war and peace

The train journey was safe and sound.

Those dementors didn't show up.Of course they had no reason this time, Sirius had been proven innocent, and the "he" in "he's at Hogwarts" he'd been chanting earlier wasn't referring to Harry at all.In the first grade, Tom asked to use pets instead of spiders to practice in Transfiguration class, which gave Harry a flash of inspiration and seized the excellent opportunity.At that time, Harry was trying his best to think about how to expose the real murderer Peter, and he didn't want to reveal why he knew that there was something wrong with Ron's mouse. When he couldn't do anything, Tom came up with such a brilliant idea.

Harry was chewing on the small sausage, but his mind drifted involuntarily to the past.

At this time, the hall of Hogwarts was very lively.The long tables of the four colleges were full of people, and everyone was enjoying their first sumptuous dinner since the beginning of school, with laughter and the clashing of knives and forks echoing everywhere.Tom was sitting next to Harry, his expression on his face was a little better than that of the early strangers, but in the middle of the always noisy Gryffindor, he still seemed out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.

Wait a minute... Harry's chewing stopped.How could he think that such a person would make a seemingly strange request in Professor McGonagall's class for no reason?Obviously Tom could not be more low-key in class, and he completely ignored all the teachers' questions.And, could it be said that Tom - Voldemort at heart - was afraid of spiders?Oh, this idea is simply ridiculous.

Harry shook his head to himself in his heart, swallowed the food in his mouth, turned his head and asked the people around him quietly: "Did you do it on purpose?" Added: "Transformation class."

Tom was taken aback for a moment, then slowly raised one eyebrow. "Your reaction speed seems a little slow."

Regarding this answer, Harry's first reaction was not anger at the teasing tone implied in it, but complete incomprehension: "Why? Worm..." He stopped in time, "You just gave up on him? "

Tom snorted softly, but reached for the pumpkin juice without saying a word.What he needs now is a loyal and capable subordinate, not a cowardly and cowardly person who does not succeed enough but fails.It was a temptation, he just wanted to see what level the savior was.There's no denying that Wormtail had a good time when he was forced to manifest.If the savior can't do it, isn't it too ugly to be always defeated by him?

Harry looked at him, not saying a word for a moment.Since Voldemort returned, no one has noticed what he has done.But this is not in line with his character, and it is impossible for him to completely abandon his previous style.He was willing to sacrifice Wormtail as a Death Eater, which doesn't explain the problem, after all, after Voldemort can solve his physical problems by himself, Wormtail has almost no effect on him.So, what will he do this time?

"For a 13-year-old child, you have too many things to think about." Tom noticed Harry's eyes staring at him, and said lightly.He handed Harry a platter full of kebabs. "Now, it's time to get stuffed."

Harry glared at him.Surrounded by people, he can only express his meaning again with his eyes: I am more than 13 years old!And speaking of which, don't you look like you're 13 too?

Look at this swollen face... Tom smiled and reached out to pat Harry on the cheek: "Eat well, huh? Look at how skinny you are."

There was the sound of something falling... Harry recovered from a state of disbelief, and soon realized that the people around them had fallen into a daze.Hermione on the opposite side bit the spoon and forgot to put it down, her face was fixed with an indescribable expression, as if she couldn't help it, but also seemed a little envious.Neville, near her, opened his mouth wide open, and the sound Harry had just heard was the thud of a silver fork in his hand.Sitting on the other side was Parvati Patil. Judging from her pink eyes, she only noticed Tom's smile.And the Weasley twins were winking at him, Fred made a gentle look at George, and George bowed his head shyly in cooperation with him.

If he had a sip of water in his mouth, he would spit it out... Harry thought helplessly, wisely deciding to keep silent.He picked up a skewer of roast meat and bit into it very hard.It seemed he would have to speak to Voldemort alone, about his attitude in public, and what he thought of the future.

All the movements on Gryffindor's side fell into the eyes of the old man with a long white beard on the teacher's bench, and hesitancy rarely flashed in his sharp blue eyes.And on the long table in Slytherin, the boy with pale blond hair was also staring closely at this side, his pupils shrank slightly.

At breakfast the next day, Harry noticed that Hermione was carrying a large and heavy schoolbag.Obviously, she still took all the courses this time. "I promised Professor McGonagall that if I don't feel good after a month, I will take two less courses." Hermione explained quickly when she saw Harry staring at her with a frown. "These courses look so interesting! I can't bear to give up..." she said regretfully.

In this case, it is useless for him to say anything.Harry was still frowning, sometimes it was really hard for him to understand Hermione's thoughts.For example, now, he sincerely hoped that she would give up the first divination class decisively after taking it.

"Maybe it's a bit overloaded." Tom stroked his chin, and also focused on the bulging schoolbag.When he first read Hogwarts, he was not as crazy as this Muggle girl!

Hermione's face crumbled a little when Tom said the same thing. "Since you think so too..." She thought of something and cheered up again, "You will only know after you have learned it!"

