[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Appearance, with the most wise and meticulous thinking.Just like now, everything is moving in the most ideal direction.

A Brown Button girl died in Hogwarts, where is the murderer?In a few days, no matter how incompetent the Ministry of Magic's enforcement team is, it's time to catch him, right?Slytherin calculated calmly, precisely and accurately predicting the time when the next chess piece will be pushed out.

Tom took the napkin in hand, wiped the chocolate sauce on his mouth, glanced at a black-haired young man who was sitting on a long table in a daze, smiled coldly, and threw down the variegated pure With a white napkin, he turned around and left the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Oh, he loves it so much.He could clearly feel that the emotions restricting his actions in his body were gradually weakening, and the feeling of being restrained was gradually weakening.Now he, even if everything he did was exposed, even if he faced Harry's cold face, he would not have too much emotional fluctuation.

And that kind of weak, negative, and useless emotions were sealed up at the cost of the girl's life, and hidden in the diary with a black cover.

The descendant of Slytherin laughed wantonly, he felt the unshakable strength.

Then why, a voice asked, did he stop Ovie from snitching on Harry?

He doesn't deny that that emotion still affects him more or less.But as for those emotional fluctuations that are beyond his control and will not affect the situation, he doesn't care.Even if it is the slightest cold, there will be remnants after medication. No matter how weak the virus is, it cannot be eradicated at once, let alone this kind of emotional mutation that has lasted for more than ten years?

But don't worry, he will get rid of these remaining emotions time and time again!

Even if time and space flow and time is reversed, the protagonist has already entered the arena, and the ceremony of crowning the new king has begun.

The soul of the young Tom Riddle was gradually broken, and the figure of the Dark Lord Voldemort was complete.

Fate is irresistible, and history cannot be tampered with.

The whole of Hogwarts was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.Just like the snowflakes scattered outside the window, covering the roof of Hogwarts, white and dazed, it seems to be offering the highest tribute to the girl who died.

The students were also in a low mood, and for the Triwizard Tournament, it was even more so for Maynie Lance.

This time the Triwizard Tournament failed again, and they lost a warrior and a classmate.They are still just children who haven't entered the social cleansing, don't understand the interests of relationships, don't consider the advantages and disadvantages of gains and losses, and simply feel sorry for her.Even Slytherin, who is always gloating about other people's misfortunes, cannot ignore the gap brought about by the comparison between life and death.

Tom walked towards the potions classroom with the book in his arms, and the oppressive and gloomy atmosphere along the way made him extremely light.Probably, he is of the same kind as the dementors, the colder and darker he is, the more he likes to enjoy it, and the more he wants to take away that happiness.

Tom suddenly recalled Harry's pale face the day before yesterday, and a feeling of revenge spread in his heart.That kind of expression is really beautiful. After getting rid of the spoiled emotions, he can calmly appreciate all the expressions of his adoptive father, ugly, painful, desperate, cold, suspicious...every This expression made him tremble with excitement.

Could it be that Harry's expression can only be described with negative words?of course not.

Due to defects in personality and genes, or the subconsciousness of the young man, he exaggeratedly magnified the ink dots dripping on the paper, while ignoring the whiteness beyond the ink dots.The boy remembered those expressions deeply, but deliberately or unintentionally forgot the other expressions of the youth, such as soft, happy, encouraging, comforting, worried, proud...

The sun shines with absolute justice, the earth blooms with flowers, but the sewers breed with germs.

Tom just smiled and walked towards the Potions classroom.

After a Minnie Lance died, Hogwarts still had to attend classes, right?

"Tom!" Someone suddenly stopped him, and when he turned around, he saw a man in his 40s with glasses waving at him, shaking a piece of manuscript paper up and down in his hand, and he couldn't help but be excited.It is the magic text professor who has always been addicted to magic text.

"I figured it out!" Professor Mowen yelled so loudly that the students passing by couldn't help but look sideways at this sloppy professor curiously.

