The Last Goodbye

their friends. Riddle smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose. I didn't think it was an important matter before, so I didn't tell you about it."

Alphard and Abraxas were dumbfounded, suddenly not knowing how to evaluate their friend's values ​​and reflexes.

It's basically the equivalent of a Muggle finding out they have British royal blood and saying, oh well.oh? !

"Master." The house elf who appeared at an unknown time bowed to Abraxas, the tip of his long nose almost touching the carpet, "The housekeeper told Oli to invite the master and your guests to the garden for afternoon tea."

"Okay." The young master's eyes were still locked on his friend, "We really need...to sit down and talk."

The generous snow fell from the sky and melted silently in the isolation spell of the rose garden.It is warm here like spring, and the deep red and pale white flowers are delicate and fragrant.The young master was not in the mood to enjoy the flowers, he was staring at the gradually cooling tea in his hand.

Abraxas swore that his friend and his guardian should definitely be taken to the Department of Magical Things by the Ministry of Magic, absolutely. Harry Potter was sitting next to him right now, leaning on his chin indifferently. Tom Riddle sat opposite him, drinking tea as if nothing had happened.

One of them has traveled through time and space, and the other is the descendant of the most powerful dark wizard in history, and can speak Parseltongue.Speak snake language!However, their expressions were calm, as if it was just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning at all. Abraxas admired him.He simply doubted that Professor Potter would adopt his friends because their three views and reflexes were different from ordinary people or something...

It was getting dark.The fairies lit lamps around the garden.

"But I don't understand..." Alphard gave Harry a sad look, "Professor Potter, what happened to him?"

"I don't know." Riddle lied outright - it's not that he doesn't regard them as friends, it's just that there is no one in this world who is close enough to him to share this secret with him.

"Did you take him to St. Mungo's?" Abraxas asked.

"Professor Dumbledore has been."

"I heard that the United States has developed rapidly in spiritual magic in the past two years."

"Both Professor Merrythought and Professor Slughorn consulted."

"That……"

While thinking, Abraxas tapped lightly on the table.There was a burst of warmth from the fingertips.He looked up to see Harry's hands covering his.The other party smiled at him, and then let go of his hand.He looks really normal.Strangers probably wouldn't see anything wrong with him. Alphard looked away from Harry and looked at Riddle worriedly, "Salazar, you may have other relatives. Your uncle...I think his name is Morfin Gaunt. Do you want to go to him?" His friend hummed casually With a sigh, he didn't seem to care much about it.This made Abraxas and Alphard even more worried.They know how many sleepless nights their friends have had.Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can still see the fluorescent lights behind the curtains.

Riddle himself can't remember how many books he's read in the past two months.He only knew that the books in the general area had no useful information, so he could only go to the □ area.In fact, he had asked the dean once before to apply for a library card in the first district, but Slughorn just looked at him worriedly, and then pushed a large can of dried pineapple in front of him. Riddle didn't give up, even though Potions wasn't his strongest subject.Well, he admitted, Potions was his worst subject, with the exception of Herbalism.Fortunately, with RheaPrince's extracurricular guidance, his potion scores have always been among the best.Coupled with the fact that he has always been outstanding in Galatea's class, Slughorn's regard for him is also increasing day by day.I should be able to get a library card next semester...

"Why did Mr. Potter come here?" Abraxas interrupted his thoughts, "These are not attractive times."

"I don't know." Riddle lied again.

Of course he knew it all.

Because he went through all of Harry's memories.

He knew that the other party had to come to this age of depression, turmoil, and darkness—because he wanted to prevent Voldemort's rise.

Of course, he had checked a long time ago, and there was no such a person in history.So Harry must have succeeded.he thought silently.He wiped out the Dark Lord, though I don't know how he did it, but it seems he did.The people he likes, loves, and doesn't want to forget should all have their own lives as he wishes.Just in a world without Harry Potter.

"I miss him very much." Alphard lowered his eyes sadly, "He is my favorite professor."

"Me too." Riddle replied softly.But his thoughts were long gone.

They all tacitly did not continue this topic afterwards.The next few days were uneventful. Riddle spent most of his time in the manor's library. Harry would walk in the garden during the day and return to his room at night.It snowed heavily the night before Christmas Eve.The elves took advantage of the darkness to break the isolation spell surrounding the building.The next morning, when Riddle woke up, he saw a white Malfoy Manor.Snowflakes covered the verdant trees and delicate flowers like icing sugar.The entire manor is covered in silver, and it is as beautiful as a dream.This made his gloomy mood better.

Abraxas' parents returned from Berlin that afternoon.In the evening, the young master's sister who was studying in South France and her aunts who were on vacation in Naples also arrived.The three guests had dinner with them, and the luxurious dinner lasted until ten o'clock, after which the butler duly delivered the custom-made dress for the Christmas ball. When Riddle came to Harry's room, as expected, he saw him sitting by the window looking at the stars again.

"Abraxas let's try it on." He handed it over, but Harry didn't take it, he just loosened the collar of his shirt. Riddle pressed his hand, "You can change it when I go out. Unless..." He smiled maliciously, "You want to give me an early birthday present?"

The young man looked up at him.Those half-smiling green eyes reflected the cool lights of Malfoy Manor, which was breathtaking.His eyes are green enough to suck people in. Riddle involuntarily moved closer.To his surprise, Harry also moved closer to him.The boy simply kissed those beautiful eyes. Harry obediently closed his eyes.This made Riddle very happy.Since the other party became like this, he didn't have the mind to think about anything else at all, so such an intimate contact like today was the first time in several months.His kiss fell lightly on Harry's face, and then gradually moved to the other's soft lips. Harry complied with his movements, and the hand he had grasped stroked the creases of the young man's fingertips, almost like a teasing hint. Riddle stopped laughing.

"What are you doing, Harry?" He moved closer.However, Harry made a move that made him even more unexpected.Harry spread his legs apart as he approached.Since this action was so obvious, Riddle's gaze involuntarily swept down, and then his eyes widened in surprise. "You..." The first thought in his mind was--too bad.

Harry just watched him quietly, and Riddle felt himself blushing - bad.He panicked a little.I was just playing with fire***.he thought to himself mockingly.what to do?I took the initiative to kiss him, I can't leave him alone.He suddenly missed that Harry Potter who would tell him 'this is illegal' in a righteous way.In fact, though, he wasn't sure the law would protect him.If something happens now, it is [-]% my own responsibility.Will I be sent to Azkaban?No no no... I was thinking of something messy.Damn it, it's too hot in here... Harry stretched out his leg and hooked him suddenly, as if urging him.

Riddle couldn't laugh or cry.

"Harry Potter, I..." He cast a Wind Breeze Curse on himself in the middle of speaking, "...I'm inexperienced." He really didn't want to admit that he was not good at anything, but he had to admit it.Although, well, he does know more than his peers.But a lot of things... what comes on paper is superficial. Harry moved closer to him coquettishly, gently rubbing the inside of his wrist with his fingertips, which was almost the most sensitive part of his body.Damn, how did he know... Oh, it was in that damned secret room that day.

Riddle laughed nervously.

"...Okay." He pulled out his wand and locked the door, "You teach me, Professor Potter. Aren't you the best at teaching?" He leaned down and pressed his ear to the other person, "Anyway, if I go Azkaban, you have to go too."