[HP] 47 Days Transformation

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"I'm special, too," said Dumbledore.

"Proveit!" The child looked at Dumbledore intently.

The wardrobe behind him was instantly covered by the rising flames.The orange-red firelight imprinted in Tom's pure black eyes, adding a bright color to those deep eyes.

Harry could clearly see the child, who had been calm until now, couldn't help an ecstatic smile, finding its own kind of ecstasy.

He...has been alone for a long time...

"Hogwarts does not allow stealing." Dumbledore looked at the small items he spread on the bed, and explained patiently, "At Hogwarts, we must not only learn how to use magic, but also learn how to use magic. to control it."

Tom stood beside the items, looking up at Dumbledore, stubbornly unwilling to admit his mistake.

Dumbledore got up and picked up the handbag he had placed beside the bed, the long scarf thrown in the air by his movement.He is leaving.

"I can still talk to snakes!" Tom raised his voice, his pure black eyes flickered, and he looked at Dumbledore steadfastly.

The child stood stubbornly beside the bed, and he, who was always arrogant, seemed hurried and flustered at this moment.He seemed to be hoping for something, and asked, "Is it normal for a person like me?"

Such a proud person, who would have thought that he would ask so humblely——Am I normal?

"Sir, sir, are you okay?" The thin young girl came in with a bottle in her arms.

Harry quickly jumped out of his memory and looked into Tom's eyes.The child didn't care that the strangers had been staring at him. His eyes focused on the milk bottle that the girl was holding, and he let go of the fist he was biting in his mouth, and waved it around.

"Oh, here you are." The girl adjusted the child's crib to a certain angle of inclination, and handed over the half-filled bottle.

Perhaps Slytherin's dominance and monopoly are inherently hidden in his bones.The baby, who was less than half a meter tall, hugged the feeding bottle tightly with both hands, as if afraid that someone would snatch it away.Probably because of itchy gums, Tom bit the pacifier with such vigor that it is not difficult to see his future character.

When the girl snatched the bottle out of Tom's hands, the nipple was covered with drool, and the translucent mouth of the bottle was bitten beyond recognition.

The child babbled in dissatisfaction, and when the girl filled the bottle with milk again and replaced it with a new pacifier to feed the other children, she was almost screaming in anger.

"Miss, Tom..." Harry licked his lips and asked with a frown.

The young girl seemed to be in the same situation: "Tom has a strong desire to be exclusive, and he absolutely refuses to share his own things with others. But the orphanage hasn't had time to buy yet..."

Harry walked to Tom's crib, and watched the child put his fist into his mouth again and began to chew, and couldn't help feeling a little fond.

Those pure black eyes flashed in front of him again, and he was asking, "Is it normal for a person like me?"

Harry suddenly wanted to hug him.

He carefully lifted the child's head, and wrapped his other hand around the child's soft body.Probably just after drinking milk, her soft body still smells like milk.

"Sir!" Seeing that he had picked up Tom, the girl hurriedly tried to stop him.

When she expected to hear the baby cry, Tom babbled a few times.

Harry watched the baby in his arms pushing his clothes unhappily with his hands, with a bitter expression on the verge of crying, and quickly put Tom back on the crib.

When Harry let go of his hand completely, little Tom burst into tears.

Harry panicked completely, neither hugging nor not hugging.

"Miss, this..."

"He, he...Maybe the posture you hold him makes him uncomfortable. You can let him lie on your shoulders." Although the girl was also puzzled by this, she directed Harry to pick up Tom and let Harry change his position. Take a pose.

Little Tom lay on Harry's shoulders, his limp and weak body could only rely on Harry's support.The child's crying gradually became quieter, as if he was attracted by the scenery seen in this way.

Children's memory is surprisingly good. No one knows how much they can remember when they are born, let alone how long they can remember.

But Tom grabbed his shirt with one hand as if remembering Harry, and wrapped his other hand around his soft hair, pulling slightly, making Harry feel his presence clearly.Little Tom put his face on Harry's shoulder, and the strange and funny voice rolled out of the child's throat, which made Harry laugh for a while.

