war and peace

Gravity knocked him and Tom together.Very awkward is the position, mouth to mouth.

The two looked at each other less than half an inch away.Harry felt the taste of blood in his mouth, and he hurriedly got up from Tom.Hermione, who was adjusting her rumpled robes, missed what was happening on their side.

Damn old bee!Tom figured out the reason for it almost as he fell into the devil's web.It must be that Dumbledore set up a small mechanism to facilitate the cultivation of his savior.He couldn't do anything, because he doubted which corner Dumbledore was looking at them now... The topic was as childish and uninspiring as before, but what happened to Potter!

He sat up, wiped the corner of his mouth, and a scarlet streak appeared on the back of his hand.This was probably the most disgraceful injury the Dark Lord suffered. When had he suffered such a loss... He couldn't help cursing Dumbledore again in his heart.A hand was quickly stretched out in front of him, probably just touching the ground, with a large red scratch on the palm. "I'm sorry... Tom, are you all right?"

Harry's nose hurt from the blow.He covered his face with the other hand, with tears in his eyes, seeing Tom sitting on the ground staring at his hand, he didn't pull it, and asked in doubt: "...Tom?"

What would Dumbledore want to see?A savior who cares about others before himself?Or a friend who knows the truth in adversity?Tom sneered in his heart, let him see enough.He grabbed Harry's wrist, stood up, and took out his wand from his robe pocket: "Quick healing! Whirlwind clean!"

Harry froze for a moment, feeling the numb pain in his hand disappear in an instant.No wonder Tom didn't hold his hand just now... Before he could finish thinking, Tom had turned to face him and lifted his chin slightly.

……What's the meaning?Harry didn't understand at all.

But it looked like Tom couldn't stand the speed of his comprehension anymore.He yanked Harry's hand off his nose, lit it with his wand, and said the spell twice more.The Savior doesn't look like he wants to use him as a human cushion, look at his hands, tsk tsk... Unfortunately, it didn't work, did it?

"Uh..." Harry looked at his hands, then looked up at Tom, and said exactly what Tom had guessed: "I'm sorry... I mean, I tried to hold..." His eyes fell After seeing the blood on the corner of Tom's mouth, he couldn't speak anymore.Did he just... gnaw on Tom?

"I guess I'm a little more durable than you." Tom was annoyed at the thought, but he adjusted his tone to that of a joke in good time.He let go of Harry's hand and looked up. The Savior's nose was knocked crooked, and he was looking at him tearfully, with a disturbed look.He didn't know why his mood suddenly changed, "Wipe your tears, what do you look like..."

He is not in pain! "That's a normal physiological reaction," Harry argued, "I bumped my nose!"

"Really?" Tom had finished reciting the Healing Charm to himself at this point, and glanced at Harry casually: "To be honest, it seems to be crooked..."

Harry believed now that Tom didn't care at all, that he was simply teasing him.It looked like he was the only one making a fuss, and Tom reacted as if every day someone fell on him and broke the corner of his mouth.Harry said indignantly, "Don't think you're the only one with healing spells..." and went for his own wand.

"Let me do it," Tom hurriedly stopped him, making the savior angry that he would not be able to go up, and Dumbledore must have taken the opportunity to observe the three of them.He grabbed Harry's hand and tapped his nose with his wand: "It's back to normal!"

Harry let out a low cry of pain.Tom looked at him strangely: "Did I hurt you?"

"No..." Harry supported half of his cheek, "My tooth..." The pain was gone, but this tooth hurt even more.

It's really not worrying. "Open your mouth," Tom frowned slightly, "I'll take a look."

Harry looked at his beautiful lips as he spoke, and the embarrassment that had disappeared for a while resurfaced. "Forget it, it won't hurt in a while." He stammered.Tom raised his eyebrows. "Do you want us to listen to you whine all the way? Come on, we have to find a way out."

Harry glared at him.However, his guilty conscience did not seem to have any reason at all. It was just an accident. He had a more serious body collision than this when he was playing Quidditch... He shook his head, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.

What is the reaction of the savior!Do you need such a death-defying expression... Tom could swear that he hadn't thought of anything just now, and it turned out like this, as if he was forcing him to do something.He couldn't help cursing Dumbledore again in his heart, what a genius!

There is blood foam between the teeth.Tom frowned, and cast two spells without hesitation.Fortunately, he can say that he will be fine in a while, should he be called the savior? "Okay," he said, keenly noticing Harry's seeming breath of relief, and the unwinding of the taut, curled tongue.

