[HP] 47 Days Transformation

It's a secret, but the boy's enthusiasm for Horcruxes and power surpasses everything else.But the effect of Felicia Elixir drove his thinking, replacing the word he spit out with another, making everything develop in the most ideal direction.

"That's what you're asking?" Slughorn blinked in surprise. What Harry didn't want Tom to know, was this?

The keen and perceptive boy caught the expression on Slughorn's face at once.

"I suspect Harry has used the anti-aging potion," said Tom.

Oh, no wonder he didn't want Tom to know.Slughorn understood.The average woman is not happy to be known by others that she is using hair removal cream.

"Sorry, I just promised Harry I couldn't explain it to you yesterday."

Harry?The teenager has been extremely sensitive to this name since he was conscious.From Mr. Potter before the age of five to Harry after the age of five, he has drawn the curved arc of each letter hundreds and thousands of times in a second in his heart.Tom raised his eyes, suppressed the yelling sharpness in his eyes, and asked the smiling little old man with his eyes.

"He came to me yesterday and explained that I couldn't answer some of your questions that were beyond the scope of the textbook...I didn't expect this." Slughorn pulled his beard with amusement.

These words sounded like thunder to Tom, even the sense of confidence brought by the Felicity Elixir disappeared completely, his body seemed to leave the land and was falling rapidly, and the empty sense of weightlessness swept over every corner of his mind.

What is the problem beyond the teaching material?

A conjecture that he thought was impossible suddenly appeared in his mind-Harry knew he was trying to make a Horcrux?

Tom pursed his lips.

no, I can not.The boy fixed his eyes on the hourglass beside him, following the sand grains seeping down from the narrow passage.Dark clouds had already begun to accumulate in the depths of the pupils, compressed to the extreme, and the suppressed thunder in the darkness could be seen.

Harry could know that Tom Riddle was a sinister, selfish conspirator, and that he had Slytherin blood in his veins, but he could never know that Horcruxes existed!

He didn't think Horcruxes were evil, but he knew how evil Horcruxes were to Harry, who was transparent and free of impurities.What would his reaction be if he found out?Abandoned, left, disappointed or disgusted?

But at least Harry didn't have the above emotions, does it mean... There is still room for buffering?

There must be, and there must be! The teenager gritted his teeth fiercely, and the masseter muscles on his cheeks were faintly raised.

I don't know if you have ever heard of the fairy tale "Bluebeard".Just because his wife knew Bluebeard's most despicable secret, he approached him fiercely with an ax step by step.You may ask, does he hate his wife?No, he just cared about her so much that he was afraid that she would hate him and leave him.That's why he carefully concealed the secret, humbly buried the secret key in all his possessions, handed it to his wife without missing a single bit, and distorted it in an almost desperate way after being exposed. way, to leave her in person.

All kinds of thoughts turn thousands of times, but it is just a moment in the blink of an eye.

"Tom, do you have any questions?"

"Hmm." Tom immediately put away all the extra emotions, and raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, "There is also a concept that is quite vague."

"Huh?" The old man signaled him to continue.

Tom paused for a moment, feeling the repressed sense of self-confidence rising again, and unconsciously squinted his eyes: "I saw a word in the library yesterday... I don't understand it very well, it made me very curious."

"From my understanding, it seems to be called... Horcrux."

The professor never imagined the greedy and ugly eyes glaring under the docile skin of this student, let alone that he would use such dark things in reality.It's like a chemistry teacher wouldn't refuse to tell a student j□j because the teacher never expected him to be a terrorist.

"..."

"Thank you, Professor, this is just an academic discussion, isn't it?" The satiated poisonous snake spit out its core, coiled its tail and disguised itself as a simple and honest tortoise, "Only you can answer me like this. You know , other teachers... will doubt me."

The fate chart hides behind the scenes that time cannot touch, and uses the puppet line as a traction to manipulate the development of the entire situation.Fate cannot be changed, history has been written, and what can be erased are insignificant details.

This is a game of destiny, and the outcome has already been determined from the very beginning.

Going round and round, the ending is still the same, and it is still the one that the ignorant space-time jumper least wants to see.

