[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Outright contempt.Of course, if a person's luck is too good to be disgusting but not disgusting, but what if that person drinks Felicia?

"It's tantamount to cheating!" protested the Hogwarts students, "Get him out of the Triwizard Tournament!"

However, Digor Charlov put on an angry look of being unaware and framed, which aroused the anger of the students even more!

Even Slytherin, who has always ignored the rules, cast a disdainful look at the students of Durmster.

"It's hard to imagine that he hasn't eliminated the evidence after cheating, so leisurely." Signus sneered, walking side by side with Tom, and walked in front of a group of Durmster students, "If it wasn't for the detection of Foring in the remaining water in the kettle Potion, I am afraid they will continue to be lucky.”

Tom didn't react too much, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth didn't tremble in the slightest. He just said with emotion: "He is really...unlucky."

Yes, falling from the clouds to hell, stepping from the threshold of victory into the cage of losers, experiencing absolute glory and success and then feeling downcast and spurned, isn't it really unlucky?

I just don't know... How far can that Chalov persist before despairing?

Standing behind Charlov and his party, Karkaroff glanced at Tom Riddle who was passing by him from the corner of his eye, but suddenly met the reddened black eyes of the young man, and couldn't help shivering, the coolness struck from the tailbone upper central nervous system.

He can no longer be convinced that "that boy can't do anything to him", the calculation ability displayed by that Slytherin under the age of 16 is unmatched, and the method is clean and simple but can be easily removed The fruit of maximum benefit.He doesn't even have to pull out his wand!

From the second he stepped into Durmster, Karkaroff started planning how to defeat Charlov, but Riddle didn't intend to defeat him, he planned to destroy him directly!

Wouldn't it be more efficient to destroy a person than to defeat a person?

The Slytherin who was under the age of 16 raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at him, then looked away as if nothing had happened, and continued to move forward.

Ben swears that the prey in the net will not escape, but when he turns his head, he suddenly finds that his head is covered with a net that cannot escape.This switch of roles terrified Karkaroff, who was unprepared.

The gloomy-faced, hook-nosed boy gritted his teeth, suppressing the chill that rose from the bottom of his heart.

He's just a wizard cub!Karkaroff told himself.

The first round of the Triwizard Tournament extinguished half of the enthusiasm of the students.

This game is nothing short of a joke!Durmster's warriors cheated and passed, and Beauxbaton's warriors were sent directly to the hospital!

Ha, there's no need to compete anymore, the first match was decided, the winner of Hogwarts!

No matter how angry, disappointed or depressed the students were, Harry didn't have the energy to care, he just hurried to the hospital wing with his things in his arms.

"Harry?" Someone stopped him.

Harry struggled to hold a basket of fruit presents, beautiful bow-knotted boxes piled up to Harry's nose, so much that he couldn't even get his wand out.Hearing someone calling him, he could only try his best to bend his neck and stretch the muscles on one side of his neck as much as possible, his embarrassment and clumsiness made people laugh.

The thing in his hand suddenly lightened, and the boxes piled up to the tip of his nose fell down in an instant.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief before looking up to see who was walking up to him.

"Good morning, Tom." Harry pulled out his wand and cast the Shrinking Charm on the pile of presents in his arms before he relaxed and pushed the crooked glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiling brightly at Tom.

Once again Harry marveled at Tom's good looks.Well, he admits he's a little bit jealous.

The 15-year-old boy is already 1.7 meters tall, slender but not weak, handsome and straight, and his facial features are as exquisite as the most handsome ivory sculpture in ancient Rome. into the picture.There is no denying that the Heir of Slytherin has a unique look.

But he ended up with that face.Harry thought a little badly, and suddenly felt more than a little better.

"Where are you going? Can I... help you?" Tom didn't seem to see the shrinking spell cast by Harry. He just shook the things in his hand and insisted on helping.

"Oh, Menny's classmate asked me to bring these to Menny. Menny Lance, you should know?"

