HV through 70 years

Fern described to them details only the killer knew, and said he was proud to have killed the Muggles, saying he had been waiting for this opportunity for years.

Harry looked him in the eye.He didn't know if all this Morfin said was planted by someone.Tom was the smartest man he had ever met, and if he wanted to modify someone's memory, it was a breeze.However, if you look carefully, you can still find traces.He looked around, and there were only Dumbledore and the presiding witch here. He walked over quietly, and quietly extracted Morfin's memory.There are small traces of modification on the golden line, but if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.If Morfin's memory had been modified, Harry only wanted one possibility, and that was... his worst fears still happened.

☆、Did I do something wrong? .

"Professor Riddle, what's the matter?" Dumbledore walked up to him and asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong? I also think it's inappropriate to close this case like this..."

"How could it be!" Harry said without hesitation, "This man is obviously a murderer! Didn't he admit it?! I think you think too much. It's definitely him. What is the conclusion of the Ministry of Magic? You might be wrong! Professor Dumbledore, you think too much..."

In fact, he himself didn't know what he was talking about.He just hid the hand holding Morfin's memory in his sleeve in a hurry when Dumbledore called him, and then said so many incoherent words to dispel Dumbledore's suspicion.He didn't want his Tom to spend his whole life in the dark Azkaban.Tom should have the brightest future in the world.

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded suspiciously: "Now that the case is over, let's go."

"You go first." After the two of them walked out of the gate of the Ministry of Magic, Harry forced a smile and said to Dumbledore: "I have some things I want to go back to London first, and I will definitely arrive before class tomorrow. "

A man hurried back to his home in London, because there had been no owner for several months, the house was a bit messy, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the table.He didn't care to clean up, so he fell directly on the bed.He looked at Morfin's memory, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Is Tom in it really the man he knew who acted like a baby to him and called him brother?All the terrifying impressions of the word 'Voldemort' before have been slowly replaced by Tom's smile during these years of getting along, but now...

Morfin's memory of the Gaunt's house was unspeakably filthy, as filthy as any Harry had ever seen when he came with Dumbledore.There are thick cobwebs on the ceiling, the ground is dark, and there are moldy food and a pile of rusty pots on the table.The only light came from a faltering candle at a man's feet.The man's hair and beard had grown to cover his eyes and mouth.As if there was no breath of life.Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door, which shook the man and woke him up. He raised his wand in his right hand and a short knife in his left.

The door creaked open, and a boy stood at the door, holding an old-fashioned oil lamp.Harry recognized it immediately: tall, dark-haired, pale, handsome--the very Tom Riddle he had hoped never to appear.

Tom's eyes moved slowly through the dirty room, and found the man in the armchair.They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Morfin stood up staggeringly, many wine bottles at his feet were rattling and rolling.

"You!" he roared, "You!"

He fell drunkenly on Riddle, wand and knife aloft.

"stop!"

Riddle spoke in Parseltongue.Morfin couldn't stop and bumped into the table, and the moldy and rusty pot fell to the ground.He glared at Riddle, and they looked at each other for a long time before Morfin broke the silence first.

"You can say that kind of thing?"

"Yes, I will." Riddle walked into the room, and the door closed behind him.Disgust was evident on his face.

Morfin brushed the hair off his dirty face to get a better look at Riddle.Harry saw that Marvolo's black stone ring was on his right hand.

"I thought you were that Muggle," whispered Morfin. "You look exactly like that Muggle."

"Which Muggle?" Riddle snapped.

"The Muggle my sister was infatuated with, the Muggle who lived in the big house across the way," said Morfin, spitting unexpectedly on the ground between them. "You look just like him. Riddle .But he's old now, isn't he? He's older than you, I remember..."

Morfin seemed a little dizzy. He swayed a bit, but threw himself against the edge of the table.

"He's back, you know." He added stupidly.

Riddle stared at Morfin, as if assessing his potential.Now he came closer and said, "Riddle is back?"

"Ah, he abandoned my sister, and my sister deserved it, marrying trash!" Morfin slammed on the ground again, "and robbed us before she ran away! And the locket, huh, Slytherin Where is your locket?"

