[HP] The Elegance of the Night

It all happened six years ago. In fairy tales, solar eclipses are always accompanied by strange things. Adults usually scoff at them, but there was indeed a voice that suddenly appeared in my mind that day.

The voice sounded feeble, speaking in fits and starts, and he said his memory was muddled and then faded away.It didn't show up again for the next few months, so I thought it was a dream...

When he reappeared, he said his name was Tom, and he was the same person as me. I understood what he meant. Strange things would always happen around me. I knew I was different from others, so my aunt’s family didn’t like me. , I can only sleep in the cupboard.

His presence made my life calmer, and there were fewer and fewer strange things. Every time I couldn't control the impulse, there was always a hot current absorbed along the scar on my head.Tom appeared more and more, which scared me.

Tom said it was the magic power of my runaway, and if I didn't control it well, accidents would easily happen.He won't hurt me, and he'll disappear if something happens to me.I thought this was a reasonable explanation, so I believed him for now.

He didn't lie, he never hurt me for 6 years, instead he taught me how to control that power like a teacher, and taught me to chant spells, like a wizard in a fairy tale.

But he appeared too few times, and I always practiced what he taught me over and over again, waiting for his next appearance.

He is very weak and supported by my magic power. I told him that he could absorb a little more, and I didn't mind, but he always said that I was too young, which would not be good for my future growth. At that moment, I thought I really believed him.

6 years later when I was 11, a giant called Hagrid said I was a wizard and brought me into a wonderful world.When they saw me, they greeted me kindly and shook hands. They called me the savior.I think this is my world. They call people outside Muggles, what a suitable term for my aunt's family.

I asked Tom quietly in my head, you are a wizard, right?He was silent for a while and said he didn't remember...

I'll help you get your memory back, I said.

This is not consolation but my promise.

In Mrs. Malkin's shop I met a handsome boy who was noble and haughty and said things I didn't understand.I can see that he wants to be friends with me, but I hate him.

There is a girl outside the window who has been looking at me enthusiastically. This feeling of being valued is wonderful.

The next day I went to Diagon Alley again and bought some materials for practicing potions. The act of cooking strange things in a cauldron made me feel more like a wizard.

I bought a lot of books in Lihen Bookstore, "Quidditch Tracing", "A History of Hogwarts School", "Evaluation of European Magic Education", "Great Wizards of the [-]th Century", "Contemporary List of Famous Magicians" , "Abilities You Don't Know You Have, and How to Use Them Once You Know", "The Theory of Defense Against Magic", "Born Noble: The Family Tree of Wizards", I need to understand the world.

The store manager looked at me in amazement when I was using the shrinking spell, reminding me that I was using wandless magic. This is a bad habit that needs attention. Fortunately, I kept my hat down to hide myself.

After reading the book, I realized that I am more famous than I imagined. I don’t understand why I am living the life I am now. In "Born Noble: The Family Tree of Wizards", the Potter family is a rich and big family, but I am the only one left. Alone, someone else holds the keys to Gringotts, and if I hadn't read this book, I'd probably be pretty happy with the amount of wealth I hold.

It occurred to me that he said "We're going to take some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault," not from the Potters.

Tom said you have to be careful. Although Hagrid who came to pick you up was very enthusiastic, he didn't explain anything that should be introduced. Such a careless person is not a qualified guide, I think so.

The third time I went to Diagon Alley, I said to the goblin that I wanted to withdraw some money from the Potter's vault, but this time the goblin didn't ask me for the key.It said: Mr. Harry Potter, yes.

In "Born Noble: The Family Tree of Wizards", the way to open the vault of a great aristocratic family is blood...

Harry, which house will you go to?

Tom asked me this when I was reading "A Piece of Hogwarts History".

Gryffindor, I answered without hesitation.The current Headmaster is a Gryffindor, and the Potter family has been there for several generations, and I am no exception.

The more I know about the wizarding world, the less I understand Tom. I think he must be a great wizard.He rarely comes out recently, always thinking, maybe his memory is slowly coming back, which is a good thing.

I met that beautiful boy again on the train to Hogwarts. He knew that I was the savior, but he was still so arrogant. I don’t like this kind of pride in his bones. He looked at me for the weak, and he wanted to protect me.

I prefer Gryffindor's little lion cubs, who have nothing but admiration in their eyes, than being under the wing as a weakling.

The sorting hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin, how could this be possible, I insisted on going to Gryffindor.Sure enough, Dumbledore looked at me with friendly eyes, and I looked at him, excited like a child who has found his relatives...

Malfoy was always on the wrong side of me. He laughed at me on the stairs on the first day of school, and the little snakes followed suit.

Only Black next to him, his expression is gentle and inclusive.His indifferent eyes told me that all living beings are equal except those who stand on the same level as him.

I don't like this kind of equality, and one day I'll make him look me in the eye.

The greasy professor in the Potions class looked at me with nostalgia, but more disgust. I saw him look at Ellie differently. Ellie has the same hair color and eyes as my mother.

I purposely answered two of the questions he asked me wrong, Ron would be surprised if I knew it, I never previewed my textbooks when I was with him.

I got the third question right, because the professor's gloomy face made me feel dangerous.Afterwards, Ron asked me why I knew that question, and I said I was blind.After that, I started to have the habit of previewing my homework.

Malfoy picked me up again on the day of flying lessons, bullying Neville in front of me at breakfast, that's absolutely not allowed.

Neville broke his wrist that afternoon, and Malfoy came to pick up the memory ball. I've seen this thing before. Don't worry about it. Does he want to reach out to Gryffindor when he's the head of the first year of Slytherin? ?This is my territory and I will never let him succeed.

"Bring it here, Malfoy." I knew my tone must be bad, he bit his lip stubbornly when he saw my angry eyes.

Is he still begging for my friendship now?

I won't give it to him. When he looks at me, he only has sympathy for the weak.

I don't need sympathy, one day I will reach the heights they can only look up to.