 1944, 2

It has to be said that Harry, who is a professor, is a little jealous of the preferential treatment the prefects receive.

"Merlin... Tom, it's so comfortable here!" Harry muttered, couldn't help closing his eyes, and sank himself into the water again.The water was below the Adam's apple, and the pressure of the water made Harry's chest feel heavy, but he didn't want to get out at all.

Tom neatly untied his tie, which was always standard, and removed his clothes without any scruples. The boy's slender and explosive body was unreservedly displayed under the light.Slytherin naked | stepped into the bubble-filled bath.Tom doesn't care, or he has intentions, and Harry doesn't care-two big men, what are you afraid of?

The water is not so hot as hot.Harry's skin was already flushed with warmth, and the rising mist made the young man look extra soft.Harry lay comfortably on his stomach next to the bath, buried in the water from his shoulders down, enjoying the warmth of the cold being temporarily expelled from the bones.

"Harry, are you still cold?" Tom asked softly.

Harry turned his back to Tom, closed his eyes and was soothed drowsily by the slightly rippling water, lying on the edge of the bath, and hummed softly.

With his back to Slytherin, he couldn't see Tom's expression.

Slytherin's eyes were almost fixed on the young man.Although the inside is starting to age and rust, at least the skin is still radiant and youthful.

Look, how beautiful it is.Tom couldn't help but reach out and touch.

Slytherin will never restrain his thoughts and desires without affecting his interests.Tom stood up, approached Harry, and with a splash of water droplets, his nerve-ending fingertips touched the man's defenseless, smooth nape of the neck exposed to the water vapor.

"Merlin!" Harry, who was still dozing off just now, suddenly woke up, shivering with his neck shrunk.Tom could clearly see the goosebumps spreading rapidly on Harry's neck.

Tom's hands are not cold, but the skin on the neck is the most sensitive part of human beings, and shivering is just the body's stress response.

Harry quickly moved a little to the side: "Don't make trouble, it's very itchy."

Tom suddenly laughed, and the abdominal cavity exposed on the water vibrated, faintly outlining the smooth lines of the abdominal muscles.

He's so handsome.Harry was very objective in his evaluation.

After being made such a fuss by Tom, there was not much sleep left.

"I even helped you take a bath when you were a child." Harry sat up with a smile, the water leveled up to his chest, bobbing up and down on his two nipples, luring|attracting Slytherin's eyes, "You didn't like to be clean at that time." , I have no choice but to push you in the bathtub and wash violently, and scratch it if you don't obey."

Tom laughed too.

Only he knew the facts at that time.Tom Riddle, who was only four or five years old at the time, played an innocent child very well, well-behaved and polite, but necessary naughty, for example, to attract Harry's attention at that time.Crying children have candy, he understood this sentence very clearly.

"Yeah," Tom smiled, squinting his eyes, his narrowed pupils properly concealed the dormant surlyness in his eyes, "I couldn't breathe from laughing at the end."

Harry looked at the handsome boy who had grown taller than him in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder what a "slytherin prefect who couldn't breathe from laughing" would look like. He stretched out his hand towards the boy's waist, just like he did to the unhappy child more than ten years ago, playing a prank and simply wanting to see him laugh.

"Hey!"

But it was overturned in the next second.Harry never expected things to turn out this way.

"Wait, Tom!" Harry resisted for a while, and still stretched out his hand towards Tom, trying to "tickle", but his waist was already caught by Tom standing behind him.

Harry couldn't help laughing, the hand on his waist seemed to be tied around his waist, no matter how hard he tried to break free, he couldn't get rid of it, and it passed gently, as if teasing with a feather, provoking the nerves that controlled laughter.

"Stop messing around Tom..." Harry managed to get a complete sentence out of the laughter.He bowed his waist, trying to narrow the reach of Tom's fingers, so his back was unstoppably pressed against the waist and abdomen of the young man behind him.

Tom wasn't satisfied and was even less willing to stop.The skin under the fingers was smooth but not delicate, with a masculine toughness, which made him wish he could rub his palms against it completely.With the childish and stupid excuse of "tickling", he carefully controlled his venting.But this kind of behavior is nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst, the more contact, the more repressed, the most real desire becomes a riot.

On the premise that the interests are not affected, Slytherin will not suppress his desire, but what if the interests are affected?

Slytherins aren't great at controlling*, but it's in the best interest of the world.

Tom finally stopped his movements, leaning his chest and abdomen on Harry's back, feeling the protruding back of the person below him and piercing his hands, his eyes flickered slightly as if he was calculating something, then he kept this movement and began to direct his script.

Harry finally noticed something was wrong.The skin-to-skin contact, the transformation and balance between the temperatures, and the weird atmosphere made Harry feel a little ominous.

"Harry..." The child who rested his head on his shoulder seemed to be a little stiff, and the hand on his waist refused to let go, "I..."

"what happened?"

Tom buried his face on the side of Harry's neck, sniffing at Harry's wet hair, hooked the corners of his mouth, feigning embarrassment and bewilderment with ease: "It's hard."

Harry felt that he too was hard, stiff.He felt strange heat behind him.

After being silent for a while, Harry finally twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "...do you have a girlfriend?"

The boy holding him was silent.

"It's okay, this is just a normal phenomenon, go back and find a girl, be it, of course I... can do it, but..." Harry stumbled and explained the relationship between the sexes for him, his face was also burning red.When it comes to the relationship between men and women, the savior is surprisingly shy. At least with Ginny, the closest thing is to kiss.

Don't forget that he fled for three or four years during the war, how could he have extra energy!

After two or three sentences, Harry finished speaking, at a loss, not daring to move, surrounded by the hot water.

The young man stuck behind him finally moved, raised his eyebrows and said, "I understand all of this."

Harry suddenly had the illusion that he was being played.

The atmosphere between the two became extremely strange in an instant.

The water, which was so comfortable before, turned out to be a little hot at this time.Harry changed his previous enjoyment posture and quickly finished the shower.When I got up from the bath, I was sweating all over, and every pore was stretched.Harry didn't want to wear a coat anymore, imitating Tom, putting the black coat on his arm and stepping out of the prefect's bath.