war and peace

Probably due to the friendship of fellow sufferers, Harry found that Hermione began to enjoy taking him and Tom to class, the library, or basking in the sun by the lake.He asked Hermione secretly, and in return she gave her a look that should be taken for granted: "You two are so alike! You will definitely become good friends!" Harry was at a loss for words, how could she tell that they were alike.Fortunately, the weather has turned cold, and no one wants to bask in the cold north wind and bask in the weak sunshine on the frozen ground outside the castle. Otherwise, how embarrassing would it be for the three of them to look at each other and have nothing to say...

But the scenario that Harry envisioned hadn't happened yet.The reason was that the three of them had only been to the lake once. Not long after he was discharged from the hospital, he sneezed several times against the wind, so Hermione immediately said that we should go to the library.So that was the place where they often stayed together, but the library was a place for studying, everyone was buried in reading, and it seemed normal that no one spoke.Sometimes Harry would hear Hermione and Tom arguing in low voices over their differing understandings of books, and usually Tom would win—he thought he could probably understand why Hermione liked Tom so much, he knew a lot, And it's very convincing.

No, Hermione lost to Tom in the debate again.She was almost out of breath, holding the quill tightly with her fingers: "I admit that you are right-but why didn't you bring it up in class? The professor will definitely give you extra points!" Harry knew, never Hermione will never mention the knowledge gained from Tom in class, because she thinks those marks should be added by Tom, it is his achievement, and she cannot plagiarize.

Tom turned a blind eye to her anger for the hundredth time, and said softly, "I don't want to." Hermione looked angry and helpless, she put down her pen resentfully, turned her finger on Harry, and wanted to draw an ally: "What about you, Harry? You also think it's a shame to give points to Gryffindor?"

Harry didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.In fact he should have shook his head, but if he did, not only would Tom be criticized by Hermione, but he would have to be caught by Hermione himself.So he avoided Hermione's eager gaze and said dryly, "I... I don't know."

Hermione moved a bit in frustration, and the wooden chair creaked: "You two... sooner or later, I will be pissed off by you two!" She wanted to punch the table, but soon remembered the library rules , so she could only continue to grit her teeth in a low voice: "Then you can continue like this!" After she finished speaking, she stood up and walked away with the book in her arms without looking back.

Harry and Tom, who were left hanging, looked at each other.The atmosphere suddenly became weird, Harry rubbed his nose, "Should we work a little harder? Hermione seems very angry." Tom flipped through the book in front of him and said casually: "She's always been like this... When she gets angry It's fine, it's not a big problem..."

Harry suddenly felt a little sour.This person actually knows Hermione so well, not far behind himself who has known Hermione for so long... Tom turned another page and continued: "She's pretty smart, isn't she?"

Harry nodded subconsciously, not saying that Tom seemed smarter than Hermione.He was starting to miss Ron, at least he was on the same level as Ron, wasn't he?Harry felt that Hermione and Tom were too smart, and they were both very hard-working... All the first graders were like this, which put a lot of pressure on him who had studied at Hogwarts for six years...

That night Hermione left the two of them and went back first. There was no one who noticed the time. In the end, they were driven out of the library by Mrs. Pince with a duster.Both Harry and Tom took several blows, Harry's spectacles on one side in a rather comical way; Tom was unable to maintain his indifference, and his face was as ugly as his rumpled robes.They looked at each other's embarrassment in the cold night of early winter, and laughed at the same time.

At that moment Harry completely forgot that the boy in front of him was probably Voldemort.Sometimes, the estrangement may be mitigated and eliminated by some small incidents.Being kicked out by the librarian together was probably such an opportunity.

By the time they got back to Gryffindor Tower, everyone was asleep.When Harry changed his pajamas, he found a few bruises on his arms, and wondered, he didn't think Mrs. Pince was so ruthless.Harry wanted to ask Tom, but when he turned his head, he saw that the man next door had scars on his arm that were more hideous than his.Tom noticed his surprised look, and explained flatly, "Physical issues." His eyes fell on Harry, "Looks like you have a little bit, too."