Riddle didn't speak.Morfin became angry again, brandishing his dagger and shouting, "Shame on us, she, that little bastard! Who are you? Come here to ask these questions? It's over, isn't it... It's over... …Are you their child?! Are you?! You look so much like that Muggle, you must be!"

"Shut up!" Riddle's voice was full of hatred: "I am not the child of two people! I am pure blood!"

"Pure blood?" Mofen laughed as if he had heard some joke: "If it wasn't for my sister's obsession, you might really become a mixed blood now..."

Riddle's face became even uglier.He held his right hand fiercely, trying his best to suppress his anger.However, he suddenly smiled shallowly, with his thin lips raised slightly, with an indescribable charm: "Tom Riddle is no longer in this world. No one will know whose child I am anymore. "

"Now, dear 'uncle'," he emphasized the word "uncle", "shouldn't you also do something for my nephew?"

Harry still doesn't know how he got through this.He covered his face feebly, he didn't know what he had neglected to cause the current consequences.He thought he took good care of Tom, created the conditions for him to interact with others, gave him the care and love of his elders, and let him do what he liked... Is he doing something wrong?Why is the result still unchanged? !Could it be... no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reverse the original ending...

He didn't know if it was right for him to cover Riddle like this.He didn't know what kind of face he should use to face him in the future.He is so tired.

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"Professor Dumbledore, what did you say?" McGonagall repeated the other side's words in disbelief: "Professor Riddle has gone home?"

"Yeah." Dumbledore said with some concern: "I don't know what it is, but his face doesn't seem to be a good thing. We were going to the Ministry of Magic to participate in a trial together, but I don't know what happened He just... probably felt that the result was a bit cruel."

"Yeah." McGonagall nodded: "Professor Riddle is such a gentle person, he will definitely feel uncomfortable facing such a cruel thing."

"I don't know when the professor will come back?" McGonagall said, "We still have his class the day after tomorrow."

"He said he would be back before class." Dumbledore replied, "He shouldn't delay class. Don't worry."

"Didn't you say that brother will come tonight?" Tom found Danny in the chaotic atmosphere and asked him, "Why haven't we seen anyone until now?"

"How do I know." Danny spread his hands and said helplessly, "Obviously we agreed with him, and the professor also agreed at the time... Who knew it would be like this!"

"Brother is not someone who will break appointments casually." Tom loosened Danny's clothes: "Probably because of what happened...but what happened to make my brother break appointments with you..."

"Don't worry, it's fine." McGonagall came over at some point: "Professor Dumbledore just called, and he said that Professor Riddle asked him to tell me for him that he won't be able to come tonight."

"What?!" Tom opened his eyes suddenly: "You said... what?"

"I said," McGonagall was a little puzzled by Tom's reaction: "Professor Riddle said that he couldn't come because of something at home, and then asked Professor Dumbledore to tell me."

Something happened at home...Why didn't you tell him what happened at home?What happened?Is it... He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

☆, This shouldn't be considered abuse, right? ?

"Good afternoon, everyone." On the second afternoon, Harry appeared in a hurry after about ten minutes of class. Many students thought he would not come and planned to leave, but they were all blocked by him at the stairs. He walked back obediently.

"I'm sorry." He took a breath, calmed down his emotions, and then picked up the textbook and began to lecture: "Today we are going to learn how to deal with the poisonous Mandrake weed. Please turn to page 70 of the textbook and get ready for today's lecture. All the tools you need to experiment."

"Professor, why are you late today?" A girl raised her hand and asked, "Did you get blocked on the road because of the Christmas ball?"

Her words caused the whole class to roar with laughter.Harry shook his head: "Miss Ravens, please focus on the experiment we are doing now, I repeat, what we are going to do today is the treatment of Mandela poisonous weed, Mandela is It is a very dangerous plant, please take it seriously."

"Professor, you were not like this before." Ravens curled his lips: "You said you wanted to be our friend, why can't you even answer this kind of question now?"

"That's what I said before." Harry took a deep breath: "Now I say, please focus all your attention on the experiment in front of you, the Christmas ball is next week, please don't just do it this week Excited, if someone does not perform well in my class, I wonder if Professor Dumbledore has told you that I also have the right to disqualify you from attending the Christmas party."

"Do you think today's professor is very strange?" Danny whispered to McGonagall while making himself look like he was doing the experiment seriously: "There is a big difference between peace and normal times. Did it happen? What's the matter?"