Harry supported him with one hand, and patted his back gently with the other, feeling the warmth from the lump of flour on his body.

He still has to go.

He touched the delicate and soft hair on the top of the child's head, and put him into the girl's arms just like five months ago.

"Come on, say goodbye to Mr. Potter." The girl softly coaxed Tom who refused her embrace.

Tom's beautiful eyes stared at Harry, and the focus of his eyes only fell on him. The clever man seemed to have noticed something, and he waved his arms anxiously to return to that embrace, babbling and saying something What, tears seem to have begun to gather in the eye sockets.

"Miss, can you...help me take care of him." Although Harry felt that such words were extremely pale, he couldn't help but speak.

"I can see that Mr. likes this child very much, why not..."

Harry looked into Tom's clear eyes and smiled: "Yes, there will be that day."

The fate chart rotates silently, and the huge and complicated gear disc maintains everyone's past, present and future.

☆, September 2001, 1

The time jumper hanging around his neck began to spin rapidly, and Harry felt the feeling of being fast forward and something knocking in his ear again.

Finally, everything stopped, and he returned to the empty laboratory.

Harry almost collapsed against the wall to maintain a standing position, panting so hard that he couldn't speak, every time he jumped, he seemed to consume all his energy, but this time it seemed to be more serious.

"Harry, are you okay!" Hermione quickly helped him to sit down, and patted his back to help him breathe.

Hermione, who curled up her big chestnut hair, couldn't help but frowned. The hand on Harry's back seemed to be able to feel the chaotic and rapid heartbeat of the young man.

"I think we have to reduce the number of jumps, it will hurt you too much." Hermione looked at her friend's tired look worriedly, and shook her head worriedly.

After panting for a while, Harry had a break to speak: "I can bear it."

Hermione pursed her lips, deciding not to raise the issue with Harry.No matter how much he talks about it, he will still insist on continuing, and he always believes that this is his responsibility and obligation.

"How's your mission going?" Hermione changed the subject.

Harry frowned: "The time over there is May 1927, 5."

Five months passed.Hermione hurriedly wrote it down in her notebook.

"In this way, as long as you jump after 47 days, you can complete the task."

Harry hesitated for a moment.

"I want to go back."

Hermione stopped the rapid recording pen, looked up at the determined young man, and couldn't help frowning: "Why?"

"Perhaps... I can change Voldemort, just a little."

Hermione looked into her friend's eyes helplessly, spread her hands out of place, and creased a few shallow lines between her brows: "Your horoscope will not let you change the trajectory of history. And Harry, your body can't stand the short-term." Time, back and forth, multiple jumps!" Hermione even added three adjectives before jump.

"But the Time-Turner..."

"This is a time jumper, not a time turner! A time turner can be used multiple times a day, but a time jumper can't!" Hermione interrupted Harry, staring down at those silent stubborn eyes, and sighed helplessly. He let out a sound, squatted down | let himself be at eye level with him, "Harry, tell me, did you succeed in tampering with the horoscope?"

Harry looked down, thick eyelashes hiding the emotion in his eyes.

did not succeed.Whether it was trying to kill Voldemort or trying to change the environment in which Tom grew up, it was unsuccessful.

"There is no wrong move on the fate board, and every move is prescribed." Hermione gritted her teeth and said ruthlessly, seeing her friend's silent expression.She was going to break Harry's mind, for his body.

"Maybe I'm the uncontrollable pawn." Harry looked up at Hermione, his curly hair hanging in front of his eyes, covering his smooth forehead, "Even if it can't change him to become Voldemort fact, but my existence is a change."

Hermione straightened up and shook her head excitedly: "No, the horoscope will erase the memory of your existence. Voldemort will not remember your presence. If he remembered your existence, he would not have killed your parents so cruelly, I don't want you to die so badly!"

Harry fell silent suddenly.

