The Last Goodbye

E trembled uncontrollably.He tried to push Harry away, but was surprised to find that he couldn't.Their lips and teeth were entangled, and he couldn't breathe.The boy mobilized the last bit of strength and took a bite!He heard the other party hiss in pain, but the tension on his wrist didn't loosen, and Harry suddenly pushed back in retaliation - Riddle only felt his head spinning, and then saw the emerald green ceiling.The stony ground was as cold as ice, but he was burning with heat.There was a strong bloody smell in his mouth, the taste was sweet and bitter, like some kind of deadly poison.

The boy finally came back to his senses, and he stared fiercely at the person on his body.

"Let go," he ordered.

"No." The other party easily refused.

"You...!" Riddle struggled a bit, but he couldn't compete with the strength of an adult at all.Green eyes looked down at him. Harry looked like he was looking at a kitten who refused to be bathed. "I warned you." He said leisurely, sticking out his tongue to lick off the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, "I don't guarantee what will happen here."

"What are you doing?" Riddle stopped struggling.He is too experienced in resisting the mighty.He knew that when resistance was futile, he should submit obediently.As long as you can pretend you don't care, at least you can maintain your dignity.

"Are you scared?" The other party saw through him at a glance, "When the whip fell on you, you didn't panic like this." The young man's fingers gently stroked the scar on the young man's wrist, and Riddle mobilized all his will to go Resisting an instinctive shudder. "What are you afraid of? I hurt you?" Harry said softly, then smiled maliciously.

He leaned down, rubbed against each other's ears, and then bit him lightly. Riddle couldn't bear it anymore. "...Let me go!" However, Harry only distanced himself a little from him, "You can use magic to fight back." He kindly reminded.

"I can't beat you."

"I give you permission to attack. I will never fight back."

"You're holding me like that, and I can't get my wand."

"It's the first time I've heard that you need a wand to use magic."

"You..." Riddle stared at him at a loss for words, and finally raised the white flag, "Don't you just want me to confess some love and belief. I just admit it."

"There's no need for that anymore." Harry gently let go of the boy's hand.Tom Riddle, who had regained his freedom, quickly distanced himself from the other party, lowering his head and moving his numb wrists.He doesn't want to see those green eyes now, he needs to calm down.

The little devil finally took a deep breath, then raised his face to face his guardian again, "Can I ask you a question?" He sounded like nothing happened just now. Harry nodded.

"Why did you choose me?"

"Then who should I choose?"

"Why not Quint Weasley? He's a wizard too, isn't he. Why on earth did you choose me?" Dark eyes stared at green ones.

The owner of the eyes pursed his lips subconsciously.

"Why have you been so afraid?" Harry smiled softly, "Even if I had another chance, I would still choose you. Because you are as good as Quint Weasley - even, you are better than him, Salazar Potter. When you need He wasn't there when he was, but when he needed you, you were there, weren't you?"

Harry paused, he raised his head and slowly scanned the surroundings, "I know that there were many people who feared you, questioned you, and hurt you. There will be people like this in the future. There will be people who will tell you that being able to talk to snakes is evil ability. There will be people who will tell you that Slytherin is an evil house. There will be people who will tell you that Slytherin himself is the devil incarnate. There will be people who hate your name. There will be people who despise your origin. But I want you to know that things are not Always as people seem to be. You have inherited the abilities of a great wizard. The legacy of this wizard has guarded Hogwarts to this day. You will grow up in a good house. You will Be a powerful and good wizard. I never thought you were not good enough, Salazar. In fact, I've always been proud of you."

He held out his hand towards the other party. Riddle looked at him hesitantly, but Harry's hand never let go.The young man smiled faintly.He looked so confident and more patient than the other.

"You always…" Riddle couldn't continue.A bitter smile floated on the little devil's face.But he finally reached out and squeezed Harry back hard.

When they returned to the surface, the two had already missed lunch.They quietly left the bathroom, and Professor Potter led his ward directly to a portrait of a fruit bowl.The young man itched the pear in the painting, and the pear giggled and opened the door to the back kitchen.The elves were so excited to see a visitor that they quickly piled up a small mountain of food in front of them.

【Are you sure you are Gryffindor? 】

"Speak English on campus, Salazar."

They silently ate their portion of food. Harry stopped suddenly. Riddle looked up at him, but he made a silent gesture.There was bursts of music coming from somewhere.The young man listened carefully, with a smile gradually appearing on his face.Suddenly a red light flashed, and a large bird landed on Harry's shoulder.The elves screamed and hid under the table. Riddle just glanced at the bird calmly, then lowered his head and continued to cut up the chicken breast he hadn't finished eating.The big bird nuzzled Harry affectionately and chirped a few times in his ear.

"Really?" Professor Potter listened quietly, "Then I'll go right over."

"Where are you going?" Riddle asked casually, but the other party had disappeared in a burst of golden flames, leaving only the ashes of the phoenix fire around him. Riddle glanced at the golden dust and smiled softly.

"Bon trip, Harry Potter."

Grandmaster

MASTER SO FOUR TIME, PARTI

1938

September is the best season in Godric's Hollow.The sky is a clear blue, and the mountains are a warm golden red from the maple trees.The town lies peacefully in a mountain depression.The long bells echoed in the streets, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes short and long.

If you don't know the history of this town, you may feel that it is hidden at the end of the world and has long been forgotten by the world.However, the opposite is true.Britain's most prestigious wizards for centuries have had undisclosed ties to the town.The graveyard behind the church is filled with the names of ancient wizarding families.If you are willing to stretch the time longer, you will be surprised to find that famous wizards have left their footprints here for nearly a thousand years.The distant stories turned into songs and poems, sung from generation to generation in the rolling valley.This is where Godric's Hollow, Harry Potter's story begins.

A young man with green eyes stands in front of an old house.This old house stands alone at the end of the long street, surrounded by low stone walls.The owner of the house seems to have intentionally distanced himself from his good neighbors.Scores of sunflowers in the yard are poking out their faces curiously from the top of the stone wall, like little golden suns. Harry stared at the brilliant flowers - they symbolized brilliance, faith, loyalty, and the unspoken... silent love.

The young man looked down at the watch in his hand, it was one o'clock now.The next moment, the second hand slowly moved one frame, and the time became 59:59:[-].The big bird on its shoulder chirped. Harry withdrew his thoughts and pushed open the courtyard door.

Galatea Merrythought and Aberforth Dumbledore were sitting at the round table brooding. Horace Slughorn paced back and forth in front of the fireplace.

"Ah, Harry!" the Head Slytherin was the first to notice his colleague entering the door.He greeted the other party briskly, "I came here before I didn't find you. Let me introduce, this is Professor Potter, thanks to him who found Albus outside the Forbidden Forest in time. This is Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus younger brother."

The wizard in front of the round table slowly stood up.He has a pair of sky blue eyes exactly like his brother's, but there is no enthusiasm for his brother's savior in them. Aberforth smiled politely at Harry. "Thank you, Professor Potter." They shook hands hastily, exchanged pleasantries, and then sat down.

The fire in the fireplace crackled loudly.

There was a brief silence in the living room.

"Harry, Albus is awake." Slughorn started the conversation, "We guessed wrong. He didn't duel with Grindelwald." He stopped to look at Aberforth, and continued after seeing that the other party had no expression, "Albus tried to convince him, But it failed. He fell into a trap set by Grindelwald. I guess he was too eager to stop the war, so he took it lightly." The wood in the stove crackled, and Harr