The author has something to say: It’s tiring to write code words when I come back from the late repair... There is one more chapter, I don’t know if I can finish writing ORZ by tomorrow...

☆, September 1942, 9

Let's not talk about how the relationship between Tom and Harry evolves to be complicated. The eyes of the Hogwarts students have been completely attracted by the Goblet of Fire. The rising and turning green flames made everyone hold their breath.

After two weeks of waiting, the list of Warriors is about to be revealed.Everyone was sitting in the great hall of Hogwarts.

Together with Alves, Harry was sitting in the foreign seating by the window, within an arm's length of the Ravenclaw table.Jon is their chief, sitting with the principal and teachers.

Harry stared at the Goblet of Fire intently, he naturally knew what would happen next.Because sometime in the future, a piece of parchment with a faint spark will be ejected from the Goblet of Fire, and Professor Dumbledore's angry voice will resound throughout Hogwarts - "Harry Potter!"

"Mr. Potter, do you think I'm qualified to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" The Beauxbatons girl sitting with Ravenclaw turned her head and looked at Harry cautiously, her sparkling eyes seemed to be expecting something.

Harry just felt that the girl looked familiar, but he searched his memory, but he couldn't find anyone who matched the girl in front of him in his current memory.

Beauxbaton's people only knew Fu Rong, could it be that she was Fu Rong's grandma?Harry smiled, dismissing the possibility.

"We'll know when the Goblet of Fire reveals the list." Harry replied politely.

The Beauxbaton girl smiled, turned her head, and looked at the burning Goblet of Fire with high spirits, her eyes were full of charming confidence.

Harry didn't remember, but she did.

It was just a coincidence that she saw the kind of physical patron saint that she was still unable to display.It's not that she hasn't seen a physical Patronus, but that Patronus makes her feel extra comfortable.Out of curiosity, she followed the silver-white stag, watching it stroll leisurely, and just by following, she could feel the soothing power overflowing from the silver-white phantom.She was always thinking, how much magical power must a person possess to be able to cast such a powerful patron saint?

Then, she saw Harry.

Just like the meeting between the heroine and the hero in a romance novel, it has nothing to do with understanding, but a good impression.She thought, if she could stand with the patron saint without being obtrusive, how gentle would that person be?

The innocent girl thought to herself and was confident.

It's a pity that she is not the protagonist.

Tom moved his gaze to the Goblet of Fire calmly.From the darkened unhappiness in the boy's irises, one can deduce where his line of sight landed just now.

The Goblet of Fire quickly spit out the first parchment - "Drantham's warrior, Digor Charlov!"

Tom subconsciously glanced at the long Hufflepuff table where the men from Drantham were sitting.Of course, he wasn't looking at the silly, ecstatic expression of that Diggle guy, but another person, another face filled with resentment, jealousy, insidiousness, and resentment.

Nightmare feeds on beautiful dreams, and demons feed on beautiful lights.

For Tom, there is nothing more fascinating than watching others fall into the abyss step by step, because he is the master of this abyss.

The name of the hooked-nosed boy seems to be... Karkaroff?

Before everyone cheered, the Goblet of Fire quickly spit out a second piece of paper.Wearing reading glasses, the old headmaster announced in a confident tone: "The warrior of Beauxbatons, Meine Lance."

The girl who spoke to Harry immediately stood up from the long table in Ravenclaw, facing everyone's eyes of sighing, envy or jealousy, she was delighted but looked extraordinarily calm, as if she had expected this result.

Tom looked the girl up and down—tsk, nothing special.Tom chuckled softly.

There is no doubt that the warriors of the two schools were selected, and Hogwarts was no exception. The person who had the most hope of being a warrior lived up to expectations and left the hall under the eyes of everyone.

The warrior came from an academy rich in knights. Harry didn't know him, and he didn't even remember his name.Harry watched Minerva McGonagall's always tight lip line in the seventh grade rising due to excitement, watching Hagrid, who was already a big man in the second grade, dancing with excitement, and watching the desserts being tasted at a very fast speed on the seats Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

The roster of the Warriors was announced, and as the Warriors temporarily left the field, the j□j of the night gradually subsided.