Oh, of course, it was his blessing that she was sent to the hospital wing.Tom smiled, using the humility and easygoing in his smile as a cover to erase the traces of red that flashed in his eyes: "Of course, she is a warrior of Beauxbatons."

"The medical wing doesn't allow too many students to see her, so they leave it to me." Harry couldn't help smiling when he thought of the energetic and crisp girl.In 1942, everyone he met seemed to correspond to 2001.Alves is like Ron, Jon is like Hermione, and Minnie is similar in personality to the cheerful and decisive Ginny.Harry saw shadows of others in them, and although it wasn't fair, Harry couldn't reverse the familiarity and intimacy that overflowed from his soul.

What Tom hated most was the way Harry smiled at other people.How could he show such a tender expression so easily and comfortably because of someone he didn't know well?

The more this was the case, the more Tom remembered Harry's smile when he faced him. Although most of it was sincere and gentle, some of it was mixed with reluctance, tiredness, defensiveness, and hypocrisy.Most of the pure white can't cover up the grayness of the edge, the more pure the majority, the more glaring the small part of the darkness.

Tom looked deeply at Harry's smile, and then lowered his gaze, focusing on the wrapping paper of the gift box in his arms, as if he was looking at something intently, and even his tone seemed absent-minded: "Harry and her... familiar?"

"It's not familiar, I just met a few times in the library and on the dueling platform."

How many times have you met?

"Harry, you're here again!" The witch who had just stepped into the medical wing, wearing a white apron and holding a potion, greeted with a smile.

again?Tom, who was following behind the young man, grasped the word keenly, and his eyes darkened.

"Harry, would you mind being my dance partner at the Christmas ball?" The girl from Beauxbatons asked enthusiastically and boldly, even ignoring Tom standing beside her, showing a sly and clever look. Looking disappointed, "I'm not familiar with the people here..."

Although Mei Ni's face was a little pale while lying on the hospital bed, the horrific scars on her skin had faded, and her youthful complexion was beautiful no matter what, and youth could cover up all blemishes.

Harry was asked this question, but before he could react, Tom spoke first:

"It seems that Miss Lance is recovering well." Tom smiled. Once the boy's handsome and angular young face softened, even Helena, the wise daughter, would be deceived.

This bit of lesson warning, to heal and forget the pain in such a short time?He recovered so fast.Tom whispered alone.

Meini didn't know how to proceed with the wrong answer. Looking at Tom's handsome and stunning facial features, she blushed somewhat at the excellence of the opposite sex, although she knew that she liked Harry.

"Well, that lady's potion is well adjusted." She replied politely.

The two were familiar with each other, but Harry was at a loss.Harry, who is particularly clumsy about the relationship between the opposite sex, will never forget his embarrassment when he invited Zhang Qiu to the ball. He never expected that there would be a girl who would take the initiative to invite him.

He should refuse. According to his age, he is probably an old man for a girl in his 30s.How boring would it be to go to a prom with an old man?So he shook his head, and was about to refuse, but he saw Meini's pale embarrassment instantly in his eyes.

How can a girl who is held in the hands of her parents and who is quite confident in her appearance and personality not feel embarrassed and ashamed when she is rejected the first time she asks for an invitation?

So the words of refusal changed on the verge of mouth: "I...can't dance."

"I can teach you!" said Minnie eagerly.

Harry couldn't help but think of his anxiety when he was still unable to find a dance partner when the prom was approaching in the fourth grade, and he felt relieved: "Alright then, don't feel ashamed to go to the prom with me!"

"how come!"

Tom looked at Meini who was smiling again, his eyes were deep and unwavering, devouring every ray of light that touched his pupils, making it impossible for people to peek at the monster that was unwilling to hide in the pupils, gradually boiling and insolent, and the name of the monster was jealousy.

Yes, why would he feel ashamed, dancing with Harry, that was the chance he couldn't ask for...

The jealous poisonous snake poked its head out of the cave and bit the boy's heart. The poison spread and there was no cure.

