Soul shaping

he gets up?No, I haven't seen him since the morning. He used to sit on the bed and wait for him to get up... Harry checked his pocket, but the locket wasn't there.

He was instantly cold.

Is it because I left in such a hurry in the morning that I forgot to bring it...?Harry stopped, rubbing his forehead.

No...it's weird, everything is weird.Riddle didn't wake him up, and he wasn't around when he woke up in the morning. Even if he forgot to bring the locket, Riddle would definitely remind himself.With his strong desire to control and stubbornness, how could he bear to act without him...

All the facts point to one truth—the locket was stolen.

Harry remembered that the last time he was forced to separate from Riddle, someone also sneaked into the dormitory to steal.But it can't be Draco this time, who the hell is that?

He came to the Quidditch pitch in a daze and forced himself to calm down and play.But the fear and anger in his heart made him unable to calm down, and he really wanted to find him on a broom and bring him back to him.

The boisterous cheering on the pitch that used to excite and nervous him only irritates him now.

At this moment, Harry felt a faint heat in his chest, as if a fire was burning.He lowered his head and saw the badge of unknown origin.At this time, it is emitting a bright and dark red light outward, implying a dangerous omen.

Draco, who was sitting in the auditorium, was looking at "The Biography of Salazar Slytherin" in his hand boredly, waiting for the game to start.His fingers turned over a page, and his delicate and slender fingers gently slid across the old rough paper.

Suddenly he felt something, closed the book suddenly, and looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

forbidden forest.

Even on a sunny morning, the Forbidden Forest is still covered by thick tree covers, making it difficult for light to penetrate.The ground is covered with piles of dead branches and fallen leaves, maroon maple leaves, whitish birch leaves and scorched safflower leaves scattered together, transpiring a strange smell mixed with decaying smell and earthy fragrance.

A short, bald man sat restlessly on a reasonably level stone, looking around and rubbing his hands.And on the ground in front of him, an old crown and a locket were placed, and a group of figures rose above each of them, and they were looking at each other coldly.

"What should I call you? Mr. Riddle, or Voldemort?" The figure on the crown folded his hands, smiling wantonly and hypocritically, "How to call another self is really a headache."

Riddle looked at him indifferently, unmoved: "You seem to think that you have won."

"Do you have any tricks for the Jedi to fight back?" The man raised his eyebrows and raised the wand in his hand, "You must know that I can add a 'imprisonment' to you at any time, so that you cannot get out of the Horcrux."

"Do you think you can fool yourself?" Riddle shrugged, "If you could still cast the 'imprisonment' technique, you would have burned me to death with Fiendfire, so there is no such nonsense."

"you……"

"Just like me, you can only use some small spells. If you use black magic, your soul will become quite unstable, and it may even lead to the death of your soul." Riddle hit the nail on the head, "But it depends on the stability of your soul... You should have also fused a piece of soul fragment?"

"Yeah... the taste of devouring the soul is quite delicious, isn't it?" The man smiled cruelly, "I wanted to eat you too, but that action didn't seem to go well..."

"It was you who summoned the basilisk in the Room of Requirement that time." Riddle's voice was cold.

"So what, we are all the same, aren't we? You also devoured a soul fragment, you should understand me very well. No, we are one person, Riddle."

"I'm not like you. I don't devour souls, and I'm not... narrow and selfish like you."

"What did you say?" The man's face contorted, and he swung his wand at Riddle, who watched him indifferently, letting the magical beams pass through him.He was unscathed.

"You already know how to switch between incorporeal and solid?" The man lowered his face.

Riddle said "idiot" and ignored him.He pressed his heart, where heat was exuding from bumps, and told him that another person was galloping not far from here.

"Stop talking nonsense with you. I'll devour you now, too, and then I'll finish off that boy... I was going to finish you off last night, but there was something wrong with Peter... But it's okay, the world will eventually It's mine." The man squinted at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting beside him, and the latter quickly apologized, walked quickly, bowed his head in front of him in fear and obedience.