Harry gestured to Alves to ask him if he would go back to the dormitory, but Alves, who was not full enough, shook his head resolutely, Harry shrugged, and got up to go back alone.

The long-awaited hunter chuckled and chose the trap early.

There are always all kinds of creatures around the prey he circles, and the creatures that can think and talk take up too much of his time, making the hunters jealous.It's all cleared up at worst, the hunter thought.

He could sense Harry's avoidance of him, and he wanted to resolve the rigid situation, but he was always surrounded by a bunch of indecipherable obstacles, and he just wanted to be alone with him.

"Harry." The hunter gently spread soft cotton on the bottom of the trap.

Seeing the tall and handsome young man suddenly appear at the corner of the corridor, Harry was stunned for a few seconds.

"Good evening...hope Harry you don't mind me calling you...Father." The Trapper put delicious cheese on the cotton wool.

Because of this sentence, all Harry's worries were defeated.

"I thought you were just..." Harry's eyes widened, and he pursed his lips hastily. After the simple excitement that day, he calmed down and thought carefully, thinking that it was just talking to him in front of his fellow Slytherins. The cover-up of his adoption status made him feel depressed for a while.

"Father." The child shouted, his eyes shining brightly, just like the other children he usually saw begging for rewards from his father.

Harry felt like he had been hit by a huge surprise.

He faced his child at a loss, wanted to reach out and rub his head, but suddenly found that he was already half a head taller than himself.

"I'm glad." That was all Harry could think of to say happily.

Tom showed a smile, with a deliberate soft expression with the clarity of a teenager, which made Harry, who was already shaken, confused again.

Even though the future Voldemort has not changed, he has watched the child grow up in front of him. Every aspect of the child in front of him is clean and innocent. Except for the history written by Juan, he has not found any evidence of the child's crimes from anywhere.The Hunters succeeded so perfectly and beyond planning, because Harry even began to doubt the correctness of history.

"Harry, um...I've changed to a new dormitory." Tom suddenly interrupted Harry's rising doubts, and his swarthy eyes were fixed on Harry.

Um?Harry was puzzled.This child... what do you want to say?

"The prefect's dormitory, for one person." The boy continued stubbornly without giving any hints.

Seeing the boy pursing his lips and keeping a straight face, Harry somehow remembered him when he was five years old.He obviously dragged the pillow all the way here, but he refused to speak. He just said stiffly: "I'm alone in the room." After he asked if he wanted to sleep together, he still pretended to be calm. All right.

Harry seemed to understand what it meant that the boy's head was wrong.

"Can I go for a visit." Harry asked with a smile, just like he asked in the past: "Do you want to sleep with me?"

The young man nodded and turned his head to lead the way in silence.

Harry followed Thomson towards the prefects' quarters.Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was as peaceful as if the patron saint was by their side.

Tom Riddle, still the same Tom Riddle, only from a child to a teenager.Harry still chose to believe in himself, believing that he had looked into the boy's eyes for ten years.The historical comparison between the children who have been close to each other for ten years and the cold prints has already yielded results.

It's a pity that he thought he was familiar with the breathing child, but excluded him from the real world and created a real illusion for him alone.

The cage door of the trap was slowly closed, but the rare beast trapped inside knew nothing about it.

Tom walked in front, in a good mood, and even the apparent mask was deformed by the change of mood.Ten years is enough to grind a child into a teenager, and it is also enough for him to master hypocrisy, love others, and figure out people's hearts.

How did Harry know how the jerky child he thought broke off the cheese piece by piece and lined it up all the way to the cage.

The prefect's dormitory is single-person, so it is larger than ordinary dormitories.Harry looked at it curiously, not paying attention to Tom.

"Harry, are you avoiding me?" The boy sat on the bed, his expression was not too turbulent, and his voice was cold.

Harry felt as if his heart had been pulled hard.

He wanted to say how could it be, but he couldn't change the fact that he was indeed hiding from him before.

The boy didn't speak, but the angle between his eyes and the vertical direction became smaller and smaller, and his downcast eyes made him look extremely lonely.

The Voldemort in Harry's impression was arrogant and conceited, the Tom Riddle in the Pensieve was cunning and hypocritical, and the most embarrassing Quest Riddle in his memory was just exuding anger and wiping his tears fiercely, like this He had never seen the lonely child, and never wanted to see it.