Harry watched him crawl into bed, and it was obvious Tom didn't want to discuss the subject anymore, so he had to crawl under the covers.Then he surreptitiously took the Marauder's Map out from under the pillow, and pointed the fluorescent flash of his wand at it from under the covers.Tom's point was nearby, and Harry looked at it for a while before deciding to give up.Tomorrow was Friday, and it would be a tragedy if you were late for Potions class.

The next day, Snape ordered them to make a bruise ointment, which instantly lifted Harry's spirits.It can't be his fault either, he only found out when he woke up this morning, the bruise can make him grin his teeth in pain just by touching it.Probably the sequelae of the inexplicable illness last time, Harry thought, he didn't want to go to the school hospital again, mainly because it would definitely attract Dumbledore's attention.Now Snape is undoubtedly the best teacher, he can probably apply what he has learned right away.

Snape was surprised today, though he didn't show it.That kid from the Potter family took the wrong medicine today?He could see that although he usually did not make any mistakes, he was never as enthusiastic as today.Well, he admits it worried him for a little while.Although judging from the current situation, Harry Potter's head looks better than his father's head that was stepped on by a troll, but he doesn't want to know what the Gryffindors will make when they are excited. .For the next few minutes, Snape hung around the Gryffindor table even more.

Harry, who was so focused on the potion, didn't notice anything.But in fact, apart from him, Tom, and Hermione, all the other Gryffindors were worried about the contents of their cauldrons, and the billowing black robes.The first time Snape walked past Harry, he was intently weighing daffodil root powder; the second time, he was measuring licorice extract and stirring it clockwise into the cauldron; Nepe stared at the pot of perfectly thick liquid. He realized that his worries were a bit unnecessary. Maybe Harry Potter suddenly inherited Lily's ingenuity?

Harry looked aside while stirring the potion, as he expected, Tom's was already done, and the latter was already boredly flipping through the potions textbook.Harry didn't know why he only excelled in Potions, and Snape wouldn't give Gryffindor points...but that didn't stop Harry from freeing up a hand and poking his hand quietly elbow.Tom looked up, looking at him suspiciously with dark eyes.Harry pursed his mouth vigorously, motioning to the carafe and cauldron on the table.

Tom looked back and forth twice, and finally determined what Harry wanted him to do.He asked softly; "You want me to dress up and go back?" Harry tried his best to nod to the extent that Snape would not notice, and replied softly, "Otherwise, you would rather go to the school hospital?"

Tom shook his head.He stared at Harry for a long time, and Harry couldn't help being anxious: "Hurry up, don't let Snape see it." Tom finally reached for the bottle, and Harry watched Snape walking towards this side, and then looked at the bottle. Tom's slow movements, his anxious heart, wished he had two extra hands to pack the ointment for him and hide it.

Snape saw Harry's unbearable look from a distance, so he couldn't help but glance at him more.When he saw the reflection of the glass bottle, he finally understood why this kid was so serious today.I guess I bumped into something carelessly again, it really is Gryffindor who is not worrying.No wonder his movements were a little stiff today, he thought, and he divided his attention to Tom who was next to Harry, so his movements today were not very smooth.Snape sighed inwardly, and went around to Slytherin.

That night, Harry went back to his bedroom, sat up on the bed after his shower, and began to administer his medicine.Since the next day was the weekend, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had practice, and a group of boys crowded into the common room, trying to convince Wood to let them have a look.Harry was glad he didn't have to explain to anyone else why he had these scars, as for Quidditch... wonder if Dumbledore took care of Mrs Hooch, she wouldn't let him touch it during flying lessons broomstick!Harry decided that he would rather not watch Quidditch than let him watch other people play it without being able to touch it himself.

So when Harry found himself with a bruise on his back, he found that there was no one in the dormitory who could help him.At this moment, the door was pushed open suddenly, and Tom who came in saw Harry, shirtless and facing away from the full-length mirror, struggling to reach for the bruise.The mirror complained loudly that Harry was too thin and needed to be nourished.