Then Hermione's voice came from not far away. "Haven't you done it yet? I've found my way." She was standing at the entrance of a stone corridor, shining the tip of her lighted wand into it.She turned her head and saw Harry and Tom still standing facing each other, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing? Harry, you fell hard?"

"Ah, no, no, I'm fine..." Harry hurriedly explained, he raised his foot and walked towards her, and subconsciously touched his nose with his hand.Looks like he still needs to learn the healing spell, otherwise he will be in a hurry every time.Tom was behind him, opened his hands, looked at it, and followed.

That is the only way.The three of them walked down the stone corridor, Harry strongly insisted that he go in the front, after Tom said he was dead, Hermione was put in the middle without any reason.All the way they could hear the drips of water dripping down the walls, and after a while they were drowned out by a clanging sound.

"What could it be?" Hermione was a little nervous, she felt that this place was dark and gloomy.

"Looks like something collided..." said Harry.He knew what was waiting for them ahead, and he didn't have the feeling of curiosity and fear last time.

Tom put his hands in his robe pockets.I don't know what Dumbledore would think when he knew that the savior had actually gone through these so-called tests.Anyway, he was walking here, thinking that the last time he had to accompany Dumbledore and the Savior to play the Sorcerer's Stone play house game in order to obtain a physical body to possess a mediocre wizard... Did the soul cut too much and the IQ drop?he thought angrily.

Just plain stupid... He looked over the top of Hermione's messy head to the front lock of unruly curls.The life of the savior is also a tragedy - let alone if he didn't kill his parents - he finally grew up, went to Hogwarts, worked hard, showed his abilities, wanted to be recognized by others, and ended up Only in the end did he realize that he was a pawn in Dumbledore's hands. "We raised him only to be slaughtered like a pig?" Snape had said it well.

But what is incomprehensible is that even so, Potter is still ready to die with him, and Snape is still his spy... Tom pursed his lips, and he thought of Dumbledore talking to him again.Didn't know love... had anyone ever tried to tell him that?Even one?He thought of his school days, how Dumbledore had always been suspicious and defensive towards him from the start.Hmph... well said...

They came to the end of the corridor.The front was brightly lit, and many shiny things were flying over the room.As before, the opposite wooden door is locked.There was a broom in the corner of the room, and the three of them looked at each other.

"It seems to be a key?" Hermione said in disbelief. "Are you going to ride a broom? I can't do that..." She glanced at Tom with lingering fear.

"I'll go." Harry said, walking to the other end.He knew Hermione was a little psychological about broomsticks.

Hermione was even more surprised. "No..." she said, "there are so many...Harry, do you know which one it is?"

If it's his first time, of course he doesn't know.Harry rode on the broom and grinned: "Then I have to try... I think it looks antique..."

He kicked his feet and went up.He remembered that it was a large silver key with sky blue wings, and this target was not too difficult to find.In fact, it was the same. It only took about a minute before he pressed the key on the wall.

Hermione marveled at his swift flying skills. "Several times I thought you were going to hit the wall! Turning at such an angle!" She suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, "Really, I have never seen such a technique..."

Harry slipped the struggling key into the lock.The door clicked open, and Hermione was shocked, "Harry, you're so lucky!" Harry smiled at her, and he only hoped that he could still smile later.Who would play chess without Ron?

Behind the wooden door is a huge room.As soon as they entered, the torch was lit, illuminating the black and white grid below.Harry stepped forward and touched the Black Knight's horse.The stone came alive immediately, the horse raised its head and neighed, its hooves were still digging.

"...Do you have to win the bet before you can pass?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "It looks like... which of you is better at it?" Hermione shook her head, and their eyes fell on Tom together.

"I grew up in the Muggle world, too," Tom reminded them calmly.

The three looked at each other. "Then we're stuck here?" Hermione analyzed, "It's also an idea, look at the knight just now, it will probably be a miserable loss, maybe it's the same as the kind of wizard chess they often play... ..." She gestured with her hand to cut a long sword horizontally.

Harry thought about it and agreed. "It's supper time, people will soon find out we're missing." Dumbledore will surely find out... Wait a minute, Dumbledore?Harry realized that something was wrong. Dumbledore and Flamel wanted to hide the Sorcerer's Stone, instead of letting three first-year students randomly rummage in while they were standing on the floor of a certain platform while waiting for the stairs...

Is that what he was designed for?Harry was not very happy.Then it occurred to him that if that was the case, Dumbledore would not show up to take them out unless they went to the mirror.

Tom said nothing, he walked on.Harry grabbed him quickly, "What are you going to do?"

"past."