"Maybe I can teach Harry to dance, the boy step." The tall, personable and outstanding Slytherin had the most charming smile, and his voice after the voice change period was deep and elegant, "Miss Lance probably won't teach Do people dance men's steps?"

The devil finally couldn't bear it anymore, he was afraid that if he endured any longer, the monster in his eyes would strangle the girl's neck.

"Have a good rest, I should be able to see you outside the medical wing the day after tomorrow." Harry smiled and said goodbye to Mei Ni.

Tom smiled too, still no light escaped the pupils.He bid farewell politely, with a hissing sound, and stretched out his claws towards the damn thief who snatched food from his mouth: "I'm looking forward to...your performance in the next game."

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☆, September 1942, 12

"There will be a program at Christmas—the Yule Ball."

"Ron Weasley, come up and give me a demonstration."

"Put your hands on my waist, yes, my waist!"

Ron's expression as if he had swallowed a fly still vividly remained in Harry's mind, and he couldn't help laughing every time he thought about it, and even the stern look of Professor McGonagall made Ron even more angry. Three points more funny.

I don't know, how is the situation on Ron's side?It should be...not very good.

Harry slowly withdrew the smile that overflowed from the corner of his eyes.After laughing, I felt that the muscles all over my body relaxed a lot, and the feeling of suffocation in my chest was relieved a lot.But the road under Harry's feet is always gray. Happiness is just like its name. It is fast and short. .

"Harry, what are you thinking?" Tom pushed open the door and handed Harry a glass of juice. "Let's rest and practice."

After agreeing to Mei Ni, Harry naturally didn't want to make a fool of himself in public, so he resigned himself to learning dancing from Tom.Tom is an excellent teacher, every step and every look is just right, even when he is hopping, he has an overwhelming aura all over his body; every sentence of explanation and correction is absolutely unnecessary, even when the teacher forced him to Crazy Harry can also jump up in style.

Harry was just a little uncomfortable.

Getting so close, with his hands on Tom's waist, Harry realized once again that this child he had always regarded as a "child" had grown up completely. The figure of the "child" was already a few centimeters taller than Harry's. The graceful and smooth muscle curves under the shirt carried youthful vigor, and the sound made by the vibration of the vocal cords was gradually approaching the him in the diary.He has grown up, no longer the child who needs him to teach magic by hand, but the prefect who can teach him dance in turn.

The rapid and great changes made Harry unable to adapt for a while, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"It would be great if I could always be your father." Harry grinned his lips, and the same old-fashioned round-rimmed glasses couldn't reduce the slightest bit of gentleness and clarity in this man.

Tom took Harry around for a spin. Hearing these words, the hands on Harry's shoulders tightened, and the force suddenly increased, and the movement stopped.

"What's wrong?" Harry was surprised, thinking the kid was tired.

Tom's hand slipped from the young man's shoulder to his waist, and before Harry could react, he put his head on Harry's shoulder. His palm was pressed against the young man's slender waist, and his voice was muffled because it was buried near his neck. , creating the illusion of a nasal voice: "Can't you always be my father?"

Harry was stunned for a while, and after repeating that sentence several times, he smiled: "Of course."

The young man who learned how to use the honeypot early poured honey into the cage time and time again, sealed the entrance with golden honey, and then let the prey indulge in the sweet taste, blinded his eyes and unable to extricate himself.

Christmas is coming soon.

The hall arranged as an ice and snow palace is beautiful, like a fairy tale, and everyone is addicted to it.

The warriors and their dance partners are ready and waiting to enter.The students in the hall have already started to revel, and the laughter seems to be able to break through the roof and light up the snowy night.

Abraxas leaned comfortably on the sofa, squinted his eyes, and thoughtfully observed the Slytherin prefect sitting next to him, but put his hand on the waist of Ovi who was sitting on the other side ambiguously, The seemingly friendly appearance of classmates is actually unbearable.

Tom just glanced at it, and it didn't fluctuate much, even though the trembling and frightened person was Ovie who had been in his dormitory for four years.The devil's heart is just a stone, have you ever seen a soft stone?

