war and peace

Hermione trembled all over, she looked at the unaware Tom in horror: "That's true!" Her voice was a little shrill, "That Death Eater has been living with us in Gryffindor Tower! She gasped again. "It's not just us...Ron said his mouse was left by his brother Percy! Merlin..."

"Come on, if he really had the guts to do something, he would have gone to see his master Voldemort, wouldn't he?" Tom said mockingly, completely ignoring Hermione's fear.

Hermione's face turned even paler: "You just... said that name..."

Tom raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter?" He turned to Harry. "Am I right, Harry?"

Harry found it difficult to object.Peter is indeed a person who is greedy for life and fears death. If he is a steadfast follower of Voldemort, he will not hide anyway, but should go to find the whereabouts of Voldemort; Bullido is doing some conspiracy under his nose, otherwise it will be a matter of time before he reveals his identity.

"Well," Harry nodded, "I'm afraid so." He took a deep look at Tom. This man was either very smart or knew it already, but at least one thing was certain, he was very courageous. "Anyway," Harry concluded, "he's in Azkaban, and my godfather is back."

Hermione finally recovered from the shock of hearing the mysterious man's name, she asked hesitantly: "Then...Harry...your godfather is in Azkaban...your parents...then you... ..." She took a quick look at Harry and decided to skip ahead.

Harry could already hear what she wanted to ask. "I live with my aunt's family, who are all Muggles, if that's what you want to ask."

Hermione looked at him biting her lip, and fell silent.Apparently she felt that from Harry's appearance, his aunt must have treated him badly.Harry tried to make her relax, "Look, I have a godfather now, and he gave me the latest Nimbus 2000 last time!"

Almost immediately, Hermione turned to Tom.Harry followed her worried gaze, thinking that Hermione was bound to tell him it was against the rules.Tom, who was watched by the two people, pointed at the pages of the book with his slender fingers, and said indifferently: "In fact, one can live a good life alone."

Now it was Harry's turn to stare.Tom spread his hands easily, "The Muggle father abandoned my mother, and my mother died of dystocia." Why is it so familiar?Afraid he'd hear "I grew up in an orphanage", Harry stared unblinking at the dark-haired boy, hearing only the crackling of the fire for a moment.

"Maybe I was lucky, a wizard adopted me." Harry was relieved to hear this, and then realized that Tom was looking at him, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed.He looked away quickly, though, and Harry saw Hermione nodding aside.Hermione caught Tom's look and knew she could now say, "That's Professor Roald."

Harry nearly slipped out of his armchair.What?

Tom shrugged at Hermione, as if to say - look, I knew this was going to happen.Hermione pulled Harry up angrily and amusedly, "Both Tom and Professor Roald don't want too many people to know about this."

Professor Roald didn't want people to know that he had such a big adopted son, Harry guessed, because he was worried that his other half would not be found?As for Tom, he said bluntly, "I don't want to deliver love letters. I'm not an owl."

Harry laughed out loud.Now he knew why Hermione had no doubts about Tom's erudition, since Professor Roald was a wide-ranging wizard himself.There was also the question of performance in class. Tom just didn't pay attention to it. He knew about those things a long time ago, so it was no wonder Hermione was so angry.Potions class was an exception, probably no one wanted to be put in confinement by Snape's ears.

The following weather is getting colder and colder.Harry wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that he wasn't on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he envied every time the team members went out with brooms together; on the other hand, it was always freezing outside , Harry thought of the plan that a training-crazed captain like Wood might propose, and he didn't really want to go out.

However, Harry finally confirmed one thing, Mrs. Hooch was indeed taken care of, because every time he wanted to fly higher secretly, she would always find out.Finally Mrs. Hooch told him that the professors were concerned for his safety.

Professors...?Well, Harry thought, he could at least guess that Dumbledore and McGonagall had joined forces to prevent him from having an accident.He's deflated, and it looks like he can only look forward to Christmas flying at Sirius' house, maybe?Without the Invisibility Cloak, he didn't really want to be caught by Filch and locked up.Now Harry can only sneak around his dorm room with his Nimbus 2000, missing the Firebolt days.

On Halloween, they woke up to the sweet, tantalizing smell of roasted pumpkins wafting down the hallway.This didn't make Harry feel any better - he suddenly thought of Halloween ten years ago - the details of that time emerged one after another, the dark red pupils under the hood, the cold hissing voice, and the The bewildering milky white light... Harry wanted to find out what it was, so he even wanted to know the specific process of making the Horcrux, so as to compare it with Voldemort's behavior.But Horcruxes were a particularly evil form of black magic that could only be found in the Restricted Section, so he didn't have to bother thinking about them until he learned the Disillusionment Charm, or got the Invisibility Cloak.

In the morning, it was Professor Flitwick's Charms class.As Harry remembered, this lesson was about the Levitation Charm.Ever since Professor McGonagall had used it to get Ron's mouse Peter away, a crowd had been eager to try the trick.Professor Flitwick divided the class into groups of two and started training.Harry's partner is Tom, I don't know when they became a fixed pair.And Hermione is going to work with Ron.

