Adventures of the Prince of HP

Tom looked at Alan fixedly, and there seemed to be no emotion in his black eyes.

Like an ant, he attached himself to snakes, caught mice and ate them. After leaving Quirrell, he wandered outside for two full years. Although he was found by Wormtail in the third year, he was still extremely humble.During this period of time, the Philosopher's Stone and the elixir of longevity, which could allow him to recover immediately, were always in his hands, always there.

And during this period of time, Allen could have leaked a bottle of longevity medicine from his hand to make his body solidify in the diary, but he didn't. Instead, he made a so-called stable soul ring and gave it to himself, and he was grateful to Dade .This person talks about how much he loves himself, and hopes to be with him in life and death, but he refuses to let himself have a normal body.

Allen's gaze was fixed on the Sorcerer's Stone ring, waiting for it to be taken away. It was impossible for the other party to give up the Sorcerer's Stone. It was impossible for the two of them.

Tom looked at the Sorcerer's Stone in front of him, not knowing what it was like. He looked at Alan who was looking down at the Sorcerer's Stone ring, and suddenly felt powerless.

Even if his suffering was related to this person, he couldn't afford to hurt his mind any more.

harm……

Yeah, hurts.

All my sufferings were due to that damn Muggle father, then because of that cowardly Squib mother, then because of the suspicion and surveillance of that old bee, and finally because of the calculation of the old bee, and his failure was because of Believing in that prophecy...

What does this have to do with Allen?

This little golden retriever is the crown prince of Muggles, and of course Muggles come first.

What's more, I injured a royal highness like that, tied it to the bed, and violated it at any time, just like treating a male pet or an object. Allen hated himself for not having enough time. If this little guy really wants to hurt himself, he can do it Taking advantage of my current humbleness, why tell myself about the Sorcerer's Stone and force myself out?

He didn't want to get close to him.

He just didn't want to be near him.

All of this is his own fault, and there is no reason to blame Allen.

Allen didn't know what Tom was thinking, but just looked at the ring floating between the two of them, waiting for something to happen.Sure enough, the man let go of his hand, and those slender hands carefully held the Philosopher's Stone ring in his palm.

Allen seemed to have been cut again in his heart, and it really was...

He paused—

Someone carefully took his left hand and put the Sorcerer's Stone ring on his ring finger. The person said, "Fool, why is the Sorcerer's Stone so precious to you... How can I live without you?"

He raised his eyes in shock, thinking that the other party wanted to use this method to obtain a master alchemist, but he was caught off guard and fell into a deep affection.

The question in his throat stopped, replaced by a frantically beating heart.

Allen seemed to be frightened, but he didn't seem to be, his eyelashes kept trembling, unbelievable, is this the Dark Lord?How could this man give up the Philosopher's Stone for himself?

Tom looked at the disbelief in those double pupils, smiled bitterly, leaned over and kissed the back of Alan's hand with some hesitation, and was not avoided, he was relieved, "This ring matches you well..."

Allen couldn't help swallowing.

As usual, whether it was Tom or Voldemort, they would take this opportunity to kiss, but there was no one in front of them. This person just held his hand politely and gently offered to send him back to bed.

Allen looked at the hands of the two with some confusion, and belatedly realized that he was not trembling.

His eyes moved up along the man's arm, looking at Tom's perfect side face, the man blushed slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and looked at him helplessly and happily, saying , "Allen, I'd really like to kiss you when you're like this."

Allen lowered his eyes slightly.

Seeing this, Tom withdrew his gaze a little disappointed, and continued to hold Alan's hand in a very polite manner. He felt that he had passed by, and it was a gift. It was already a gift for Alan to allow him to touch it. ...

But I heard the man say, "Yes."

Tom paused, turned his head suddenly to look at Allen, his eyes were bright and captivating, and his voice trembled, "You, what are you talking about?"

Allen was silent with his eyes downcast, Tom's heart sank gradually, and when he was about to turn his head to continue walking, he saw him raise his eyes, his double pupils were a little cautious and firm, and he said, "I Say yes."

The heartbeat was so fast that Tom felt like he was going to die. His palms were full of sweat, but the little golden retriever still didn't break away from him. He took a step closer to Alan cautiously, closing the distance between them. He hesitated and raised his hand Wrapping around Allen's waist, he felt the person in his arms stiffen, but he didn't escape. He leaned over slightly, and his eyes collided.

Allen lowered his eyes, and his body became more and more stiff.

Tom slowly approached Alan's lips, and the moment the corners of his lips touched, he felt that death was worth it, because Alan was no longer afraid of his past injuries.He didn't make any progress, he just touched it immediately, the corners of his lips curled up in joy, then he put his hand off Alan's waist, took a step back, took Alan's hand again, and protected it gently like a treasure, "……Thanks."