"He didn't come when I invited him last time." McGonagall frowned and dealt with the plant in his hand: "Professor Dumbledore said that something happened at Professor Riddle's house, probably something happened to his relatives or friends. Help me Take a look at this, what's going on, why can't I cut it into pieces?"

"Oh, it's because you didn't soak the blade with mercury first." Danny carefully helped Mag cut Cayman's poisonous weed: "And Tom, look at him, he seems to be more depressed than before. We painstakingly organized The party at the party doesn't seem to have any effect on him. Alas..."

"Speaking of Tom," McGonagall glanced in Tom's direction: "His relationship with Allen seems to be very strange recently. What's going on recently, everyone is like this."

"Are we two okay?" Danny said, "I think the two of us are probably the most normal people now. Tom is also, I always feel that he is thinking a lot about everything now, and he is very tired."

"That's his maturity." McGonagall glanced at him: "Does everyone have to be as heartless as you? Sigh... You should learn from others, obviously from the same academy, How come the gap is so big!"

"Student Ives." Harry called Alan's last name without emotion: "May I ask what you did? Did the book ask you to chop the poisonous Mandrake into powder? What are you thinking? ! Ten points from Slytherin!"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Although Alan's apology was cold, he was very polite: "I will do it again."

"And you, Riddle." Harry turned to Tom, who had been staring at him since the beginning of class: "I hope you can do a good job and stop sitting like this."

"...Yes." Tom replied, this was the first time Harry criticized him in class, and he didn't believe it was because of some experiment.

"Can I talk to you after class, Professor?" he asked quietly as Harry walked past him.

"Okay." Harry nodded expressionlessly, and then focused on the experiment of the student next to Tom: "Mr. Niceri, what are you doing? Can you read the book for me first?" Do you want to do the experiment after the above request?"

Potions class ended quickly, and for the first time, Harry walked faster than the students, and he even used Apparition to leave the classroom directly.He has another senior class to attend.Plus he still doesn't know exactly how to get along with Tom.Tom did such a thing, which broke the expectations in his heart. Although he helped him cover up the past, but... just like the white paper that has been drawn by a pencil, no matter how clean it is with an eraser, those marks will never exist. It cannot be removed.

"Tom, wait for me." Allen stopped Tom who was about to rush out after class: "I have something to tell you."

"Get out of the way." Tom walked forward with a cold face and head down, as if he didn't even want to look at him: "We have nothing to talk about."

"Are you sure?" Allen sneered: "Yesterday, Morfin Gaunt's sentence came down, and he will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, but you don't want to know who was there when he was interrogated." Are you there?"

Tom stopped.He raised his head and looked at Allen with his black eyes. Although he didn't speak, the meaning was obvious. He was waiting for Allen's next words.

Seeing that his words attracted the attention of the other party, Allen stretched out his slender fingers and pressed the bangs that almost covered his eyes: "Constance Ives, a staff member of the Magical Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, was present yesterday. , Albus Dumbledore, an advisor to the Ministry of Magic, and one more,"

"Although I know who he is, I won't tell you." Allen said word by word, with a particularly obtrusive smile on his face.He hated the man as much as he liked Tom.No, it should be hating that person.Tom had eyes only for him and for no one else, no matter how kind they were to him.He was so unwilling.How could that person enjoy all this with peace of mind? !He had meant to tell him that Tom's brother had been there yesterday, but he changed his mind now.

"..." Tom gave him a sharp look.For the 'uncle' whom he met for the first time a few days ago, he didn't have any good feelings, and he didn't care much about his ending.

The slightly long hair covered Alan's expression, so Tom didn't see Alan's extremely ugly smiling face.No one wants to be hated by the person he likes, he just...doesn't know how to make the other person look at him.No one taught him how to treat others well since he was a child, that's all he could do.

It was the first time Harry had ever been so absent-minded in class.Although he has been talking non-stop, but the brain is not on this at all.Tom, how should he tell Tom, what should he look like, be serious?How to punish him?In the end... how to educate him so that he can know what he did wrong?

☆. The cold war I have been looking forward to for a long time has begun~~~

?The time of these two classes passed quickly, and the get out of class was over before I knew it.Harry slowly followed the crowd towards his office.Tom... what the hell is he going to do...

