[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Are you trying to repeat the dark rule of the first generation of demon kings?

Don't scare yourself!Maybe Harry really didn't know, or maybe these speculations were just overthinking.

Jon slumped in his chair.

—If true, then Tom Riddle is terrible.

But more likely something is wrong.Jon took a deep breath, straightened his spine from the chair, and rested his chin on his hand.

If Tom is really the so-called second-generation Dark Lord, according to Tom's temperament, even if he exposes his face to the whole world, Harry will be the only one who is kept in the dark, so how would Harry know?

Jon wiped off the cold sweat that oozed from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Could it be that she really thought wrong?

The lights in the Auror office were turned on all night because of this problem.And the pure-blood families had a carnival all night.

"You just came to the Death Eaters party so carelessly?" Malfoy, wearing a black cloak, tucked his conspicuous hair into the hood, and looked at Tom Riddle, who was also dressed in black.

No one suits black better than Tom Riddle.

He was born to be a child favored by black.Black hair, black eyes, black soul.He was wearing a pure black wizard robe, as if he had been wearing it since ancient times, and there was no room for another person to imitate it.

"This is my party." The monster bred in the darkness smiled like this.

Malfoy shrugged.

The members of the few but absolutely powerful pure-blood families found a common topic at this gathering - blood and rights.

"You can always grasp their weaknesses." Malfoy shook his head and sighed, "Tsk tsk", "They want to cooperate with you like crazy, and even the Parkinson family actively wants to follow you."

Malfoy shook the liquor in his hand and sighed, "They're all crazy."

"You are the craziest one." Hiding in the darkness, Tom Riddle grinned at his partners and followers, revealing a row of unusually sharp teeth, and then drank the wine in his glass .

"Malfoy, have you found all the elves I asked you to find?"

Abraxas flirtatiously winked at the ladies passing by on both sides, and did not forget to answer Tom's question: "Of course. As long as you give enough money, the insatiable elves will come rushing up."

"very good."

"But then again, Lord, what do you want those ugly elves for?"

The eyes of the descendants of Slytherin turned cold in an instant, and the facial features that gradually became firmer as they grew up became extraordinarily stern: "You shouldn't ask these questions."

The young devil then smiled again, squinted his eyes and patted his subordinate's shoulders, his eyes were cold: "I'm doing it for your own good."

Elves, ugly magical creatures, are another favorite of the Enemy.

They are ugly in appearance, easy to be driven by money by nature, but they are ingenious, superior in IQ, and even good at making organs and magic utensils, but they do not have the powerful and practical magic power like house elves.Oh, what a great tool they are.

They can arrange all the mysteries in the cave for him, they can build him a hidden tower supported by magic on the isolated island, and they can create a perfect cage for him.

"Okay, for my own good." Malfoy was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, but he didn't raise any objections, "But Tom, what if those elves leak out?"

"They won't be willing to tell others the source of their money. They hate others getting rich the most." The devil shrugged and said with a relaxed smile, "What's more, they have no chance."

When everything was ready, all living beings who knew where the place was would be slaughtered except him and Nagini.

Dementors?Dementors have half-stepped into the realm of the undead.

By the time the gathering of the pure-blood families ended and Tom returned to Godric's Hollow, it was already late at night.

"Are you back?" Harry, whose hair was still dripping, didn't turn his head. He kept his head buried in his book, but a casual sentence made all the chaotic atmosphere in Slytherin fade away.

"Harry, I'm a little hungry. I only cared about drinking at the party." Tom complained solemnly as he stood at the door of the study.He is keen on the character's expression and the rapid transformation of mood, especially this kind of extremely soft character.

"There's some bread on the table."

"Oh." Slytherin slipped on his slippers and went downstairs to look for the so-called bread.

This bread is really bad.

After the devil took a bite, he mercilessly threw the bread into the trash can.

The speed of the elves is extremely fast, and their desire for money and wealth has become their driving force, making them approach completion ahead of schedule.

The group of dementors who fled from Azkaban had long regarded that sea area as a carnival party, and the ghost corpses in the cave also danced in response.Fish, leeches, and even moss cannot survive.As long as the elves are finished, his plan can be fully implemented.

—— Subvert the wizarding world and take the world in your hands.

"Are you ready to start?" Malfoy had long been unable to restrain his desire for glory.

Thought his master should be just as energetic and bright-eyed.

"...No, there is no need to prepare so early." The Demon King hesitated.

