war and peace

The author has something to say: Many relatives expressed that they did not understand the direction of the plot, let me explain~~

At the beginning of the fifth quarter, there is a double-line plot. The first one is Harry’s, and Voldemort’s is behind~~ I will get dizzy if I write two lines at the same time, so I write Harry’s plot line at the intersection point and then Voldemort’s plot line, so that everyone It will be clearer to see, but in fact, different stories happened in different histories during this time~~

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The sorting ceremony continued.However, the new students assigned to Slytherin obviously did not have Harry's eye-catching ability. At the long table in the Snake Court, the transfer students were the most discussed ones, after all, such things rarely happened.

Harry was looking at the people nearby, and he found that many of them looked familiar.He must have seen a few people in the genealogy of 12 Grimmauld Place, the boy on Tom's right has a very conspicuous pale blond hair, and the senior students in the surrounding circle all have death eaters on their faces shadow.

He is back in the same era as Sirius' mother!Harry wiped his sweat silently in his heart.The portrait in the foyer of Sirius' old mansion with the Permanent Adhesive Charm and the yelling portrait, it's hard not to be impressed!And Sirius' father, who was also a pure-blood fanatic; Sirius' aunt, who first proposed the beheading of house-elves; the cousin of Sirius' mother... plus Draco Malfoy's grandfather, And a whole bunch of diehard Death Eater grandparents...

Why did he suddenly have a bad feeling... a fake Slytherin (inside a Gryffindor) has a worrisome future in the pure blood supremacy snake yard?Harry looked at Tom Riddle, who was sitting among them like a star-studded moon. The latter was watching the sorting ceremony with a slight smile, and he looked like a standard good student.He is really amazing, so many senior students...

"...Baron Potter!"

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the name.Porter?Turning his head slowly, he heard the whispers of the Slytherins all around him.Although Harry knew they must be talking about a possible connection between the two Potters, no one pointed his finger at him.It seems that the Slytherins of this era still abide by the elegant etiquette of nobles...

A freshman walked to the teacher's seat in response. He had black messy hair and glasses on his nose.Are these really genetic?Harry finally found something to make him happy.He watched with interest as his ancestor sat down on the stool and put on the battered old hat.And the performance of the Sorting Hat was as decisive as the sorting of Harry just now, it immediately shouted: "Gryffindor!"

At that moment, Harry noticed that there seemed to be a hint of relief on Dumbledore's face.The Dark Lord Grindelwald is in the limelight now, and there are jitters everywhere. Harry guesses that the last thing Dumbledore wants to see is an accident like him.

"So, you guys belong to the same family?" A senior girl finally couldn't bear it and asked Harry.

"Uh..." Harry hesitated for a moment, then felt many eyes looking his way. "No, I don't know him," he firmly denied.If there was a Gryffindor relative, he'd be severely ostracized in Slytherin, wouldn't he?

The girl was obviously a little surprised, "Well, you know, there are more or less relationships between pure-blood families now... But you really don't look alike," she said researchingly, "You are pure-blood, um ?”

"Yes." Harry answered quickly this time.He couldn't help but feel very thankful now, if Voldemort hadn't forced him to cure his short-sightedness and straighten his hair back then, then his appearance must have been an enlarged version of Barron Potter, no one would believe it if it didn't matter.

The girl finally showed a smile. "My name is Agnes Lestrange, sixth grade, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too." Harry forced himself a friendly smile, taking another look at the girl he hadn't noticed just now.Her tan eyes were large and expressive, and her hair, the same color, fell to her waist in wavy curls.That's right, Rodolphus Lestrange and Labestan Lestrange have eyes and hair that color!

Merlin, after he came to Slytherin, the first person who took the initiative to know him was actually from the Lestrange family!Harry deeply felt that his world view had been completely subverted.

Sitting next to Agnes was a girl with long black hair, who had maintained a critical look from just now, until Harry clarified that he had nothing to do with Potter from Gryffindor, and that he was still a pureblood. Reduced a bit. "Agnes," she said arrogantly, "he has only proved that he has the basic qualifications to enter Slytherin, and there is no need for you to condescend to get acquainted."

Harry knew who she was: Walburga? Black (WalburgaBlack), Sirius' mother.He had long been familiar with this lady's temper, so he just shrugged and said nothing.On the contrary, Agnes gave her friend a slightly reproachful look, "Don't be like this, Walburga. Since everyone is pure blood and belongs to the same academy, they should be friends."

Well, from this point of view, Agnes is much more intelligent than Walburga, although the premise of her friendship is based on blood and academic affiliation.Harry muttered to himself, then subconsciously glanced in Tom's direction.

The small circle around him was discussing something, many boys looked older than him, but everyone seemed to regard him as the leader.Tom didn't speak, and there was a casual smile on his face.Suddenly he seemed to notice something, turned his eyes, and his eyes just collided with Harry's again.

Seen by those black pupils that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Harry hurriedly looked away.

"Oh, all the Slytherin students know," Agnes obviously noticed what Harry was looking at, "that famous coterie, it's not easy to get in. After all, you and he are in the same grade... ' She glanced at Harry again, her expression becoming thoughtful.

Harry didn't know what she was thinking, but Walburga Black obviously caught it.There was a kind of spectacle on her face, "That's good, it looks like someone is going to spend the night in the common room tonight."

Several nearby people who heard her words also showed suddenly realized expressions, and then looked at Harry with more or less sympathetic eyes.Harry was a little annoyed. He went back to the past from the future more than fifty years later, why did he feel that there were still some things out of his control?

