Save the world from Hogwarts

Tom shook off his sleeves and stepped through the door, hands behind his back.

Professor McGonagall tied up Lestrange with her wand and made him float in front of her.

The three of them soon arrived at the principal's office.

Today Dumbledore was wearing his normal moon white robes.

When they came in, Dumbledore was carrying them, looking at the portrait on the wall.

The principals in the portraits rarely sit upright.

Tom guessed that Dumbledore was talking to the headmasters about something before he entered.

He glanced at Principal Armando Dippet, who had been kind to him when he was a student at Hogwarts, and nodded and smiled at him.

"A rare guest." Dumbledore replied with a smile on his face, "Please take a seat, Tom."

He waved his wand and silently conjured a soft Slytherin chair.

"As for the other guest," Dumbledore looked down at Lestrange, who was also placed on the ground, and his eyebrows trembled, "I guess he doesn't need any comfortable treatment."

Tom sneered silently and sat down in the soft chair.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Dumbledore and left the principal's office quietly.

All kinds of strange silverware in the office are sprayed with white mist, and the principals in the portraits are very quiet.

"So," Dumbledore also walked to his seat and sat down, leaning on the table with his fingers crossed, "Are you here just to bring Lestrange to me, Tom?"

Tom gracefully stretched his legs and crossed them relaxedly.

He took out Lestrange's wand from his robe and placed it on the table. With a flick of his fingers, the wand slid along the smooth tabletop to Dumbledore's hands.

"It's just because Harry asked me to come," Tom said lazily.

Dumbledore didn't move the wand, and looked at Tom sharply with his blue eyes.

Suddenly, Dumbledore laughed: "You have changed a lot, Tom. When Harry mentioned you to me, I was even worried that you had confused Harry."

Tom laughed incredulously: "You are still so suspicious, Dumbledore. Everyone will change. Of course, I must admit that a large part of the reason for my change comes from Harry."

Tom folded his hands on his abdomen: "But if it comes to confusion, I thought you would have more confidence in your golden boy."

"I have always trusted Harry." Dumbledore pretended to be relaxed and blinked, "Harry is a good boy."

"Conditional trust." Tom pointed out. "As for whether Harry is a good boy, I will not comment. However, I have a question in my mind. I wonder if Mr. Principal Dumbledore can answer it for me."

Dumbledore reached out and motioned for Tom to speak.

"As far as I know, Harry's childhood experiences are very similar to mine, but why do you have completely different attitudes towards me and Harry, whether it's you in front of me or another you in distant time and space?"

Tom retracted his stretched legs, rested his elbows on his knees, and looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

Dumbledore twirled his thumb and said apologetically: "You are different from Harry, Tom."

"What's different?" Tom maliciously imitated the way Dumbledore blinked. "Harry never fought back against bullying."

"This is one of them." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "Harry is very kind. Even if he is hurt, he is unwilling to hurt others. He has it in his heart."

"Even if this forces him to take the responsibility of saving all the people he thinks needs to be saved," Tom raised the right corner of his mouth and showed a smirk, "and I treated those who hurt me cruelly."

Dumbledore was silent.

Tom stood up: "You disappoint me, Headmaster Dumbledore."

He took one last look at Dumbledore, who had his eyes lowered: "In the years since Harry disappeared from my world, I have been thinking that if someone like Harry ever appeared in my world, maybe Nothing else will happen next.”

Tom walked out of the principal's office, and the moment he closed the door, he heard Dumbledore's sighing voice: "Sorry, Tom."

Tom shrugged.

Even the cunning, mutated Gryffindor Lion could never understand the thoughts of a Slytherin.

He laughed relaxedly.

Dumbledore would not understand that Harry was a Slytherin while being a Gryffindor.

Tom walked briskly through the castle.

Yes, a Slytherin like him.

He pushed open the door of Hogwarts, looked back reluctantly at the towering castle, then gently closed the door and left without any regrets.

This is no longer the home he misses.

Tom thought.

In the future, wherever Harry is, that will be his home.

He apparated to Grimmauld Place and walked into the still gloomy old Black house.

Lin Zhen was busy in the kitchen with rare kindness.

Kreacher, wearing the sparkling Slytherin locket around his neck, helped respectfully and adoringly.

Draco sat lazily at the long table, leisurely flipping through the book in his hand.

A strange aroma filled the kitchen.

Tom walked over, hugged Lin Zhen's waist from behind, and buried his nose in Lin Zhen's fluffy and messy hair, satisfied.

"What are you busy with?" Tom asked.

"Make some food." Lin Zhen cut slices, not caring that she had a giant pendant on her head. "I haven't eaten it since I graduated from Hogwarts. I miss it a bit."

Draco put down the book in his hand: "After graduation, I think you are still just a sixth-year student, Potter. If you haven't forgotten."

"I mean in the past." Lin Zhen replied gently, handing the whole plate of slices to Kreacher.

Draco shrugged arrogantly and looked at Tom who was still hanging behind Lin Zhen displeasedly: "But you are still only a sixth-year student at Hogwarts."

"Let's give up on the issue of age," Lin Zhenci smiled. "If you really count, I'm older than a hundred Dumbledores combined."

Tom let go of his hand in shock: "You never said that"

"Maybe you're kidding, Potter," Draco said uncertainly.

Lin Zhen took out the thick soup that had been cooked in the pot and asked Kreacher to bring it to the table: "I am serious. Oh, saying it like this really makes me feel guilty."

"What" Draco asked.

Tom once again stuck behind Lin Zhen: "No matter how old you are, fine, I don't care."

Lin Zhen raised her hand and patted Tom: "Maybe I shouldn't have touched you, Tom."

Draco snorted angrily.

Tom rubbed Lin Zhen's ear and emphasized: "I said I don't care."

"I don't care either, Potter." Draco crossed his arms, unwilling to be outdone.

"But you are not an adult yet, my child." Lin Zhen said tolerantly.

Tom smiled triumphantly.

"Damn underage," Draco cursed, and suddenly his eyes flashed, "You mean, if I am an adult, it will be fine."