[HP] 47 Days Transformation

room.

"Professor Potter?"

"Oh, Ovie." Harry greeted the visitor, his hair damp on his neck.

Ovie naturally felt strange: "Mr. Potter, how did you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly choked.

"Good evening, Parkinson." The demon came out from behind the door and stood behind Harry.He was obviously smiling at him, but he could clearly see the icy fangs under his lips, threatening aggressively.

In the first and second grades, they were still roommates in the same dormitory. Although they were not close, they could be regarded as familiar.But I don't know when, he gradually appeared beside Abraxas, and joined the camp that is superior and has the right to life and death. It is obvious that he does not have the title of pure blood, rich financial resources, and strong background. able!

Ovi couldn't express his resentment. Compared with anger, it was fear that accounted for a greater weight at this time.

"Harry, isn't it cold?"

He saw the devil lowered his head, approached Mr. Potter, and asked very intimately.The tall and slender Tom stood behind Harry, and it seemed to Ovie that Tom was holding Harry in his arms.

Ovi watched, his pupils constricted.He still remembers how disgusting the words that came out of that beautiful and perfect mouth more than a year ago:

-I want to fuck him, to fuck|fuck him hard, to fuck him so hard I can't get out of bed.

The food just eaten in the stomach was tumbling, and it seemed that it would rush out of the throat in the next second, and spit it out on that extremely hypocritical face.

"Sorry, I'm going back first." Ovi lowered his gaze and fled in despair.

Harry thought Ovie Parkinson was weird tonight.

Harry is no stranger to the name Parkinson.When he was still at Hogwarts, Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy had caused him a lot of trouble, how could he forget?

Judging by his age, Ovie should be regarded as Pansy's grandparents, but what made him feel strange was that he had never heard of Ovie's name.Well, he admitted, he didn't know the Parkinson family history as well, at least not as much as he did the Malfoy family history.

"Mr. Potter, do you know what Tom thinks of you?"

On the second day, Ovie Parkinson was even more strange. As soon as he opened the door of the office, he saw the Slytherin who had always been silent and asked, his eyes flickered but he could vaguely see the fire, with crazy colors: "Tom He likes you!"

Ovi could feel his heart beating crazily, and even his chest vibrated violently.look!He said it!

The pleasure of revenge made Ovie so happy that he could fly.No matter how timid a Slytherin is, he is still a Slytherin.Slytherin, synonymous with madness, is another form of madman.

Harry obviously didn't figure it out: "What? What does this mean?"

"It means that I like you." The other protagonist who was being talked about came out from the corner of the corridor, walking steadily and gracefully.He handed the clothes on his arm to Harry, paying no attention to what they were talking about just now, "You took the wrong cloak yesterday."

"Riddle, you..." Ovi felt his airway convulsed, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

Tom looked at him, his swarthy eyes were like an invisible net, completely enveloping Ovie who was trying to struggle, gradually tightening his throat and suffocating him.The eyes are like this, but there is a smile on the face, a look of course: "He is my father, of course I like him."

Harry scratched his hair in embarrassment, although he didn't quite understand what was going on, but he was quite happy.

"I told you, take care of your pet's mouth, but it's a pity that you didn't discipline it properly. Training pets is always punished, isn't it? How about being poisonous and dumb?" Tom happily blew on the note, and the ink quickly disappeared. Dried and printed on parchment.Roll up the note, tie it to a beautiful snow owl, and watch it blend with the heavy snow all over the sky.

Ovie Parkinson?He remembered that there were two or three illegitimate children in the Parkinson family, right?

You said, if the heir in line is dumb, who will be the successor?

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☆, September 1944, 2

Ovie Parkinson is dumb.

No one knew what was going on, but that student was inexplicably and completely deprived of his voice during just one weekend in Hogsmeade.

The incompleteness of the vocal cords has no effect on the wizard.With magic wands in hand, they can construct sentences made of light bands in the void. Although it is not very convenient, it will not cause any obstacles to life.

Ovie Parkinson is dumb.This sentence may not have any lethality.But what if:

—Ovie Parkinson is not just dumb, he's a squib.

Magical power suddenly disappears. Although this kind of thing is not common, it is not without precedent.Severe trauma, great fright, exhaustion of magic, drug poisoning, food allergy suppression and other reasons can theoretically withdraw the magic power, but the probability is so small that it can be ignored.