So he went to the bed.The teenager sat on the edge of the bed high enough for him to touch the teenager's hair.

"Not again," Harry sighed as he straightened his frizzy hair, "as long as you don't make mistakes."

Tom, with his head bowed, stared.Make no mistakes?Sure enough, Harry knew something.

"Well, I will." On the mask, he just replied obediently, enjoying the gentle touch on the head.

He would, he would do it without Harry knowing, he would gain the power to keep him even if Harry knew.

The author has something to say: ...I still have a lot to say, but now I just want to sleep ORZ...

Thanks to the girl who stayed XD

I'm going to bed first, I have class tomorrow [I'm trying to die~zZ]

☆、The night of September 1942, 9 (revised)

Under the boy's fearful and quiet manipulative grip, the page was turned.

Harry didn't even realize what Tom had done, what he had deliberately shown in front of him, as if letting nature take its course and revealing the truth, the fear and cowardice were invisibly eliminated, and they returned to their usual natural relationship.

Of course, it was only superficially natural, or it was only natural in Harry's eyes, or in other words, it was only natural in his attitude.

From the calm sea, you will never see the bloody and predatory fighting that pervades the bottom of the sea.

Due to Gryffindor's nature, Harry simply accepted Tom, who was smiling and polite on the surface, but he didn't notice the depression and doubts in the corners of the boy's eyes, which were more intense than before and shocking.

Tom is very knowledgeable, even if he is only in the fifth grade, Harry has to be surprised by the knowledge involved.

Although Harry is not as knowledgeable as Hermione, his attainments in the dark arts are probably surpassed by no one except Dumbledore and Voldemort, not even Bella and Malfoy.To break black magic, you must understand black magic.

The two chatted with great interest for a long time on these topics.In fact, as long as the teenager is willing, he can act as the best chat companion, because he can guess your preferences to the greatest extent. As long as he is willing, he can easily extend the time and topic, because he understands what questions can arouse people's curiosity , such as now.

"Harry, I've been trying the Patronus Charm." Tom pursed his lips, his face was ashamed, his expression never showed too much, but it was just right enough for Harry to guess the most superficial meaning of the expression, "but it has never been successful. "

Tom couldn't figure out the purpose of all Harry's actions, and couldn't figure out what Harry wanted from him, but he could vaguely understand what kind of Tom Riddle Harry wanted to see—it was nothing but bright and positive.

And the Patronus spell is recognized as the most positive, whether it's the ridiculous motivation for casting the spell or the stupid way of casting the spell.

Even though the Demon King is only a teenager, the superimposition of the disadvantages of close relatives and marriages is expressed to the extreme in the spirit and character of the teenager.For Tom, the only way to use power is aggression without protection, and happy memories will only add constraints and cannot sharpen weapons.Patronus Charm, stupid as a circus in front of Tom.

But in order to blind that person's sight, he didn't mind being stupid for a while, and leaned down to reveal the light on his hypocritical surface, and by the way let the prey who had already stepped into the trap completely let go of their vigilance.

"Are you trying... the Patronus Charm?" Harry, who couldn't see Tom's true thoughts, was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened in disbelief, and after he got an affirmative answer, he gradually heated up like a filament, bit by bit Joy arises from the bottom of my heart.He naturally knew what the Patronus Charm meant. The purpose of protection and strong enough memories could be cast correctly.Although Tom was unsuccessful, he was willing to try. Does it prove that there is something or someone he wants to protect?

Tom sighed again suddenly: "I went to Professor Slughorn for help, but I don't know why he won't talk to me any more."

Tom caught the momentary blankness in Harry's expression, and an elusive glint flashed across his irises.

"If you don't mind, I can teach you." Harry licked his chapped upper lip.

Tom stood up from the bed, drew out his wand, and extended an invitation to Harry: "Can I test the quality of the teacher?"

The smile on Tom's face and his polite gestures made Harry think he was asking for a dance.Harry looked at Tom's dark eyes with no variegation, but found that only his figure was reflected in those eyes, giving people a sense of devotion and affection.If those little girls had stood in his place, they would have gone crazy long ago.