Malfoy frowned: "The Lord said it. The elves are finished, and the plan should go ahead."

"Shut up," Tom snapped irritably.Of course he remembered what he had said!

He knows better what it means after this!

It means that the relationship between him and Harry will be completely torn apart, and they will fall into a life-and-death situation; it means that the atmosphere that makes people can't help but soften will be completely broken, and they will either resist in the corner or obey at a loss; Fading gradually, no, fading instantly...

He suddenly felt a little... reluctant.

That being the case, suspend the plan?

However, only if the plan goes ahead can it be guaranteed that Harry Potter belongs to Tom Riddle alone...

"Why put the plan on hold?" Malfoy couldn't understand his junior.

This plan has no earth-shattering effect, and it is only the first step to earth-shaking.If you are well prepared and have the chance to win, even if you fail, you will not lose too much. In this case, why hesitate?

"I just... haven't figured it out yet."

"You've been thinking about it for two or three years!" Malfoy rolled his eyes towards the sky, and began to lose his voice, "Who was impatient before, and now they call timeout!"

"Reason? What's the reason?" Abraxas was a little annoyed, "Power? Form?...Could it be because of Harry Potter?"

Seeing his master's suddenly displeased expression, Abraxas also calmed down.

Almost immediately, he was sure of Tom's reason for doing it - Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry I offended you." Malfoy took a deep breath and apologized politely. The mode of getting along between the two of them instantly switched from friend to master-slave.

"go out."

Malfoy carefully closed the door, making sure that no sound from outside could be heard inside, and then relaxed his humble expression.

It was Harry Potter again.

This man is in the way.

The author has something to say: he said that the comments on the last chapter were less than [-], so he didn’t want to update it... So how much willpower did the donkey rely on to restrain me from clicking on the * in the manuscript box...

☆, November 1945

Five months passed in a blink of an eye, too fast for people to react, jumping from midsummer to late autumn in the blink of an eye.

In the four or five months since Harry's return to Godric's Hollow, he has always felt very peaceful.

Nothing earth-shattering happened, and every day was calm and simple. Harry repeated the items of learning, finding weaknesses, and becoming stronger, ushering in autumn again in the intensive training and learning.

Harry was in a trance, this kind of busy and simple life is not bad.But this state of life is destined to be broken.

"Is Tom at home?" Jon was wearing a hat, showing only half of his pointed chin.She spoke very fast, and her voice was deliberately lowered so that Harry had no time to react.Had it not been for the familiar voice, Harry would not have recognized who it was.

Harry stepped aside quickly, motioning for Jon to enter the room: "Not here, he went out to work. What, you want to find him?"

Jon waved his hand, but stood stubbornly at the door, frowning, as if very anxious: "Harry, do you know... where has Tom been these few days?"

"...Aren't you at work?" Harry was a little surprised.

Jon was silent for a while, and looked at Harry with extremely calm eyes: "A group of elf corpses were found in the nearby sea."

"Is this related to Tom...?"

Jon grabbed Harry's wrist, his expression so tense that it cracked: "I have no way to prove it, but believe me, Tom Riddle is crazy!"

Jon quickly glanced around, lowered his voice after confirming that there was nothing wrong, and said quickly as if he was in a hurry: "I don't know what Tom Riddle is doing, but he must have nothing to do with this matter, and You must be in one of his plans..."

"Anyway, be careful with Tom." Jon patted Harry on the shoulder, looked at Harry's bewildered expression, and didn't intend to explain in detail, let alone have time to explain.

Jon gave Harry a complicated look, and his mind had already turned thousands of times.

Even if Tom is really the future Dark Lord, even if Tom is really cruel and can ignore life, Jon is sure that Harry will be the safest one.Given how much Tom valued Harry, Harry would be safe.

But Jon was still worried.

"Alves invited you to stay at his house for a few days, you?"

That's Jon's way of protecting people, keeping them in his sights.

And this kind of provocative behavior that challenges the demon king's ownership and possessiveness will completely irritate the demon king.

In the past four or five months, except for necessity, Harry almost stayed behind closed doors in his study.And Tom was happy to see it happen, he even hoped that Harry would be like a pet kept in captivity, and move within the range he circled.

So when Tom came back from Borgin Burk and saw the empty and dark house, Tom's heart was so tight that he missed a beat.