"Prepare for the ceremony!" He shouted loudly, a trace of red light appeared in his slender pupils, ferocious like a beast contaminated by greed.

☆, never leave

When Harry was circling at high altitude, he felt a sudden pain in his left chest, which was so hot that he almost fell off his broom.He lowered his head, the red five-pointed star on the badge had been burned black.It was as if a swarm of bees rushed straight in along the neural network of the brain, and a blurry image emerged in his mind.

"Harry! What are you doing!" Angelina screamed.Only then did Harry realize that he was falling sharply and was about to hit the ground!He hurriedly held the broom and pulled it up rapidly, narrowly escaped the danger of falling to the ground.

"The Gryffindor Seeker seems to have spotted the Golden Snitch, and his difficult descent and ascent is amazing. Of course, this is also very likely just a fake move of his..."

Harry's eyes searched anxiously for that tiny speck of gold, but his brain was as chaotic as a boiling pot.The image in his mind became clearer and clearer, he could see that it was the Forbidden Forest, and that fuzzy figure burning and pulling in the air...it was clearly Riddle!

"Harry!"

He knew he was plummeting again, but Harry wasn't alarmed.On the way of falling, he turned flexibly, flew low at a height almost touching the ground with his toes, stretched his arms and rushed forward.

Riddle's spirit body swayed, and the scenes of his body falling off and annihilating one by one kept reappearing before his eyes, like a movie scene with the replay button pressed, tearing his vision.

Harry couldn't bear to take a look at Riddle's painful expression. He held the Golden Snitch in his hand and raised it above his head. After being sentenced by Professor Hooch, he threw it far away.

As soon as he landed, he ran out of the court, seemingly ignoring the shouts of his classmates and players behind him.

"Harry, Harry! Harry! Wait for me!" a girl called from behind, but Harry didn't look back.Now he didn't want to pay attention to anyone, anyone who blocked him from going to Riddle was his enemy, even if it was Hermione, he would push her away without hesitation.

"Harry!" A hand pressed down on his wrist so hard that it almost broke his bones.Harry couldn't hold back enough, tripped and fell hard to the ground.

He stood up in embarrassment, turned around and was about to get angry, but his eyes widened in surprise: "... Qiu?"

"Harry, what's wrong with you? Why are you running in such a hurry?" Qiu looked at him worriedly.

Harry tried to shake her hand away, but she held it so tightly that he couldn't escape.A strange feeling rose from his heart, he forced a smile and said: "Qiu, I really have something urgent right now, can you let me go first..."

Qiu didn't speak, his eyelashes drooped.She pulled him close and kissed his lips.Her kiss was light and delicate, with an inescapable force, forcing him to sink together with her, trapped in an eternal cage.

"Damn!" A red light hit Qiu's back, and her body went limp without defense, and she fell down slowly.Harry took a step back, recovering from her mental oppression.

Draco, who stepped out from behind the bushes, grabbed his hand and dragged him hurriedly to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Go, Master is in danger now!"

"I know!"

"Harry, bow your head!" Hearing this voice, Harry lowered his body reflexively, a beam of green light flew past his head, hit a big tree in front of him, and exploded a mass of bark.

The two braked quickly and turned around, only to see Crabbe pointing his wand at them.And behind him, a red light burst from Hermione's wand, piercing the air with a howl.Crabbe's pupils suddenly dilated, and he knelt down heavily.

"He's under the Imperius Curse. Where are you going?" Hermione trotted around Crabbe's body and to their side.She was still carrying her schoolbag, and she seemed to have come directly from the auditorium.

"It's too late to explain, let's go!"

They ran along the narrow, dense trails of the Forbidden Forest, led by Harry's sense of direction from the badge.Harry and Draco panicked, and Hermione ran after them even though she was confused.

The scene that was constantly shaking in his brain finally appeared in front of him, and before Harry could heave a sigh of relief, he turned pale in shock—the devouring ceremony had reached the final step, and only one third of Riddle's body remained undismembered and absorbed.