"You're not going to dance?" Malfoy cracked an incomprehensible smile.

Tom once again rejected a girl who extended an invitation to him, and loosened his neatly tied bow tie. His expression was completely different from the mild, cold and cruel expression in front of Harry. It was the first time he saw their prefects with such expressions. The juniors shivered.

"Hey, today is Christmas, please be happy." Malfoy reminded, which made Tom's face lighten a little.

At this time, there was a commotion at the entrance of the hall, and the warrior entered.

The first one to come out was Minnie, who had a bright face on Harry's arm.Even though Harry thinks he is an "old man", he is fixed at the age of 20 with regular facial features. Although he is not as heroic as Tom, the gentleness and clarity emanating from his body are enough to make people ignore his appearance and fall in love with him. His temperament and breath dictated it.

Mei Ni, who had already recovered, had flushed cheeks, and the girl's posture was beautiful.

Abraxas suddenly understood the reason why Tom was so gloomy, and couldn't help but joked: "Hey, haven't you thought about finding a stepmother?"

Tom glanced at Malfoy, but his light gaze made Abu feel terrified behind him.

"I don't want to kill my mother." It was like a joke, but both Ovie and Malfoy knew how true this sentence was.

Ovi didn't understand the whole story as well as Malfoy, but the conversation between the two made him feel even more creepy.

"Tom, you care about him so much, it's not what I think?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Your thoughts about Harry can be clearly seen through a little observation." Abraxas couldn't help reminding, "He is your father in name."

"So what." The handsome young man in a close-fitting evening dress couldn't help squinting his eyes. Since he was seen through, he didn't want to hide it. The words that popped out of his beautiful red lips were unbearable. He, wanted to fuck him so hard, wanted to fuck him so hard he couldn't get out of bed."

"you love him?"

"Hey, how is it possible, it's just a carnal desire."

Every babble made Ovie's heart skip a beat, his pupils dilated, and he looked at Tom in horror and disbelief, as if he were looking at the most terrifying monster.How could he have such filthy thoughts about his father!

"I can find you something else that suits you. That's incest!" Abraxas, who wanted to control Tom's weakness, couldn't help lowering his voice, reminding him sharply.Electra complex is not a big problem, but it is ridiculous to have a passion for one's own father!It is taboo between men and men, and it is even more immoral for father and son to commit adultery.In the Middle Ages, they would have been bound and hanged on a cross!

Ovie followed Tom's gaze and looked at the smiling Harry on the dance floor. Even though the room had been cast with dozens of heat-preserving spells, he was chilling from the inside out, and his hair stood up in horror.That person, the man targeted by that terrifying and hideous monster, will definitely be torn to pieces and dripping with blood.

Maybe... he could tell him the purpose of that monster...

When Ovi was immersed in fear and hesitation, the vicious monster said: "Keep his mouth shut." His sharp eyes pointed directly at Ovi, making Ovi tremble again.

Slytherin would not be Gryffindor after all, and the unformed kindness was stifled by absolute pressure and intimidation.But the seeds are planted and will one day break through the oppressive rock of the soil and drive Ovie to acts of kindness.

The dance was extremely lively, but the sofa they were sitting on was quiet and stiff.

"Tom, isn't it right not to talk about you first? Don't you think you overreacted to him?" Finally, Abraxas couldn't help but speak.

Tom licked his lips, turned his gaze on Harry slightly, and settled on the smiling girl, a flash of red suddenly flashed in his eyes——

"Soon, it won't be."

"A horcrux is a very evil magic that stores a part of the soul in a container."

"In addition to being immortal, it can also eliminate cumbersome emotions that the main soul does not need, such as fear, inferiority and other emotions."

"Professor, how can I make a Horcrux?"

"do not you know?"

"It's... murder."

Yes, he has already completed all the preliminary work for the Horcrux, the only thing missing is a fresh life.The thief who tried to steal the prey by the mouth would be the best sacrifice!

At that time, he will completely get rid of Harry's emotional constraints on him, and he will no longer be jealous or hesitate!