Tom turned on the light, and the whole house was exposed to the light, and the emptiness was unobstructed.Tom stood at the door, looking at the deserted living room.

he's gone!Such a thought rushed to the top of his head, and Tom, who had not had time to smile and put on a disguise after opening the door, instantly became hideous.The tall youth scowled and sprinted up the stairs, hoping that Harry had just overslept in the room.

Still empty!

The tyranny, dominance, and paranoia that had been suppressed for a long time were magnified and distorted in loneliness.

Tom began to regret, regretting why he didn't declare his ownership in the first place, why he had to retain his ability to act in the first place, regretting that he didn't choose to fully possess him...

He went down the stairs, and suddenly saw the inconspicuous post-it note pasted behind the door.

—Alves invited me to stay at his house.don't read.

The familiar handwritten font even has the childishness of a teenager.

Tom ripped off the post-it note.

Alves?I'm afraid it was Jon's idea!

Tom smiled with twisted malice.

— Nasty Auror.

So, early the next morning, Tom waited at the door of Jon's office with a smile.

It was autumn, and the late autumn chill had most wizards donning coats and cloaks.Tom was wearing his black suit jacket, and his neat hair was like black jade, so elegant and luxurious that people thought he was a direct descendant of that pure-blood family.

"Good morning, Miss Jon." Tom greeted politely, seeing Jon's obviously wary eyes, he smiled, "Is Miss Jon going to entertain guests outside the office?"

Jon was silent, leading Tom into her office.

"Then I won't make any detours." Tom's expression condensed instantly, and his dark eyes, like splashed ink, stared at Jon, "Where is Harry?"

"He just went out to stay with friends for a while..."

Tom interrupted her: "He has his own home!"

Jon sneered: "It's a pity that there is a murderer in the family."

"Kill?" Tom narrowed his eyes.

Jon propped himself on the table, looking at Tom with sharp knife-like eyes, making people have nowhere to hide: "Tom, don't think that your work is so flawless. Including your so-called Death Eaters and caves, there will always be a day when you will be exposed." !"

Tom changed his posture, leaned on the sofa, and looked at Jon leisurely: "I don't know how Miss Jon came to the conclusion, but I believe that you must have no evidence to prove it, don't you?"

Jon stopped.She really didn't have any evidence to prove that all her understanding came from the dying and unwilling elf, but in the end the elf died, and it was too late to say more.

"Director Jon," someone knocked on the door, "The CEO asked you to go over."

Tom smiled and stood up: "Since Miss Jon has something to do, I'll go directly to Alves."

"CEO, what's the matter?" Jon saluted the person behind the desk before asking.

The semi-bald CEO was sorting out the documents in his hand, without looking up at her.

"Jon, sort out all the cases you have and hand them over to David."

Jon frowned puzzled: "But CEO, I have already completed half of many tasks."

The CEO sighed: "Jon, haven't you figured out the situation yet? You have been demoted."

Tom put his hands in his pockets, followed Alves calmly and walked towards his house.

Jon, this is just the beginning.

And, Harry, you made me do it.

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☆, November 1945

The top of the tower was cast with a spell to expand the space.The place where you could bump into a wall by turning around is enlarged, and the expanded space is not small, but it is not large.

It can accommodate a huge bed, set aside a kitchen, a bathroom, and there is not much room left for people to move around.

Elves prefer rich and luxurious decorations, as can be seen from the exaggerated decoration of Gringotts.The space on the top of the tower also follows this style.

The cashmere carpet is spread from the bottom of the bed to the only window, and the lighting is also made of shining gems hanging on the wall. The only door leading to the bottom of the tower is also installed by the elves as the door used by the Gringotts vault, which is expensive and gorgeous. , and difficult to open.

"This is your home! Not my home!" When the medicine faded away, Harry was already in the solitary tower.He growled and glared at the Slytherin.

The other party smiled intimately, like a child begging for a reward from his parents, his eyes were as bright as black jade: "You are here, this is my home."

Harry was beginning to wonder what this Slytherin wanted.His fate?

"No, I want you." The handsome and elegant Slytherin stared at him with burning eyes.

Harry obviously didn't understand the hidden meaning of the words, he just looked at Tom with doubts and vigilance in his eyes.

Tom sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands on the bed casually, his coat had been thrown on the floor, and two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned: "Harry, what if I said that I wasn't drunk that night?"

That day... night?

Harry quickly understood what Tom was talking about.

"Shut up!" He instinctively wanted to stop Tom from speaking, and raised his voice, trying to overwhelm Tom's next words.

He could already vaguely guess what Tom was talking about.

