The Last Goodbye

, the rustling sound of paper came from inside.The pocket watch hanging on his chest was shining brightly. He raised his right hand and swiped the air with his fingertips instead of a wand.He could feel the power of magic rushing through his veins.

A mist thicker than night rose before him.The shadow under the moonlight spread its wings towards him like a giant bat.

Harry looked up, smiling with emerald green eyes.

"I'm ready," he said.

The night wind blew through the Forbidden Forest, rustling, and the black shadow froze in mid-air, as thick as ink.

"Come on." The young man closed his eyes.

I don't want eternal life.

I want the people I love to have a life that belongs to them.

Time seemed to turn back, and everything overlapped with that night in the Forbidden Forest five years ago.He felt something fine and small gradually peeling off his body.No temperature, no pain, no sight or grasp.Like time vanishing at the edge of the universe.

Harry opened his eyes, looking at Hogwarts one last time.

"See you next time."

The youth's voice dissipated in the wind.The dark blue sky, the dark green forest, the lake with light silver ripples, and the warm red lights in the windows of the ancient castle, all night long.The night wind blows, and the moonlight caresses the deserted grass.

Tom Riddle moved uneasily in his sleep.The young man sitting next to him just waved his left hand lightly, casting a silent sleeping spell. Harry looked away from the sleeping boy, closed the book in his hand, opened an old notebook, and began to write seriously on it.

Stop the rise of the Dark Lord.Stop the rise of the Dark Lord.Stop the rise of the Dark Lord...

……do not forget.

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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.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

Sorting meme: Ron joked that Harry and Ginny's kids would be sorted into Slytherin as a tribute, and we all know who that is, lol.

wand choose wizard

THE WAND CHOOSES THE WIZARD, PARTI

1937

December was certainly busy for the Savior - no, it had nothing to do with saving the wizarding world - he was just busy saving his life and the lives of his wards.Harry didn't have a day off during the Christmas break, doing all the chores in Ollivanders wand shop.The sluggish economy in the Muggle world doesn't seem to have had any impact on the wizarding world, and Diagon Alley is still bustling.

Professor Potter is actually a little rich, but you can't expect a time traveler to pack a lot of Galleons in his suitcase, let alone he didn't plan to raise a child.Due to tight finances, Harry could only rent a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room in Knockturn Alley not far from Diagon Alley, which was already the best he could afford.Yes, you heard it right - 50 years later, the two influential figures in the entire wizarding world are now huddled in one room to sleep every day, which is a hero in an absolute sense regardless of origin.Even when Harry found out that there were two single beds in the room, he thought Merlin had taken care of him.

He already lived in the same room with the Dark Lord, and it would be terrible if he had to share the same bed.

"What do you do every day?" Riddle, who had just finished taking a shower, saw the late guardian enter the door, casually wrapped in a towel and walked to the stove to warm up dinner for him.

"I'm earning your tuition, Salazar." The hungry young man was automatically brought to the side of the smelling frying pan by his feet. Harry fished out a piece of ham with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, which was scalded as expected.Seeing the adults in their twenties flusteredly reaching out to fetch cold water to drink, Riddle squinted his eyes dissatisfied.

"What a terrible cohabitant..." he grumbled casually.

Harry gulped.

"Cough...you don't read those messy books." Especially the "Salazar Slytherin and His Lovers" on the dining table, he finished the second half of the sentence in his heart, and put the dark green cover of the book with a little disgust. He moved his book away, pulled out today's Daily Prophet from the bottom, and read it while waiting for his dinner.

The Savior suddenly felt that this scene was extremely funny - Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter's cohabitation life, the famous Dark Lord even cooked food for his sworn enemy.If RitaSkeeter sees this scene, it is estimated that a column of novels can be serialized in the Daily Prophet.

Thinking of this, he snorted sarcastically, but Riddle took it as dissatisfaction with his reading taste and didn't respond.The teenager brought the hot meal to his guardian, then sat across the table and smoothed his wet hair with a towel.In boredom, the black eyes glanced at the headline of the Daily Prophet in Harry's hand.

"So tomorrow..." he subconsciously said, but stopped when Harry looked up.

"What's wrong?" The young man looked at his ward, but the other party had no intention of continuing.

"Good night, then." Riddle brushed his hair one last time, got up and walked away.His guardian nodded in response after the newspaper.

Riddle woke up early the next day, but Harry, who obviously woke up earlier, was already out the door.The teen walked into the dining room to see butter and baked bread on the stove - presumably Harry had heated it magically - as there were two burnt slices in the trash can. Riddle made a disdainful sound from his nasal cavity, but still tore off a piece of roast and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Happy birthday, Tom Riddle," he said to himself as he stood in the empty living room.

Night fell quickly, and when the clock struck eleven o'clock, Riddle had to admit that he couldn't read the book in his hand.Although in fact, he has been reading the same paragraph over and over since about an hour ago.Putting down the book "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", he walked to the window and looked at the dark street outside the apartment. Why hasn't Harry Potter come back yet?he thought anxiously.Normally, he should be back by this time.He walked back and forth in front of the window for a while before realizing that it was the first time he was so worried about a person.

Or find him at Ollivanders. Riddle pulled off the coat hanging at the door and put it on, and muttered angrily, "You should be fine"—after all, I haven't even formally said thank you to you.Just as he was about to reach out to grab the doorknob, the round metal suddenly turned by itself.Then the iron door swung open, and Harry Potter walked in.He looked fine, except for the tired look on his face. Riddle pulled off his jacket immediately, although it was still a step too late.

"What are you doing in your coat?"

"Oh, it's a little cold..."

The other party did not question this answer. Harry pulled out a letter from his robes and handed it to him, "For you." The front of the ginger envelope was stamped with the words Supreme Court of the Ministry of Magic in Gothic script.

Riddle raised one eyebrow.Could it be that the reason why the guardian came back late was to bring him a summons from the Ministry of Magic?He casually took the table knife on the table and cut open the envelope, and pulled out a piece of light blue letter paper from inside.On the paper were written three lines in the same Gothic typeface as the envelope:

From now on, TomM.Riddle officially changed his name to SalazarM.Potter, and his direct guardian, HarryJ.Potter, took over on his behalf.

Ministry of Magic Supreme Court Naming Division

1937. 12, 31

Holding the letter in his hands, Riddle didn't seem to know what to say for a while, but he finally looked up and smiled at the guardian, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Harry replied flatly.There was no smile in those lake-like green eyes, just an indescribable quiet emotion, "Happy birthday, Salazar Potter."

THE WAND CHOOSES THE WIZARD, PARTII

1938

Time flies by after New Years.

As the weather warms up, there are more and more young customers in the Ollivanders wand shop.Many wizarding families brought their children to pick out wands before they received a letter from Hogwarts, so it was Harry's primary responsibility to protect these young wizards and witches from tearing down this century-old shop.At this time, the savior was very grateful that he was proficient in all kinds of wandless magic, and avoided the embarrassing situation of being discovered by the shopkeeper that his wand had not been sold by his old man.Ollivanders, who is still in his prime, is also very grateful that he has found such a capable assistant, allowing him to save half of the time cleaning up the damaged storefront and devote himself to making more wands.

The only thing the brilliant wandmaker didn't understand was why Harry never used wandless magic.He even made it clear that he wanted to see the other party's wand, but the young man politely refused.The wand is the person—the body