Soon after reaching his room, he opened the door and walked in.Tom was sitting on the sofa reading a book, his legs dangling slightly together, showing an uneasy mood.Seeing Harry, he smiled and called him as usual: “Brother!”

But Harry didn't respond.He stood up and walked towards Harry: "Brother, what's the matter?"

"..." Harry still didn't answer him, just went about his business as if he couldn't see him, Tom panicked.In his memory, his brother had never treated him like this before, and he tugged at the hem of Harry's clothes, trying to make Harry look at him.

"I just want to ask you one thing." Harry looked up at him after a long time: "What did you do during the weekend?"

"What two days?" Tom heard Harry's flustered even more over the weekend. He was so nervous that he couldn't even make up a reasonable excuse. Are you talking about the weekend of last week? I’m really sorry, I originally made an appointment with my brother to buy a dress for the Christmas ball, but... brother, I will never miss the appointment again, I can just figure out the dress myself, really Yes, you don’t need to bother my brother to go with me... In fact, there is nothing wrong..."

"Are... are you sure you want to do this?" Harry said coldly: "Continue to say these meaningless words? Don't you know what I want to ask?"

"What?" Tom grabbed Harry's skirt: "I didn't..."

"Nothing?!" Harry couldn't help raising his voice: "Do you think you did it very carefully? No one will know except you?!"

"What? Brother, what are you talking about?" The hand holding the corner of the other party's clothes trembled violently: "Brother, what do you... know..."

"Let me ask you one last time, what the hell did you do last weekend?"

"I went to the woods behind the school... to practice flying..."

"enough!"

Harry interrupted Tom, and he sat down on the chair in vain, holding his head with his left hand as if he was tired: "I don't want to hear you say this anymore."

"Brother..." Tom suddenly became frightened: "You...do you...know..."

"What do I know?" Harry sneered, "I know that you are exceptionally good at Avada Kedavra, that you are so powerful that you can hide the truth from the Ministry of Magic, that... you even killed yourself. Father can't even bat an eye..."

These words struck Tom like a thunderbolt from the blue, and his eyes went black.He couldn't even stand upright, and had to shift all his weight onto the table beside him to keep from falling over.Brother knows.Brother knows.Brother, I got it!

"How could it be..." Tom asked with trembling lips, "How could brother..."

"If I don't know, are you going to keep it from me?!" If he didn't come from 70 years later, if Professor Dumbledore hadn't told him before, he would be completely kept in the dark by Tom at this moment up.

"Didn't my brother lie to me?" Tom breathed heavily as if he was about to suffocate, and said with difficulty: "Didn't my brother tell me that my father... loved me very much? No... that he was also a wizard." Is it..."

"But is it right for you to do this?" Harry looked at his uncomfortable look, and made up his mind not to touch him: "Did you...have you taken what I told you to heart?"

"It's not like this..." Tom tried to explain something: "Brother, it's not like this..."

But Harry didn't answer any more of his words.Tom went out in despair.

The winter sunlight fell on him through the branches, but it didn't make him feel warm at all. The chill that came from the bottom of his heart tore him bluntly as if it wanted to tear his whole body apart.what to do.Will my brother never talk to him again?What is he going to do...

☆、What did he do wrong?He...did nothing wrong. .

?Christmas is coming.The whole of Hogwarts was immersed in the joy of the festival, and everyone was talking about this year's ball and the arrangements after Christmas.Even the classroom is very chaotic, basically no one is still paying attention to study.

"Meg, are you still going home this Christmas?" Danny Gale hugged Mag's shoulder suddenly from behind: "Don't go back, right? You can come back in a few days~~~"

Minerva McGonagall, who was frightened by Danny's sudden movement, patted Danny's hand on her shoulder fiercely: "What are you doing, you are scary."

"I was wrong!" Seeing Mag's bad face, Danny hurriedly apologized: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never scare you like this again..."

"Forget it!" Mag looked to see if there was anything missing in the homework in his hand: "There is still a distance before Christmas, can you stop being so excited?! Besides, you have written so many of our homework Is it over? These are all due before Christmas."

"Don't keep mentioning homework..." Danny flipped through McGonagall's homework: "You're doing too well?! And this, when will we assign homework in the divination class? You still have to write ten inches! God!"