He doesn't want to know!

Tom shrugged, looked at Harry's almost burning eyes, and even laughed out loud: "I asked Malfoy to put the love potion in your glass. That night, I was awake and had sex with you."

"So, you said, what do I want?" Tom stood up, the difference in height made Harry feel a little breathless, "I said, I want you."

Harry gasped for breath, as if that was the only way to satisfy his brain's need for oxygen.

What does he want?What does he want!

"I'm a man!" Even his lips began to tremble.He was a man, they were the same sex, they had the same body structure, they had the same flat chest.They are born without organs that combine with each other, and even making love is extremely painful and difficult.

Tom shrugged again, in that casual, easy gesture that Harry hated: "I'm gay."

How can it be so simple to explain the past!

"I'm still your father!"

He took care of him growing up, watched him grow from ignorance to full of knowledge, from the bewilderment of taking care of him at the beginning, to the pride and pride of seeing his achievements later.I've seen him laugh and I've seen him cry.Worried about others hurting him, and worried about him hurting others.

He is his father!Even if there is no blood relationship, he has assumed the responsibilities and emotions of his father.

Tom approached him and leaned into his ear: "So, for me, no one in this world is closer than you."

No, no!

This kind of relationship is like a baby that has been irradiated, it has become deformed and ugly!

He is leaving!to leave!

No wand, no apparition, no leaving this place, then leave this era!

He would rather jump through time and space twice in one day than allow this twisted relationship to develop!

The silver hourglass had long been warmed by his body temperature, and placing it on his cold palm reassured him a little.

He hastily flicked the hourglass, thinking that he would enter that grotesque state, but nothing happened, and the halo emitted by the hourglass was still so faint and gentle.

what happened?

Harry turned the hourglass again.

Still nothing happened.

Harry's eyes were red, looking at the hourglass in the palm of his hand.Everything around him can develop in the opposite direction to what he expected, and everything can be broken, except this time jumper!

"It looks like the hourglass isn't working," said Tom, smiling, stating the fact calmly.He bent down to pick up the jacket that had been discarded on the ground, and took out an identical hourglass from the jacket pocket. "Maybe it works for me."

"give me back!"

"Give it back to you, and then let you go away and never come back?" Slytherin gripped the hourglass tightly, his dark eyes began to turn blood red, "You have no choice, Harry. You are already me It's gone."

This was the second time Harry had sex with Tom, the first time he had been sober.

It's not so much sex as it is unilateral violence.

He lay on that big bed, staring blankly at the carved ceiling.

His limbs were removed, and the dislocated limbs were unable to move, and there was even a long-lasting pain.

The young man on his body is tireless, reveling and indulging all night long, covering up the panic and loss in the deepest part of his heart with the pleasure of being wrapped in his body.

Tom covered him, every inch of skin was clinging to each other, and the sticky sweat made neither of them feel comfortable, but Tom just didn't want to separate.The part of the body used for joint intercourse has penetrated deeply, and the semen wets the vagina, and the smooth and scorching liquid can be felt between the friction between the meat stem and the meat wall, and the pleasure is doubled.The two of them were pressed together, even the twitch of the joint did not leave, the mouth of the hole was wet, even the pubic hair of the two were wet, sticking to each other.

"Say, you love me." Slytherin insisted, asking for body and soul insatiably.

Harry blinked, his eyelashes wet with sweat, making it extremely difficult to blink.He put his eyes on Tom's face, smiled, and made an unintelligible grunt in his throat.

——The chin has been removed, what should I say?

I love you?

Harry had said that to Tom once, and only once, and it was under the influence of a love potion.

But once is enough to be addictive.

But at this moment, Harry was awake.

Harry hardly used the words "I love you".Even in the most passionate and sweet time with Ginny, he never said anything too passionate and flamboyant to the girl, even though Ginny could use "love you" as the end of the sentence very casually.

If it goes back, it should be attributed to the gloomy childhood.

In that kind of humble and repressed childhood, Tom completely lost the instinct of love, while Harry restrained the expression of love.

For Harry, the phrase "iloveyou" was extra formal.It is not simply used to express emotions of excitement or happiness, let alone to express meekness or submission, but a more formal and highly directional commitment.

If Harry can say "love", he is really in love.

Therefore, even if he begs for mercy and howls, he will not use "I love you" as a word of surrender.

April 1945

Harry Potter has completely disappeared from the wizarding world.

But the earth still turns like this, society still runs like this, and time still passes like this.