Allen's eyes were more complex. He was familiar with Tom's or Voldemort's kisses. He was overbearing and violent. Every kiss would take his breath away. No in-depth, just a short and slight touch, almost negligible, but so happy...

Perhaps, he glanced sideways, this person really...does he love himself?

After entering the lounge, Tom led Allen to the bedroom, let go of his hand obediently, and took a step back, "Here we are." He paused, reluctant to leave, "Well, are you going to pack your luggage, the day after tomorrow It's going to be a holiday." His words disappeared, the holiday means that he will not see this little golden retriever for two months, he lowered his eyes a little lonely, and didn't say any more.

Allen paused, looked back at this man, looked at the man's aggrieved look, and seemed to see Tom, but the moment the other party raised his eyes, Allen trembled slightly, he quickly took two steps back, and slammed him on the ground with a bang. the door.

There seemed to be that person's smell on his waist and upper lip. Alan's body trembled more and more, and he opened the bathroom door and jumped into the water.

The water ran through his hair, and he closed his eyes and held his breath in the water, loathing himself to the core for a moment.

wrong!

What was he thinking about?

How could he allow that person to approach him again?

He promised his father that he would never give anyone another chance to hurt him!

If he continued what he did just now, wouldn't he hand the knife into the opponent's hand again? !

What an excuse, what an excuse!The Dark Lord can bear and pretend so much!How can he trust it?

Allen suddenly surfaced, raised his hand to wipe off the water on his face, took the bubble ball again and again, wiped the touched hand vigorously over and over again, threw his robe aside, He climbed out of the bath and brushed his lips with a toothbrush over and over until his lips were slightly damaged. He was soaked and began to tremble.

How could he trust this man so easily?

Why did he want to pay back the pain that he hadn't gotten rid of after nine months?

Alan leaned against the wall, and the tyranny of the man appeared in front of his eyes again, and his body seemed to ache again. He raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, twisting his body in pain, he put his hands behind his back, and called the house elf to send him The spirits came, and he drank half of them violently. The spirits calmed his panic, his mind was burnt by alcohol, but he became more sober, only more daring than usual.

He opened the door with the wine bottle in hand, and saw the man standing at the door in a daze, and sneered, "Your Highness the Dark Lord is so clever, I almost got tricked by you."

Tom frowned worriedly when he saw him like this, and opened his eyes wide in shock and hurt, a little helpless, "...Alan? I didn't lie to you, every word I said came from the heart... "

"Sincerely?" Allen sneered, "Can you dig it out and show it to me?"

"...Alan?" Tom's eyebrows were stained with pain, he didn't understand, it was fine just now, what's wrong?

"Stay away from me!" Alan's body trembled slightly, his expression proud, "Go as far as you can!" He turned around to go back to bed, but suddenly turned back as if remembering something, "I forgot to say that," He paused every word, and his eyes were fierce, "I really wish I could cut you with a knife!"

Tom's face paled inch by inch, seeing Alan enter the house without hesitation and slam the door behind him.

There was a bang, and he felt that it was not the sound of the door, but the sound of his own heart breaking.

He didn't understand that Alan was fine just now, allowing himself to touch, even allow himself to kiss, but suddenly it became like this, why?

Could it be that Tom looked desperate, or that?

He took a few steps back weakly and leaned against the wall behind him. Because of that incident, would he lose Alan forever?

He still remembered the last memory given by Dumbledore. Allen admitted that he still loved him with a blank face, and even said that if he admitted his mistake, he could also blame his subordinates for hurting the Muggles, but he chose the last one. The wrong way to keep him.

Obviously, Alan couldn't bear the result, and neither could he.

Tom sat on the ground in a daze, got up after a while, and knocked on Alan's door, "Alan, I did deceive you before, I apologize, but since you came back, every word I said came from the heart From the bottom of my heart, there is absolutely no lie. I love you."

"You say that I am your North Pole, your polar star, even if it was once, then now, you are my North Pole, and my polar star."

"I ran towards you involuntarily, I have no reason, no ability to think." He took a deep breath, "But I will control myself, I will never hurt you again, if you allow me to take care of you, I am willing Pay the price."

"I used to be obsessed with the Sorcerer's Stone, but a stone is completely inferior to you. I won't blame you. It's all my fault."

"...your wand and the portrait of your ancestor are in my office. If you want to take it back anytime, send me a letter and ask me to bring it to you, or let me leave the office and pick it up yourself."

"...I really love you." Tom lowered his eyes, a little lonely, "Then I'll leave first and don't bother you."