war and peace

Harry had a mess of dreams.First, in the Hogwarts auditorium in the previous life, he and Voldemort pointed at each other with wands and circled around, surrounded by dark crowds; the next scene was that he and Ron had a violent argument because of the locket. After a fight, Ron left angrily; in the end, in the secret room, Tom Riddle twisted his face and directed Percy to bite him. He wanted to step back but bumped into the wall, and the damp and cold breath came oncoming. Can watch the fangs go through his throat...

"Hmm..." Harry opened his eyes in pain, his back aching like it was burning.He didn't pay attention just now, and seemed to have rubbed the wound when he turned over.My throat hurts like hell, it's burning, and it's hard to pronounce a single syllable.He tried his best to divert his attention from the pain, only to realize that his body was covered with a quilt, and above his head was a whole piece of silver-green curtain.

This is his bed, the one in the cellar dormitory.Harry blinked, and the previous events began to replay in his mind like a revolving lantern.So in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom didn't actually strangle him?And kindly moved him back to the dormitory?Why does it sound so mysterious?Harry frowned, did he change the era and scene again?

"Who told you to move?" A sullen voice sounded.Harry recognized Tom's voice and turned his head quickly.This action didn't matter, it pulled the wound on his back again, and Harry's expression suddenly became grinning: "It hurts!"

Tom just came back from the outside, holding a box in his hand, with the aroma of milk wafting from it.He frowned and stared at Harry, watching the latter slowly turn over and turn his face to the door: "Are you...just back from class?"

"Well, I asked for leave for you," said Tom curtly.He walked to Harry's bed, put the lunch box on the bedside table, and sat up almost half-embracing Harry, letting him lean sideways on the padded pillow: "Less touch your back." He couldn't help but feel more Said something, although the tone was a bit reluctant.

After these actions were spoken, Harry stared at him dumbfounded.He couldn't help reaching out and pinching Tom's face to make sure he wasn't hallucinating: "Actually, I'm dead? Or...you're not real Tom?" Judging from Tom's answer, the possibility of changing the time and place has been ruled out up.But why did his attitude change so much after opening his eyes?If he remembers correctly, it was Tom who brought him to this miserable state not long ago...

"...Eat!" Tom slapped Harry's hand off with a dark face.It was all because he had learned lip-reading, otherwise he would never have guessed what Harry was going to say in the end.The first time he saw such a stupid person, he didn't even know how to resist at that time, and he didn't even reach for his wand—now he still asks some annoying questions—so he should strangle this stupid lion and finish it off!

Harry obediently began to drink the oatmeal with milk that Tom had brought back.Well, it's still warm.While drinking, Harry stared at Tom reading a book across the way.I don't know if his scrutiny was too explicit, Tom sat for less than 10 minutes before opening the door and going out again, it seemed that he was going to the library.

As soon as he was on his front foot, Harry jumped off the bed on his back foot.Of course, this action was a bit difficult for him now, and Harry was so shocked by Tom's performance that he forgot his wound again. "Hiss..." He gasped, and ran to the full-length mirror in three steps at a time, and took off his nightgown with his back facing it.There is a whole piece of pink tender meat on the back, no wonder it hurts so much to move.Harry turned around and studied the neck again. It was white and smooth, and there was no bruise on the surface.

So Tom had healed him when he passed out?Judging by the wounds on his back, Tom most likely carried him back.Harry smirked, and it looked like Tom believed him in the end, and a little injury wasn't a big deal.Then he picked up the nightgown that was on the floor and put it on again, but suddenly remembered the missing point.

He was wearing a formal Hogwarts uniform when he followed the Chamber of Secrets, from shirt to tie to tunic, everything was in order.But he is wearing a nightgown now, and he knows with his toes that Tom will never take him to the school hospital. Doesn't that mean... Tom took off his clothes, healed the wound, and then Put him in a nightgown?Doesn't that mean, he... he was seen by Tom?

