Soul shaping

Harry squeezed the words through his teeth, "Tom Riddle, I shouldn't have picked up that diary in the first place, I should have just thrown it into the fire and burned it!"

"It's ridiculous, ordinary fire can't destroy a Horcrux." Riddle corrected coldly, "Believe me, you can slowly study how to kill me, but what you kill is just me."

"What?" Harry frowned, wondering what his words meant.And Riddle also realized that he had talked too much, so he kept silent.

There seemed to be a thread connecting the scattered clues, Harry paused, swallowed, his voice trembling slightly: "Wait a minute, the seven you I saw in my dream...couldn't be real? No, it should be six now... Does that mean you really have so many souls?"

Riddle just looked at him without answering, his pupils were like a pool of stagnant water.

"You actually did this kind of thing... to split your own soul? You are so cruel to yourself, no wonder you are so inhuman."

"Enough is enough?" Riddle narrowed his slender eyes and clenched his fingers. "If it's enough, go back to sleep!"

"You don't have to worry about when I sleep!"

"Oh, then you forgot what to do tomorrow?" Riddle raised his eyebrows.

"Tomorrow?" Harry thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "You mean my birthday?"

Riddle: "..."

"No, even if tomorrow is my birthday, I don't need to get up early..." And it's impossible for this guy to know when his birthday is, right?

Yes know.he thinks.After hearing that prophecy he did a detailed investigation and beat his family three times...born in the seventh month...he chose him out of two.So of course he knew when Harry Potter had his birthday.

But that's not what he meant...

"Aunt Marge." He rolled his eyes.

Harry's expression froze for a moment.Aunt Marge wasn't his blood, she was Uncle Vernon's sister, but they kept making him call her aunt.Aunt Marge had a big house in the country, with a garden around it, where she grew flowers and dogs, and lived very comfortably.She seldom came to Privet Drive because she couldn't bear to leave her pack of dogs.

Aunt Marge left Harry with painful memories.He hated her big garden, and she hated her little eyes under her curly tufts of hair.

Harry remembered that Uncle Vernon had said that Aunt Marge would be coming tomorrow morning, and that he'd gotten up early to get ready... terribly.

At this moment they heard something banging on a glass window, not very loud in the thunderstorm, but not to be ignored.Harry turned his head and found that it was Hedwig returning from foraging, her snow-white figure swaying in the dark night.He hastily opened the window.

As soon as Hedwig came back, she stopped on the ground and pecked Harry's hand to show her affection.Harry saw several large packages tied to its legs, and was a little surprised to remove them.It shook its feathers, got into the warm nest, and sprinkled the water of the big beach along the way.

And Hedwig came in with a big gray owl and a beautiful tawny owl.The gray owl fainted as soon as it landed on the table, and remained motionless.Harry recognized it as Errol, Ron's elderly owl, and hastily unwound the large bundle hanging from his feet.

He moved Errol into Hedwig's cage, gave it some water, and turned to observe the tawny owl.Harry quickly found a Hogwarts symbol on it, and clearly removed the small package and a letter tied to its leg.

The owl flapped its wings proudly, got up and flew into the heavy rain.

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☆, running away

Harry grabbed Errol's parcel and poured out the gift wrapped in golden paper.This was the first time in his life that he received a birthday card, and he couldn't help feeling a little excited.He opened the envelope with trembling fingers, and two sheets of paper fell out, one was a newspaper clipping and the other was a letter.

The clippings are clearly from the Daily Prophet because the characters on them animate.The newspaper said that Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, had won the "Daily Prophet" annual grand prize, and they would use the money to travel to Egypt.

Harry looked at the photo of the event, showing the Weasley family of nine huddled in front of the pyramid waving at him, and he couldn't help smiling.Tall and lanky Ron was standing in the center of the picture, his pet Scabbers slung over his shoulders, his right arm around his sister Ginny.

Riddle watched coldly as Harry unwrapped the presents one by one, read the birthday card from his friend, with a heartfelt smile on his face.He seemed to have forgotten his existence, immersed in the joy of his birthday.

