war and peace

Harry had a strange dream all night.One of them, Professor Roald was sitting opposite him, turned his head suddenly, the back of his head into a flat snake face; See the Dark Mark above...

Oh, enough is enough!Distraught by the sight, Harry sat up abruptly and stared at the curtains on his bed.Tom has nothing on his hands, he saw this with his own eyes before going to bed last night; and the back of Professor Roald's head, is there anything else besides hair?

A ray of light came in from between the bed curtains, and the sun rose.Harry's head was full of messy thoughts, and he couldn't sleep anyway.He got up lightly, surrounded by the sound of undulating breathing, and his roommates were still asleep.He should get the Marauder's Map, at least to know if Tom and Professor Roald were called that.

After Harry closed the bedroom door and left, he opened the bed curtain with another hand.Tom stared at the empty bed next door, and whispered in a low voice, "It would be useful to take a little more time to prepare, don't you, Potter?" There was a smile on his face.

When breakfast began, the only first years that could be seen at the long Gryffindor table were Harry, Tom and Hermione.This is also impossible, the castle's stairs are too complicated.Harry thought of the last time it took him and Ron a full week to find their way to get to the Great Hall in time for breakfast.

Now he could find the right place with his eyes closed. Thinking of this, Harry subconsciously touched the parchment in his arms.Luckily Filch was a Squib, and all it took to find something in his office was a Coming Charm.Of course, Filch wasn't up when he went, and Harry knocked a pair of armor around the corner, leading him and Mrs. Norris away.He had also carefully brought another old piece of parchment in its place, assuming Filch wouldn't find out.

The dot marked Mar Veromca Rold is in the ancillary cubicle behind his office, presumably washing; and Tom Kard King is in the Gryffindor Tower his own bed.Harry looked over all the people on the Marauder's Map carefully, and there was nothing abnormal, no one who showed that they were Voldemort or Tom Marvolo Riddle.

How could it be so quiet... Harry was chewing on the salty ham in his mouth, thinking about what had happened so far.Dumbledore still warned them not to go down that hallway, and there was no report in the Daily Prophet that Gringotts had been attacked; A ridiculous thought popped up, Voldemort wouldn't have died the night he murdered him, right?

Oh, of course not, Harry immediately shook his head and denied himself, no matter what he said, he had to find Voldemort's Horcrux first and then destroy it.He picked up another jam pie and mentally repeated the two names over and over again: God of War, Victory, Place?Mars, March, Destruction?Tomcat, underground movie, Wang... No, they all have some strange meanings.Word games Harry is not very good at, he decided to find some time to re-spell the letters of the two names. (Author's note: English mar means destruction, or the abbreviation of March; mars means the god of war/Mars; veromca is the success of variants; rold is a place name in Denmark; tom is a person's name, which also means tomcat ; kard is part of the kardklub phrase, meaning underground film teaching; king, monarch, king.)

Ravenclaw's diadem, Hufflepuff's cup, Slytherin's locket, Marvolo's Resurrection Stone ring, Voldemort's diary as a boy, Nagini the snake, and himself... all Seven Horcruxes.

The diadem is in the Room of Requirement. This is probably the best place to find it. Harry took out the timetable and glanced at it. He was about to go to herbal medicine class soon. It seemed that he could only get it when he came back; the gold cup was in Lestrange's house. In the vault, he needs to plan carefully. He doesn't want to anger the guarding fire dragon again like last time. If he does it again, he might not be so lucky to escape; the locket is in Sirius' old house, Harry squinted his eyes, Of course, the first thing he has to solve is Pettigrew disguised as a mouse. His dear godfather is still in Azkaban for generations!

The ring, Harry frowned, even Dumbledore was fooled, it can be seen how powerful the magic trap on it is, I haven’t figured out how to do this, so put it aside for now; the diary can only be counted on Lucius Malfoy himself It's for Ginny, he hasn't seen Dobby yet, but even if he does, he can't ask Dobby to steal from his master, can he?

As for Nagini and himself, Harry sighed heavily in his heart, maybe they would have to end in a head-to-head confrontation, and he had to wait for the opportunity to kill the snake before he could die calmly.Harry really hated Voldemort a little at this time, why make so many Horcruxes?Nothing to do but turn himself from a handsome lad into a monster, and waste all his energy!

"Harry, are you okay?" A disheveled head approached in front of Harry, it was Hermione: "You look preoccupied." She said and reached out to take the pumpkin juice from Harry's hand.

When Harry came back to himself, he realized that he had spilled what he was supposed to drink on himself. "Uh..." Harry struggled, he urgently needed to find a reasonable reason to prevaricate: "I was too excited last night, so I didn't sleep well."

"Is that so?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously, and relaxed a little when she noticed that Harry did have two dark circles under his eyes: "It will be fine in the future."

Harry nodded.Tom next to him finished his breakfast in silence, got up and left.Harry and Hermione looked at each other: "He doesn't seem to be very easy to deal with." Hermione looked at Tom's back, "I think so. But I think he may not have slept well like you. The expression on his face is really strange."