"Don't be what I imagined..." Harry moaned softly, rushed into the bathroom, and sure enough found his previous clothes.Tom had cast the Restoring Charm on it too, and his robe looked the same as before.Harry's legs gave way and he almost slipped to the ground.It's a complete embarrassment... Although they are both men, if that person is Tom... Harry covered his face and wailed inwardly.His image is completely ruined...

"Honestly, you've both been acting weird lately." A small voice rang out, and Harry almost took a step back in fright.He looked around and realized that it was the silver mirror in front of him.It was carved with two intertwined snakes, Harry had never heard them speak before.

"Oh, you scared the poor boy~~" another snake also said softly.

"I... no, wait... do all Slytherin sculptures talk?" Harry tried to make sense of the matter, asking a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

The first snake gave him a supercilious look, if it could do that. "Of course not, but there are not only a few of us... It's just that they don't understand. They are busy all day and don't pay attention to anything..."

"You said 'you'? Did you mean me and Tom?" Harry snapped back from the shock, and caught the meaning of its first sentence right away.

"Anyone else?" said the first snake, still contemptuously.

"To be honest, about eight hours ago, he rushed in and frantically washed his face with cold water... You know, it's winter now, and we didn't listen to our persuasion... Then he behaved the same as you did just now, and stared at you. We've been together for a long time." The second snake seemed to be waiting to see Harry, and replied matter-of-factly.

It's about twelve noon now.Eight hours...that's four in the morning?That's probably when Tom got him back from the Chamber of Secrets... before he got mad enough to kill himself again?That's a nice idea.Harry shook off his pimples, frozen by his own bad jokes.

"Didn't he say anything?" Harry asked tentatively.Although the probability of this kind of thing is not high, Tom has never told others what is in his heart, but maybe he is not so defensive about snakes...

"Sometimes he would tell us something on his mind..." the first snake said proudly, and after seeing Harry's expectant eyes instantly, he added disdainfully: "But we are willing to keep a secret for him."

The second snake shook its head regretfully: "Yes." As if it couldn't bear to see Harry's frustrated look, it added: "But this time he didn't say anything."

"Then... thank you." Harry could see that he couldn't get anything more useful from them, so he had to thank them and turned to leave.

After the bathroom door closed, it was very quiet for a few minutes.

"You don't hate this boy as much as you make out, do you?" This is the voice of the second snake, with affirmation.

The first snake snorted. "A Gryffindor!" it said in disgust, "Is there anything more likable than this?" The tone was full of irony.

"That can't be denied, he is sincere. The Slytherins are really..." The second snake stopped suddenly, and heaved a long sigh, "It's not as good as this stupid Gryffindor, right?"

"You finally admitted that he is a Gryffindor through and through, and he doesn't turn the corner when he asks questions." The first snake continued to say contemptuously.But one thing it can't deny is, "Tom is so lonely, I just can't bear to see him like this."

No one spoke to them for a long time before Tom came in.As the snake whisperer is such a rare existence, all conscious snakes in Slytherin are on Tom's side.From the first grade to the present, how Tom climbed from a Muggle orphanage to his current status step by step, how much effort he put in during the process, and how difficult the process was, they all knew.

"That's why you took the initiative to speak today." The second snake's voice was joking. "Do you dare to say that you don't like Harry Potter at all?"

The first snake choked, and finally said reluctantly: "That is impossible! Why would a Gryffindor be assigned to Slytherin, Gryffindor's broken hat is finally too old to see Don't you understand such an obvious fact?" By the end, its tone had become vicious.None of the snakes at Hogwarts took kindly to Godric Gryffindor, who disagreed with Salazar Slytherin and eventually caused him to leave the school.

Of course, Harry outside didn't know that the discussion of the two snakes inside him had been sublimated to verbal criticism of Gryffindor himself.He was looking for something in the collapsible medicine chest that Voldemort had given him, which contained almost everything, let alone a cure for such a common wound as his.It has to be said that Voldemort's potion making skills have been greatly improved in the later period, but it is also possible that Tom does not have so many rare raw materials for him to squander...