He turned his head and showed a sad smile to them who were late, his lips moved.

Bye now.He recognized his words.

No, no--no!He absolutely cannot allow it!He can't allow anyone to snatch him away, all those who snatch him away from him are his enemies!

"Except your weapons!"

The moment Harry's Disarming Charm was about to hit another Voldemort, a small figure jumped up and blocked his attack.The wand flew from his hand and landed next to the locket.

Although the expected effect was not achieved, Harry's interference successfully interrupted the ceremony, and the devouring of souls was forced to end.Riddle's figure was ethereal, already on the verge of death.Voldemort growled furiously and pointed his wand at the three of them.

The speed at which he casts spells is unbelievable. Stunning spells, Cruciatus spells, and Leg-lock spells fly around.The three of them teamed up and still retreated steadily, so they could only passively defend, in a panic.

Hermione accidentally took a leg-locking spell and fell stiffly to the ground.Her schoolbag was pierced by a shattering spell, and it seemed that some glass product shattered with a snap, and the sand-like fine solid inside leaked out of the broken hole and was blown away by the wind.

The gravel is like diamond dust, undulating like bright waves in the sun, and when it falls on the face, it feels cool, numb, not painful, but it feels like a dream.

Everyone's movements stopped for a moment.Harry rushed forward with a stride, holding the locket in his arms.

The fine graining of the locket had faded to nothing but dark grooves.The original shiny surface is now fading rapidly, like a beach at low tide in the setting sun.

His fingers trembled and he could barely hold it.Seeing that the locket was about to slip from his hand, he quickly grabbed it tightly, and the uneven chain buckles pierced into his palm, but he didn't care.

The roaring illusory figures, the colorful and intertwined lush trees, the scarred companions and the boiling pain in the heart are all caressed by the gravel-like clarity, slowly spreading and becoming so far away.

He is wrapped in the gravel of time, falling from reality to another silent reality, from despair to another established despair.

A green light stung his eyes.When Harry regained consciousness, he found himself standing in the old house in Godric's Hollow, with the dead bodies of his parents lying beside him.As a baby, I stared blankly at the tall man who was slowly falling down with a wand in front of me, unaware that a lightning-shaped curse had already been engraved on my forehead.

Before he could figure out the meaning, the gravel of time wrapped him in another scene.

The next thing he saw was a large room filled with all kinds of decorative boxes. A fat lady who was dressed in an expensive but very conventional way was sitting on a chair, smiling and talking to the handsome young man sitting opposite her.The young man stared at the exquisite locket with snake pattern in her hand, a greedy red light flashed in his eyes.

That young man was clearly the grown-up Riddle.

Harry watched as he sneaked into the Fat Lady's bedroom late at night, poisoned her milk, and tampered with her house-elf memories.Riddle quietly stole the locket stored in the safe and walked away.

This time, Harry clearly saw the man's soul shaking and breaking into pieces, merging into the locket.

What followed was one killing after another.

His soul was broken and stored in ancient and precious keepsakes, Marvolo's ring, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw diadem... and finally the diary.

Gently opening it with one hand, wrote "Tom Riddle" on the first page with a pen.He closed the diary, turned around, and raised his wand at a boy who looked like a student huddled in a corner.

"Please...Riddle...don't kill me, I won't dare again...I beg you..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green light penetrated the entire field of vision, like a burning forest of skeletons.The boy's cruel laughter became louder and sharper in the forest, like a proud and proud emperor, and no one can disobey his orders ever since.

He knew that from that moment on, he would go into eternal doom, and every step would be death.

Harry thought this was the end, from death to life, from perdition to depravity, there was no such sad rewinding in life.I don't know if Riddle felt as sad as he did when he saw this revolving door.

But his time travel did not end.This time he floated in the air for a long time, the cold mist rubbed against his dry skin, his eyes were so painful that he couldn’t open them, he could only feel his own fall through the sense of touch, the pleasure of weightlessness made him almost scream stand up.

