The Last Goodbye

The action overlapped with Harry's memory, like Ron Weasley's double, and he couldn't help laughing. "It's rare that the weather is so good today." Quint sat casually on a stack of books. "Riddle didn't wake up today. I planned to sell his stack of newspapers for him. It's all because of that fat Stubbs..." Tom Riddle didn't get up either? Only then did Harry remember his earlier worries.He had thought that the one knocking on the door would be a little devil with a pocket of questions and a pair of cold eyes.

"No, he hasn't left his room today. Mrs. Cole got mad at him last night..." Quint suddenly realized that the other party was also one of the parties in the middle of speaking, so he shrugged and said nothing. Harry hadn't listened carefully to that sentence since he hadn't left his room today.He poured a trace of magical power into the tracking spell, and as expected, he felt a slight resonance from the orphanage.It was a faint tremor, or more like a spasm. Harry frowned. "Is he alright?"

"Huh? Who?" Quint froze for a moment.

"Tom Riddle, is he okay?"

"Probably." Quint said uncertainly, "Actually he's pretty poor, he doesn't have any friends, because everyone is too afraid of him, even Mrs. Cole..."

"Even Mrs. Cole?" Harry repeated uncertainly, recalling the woman's hand holding the belt last night.

Quint nodded, with an expression on his face that didn't look like a child's, but more like the tiredness and sadness that an adult would understand.

"Mrs. Cole probably just wants to protect the other kids, Mr. Potter." The red-haired boy almost sighed. "And Riddle... I think Riddle just wants to protect himself. Neither of them is wrong."

None of them are wrong. Harry looked at Quint's weary but determined eyes, and smiled gently.You'd be a very good Gryffindor.The young man said in his heart.He looked away from the boy and looked thoughtfully at the orphanage.The intermittent magical resonance still radiated there, and the occasional tremors at that time made people very uneasy.

"Let's go see him," Harry said finally.

When Mrs. Cole saw the young writer appearing at the door, there was no extra emotion in his gray eyes. Harry brought candy and a big smile as usual.Sweet Caroline brought him refreshments, and Quint helped distribute the sugar to the other little ones.The Matron didn't mention what happened last night, nor did she refuse Harry's request to see Riddle.The young man went upstairs lightly.The closer the room was to the end, the more he could feel the occasional tremor coming from there.Is he practicing a spell?Harry, who was standing at the door, put down his hand that was about to knock, and gently turned the doorknob, and then saw the little devil curled up on the bed with a pale face.

He froze for a moment, and when he walked into the room, he found that the whole room was extremely cold.The early winter wind passed through the half-closed windows, and the boy wrapped in the sheets let out a deep sob. Harry hastily closed the door with his hand back, took a few quick steps to close the window, and then stretched out his hand to touch the forehead of the boy lying on the bed, as expected, he felt the scorching heat.The little devil closed his eyes tightly, his thin body shivered from the cold, and the magic power overflowed uncontrollably with the trembling of his body.He is very ill. Harry subconsciously wanted to draw out his wand to heal the other party, but the movement froze in the middle.

What are you hesitating about?he asked himself.His right hand tightly gripped the wand in the lining of the windbreaker.What are you hesitating about, Harry Potter?

Remember who you are and what your mission is.

The words repeated every morning rang in his ears, in this world that did not belong to him.

The boy on the bed woke up in a daze, his eyes that were a little out of focus under the high fever looked in Harry's direction dimly. Riddle slowly stretched out his left hand, and gently grabbed the corner of the other person's clothes, "Don't go..." There was almost pleading in his weak voice.

The youth gripped his wand even tighter.The person on the bed seemed to be in a daze again, but the hand holding the hem of his clothes still didn't let go.The thin left hand trembled slightly, and under the reddish-brown scars were the joints that had turned white from excessive force. Harry stared at the boy's pale face and sweat-drenched black hair, and slowly drew out his wand and pointed it at him.

"Abra Cadabra."

Balls of white light fell from the tip of Dong Qingmu's staff, and melted on the boy's body like snowflakes.After a while, Riddle's frown gradually relaxed, and he let out a comfortable sigh and buried his face in the pillow. Harry continued to chant the spell, and more white light fell.However, at this moment, something unfortunate happened.

Without warning, the door was unlocked, and Mrs. Cole appeared at the door with Quint.Both of them looked at the young writer in the middle of the room in surprise, and the eleven-inch Dong Qingmu whose white light was constantly falling from his hands.

The female dean was dumbfounded, and unconsciously clenched the cross on her chest. "What are you doing..." she questioned, with unconcealable fear in her tone. Harry froze for a split second, and then his wand made a perfect arc in the air - "Obliviate."

The spell hit them instantly, and the woman and the boy froze for a second, then walked out of the room as if being pushed by an invisible hand. With another flick of his wand, Harry closed and locked the door with a silent spell.He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around, only to find that Tom Riddle had already woken up, leaning against the bed and looking at him.Those dark eyes were filled with the most complex emotions a ten-year-old could have.

The East Greenwood wand still pointing to the door just hovered in mid-air quietly.The owner of the wand almost subconsciously smiled at the awakened black eyes, "Hi..."

It was the same smile they had when they first met.There is bewitching pure kindness in the green eyes, and an unpredictable quiet emotion, just like the thin morning sun shining on the rippling lake.The young man leaning on the bed smiled back weakly. He didn't let go of the other's windbreaker, but leaned forward, getting closer to the young wizard.His pale face was raised slightly, and those dark eyes seemed to be burning.The eyes of the two intersected, and Tom Riddle spoke slowly.The high fever made his voice hoarse and trembling, but his tone was beyond doubt.

"Take me away."

The little devil said so.

Harry froze.

"Take me away."

Tom Riddle repeated it.The hand holding the other party's windbreaker trembled, but it never let go.

Some redheaded boy's voice rang in Harry's head - I think Riddle was just trying to protect himself.

Before the young man could think further, he heard the answer he blurted out.

--

Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Gindelwald 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.

Various stalks: The spell Harry used to heal Riddle was the predecessor of the Killing Curse. It was mentioned in Bones that this was an ancient spell that would be used to treat diseases.Aunt Rowling added this sentence and turned it into a death curse.

magic is not forgotten

YET MAGIC STAYS

1937

The moment Harry saw the adoption paperwork was signed, Harry really regretted it—the savior actually adopted the young Dark Lord—Merlin was absolutely crazy!Or maybe it was himself who was crazy.The development of the matter deviated too far from what was originally imagined, and the only thing to be thankful for was that now he didn't have to bother to monitor Tom Riddle with tracking spells.Seeing the little devil who had already packed his bags and slowly walked down from the second floor, the savior felt very entangled in his heart.The dark-eyed boy could almost be considered ragged, but he had a victorious smile on his face.The moment the four eyes met, the somewhat dull Gryffindor lion felt that he had been tricked.

"Please take care." Mrs. Cole, who saw them off, made a sign of the cross on the young man's chest. Harry felt a hint of relief in the woman's usually emotionless voice. Riddle had already come to them, Mrs. Cole didn't look at him, just added, "Take care too, Mr. Riddle." Then he walked away.

"Mr. Potter..." Quint stepped forward with his hands in his pockets, visibly uncomfortable, "Do you really... have to go?"

Harry nodded.

"I see..." the red-haired boy lowered his head, his voice became very sad, "I really... like working in your bookstore."

"Nice to meet you too, Quint." Harry stretched out his hand, "Let's shake hands." The moment his hands were clasped, he silently cast a blessing spell. Tom Riddle didn't join their conversation, he had already walked out with the box. Harry gave Quint a final smile and picked himself up too.