Riddle couldn't tell what it felt like.

Harry carefully wiped down the broomstick repair kit Hermione had sent him three times before he remembered that he didn't seem to be alone in the room.He pretended not to care and put the pocket looking glass that Ron gave him on the bedside - it was said that this thing could detect untrustworthy people around him, and the people Harry felt the most untrustworthy stood in front of him and looked at him.

"Oh, I guess I didn't mean to show you my birthday present." Harry shrugged, a malicious look in his eyes.

"You can really show off, because I never got a birthday present." Riddle leaned against the window with his hands folded.Errol has come to life, it opened its cloudy eyes and shook its feathers.

Harry wanted to get out of bed and take Errol out, but thought it was inappropriate for him to run around in this weather, so he gave up.

Let it go back tomorrow morning.Harry thought.

"What did you just say, you didn't receive a birthday present? Did your servants never give it to you?" Harry clearly expressed his doubts.

"I didn't tell them my birthday." Riddle said no more, turned and closed the window.

The gray night is silent, with the sound of rain.

Harry was woken up the next day by Riddle.He didn't understand why the latter rested later than him, why he was still so energetic.Don't spirit bodies need to sleep?

Harry changed quickly, brushed his teeth and washed, and went into the kitchen.The three members of the Dursley family were already sitting at the dinner table, staring at the brand new TV.

Harry sat down between Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Uncle Vernon was a tall, big man with a short neck and a thick mustache.They didn't have the slightest intention of wishing Harry a happy birthday, they seemed to have forgotten about it, and of course Harry didn't expect them to remember.

Accustomed to this kind of neglect, Harry got himself a slice of toast when the TV announcer was in the middle of talking about a murderer's escape.

"...The public must be aware that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A hotline has been set up. Anyone who knows Black's whereabouts must report it immediately."

"Needless to say we know he's up to no good, look at his messy hair! His murderous eyes! His dirty clothes!" cried Uncle Vernon, banging the table, and glaring at Harry.Harry's messy hair had always pissed him off, and the man on the TV, though thin, had black hair that grew to his chest and was tangled in a mess.Harry thought he was much tidier than he was.

"Vernon, Maggie said her train will arrive at ten o'clock in the morning." Aunt Petunia shifted her eyes from the neighbor's morning glory to the TV, and pretended not to care, scooping a spoonful of oatmeal.

"I think I'd better start to pick her up earlier." Uncle Vernon stood up, sat down again, and turned his little head to Harry, "By the way, before she comes, I have a few words I want to tell you something."

"First, don't be rude to your aunt."

"Okay, as long as she's polite when she speaks to me," said Harry bitterly.

Uncle Vernon pretended not to hear what he said behind, and continued: "Secondly, Aunt Maggie doesn't know that there are some abnormalities in you, and you must not let her find out, do you understand?"

"As long as she—as long as she behaves." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Third, I've told Maggie that you go to the St. Bruce Security Center School for Delinquents."

"What? How could you do that?" Harry yelled.

"You have to say that!" Uncle Vernon stood up angrily, straightening the shirt stretched by his strong body.Harry was so angry that he couldn't accept this statement. For a moment he forgot the harm Riddle had done to him, and Harry turned and walked to the attic.

When he returned to his room, he saw Riddle sitting on the windowsill looking down at the street.The window reflected his hazy silhouette, that handsome face seemed to have been outlined by the best Greek sculptor, and it was so beautiful that it was incredible.

Since learning of Riddle's true identity, he no longer wears the locket around his neck.Thinking of how he let Voldemort peek into his inner world without any precautions before, Harry felt that he was really ignorant and pitiful. Presumably Voldemort was secretly laughing at him at that time?

But he didn't dare to throw the locket too far away from him. It would definitely be a catastrophe if it was taken away by others.This guy has a perfect grasp of people's hearts, and when necessary, he can make himself quite charming, and he can speak sweet words.He couldn't guarantee what Riddle would do without his own surveillance.