Tom returned to the dormitory, dragged away all the excitement and laughter, revealing the real ambition and darkness under the surface, eagerly took out the ancient and beautifully decorated box from the spell-sealed cabinet, opened it with a spell, and revealed the contents inside. , a wand with its inner core exposed, a few bullets that pierced Harry in 1939, a cloth stained with blood... Tom took out a diary from the inner lining of the box and stroked its black Cover, take the quill, write on the corner of the back cover: Tom Riddle's Diary.

In this diary, the child who was anxious because of Harry Potter will be sealed, the young devil who cried and angry because of Harry Potter will be sealed, and his weak ten years in the past will be sealed. .

Harry just indulged in enjoying the long-lost youth and carefree for a while, and his horoscope silently promoted the progress of history.In front of the horoscope, the space-time jumper who is as small as a mayfly knows that he cannot grasp and control the past and the future, and even reversing it is a luxury.

The Horcrux has begun to take shape, and the savior is one step closer to the cliff.

Perhaps the wise old man sitting on the classroom stage and admiring leisurely has discovered the problem, but he is in the past and cannot know the future. After hesitating for a while, he still chooses tolerance and trust in the child.

Fatepan giggled, laughing at the powerlessness of the space-time jumper.

As for the unethical relationship between them?

The horoscope will not care about details that do not affect the direction of history, it will not care whether the devil will love and understand love, as long as he becomes the devil.

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In addition, please delete the girl who reposted, I am sorry for causing trouble, I was warned by the editor...

☆, September 1942, 12

If the young devil wanted to take a person's life in Hogwarts, he would undoubtedly take great risks.

Dumbledore is an extremely obstructive existence, and Harry, which requires Tom to be impeccable from design to action.

An excellent Slytherin must be calculating, different from the little cunning of pranks among the colleges, but the real and meticulous calculation that can be called a "conspiracy".And the best plots are coincidences.

To Slytherin, Hogwarts is just a puppet tied with strings. If you pull the strings, the chess game will be different.

"Hey, Charlov, I think you might as well just surrender." Karkaroff sneered, his malicious and ferocious expression made his hooked nose stand out even more, "You lost face in the first match, what will you do in the future? "

Charlov bared his teeth, stood up angrily from the bed, took out his wand and pointed at Karkaroff: "If you keep talking, I will embarrass you even more."

The other boys from Durmster also straightened their bodies, staring at Karkaroff who was speaking rudely.

Karkaroff, who thought he would bear his displeasure with a dark face, sneered unexpectedly: "Do you think that everyone will be as shameless as you, and only choose to do embarrassing things?"

This sentence completely angered Chalov, his tone was crazy and his face was hideous: "There is a spell that will allow you to do anything I ask, no matter how embarrassing or ridiculous it is—out of your body!"

Out of body is listed as one of the three unforgivable curses, but so what?The German wizards who have the same origin as Hitler will not care about the extremes in their bones. Besides, they are just punishing a weak person. In the German wizarding world, strength and strength are the best passports!

They pointed at Karkaroff who did all kinds of ridiculous and embarrassing behaviors, laughed and gloated.

Slytherin watched the farce from a distance and found the best time to make a move.The villain, who had been hiding behind the curtain and refused to show his face, finally smiled sinisterly.

Minnie Lance is dead.

Extremely suddenly, without any sign, she fell in front of the bathroom sink, and was discovered by a Hogwarts girl.

Harry stood pale in the middle of the whispering crowd, suffocating for a while.Two days ago, she was still holding his arm nimbly and briskly like a sparrow, chirping happily and non-stop, the girl's warmth seemed to still remain on her skin.Two days later, the girl was lying on the cold and damp floor, her skin was like freshly chiseled marble, gray and pale, dead like a silent stone sculpture.That would never be the color of life.

It wasn't the first time Harry watched someone die, and it wasn't the first time he felt the gap between life and death.He had faced two such faces before, from vivid expressions to cold and dead, the two frames of life and death flashed back and forth in his mind repeatedly, forcing him to recall their rigid facial features over and over again.Of those two faces, one belonged to Cedric and the other to Sirius.