Thinking wildly, Harry also stood up from his chair, ready to go.

The prefect's dormitory is not big, but how much space does it take for two people to teach spells?

"Recall your happiest things, and remember them with your heart." Harry is like Professor Lupine back then.It's a pity that Tom is not Harry back then.

Tom held his wand, pointing the tip at the void, and focused almost all of his attention on the man in front of him.

Harry straightened Tom's wrist: "Raise it a little higher and use more strength in your arm, so the success rate will be higher."

How could Tom care about the so-called success rate?He never thought of using it, and he definitely couldn't use it.

"Like this?" Ke Ke asked modestly.

"It's too high," Harry put his finger on the boy's arm again, "be more natural."

The weather in September made all Hogwarts students roll up their sleeves to their elbows, and Tom was no exception.

Harry's fingers touched the boy's bare skin.

It was clearly the end of summer in September, but the young man's fingers did not reach the temperature they should have reached. They were attached to Tom's arm, carrying a coolness that was incompatible with the young man's heat, flowing from the skin to the bone marrow like an electric current, stirring his soul. All convulsed.

Hands and feet: Most people with cold hands and feet have poor physique.But for wizards, if their physique is not good, they can just drink a few cans of medicine, which will not bring any pain.But probably no one will know that the sequelae brought about by this kind of life-defying fate cannot be saved and tampered with.

Not even Tom, who is astonishingly insightful.He was fascinated by the weird pleasure brought by the skin-to-skin contact, and his possessive desire was provoked.

The kind of distorted satisfaction that spreads silently in the heart is incomparable to the pleasure of being directly stimulated by the sex|genitals.

Slytherins are loyal to *.Tom pursed his lips, resisting the urge to narrow his eyes.

And Harry didn't know anything about it, he just immersed himself in teaching.Such scenes and characters stimulated a reflex arc in Harry's brain, reminding him of his fifth grade.In the Room of Requirement, with future comrades in arms.In the same way he raises their arms, or compliments them.The rhythm is brisk and the colors are bright.Although difficult, but extremely happy.

Like now, while hopeless, there is still hope.

Even though the situation on the time jumper is still deteriorating and dying, he still holds out hope desperately.

Some people put despair on the opposite side of hope, but in front of hope, despair is too small.

The result can be imagined.No matter how hard Harry tried, how he racked his brains to teach all the skills to the boy, Tom couldn't cast the Patronus Charm.How can the rotten seeds germinate and grow leaves, full of greenery?

"It's okay, this spell is profound." Harry was afraid that the always arrogant child would be hit, so he reached out and patted Tom on the shoulder.

Maybe he couldn't be called a "kid" anymore, and for Tom's height, he couldn't even rub a kid's head like he used to.But just like for all parents, no matter how tall or strong, a child is still a child.

Unable to disentangle his feelings for Harry, Tom roughly and self-defeatingly attributes it to pure possession and *.And Harry couldn't get rid of his feelings for Tom, he was not only Tom's enemy, friend, guardian, but also his father.

Harry couldn't sort it out, so he could only keep a mess and try to make it perfect.

"Harry, we haven't been like this for a long time, can you stay here today?"

So when the child sat on the edge of the bed and asked, Harry nodded without hesitation.

"Sleep in the same bed with me, won't you be crowded?" Harry joked.

Tom smiled at him: "Of course not."

"Is it okay to wear my school uniform?" Tom took out a set of more casual shirts and trousers from the closet, stood at the door of the bathroom that came with the dormitory, and asked loudly.

The sound of water in the washroom was constant, and the light and shadow hit the frosted glass. By instigating the distorted and elongated black shadow, the outline of a person could barely be depicted.

Perhaps the sound of the water drowned out Tom's voice, and there was no answer from within.

Tom was not in a hurry to ask again. He stared at the strangely twisted black shadow on the glass, and pressed the doorknob unconsciously.

The door is not locked!

The first thing that catches the eye is the fog that fills the room.The water vapor in the air was nearly saturated, and it had no choice but to turn into liquid droplets, filling the entire washroom.The sight was blurred by the water vapor, so Tom couldn't see Harry standing five meters away from him clearly, but he could clearly see the fair complexion of Harry's body, the soft and smooth curve of Harry's back, and the Harry had long, lean thighs.