"Let you sleep in divination class!" Mag smiled and hit Danny's head with the book in his hand: "Do you dare to sleep like no one else in the future?!"

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Having finished his day's class, Harry dragged his heavy body back to his office.He only slept for a short time last night, and he had a very uncomfortable day today. He seemed to be able to fall asleep by closing his eyes, but he had a full day of classes today.After finally getting out of class, he could finally take a rest.

Because it is already evening, the corridor is a bit dark and quiet, and no other sounds can be heard.Turning the corner, he saw a person sitting in front of his door at a glance.He approached gently, it was Tom.He fell asleep leaning his head against the door of his room, his long and slender arms hanging limply on the ground, and his whole body shrunk slightly as if because of the cold.Harry squatted down, looking at him with some distress.The distance between the two of them was very close, and he could clearly see Tom's delicate, slightly childish face.At this moment, the other party's breathing was a little short, the rosy lips were slightly upturned, and the facial features were as perfect as a masterpiece carefully carved by God. Although his eyes were closed at this time, Harry could imagine what it would be like when the eyes were opened. Blooming brilliance.It turned out that before he knew it, Tom was no longer the child who needed someone to hug him to sleep.He has grown up.Big enough to do that by himself.

Remembering that incident, Harry forced himself to face Tom hard, he couldn't just forgive him like this, he did such a thing, he couldn't just forgive him so easily, no!

Startled by his movement, Tom called Harry before he even opened his eyes: "Brother!"

But Harry didn't respond to him.He didn't even look at Tom, he just opened the door and walked in.Tom wanted to stand up and chase him, but his legs, which had not moved for a long time, could not move at all, and he could only watch in vain as Harry closed the door in front of him.

"Brother..." Tom called Harry softly through the door: "Brother...Brother...I'm sorry...Brother...I'm sorry...Brother...Brother..."

Tom doesn't know now that he won't regret it after all.He was so afraid that his brother would be indifferent to him, yet he chose to do the thing that the other party hated the most.only……

"Brother..." He struggled to stand up: "Brother, how could you not even give me a chance to explain..."

Harry didn't do anything in the room, he just sat quietly at the door of the room and listened to Tom's words.He heard every word of his very clearly.

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"Why did you come back so late?" Tom opened the door and came in after ten o'clock in the evening. Allen, who had been waiting for him, walked over to hold his hand and asked, "The library has been closed for a long time at this time. What are you doing?" ..."

"Why are your hands so cold!" Alan yelled uncontrollably the moment he touched the opponent's hand. Tom's hand was as cold as ice, and he held his hand to warm himself. Pass it to him: "What's going on here?"

"Release." He withdrew his hand without expression: "Don't meddle in your own business."

"Meddle in your own business?" Allen laughed angrily, "Then do you know that your business is the most important thing to me!"

"..." Without answering the other party, Tom pulled off the quilt and lay down on the bed without even changing his pajamas.He had been waiting in front of his brother's room until this time, but his brother didn't even look at him.He just got rid of a lie of his brother, and his brother was so angry.Although that person is his 'father', it doesn't matter if he has that kind of father or not.

There is no temperature on my body.As if even his body was cold, he huddled tightly together.What did he do wrong.He did nothing wrong.

☆、Brother, I'm sorry. .

?Although Tom returned to Harry's office every day to wait for him to try to explain himself, but Harry never said a word.He didn't even look him in the eye, treating him like air.Tom felt like he was going to be driven mad by the silent confrontation.He even wanted to grab Harry by the collar and ask him why he was so angry, why he ignored him like this, why... tortured him like this.

"Tomorrow is the Christmas ball, how are you preparing?" During the Transfiguration class, Danny quietly approached Mag and said to her, "Do you have the confidence to keep me from moving my eyes?"

"Why should I make you unable to move your eyes?" Mag's face blushed: "You are nothing to me..."

"Not what?" Danny grabbed Mag's hand anxiously: "I don't care, you must belong to me tomorrow!"

"Okay, you." Mag smiled softly: "Can't you be more mature? Besides, we are still in class now! Look at how serious Tom is."

"Seriously?" Danny glanced at his mouth: "You mean he spread the Potions textbook on the table during Transfiguration class? He was really serious, hehe."