Squinting his eyes from a distance and seeing the blurred strokes on the manuscript paper, Tom could guess what was written on that paper, probably the string of runes copied from Harry's hourglass.He solved it?

He wasn't too interested.The urgency and emotion in his body urging him to dig out the truth has been weakened, and even the desire to monopolize Harry has subsided a lot.Who is Harry Potter, and what's on the other end of his hourglass connection?He doesn't care anymore.

Perhaps in a few years, Harry Potter would be a stranger to him.

So the outstanding Slytherin leaned slightly towards the professor as a greeting, with an apologetic expression on his handsome face: "Sorry, professor, I'm going to be late, I'll discuss it with you next time."

The unsociable man was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head: "It's okay, you can go to class."

The professor just found it extremely strange. Wasn't this child very eager before?Why does it seem like you're not interested in this all of a sudden?Is it his illusion?

But this string of runes is so wonderful that it can expand the backward flow range of the Time Converter. He has to go back and calculate how big this range is.However, it is roughly estimated that it should be around 50 to 100 years. It is really a wonderful rune, which will definitely cause a sensation in the magic world!

The pedantic professor hurried back to his research room.For researchers, it is nothing to study alone for three or four years.

And the teenager will never know what a great opportunity he missed.

He wouldn't care now anyway.

He has nothing to care about.

Harry couldn't detect the disappearance of the bond between the two of them.

He just looked at the heavy snow outside the window, waiting for the arrival of the last day of the year.

That day was probably the only bright spot in the gloomy days, December 12, Tom's birthday.

He still remembers the wrinkled, viscous, unattractive baby that was handed to him 15 years ago.Harry couldn't help smiling when he thought that the proud Tom would be so ugly.

But in a blink of an eye, the baby who would lightly tug on his skirt with his fist was already 1.7 meters long, and the child who was tugging on the hem of his clothes would be 16 years old.

As long as anyone who is familiar with Harry Potter will know that his favorite is all kinds of festivals, and among all kinds of festivals, the most important thing is birthday.He loves to celebrate anyone's birthday.

Maybe it's because he never received a gift in his first ten years, but on his 11th birthday, he received a delicious cake and an invitation to Hogwarts.So he loves birthdays, he even wishes his birthdays were once a week instead of once a year.Hermione scoffed at the idea, though.

He likes birthdays and the feeling of being surrounded by friends and elders, so he insists on celebrating every birthday for Tom, even if he can't celebrate him because of the time-space jump, at least he will prepare a gift.The only time he missed a child's birthday was in 1938.At that time, in 2001, he faced the Duke of Darkness face to face, and endured Cruciatus one after another.

Harry rubbed his icy cheeks, the reddened skin from the rubbing gave the young man a look of vitality.He is getting more and more afraid of the cold.

Harry said hello to Jon. They have been very busy with the investigation these days.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade on the 31st? All right, just leave it to me and Alves." Knowing that his friend is going to help Tom celebrate his birthday, Jon smiled and pulled Alves away who wanted to sneak away. , "Have fun, you don't look very good, let Tom make some potions for you."

Harry just smiled and shook his head.

"Tom? He's only in fifth grade, isn't he?" Alves looked at Jon, obviously not believing what Jon said.

Fifth grade?He definitely has the knowledge and magic to beat a seventh grader.Jon looked at Harry's slightly thin back, hiding the strange feeling from the bottom of his heart.

In the past few days, she hadn't seen Tom and Harry get along again.

This is strange.

What really surprised Jon was December 12st.

Early in the morning, Harry was in a good mood, even his usually cold and pale skin had a beautiful ivory luster, soft and tender.

He knocked on Jon's door, holding a book in his left hand and wrapping paper and ribbon in his right, with a look of embarrassment.

"In the past, the clerk in the gift shop helped me wrap it, but this time when I went to the bookstore to buy gifts, the clerk said he couldn't wrap gifts..." Harry pulled out his wand, trying to use the Transfiguration Charm to make the wrapping paper wrap the book automatically.