Before he landed, he opened his eyes and saw the Diagon Alley under his feet.On the bustling and crowded street, he only saw the little boy standing alone in the middle. He raised his head and cast a curse on the world.

"...I will let you know... I will occupy this world and make you regret it forever!" The little boy said softly, the greed and cruelty on his face made his handsome face ugly, as if distorted in the fire average.

"Wait a minute, please wait a moment!" He finally landed on the ground, and ran a few steps to hug his thin body tightly.His voice is sour, decisive and restrained, with the power to break through barriers and accept everything.

This is the beginning of all tragedies.All the seeds of madness and evil began to take root and sprout from the orphanage decades ago, and grew into a big tree in the sky in the loneliness and conceit all day long, with dark branches and leaves spreading across the entire earth and sky.

He refuses to believe, and also refuses to accommodate, so he uses this extreme method to change and deviate.

He will eventually get farther and farther away from him.But.

"Please don't leave this world, don't leave me.

"Because I won't abandon you either.

"I'll protect you. I won't leave you alone."

He whispered in his ear.The boy's eyes widened, and the pupils shrank sharply into lines.Something cracked softly in the ear, breaking the frozen barrier.Afterwards, the scene in front of him was scattered, and the little boy in his arms began to shatter and fade.

At the last second before disappearing, Harry saw him look up and give him a clean smile.

"That's a deal."

It's all settled.He returned to the forbidden forest in the shadows, but the scene before his eyes was completely different.

The already frail boy stood in front of him with his wand, pointing at the tall man who had recurred in the memory.And he also fell down slowly as in memory, turning into a cloud of mist, pulling away from the crown on the ground, and pouring into Riddle's body.

Riddle turned around, hugged his shoulders tightly, and rested his head in the hollow of his neck.Harry could feel the simmering restlessness in his cold body, the rampage of an unfamiliar force that would tear everything apart and reshape it.

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you." His voice was weak, but the arm holding him was exceptionally strong, "So you will keep your promise?"

"...I will. Of course."

I will always be with you, never leave.We will trust each other along the way until we reach the end.

The author has something to say: There is a third update today, see you at [-]pm

☆, Epilogue: Contract Magic

The Forbidden Forest at night is desolate and frightening, with the dark wind wandering around, the birds singing loudly and rapidly, bringing the freezing air from the treetops.

Harry held Riddle in his arms for ten hours.His hands and feet were already numb, and his head was in severe pain from the cold wind, but he still refused to let go.

Both Hermione and Draco came several times during this period, and they persuaded Harry to take Riddle back to the dormitory to take care of him, but the latter vetoed it.Not to mention whether carrying a spirit body back home will become the focus of everyone's attention, he doesn't want to accept kind inquiries from others at all.

It doesn't matter if he is selfish or capricious, at this moment he just wants to stay with Riddle.

Hermione and Draco couldn't hold him back, so they had to take turns bringing him food and warming equipment, and helped him light a small fire.

He quietly looked at the starry sky, where the milky white Milky Way ran across his head, and the thick interstellar dust blocked the brilliance of countless stars, but there were still hundreds of millions of stars shining brightly.

The long eyelashes of the boy in his arms moved, and he opened his eyes gently.His pupils gradually gained focus, like the reflection of a pool of water dotted with stars.

"Are you awake?" Riddle sat up, and Harry managed to move his stiff arms, frowning in pain.

"what time is it now?"

"Ten forty in the evening...what's the matter?"

Riddle turned his head to stare at him closely, Harry saw unexpected anger and regret in his eyes, and was a little puzzled.

"You've been staying here for more than ten hours? Huh?" Riddle snatched the wand from his hand, and kept pointing at him, the tip of the wand flashing blue and orange.

The stiff muscles all over his body gradually relaxed, and the blood circulation returned to ease. Harry felt that every cell in his body was cheering, and couldn't help but groan softly.