Harry and Hermione both stared at him. "Didn't you just say..."

"I'm just telling the truth." Tom shrugged. "Did I say I couldn't?"

Hermione almost jumped up. "I knew it!" she exclaimed excitedly.

It wasn't until they took their places that Harry realized the loophole in his words. "You didn't say you would either!" He pointed out nervously.Tom glanced at him. "That's a good point, but I've seen people play twice."

"...Have you ever done it yourself?" Hermione asked almost desperately, and she found that the white knight on the opposite side was closely watching her movements.

"No." To Harry and Hermione's swoon, Tom was laughing as he said that.

The two men followed Tom's instructions with trepidation.Once, the opponent's pawn stood on the square directly opposite Hermione's bishop.Another time, Harry waved the long sword in his hand frightenedly and chopped down the opponent's castle-he was the queen.Tom stood on the white grid, his king so leisurely that he didn't even use a single cast, walking in circles in the rear, which felt like a walk.

When they finally came across, both Harry and Hermione were in a cold sweat. "Is this really your first time playing chess, Tom?" Harry couldn't believe it, they walked across almost unscathed, and Ron was much more thrilled that time.

"Yeah." Tom looked at the white debris on the ground, and raised the corner of his mouth: "It's easier than I thought."

I don't know if Professor McGonagall will be so angry that she will immediately deduct two points from Gryffindor when she hears that her chessboard has been evaluated in this way.

They walked through the next corridor, and when they opened the door, they almost thought they had teleported to the tropical rainforest.Tall trees block out the sun, vines and aerial roots hang in the forest, various colorful flowers and small animals, and the soil underneath is moist and soft.

Hermione looked at the corridor where they came, and then at the scenery in front of her. She was completely overwhelmed: "Is this magic? It's amazing!" She was about to walk in when she suddenly saw a long tree hanging down from the tree. The thorny tail and raised feet are firmly fixed there. "Is that...a dragon?" she said hesitantly.

The animal was only about fifteen feet long, smooth-scaled, and brassy all over, with a black ridge on its back.It seemed to be woken up, staring at them with a pair of big eyes, and opened its mouth threateningly, revealing two long fangs.Harry and Hermione recognized it almost at the same time, "Norwegian Vipertooth..." he moaned under his breath.This is much more powerful than the stunned monster before!

The dragon spread its wings and was about to pounce. "Dizzy!" Harry shouted hastily, pulling Hermione back with one hand. In his opinion, he should at least close the door to discuss countermeasures.It didn't look like his stun spell would do much for the dragon though, the red light was bounced the other way by its hard hide.The dragon seemed to be enraged, snorted heavily, and swooped down from the tree.

Harry staggered back, but someone was moving faster than him.Tom shot a Freezing spell directly at the dragon over his shoulder.

A huge ice cube appeared out of thin air.Harry and Hermione watched dumbfounded as the dragon fell to the ground with its wings outstretched, making a dull thud.A freezing spell has this effect... That's an animal with a five-star danger index defined by the Ministry of Magic!

Until they found a way out in the maze-like forest, passed the black flames smoothly, and stepped into the last room, Harry was convinced that Tom was constantly refreshing the upper limit of his abilities in his and Hermione's hearts.He didn't want to know how good Tom was now, because it only showed how unproductive his six years at Hogwarts—seven years with this year—had been.

The room was empty, with the Mirror of Erised standing in the center.They walked over, and Hermione walked around the mirror, very puzzled: "Are there so many checkpoints in front of it just to protect it? Isn't it just a mirror..." She suddenly stopped talking, and she saw the scene in the mirror. "...This is no ordinary mirror!"

Yes, Harry agreed inwardly.Now that he's in, it's okay for him to take another look at his family.So he walked over and stood with Hermione.Tom folded his hands and watched, he really didn't want to relive the images he had seen before.

"There's got to be something wrong with that... what it's showing us isn't the real thing... I see I'm first in my class, but it's impossible..." Hermione bit her lower lip, looking from Tom to Harry .She suddenly noticed that Harry's face was flushed, and she asked suspiciously, "What's the matter, Harry? Did you run too hard in the forest just now?"

Tom followed the sound.Sure enough, the savior stood there with a big red face, his eyes flickering, as if he wanted to see but didn't want to.He suddenly became curious about what Harry saw, but he himself gave Harry the Occlumency book, and it was a pity that he couldn't see Harry's thoughts now, but that was the only way to go.He turned his eyes away, and the moment he caught sight of the mirror, the expression of regret on his face immediately faded away.The scene he saw has changed... What is this all about!