The Last Goodbye

kitchen, but that didn't whet another's appetite. Riddle turned to look at his guardian, only to find that the guardian was just leaning against the wall blankly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"...Harry?" He called out to the other party, and the green eyes finally floated over.

"...What did you call me?" The savior was a little overwhelmed.

"Mr. Potter," the boy changed his mouth reluctantly.

"It's still Harry." The green eyes drifted away again, obviously absent-minded.

Riddle smiled faintly, lowered his head to turn over the frying pan, then divided the golden scrambled eggs into two plates, and sprinkled some pepper and salt.He took another stick of butter and spread it evenly on the bottom of the pan, and fried two slices of bread.Still a little dazed, Harry turned his face away, quietly watching the other party's skillful movements.The pale golden sunlight in the morning sprinkled Tom Riddle's dark hair and broke into his dark eyes.His fair skin glistened in the sun, and his whole body looked vibrant.The black eyes turned and met the green ones. Harry was in a bad mood, but he couldn't help but smile at the other person.

"I'm going to school, Harry." Riddle looked at his guardian, and suddenly softened his voice, "Don't miss me too much." The warm moment just now dissipated, and the young wizard couldn't help rolling his eyes, "... ...I think you are worrying too much."

"Really?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, seeming a little dissatisfied, but Harry didn't pay attention.The two sat down with their respective breakfasts. Harry picked up the knife and fork, only to find that the boy across the table just leaned on his chin and looked at him quietly.He put down the cutlery nervously. Riddle stared at him for a long time, and then slowly said, "But I will miss you." He paused for a moment, looking deeply at the other person with his dark eyes, "It may be too early to say, but I think I'll make you proud." His tone was so casual that it was hard to tell if there was any real emotion in those words.The young man across the table narrowed his green eyes slightly, and there were some indescribably complicated emotions in them.But in the end, Harry just nodded.

After breakfast, they went to Diagon Alley together. After briefly explaining to the other party where to buy new books and school supplies, Harry hurried back to Ollivanders' wand shop, but was pulled away by his employer as soon as he entered.He looked at the other party waving his wand with some confusion, and changed the sign that originally said open to welcome your visit tomorrow.

"The business is closed today, we have more important things to discuss."

Ollivanders winked playfully at him, then fished out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a crumpled grease-paper envelope from his pocket.Inadvertently, Harry spotted a familiar set of vermilion wax seals and coat of arms on the back of the envelope.

"To tell you the truth, I've been waiting for this letter for days." Ollivanders seemed very excited, and then lowered his voice mysteriously, "Actually, I originally wanted to recommend you to Galatea's department, but Defense Against the Dark Arts is an advanced field. knowledge, and Headmaster Dippet has always been a cautious person. But I think the position he proposed is more suitable for young people..." Harry became more and more confused as he listened.

Ollivanders saw the slight frown on his face, "You're a Hogwarts graduate, aren't you, Harry?"

"Yes... er, I mean..." The young man suddenly understood something, so he immediately changed his words, "I mean... I am a graduate of Durmstrang. But I know Hogwarts, The wizard I admire most is a Hogwarts professor."

"I see..." the wand maker nodded thoughtfully, "No wonder I don't remember you coming to my shop to buy a wand, I thought I was getting old." Ollivanders grinned, and the man beside him The savior breathed a sigh of relief. "Durmstrang is also an excellent wizarding school," Ollivanders continued. "You just said that the wizard you admire taught at Hogwarts?"

"It's Professor Dumbledore." Harry replied quickly, "Actually, I've been looking forward to meeting him in person someday." Hearing Dumbledore's name, Ollivanders nodded approvingly, "I think you'll have that chance soon. You Do you like flying lessons?"

"It's my favorite." Harry smiled.

"That would be great." Ollivanders handed him the letter. "Read this. It's a pity that a young man like you stays in my shop. Since you say you have to follow that kid, I think it's a good idea." It's the only thing I can do to help."

Harry took the letter and saw that the sender's location was signed with the name Armando Dippet in neat Latin.It took him a moment to remember that it was Headmaster Dumbledore's predecessor.The letter was short, but Harry read it twice carefully before looking gratefully at his employer. "How is it?" Ollivanders was satisfied with the other's eyes, "Do you like the position of flying professor at Hogwarts?"

"It's amazing," Harry laughed dumbly, "I don't even know how to thank you..."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me, we're going to visit Principal Dippet right now, I'm sure he will like you."

"Now...now?"

"Correct."

Ollivanders took out a bag of Floo powder and shoved Harry into a nearby fireplace with a smile.

THE HOG WARTSLETTERS, PARTII

1938

It was almost midnight when we returned to Knockturn Alley again.

Looking at the official letter of appointment in his hand, Harry felt grateful to Merlin again.Although he couldn't meet Dumbledore this time (he seemed to have gone to the United States for private affairs), it was obviously more beneficial for him to act as a Hogwarts professor.Harry, who had returned to his teaching position, was in a great mood, and even wanted to share the news with his wards the first time he walked into the house.The savior walked into the living room excitedly, but the big smile he had prepared froze when he saw the other party. Tom Riddle was wearing pajamas, leaning leisurely on the sofa, but his ward was not the only one in the living room, and he was still entangled at the boy's feet...

A...snake.

Seeing him coming in, Riddle turned and said something, hissing fast, hissing like cold scales across the floor. For the first time, Harry realized that Parseltongue's voice was so cold and treacherous, just listening to it gave him goosebumps.Seeing that he didn't respond, Riddle frowned suspiciously, and then said a long string of things that Harry couldn't understand - I forgot about the damn Parseltongue.The young man couldn't help cursing in his heart, why do things always go up and down again?

"Why don't you speak, Harry?" The boy on the sofa finally found his English.

"Salazar Potter," Harry said without bothering to hide his frustration, "Hogwarts says you can take an owl or a cat or a toad - no one says you can take a snake." Although, well, Ron Weasley Also took a mouse, or rather an Animagi.

"The young master of the Lestrange family brought a beauty bird, compared to Nagini, he doesn't eat much, does he?" The young man smiled and looked at his new favorite nestled at his feet, and the green python hissed and spat out the letter.

This guy is Nagini? Harry was even more helpless.Why am I absent all afternoon... Speaking of which, how fast is this child growing up? When will Dumbledore come back from America?Until then, I have to hold on.He settled down and looked at the python on the ground again.The giant python that almost hanged him back then is not as thick as his arm.

The Redeemer fought back the idea of ​​throwing it out of the window with a silent spell, adjusted his mood, and tried to sound fair, "I don't think it's a good idea to take it to school, Salazar. Maybe I should have told You, being able to talk to snakes is a very rare ability..."

"The book says that this is an ability only possessed by a few pure-blood nobles." Riddle raised the book "Salazar Slytherin and His Lovers" in his hand.

Well, he couldn't refute this one.

"So Harry, you're a half-breed? Obviously you don't." The boy's tone was almost provocative.

Well, this one also...

"It's okay." There was a gradually widening malicious smile in the black eyes, "If you ask me, I can teach you."

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Calm down, Harry Potter, you must stay calm.The savior took a deep breath, trying to maintain a pleasant face, "Listen to me, Salazar, if you talk to your snake on campus..."

"That's funny." Riddle interrupted him again, "Obviously you don't care much about what I do these days, have you noticed?"