However, it is still somewhat difficult to make a person disappear unnoticed.

"Jon, I'm leaving again." The young man with messy hair tucked his neck into his scarf, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was almost invisible.He put his hands in his pockets and smiled brightly at the woman beside him.

They stood at the door of the Ministry of Magic.

Jon seldom saw Harry smile so happily, and he couldn't help but hook his lips: "Where are you going this time?"

"I don't know, just go wherever you go." The young man shrugged, "It's not the first time I've gone out."

Jon turned his head sideways: "It's fine to leave, but stay away from Tom anyway."

Harry's expression suddenly became very strange.

"I will," Harry replied, "I'll go first."

Before he could say hello to the woman beside him, Harry covered his bangs, strode into the crowd, and immediately turned into a corner.

"Phew, I was almost exposed." The young man lowered his hand, revealing a piece of platinum-blond hair.

The situation in 2001 also entered a state of extreme tension.

"Hermione! We can't wait any longer!" Ron slammed the table hard, looking haggard with almost black sockets under his eyes.

Ginny's face didn't look very good either: "Ron is right, the mysterious man knows where we are hiding. He didn't even make a detour and came towards us."

"There is a mole." George came to this conclusion with absolute certainty.

Fred didn't care too much: "But it's definitely not the core staff."

Passy looked at the map hanging on the tent wall: "At most one day, they will be able to find us."

Hermione was still wearing a white research robe, her hair was tied back, and she looked sharp and wise.

"You take all Dumbledore's Army and move to Hogwarts first. Whether you can go in or not depends on you."

The twins cheered.Even in the most difficult moments, they are still the most beautiful Mischievous Bludgers with the smile: "Oh! We are good at it! We have memorized all the secrets of Hogwarts!"

Hermione smiled and nodded in agreement, and then looked at Ron: "When you arrive at Hogwarts, go to Professor Snape immediately."

"Old Bat?! He killed Dumbledore!"

Hermione rolled her eyes to the sky unbecomingly: "Forget it, Ginny should go."

Ginny also hesitated, "But, Hermione, Snape is... a Death Eater."

"Go to him and ask him to come and help me! Trust my judgment!" Facing everyone's distrustful eyes, Hermione didn't have so much time to explain, "I'm going to stay and wait for Harry to come back. Harry's condition may It's going to be bad, jumping hurts him a lot."

Ron suddenly jumped up from his seat, his fiery red hair carried the vitality and hope that belonged to youth: "I'll stay too! You can't hold on alone!" And there might be that restless and kind old bat!

Ginny also spoke up: "Hermione, I too..."

"No. We can't leave too many people behind, or the target will be obvious when we run away. Ron, you stay. Ginny, they need you." Hermione rejected Ginny's request almost coldly.

Horcruxes are almost non-existent.Except for the diary, locket, and ring they destroyed, the few that remained were fused by Voldemort.In this way, although they were facing a more powerful Voldemort, at least if they killed Voldemort, Voldemort would be completely dead.

The woman with exquisite facial features raised her head, with a determination and fighting spirit that women rarely see, her eyes are firm, and her voice is clear:

"Everyone is well prepared when we arrive at Hogwarts. Except for the pair of Death Eaters, the other professors will stand by us, including Snape. Of course, this news should not be spread. This battle is our complete counterattack against the mysterious In a human battle, Kingsley, Tonks, Lupine and some Aurors, including the Weasleys and Mrs. Longbottom, will support us, and the entire Hogwarts will be mobilized. We can do it!"

"Of course!" Patsy smiled.

The twins teased Hermione mercilessly: "The queen obeys!"

This age is like night.However, when the night passed away, it was a solar eclipse.It means despair.

But before the solar eclipse is complete, when the morning sun rises, dare to break through the darkness.It means hope.

☆, September 1945, 12

There is no instrument to record the date in the solitary tower, and even the time can only be roughly judged by the bright or dark light in the cave.But the cave is hidden after all, except for the three or four hours of Shengwu, there is no room for more light in the huge space.But Harry could always guess the time roughly—as long as Tom came back, it would be six or seven o'clock.

Harry had learned not to throw his fist at Tom.Just like all parents will gradually find out in embarrassment that they no longer have the physical strength and energy to teach their children a severe lesson.

"Why are you keeping me here?"

"Because you don't like me. I know it. I've known it since I was a kid."

Harry just wanted to laugh at this answer.

So he smiled and asked, "Where did you see that?"