Hermione suddenly reacted and stopped speaking abruptly.She stretched out her hand, hesitated for a while, and pressed Harry's messy hair: "I didn't mean to... mention your parents."

Harry shook his head and said it was okay.

"Harry, you are our hope, you can't ignore your body just because of this." Hermione tried hard to bend the corner of her mouth, patted Harry's cheek, and exclaimed again, "Why are you so cold! "

Hermione quickly put her hands over Harry's face, trying to warm his skin.Frowning and not looking at Harry, he realized that his windbreaker and scarf to keep out of the cold were gone.

"Where are your clothes?"

Harry felt the dry temperature on his face, and then realized the icy coldness in the surrounding air.He shivered quickly, shrunk his shoulders in an attempt to drive away all the cold, pulled out his wand and cast several warming spells on himself before saying with chattering teeth, "I forgot in the orphanage."

Ron was hurt.

When he and Hermione had just stepped out of the laboratory, Ginny, who was anxiously circling outside the laboratory, quickly greeted him.Ginny didn't look too good either.One of the sleeves was torn, and there were scorched black marks left by the curse on his face, his knees were scratched and blood was bubbling, and his dazzling red hair was full of unsightly grit and dust.

"In the wounded room." Ginny nodded to Hermione, who hurried to the wounded room without even taking off her white research robe.

Harry wanted to follow, but Ginny grabbed his wrist.

The 19-year-old girl has experienced the baptism of war and has become more mature and brave. Even her always bright eyes have become sharper.

"We have captured a very interesting prisoner." Ginny smiled at him, and the blood stains on her face that hadn't been wiped off seemed to be a decoration on her face, so hot that Harry couldn't help laughing too.

Ginny tightened her fingers on his wrist: "Follow me."

Harry let her lead him, and walked towards the interrogation room that had been temporarily set up.

"Hahahaha, the light is about to fall!" Weird and sharp laughter came from the interrogation room with the closed door, mixed with Percy's cold snort.

Ginny glanced at the door helplessly, then turned to Harry and said, "We can't help it either, he said he only told Harry Potter."

Harry smiled and opened the door.

Because of the necessity of the interrogation, the interrogation room was terribly sealed, except for the chairs and the table, it was simply a secret room without the light of day.There is no window, so there is no light, only relying on the flickering dark green magic lamp on the table.Such an environment can give people an extremely depressing feeling.

"Harry, your complexion is not very good." Percy turned his head and saw that it was Harry, so he couldn't help but say something.

Harry touched his cheek, but it was still cold to the touch of his fingers.He smiled indifferently: "Probably because I'm wearing less clothes."

Three meters away from the table, an ugly Death Eater was tied up. His torn clothes could not cover the terrifying Dark Mark on his arm.Seeing Harry coming in, he listened to Percy's worrying words, and laughed harshly: "Hahaha, Mr. Savior, please take care of your health, the Lord said that he would take your life with his own hands!"

"Hmph!" Percy snorted coldly, got up from the chair to let Harry sit down, and then leaned against the table.

The Death Eater stared at Percy with a strange expression: "I said it was only for Mr. Potter!"

Percy frowned, looking at Harry, hesitating.

"It's fine." Harry drew his wand.

Percy had no choice but to slowly walk out of the interrogation room. When he reached the door, he told Harry uneasy: "I'm right outside, just call and I'll know."

After watching Percy go out and close the door, Harry rubbed his temples, sat down on the chair, and looked at the Death Eaters three meters away.

"Tell me what Voldemort said."

The Death Eater stared obsessively at the Dark Mark wriggling on his arm, quacked a few times, and said, "As expected of the savior, you actually called Lord by his name! Lord asked me to bring you a message, and you will definitely do it for me." The memory in the Horcrux will pay the price!"

As Harry listened, he couldn't help but think of little Tom lying restlessly in someone's arms, stretching out his arms towards him.

"The fate chart will erase the memory of your existence, and Voldemort will not remember your presence!"

These words are like what I said a second ago, and they still linger in my ears.