"You had a fight with your Muggle uncle?" Riddle pursed his lips.

Harry looked away, but didn't answer.

"As I said, Muggles are like this. They are always hostile to things they don't understand. They always want to control everything, but they don't know that they are the weaker party..."

"Shut up, I don't want to listen to you right now." Harry gave him a blank look.

Riddle looked about to get angry, his eyes narrowed deeply.

"I think you're getting bolder, Harry."

"So? You can't do anything to me anyway." Harry shrugged.Riddle lacked a wand, unable to perform his best form of magic.And as long as Harry wasn't wearing the locket, he couldn't pry into his mind or possess him.

Harry cleaned his room and packed his luggage under the floorboard.He thought for a moment, then pulled out his wand and stuffed it into his pocket.

When Harry was making the bed, he found a badge lying next to the pocket looking glass that Ron had given him.The badge is very exquisite, with a pattern of five-pointed stars wrapped in a circle formed by gold and red.His initials are also depicted in black in the pentagram.Harry stared at it for a while, and couldn't remember who it was for his birthday, so he stuffed it into his pocket.

Aunt Marge will be here soon.She wore a gaudy dress and a hood, and her stubby neck sunk into the flesh of her shoulders.

As soon as Aunt Marge came, she called Dudley into her arms, calling "Dear Baby", and Dudley greeted her very well, which made her even happier, and kissed him on the cheek several times.

Harry stood by and watched Dudley exit contentedly, because Aunt Marge had promised to buy him a new game console.He winks triumphantly at Harry, who wonders if he's about to slip away, because Aunt Marge's gaze is visibly moving in his direction—

"This is..." Aunt Marge frowned her thick eyebrows.

"This is my sister's son, Harry Potter." Aunt Petunia quickly introduced.

"Oh, that...well, the problem child who always gets into trouble?" Aunt Marge stared at him seriously, her face full of disgust.

"Yes, that's him. Don't worry, Maggie, we've sent him to the juvenile detention center."

"That's the way it should be done. Dealing with such a disobedient wild child should be strictly disciplined. I'm glad our lovely Dudley didn't go to the same school as him... By the way, you, what school do you study in?"

"St. Bruce Security Center School for Young Offenders," Harry replied dryly.He suppressed the anger in his heart, tried his best to ignore Aunt Marge's high-pitched and thin voice, and sat on the side without making a sound.

"I expected it a long time ago. The kid was weird when we first met... Yes, sending him to juvenile detention is the best thing you did. Don't let him pollute Dudley... I heard his Parents are also out of their minds..."

Hearing the last sentence, Harry stood up instantly, and his voice amplified subconsciously: "What did you say?!"

Aunt Maggie was startled, and she patted her chest with her fat fingers: "You scared me to death, what are you doing so loudly? Am I wrong? If your parents didn't have brain problems, would they have given birth to a son like you? How dare you question me..."

"You are not allowed to insult my parents!" Harry jerked his wand out and pointed it at Aunt Marge.

The author has something to say: There is a section in this chapter that repeats the original work, but I wrote it like this because I met Sirius (what

☆, Blake

He thumped up to the attic and dragged his luggage out from under the partition.He grabbed the looking glass by the bed and the locket on the table, picked up the owl cage containing Hedwig, and rushed downstairs quickly.

Hedwig kept barking and thrashing in the cage, as if protesting his roughness.Harry's anger was at its peak.Uncle Vernon blushed and rushed over to hold him back: "Come back! Make things right!"

Harry held his wand and pointed directly at him: "Don't come over, I've had enough!"

He opened the door and walked out without looking back.

Harry was a few blocks away from home when he slumped down on a parapet in Magnolia Crescent.The heavy luggage made him out of breath, and his heart was beating violently, but the anger in his heart had not subsided.