Such a relaxed expression, as if... he has already admitted.

This recognition caused the handsome young man's face to twist suddenly, and the hand hooked on Harry's shoulder also squeezed hard, almost crushing his shoulder blades with such strength.

"I remember everything when I was a child, clearly, including the way you looked at me." Tom stared at him firmly, blood fog began to faintly appear in his black eyes, which looked especially special in the darkness of isolation from the sun Coquettish, even redder than ever before, gradually approaching the color of those eyes in 2001.

Harry didn't want to smile anymore, but his expression could only be that of a smile.

What other expressions could he make?

Tom Riddle only remembered the dodge and distance he looked at him, his livid and cold expression, and his desperate and disappointed eyes.But is that all he did?He rubbed the child's hair and taught him magic, held the cake in front of the child for his birthday, taught him to write, play ball, swim, teach him to smile, cry, act like a baby, accompany him to sleep, decorate his bedroom, and choose clothing.

And he just magnified all the negative emotions infinitely, superimposed layer upon layer, going to the extreme step by step, and then complained like a victim?

Is it his fault?Was it his fault that he shouldn't have shown a little emotion for Tom Riddle?

What else could Harry do but laugh?

Tom Riddle is Voldemort without even needing a transformation.

Hermione had asked him - was it worth it?

Is it worthwhile to spend 20 or more years of life, the pain of internal organs being crushed, and the suspicion and incomprehension of partners and comrades-in-arms to raise a Tom Riddle who is destined to be his enemy?

Harry once replied - I don't know if it's worth it, but I think I should.

However, if he chooses to do this, he must have no complaints, no regrets, no leaks, and even the slightest wavering or omission?

Harry Potter has never been a saint, and Harry Potter is not a born savior.Rather than saying that he is the savior chosen by the prophecy, it is better to say that he is the savior forced by Tom Riddle step by step.He is not as wise as Hermione, nor as persistent and enthusiastic as Ron. Maybe he is braver and more optimistic than others, but he is only a little more brave and optimistic, which is only enough to support his three years of desperate escape.

Neither wizards nor Muggles can escape the category of human beings.No matter how great his skills are, the cowardice and rigidity in his character cannot be hidden and tampered with.No matter how firm the will is, can human beings eliminate the ups and downs of emotions?

Tom Riddle had killed his parents, killed his godfather, and driven him to the brink of collapse!

Why can't he have resentment?

Why can't he show indifference and distance to Tom?

Why are his struggles, hesitation, hesitation, and negligence all stupid actions in the eyes of outsiders?

He couldn't restrain all his emotions.He is not a high-spirited person or politician in fiction or history, he has no scheming, and he cannot calculate the consequences of doing so.

He is just an ordinary person named Harry Potter, who was forced into the position of savior by Voldemort.

Tom listened to Harry's staccato laughter, laced with a hoarse cough, and Slytherin felt strangely gratified.

Painful?Are you sad?

Who told you... not to like me?

It's like childish revenge, but far worse than revenge, selfish and even depriving Harry of the right to like and dislike.

As if he had found something interesting, he fiddled with the hair of the person in his arms, bowed his head and kissed the hair of that person almost reverently.

You can only like me.

"Let's eat, Harry." Tom walked out of the specially set-up kitchen with a relaxed and natural expression as in Godric's Hollow, as if they had never had any relationship.

He was trying to play it, pretending to maintain the peaceful relationship between them last month.

Today's food seemed to be extraordinarily rich, and the arrangement on the table for the two of them seemed to be extraordinarily exquisite. Harry was surprised for a while, but he didn't pay attention to it after all.

"I've got a few sets of books from Malfoy, they're all unique, you'll be interested." Tom brought the food to Harry.

Harry smiled. "It's a pity, I'm not very interested."

See, even though they've lived together for 14 years, they still don't know each other.

Just like he didn't know that all Tom's smiles, warmth, and softness were floating on the outermost skin, Tom didn't know that he didn't love books as much as Hermione, and even his biggest headache was being forced to read books by Hermione. read.

Tom paused with the hand holding the silver fork, and raised his head to meet Harry's calm gaze: "Then what do you like?"

Harry turned his head to look out the window, it was so dark that one could think it was just a piece of black cloth stuck to the wall.

"I like to fly." He turned his head to meet Tom's eyes again, seeing his suddenly gloomy expression, Harry grinned, "It's a pity I'm stuck here."

Harry no longer cares about Sley