Harry almost reluctantly opened the corners of his mouth, showing an extremely ugly smile, trying to pretend not to be affected, and asked with a smile: "Didn't Voldemort always look down on those so-called memories of growing up the most? Did I pay the price?"

"Because..." The Death Eater's eyes widened suddenly, and he leaned forward trying to get closer to Harry, "The Lord wants to become stronger, and the Lord wants to eliminate all weaknesses."

Harry's heart suddenly hung up—Voldemort actually noticed his own weakness...

"Hahahahaha, when you meet the Lord next time, he will definitely be stronger, more energetic, and more...perfect!" The Death Eater lowered his voice, squinted his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Harry felt his heart beating like a drum, and it could burst open his chest almost in the next second.

He couldn't bear it anymore and stood up from the chair, the sudden dizziness made his eyes black.After the black spots faded a bit, he took a step and pushed open the door of the interrogation room.The oppressive environment inside really made him feel breathless.

"Are you all right?" Percy and Ginny quickly gathered around.

Harry shook his head, "It's fine."

"You look ugly, go and have a rest." Ginny said, and was about to step forward to help him.

Harry immediately took a step back, shook his head and smiled, "I'll go back by myself, and you should also go back and rest, you have so many wounds on your body."

Ginny pursed her lips, smiled too, waved to Percy and Harry briskly, and turned to leave.

Seeing the back of Ginny leaving, Percy quickly asked, "What did he say?"

Harry pondered for a while, looked up into Percy's eyes, and said very seriously: "I have to ask again. He said that the next time we meet, Voldemort will be even stronger and more perfect. Voldemort must be preparing something, and it's best to ask Herr Min said."

"I understand." Percy replied after pondering for a while, "Go and rest quickly, your face is as white as snow."

Harry laughed, how could it be so exaggerated.

"George, Fred!" Harry stopped the Weasley twins who were laughing and passing by in the corridor. The two with wounds on their faces were joking with each other, and they turned around when they heard Harry's call.

"Oh! Harry!" The two brothers rushed up and gave Harry a warm hug.

Harry smiled and accepted the hug from the two.

"Can I do something without you?"

The two brothers laughed heartily and hooked each other's shoulders tacitly at the same time.

"Help you get everything done, and you are satisfied!"

"As long as you pay, tell me, Harry, what's the matter?"

Harry licked his lips, and looked anxiously at both sides of the corridor. After making sure that no one was coming, he looked at the Weasley brothers with a funny face.

"What? Still sneaking around?"

George took a step back exaggeratedly: "We are businessmen with a conscience, we don't do murder and arson!"

Harry looked at the two laughing helplessly, and said very quickly:

"I hope you can help me get an ID card for me, a valid ID card that was born in 1906, and I need enough pounds to buy a house."

Fred patted Harry on the shoulder with interest: "Hermione doesn't know!"

Harry shook his head obediently.

"Is it related to your time-jumping mission?" George also approached.

Harry still shook his head obediently.

George and Fred clapped hands, opened their mouths, and gave Harry a big smile: "I like this idea, we're done!"

Harry also smiled as he watched the two walk away with their shoulders crossed.

☆、January 2001-1, 2

Harry shuffled back to his room.They are now just an underground camp, and even their positions can only be set up secretly on the border between Muggles and wizards.Not only the Ministry of Magic, even Hogwarts has been gradually tended to be controlled by Voldemort. Most of the public opinion has turned to Voldemort. The original savior Harry Potter has become an underground element who is still on the run. Hope It's getting dimmer.

He slumped on the simple military bed without even taking a bath. The soreness in his whole body caused by jumping in time and space has been tormenting him, but too much busyness temporarily paralyzed him, and he curled up when he suddenly stopped. Bear.

Hermione must not know, or she will do everything possible to prevent this experiment.

"He will definitely be stronger, more energetic, and more...perfect!" The Death Eater's words lingered in his mind like a spell, and he couldn't even try to forget it.