And Riddle's expression was still very serious, as if he didn't let him go.

"You can't abuse yourself like this in the future, you know?"

"Understood... I also want to take care of you." Harry protested softly.

As soon as the words fell, he hit Riddle on the head: "Oh, are you still reasonable?"

Harry looked at Riddle aggrievedly, with resentful eyes.The latter also knew that he was a little nervous, but he couldn't help it.

"Soul fusion is not the same as soul devouring. It will not be interrupted halfway, and once it starts, it cannot be stopped, and there will be no danger." He explained as softly as possible, rubbing Harry's messy forehead.

"I know... I just don't want to go back to the dormitory."

"why?"

"I don't want others to disturb us." The boy buried his face in his chest and said in a low voice.

Riddle was slightly startled, then raised his arms to hug his thin back, tightening it inch by inch.He leaned over, gently sucked his earlobe, felt the boy flinch suddenly, and couldn't help but chuckle.

The kiss fell all the way along the cheeks, and finally pressed on the soft lips, gradually deepening.

"Hey, by the way, did you take a closer look at my newly fused body?" After the kiss was over, Riddle thought of something, and rolled up his sleeves excitedly.

His arms are no longer as illusory as before, and there is almost no difference from the real body.Had it not been for the fact that it was still cool to the touch, Harry would really have thought he was fully recovered.

"Is it so exciting after fusing a piece of soul?" Harry gasped in admiration.

"No, it's two pieces. That guy has swallowed a piece of soul before, and if I'm not mistaken, it should be the piece from the Hufflepuff Gold Cup."

"Oh... ah, by the way, what happened then? Why did you beat him when I woke up?" Harry finally remembered this important question.

Riddle took a deep look at Harry, then raised his head to look at the sky covered by countless branches: "Do you know what was crushed in Hermione's schoolbag at that time? It was the time converter, which can bring you back to The past time. Hermione used this thing to take so many classes at the same time. At that time, the time converter was broken down, and the time grit inside it fell on everyone, so everyone had a short Time travel. Because you held my Horcrux at that time, it had a certain influence on the time grit...In short, you have traveled through my past. And the effect of time grit is not as good as a complete time converter after all , so you couldn't have any influence on my fate in the previous time, just like looking at a piece of memory. Only in the end can you change me..."

His voice lowered, as if he was remembering something, but there seemed to be nothing.

"And then?" Harry urged him, curious as hell.

"Harry, do you know why I lost to you in the first place?" Riddle didn't continue talking, but asked an irrelevant question.

"You mean the thing about you trying to kill me as a baby?" Harry thought for a moment, "I think I've heard it said that it was because my mother had cast an ancient protective spell on me, as long as I still have one drop of blood in this world, so I won't die."

"Yes, that is indeed a very old spell. Quite old...It started in the era of wandless magic before wands. At that time, casting spells relied on pure soul, faith and spells. The wizards who came out of that period They are all absolutely top-notch existences, but almost no one remembers their names... The spell system they created has almost been lost, and only a small part remains." Riddle looked far away, "And the spell system cast by your mother The old mantra of the old mantra is wandless magic that does not require a wand. The power it is attached to is a strong and deep emotion-maternal love. Your mother left you with the most perfect and lasting protection with love, this love It will live forever in your blood, immortal."

"Ah...Mom." Harry murmured absentmindedly, searching for the gentle eyebrows and eyes of the woman in his memory, and the warmth of her soft fingertips stroking the brows.

Riddle hugged him gently, stroking his back gently.His voice was deep and magnetic, with a clear texture like spring water: "Your mother left you with more than protection. She deeply engraved this magic into your flesh and blood, and she engraved this magic into your flesh and blood. The love is passed on to you. So that when you meet someone you want to protect in the years to come, you can use your love and soul to protect him.”

"So..." Harry turned to look at him, and he saw himself silver in the moonlight in his eyes.

