The Last Goodbye

The little devil's dark eyes were shining, and he stared at each other with great interest, as if he suddenly discovered something novel, "It's rare that you are so nervous, Harry, I'm really flattered. But the more you are like this, the more I want to take it How are you going to stop me?"

Harry was sure to hear the sound of his rational strings snapping—this kid really didn't know where to stop, so don't blame me for being rude.He didn't say anything more, but walked forward calmly.The boa constrictor spitting out the letter on the ground flinched from the fierce light in its green eyes.Its ignorant little master was still leaning comfortably on the sofa, just raised his face and looked at his guardian stubbornly.The green eyes suddenly curved into a gentle smile, the young man bent down, stretched out his hands to support the sides of the sofa, and locked the young man in the middle.The height of an adult is still very intimidating, Riddle instinctively sank into the cushion behind him.

"You're right, Salazar, I can't stop you from taking who or what to school." Against the light, Harry's eyes shone like cat's eyes, "But don't let me catch you doing some tricks at school "He specially emphasized the word 'in the school', and as expected, he saw the quick-thinking young man frowning.

"Besides, it's not Harry, but Professor Potter. Don't be mistaken when you meet me on campus." The black eyes that were close at hand widened incredulously, and the smile in the green eyes was even stronger. Riddle stared at his guardian in surprise for a while, and then asked uncertainly, "...Are you going to teach at my school?"

"That's right. And flying lessons are a compulsory subject for all freshmen." Harry raised his eyebrows confidently. Riddle's thoughts seemed to pause for a moment, his dark eyes drooped slightly, and when he looked up again, those eyes were serious and profound that didn't suit his age. Harry was still amazed by the other party's rare serious expression, but Riddle said, "You are for me."

He said every word, and Harry, who didn't understand what he meant, froze for a moment.

"You are not a writer at all—you appeared in the orphanage because of me, you came to Diagon Alley because of me, and you became a professor at Hogwarts because of me, right?" The young man's tone was serious, It was hard to hear whether he was questioning or making a statement.The savior was speechless for a moment stared at by those black eyes, and subconsciously wanted to look away, but the other party turned his face away first, as if eager to hide an expression that could not be said to be sad or happy.For a short while, the two had their own minds, and the room was so quiet that Nagini's hiss could be heard spitting out a letter.In the end it was Riddle who spoke first.

"Actually, you said that you needed me that day. I think you just said it casually." His voice was cold and soft, and his tone seemed to be telling other people's affairs, "I think you just said that on a whim, They all lied to me, but even then I am happy. No one has ever been willing to lie to me to make me happy, and you are the first..." Harry stared at him in surprise. Said such a long paragraph. Riddle's voice was so soft it seemed to be talking to himself, his face drooped slightly, Harry couldn't see his expression. "Harry Potter," the boy paused, as if savoring the true meaning of the name, and then he continued slowly with an almost inaudible voice, "Did you come to this world because of me...? "

The young man was startled, "Don't get me wrong, I—" But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pressure on his neck. Riddle reached out and hooked him. Harry was caught off guard when he saw the other person approaching, and the next moment something soft and cool touched his cheek.

What--? !

The young man was completely dumbfounded, and his whole body was still in a rigid state, watching the young man slide down from his neck in a daze.

What happened... Tom Riddle... no... Voldemort... his dear... what the hell happened?

Between Harry's arms, still stiff, Riddle was looking up at him.He looked very calm, without any emotion in his dark eyes. Harry simply wondered if all that just happened really happened.His heart was turbulent, and he couldn't put on a nonchalant expression like the other party.But Riddle clearly wasn't bothered by it.He yawned softly, "I'm sleepy, can I go to sleep, Harr—Professor Potter?" The young man who was still silent let go of the hand that was close to the outside of the sofa, he needed another arm now Give yourself a little support. Riddle easily slid out of the gap, glanced at the boa constrictor on the floor, and suddenly spoke in another language.

[I'm going to sleep, Nagini.Don't bully Harry.he's mine. 】

"What did you say to it just now?" Harry, who was still leaning on the sofa, turned his head and looked at him cautiously with green eyes.

"I didn't say anything," the little devil smiled faintly, "I just said good night."

After speaking, he walked towards the bedroom without looking back.

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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.

Various memes: After Voldemort's soul left Harry he couldn't speak Parseltongue.Aunt Rowling originally said that Harry had happily lost this ability (raised eyebrows).But he just can't speak, not completely understand.laugh.

Crimson Peak

CRIMSON PEAK, PARTI

1938

On the first day of school, Tom Riddle came to Platform [-] and Three Quarters very early—Professor Potter, who was required to arrive early to meet the freshmen, just explained the location of the platform and left in a hurry. Riddle had grown used to his Guardian being careless and overly reassuring, although he occasionally complained to Nagini about Harry's carelessness and carelessness.

[I really like that about him. ] hissed the boa constrictor coiled on his suitcase.

【Because he allowed you to sleep on the sofa in the living room? ] Riddle looked at it with a smile, 【You are really easy to please. 】

[You gave up the right to kiss good night in exchange for the bed, of course I cherish it. 】The boa constrictor stretched its slender body lazily.

[Give up temporarily. ] Riddle corrects it. Nagini nodded noncommittally, it was forming a small circle and preparing to sleep for a while.But it happened to think of something before falling asleep, [sometimes I think...he can understand what we are saying. 】

【real? ] Riddle stopped to look at it, but Nagini had already fallen asleep.

They came to the end of the red Hogwarts Express.This car is quieter than the others. Riddle looked around with satisfaction, then pushed his luggage into an empty compartment.Meanwhile, Professor Potter was furnishing his office in the west tower of Hogwarts.Flying lessons were always held outdoors, so Harry's office was a little smaller than the other professors', but big enough for a messiah whose carry-on luggage was only a suitcase.With a swipe of the young man's hand, the books in the box obediently fit into the bookshelf, the wizard's robe floated into the closet, and the newly purchased Comet 140 landed firmly on the broom stand.A little golden dust floated in the air, and with a flip of Harry's hand, the ups and downs were swept away.There was a burst of sparse applause from behind.The young man turned around and saw a wizard not much older than himself standing at the door.The man had well-manicured golden-brown curls and a cheerful smile in his grape-green eyes—Harry instantly recognized a younger version of Horace Slughorn.

"I have long heard that Mr. Ollivanders wants to recommend a very talented wizard to join Galatea's department, and seeing him today really deserves his reputation." Slughorn walked in and extended his right hand to the new colleague in a friendly manner, "Horace Slughorn, Head of Slytherin .”

"Harry Potter," Harry shook the other's hand, "It's an honor to meet you, Professor Slughorn."

"It's an honor to belong to me." Those clever grape-colored eyes looked him up and down, "Actually, I have a good personal relationship with Galatea. I organized a small gathering of professors next weekend, and she will come too. I don't know if Professor Potter will be there." interest?"

It's really the Professor Slughorn I know, albeit a younger version, Harry chuckled, "Of course."

"Then it's settled." Slughorn glanced around his office, raising his eyebrows happily. "I've got to go back and pack up. See you at dinner, Professor Potter."

Sending off the former Potions teacher, Harry returned to the table, staring thoughtfully at the east green wood wand that had been neglected in the suitcase, and took it out after a while, directing the rest of the things to slowly fall