After hesitating for a long time, the medical wing came to a conclusion: after taking the red fruit, he accidentally ate the gold and silver grass roots that were opposite to it, and the mixture of the two produced toxicity, depriving him of his vocal cords and magic power.

He was so unlucky—the professor and the students could only say so with a sigh.

But his parents were holding on and refused to let go. They refused to believe that the family heir they had cultivated for more than ten years had become a squib in the blink of an eye.They argued and quarreled, insisting it wasn't an accident but a conspiracy, and they even went to the Auror office to report it.But there was nothing the Aurors could do - no one was choking the boy to make him swallow those two things.

As a squib, Ovie naturally couldn't stay in Hogwarts, let alone Slytherin.

The pure-blood theory that Slytherin is proud of says: the purer the blood, the purer the power.But the appearance of every pure blood family squib is a slap in the face to them.

How could Slytherin tolerate the presence of Squibs?

Ovi lowered his head and pushed open the door of the Slytherin lounge, walked through the closet to his dormitory, and silently endured the contemptuous glances from the Slytherins of all grades.It's okay, anyway, he's leaving today.

He knows what's going on.He was also very clear that this was a warning from Riddle, warning him to keep his throat.If he reveals something more, maybe it's not just the voice and magic power that was taken away?

Ovi will not try to reveal anything anymore, he cherishes his life very much.What's more, why would he fall into this situation just to help someone who has nothing to do with him?

Yes, he regretted it.Regretted giving his voice, his magic, his future and his status for someone he had nothing to do with.

He would not have a good time at Hogwarts, and he would not be happy at home when he came home.To be a Squib is a disgrace, no matter to whom you sacrifice your body and dignity for the good of your family.The best treatment for him is probably to be placed in a small house in a corner of the manor, quietly until he dies of old age, right?Anyway, it won't be too long, without the support of magic power, his life span will be the same as that of Muggles.

A squib.

Ovie felt some soreness in his eye sockets.

Pushing open the door of the dormitory, Ovi would not be surprised to see his things thrown on the ground indiscriminately.He was even in the mood to laugh at the Slytherins for being so stupid.

He bent down and picked up his belongings one by one.Without magic, decluttering tasks that could be done with a wave of a magic wand can only be done by hand.

Overnight, the deprived teenager suddenly grew up.

"Ovi?" There was a knock on the door of the dormitory, which made Ovi look sideways.Most of the people who used to call him "Ovie" affectionately now say "Parkinson" with a look of disdain.Someone came out through the crack of the door and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Professor Slughorn asked me to take you out."

Harry said that, but Ovie could see it clearly.Although Slughorn is not a pure-blood, he is a Slytherin who pursues profit and fame.Helping a Squib spurned by Slytherin at a time like this?He wouldn't do such a thankless thing.

Ovidin looked at Harry intently, but Harry didn't notice the boy's strange gaze.

Looking at the clothes and books all over the floor, Harry probably understood the current situation.Harry simply took off his cloak, rolled up his sleeves and squatted on the ground, and began to help Ovie pack his things: "Go and tidy up your clothes, I'll help you put the books in the box."

Harry, like other Gryffindors, is careless and even a little careless, but being careless does not mean that they are not careful.

Ovie pursed his lips, followed Harry, and bent down.

Like Muggles, the two packed everything into the suitcase by hand.

Harry sent Ovie out of Hogwarts.The two of them didn't talk, and couldn't talk, they crossed half of Hogwarts step by step, passed by the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, and the Whomping Willow... But no matter how long the road was, it still had to be finished.

The iron fence on the edge of Hogwarts Castle finally appeared in their sight, carved and soft.Harry stopped, and Ovie followed suit.

"Okay, goodbye." Harry's mouth was stupid, and he couldn't say any words of consolation that would lift people's spirits.He could only pat the boy's weak shoulder.

Ovid stared at him intently for three to four seconds before he suddenly opened his backpack and rummaged through something.

"What's the matter?" Harry didn't know why, watching the boy's movements, he became nervous.

Ovie took out a quill and a notebook from his backpack, and the uninked quill left nothing but an inconspicuous scratch on the paper.But the boy was scribbling like crazy, and the sound of "squeak, swoosh, swoosh" made Harry feel startled. There was no ink, but the boy forcibly carved a sentence on the paper with the tip of the pen.

The boy tore off the paper and handed it to Harry, then smiled and ran towards his parents who were waiting not far away, leaving Hogwarts and his classmates and friends completely, no, he was not actually There is no such thing as a friend.Harry?That was his favorite professor.