He sat for a while, and his heart gradually calmed down, while the sense of fear slowly rose.He didn't know where to go or what to do.His behavior just now seriously violated the "Act Restricting the Use of Magic by Minors". I am afraid that people from the Ministry of Magic will come to arrest him in a short time.But speaking of it, he was quite surprised that nothing happened after such a long time... But what should he do now, he has become a fugitive, he can't go to Hogwarts, and maybe he will be kicked out of the wizarding world... …

"Don't think about it, there are people ahead." Riddle's cold voice sounded in his head, and Harry subconsciously touched his neck, but found that it was empty.Only then did he remember that he hadn't worn the locket for a long time, but put it in his pocket... Strange, how did he know he was thinking about it?

"No one can see your thoughts."

... was seen through again.

"Is there any way you can know what I'm thinking?" Harry asked warily.

Riddle snorted coldly. "Do I still need to use insanity to deal with you?"

Harry was about to refute him unceremoniously, but was interrupted by Riddle before he could speak: "Don't make noise, there is movement at eight o'clock."

Well, let's put the quarrel aside for now.Although Harry was determined not to accept any help from Riddle, he still held his wand and looked in the direction he was pointing.

There was a dark alley there, hidden by the shadows of shaking trees, making it difficult to see clearly.Harry squinted, and he felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at him eerily.The mist spread in the shadows, and the figure of the monster seemed to be slowly expanding in the darkness. It became bigger and more ferocious, and opened its bloody mouth...

Harry's blood was flowing backwards, his throat groaned, and he took a step back, hitting the low wall.He didn't dare to vent his anger, and when he looked at the alley again, the feeling of being stared at and unable to move had disappeared.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, his chest heaving.He stood up straight, still feeling a little palpitating: "What the hell is that?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know either?" Harry's rising tone expressed "Don't you know everything".

"I'm not omnipotent, thank you." Riddle rolled his eyes in his heart. The kid was obviously very defensive, but he still believed in his judgment inexplicably... He felt a little satisfied for some reason.

"……Oh."

"Where are you going next?"

"Go to jail."

"..." Riddle was silent, this child is really hopeless, "Don't tell me you are going to sit and wait for death."

"I don't want to, but can I escape the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic?" Harry kicked the stone in frustration.He looked down at Shizi running farther and farther on the night road, making cheerful noises.

"In this case, you might as well go to Diagon Alley first." Riddle suggested.

"Will you not be arrested if you go there?"

"You think too much."

Although Harry was very dissatisfied with Riddle's attitude, he really had nowhere to go.So Harry rested for another half an hour, put his luggage on his back helplessly, and bought a train ticket to London with the last bit of money.

Riddle seemed disdainful of his purchase of the train ticket, but Harry ignored him.He decided not to listen to some of Riddle's seemingly easy-to-follow suggestions, but he always inadvertently surrendered sovereignty... wait, so it seems that he shouldn't go to Diagon Alley.

Before Harry had time to regret it, he sat alone in the empty seat next to him.The person sitting here before was a big fat man who liked to hum. He sang out-of-key old country songs while flipping through the magazines in his hands. The noise he made made the surrounding people frown.

Harry looked at the people around him. He was a tall, balding man with dark skin and an earring on only one ear. He looked calm and peaceful.Harry noticed the newspaper he was reading, and he blinked, and the pictures on the newspaper moved!

That means this person is a wizard?But if he reads this kind of newspaper on the Muggle train, isn't he afraid of being discovered?

Harry turned his head to look around, but the surrounding scene was suddenly blurred, as if covered with a layer of frosted glass, and the contours of his facial features were all melted together, making it indistinct.He suddenly looked back at the dark-skinned man, who was also looking at him with a gentle and calm smile.

"Are you Harry Potter?" The man's voice was deep and slow, with a soothing taste, "You really look like James."

"Um, sorry, are you...?" Harry asked with a dry smile.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, I'm Auror Kingsley from the Ministry of Magic." The man held out his hand, "We've been looking for you for a long time, Harry."

There was a bang in Harry's head, and all the blood disappeared from his face.It was over, and the people from the Ministry of Magic really came to find it.

Seeing that Harry didn't shake his hand back for a long time, Kingsley didn't care too much: "It's great that you're still safe. We've been worried that something might happen to you."