Jon flipped through the tome out of curiosity—"Anthology of Classic Runes"?

"He liked runes a while ago," Harry explained.

Well, Jon shrugged.Even the knowledgeable Ravenclaw, there are not many people who like such boring and jerky runes.

The girl's hands are always dexterous, and the wrapping paper that Harry has no idea about wraps the book neatly and neatly in no time.

Looking at the young man's smiling face, Jon was infected by Harry's smile, and unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth.

She thought, Harry will be very happy today, even happier than Tom, even though today is not Tom's birthday.

"Excuse me, Harry," said the handsome young man in a beautiful dress. The intricate patterns and carvings on the cuffs made Tom even more luxurious, making Harry, who was dressed in casual clothes, a little embarrassed for no reason.Tom smiled, his dark eyes couldn't tell the truth, "Abraxas helped me with a birthday party, at the Malfoy's house, I have to go now."

Tom's appearance is undoubtedly the grace of God. The clothes perfectly displayed all the capital of the boy. He was born to be suitable for this kind of occasion.His slender and powerful body, terrifying and supreme wisdom will bring him more and stronger resistance. This birthday party is his first step to win over the power.

Compared with the luxurious and lively birthday party, the idea of ​​going to Hogsmeade with her adoptive father seemed so ridiculous.Harry pursed his lips, smiled and handed over the gift in his hand, looking at the child's seemingly innocent eyes, he was sincerely happy: "Tom, happy birthday."

Tom tore off the outer packaging indifferently, and provoked a sneer when he saw the text on the title page—"Classic Rune Anthology"?

laugh.The young man laughed, dropped the book, turned around and took steps that belonged to Voldemort.

Jon didn't know until the next day that that idiot went to Diagon Alley by himself and spent a whole day reading books at Lihen Bookstore.

"I'm very happy after reading a book for a day." He said.

The author has something to say: the stupid ass has been emotionally unstable recently, sorry [bow

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☆, September 1943, 1

A girl died at Hogwarts, no matter how incompetent the Ministry of Magic is, it's time to find the murderer, right?Thinking this way, Tom smiled and pressed the next move.

And so the murderer was found.

After Harry received the news, he hurried to the principal's office. The spacious principal's office could accommodate all the professors and five or six Aurors.

"It's not me! I don't know!" The murderer howled like this, and was brought up in front of all the professors by the strong Auror.

Looking at the boy who was being dragged, Harry felt inexplicably familiar.

"A boy from Durmstrang! His name is Igor Karkaroff!" The Auror pushed the boy forward rudely and said in a rough voice.

Karkaroff!Harry's eyes widened, staring at the boy's appearance, trying to find the shadow of Principal Durmstrang from the boy's immature facial features.

"I didn't do it! I didn't know!" The hooked-nosed boy gritted his teeth, his eyes were hooked, and just looking at them made people shudder.

"All the portraits, the ghosts were at the time of the girl's death. I saw you coming out of the corridor of the girl's bathroom. Your wand was sent to the Ministry of Magic for inspection. The report said that the wand had traces of casting the Killing Curse. Not you, who is it?"

The boy with a gloomy expression stared fixedly at the Auror who spoke, which made the experienced wizard feel a chill down his spine.The boy's eyes were roughly triangular in shape, sharp and disgusting. The boy paused, and the words he said were like curses: "It's Charlov, it's him!"

"He wanted me to kill Minnie Lance! He cast the Imperius Curse on me!" Karkaroff yelled, seeing the expressions of all the professors stiffen, he laughed ferociously.

This is really great, it's like acting, he is the only one among so many people who knows the script and directs the next plot according to the script.He didn't understand why Tom wanted to kill Minnie Lance, but as long as he could bring down Charlov, he didn't care.Karkaroff has the chance to point all the guns at Charlov's back, because he has the help of the devil, and there is an absolutely powerful and wise devil behind him, which contributes to the development of the plot.