"What's the matter with him." McGonagall frowned: "Why is it so strange recently? And, have you noticed that Professor Riddle seems to have a bad temper recently."

"Did the two of them have a conflict?" Danny said inadvertently, "I seemed to see Riddle sitting in front of Professor Riddle's door a few days ago, with a strange expression on his face."

"Really?" Mag's voice couldn't help rising, interrupting Professor Dumbledore's lecture. The other party was not angry, but smiled at Mag, who was blushing: "Isn't Miss McGonagall?" Can't wait for tomorrow's Christmas party? Then please wait until our class is over today, okay?"

"Professor, I'm sorry." McGonagall replied in a low voice with a blushing face, "It won't happen again."

After class, McGonagall and Danny blocked Tom together: "Do you have time? We want to talk to you."

"No..." Tom, who instinctively wanted to refuse, paused for a moment: "Okay."

They should know why brother is angry, right?What was wrong with what they did, they...should know.Why is my brother so angry...

"How are you and Professor Riddle?" The most nervous Danny asked directly after they sat down, and McGonagall, who was sitting on the side with him, stomped on the bottom angrily. his feet, and said to Tom, laughing at the same time: "He means to say..."

"I want to ask you a question." Not paying attention to the interaction between the two of them, Tom thought about how to ask his own question: "You... If a person kills a person he hates very much, then ..."

"What did you say?! Kill people!" Danny called out first: "How can you kill people!"

"It's... a very annoying person." Tom propped his head on his left hand, looking casual, but his eyes were closely watching the reactions of the two people in front of him: "And... the appearance of this person is possible It will break your original life and make the person you love the most leave you..."

"In any case, killing people is not the best solution." McGonagall frowned: "In the Muggle world, if you kill people, you will pay for your life. What's more, the other party is just personally hated, not really committed the unforgivable sin."

"Isn't it a good reason to destroy your life?" Tom continued: "Plus this person is a complete stranger to you..."

"But at least you have to respect other people's lives!" Mag interrupted Tom: "In short, killing people is too much, and it is completely unforgivable!"

unforgivable? !Hearing this sentence, Tom opened his eyes suddenly: "Why can't you forgive?"

"No matter what mistakes others have made, it is definitely a wrong thing to end their lives so easily. In addition, from what you said, I seem to be completely unaware of what I did wrong. This requires re-education. Ah!" Mag said a little excitedly, and at the same time took Tom's hand forcefully: "Quickly tell me how did you know about this, my sister plans to have an ideological exchange with this person, and educate and influence this completely A guy who doesn't know how to respect other people's lives!"

Tom froze completely from McGonagall's fright.This was the first time he saw such an angry Mag, and he didn't know how to react, so the dumb Ren Mag held his hand and didn't move.It took Danny a while to react, and he grabbed Mag and pulled her back to his position.

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After separating from McGonagall and the others, Tom went to the woods behind the school alone.He now knew that the method he used was wrong.He lived in an orphanage until he was ten years old. The education he received was that if there is something he wants, he must get it no matter what method is used. If someone wants to destroy his present, he must make the other party disappear from this world. ...It's just that he seems to have forgotten that he has been out of the orphanage for five years.He is no longer the kid who has to rely on himself for everything.He was taken out there by his brother, so naturally...he had to follow his brother's ideas.My brother doesn't like him killing people, so he...he just won't do it again.

"You are here." Allen gasped and stopped him from behind: "I have been looking for you."

"If someone wanted to destroy everything you have now," Tom said blankly, "what would you do?"

"Of course, get rid of him before he makes a move." Allen said without hesitation, "I will never allow others to destroy my things."

"The two of us...are the same kind of people." Tom laughed in front of Allen for the first time: "But, have you ever thought about whether you are doing the right thing?"

"What's wrong with you today?" Allen looked at him with some doubts: "Why...you suddenly doubted what you did?"

"Nothing." Tom shook his head: "Let's go."

He had already figured out how to get Harry's forgiveness, with the help of McGonagall and Danny.Although Harry was angry, he knew he was just trying to make himself aware of what he had done wrong.From now on, he will never act so rashly again.Never again, do anything to make my brother angry.Brother, I'm sorry.This time it was sincere.

☆, don’t give up on the text~~~

? St.