"An accident?" Harry's stiff expression loosened. "Why?"

"You should know this man, right? He is also wanted in the Muggle world." Kingsley spread out the newspaper in his hand and placed it in front of him, pointing at the wanted man Black that Harry saw on TV. A prisoner escaped from Azkaban, and his whereabouts are unknown. We are afraid that he will threaten your safety, after all, he turned out to be one of the most loyal servants of the Dark Lord."

"I see..." Harry nodded gravely, reaching into his pocket to touch the locket.

"Although it may be inappropriate to tell you, he is indeed a vicious murderer. When the Dark Lord lost power, Sirius Black was also cornered by us. He used a The magic killed thirteen people, one of them was a wizard, and the others were all Muggles." Kingsley frowned at this point, as if feeling disgusted, "Now that he has escaped from prison, we are worried that he may You are disadvantaged, so I hope some protective measures can be taken for you."

"This... I can understand, but do you really not care that I blow up my aunt?"

"Uh...Compared to this, it's a trivial matter."

After Kingsley took Harry off the train, Riddle answered Harry's question: "He's not a Death Eater."

"No? Are you sure?"

"I can't even remember my servant wrong."

In the next few days, Harry lived a happy life that he had never imagined before.Kingsley had fixed him a room in Tom's pub—Riddle said he didn't like it, but Harry thought it was all because the pub owner had the same name as him.

Harry could finally get up when he wanted to every day, and he no longer had to obey Uncle Vernon's orders.His three meals were brought to him by Tom, the bar owner, and reimbursed by the Ministry of Magic.He visited every shop in Diagon Alley, bought the books he needed for the third year, and made himself a new robe and boiler.

Passing a shop that sold flying brooms, he stared at the newest broom, the Firebolt, for a long time.He would have liked to have bought it with the money his parents had left him in the vault, but he was discouraged at the thought that he would be living at Hogwarts for years to come.

But this does not prevent him from going to the door of the store every day to admire its graceful figure.

This kind of life is quite beautiful and nourishing. Perhaps the only fly in the ointment is that the black shadows he saw that day often appear around inadvertently, which caught him off guard.

"You really don't know what that thing is?" Harry asked Riddle more than once.He wondered if he was the most powerful dark wizard in the legend, and he couldn't tell the difference after meeting him so many times?

"Don't be too arrogant, Harry." Riddle felt that he had been getting angry more and more recently, "I'm locked in a Horcrux now, and my perception is very weak."

"Well, I reluctantly accept that reason." Harry played with the badge in his hand.Since he got it by accident, he couldn't put it down, and the more he looked at it, the more he found it to be indescribably beautiful.He pinned the badge on his chest, and when he moved the tip of the needle into the groove, he felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his heart felt numb.

"If it reappears next time, I can help you catch it."

Harry regained his energy immediately, but soon became vigilant again: "Really? By the way, I told you in advance that I will not lend you my body. You don't want to use my wand either."

"No need." Riddle said coldly, "When you see him again, just say 'Are you Sirius'?"

The author has something to say: I thought of the plot of the third part before, if the Goblet of Fire is held in another school, for example, the school that can learn black magic... Hehe

☆、The difference

"...You mean, that black figure is the wanted man Black?" Harry was shocked, and then immediately put on a cold expression, "You think I'm stupid, you want to trick me into angering the wanted man Bar?"

"Did I lie to you? How did I lie to you?" Riddle felt unreasonable.

"You still say you didn't lie to me? You are the one who deceived me the worst!" Harry recalled the previous incident again, and couldn't help feeling angry.Knowing that he would be emotionally unstable at the mention of this incident, Riddle activated sleep mode, which automatically blocked his subsequent accusations.

He certainly wouldn't deny the harm he had done to him, because it was something he did after all.He didn't bother to hide this kind of thing.Everyone knew that he had evil intentions against him and that he wanted to take his life.He himself thought so.So what is he doing now?What he's doing now has nothing to do with his ultimate goal, does it?