After struggling for a long time, Harry couldn't control his strength to wipe it up. He heard the voice, turned around and saw the person, and immediately showed a smile on his face: "Great, Tom, it's you, can you help me?"

Tom frowned.How can you be as gullible as Dumbledore!Is it a Gryffindor problem?Easily show your back to others, huh?He muttered a few words in his heart.He wasn't very happy at first, but just as he took two steps towards his bed, he suddenly remembered the way Harry winked at him in Potions class.Tom pursed his lips, turned impassively, and did Harry that little favor.

He regretted it almost immediately.Because Harry insisted on checking his back for him, euphemistically called "reciprocity".Tom felt that he was about to lose control of the veins on his face, this damned savior, couldn't he continue to be cautious?What's more, he did have bruises on his back, which extended to his neck, and he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to.With Harry's eyesight for catching snitches, he had been discovered long ago.After he'd lumbered out of the bathroom and Harry had applied his medicine, the mirror cried out again: "For Merlin's sake! Didn't you both eat well?" Tom glanced at it, The mirror immediately fell silent.

Good thing they finished the medicine before the others came back.When Ron and the others came up from the lounge, Harry leaned against the bedside to read a book, and Tom did the same.The two of them rarely returned to the dormitory before lights out, so Neville paused when he pushed the door open: "Harry, you're back!" Then he turned to Tom, but he opened his mouth a few times but didn't have the courage to say hello.

Harry looked up to show he heard it.Ron, who was behind Neville, was obviously stunned, because Dean behind him was pushing him dissatisfiedly: "Hey, come in, buddy!" Harry watched his old friend move away with a look of embarrassment, and he couldn't help it. Touching his face carelessly, has it changed into Snape's appearance?Ron was like a mouse seeing a cat.Having said that, he just remembered that he didn't seem to see the red-haired boy appearing much recently.

There were surprisingly few people in the common room on the weekend, and almost everyone was watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team's first practice of the term.After the events of Comet 260, Hermione stated that she had given up on the idea of ​​anything she could do at Quidditch.Harry didn't want to have to see that he couldn't fly, and Tom was still injured, so there were only three of them left.Originally, the three of them were rooted in the library, but today was a special situation. Hermione suggested that they simply occupy the three soft armchairs next to the fireplace. The library was no warmer than the lounge, and it was snowing outside.

With the fire roaring, Harry worked on the three-foot-long paper Snape had requested on the analysis of the properties of a certain poison, while rummaging through thick tomes from the library.Hermione had obviously finished writing it long ago, but she was still proofreading it carefully and adding something from time to time.Tom sat a little further away, still surrounded by a large stack of books, and Harry suspected that his goal was to read all the books in the Hogwarts library.

Suddenly, the door of the portrait hole opened.Who will be back at this time?Quidditch training should start soon, right?Thinking so, Harry turned his head and found that it was Ron.There were a few flakes of snow on his hair and shoulders, and he was visibly relieved to see that there were only three people in the lounge. "Harry," he said hesitantly, "may I take a few minutes of your time?"

Harry nodded, stood up, and walked through the portrait hole with Ron.When he returned to the lounge again, Hermione asked him casually, "What's the matter with Weasley? I think he's been looking for you for a long time."

He didn't even notice... Harry thought so, walked to his old seat and sat down: "It's nothing, he apologized for his mouse, it's none of his business." Hermione looked up, and Harry could see her really want to know.He glanced again at Tom, who looked at him with quiet eyes, neither curiosity nor disapproval.

So Harry roughly told the story, only that Peter framed Sirius, and then turned into a mouse and hid at Ron's house.Of course, Sirius was his godfather and he also said that, otherwise there is no way to explain it.Hermione stared at him with wide eyes: "I read it! But the Daily Prophet didn't say that Peter was Ron's mouse!"

"Of course they won't say it, it will cause panic. "The Return of the Dark Lord: Death Eaters Lurking in Hogwarts?" This is definitely a thriller title." Tom sneered coldly.Of course, there are more terrifying things, but they don't know it.