The three faces of Cedric, Sirius, and Minnie swayed in front of his eyes, and the phantoms piled up one after another, and finally gathered together, completely overlapping with the girl's face. The fit was terrifyingly high, like a devil, devouring people's souls.Harry tugged at his hair and scalp in desperation, trying to wake himself up.

Jon responded immediately and sent a signal to the Ministry of Magic. Soon, three or four Aurors arrived at Hogwarts and launched a series of investigations.

"Death from the Killing Curse."

No matter which method is used to test, this conclusion can be reached.

The expressions of all the professors froze.

In a school, who can cruelly use the killing curse to take the life of a girl?student?Or staff?

The headmaster, Armando Dippet, looked bewildered, but Dumbledore restrained his kindness, and his wise edge reassured Harry a little.The wise old man ordered immediately: "Gather all the students to the hall!"

This order was straightforward and decisive, to protect all the students and to find the murderer.

"Principal Dippet, I think the Aurors should have the right to investigate this." Jon immediately made a serious face, his tone unquestionable, and calmly ordered without even pausing, "Ask about the nearby portraits and ghosts, Harry , Alves, follow me into the hall! I think it is necessary to check the children's wands."

Harry's face has never been rosy since he saw Mei Ni, and even if he hurried to the hall, he only broke out a few drops of cold sweat.His complexion seemed to be paler than Mei Ni lying on the ground, if it wasn't for the warmth and softness, he might be no different from Mei Ni.

He hated unnatural death as much as the Dark Lord hated light.

All students gather in the hall.Most of them didn't know what happened, they didn't know that in the past few hours, the girl they liked had left, and the only thing that could prove her existence was a cold epitaph on the tombstone.

The boundary between life and death is so clear that it makes people suffocate with fear.

Harry followed Jon, tried his best to reassure the dazed and frightened children, and prevented them from taking out their wands for testing.The detection method is very simple and effective, flashback spell.Just like undo in Muggle computers, flashback spells can continuously replay spells that have been cast, but flashback is not undo after all, it cannot undo the irreparable consequences of the previous spell.

The children obediently handed their wands to someone they didn't know well, and chose to believe them, but they had to accept their doubts and inspections of themselves.

"Give me your wand."

After a few flashback spells, nothing unusual.Or what anomalies are they hoping to find?Harry didn't want to see green light from the tip of any child's wand.Children are a proof of an era. When children are muddy and black, what about this country?What about this era?

Harry returned his wand to the restless first-year boy standing in front of him, and ruffled the boy's hair as he had ruffled Tom's.

"It'll be all right soon," he said to each of the children, but he had no idea who the murderer was or whether they would be a danger to them.He was just talking nonsense.

In 2001, he faced death and departure painfully and helplessly. Even in 1942, he could not change this situation. He could only continue to act as weak and ignorant, powerless.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Someone walked up to him, but didn't hand her the wand, but just tugged at the hem of his clothes, with a concerned tone, "Your face is ugly."

Harry raised his head, and suddenly met Tom's swarthy eyes. A terrifying thought came to his mind, and it was too late to stop him, causing the already stiff Harry to fall into the ice cellar instantly.

——Who is actually to blame for the deaths of Cedric and Sirius?Isn't it the seemingly harmless boy in front of him?What about Minnie?

"Give me your wand..." Harry opened his mouth, and the sound he made was like rubbing on gravel, and just listening to it was stinging.He didn't answer Tom's question, but took the wand obediently from the child, stiff and trembling.The handle of the wand still carried the warmth of the boy's palm, and it was handed over to him, continuously transferring heat to his palm.

Harry didn't even dare to cast a spell.He can't control what will happen next. Although he is from 2001, all the memories of the boy Riddle come from the Pensieve, and he knows nothing about him except the lonely child and the perfect student president in the Pensieve.