The devil pushed Charlov again in front of all the professors.The tall boy naturally denied the charge. The German boy immediately turned his head and glared at Karkaroff. The hatred in his eyes shocked Harry who was standing by.

Harry watched Charlov's malicious expression that he didn't even know how to hide, and shook his head at Jon who was standing beside him: "It shouldn't be him." That child is not someone who can stand by and watch a life disappear.

Charlov glanced at Harry, raised his chin, and chose the most unwise arrogance at this moment: "I did cast the Imperius Curse on him, but I just wanted to see him make a fool of himself, and didn't let him kill people! Lila, dont you agree?"

The Durmstrang boy standing behind him nodded: "Yes, Professor."

A group of Durmstrang students mostly looked at the professors with certainty, and they believed in Chalov more than Karkaroff.But the devil has spoken—it doesn't matter, as long as one of the dozen or so Durmstrang students doesn't nod, the doubts left in the hearts of the professors will expand without limit.Just like a stone thrown into a lake, the ripples will be as big as the lake.

Naturally, a few boys seemed a little hesitant.

How to make them hesitate?The devil replied with a smile, it's simple, everyone has weaknesses.

"But until we left that day, Charlov didn't use the spell to stop." A boy hesitated to put forward a different point of view, and with a seemingly casual sentence, the trust built by everyone collapsed.

Human beings are like this, a few words, true or false, can destroy a person, from the inside out, completely.

In a word, let the devil's mansion be completed.

Everyone seemed relieved that at least the culprit had been caught anyway.

But Harry couldn't relax.

Of all the people, only he knew what kind of role Karkaroff had played.

Igor Karkaroff, one of the early Death Eaters.

And he knew what a bastard Karkaroff was.Cowardly but bold, incompetent but jealous.With such a personality, would he dare to kill someone?But what if there was a Tom Riddle standing behind that coward?

Haha, borrowing a knife to kill and blame others, his Tom used these tricks very well.

Harry covered his mouth and nose, and he couldn't help laughing from his fingers. His vocal cords vibrated, but they seemed to have been rubbed against gravel, and they were terribly broken, worse than crying.

Harry wasn't stupid, he was even terribly wise, and after some careful calculation he could come to the conclusion that Tom Riddle's diary had been made. At the age of 16, what gift is more valuable than splitting the 16-year-old him?This gift requires nothing more than a life.

what can he doShould he rush to Jon and debunk all the plots of Tom Riddle with righteous indignation, or knock on the door of Professor Dumbledore's office and offer his memory?

Before that, he had made countless mental preparations and imagined countless attitudes that he should have, but all of them were rejected.He only thought that everything is still so long, and he still has time to buffer.But when the trance came over, he realized that the time bar had been cleared, and he was standing in front of two Tom Riddles, no, or two Voldemort faces.

The pain seemed to be suffocating, and Harry felt the long and endless pain from the internal organs, as if every internal organ was pinched in the palm of the hand and squeezed out the juice.The illusion that his nasal passages were blocked forced Harry to open his mouth wide and suck in oxygen rapidly.

"Harry, do you know something?" Jon looked at the extremely painful Harry with calm eyes.This Slytherin witch has the same characteristics as Hermione. Those brown eyes are not sharp, but they can use laser light to completely destroy a person's disguise.

Should he "rush to Jon in righteous indignation and debunk all of Tom Riddle's plots"?

So he pursed his lips, and with difficulty relied on the inertia of his muscles to hold up a smile: "No, no, I think the murderer... probably is Charlov."

Harry had lied, lied countless times.The countless times he told Petunia that he was actually weeding but was in contact with magic, the countless times he copied homework, the countless times he used cheat sheets to pass exams, and the first time he lied about a boy who was only 17 years old.

But emotions finally tore apart reason, and selfishness finally gained the upper hand. For a demon, he pushed a boy into the abyss with his own hands.No, the boy is already in the abyss, he is just falling into the rock.