But he quickly forgot about it, because when they were talking, the sorting ceremony was over, and Mr. Dippert, the principal, had finished speaking, and all the tables were filled with delicious food in an instant.Already starving, Harry grabbed a Yorkshire pudding and started nibbling, before noticing that he was the only one acting like a native.The Slytherins ate slowly, and no one spoke loudly, not even the usual sound of a spoon clinking against the wall of a glass.

Harry swallowed the bread with difficulty, and the artificial quiet atmosphere made him suddenly lose his appetite.He thought that the latent Voldemort ate in the same way, so how did he tolerate Gryffindor's loud noises, noises, and even spilled drinks when he ate?

After dinner, the Slytherin students, led by the prefect, marched in groups through the hall, through the corridor, then down, past the dungeon, lower and lower, and finally stopped in an empty, wet wall. Huhu outside the stone wall.Harry couldn't help yawning. He followed Tom Riddle in the Muggle world for nearly half a month, and he never got a good night's sleep.It's not just a matter of time, he doesn't even have a bed, and he often takes a nap standing on the wall outside the orphanage to deal with it.Although from the bottom of his heart, Harry preferred a sunny tower, but now that he was in Slytherin, he could only hope that the bed in the cellar would be as soft as his old crimson flannel bed.

"Pure," Harry heard Tom's familiar voice say inside, and a door appeared in the stone wall.The students filed in, and when Harry's turn came, he found Tom Riddle still standing by the door.

"Harry Potter," he read slowly, his eyes fixed on Harry, obviously not wanting to let go of any possible expression on his face, "your dormitory is at the back." Then he went in first.

Harry stood there for a moment inexplicably.He felt that there was something weird in this sentence, but it was endless.Then he followed in.

The Slytherin common room wasn't much different from when he'd walked in it in his second year.School has just started, and there is no fire in the beautifully carved fireplace.The walls are all made of rough round stones.Green lights hung from the ceiling on chains.Harry hadn't noticed it the last time he was here, and he realized now that it wasn't flames, but some kind of magical beam.

A few students sat on the carved chairs in groups of threes and chatted, and more people walked towards the two entrances at the other end of the common room.Harry also noticed that everything seemed to be carved here, from the plain table legs to the lamp holder above, which reminded him of the variegated chairs Voldemort had taught him about Transfiguration.Slytherin through and through, Harry thought to himself, and walked in the direction of the boys towards one of the entrances.

At the same time, in a corner of the lounge, several boys stopped talking at the same time, watching Harry's back disappear into the underground passage.

“No wonder the boss went down first,” said Michell Knot, a seventh-grader and current student body president. "I just remembered that this Potter is also in the fifth grade...then only the boss's room is still vacant."

Sitting across from him was a very big boy. "I don't think the boss is opening the door for him by going down early." His voice was gruff, with obvious gloating. "And only the boss can open that door."

"Glad you noticed that, Lunn," Abraxas Malfoy showed a classic smirk, "I thought your brain and your name matched."

Len Mulciber glared at him. "Watch your words, Malfoy!" he said gruffly, "I'm a year older than you!" (Author's note: Len means someone as strong as a lion in English, and Malfoy means Sarcastic about Mulciber as mindless as those Gryffindor lions.)

"It seems so." Abraxas Malfoy said glibly, he knew enough was enough, and then turned the topic back to the previous direction, "But then again, I think that Potter looks quite to my liking .If the boss is not willing to give him a bed, I think maybe I can provide him with a floor bunk." He licked his lower lip, as if he had already seen this beautiful scene.

The other three people were used to this kind of behavior from him, and they didn't bother to remind him that this drooling appearance greatly affected his aristocratic appearance.

"I have an idea, let's stay here for a while, maybe we can see that Potter crying and begging the boss to open the door later? Or be a little more cowardly and just fall asleep outside the door?" A golden brown The haired boy said excitedly that he was clearly younger than his companions.

Nott smiled. "Roderick, I sometimes wonder if you're not a third-year student." But he settled into a more comfortable position in the armchair, apparently listening.

Roderick Rosier saw the other two do the same and smiled smugly knowing they all agreed with him.

If Harry saw this, he'd know his bad feeling wasn't an illusion.But now he is standing in the deepest part of the cellar dormitory, staring at the silver nameplate on the carved door, and finally understands that Agnes Lestrange's thoughtfulness and Walburga Black's gloating what's the matter.

Slytherin and Gryffindor dormitory arrangements are different, they are two people.And he was honored to be given a room with Tom Riddle, and Harry thought he could understand why.If there had to be someone in Slytherin who lived in the same dormitory, it would be the young Voldemort.

Harry pressed the doorknob with his hand, and it didn't move as expected.Is this to give him a blow?Harry sighed involuntarily (no one was around anyway), and bent over the doorknob.A sinuous and coiled silver snake perched upon it, eyes set with emeralds.Uh, why does it look familiar?Harry thought about it, and another doorknob came to mind, but the snake's eyes were made of rubies.

"Open the door for me," Harry hissed softly.The snake lived, and said in amazement, "The master didn't tell me you could come in...but since you said so, I think he'd be happy to see you." It drew back its tail, and the door clicked open.

The dormitory was very tidy, Harry thought, as expected in Voldemort's style.There is a large bookshelf against the wall, the wardrobe is built into the wall, there is an exquisite fireplace in the corner, two carved bedside tables, two beds with dark green curtains, and a full-length mirror opposite the bed.Basically the same layout as the Gryffindor Tower dormitory, except that it has no windows and is smaller.No one was there, Tom was probably in the shower.

Harry saw his simple luggage dumped on one of the beds, and walked over to it.Just as he was taking things out one by one, a slightly surprised voice sounded behind him: "How did you get in?"