Harry hadn't turned on the light, and it was dark in the small, shabby room.Harry just curled up on the bed, eyes open.

Two faces appeared alternately in my mind, with chalky skin and blood-red eyes, jet-like hair and midnight-like eyes.

Every scene is so clear.

In the fourth grade, the last game of the Triwizard Tournament, he and Cedric were taken to Riddle's graveyard. On the night of Voldemort's rebirth, Voldemort was surrounded by Death Eaters, pointing wands at him, with a hoarse and sharp voice : "I want you to watch how I kill you, I want to see the light disappear from your eyes!"

That almost maniacal resentment expression terrified Harry.

Voldemort hated the light.Because he has always lived in the darkness, in the darkness of being abandoned by his parents, in the darkness of being an orphan, and in the darkness of being called a monster. The current Slytherin can only carefully conceal his orphan origin.He hates light because God did not give him light. He hates justice because justice makes him suffer more.

As long as, as long as he tries to change, even a little bit...

But as long as he thinks like this, the snake face in his mind becomes clearer, he smiles ferociously, and hisses at him, "I will kill you with my own hands."

He is still the same, nothing has changed, and there will be no change.

Harry buried his head in the pillow, feeling the dull pain in his chest due to the lack of oxygen, and his heart was filled with unspeakable disappointment and frustration.

Hermione was right, horoscopes are immutable.Voldemort could never be what he imagined.

The loss and powerlessness gradually spread from the chest area to the whole body. Is his persistence meaningful?

The pain in the body seemed to ease a little.Harry moved his limp hands and feet, sat up in bed, and swayed to take a shower.

Maybe it was because of his physical discomfort. When Harry woke up, it was already broad daylight, and Hermione and the others were already busy.The pain in the body has eased a lot, or is it numb after a long time of pain?Harry got up from the bed and stepped out of his room after washing up.

"Harry, Hermione told you to come over!" Seeing him appear, Ginny hurriedly asked him to go to the laboratory.

The blood on Ginny's face had been washed away, and the black and red marks were gone, but there was a long and thin scratch left on the side of her face, from her cheekbones to her temples.But she smiled brightly, and didn't care about these small wounds at all, holding her face up as if it were a medal.

Harry watched her smile, and his mouth parted as if infected too.

"Harry, I think we're in trouble."

Just stepped into Hermione's office which is also a laboratory. Hermione was lying on the desk writing something, and said to Harry without looking up.

"What's the matter?" Harry walked to the desk and took a document - it was the training plan for Dumbledore's Army.

Hermione looked up, her expression serious.

"Percy interrogated the Death Eater all night, and you know what he's doing."

"Huh? Asked what?" Harry put down the file and looked at Hermione as well.

Hermione pursed her lips with a complicated expression, as if she was thinking about how to speak.

"It's more trouble than we thought. Voldemort isn't just looking for his weaknesses, he's fusing Horcruxes."

"Fusion?" Harry obviously didn't expect Voldemort to make such a move.

Hermione shrugged, quite helplessly: "I heard from that Death Eater that Voldemort already has a nose, Harry, don't laugh!"

Harry obediently suppressed his smile.He suddenly thought of something: "Hermione, Voldemort wants to retrieve his 20-year-old memory, then..."

"Yes, that's what I came to you for. According to time reasoning, Voldemort stored the memory of the 20-year-old in Slytherin's locket."

Harry frowned, and began to rummage around, and finally found the delicate locket in the middle of his clothes.He held the locket down in front of Hermione by the chain.

"The whereabouts of Gryffindor's sword is unknown, and there is no way for us to return to Hogwarts, Harry, and there is no way for us to destroy this Horcrux. So, put it away, and don't let Voldemort get it."

Harry nodded: "Of course I understand."

"And there is one more problem." Hermione put down the pen in her hand and straightened her sitting posture, "Harry, you must be mentally prepared. Voldemort who has fused with Horcruxes will be more rational and powerful, maybe we..."