Harry stood where he was, holding the scratched paper.He slightly pointed the paper to the sunlight, adjusted his sight, and could vaguely recognize the symbols depicted on it——

Don't trust T.

Don't believe...T.

2001 2 Month 13 Day.

"Here?" The Demon King played with the gray and white magic wand like a human bone, seemingly carelessly, but maybe the tip of the wand would flash green light in a second and take the lives of the rebels.

"Yes, Lord. He lives here." A girl in a Death Eater robe pointed to the room in front of her and replied respectfully.

"Lord, let Parkinson go in and take a look first." The young man standing behind Voldemort spoke, the black hood still couldn't cover his platinum-blond hair.Little Malfoy was also 20 years old now, and he was capable enough to take his father's place among the Death Eaters.Young Malfoy's eyes wandered distrustfully between the girl and the dilapidated house.

The handsome and young Demon King chuckled and stopped the girl's movements: "No, when you meet old classmates, you have to show some sincerity."

A group of people stepped into this slightly dilapidated house like this.

"Pansy, how old is your grandfather?" The devil wandered leisurely in this desolate villa, turning his head in a good mood.

The girl obviously hasn't stayed among the Death Eaters for too long, and she still maintains the mood of a young man: "Lord! How could he be my grandfather! He's a squib! He's just my grandfather's half-brother."

"Parkinson!" Little Malfoy lowered his voice, gave a light drink as a warning, and then turned to the tall figure in front, "Lord, he is 75 years old this year. He was a mute before, and he has been living in the Muggle world. Guajie underwent surgery to repair his vocal cords, and it was Pansy's father who took him back to the estate."

75 years old is really average for a wizard.But for Muggles or Squibs, it is the age of gray hair and wrinkled face.

"Good morning, Ovie." Voldemort waved Malfoy and Pansy away before smiling and greeting the old man sitting on the couch.

The 75-year-old Ovie Parkinson can no longer see the black hair with a pointed chin. The old man in front of him has a hunched back, and his skin has resisted the torment of gravity for less than 70 years. His gray hair was so pale that he couldn't remember what he looked like back then, and his eyes, which were not good-looking but still cool, were also cloudy. The 75-year-old Ovie Parkinson and the 75-year-old Voldemort stood together, and the traces of time carving became more and more clear.

"...Tom Riddle." The old man struggled to spit out a word, and his voice that had been poisonously hoarse uttered again, which was extremely ugly and hoarse. He was so old that he even struggled to control his expression.

Ovie may not know that Tom Riddle is Voldemort, a life isolated from the world prevents him from getting much information, but the face that is almost similar to that of more than 60 years ago allows him to recognize the person in front of him .

Seeing people he knew well made him feel the cruelty of time.One is handsome and young, and the other is in the state of twilight.

The Demon King smiled, and looked at the half-closed old man with red eyes: "If you regain your magic power now, you can still be saved."

"... Back then, it was you..." The unpleasant voice was like rubbing on sandpaper. Although vocal cord surgery could restore the voice, it left sequelae.

Voldemort sat down in front of him, the smile on his face was as fake as he was at Hogwarts back then, his eyes narrowed, and his voice bewitched: "Come and make a... a very simple deal. If the deal is successful, I can let you regain your magic power .”

The old man opened his eyes, and struggled to meet the red eyes that seemed to be dripping: "Your purpose."

Conversations between Slytherins are much easier.The Demon King chuckled.

"Why should I take away your magic power?"

The old man closed his eyes and seemed to be recalling: "I... told a professor about your secret."

"What secret?" The demon king narrowed his eyes, and the threat revealed in his pupils made the old man feel a little cold.

The old man shook his head: "I'm old, I don't remember."

"Who is that professor?" Voldemort thought thoughtfully, his eyes deepened.

After answering so many questions, Ovie seemed tired, and shook his head, expressing that he didn't remember.

The devil stood up happily.

"Draco." Voldemort smiled, calling to his men.

"Yes, Lord." Young Malfoy appeared at the door immediately.

The devil's handsome facial features are the same as he was at Hogwarts back then, and he is polite when he smiles, making people feel like a spring breeze.Voldemort smiled, his crimson eyes were even more dazzling than the scorching sun in the sky.

"kill him."

How could he tolerate the survival of a man who knew his secret?Even if you forget it, you can't.The Demon King chuckled again.