Harry was wondering where to hide Ravenclaw's diadem. After all, he didn't have any items that could destroy Horcruxes, so he didn't pay much attention to what Hermione said.Neither Tom nor Professor Roald was Voldemort, nor were they Death Eaters, so he could almost rest assured.The Gryffindor sword, the basilisk's fangs, the flames of hell... When he finally stood up and walked out to the field, he had a preliminary plan in his mind.

The first week of school looks pretty normal.The history of magic taught by Binns is still the most sleep-inducing course; Harry feels that even if he takes it twice, he still can't figure out the laws of the movement of the stars; It became a needle, and Professor McGonagall happily gave Gryffindor two points.But Hermione secretly complained to him after class, saying that she thought Tom could do it too, "I didn't even know those two spells he used!"

Harry was noncommittal, he could do it, he just didn't want to.There must have been some reason for Tom's reluctance.

The most popular subject among the students was undoubtedly Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry had never seen so many girls wanting to go up and demonstrate to the class.But Harry was skeptical, it was all because the partner was Professor Roald.He is polite and personable, and his handsome appearance is matched with that charming smile. As soon as he walks into the classroom, he is inevitably filled with pink bubbles.The Weasley twins later complained in the common room that the Professor completely stole the show from everyone else and that it was impossible for them to find a girlfriend.

Harry was indifferent to this, and was even more happy, because Roald didn't ask him to go up very much.This is a good thing, although he has the name of a savior, after all, he is not a real deal, and he doesn't like to be surrounded by people, let alone when there is a sparkling contrast.

Potions is probably the least popular subject among students.In the first class on Friday morning, Harry had to prepare himself well before going into the cellar. Of course, he had reviewed his textbooks well before.Harry found a middle seat and sat down. The classmates came in one after another, and then sat down next to him alone.Harry turned his head and saw an indifferent face.

His solitary strategy worked, Ron with Seamus, Neville with Dean, uh, leaving him with only Tom?Can a Gryffindor and a Slytherin be expected to sit together spontaneously?Harry was a little embarrassed, and quickly put away his surprised expression, and stepped aside.

The door of the classroom was pushed open again, and a wave of black robes rolled in.Harry's heart rose to his throat. He didn't want to have a cold war or mutual hostility with Snape. If possible, he hoped to restore the impression of Potter's surname in Snape's mind.After all that had happened, even though Snape had treated him so badly before, Harry couldn't hate him at all.After all, the joke James made was too bad, and he paid the price with his life for the son of the enemy just out of his unwavering one-sided love.Considering what he had done for Lily, it was hard for Harry to imagine anyone else doing it.

First is roll call. "...Harry Potter?" Snape's dark eyes surveyed the whole class, and finally fell on the black-haired and green-eyed boy accurately. Harry tried his best to maintain the politeness that students should have. "A famous Potter... I think we should be honored for that, don't we?" Snape gave a malicious smile.

The class fell silent, wondering how Harry had offended a professor whom he was meeting for the first time.Even Malfoy wasn't smiling, he was surreptitiously looking in Harry's direction.He had been wanting to find Harry ever since the conversation before the sorting, but he had no chance. The savior seemed to be very low-key.Harry pursed his lips, calm, he reminded himself, don't you already know how much Snape hates your dad?And it's not the first time he has experienced his poisonous tongue, there are worse ones.He was counting on repairing Snape, he could take his time, talking back to Snape in class was obviously not a good idea.

But Snape quickly put his head down and resumed reading the names on the parchment, it seemed he couldn't bear to look into those green eyes for too long.When the class officially started and Harry finished answering the three questions in a calm voice, Snape looked very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do.

Ron, who was behind, poked Harry's back secretly with his fingertips: "Hey, how did you offend him?" Harry tried to keep his lips still, and replied in the same whisper, "I don't know either." Nep was writing on the blackboard when Hermione, who was next to them, gave them both a stern look.

When they officially started brewing the scabies potion, the whole cellar was filled with the sound of the clashing cauldrons, and Snape walked around them.Harry was very pleased to find that although he hadn't touched it for ten years, he still remembered most of the previous skills, and Snape probably couldn't pick out any thorns in making entry-level things like scabies potion.

Sure enough, Snape spent an exceptionally long time at their table, almost three times as much as the others.Harry carefully removed the cauldron under his gaze, then added porcupine quills to it, and the potion instantly turned an opaque black color.He also stole a sideways glance, sincerely hoping that his deskmate Tom wouldn't lose his temper due to Snape's undue attention.

But it turns out that his worries were unnecessary.Tom sat quietly, his potion was slowly emitting white steam, which was exactly the same as the straight upward smoke described in the book, and it could be seen that it was ready.Harry took another look at the professor, saw him staring at the pot of soup with an unreadable expression on his face, and walked away.Although Tom's potion even Harry can see that he is doing very well, but it is simply impossible to expect Snape to give Gryffindor points, so Harry is very grateful that he has kept Gryffindor's points.He didn't know that for a split second he missed Tom's complicated glance at Snape.