"Tom?" Harry heard the door open and close.After taking off his glasses, he could only see a blurry outline. He wiped off the drops of water flowing from his hair: "Just put the clothes there, and close the door for me by the way." Even if he stayed with the carefree Ron for a long time , It is also impossible not to care about taking a shower with the door open.

Luckily Harry took off his glasses.But even if he didn't take it off, he couldn't see Tom's expression through the visible mist.It was also because of the disguise of the water mist that Tom dared to unscrupulously show that naked|naked and scorching gaze.

But Tom can always do a perfect disguise, at least his voice is the same as usual: "Yeah."

When Harry stepped out of the bathroom wearing Tom's clothes and trousers, which had grown an inch, he saw Tom pouring out two glasses of wine.

"You don't mind having some?" Tom raised his glass to Harry, raised his eyebrows and asked, but calmly took in every detail of Harry from head to toe, and used the angle of light refraction to cover up gradually Intense eyes.

Harry wiped his hair with a towel, and not only laughed: "Where did you get this?"

Tom just laughed, and took one out of the bottles and jars on the shelf, and was about to add wine, when he suddenly remembered, he raised his head and asked, "Harry, do you want to add some dead water? It will help you sleep."

Harry shrugged, watching Tom skillfully pour three drops into his cup: "You can try it."

Tom smiled happily, shook the wine well, and handed it to Harry: "I'm going to take a shower first."

As soon as Tom came out of the bathroom, he saw that he had fallen asleep on half of the bed, and there was not much wine left in the wine glass on the cabinet.

Snakes are the most greedy and unsatisfied animals. Their greed caused Adam and Eve to be expelled from the Garden of Eden, and human beings were separated from a happy and worry-free life.But the snake will not restrain greed and greed.Even temporary repression is probably only for better possession in the future. When the repressed dissatisfaction reaches the extreme, the snake will spit out the core, and taste the blood from the coagulated wound of the prey.

The demon king, who suppressed his blood and approached clamorously, finally couldn't hold back. The beast with a huge appetite had begun to devour his sanity, so he shot down the trap boldly and almost crazily.The hallmark of Slytherin is probably not Parseltongue, but madness.

The young man's figure is already completely stronger than the young man's body, supporting the young man's body, the shadow cast can completely cover the young man.

Tom's eyes were deep, looking down at Harry's face that hadn't changed for ten years, the joy of being in control made him involuntarily raise the corners of his mouth.

Look, his favorite toy, is lying under him, sleeping peacefully.

Even if he buried his neck to suck his most fragile skin, even if he teased his chest with his tongue, even if he separated his straight legs and licked the inner skin, he still didn't know anything, Or just struggling with the instinct of the body, groaning|groaning twice, the body and the tips of the ears turned beautiful pink.

Tom couldn't contain the aggression that had been suppressed for so long*.He stared intently at the person under him, that face that was always gentle and bright was three-pointed against the light|naked complexion, and the body with the spine that was always straight was forced out by him. All kinds of fragile and submissive gestures, just this subversive contrast between light and dark, made Tom almost suffocate with happiness.

He couldn't completely possess Harry.He could only lie on the young man's body, and use the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact to reach the highest state of orgasm.

The man under him was Harry, who had once called his father respectfully to him.The fictitious sense of blood connection made Tom even more excited, and the illusion of immorality made the behavior that violated the laws of nature even more taboo and dark.

The genitals rubbed and collided on Harry's lower abdomen, and they reached the extreme and climbed to the top without even needing to penetrate deeply.

After a short rest, the young man who had just tasted the darkest forbidden fruit in the world stood up joyfully, and with a few incantations, he revealed the truth and covered it up perfectly.

It is no longer whitewashing peace, but creating peace.

The past is opposite to reality.

In 2001, the handsome and impeccable Dark Lord frowned, feeling the abnormal stickiness on his pants, and was puzzled.

Why is there such a thing like a young man with full blood?

The author has something to say: Thanks to all the girls who voted for mine, because there is no computer, let me thank you one by one in the next chapter.

Also, about the time and speed of the update.