Riddle told himself that this is called long-term planning, taking a long line to catch big fish, and only by regaining the trust of this little boy can he implement the next plan.

He knew how ridiculous this reason was.

night.

The room Tom provided was not large, but comfortable.The floor is covered with a blue printed wool carpet, and there are long wooden carved tables and a large TV on the wall.The bed in the middle of the room was very spacious and very soft, which made Harry, who was used to sleeping in the small, narrow, hard bed of Uncle Vernon's house, uncomfortable at first.

A black mist rose from the locket on the bedside table, and a boy appeared beside the bed.He went to the window and drew the dark red curtains, stood quietly beside the bed for a while, and gently opened the thick and tightly locked bed curtains.

In the dark space airtightly wrapped in blackout fabric, the little boy was lying on his side, tightly wrapped in a quilt, curled up in an extremely insecure position.Riddle stepped onto the bed and leaned against his back, touching his spine with his fingertips, massaging him gently to relax him.

Harry gave a low "hmm" and shook his shoulders.Riddle immediately withdrew his hand.He waited a while, making sure he wasn't awake, and continued massaging the tense muscles in his shoulders.He turned him over, let him lie face-on on the bed, lifted the quilt and gently straightened his legs, and let him lie loosely on the bed.

Riddle's hands landed on his thighs, and he could feel his body still tense.Even in his sleep, he still couldn't let go of his guard, and this vigilance was even more obvious in the unconscious.

Riddle pulled the covers up for him.He sat in silence for a long time, and was about to get out of bed when he heard Sarah's voice.Harry rolled over and tucked his legs together again into a ball.

Riddle: "..."

He lowered his body, his fingers slid along his ears and neck, stopped at his chin, and then moved down to open his pajamas.

Harry's body was lean and clean, without a trace of fat.Riddle's icy palm touched his chest from his waist, and his eyes fell on a flickering light red mark on his left chest.

The imprint is round and the color is very light, so you can't tell it apart unless you look carefully.He could faintly see a deeper pattern of a five-pointed star wrapped in a circle, which was indistinct in the weak light.The five-pointed star rotates slowly and steadily with the heartbeat, like some kind of ancient holy relic.

"Harry Potter, you still haven't learned how to behave." Riddle stared at the rotating five-pointed star indifferently, with a cold tone, "You shouldn't pick up things you don't know the origin of, and carry them with you."

"That's the difference between me and you."

He pressed down on the light imprint punishingly, the little boy felt something, his body flinched sensitively, and his skin flushed slightly.This made Riddle's whole body stiff, and he quickly pulled off his clothes, opened the curtain and got out of bed as if fleeing.

Riddle stood behind the long curtains, put his hands on the window sill, and took a long breath.He closed his eyes hard, pressed his temples, and tightened his fingers one by one.Suddenly, he opened his eyes, jumped up to the windowsill and looked down.The night was silent, and all the shops were closed, like a huge monster closing its golden eyes.The street lights dimmed the vision.

Riddle narrowed his eyes, his figure paled instantly, passed through the wall, and landed lightly on the ground.He blocked the alley on the right side of the bar with a few steps, folded his hands, faced the darkness where he could not see his fingers, and said in a cold and dignified voice, "You have been with us for so many days, don't you plan to come out and say something?"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he spoke again: "I don't have a wand, so I won't do anything to you."

The alley was empty and silent, and the cool wind passed through the narrow passage, scratching the rough walls and making ghostly screams.Riddle's black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyelashes drooped slightly.

The thick black mist suddenly stirred up a layer of waves, and then surged violently, rapidly expanding and reshaping into a human shape.It was a scrawny man who looked like he hadn't taken care of himself for a long time, his hair was dirty and tangled, and his gray leather coat was stained.Only the eyes under the cover of black hair are still piercing.

"Sirius Black?" Riddle asked directly.

"Who are you?" the man asked back.

"I'm Harry's friend Riddle."

"Harry's friend? I didn't see you when I followed him before." The man didn't believe his words.