He is unforgivable.

The Slytherin's plot was perfect.This murder seems to be full of loopholes but is interlocking, seemingly simple and clear but confusing. The most perfect strategy is a coincidence.But the only failure in the scheme was Karkaroff, and the only person who failed in the scheme was Harry Potter.

"Tom..." Harry called out a name to a child who was about his height, but didn't know what to say next.If that sentence is asked, it means that the hypocritical skin between them has been completely torn.

"Oh, Harry, I still have class later." Slytherin was careless, looking at the young man's pale face, he could still chuckle softly, "Sorry, I thought of a funny joke."

Obviously standing so close, but he felt that even if he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch the child that belonged to him.

"It's okay." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and left quickly, hiding the corners of his eyes that had been flushed by unknown emotions.

The British Ministry of Magic was unable to deal with the German citizens Charlov and Karkaroff, and the deceased, Meine Lance, was not a British citizen. The British Ministry of Magic had no choice but to transfer the investigation power to the handover of the French Ministry of Magic. .The Triwizard Tournament could no longer be held, and Jon and the others staying at Hogwarts were useless, so the Ministry of Magic executive team decided to leave Hogwarts.

And Harry, decided to leave in 1943.

"Aren't you going to discuss it with Tom?" Jon never asked Harry where he was going, but he didn't agree with him not discussing it with that child. "He will be very angry."

"I don't think he'll be angry."

"Harry, what conflict are you having with him?" Jon didn't understand, since both of them cared so much about each other.Standing apart from the two of them, she could see more clearly than the two of them, "Harry, you can't just run away from something, what would you think if you left Tom?"

Harry found it funny: "It's not that I won't come back, I just left for a while."

"Harry, you have to understand that orphans are generally more sensitive, and your attitude will make people sad." Even Jon couldn't help but blame Harry. In the face of Harry's indifferent attitude, anyone would worry about gains and losses.

orphan?Oh, yes, Tom Riddle was born without parents, so he jumped 70 years without hesitation, brought him back home, accompanied him to grow up for 12 years, and humbly begged for a little hope of change.But has anyone considered him?He is also an orphan.His parents died because of Tom Riddle, he slept in a cupboard, grew up on dry bread, had no birthday presents, no friends, and no one to save him.And should he accept the culprit without any qualms and with joy?Even his idea of ​​escaping for a while is not allowed?

This was the first time Harry felt aggrieved, a grievance that was so many years late.

The environment shapes people, but the same environment can shape two completely different people.Just as the sun shines with absolute justice, flowers bloom on the ground, and bacteria grow in the gutters.

But Harry Potter is always Gryffindor.Even if you change your appearance and change your life, it can't change the color of Gryffindor in your soul - bravery, selflessness, nobility, and chivalry.When the wound is healed and his faith is firm, he will swing the hourglass again without hesitation, knowing that the hope is so slim, but dragging his tired body forward.

God said let there be light, so there was light.Harry longed for light, but the obstacles in front of him were too large for the light to diffract, and he couldn't walk around them.And he didn't realize it, and moved forward firmly.

The blocking object was silent, advancing slowly with the steps of the space-time jumper, completely and absolutely shrouding the tiny time-space jumper in the shadow.

What are the obstacles?

The huge natal chart rotates slowly, seemingly heavy but silently.It puts each turning point of fate in the right place, waiting for the right time to stimulate them, and the script is history.

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☆、1943-2001

Harry left.

Tom heard the news from Jon.The dark eyes of the descendant of Slytherin turned red in an instant, as if they were about to drip blood.

Jon was taken aback by the boy's eyes, but the boy who thought he would be furious was unexpectedly calm, as if he was discussing today's weather: "Oh, I see."

Jon couldn't imagine, with those red eyes, how could he make such a calm gesture?This strong sense of disobedience made the wise witch instinctively feel bad.