Harry didn't want to doubt Tom, but he couldn't help it.Time with children made him more inclined to believe, but memories from the future turned his gaze to negation.So contradictory, yet so true.

"Flash back to the previous curse." The first flashback was the transformation spell, the second was the floating spell, and the third was... six or seven in a row, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Tom should not have much to do with this matter.

Harry tried to convince himself with this conclusion, suppressing the eerie and dangerous intuition that rose from his feet.

Only then did Harry dare to raise his gaze to meet the boy's: "Tom, be careful recently..."

The young man smiled brightly, and nodded obediently in agreement.

"Give me your wand, please." Harry smiled palely at the child standing in front of him.Although his complexion is still not good-looking, he has been able to calm down better after he has relieved his psychological burden a little.

The boy was thin and as shy as Neville when he started school, but he was from Slytherin, as the badge on the boy's school robes showed.Judging from his body shape, he probably looked like a third or fourth grader.

"Mr. Potter. I..." The boy's eyes flickered, and he licked his chapped lips, hesitating and afraid of something.The boy seemed to think of something, and suddenly shivered, and Harry could even see the goosebumps spreading from the boy's neck to his chin.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, just speak slowly." Harry only thought that the child was afraid of this situation, so he repeatedly comforted him.

The boy looked up at Harry, his flickering brown eyes seemed to want to tell Harry something with his gaze, but there was no telepathic connection between the two, and the boy had to speak, his voice was extremely low and fast, his expression tense, as if He was afraid of something: "I'm Ovie Parkinson, I blame... Riddle's former roommate." The boy swallowed the word "monster" abruptly.

He is at the same level as Tom?Harry looked at the child's weak body and frowned.

Seeing Harry's skeptical look, Ovi couldn't help reaching out and grabbing the young man's wizard robe, eager to express his wishes.He began to understand why the devil was obsessed with his father—a gentle, handsome father who was not like his father.

Always attached to others, cowardly, evading responsibility, the weak in Slytherin tried to stretch out their hands for the first time, trying to hand others a torch.

"Mr. Potter, Riddle!" That kind of thing is too dirty to say!But before he could say it, he felt two icicles firmly nailed to his body, as if locked by the sight of a poisonous snake, the chill rose from the tailbone to the back of the neck, and even the internal organs were frozen to convulsions.

Ovie took a steep step back and saw Tom Riddle smiling at him from the corner.

monster!

Ovie suppressed the scream that was about to roll out of his throat, his face full of fear.

For some reason, Billy's blurred face from ten years ago suddenly flashed in Tom's mind.The same fear, the same panic, and the same killing intent filled him.

More than ten years ago, there was a child who screamed "monster" because of his ability. More than ten years later, the boy was afraid of his abnormal | These two words are already written in the eyes.

so what?Anyway, he is already a monster through and through.

Tom put his hands in his pockets and approached the fainting boy with a smile on his face. The blood in his eyes dissipated the moment he met Harry's sight: "Harry, this is Ovie, my old friend. Abrak Seth is looking for him everywhere, so I took him away first."

Harry was kept in the dark, and what unfolded in front of his eyes was a vast expanse of light, blind and pure.He couldn't understand the development of the incident at this time, he could only look at the figures of the two leaving one after the other in confusion and anxiety, letting his heart beat fast, letting his intuition frantically call the police.

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The views on Germany and the United Kingdom in this article are purely for the needs of the article and do not represent any meaning.

The stupid donkey's IQ is not enough, and the plot trajectory designed is only at that level [ORZ...

In addition, I finally said to the girls before twelve o'clock, Happy Rotten Girl's Day XD!

☆, September 1942, 12

Tom Riddle is very, very happy.Using the word "happy" seems too superficial, perhaps using "happy" can better describe the kind of cruel and bleak happiness.

The reason why the boy is so happy is because everything is under his control.

Dumbledore once said that Tom Riddle was the best student at Hogwarts.For this praise, the descendants of Slytherin deserved it.He has the coldest and stiffest heart, the most ruthless and decisive means, the most demagogic eloquence and