My speed has never been fast, and the girls who followed the text in the early days all know that, and the second semester of the stupid donkey's second year of high school, the studies are very heavy.For me who lives in school, I can spend no more than three hours in a day free to conceive and code.After finishing this chapter, the time is getting closer, and I have to go to class tomorrow.I understand that chasing articles is very painful, so I try to speed up my speed, but this is under the premise of ensuring that my three-dimensional can be carried out normally.

The reason for entering v is largely to ensure no pitfalls and quality.If the girls are really dissatisfied with the speed, I am willing to release v.

The stupid donkey can do everything possible to update three times a week at most, I hope the girls will be tolerant.

☆、September 2001, 2 (Revised)

Compared with the cloudy and blue sky in 1942, which was not bright but warm, the sky in 2001 was always gloomy and oppressive.This is probably due to the cold winter and the persistent fog in London.

This end of the time jumper is connected to the other end of reality.If the situation in 1942 can still be whitewashed, then the situation on February 2001, 2 is a cruel Zerg that tore through the cocoon, gnawing and threatening everything.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The almost maniacal laughter lingered for a long time in the temporary base, stinging everyone's eardrums, "This era no longer needs your rigid and weak rhythm, history will accept a A more advanced, stronger and more bloody rule!"

The Death Eater, who was imprisoned by Dumbledore's Army for nearly two months, was disheveled and bound by magic. He could only sit on the iron chair in a distorted posture. Percy only loosened the restraint once every hour to prevent blood circulation. stymied.From the first day he was imprisoned to today, two months later, the Death Eater, whose intake has been decreasing, is still in high spirits, screaming hysterically at the camp of Dumbledore's Army, like the most pious Catholics are crazy and obsessed with God.

"The light is falling! The boy who lives is dying! The Dark Lord is victorious!" he cheered to himself, as if imitating the congratulatory speech at a future celebration party.

"It's so fucking angry!" Ron stepped into Hermione's humble laboratory angrily, with nowhere to pour out his anger, "Why don't you let me beat him up!"

Hermione was lying on the research table, and on the left was a stack of papers, including Harry's training plan, Harry's improved attack magic, and the lost powerful healing spells and potion prescriptions that Harry had found.

"Shut up, Ronald." Hermione buried her head in her calculations without looking back. The complicated formulas in her pen made Ron feel dizzy just by scanning them.

No, something must be wrong.Hermione pursed her lips, looking sharply at the writing on the full manuscript paper.

The flow of time is not something Muggles or wizards can see. We, who are already bound by time, cannot see the trajectory of time flow clearly. Complicated theorems and formulas are interspersed with large and small paradoxes and unknowns. Obstruct the sight of ignorant creatures seeking to subvert the rules.The past cannot be repeated, the present cannot be paused, and the future cannot be predicted.

When a person who foresees the future inserts into the past, the sequelae will never be as simple as dizziness, suffocation, or pain.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Ron, who was yelled at by Hermione, lowered his voice and asked awkwardly, "Is it...related to Harry's mission?"

When it came to Harry's mission, even Ron, who was always carefree and nervous like a bucket, couldn't help suppressing his emotions and frowned.

"Hermione, you should have heard the rumors about... Harry."

Hermione's hand stopped, and the nib of the pen, which was calculating rapidly, also stopped.

Harry's gossip?Oh, of course she does!Hermione sneered, and the sharpness and sarcasm brought out by Gryffindor's action was no less than that of Slytherin.

"But after all, Harry didn't show up for a long time because of that mission. The last time he came back, he just reported that he was safe and left in a hurry. In addition, that damn Death Eater kept calling that the savior was dead, so some people in the team ..."

"Do you believe it?" Hermione said sharply, the pressure of long hours of work made the already wise and sharp woman even more sharp-edged, "Or you think the savior got cold feet, or that the savior hid behind everyone and let everyone To die for him?"

With a 'bang', Ron clenched his hands into fists and slammed them down on the experiment table, feeling extremely irritated.As exasperating as Hermione said it was, it was whispers that had been circulating.

...he doesn't know where to hide!

... Yes, we are all on the battlefield, and he is hiding behind alone!

……He did not want