[HP]Tom Potter

When Harry awoke from his deep sleep, he was lying on the bed in the medical room clean and tidy.Bright sunlight streamed in through the window, and there was a slightly bitter potion smell in the air, but it wasn't offensive.

"Hermine, Ron, Ginny?" Harry recalled everything before he passed out, and sat up abruptly.

"Harry, don't worry, your friends are fine." A pair of old but strong hands supported Harry, preventing him from collapsing due to excessive force.

Harry cried out in surprise, "Principal Dumbledore." All the worries in his heart disappeared immediately.With the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world here, what else did he need to worry about.

The headmaster with the white beard smiled kindly, "Harry, Miss Granger has already told us everything. You have defeated the Dark Lord once again. This is really remarkable. You know, even the young Dark Lord has deceived many people." , fell at his feet. And you not only successfully rescued Miss Weasley from his grasp, but also defeated him."

Harry rubbed his head, making his already messy hair even more frizzy.He blushed, partly from pride, partly from shame.He had also been mesmerized by Tom Riddle's performance, and without Hermine's clever analysis, he would never have found the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

The headmaster smiled and listened to Harry's stammering narration of what had happened, "Harry, you mean you passed out after destroying the diary? Then you probably don't know anything after that?"

"Yes, Headmaster, I was here when I woke up." Harry confirmed this. "Did something happen later? Did the Dark Lord come back to life again?"

The headmaster shook his head and raised his hand to stroke Harry's forehead. The warmth and strength seemed to be transmitted to the little wizard's heart through his fingers, "No, Harry, it's just that an incredible thing happened. And we don't know what it is For better or for worse, everyone is in the dark about it."

Harry looked at the Headmaster suspiciously, then nodded firmly. "Principal Dunbledore, if there is anything I need to do, please let me know, and I will definitely do it well."

The headmaster winked playfully behind his glasses, "Harry, don't be so serious. It's a strange thing, but maybe it will be a good thing."

The headmaster gently opened the curtain of Harry's next bed, and a small but familiar figure came into Harry's eyes.

A little boy about three years old was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.Fair complexion, rosy cheeks, slightly pouty pink lips, long eyelashes under closed eyes, short black hair obediently tucked behind the ear, a chubby little hand stealing from the quilt slip out.Everything is so familiar.

Harry's eyes moistened.

The old man watched Harry's expression quietly, and waited for him to force back his tears before opening his mouth slowly. "Harry, do you know this little wizard who suddenly appeared?"

"Tom," Harry felt as if he was floating in the clouds, and the great sense of happiness made him wonder if he was in reality or in a dream, "his name is Tom Potter, and he is my younger brother."