war and peace

The author has something to say: I heard a saying that none of the Death Eaters had a Patronus (except Snape), but I personally disagree, Death Eaters are still human after all, and they must have beloved family and friends~ Even if they are Bella, no one can deny that she loves V~~Of course it doesn't involve her patron saint now, I just think this view is too arbitrary~~

Harry followed Tom through the corridors of Hogwarts, wolfing down his breakfast on the way to the dungeon.In fact, they went early. Professor Slughorn hadn't come yet, and there were only a few students sitting in the classroom.It was neat and bright inside, and it must have been cast with some kind of lighting magic.There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, and a comfortable armchair stood in front of it.Harry could only come to one conclusion, that this huge change from Professor Snape's Potions classroom should have something to do with Professor Slughorn's personal habits.

Tom picked a particularly front middle seat.Harry watched him sit down and open the book, standing still.

He was very contradictory. On the one hand, he sincerely hoped to be close to Tom; on the other hand, his reason told him that the current Tom just regarded him as a new hunting target.Just like his so-called friends, who can listen to his orders and help him do something. In fact, his friends are just the tools he needs to achieve his goals.

"What's the matter?" Tom turned to ask Harry when he realized that Harry didn't sit up by himself as he expected.Harry glanced at him and began to move.He could only comfort himself with a wry smile and said that this was Voldemort's original character, and he might be a more advanced or important tool, because aside from magic skills, he could at least speak Parseltongue.And isn't he here to change this situation?

Harry sat down dawdly, and began to place potion ingredients and cauldrons on the table.Tom caught the faint light of his magic silver cauldron inadvertently, and gave Harry a startled look.

After more than ten minutes, the students came one after another.Slytherin's Potions class is taken together with Ravenclaw House.Compared with Gryffindors, Ravenclaws are obviously more interested in the knowledge in books, so Harry's ears were slightly cleared for a while during these two classes.

One minute before the class time, Professor Slughorn appeared at the door of the classroom on time with a round belly. "Good morning, boys," he said with a smile. "Welcome to the first Potions class of the new term. Before we officially start, I thought I had to remind you of one thing: at the end of this school year, you will The OWLs exam is coming, which is a very important qualifying exam, so I personally hope that you can all cheer up this school year; similarly, children who pass the OWLs exam, I will be more than happy to be in my NEWTs potion You continue to be seen in the class—of course, excellence is even better." Harry noticed that he gave Tom an appreciative look, obviously full of confidence in him.

Hearing this, some students began to whisper to each other. "Well, after all, before that, we still have to study hard so that we can best prepare for the upcoming exams." Professor Slughorn raised his voice slightly to drown out the whispers below. . "The potion to be dispensed today is... oh, no, roll call first, I think we should have a new classmate..." He began to rummage on the table, and finally took out a roll of parchment. "Laura Ackerman..."

Harry hardly knew his new classmates, although he heard a few familiar surnames here and there.It seems that the Death Eaters do have the nature of family inheritance, and it may be easier for pure-blood families to agree with Voldemort's proposition, whether it was in the past or in the future.

Professor Slughorn's roll call is still going on, "... Nancy Morgan, Susan Myrtle, Orlando Norton..."

Harry tensed up suddenly, and followed Professor Slughorn's gaze back.He heard a very familiar name, Myrtle... and saw a girl wearing thick glasses sitting three tables behind him to the right.Except that she has a real body, other appearances are exactly the same as her ghost state.Harry stared at her blankly, he finally saw the real Weeping Myrtle - of course, she is not a Weeping Myrtle yet, but a Ravenclaw student, Susan Myrtle .

Out of the corner of his eye Tom noticed who Harry was looking at, and couldn't help but question his new roommate's taste.Judging by Potter's behavior just now, it is obvious that she knew Myrtle before; and Myrtle probably didn't know him. If she knew a boy like Potter, she would have shown it off to the whole school.It's getting weirder...

"...Harry Potter!" Harry was immersed in shock, and he realized that it was Professor Slughorn calling him when he realized that he was the focus of attention. "Yes!" He raised his hand hastily.

Professor Slughorn studied Harry carefully for a moment with his protruding eyes, from his face to the cauldron in front of him.In the end he seemed satisfied, "I heard that you transferred from France?"

"Ah... yes." Harry wasn't sure if Professor Slughorn would ask him anything more, so he answered the question cautiously.

"It's a wise choice, I'd say. France isn't doing very well, is it?" Professor Slughorn gave a short laugh, seemingly rejoicing. "I noticed that you don't have any English accent at all... To be honest, it's the same as a pure Welsh accent!" He looked at Harry carefully again, "You also brought the magic silver cauldron, which is used for the palliative. This preparation couldn’t be better, I think you must have previewed it? Of course, how could it be possible with Tom..." He shrugged slightly, and the last sentence was unfinished, but the tone was obvious expressed a special appreciation.The Slytherins exchanged knowing glances and laughed softly.

Harry smiled awkwardly, but he was actually quite dumbfounded.Of course he knows the efficacy of the magic silver crucible. He never paid so much attention to it before. Since Voldemort began to teach him about potions and gave him a complete set of related equipment, he couldn't think of a reason not to use them. ——Perhaps Voldemort successfully assimilated him at this point, and has a kind of extremely critical perfectionism for his own works.

However, even Professor Slughorn could tell he had a Welsh accent, so Tom Riddle... Harry looked cautiously aside just in time to see Tom reply to Professor Slughorn with a The innocent smile that can only be seen on the face of a good student.Harry asked himself that he couldn't possibly do better than him, but how old was Tom?

