The Last Goodbye

The opponent's sudden attack, the straight-forward Gryffindor didn't stop with a chasing expression on his face, "You can't read my book..."

Riddle squinted his eyes, he could feel that this person in front of him was a different person from the friendly (at least on the surface) and even a little goofy young writer, but that wasn't his concern. Whatever Tom Riddle wants, he must get.

"Please?" He looked up at the young man, with an obedient and pleading look on his face, but Harry didn't agree with that.He understands the other party's tricks of calculating people's hearts too well, but he also understands the other party's character of never giving up. "Whatever you want." He finally shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to the other party's request.

It turns out that Riddle is indeed a smart and hardworking kid.He would come to the bookstore on time at six o'clock every morning to pick up the newspaper (although Harry didn't ask him to do so), and would hand in all the money for selling the newspaper.By the time Quint came to pick up the newspaper, Riddle had usually finished his task and was sitting in a corner reading quietly.At noon, he would find an opportunity to sneak back to the orphanage across the street, and then use the afternoon to complete the volunteer work arranged by Mrs. Cole. Only when everything is done can he have dinner.Yet Riddle arrives on time every morning, without interruption. Harry had to admit that it was rare for a ten-year-old child to have such perseverance. If he didn't know the other party's future so well, he would definitely be impressed by his hardworking and progressive qualities.But in fact, our savior has no time to consider the good qualities of this child, because he spends most of his time thinking about a more important question:

Do you want to kill Tom Riddle.

Harry's attitude towards the boy was quite different from the first day they met.At that time, he was eager to confirm the existence of Tom Riddle, and had to touch the other person's body to cast a silent and staffless tracking spell.Within a certain range, as long as Riddle activated his magic power, whether it was intentional or unintentional, Harry would be aware of it.Of course, this was done to spy on the young Demon King's every move.Of course, when the two first met, he thought about killing each other.A simple Avada Kedavra and a few Obliviates are nothing to him, the youngest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the history of Hogwarts.

But he can't.

No matter how you look at it, Tom Riddle is just a kid, and it can even be said that he is better than his childhood nightmare, Dudley. Harry deliberately approached Quint, the child he was most familiar with with the dean, and he could get all kinds of interesting information from the lively, cheerful and unguarded red-haired boy, but none of them directly showed that Tom Riddle was a heinous monster. Harry was an adult, and he couldn't throw a Killing Curse on Riddle just because he killed a rabbit in vengeance on a child who had spoken ill of him.A morally difficult situation leaves the Savior completely entangled.

If he, the famous Harry Potter, in order to break the prophecy, would use all means and even travel through time and space to kill his young enemy, then what is the difference between him and Voldemort? Harry couldn't convince himself that there was a greater good in killing an unarmed child.But not killing him doesn't mean letting him do whatever he wants.He decided to stand still for the time being and monitor the boy's movements, knowing that Tom Riddle would receive an admission notice from Hogwarts soon, and Professor Dumbledore would personally come to invite the boy to enroll.He had to wait until the most intelligent white wizard of this era arrived to explain everything to him. After all, he had the time left... A bang sound startled Harry.Reflexively, he clutched his wand up his sleeve, only to realize that Riddle had just dropped a book in front of him.

"Can you lend me this book, Mr. Potter?" the boy asked politely. Harry loosened his grip on his wand, and concentrated on looking at the large tome, "...dictionary? What do you want this for?" The other party didn't answer, but just hid another book in his hand behind his back. Harry watched the boy's subconscious little movements suspiciously, and suddenly understood.

"Is there a book you don't understand?" The young man raised his eyebrows, with an undisguised smile in his tone.The little devil, who seemed to have discovered some secret, pursed his lips, but he controlled his emotions well, and quickly stretched out that delicate face, "Please lend me." He even added Honorifics. In his heart, Harry really admired the kid's flexibility.I have to say that if the two of them switched places, the ten-year-old would probably just leave in a fit of anger.The savior, who was more than one round older than the other party, sighed inwardly, and moved the dictionary from the table away.The dark eyes on the opposite side sank, but the boy just pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.The young man gestured towards the other party, and the latter reluctantly handed over the book hidden behind his back. Harry took the book and spread it out in front of him.

"What can't you understand? Let me tell you."

Riddle froze, just like when he first met Harry and stroked his hair.He raised his eyes to look at the young man, and he could clearly tell that there was no trace of a smile in those green eyes.He can not understand.In fact, he was almost sure...the owner of these eyes never really smiled at him.Even when they met for the first time, he was keenly aware of the fleeting killing intent hidden in the other's smile.He didn't attack this man for no reason - Tom Riddle didn't know he was using magic, it seemed to him that it was just a mysterious power he used out of defensive instinct.But what happened next was beyond his expectations.Just when he thought that the injured young man would retreat and run out of his room, or get angry and get stuck on his neck, that hand just lowered down gently and stroked his hair.For Tom Riddle, who was abandoned by his relatives, guarded by the dean, and feared and excluded by other children, it was a warm experience he had never had before—yes, warmth—only in terms of temperature.

It turns out that the other person's body temperature is this hot?It turns out that another person's skin is such a touch?

This is what he really thought in the few seconds he stayed there.

This man is very interesting.

This is his conclusion.

The young Dark Lord certainly didn't know that there was a kind of silent and wandless tracking magic in this world. The gist of it was that the caster must be able to physically touch the caster's body, hair and skin.

That day Tom Riddle became interested in the young writer, but found that Harry Potter lost interest in him almost at the same time.After asking his name, the young man never took the initiative to communicate with him.In fact, every time Harry came to the orphanage, Riddle knew about it (because the group of brats chirping for candy were too noisy, he couldn't help but know).He wanted to continue reading, but he couldn't help but secretly observe the young writer through the half-hidden door. Riddle puts this down to the quiet reading environment being disrupted by noise.He did not go downstairs when the other party visited, and the other party did not come upstairs to see him again.Gradually, Riddle attributed the brief meeting that day to the whim of the two parties, and he even felt that it was ridiculous for him to feel the murderous intent and hostility of the other party.However, just when he was about to leave Harry Potter behind, a very serious problem appeared for the little devil - he had no books to read.

The current economy is so depressed that even bread is a problem. How can anyone donate idle books to orphanages?

He knew that young authors had opened bookstores nearby, and he knew that there were a lot of books from all over the world (thanks to that silly Quint's daily spout).If he also goes to the bookstore to help writers sell newspapers like Quint, can he ask to borrow the books there? Of course Mrs. Cole wouldn't let him run around, but Riddle was sure to be able to avoid women successfully, and what was more difficult for him was how to persuade the young writer to lend him the book. Riddle was starting to regret having attacked him on a whim - he hadn't realized how useful this stranger was at the time.When they met again, the young man really didn't even want to give a false smile.But Riddle didn't care about that.The other party has something he longs for—knowledge, books, a wider world.So no matter what the other party's attitude is, he insists on coming to the bookstore every day, showing that he is knowledgeable and even very respectful—he wants to get all the things that can be used by him here.

At least that's what he thought at the time, before the ambitious Dark Lord discovered that there were books in this world that he couldn't understand.

"What's wrong?" The green eyes on the opposite side blinked, interrupting the boy's thoughts. Harry was obviously waiting, so Riddle had no choice but to open the book "Visitors from the Third Reich", "Here...the word..." He unexpectedly found himself a little embarrassed.The other party didn't notice this. Harry just pointed at the German word Riddle had said and began to explain its English meaning.youth explaining jane