Harry nodded at last, agreeing wholeheartedly.Compared to Hermione's homework, what he had to try was harder.He ate the last bit of toast, and then pulled out the class schedule: "Our morning class is..."

"Muggle studies," Tom answered him in a flat tone.

Harry stared.Voldemort wouldn't be doing something to their Muggle professor, Caredy Bubbaji, at Hogwarts, would he?Surely not?Although he had known for a long time that he had chosen this course, it was only now, when the class was about to start, that previously hidden worry became real.

"Seriously, you're thinking too much." Tom seemed to guess what he was thinking. "Or, do you think I might do something stupid?" He reminded vaguely.

As a result, Harry didn't find out until after class that the teaching books for their Muggle Studies class were basically about various social sciences, natural sciences, and so on.If Professor Bubbaji hadn't brought up ideas such as "Wizards should encourage intermarriage with Muggles" in class, Tom still seemed to be serious about learning.

This made Harry feel a little relieved, he couldn't have too many extravagant hopes, and the current situation was much better than he expected.According to his original opinion, Tom would throw up his sleeves and leave before half a class.However, judging from the effect of the actual class, Tom is very likely to get a perfect score in this class in the final exam.

This was indeed something that Harry hadn't expected.Two or three days after the start of school, another unexpected thing began to surface.

It's about his glasses.Harry had managed to get used to his good eyesight, but the multitude of gazes that came with it made him overwhelmed.Everyone who saw him for the first time after school started was stunned for half a minute before reacting, and then exclaimed: "Merlin's beard! You are Harry Potter!" In this situation, it seems that they Back to when we first met in first grade.

Even the students of Slytherin House admired his new look.Pansy Parkinson and her girlfriend snatched a table near Harry and Tom before Potions class on Thursday morning, their whispers coming through clearly (Harry guessed they meant to, But the volume is a bit loud): "I didn't expect Potter to change so much after taking off his glasses." "Yeah, it's exactly the difference between a unicorn and a Flobber slime!"

Harry almost fell headlong into the cauldron in front of him when he heard this.Is it because his round glasses are so unpopular?It is actually at the same level as the Flobber armyworm.

"That said, it would be better if he straightened out those messy hair." "Isn't that obvious? But then again, I still think Tom is handsomer..."

Harry couldn't take it anymore.He squinted his eyes at Tom, and the other party was also looking at him: "I seem to have done something unnecessary?" There was a feeling of knowing this in his tone.

"Yeah, I don't know who received countless greeting cards on Valentine's Day, so many that they need to be filled with pockets that have been cast with the No Trace Expansion Charm, don't you think so?" Harry retorted not to be outdone.

Tom pursed his lips and smiled, completely unconcerned.So it's better to act first, just like at the school dinner, how long will it take Harry to realize the intention of his actions this time?He looked Harry up and down, the two girls who didn't look like Slytherin were right about one thing, and his boy's hair had better be done too.

Just then, Draco Malfoy walked in.This time he was obviously more cautious, he was no longer as arrogant as before, and he didn't provoke everywhere. Hagrid's Hippogriff didn't have any influence on him.There was no one behind him, and at some point his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, were no longer with him.Harry thought of the Death Eaters gathering after he was attacked last time, old Crabbe and old Goyle openly mocked Lucius Malfoy, had they fallen out already?

When the pale blond-haired boy passed by their table, his movements were much slower, and he seemed hesitant to speak.But before he could say or do anything, Snape knocked on the table to silence everyone. "Lesson begins! Draco, take your seat quickly." He looked around the class, his eyes lingering on Tom for a few seconds before finally falling on Harry's face, which took longer than usual.

Harry looked him straight in the face without fear.After a summer vacation, their potions professor looked even worse, and his cheeks became thinner and thinner.With Voldemort already knowing that he was a spy, it must have been a difficult day.Although he didn't know if Voldemort had taken any measures, as long as Snape was as puzzled by Voldemort's behavior as he was, that was enough to worry him.

And Draco Malfoy, who looked preoccupied.Harry had a very strong suspicion. Last time, Lucius Malfoy betrayed Voldemort and escaped by himself. It is simply impossible for Voldemort not to give him a little color.However, judging from the current situation, are they going to start with themselves?

But Harry was wrong this time.

On weekends, Harry, Tom, and Hermione study together in the library.Hermione bit the tip of her quill, looking unable to write.It was the first time Harry saw her worrying about her homework. He looked over and saw that the title read "How to read your fortune for the next week from the tea leaves".

"If it were me, I'd just make up something to deal with that old liar." Mrs. Pince was waving her wand to sort out the books not far away, and Harry tried to keep his voice to a minimum.

Hermione glanced at him quickly. "I think you're right," she simply put down her pen, rubbed the dark circles under her eyes, and said vaguely, "at least I shouldn't take the divination class. She predicted that those who didn't take her class would definitely die, I think it's a total gimmick."

Harry froze for a moment.He hadn't heard any rumors of his death and thought Trelawney had finally dropped her welcome.Unexpectedly, her prophecy really lingered.The reason why there is no movement now is probably that there are too many people who have not taken the divination class, and no one can guess who it is.