The rest of the course went very well.Harry counted it up, and Professor Slughorn praised Tom eleven times from the beginning to the end, from the technique of grinding the moonstone to the accuracy of the number of stirring times, etc., and so on.As for Harry himself, it was an honor for him to praise him three times, but Harry doubted that it was the effect of the magic silver cauldron Voldemort gave him, because Professor Slughorn once lamented the magic silver cauldron Voldemort gave him. The rarity of silver as a material once again states the powerful boosting effect of the magic silver crucible on moderators from all aspects.

"It seems that I underestimated you, didn't I?" After class, Tom dismissed a large group of people around him and motioned Harry to go with him.As they were climbing up through the dark underground corridors, Tom suddenly spoke to Harry's ear.Harry figured he probably didn't want anyone else to hear that, but the heat of Tom's breath made him wince reflexively. "What?" He decided to play dumb.The Devil's Silver Cauldron... so Voldemort's tastes haven't changed since then?

"Don't play dumb with me, Potter," Tom said in a soft tone, "you know what I'm talking about."

So when you threatened him, did you change your address to Potter?Harry sighed in his heart, he really felt more and more that the young Voldemort was not easy to deal with. "I told you, you don't believe it yourself." Harry didn't change his words. Who knows how Tom will react when he knows that he has returned to the past from the future... He still doesn't want to be sent to the Department of Mysteries for research. , Professor Dumbledore's attention did not want to.

There was a ray of light ahead, and they were almost above the ground.Tom pursed his lips and said nothing more, but Harry could see that didn't mean he believed it.They followed the troop up two flights of stairs in silence, turned down the hallway on the left, passed the trophy room (the Gryffindor Quidditch team trophy hadn't appeared yet), and arrived at the location of their second lesson: Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

After all, he did come back with the Firebolt... Harry's mind became active, and he began to imagine the brilliant record he would have if he joined the Quidditch team.But when he looked down at the silver and green badge on his robe, a subtle sense of incongruity emerged from his heart: Harry Potter, Gryffindor's golden Seeker, will one day wear Slytherin's shirt, working hard for them to win the House Cup?

Sounds like a bad joke.Harry sat down, shaking his head mentally to himself, before noticing that the gray-haired professor had arrived.Perhaps because of the war, Defense Against the Dark Arts taught things a lot ahead of time, and their first class was actually the Patronus Charm.

"... try to imagine your happiest event... This spell only works when you are concentrating your mind, so when you summon the Patronus you have to do your best to recall a certain happy event... It is against dementors The only spell that works at that time..." Professor Galatea Mellors was very old, and he trembled when he spoke, and Harry looked worried for him.

"This spell is difficult for many adult wizards... But I beg you, it is very important to learn this. Although I can't bring a real dementor to the class, I hope you can try your best... ..." Professor Mellors looked at the whole class from under his glasses, "Who would like to try it first?"

Almost everyone shrank their necks at the same time.Everyone has heard that this is a very difficult spell, it is simply too difficult to succeed once, and the first one will definitely make a fool of yourself.As a result, the situation turned out to be that Tom was still sitting there upright, while Harry didn't expect the reaction of the others, and seemed to be listening carefully.

"Oh, Tom, I just knew..." Professor Mellors obviously admired Tom very much.He rolled his eyes and found that this time, besides Tom, there was actually no one who flinched. "Well, are you...?"

Before Harry could react, Tom answered before him: "Professor, he is a new transfer student, Harry Potter."

"I remembered...I saw you at the sorting ceremony," Professor Mellors nodded, "Very well, Potter, this time it's up to you to give us a try... Try to imagine happy Things..." He obviously didn't really think that Harry would succeed, so in order to prevent Harry from acting too ugly, he deliberately repeated the main points.

Harry gave Tom a resigned look, then stood up.Tom's purpose is obvious, which is to push him in front of everyone, while he observes his possible flaws below.

Sirius, bearded and thin-cheeked, was smiling at him...

The long queue outside Privet Drive 4...

Two lounge chairs on the white-sand beach of Bristol Bay in the afternoon...

He caught the Golden Snitch before Viktor Krum...

In the maze, he finally raised the silver trophy...

"Guardian!" Harry yelled.

A cloud of silvery white mist shot from the tip of his holly wand.It was a lump at first, but it changed quickly.The cloud of mist stretched out longer and longer, first revealing a pointed tail, then neat scales, and finally a triangular head.The silver snake was entangled in the air, slightly looking down at Harry below.Judging by its coiled length, it would be well over twenty feet long.

Everyone stared at the silver snake dumbfounded. "He has transformed!" Such voices came one after another.

Harry himself was dumbfounded.He recognized the snake as a mutant black mamba, the same species as the one he had seen in the Forbidden Forest.But who can tell him when his Patronus changed from a stag to a black mamba?

Perhaps there was another person who was more surprised than Harry, and that was Tom Riddle.He looked up at the snake, then at Harry's stunned face, and finally his eyes fell on his own yew wand.This is so weird...

"Great, Potter, it's perfect! Add twenty points to Slytherin!" Professor Mellors finally recovered from the shock, "A physical Patronus, very good!" Then he Turning to Tom, "You try it too, Tom? I think I'm going to give Slytherin about forty points today, Professor Slughorn should love you both..."

Tom pursed his lips and stood up too.

"Call God Guard!"

A large silver-white snake traversed the air, opening its mouth to reveal its long fangs.The whole class fell silent, eyes darting back and forth between Tom and Harry.Anyone with long eyes can tell that the two snakes are exactly the same, except for their different postures.

Harry was even more dazed.He looked at the phantom left after his patron saint disappeared in the air, and then looked at Tom's attacking snake, and finally understood something, and he didn't know what to say at all.