"Yes. At that time, it was your guardian magic that protected me from harm. The three words you said to me were the spells that opened the magic. It gave me the power to restore a part of my devoured soul. , holding the wand again. At that time, he wanted to kill you with the Killing Curse, but I had to stand in front of you, and I couldn’t use the incorporeal state, otherwise you would die... I thought my life would be in the future This is the end." Riddle closed his eyes, feeling the breeze on his face, "But history repeated itself, Harry...the spell rebounded on me, killing himself instead."

"And because you saved me, you were able to fuse his soul fragments," Harry continued.Everything suddenly became clear.

"Yes. Killing people can split the soul, so the way to reshape the soul is naturally to save people... Of course, the premise is that there is a piece of soul fragment nearby."

"Riddle, I've already thought of a way to help you." Harry looked at him with bright eyes, like a child who came to ask for credit.

"You want to shape my soul, right?" He hugged Harry to him, and the two sat facing each other, staring at each other.

"Ah."

"Then we still have a long way to go... Now there are only Marvolo's ring, Slytherin locket and the most powerful master soul. We will not be so lucky in the future." Riddle spoiled rubbing his head.

"It's okay, isn't there still you here? And there is protective magic between us, so we won't die so easily." Harry was very optimistic.

"By the way, speaking of that magic...it's actually not the same as the magic your mother cast." Riddle added something as he thought of something.

"Why is it different?"

"It has one more function than your mother's magic... Uh, it can not only protect me, but also a contract magic."

"Contract magic? How could it be contract magic?" Harry had a bad feeling.

"Try to think about what you said at that time?"

"Well... please don't abandon this world, don't abandon me. Because I won't abandon you either. I will protect you well. I won't leave you alone." Saying these three sentences again, Harry felt Shame on me.

"Yes... this is a two-way contract. You promise me 'won't abandon me' and 'protect me', and I promise you 'won't abandon this world' and 'won't abandon you'. This is Our oath to each other... Do you remember how I answered it at that time?" Riddle's voice was extremely soothing, like a Mozart serenade.

"That's when you said... 'It's a deal'." Harry thought of the boy's clean and pure smile, and his heart was clear and bright.

"So, the contract is established." Riddle snapped his fingers.He lay down, staring at the eternal starry sky with his dark pupils.Harry lay down facing him too, with his hands behind his head.

The universe is so vast and boundless that it takes tens of billions of years for a beam of light to travel from the most distant beginning to the youngest end, through the dust forests of countless galaxies cantilevered, and countless long-traveling cosmic rays.

However, in such a vast time and space, the fetters between them run through from beginning to end, closely connected by prophecy and blood until eternity.

The author has something to say: Although there will be a few chapters to explain the funeral, I feel that this chapter is more appropriate as the end...

The second part is about to end, and then enter the longest third part.

Durmstrang's introduction is relatively small, so he will probably fill it out with his own brain.Although I'm not used to adding original characters to fanfiction, there are too few people like Durmstrang, so I may add a few, but I haven't thought about it yet...

There will be a few more chapters about Yu Bo and extra episodes later.The aftermath is partial to Dehe, and there are further explanations for the setting.

Then, as always, take time off to think about the outline...

Wait, thanks advisss for the grenade! !Someone actually gave me a reward! ! !

☆, Aftermath: The most loyal friend

She took a deep breath, wrapped her windbreaker tightly, and walked slowly into the dark Forbidden Forest.The occasional click of the heel of her shoe on a branch made her heart skip a beat, and Hermione clenched her wand tightly, constantly emboldening herself.

She felt that she was really the most loyal friend in the world, and she went deep into the Forbidden Forest to check on Harry's safety at such a late hour.Although she had already delivered dinner to Harry before this, Hermione was really worried, especially after learning from Ron that he hadn't returned to the Gryffindor dormitory.

For some reason, Hermione didn't want to tell Ron about it.Maybe it's because he's an outsider in this chain of events.Hermione didn't see the need to bother him with these things... in fact she couldn't be bothered to explain.