In the afternoon, everyone found out that the person Tom claimed "needed a period of bed rest to get better" appeared in the Transfiguration class.Harry's face was a little pale, but he seemed to be in good spirits.In fact, he was all well, but it was only a little pale on purpose so as not to expose Tom's lie about his illness.

Before class, Professor Dumbledore routinely rolls the roll.His blue eyes flickered as he clicked on Harry. "I heard from Professor Slughorn that you are ill?"

Their morning classes consisted of two Potions lessons.Harry glanced at Tom, then replied, "I feel much better now."

"Don't you need to go to the school hospital? From Professor Slughorn's tone, he is very worried about you." Dumbledore continued to ask, looking at Harry and Tom who were still sitting together.

"I'm fine, thank you, Professor," said Harry firmly.Professor Dumbledore's attitude seemed to suspect that he was injured by Tom.Although it was true, Harry thought he could handle it on his own (Hermione: You almost got strangled!).He was not ignorant of Voldemort's resistance to Dumbledore. If he really went to the school hospital as Dumbledore suggested, it would not do any good to improve their relationship.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were fixed on Harry from above his half-moon glasses.He didn't say anything more, and continued to roll the roll.

The course went very well, and Harry had already learned the Vanishing Curse.And the same type of summoning spell that was a little more difficult, Harry could also use it with ease.But it seemed that he and Tom were the only ones in the class who managed to do this, and everyone else had to go back and practice overnight, and then continue to try these two skills in the next day's class.And since Harry followed Voldemort for tutoring, the school's courses have always been very easy.

After class, Professor Dumbledore left Harry behind.Seeing that Tom completely ignored him before going out, Harry really hoped that Dumbledore hadn't suggested that he go to the school hospital again.

"Harry, may I call you that?" Dumbledore stepped off the podium, his long auburn beard hanging below the table.

"Of course, Professor." Harry looked at him, and Dumbledore seemed a little taller when he was younger than later.

"I suppose you're guessing what I'm keeping you for, after all you've been doing really well in class, haven't you?" said Dumbledore gently.But he wasn't asking for Harry's opinion, because he went on to say: "We all know that your level is more than that, and it can even be said to be far beyond... Then why did you go to such lengths to enter Hogger?" What about Watts? Even if you haven't learned anything useful in school?"

Harry suddenly thought that his forged file had been discovered by Dumbledore. "I have my reasons, sir," he answered vaguely.Harry didn't want to deceive Dumbledore, the elder he had always respected.

"Can't tell?" Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully.

Harry shook his head.

"Is it related to Tom Riddle?" Dumbledore continued to ask, seemingly a little helpless.

Harry nodded, then shook his head again.It's about him, but it's also about me.

"You're trying to solve some difficult problems... You know, some things are easier to talk about than to do alone." Dumbledore looked at Harry encouragingly.

"No, I guess I'll have to do it alone." Dumbledore was probably afraid he'd be at a disadvantage in dealing with Tom, but Harry couldn't and didn't want his help.Like Dumbledore, just being on guard and on the alert won't solve the problem.Moreover, Dumbledore should be busy with the affairs of the German Dark Lord Grindelwald now, and he can't spare any attention to take care of Tom, who has not yet become the Dark Lord.

That's what Harry thought, and he asked, "How's Grindelwald, Professor?" It must not be a good feeling to watch two Dark Lords rise one after another but cannot be stopped, right?Especially the former one has a very unusual relationship with him...

Dumbledore was clearly taken aback. "Harry, you..."

"That's it, then, we all have our own things to do." Harry stood up, not really planning to have a long chat with Dumbledore about the Dark Lord. "I'll go first, Professor." The relationship between him and Tom had just improved a little bit, but this conversation should not give up all previous efforts.

Dumbledore watched Harry leave.After a long time, he sighed.

Harry walked out the classroom door.As a matter of course, the other students had long since disappeared.But Tom's words, except for class, eating and sleeping, go to the library at other times, you must find out.Harry lifted his schoolbag over his shoulder, walked down a long corridor, and down the stairs.Just as he turned a corner, Hengjili suddenly stretched out a pair of hands, covered his mouth, and dragged him into the darkness.