Ovie's eyes widened.The danger was approaching, and the eyes that were always cloudy were extremely clear at this moment.The person who said "simply deal" just now broke the contract so simply!

It took away his magic power, future, and status 60 years ago, and his life will be taken away 60 years later!

Even if you die, you have to bite off a piece of meat!

The icy green light had already shot in front of his eyes, and the dying man finally burst out with the most resentful power.

Tom Riddle, I curse you with my life, never, ever get that man!

that person?

Before Ovi could think about who that person was, the signs of life had stopped, and the green light hit the old man after his heart stopped beating.

It wasn't the Killing Curse that took his life.

Unfortunately, neither of the two people present paid attention.

"Let's go."

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☆, November 1944

April is the season when all things recover and spring breeze turns into rain, and the smell of moist grass can be smelled in the air.

It was obviously a season of endless vitality, but Harry decided that from now on, April would be his second most hated month.The first is undoubtedly the extremely cold February.

His bones began to protest again, as if something had caught between the joints, causing a long, unbearable pain.This kind of pain is not like the appearance of being torn apart when injured, but on the contrary, it is as painful as ants gnaw.

And as if it was agreed, Professor Mellors also pushed most of the recent class on Harry because of his physical discomfort ("Oh my God, it feels like my bones are soaked in water!").

Harry also began to feel strange that this kind of bone-deep pain should... only appeared this winter.

Time to go to the medical wing.Harry thought about it, packed up the lesson plans and walked towards his classroom, but he met a few Ravenclaw girls who came to ask questions on the way, and forgot about it completely.

This weekend, Harry planned to go to Diagon Alley, at least go to the Broken Axe to drink a glass of bad beer, and experience the feeling of burning his throat to relieve the dampness all over his body.As for the professors' high-end mead and sorghum wine, he probably poured them out before they even boiled.Voldemort probably never thought that as long as he poured three or four glasses of spirits to the savior, maybe he could completely become "the one who survived the two".

Of course, the bigger reason to go to Diagon Alley is Hagrid.

Perhaps it was because Harry regarded Tom as his own child, and even the parents began to feel guilty about the mistakes made by the child.Harry didn't even know what expression to put on Hagrid.It is indeed because of his cover for Tom that the innocent half-giant left the classroom.And recalling Hagrid's care and care for him made Harry feel even more ashamed.

So when the half-giant hesitated and took out the broken wand from his pocket, Harry agreed without thinking.

Violation?Come on, he's used to it!

In Diagon Alley in the 21st century, even the joke shops of George and Fred have closed the iron rolling doors, and the whole street is depressed and empty.And now Diagon Alley is as noisy as the first time he stepped into it.It was the weekend, and people seemed to take to the streets as if they had made an appointment, and it was so crowded that people couldn't breathe, but Harry didn't hate this feeling.

Harry walked forward with the crowd, only to feel that he was squeezed behind him, and someone pushed through the crowd and walked behind him.Harry was about to turn sideways to let the man go first, but the man patted him on the shoulder.

"Good morning, Harry, mind if I come with you?" asked politely.

Harry knew who it was without turning his head.

Sure enough, Harry saw Tom, who was still neatly dressed even on weekends.To his surprise, there was a beautiful girl beside him.

Harry recognized the girl, a seventh-year Slytherin, the goddess of the school boys.This statement may be exaggerated, but it can be seen from the popularity of her school.

Tom smiled and glanced at the girl indifferently.

"Good morning, Professor Potter, I still have something to do, so I won't bother you." The girl said hello politely, and then simply left, with hurried steps, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.It's like...running away.

Harry asked curiously, "Is that your girlfriend?"

Tom glanced at Harry with a half-smile, not interested in this topic: "She doesn't like me. Anyway, Harry, what are you going to buy?"

Since he didn't want to talk, Harry had to hold back the question that came up in his throat.But Tom asked another, more embarrassing subject.

"Well, wand repair. . . . Hagrid's."

Hagrid seemed to be a deliberately forgotten rift between the two, both of them knew it well, but they both pretended to be ignorant and maintained a superficial calm.Once it was mentioned, there was a dead silence.

Tom didn't speak, and Harry didn't know what to say.The note that Ovese held in his hand is still lying on his desk.That sentence that was almost cut and engraved on the paper shocked him, and he guessed repeatedly.

Don't trust T, don't trust... Tom.

He tried to tell himself countless times that T does not necessarily represent Tom, it may be Teddy, Tim or something else, but this reason seems to be unconvincing even to himself.