Seeing the drowsy little figure about to collapse from exhaustion from a distance, Hermione stepped forward and touched Harry's forehead—fortunately, he didn't have a fever.She took off her windbreaker and covered him, the boy grunted, tilted his head and continued to sleep.

Hermione, wand in hand, sneezed as she walked, and cast several protection, wind, and warming spells around her.She took one last look at the two of them, sighed and left with arms folded.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Draco approaching in a thick mink coat and thick leather snow boots.Hermione couldn't help but glanced at the thin sweater and cardigan on her body, and rolled her eyes in her heart.

This guy is really declaring how rich he is all the time.

Unaware that he had been despised by Hermione in his heart, Draco nodded gracefully at her and asked, "Master, how are they doing?"

"Both of them are sleeping, and they don't know when they will wake up." Hermione felt helpless.

"How about we take them back? Sleeping in the Forbidden Forest or something doesn't sound good," Draco thought.

"I added some spells to them, and they can last until dawn." Hermione frowned. "It's too unrealistic to take them back. Which of us would dare to touch Riddle?"

"…" Well, Draco admitted he didn't dare.

Hermione sneezed again. She rubbed her nose and was about to cast a warming spell on herself when a mink coat was draped over her body.

Draco was wearing a fine cotton vest and white shirt with a green Slytherin bow tie around the collar.Hermione looked at him suspiciously. She remembered that last term he called her a Mudblood, which was pretty nasty.

"It's what a gentleman should do to keep a lady from getting cold."

"Are you a gentleman?" Hermione questioned.

"...cough, of course." Draco coughed pretending to be calm, but almost tripped over a long tree root protruding from the ground under his feet.

"..." Hermione was a little speechless, and took out her wand from her arms to light up the beam.

The faint blue light swayed in the bushes, and the cool forest wind made her more awake.So many things happened in one day, and she still hasn't fully recovered.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore asked us to go to the office tomorrow." Draco suddenly remembered this matter.

"The principal already knows?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Well... After all, there was so much movement in the Forbidden Forest yesterday." Draco nodded, "I'm a little worried that the headmaster will be against the master..."

"I believe the headmaster will learn from it, he is not that kind of pedantic person." Although Hermione said this, she was still a little uncertain.Yesterday's experience had made her trust Riddle to a large extent, otherwise she wouldn't have let Harry stay with him alone.

What if Professor Dumbledore didn't believe them and insisted on killing Riddle... The two fell into deep thought at the same time.

"I said, can we not mention the existence of the master to the principal? Just say that Harry destroyed a Horcrux..."

"So how did he kill him?" Hermione shook her head. "To be honest, I still haven't figured out what happened yesterday."

This made her very uncomfortable, as if there was a claw scratching in her heart, and it was difficult to rest in peace without knowing the truth.

"If he asks us how Harry destroyed the Horcruxes, we'll just say we don't know. That's the truth anyway." Draco shrugged.

Hermione remained noncommittal.They didn't discuss in the end, and Draco offered to send Hermione back to the dormitory, but the latter declined——

"It's not that I hold a grudge against your previous behavior, but it's not good for your reputation to let people see the two of us together?"

Draco was speechless.

Hermione always woke up early and regularly.She would get up on time at five o'clock, turn on the lamp and read "Hogwarts: A School History" or "Ten Wizards Who Made the Greatest Contributions to the Nineteenth Century" for a while.After the other girls in the dormitory woke up one after another, she pretended that she had just woken up too, and she hadn't studied for an hour more than them.

Hermione felt that it was a bit bad for her to do so, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

On this day, she was still sitting in the dormitory reading a book.After the Quidditch game it was Christmas break, and the other girls in the dorm had gone home for the holidays.Hermione had also considered whether to go back to spend time with her parents, but after thinking about it, she still had a lot of things to deal with.

Hermione glanced at the mink coat she had hung by the bed, thinking about returning it to Draco when she went to see the Headmaster in the afternoon.

"You didn't spend Christmas with your family?" a voice behind