Harry absently listened to Professor Flitwick's reminder while looking over at Hermione.Ron blushed and glared at Hermione, who had pointed out his mistake very bluntly, easily levitating the feather.It seemed that his two old friends were still so out of tune...Harry thought, without meeting Ron on the train this time, they didn't talk much now.Good thing there's Hermione, isn't it?Otherwise, he would have to leave the bustling common room every day and go to the deserted and quiet library. He really wasn't used to it... Not to mention there was a Tom, he couldn't see through it...

Professor Flitwick stepped down from his stack of books, looking ready to take a tour.Harry quickly turned his gaze back to his feathers, and waved his wand a few times in a mocking manner.It is enough for Gryffindor to have Hermione, he can just mess around, as long as he doesn't get deducted points.Tom next to him didn't seem to be very active. He was lying on the table, poking the feather with his slightly burnt wand, letting it go up and down at a very low height.

"I said, what happened to your wand? Did you throw it in the fireplace for firewood?" Harry asked quietly, seeing Professor Flitwick go to the other side first.Tom raised his eyes lazily, looked at him, and lowered his eyelids again: "Almost, once I almost fell asleep in front of the fireplace."

Harry's eyes widened, and a scene immediately came to his mind: Voldemort dozed in the ornate armchair in front of the fireplace, dropped his wand into the fire as he fell asleep, and then woke up with a start, scrambling Rescue his wand...stop, is that even possible?Once again Harry felt like he was thinking too much.He reminded himself that Tom was his new classmate, so far he hadn't found any evidence related to Voldemort, so don't think of that snake face every time.

To be honest, the longer he spent with Tom, the more Harry felt that he was nothing like the Voldemort he had known.But when he met Voldemort before, he was always in that kind of critical moment, either you die or I live... No, to be precise, Voldemort wanted his life, and Harry himself was chosen to hate him, hate him He killed his parents and ended up wanting to kill him... so Voldemort chose him as his opponent and he was forced to take up arms...

Harry watched as Tom continued poking at his feather. He seemed to poke it a little harder, and the feather began to smoke.Harry suddenly found out what was wrong: he always suspected that Tom was Voldemort, but he was able to talk to him well every time; excluding Hermione's factor, and the important point, Tom didn't try to kill him at all, even if he got close No!If he was Voldemort, an Avada would have come over long ago, and he still has time to accompany him to class?In fact, Hermione has always been the one who took the initiative to win them over.For a while, Harry doubted the level of the Sorting Hat. With a cold personality like Tom, he should have been assigned to Slytherin at first sight. Why did he end up in Gryffindor?Although he didn't seem to see anything wrong with Tom right now, other than being too smart and too cold.

Speaking of problems... Harry frowned slightly. On Halloween in the first grade, Quirrell let the trolls in-oh, that was a terrible farce.He'd been preoccupied with suspecting that Snape was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone... but without Quirrell, it looked like he wouldn't be unlucky enough to get bitten by Fluffy this time around, did he?Harry had sneaked to listen to the trapdoor a few times, and the three-headed dog was still growling softly behind it.

It's Halloween, and Harry wants more than usual to make sure everything's okay.So after class, Harry deliberately left the textbook in the classroom.In this way, he would have an excuse to leave the brigade of students marching towards the auditorium, and sneak around to the taboo corridor.Harry waited until he was sure that everything was the same as the last time he had seen it before he hurried to the Great Hall.

There was laughter and laughter inside.A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more hovered like low black clouds over the table, flickering the flames of the candles inside the pumpkins.

Harry's first attention was not on these fine decorations, but directly on the teacher's table.Roald sat between McGonagall and Snape, wearing a robe made of a material Harry had never seen before. The fabric glowed dark silver under the light, looking restrained and luxurious.Harry guessed that it must be worth a lot, because he noticed that Malfoy was also looking at Roald, with an expression on his face that he didn't know whether it was envy or jealousy.

The banquet was sumptuous.Even someone as thoughtful as Harry had to be drawn to them, eating plate after plate, with a growing stomach.Until everyone's stomach could no longer hold it, nothing abnormal happened.If there was anything to say, it would be that Ron and Hermione couldn't get used to each other, and Harry guessed that Ron said the same thing as last time that Hermione was unacceptable.

Harry had wanted to wait until he got the Invisibility Cloak before taking the next step.Although this conjecture had been made for a long time (because the "Daily Prophet" did not report any news that Gringotts had been robbed), when things were actually verified, Harry discovered that he still had a little luck.Looks like Voldemort doesn't need the elixir anymore, does he?If he can be sure that Voldemort doesn't even need unicorn blood, can it be considered that he has obtained a flesh body?If so, what the hell is he doing?Or, why didn't he show up while he was alive?

While thinking about these questions, Harry climbed up the spiral staircase leading to the tower with his Gryffindor classmates.Looks like he has to take a risk and sneak into the Forbidden Forest?Maybe it wouldn't be such a hassle, he might just have to talk to Hagrid?He didn't know that Tom followed him with an inscrutable smile on his face.