He even knew better than Tom himself what that child would look like in the future. How could he not know the truth of "don't believe his disguise"?It's just... being cleared up again, let him taste the taste of decadent failure again.

The two remained silent all the way until they reached the door of Ollivander.

It was still the same old shop, with Ollivander engraved on the wooden board with the most simple font.No matter how simple the signboard is, it cannot hide the quality.Reputation is not based on flashy signs.

Holding Hagrid's wand in his hand, Harry pushed open Ollivander's door, and the bell on the top of the door rang crisply.

I thought that the next greeting would be "the body of the holly wood stick, the core of the stick with phoenix tail feathers...", but what I met was the old man's rather annoyed eyes.

"Excuse me, sir, what is your name?"

Harry was stunned, looked at Ollivander whose hair was not so gray in disbelief, stumbled and gave his name: "I'm Harry Potter."

"Oh, Tom, you're here too." After seeing Tom Riddle, the old man's expression became much more relaxed.

Harry felt a little confused.How could Ollivander not remember his name?That's Ollivander who remembered every wand he sold!

"Old sir, may I ask... what's the matter with you?"

Ollivander frowned, his old voice was a little hoarse, and he was very distressed: "Last year, there were a few children who just got the wand. I don't know who taught it, and they cast a forgetting curse on me."

Harry quickly shut his mouth, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he could laugh out loud and annoy the old man.

Cast the Forgetting Curse on Ollivander, who has always been proud of his memory?This is the naughty kid from that family, who did something that even George and Fred didn't dare to do?

The one who can do this kind of thing is Gryffindor, right?Just got my wand last year... probably in first year.

Harry was deciding to go back and pay attention, when Ollivander said again, "Fortunately, Tom was there."

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Tom.The Slytherin pursed his lips and smiled: "I was an apprentice here for a month last summer vacation."

"Thanks to you, you helped me count all the wands sold during that time..." Ollivander could not help but praise Tom.

Slytherin smiled indifferently, but his eyes were as black as the deepest trench, playing an open-minded role: "It's nothing, this is what apprentices should do." Oh, he didn't do anything, just He found a few good partners with the Malfoy family and taught their heirs how to use the Forgetting Curse.

Ollivander babbled about how troublesome it would be to lose his memory, and never tired of emphasizing again and again how helpful Tom had been to him.His own child has been praised, and no matter how proud he is as a parent, he has to show modesty symbolically, so Harry slightly retracted his grin from behind his ears: "I'm glad Tom didn't cause you any trouble."

Ollivander paused for two seconds: "Who are you and Tom?"

"Oh, he's my child." Harry didn't like the word adopted son very much, as if they couldn't be as close and familiar as a real father and son if they were not related by blood.

Ollivander shifted his gaze to Tom's face, and looked at Harry with some doubts after he was sure that Tom had admitted it: "You are so young. Oh, seriously, are you going to buy a wand?"

In anything to do with Tom, even if Harry knew what was going on, he often couldn't guess what happened and how it developed, especially after the evidence was perfectly handled by Tom Riddle.Harry would probably never know that it wasn't a few brave Gryffindors who cast the Oblivion Curse on Ollivander.Ollivander, who had forgotten, would not even know how Tom Riddle, who he praised in his mouth, taught his apprentice to use the Forgotten Curse.

Before leaving, Ovie engraved this on the paper: Don'ttrustT.

History also shows so clearly: he is very hypocritical.

Unfortunately, Harry couldn't doubt forever.

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☆、1944-1945

Harry had the illusion that he had nearly succeeded, had succeeded in pulling Tom back from that path, had succeeded in preventing the child from further metamorphosis.

Tom would knock on his office door on time instead of wandering alone in the restricted section of the library; he would occupy half Harry's table silently and domineeringly instead of coaxing him with words at a Slytherin banquet. The greatest benefit; he will take over the task of correcting homework when Harry is too busy, happily find all the grammatical errors on the Gryffindor papers, and then draw a shocking T , instead of impure night tours in the name of patrolling.He no longer tries to plump his wings, no longer seeks to expand his interests, and no longer pursues power.

Since Professor Mellors officially retired and Harry moved into the office belonging to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Tom has been a resident guest in this office.

Harry didn't object, and was even a little happy. Every time he turned his head, he could see the serious profile of the child against the soft lighting, which filled people's hearts tightly.

He smiled devoutly, as if he saw the light.

You will wonder: really?

