The Last Goodbye

Ollivanders, a stick maker, knew this well, but this young man with delicate features exuded a kind and friendly atmosphere, and he felt that even if the other party needed to hide his identity, it would not be for any bad purpose.

Harry's wandless magic was fast and accurate, and his silent magic was absolutely superb. Even if it was just some basic restoration spells, Ollivanders still felt sorry for this talented young man—how could such an excellent wizard be relegated to the What about odd jobs in your own wand shop?

"I don't stay in one place for too long." Harry explained, "Because I have someone... how should I put it, who I have to follow all the time."

Ollivanders quickly met the 'someone who had to be followed' - he had to admit he couldn't have guessed it was an 11-year-old kid anyway.He looks like an ordinary child, with a delicate face and a healthy body, at most he is thinner than his peers.To say that he is the young man's illegitimate child... seems a little too old? Ollivanders considers himself an excellent wand maker, and the best part of an excellent wand maker is not in making the wand itself, but in his accurate judgment of his guests—wizards.But no matter how he looked at it, he didn't feel that this child named Salazar Potter was so special that he needed an adult wizard with strong spells to 'must follow him all the time'.Plus Harry Potter didn't want to show his wand.He always felt that these two people were covered with a layer of mystery.Of course, Ollivanders didn't pay much attention to the matter, preferring to observe the strange pattern of communication between the young wizard and his guardian.He could tell that the two were not ordinary relatives, even though they both had the surname Potter.

"No," Riddle looked at the wand Harry handed over, with a look of disdain in his black eyes, "I didn't even have to touch it to know it wasn't this one... Are you really my guardian?"

Ollivanders, who was sitting by the side watching the show, chuckled. The conversation between this young man and another boy was a good relaxation between the tedious cane-making work—he could feel that his employees were very absent-minded today.This is very strange.It was obvious that Harry was very careful when choosing wands for strangers, but how could it be his own turn that he didn't care at all?

Not far away, Harry felt that no one in this world could understand his suffering.He is very attentive!He was trying very hard to find a replacement for his thirteen-and-a-half-inch yew brother with a phoenix-feather center but not his own wand, but had so far been unsuccessful.The little devil stood not far away with his arms folded, and Harry could even feel the suspect's eyes glued to the back of his neck. He couldn't help but resent the bloody sharpness of the heir of Slytherin...

"Why do I feel...you did it on purpose." Riddle's cold voice came from not far away, "I'll do it myself."

But Ollivanders didn't give him that chance.Perhaps because he felt that continuing to watch a good show might ruin his own golden signboard, the wand maker stood up with a smile on his face, walked around the rows of rod racks with ease, and then waved his wand leisurely, letting a dusty The black box floated down from the height of the rod rack near the ceiling.He used a spell to remove the dust from the wand box, bent towards his little guest as if showing expensive red wine to him, and slowly opened the slender box in his hand.

On rich black velvet lay a bone-white wand.

Compared with the slightly dim old store, it seems to exude a cool light.

A barb protruded from the end of the handle, like a python's fang, or a devil's claw. "Thirteen and one-half inches, yew, with a phoenix feather in the center. Evergreen and phoenix, a perfect match." Ollivanders proudly introduced his work, "Try it, my Little guest?"

"Thank you, sir." The dark-eyed boy smiled at him, picked up the wand from the velvet, and Ollivanders was pleased to see the boy's eyes light up as he touched the wand. "Fine," Riddle said, staring at the wand in his hand. Ollivanders smiled and agreed, "The wand chooses the wizard."

The wand chooses a wizard... The eyes of the young man standing not far away sank.

It seems that until this moment, history has not been changed.

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

letter from hogwarts

THE HOG WARTSLETTERS, PARTI

1938

The gray-feathered little owl arrives on the last Sunday in July.It was just dawn, and Harry, who had a rare half-day vacation, was sitting at the dining table drinking coffee and writing, and then heard the sound of the bird knocking on the glass. "Wait a minute." Harry didn't stop writing, but the knocking didn't subside.He had no choice but to put down his pen and open the window to let the little owl in.The bird lifted its legs, and flew away without looking back after Harry unwrapped the letter.Mr. S. Potter was written in the middle of the yellowed oil paper envelope, and on the back was a vermilion wax seal and the coat of arms of Hogwarts.Coincidentally, Tom Riddle came out of the bedroom at this moment, and Harry handed the letter over.The young man who hadn't woken up yet took the letter, raised his head and smiled at him, then sat down at the dining table, took a sip of the other's coffee.

There was an indescribably subtle calm in the atmosphere between the two.

Since the other party got his brother's wand, the unease in the savior's heart became more and more obvious.Gryffindors were not good at hiding their feelings, and even the slightest change in attitude could not escape the eyes of the heirs of Slytherin.So Harry barely concealed his indifference and distance.What surprised him was that no matter how his attitude changed, Riddle always managed to maintain a delicate balance between the two.Or maybe this is where the Dark Lord excels.he thought secretly.The young man seemed to have gotten used to his occasional defense, and the other party would always give him the illusion that he had been tamed just right, and almost deceived him.The emerald green eyes sank.Although Gryffindor was careless in some details, the savior's intuition was still very keen, and his intuition told him-Tom Riddle was just dormant.

The wand chooses the wizard.

It is the best proof that his brother wand has chosen the other party.The child's heart has not changed.All this is just a false calm... the young man who controlled the stirring spoon with a magic wand thought a little dejectedly.Better wait for Dumbledore to come and explain the situation to him.In terms of educating children, he has more confidence in his former principal.But then again, it's the end of July, when will he come. Harry thought silently.Suddenly, in a daze, a few wisps of frangipane flung out from the suspended mixing bowl.

Riddle at the dining table quickly finished reading the letter, and then carefully folded the letter paper according to the previous creases and put it in the envelope, just like an ordinary 11-year-old child treats his beloved things.Even though Harry had introduced him to the wizarding world and Hogwarts a few months earlier, he was still extremely excited when he received the acceptance letter.Deep in his heart, the sense of belonging brought by this strange world has already surpassed everything he is familiar with.The young man stroked the coat of arms on the envelope with his slender fingers, and a smile overflowed from his black eyes.

Very good.he thought silently.I'm going to my world, and I'm going to build my kingdom from here. Riddle looked away from the letter and looked up at his guardian, "I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy some books and parchment, do you want to come with me, Harry?"

The young man with his back turned only vaguely responded.Contrary to his ward, Harry Potter was in an extremely bad mood at this time—he had just realized that Albus Dumbledore would not appear as it did in history, and then went to Hogwarts with Tom Riddle who was an 'orphan'—because he Not only did he adopt the kid, but he even went to the Ministry of Magic to modify his information in the name of his immediate guardian!

Am I stupid——Harry knocked himself hard inwardly, and with a shake of his hand holding the wand, more frangipane spilled out.Suddenly a hand stretched out in front of him, holding the mixing bowl in mid-air.The young man turned his head and saw that the young man whose height was less than his shoulder rescued the little breakfast left in the bowl. Riddle looked at the egg mixture that had been messed up by the other party, and rarely mocked the guardian's clumsiness, but silently took out the egg beater from the drawer and operated it again, then turned on the fire, scattered the beaten eggs and fried them pot.The wonderful aroma overflows immediately