"Because I'm just a soul." Riddle frowned, he was a little dissatisfied with her asking, "I've been with him, believe it or not. But you look like a perverted stalker, and you don't intend to explain ?"

Sirius scratched his lice-ridden hair and stared at him suspiciously for a while, as if judging the credibility of his words: "...I just want to see Harry and talk to him...I have nothing to do with him. malicious."

"No malice?" Riddle raised his eyebrows. "I heard that you are a murderer who committed all kinds of crimes. You killed thirteen people, and you want to capture Harry and sacrifice it to the Dark Lord."

"It wasn't me who killed it! It was that despicable one..." Sirius became angry and raised his voice, but soon he became depressed again, "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't believe it either. After all, everyone thinks so. "

Riddle stared at him with interest, touched his chin, and pretended to say casually: "Actually, I can introduce you to Harry Potter..."

"Really?" Sirius' eyes lit up, and he immediately sensed the hidden meaning in his words, so he restrained his joyful expression, "What do you want?"

Riddle nodded in satisfaction, admiring his wit: "Are you rich?"

"Money?" Sirius was a little surprised by this question. Could it be that this child is short of money? "I still have some money in Gringotts, what's the matter?"

"You buy a Firebolt for Harry. He's been staring at that broom for days. But don't tell him I suggested it."

Sirius suddenly realized, he gave Riddle a meaningful look, and nodded: "Okay. This can be regarded as the first gift I gave him as his godfather."

As he said that he was about to leave, Riddle quickly stopped him, frowned and looked him up and down: "Go take a shower and fix yourself, otherwise I can't guarantee that Harry will see you like this tomorrow." would be intimidated."

"……understood."

The next morning, Harry wanted to sleep in as usual.He wrapped himself in an airtight quilt, hugged his knees with his hands, and curled up as if lying in his mother's amniotic fluid.He has been in a state of unease, neither the presence of Riddle nor the shadow of unknown origin has made him dare not relax his vigilance, only this posture of hugging himself tightly can calm his tense heart.

Suddenly, the quilt was pulled away forcefully, and something shook his shoulder vigorously.

"Harry, it's time to get up."

Harry turned around, trying to avoid the hand.He tried to grab back the quilt that had been taken away, but when he stretched out his hand, he didn't touch anything. Instead, someone grabbed his wrist and pressed it against his sides.

"Harry, it's time to get up. Someone needs to see you."

Harry shook his head and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Let me sleep a little longer..."

"Your godfather wants to see you. He's been waiting for you for two hours."

Harry didn't answer, just smacked his mouth, and seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Riddle: "..."

He raised his eyebrows, and pinched Harry's nose with one hand, forcing him to struggle uncomfortably, and frowned uncomfortably.Riddle leaned over, catching his breath.

Sirius came upstairs when he was bored in the bar.He listened to Riddle's suggestion last night to wash his hair and take a shower, cut his hair short, and put on a set of clean and fresh clothes, becoming more and more handsome as if he had changed himself.

He bought a pair of sunglasses and wore them, sitting in the corner of the bar as low-key as possible.But even so, many women kept casting suggestive glances, which made him regain the suave feeling of his youth.

Sirius had been following them for the past few days, and Riddle had told him the number of Harry's room, so he found the room with ease, and pushed open the half-hidden door without much thought—

Close it immediately after standing still for a few seconds.

What did he see? !

☆, ordinary friends

The heart of Sirius is quite complicated.

He and James were good brothers who could wear a pair of trousers through their ribs when they were students, and they were inseparable no matter where they went.Even if James later fell in love with Lily, got married and had children, the relationship between them was not the slightest estrangement.After Lily gave birth to Harry, the James couple unanimously asked Sirius to be Harry's godfather, and he readily agreed.

but……

Sirius' slender fingers clenched and loosened awkwardly, and he scratched at his hair, which had been trimmed with great difficulty, in great distress.He felt that he should fulfill his educational responsibility as a godfather.

harry sleepy