The chart will not answer you because it cannot speak.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

Maybe this month should go down in the history books.

Gellert Grindelwald challenged Dumbledore to a duel.Harry knew what that meant, that the dark period of Germany's reign would end with Dumbledore.

Actually... Grindelwald just wanted to see Dumbledore, right?Although wearing such a high-sounding skin.

Judging from the situation, the Second World War in the Muggle world has come to an end, and it is only five months since the German army surrendered and Hitler committed suicide.Even now, Germany has shown a disadvantage, and Grindelwald, who has a near-alliance with Hitler, is gradually beginning to collapse. Even if Dumbledore does not come forward, he will not be able to support it for long.

The so-called duel is just an excuse.

Harry knew about Grindelwald's relationship with Dumbledore, and when Dumbledore died, there was a lot of excitement about it.The old man who had devoted all his efforts to the wizarding world was suddenly pushed to the forefront, and was looked at and discussed by everyone over and over again.

Harry didn't think the word "gay" could be a taint on Dumbledore, even though most media commentaries thought so.Although he could not understand the feelings between same-sex people, in his opinion, falling in love should be happiness rather than stain.

There is no doubt that they are in love.Even if there is a hundred years between the two of them, the channel and land from Britain to Germany, even if there is a boundary between life and death 60 years later, this is an unchangeable fact, and it is firmly engraved on all their emotions.

This story is not a fairy tale, and it even smells of death, blood, and gunpowder, but it can have the same color as a fairy tale.

Once again, Harry found that all the performances pointed to the result of "he loves him", but people in time couldn't see it.

But Tom Riddle was not among those people.

"Harry, why did Grindelwald challenge Dumbledore to a duel?" Tom played with the quill pen, the feather on the pen was thick and hard, scratching his fingertips as if being pricked by a needle, "It is undeniable that Dumbledore Lido is very powerful, but he is not yet powerful enough for the Dark Lord in Germany to call a duel. Could it be...Gellert and Dumbledore have any friendship?"

Harry was holding a pen, dipped in some red ink, and was about to grade, but was stopped by Tom's question, and the tip of the pen quivered, and he drew a stroke on the student's paper.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry coughed unnaturally. "What makes you think I know these things?"

Of course you do, my dear time-hopper.Tom grinned, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said, "I thought you knew Professor Dumbledore very well."

If Harry didn't say anything, Tom could also find out in other ways.That Karkaroff, although his comprehensive ability is average, is as keen as a detection dog in terms of spying*.For example, Grindelwald and Dumbledore's friendship, ignorance, and final disagreement... He can also find out the general idea.

gay?in love?

Chih, Slytherin sneered inwardly.

Ridiculous and pathetic!It is precisely because of the so-called love that Grindelwald, as the devil, gave in again and again, took the initiative to retreat to Germany, and forcibly cut Britain off his ambition map.It is precisely because of the so-called love that the demon king who possesses the magic wand of immortality is willing to let go and endure the pain by himself?

what is love?If you like an eagle, you will only try to make it submit, and when you love it, you will submit to it.

Love is poison to the ambitious.

"You love him." So when Abraxas came to such a firm conclusion, the descendant of Slytherin retorted without hesitation: "No, I don't love him. At most, I just like him."

To like someone is to possess by any means, and to love someone is to let go generously.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore are the best examples.

For Tom, let go?No, from the first time he remembered when he was four years old, to now, all he remembers is unscrupulous methods.

So, he doesn't love him.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

When Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts across the English Channel, almost all the media regarded him as a hero.The process of how he defeated the German Dark Lord and won the Elder Wand was tirelessly put on the front page again and again, and the moving picture swayed in front of Harry's eyes for a day.But Dumbledore took a day off.

Grindelwald was imprisoned by Dumbledore in the tallest tower in Nurmengard.personally.

Some people were dissatisfied, thinking that there were too few restraints on the Demon King.

But only Harry knows that whether Grindelwald has the ability to break out of this prison or not, he has never stepped out of that prison in his entire life.

He doesn't take the initiative to step out, but he can't prevent outsiders from entering.

The tallest tower of Nurmengard, even in the complex, is out of place, as if isolated.The gray color of the tower body makes people feel oppressed in the chest just by looking at it, unable to breathe.And the once important Dark Lord was imprisoned here.

On December 12, none of the guards expected that Nurmengard had a guest.

"You really don't want to go out? Even if we have planned everything for you?" The man in the hood stood