Jon felt that these few days were probably the few days when she was surprised the most.She frowned, looked up at the young man's eyes, and what caught her eyes was black as quiet as an ancient pond. It seemed that the redness at that moment was just her illusion.Is it really her illusion?

"It's Harry, he's leaving." The short-haired woman couldn't help frowning, and said again.

Tom Riddleton, who was taller than her, gave a pause, but suddenly showed a flawless smile: "I heard that, Miss Jon. Can I go then?"

Jon frowned, watching the tall and handsome young man walk away vigorously, without any wavering in his steady steps.As he always thought, he felt the unshakable strength.But Jon felt something was wrong, when did Tom become so strange?Even Harry.

The Slytherin prefect returned to his exclusive dormitory. The dormitory was not big, but he was alone.

Tom irritatedly tore off the neat and beautiful bow tie at the neckline, threw it on the bed, took a deep breath, and calmed down his restless emotions.

None of this is normal!

With no one present, Slytherin could vent his emotions without repressing his churning thoughts.No one was present, so no one saw those blood-red eyes, which were more colorful than the setting sun, giving people a sense of cold and broken beauty.

Yes, none of this is normal.

The long-lost, suffocating pain spread in his chest again, although it was small, it was so clear that it could not be ignored.This feeling is familiar to Tom.During the Christmas break in his first grade, he felt this emotion, spending seven days alone at No. 15 London Street.

The handsome and tall boy took another deep breath.With his movements, that feeling seemed to fade a lot.

It's just residual toxins!Slytherin told himself so.

He beckoned, and with a flying curse, he summoned a box engraved with runes from under the bed to his face.Opening the box, it looked like the diary with the black cover lay inside.

He took the diary away to reveal the miscellaneous collections below, and the sources of the collections all came from his adoptive father, Harry Potter.

Tom looked at his collection and chuckled.Looking back, it was so disgusting, so stupid, so ridiculous.Tom went to the trash can and emptied everything into it without hesitation, including the bullet with Harry's blood on it, and his broken holly wand.

The next morning, there will be elves to collect them, dump them in some garbage dump, and disappear under a special spell.

Tom looked at the pile of "garbage" with cold eyes, and chuckled with endless complacency—yes, it was just a residue.

You see, he can still abandon his thoughts so ruthlessly.

Slytherin's crazy and paranoid behavior is undoubtedly to prove his pathetic "unshakable strength".But the cracks have already appeared, no matter how strong the castle is, as the cracks grow larger, under the accumulation of quantity, it will transform into a qualitative change, and then collapse suddenly.

"Tom, your reaction is very strange this time." Abraxas stared at the boy's side face, observed for a long time before speaking.Although Malfoy was frivolous, they had absolute insight, "I know, Harry left."

Tom lazily turned a page of the book, his dark eyes were fixed on the paper, and he looked absent-minded, even answering in such a casual tone: "Jon has already told me, you don't need to tell me again .”

Malfoy played with his platinum-blonde long hair that fell to his shoulders, and stared at the boy with a pair of gray-blue eyes, with a half-smile: "What? Are you tired of playing?"

"...It's really ruthless, I thought you had a lot of obsession with him." Malfoy smiled lightly, but when he received the gaze from the librarian, he shrugged boringly, so he had to shut his mouth obediently and began to regret Why did he follow Tom to the library.

Harry left, and Tom's actions became more and more aggressive-he began to travel at night.Of course, in the name of the prefect, this is called night watch.

The purpose of the night watch?For the Chamber of Secrets, of course.

Think of the legacy of Slytherin!Slytherin, one of the four giants, is the thing he inherited mediocre?Finding the Chamber of Secrets is equivalent to gaining the power of Slytherin!

Power has a fatal attraction to Tom Riddle, so that when he thinks of it, the emotion that must be obtained will flow from his eyes. Although his facial features are handsome and exquisite, once he is smudged by that expression, he will also Terribly ferocious.

"Tom, why don't you go back to the dormitory?" An old and kind voice came from behind, with a hint of teasing, "Wouldn't you invite friends to meet in the bathroom?"

Albus Dumbledore.

Tom turned around, the expression in his eyes already belonged to the vitality of a young man, but it was a pity that the hypocrisy was disgusting.

"Professor Dumbledore, good evening." Tom hooked the corners of his mouth, put his hands behind his back, and made a respectful and humble look, but the oppressive feeling of power emanating from his body made it impossible to ignore his existence. "I'm just inspecting. The bathroom seems to be more prone to accidents recently." That's right, didn't that girl die in the bathroom?

The wise old man's eyebrows trembled, and the eyes under the half-moon glass also darkened.The old man has no children, so the students are his children. Although Mei Ni is not a student of Hogwarts, how can the loss of a life not make people feel sad?

The old man looked at the young man in front of him carefully, remembering Harry's intentional or unintentional warning three or four months ago, the old man with the brown-red beard couldn't help but grow older.

The matter of Mei Ni is definitely not that simple, and the boy in front of him, although there is no evidence, but judging from Harry's expression and behavior at the time, he has nothing to do with Tom.How wise is the old man?

But he chose the same neglect as Harry, selfishly, just because Tom Riddle was his student.

"Tom, don't do anything wrong, Harry will be sad." Albus faced the boy, his blue eyes were like the farthest sky.The old man said seriously, warning, comforting, but also encouraging.

"Okay, I don't think Tom will mind if I go back and enjoy my lemon candy first?" The old man immediately restrained his expression again, and he looked joking, which made Tom feel inexplicably unhappy.

"Okay, Professor."

Tom turned and left.Dumbledore definitely knew something when he said that.But Slytherin wasn't worried.

What can that old bee do to him?Even if it was announced to the public that he planned this incident alone, he didn't care whether anyone would believe it or not.He doesn't even care about Harry anymore, does he still care about how other people accuse and spurn him?

The teenager lets it go with impunity, savoring his "unshakable strength".

The jingling sound in the ear finally stopped, the eardrum stopped vibrating, and the nasal cavity became unobstructed again.Breathing in gulps of air, Harry dropped to the cold floor, trying to curl himself up and reduce the frequency of his visceral spasms.

This is the first time he has returned to reality on his own initiative before the agreed time, and the last jump is only 12 months from the past time, but only three days from the real time.

Hermione said that with his body, he can only withstand the intensity of a time-space jump back and forth in five days.Five days, in the past, was about two years.

No one is in the lab.Hermione probably didn't expect Harry to be back four days early either.With no one to support him, Harry could only lie on the floor in embarrassment, waiting for the sharp pain to subside.

It was still February in 2001, and Harry wore a lot of clothes, but he couldn't stand the chill even if he was stuck on the cold floor.But the icy cold touch made the drowsy head of the pain wake up a lot.

Tom's Horcrux was successfully made.In the first moment when the head was sober, this idea popped up.

"You can't change history, because this is a game that the horoscope has set up long ago!" Two Hermiones appeared in his mind, one with a stern expression, saying like this.

But the other patted him on the shoulder, and the line of his jaw was extremely soft: "Your existence cannot be erased. Harry, no matter how you change the trajectory of history, your horoscope cannot kill you. Your existence, That's the biggest bargaining chip. So, do what you want."

Harry licked his lips, got up from the floor, and hunched over towards the door.

He needs Hermione, he needs Ron, he needs anyone to give him advice, even if he can't give advice, it's good to think with him.

"Lord, at around ten o'clock this morning, almost the entire Dumbledore's Army saw Harry Potter... crawling out of the laboratory."

The Duke of Darkness became interested, as if the opponent's embarrassed and incompetent appearance was right in front of his eyes: "Huh? Climbing?"

The person whose face was hidden under the black cloak was also embarrassed for a while: "I probably can't say crawling, but... it looks painful."

"I also said, when did Harry Potter become a dog's name!" The minions gathered around the Dark Lord laughed arrogantly, insulting their opponents as much as they could, as if this