Harry understood what Hermione hadn't said.He smiled heartily, the black-haired young man was wearing glasses, the green eyes under the lenses were bright and bright, and there was a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"We only have this option, don't worry too much. I'll go and see Ron!" He smiled and waved, turned and stepped out of the laboratory.

The wounded room was huge, and the neat but densely arranged beds made Harry almost turn sideways.The bandaged wounded put wooden boards between the beds and played cards happily.

Harry watched them laughing bitterly, shaking his head and lamenting their optimism.

"Ron?" Harry finally saw a smear of fiery red hair on the furthest bed.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron, with his arms hanging from his neck in bandages, swept Harry excitedly.Harry was afraid that if he accidentally shook his injured hand, it would hurt even more.

"How is it?" Harry sat down beside his bed.

Ron raised his hand that was wrapped like a rice dumpling, pointed to his legs that could barely move, and smiled brightly: "That's it."

"Oh, that's right!" Ron reacted as if he suddenly remembered something, staring at Harry with sparkling eyes, "How about your plan? Have you seen the 20-year-old Voldemort?"

Harry smiled wryly: "I'm not 20 years old, but I saw a newborn!"

"Hahaha, so you went to that hotel! How about it, is that hotel really delivering demons?"

Harry frowned, puzzled.He hesitated for a while, and asked, "What is the hotel where the devil is delivered?"

"Hey, don't you know!" Ron looked at Harry strangely, with a natural look on his face, "Didn't it say that Voldemort was born in an inn where demons were delivered?"

"Hotel?" Harry heard the heart in his chest begin to 'pound' quicken, his eyes widened, and he grabbed Ron's arm excitedly, "wasn't he born at the gate of the orphanage?"

"Aww! It hurts, let go, Harry!" Ron groaned wildly as he looked at the bandaged arm that Harry was holding in his hand.

Harry quickly let go of Ron's hand and looked at Ron eagerly.

Ron blew his hands distressedly in an attempt to relieve the pain, and looked at Harry complainingly: "Who told you that he was born at the gate of the orphanage? He was born in a hotel! Harry, what's wrong with you? I don't know anything about this..."

Harry didn't have time to apologize, and turned to the wounded lying on another hospital bed and asked eagerly, "Ernie, where was Voldemort born?"

"Mysterious man? A hotel in London! What's wrong?" Ernie looked at Ron suspiciously, and Ron shrugged to express that he didn't understand.

"I have to go find Hermione!" Harry stood up from the bed with a 'bas', and walked towards Hermione's laboratory without looking back.

Harry could feel his heart beating happily.

Voldemort's place of birth has been changed, and everyone's cognition has also changed.

Hope, maybe this is hope.

Even though Hermione said that the horoscope didn't care about these details, seeing such a change with his own eyes still made him ecstatic. The hope that had been dimming was like a flame suddenly rising, and it was so full that it almost overflowed from his chest.

Since the horoscope doesn't care about these details, then he will change these details. No one can foresee the change from quantity to quality!

He couldn't wait to share the joy with Hermione now.He wants to jump through time and space again!

"Hermione!" He couldn't wait to step into Hermione's office and explained the changes to Hermione in detail.

Hermione frowned, with a dazed look on her face: "What? Wasn't Voldemort born in an inn?"

Harry smiled, showing a row of white teeth, and smiled very beautifully: "Yes, he was born in the hotel."

Before the change, everyone thought it was unbelievable, but after the change, it became a matter of course.

"Hermione, when are we going to do the next jump?" Harry asked, leaning over Hermione's desk.

"In 46 days." Hermione studied the documents in her hand and replied without looking up.

"No, I..."

Hermione closed the folder immediately, and met Harry's eyes very seriously: "Your medical examination report comes out, you need at least five days of recuperation before your body can initially have the experience of going back and forth, otherwise, there will be The way it is now. Does it hurt, Harry?"

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Well, it feels good after you get used to it."

Hermione sighed, her brown eyes shone with wisdom and rationality: "Harry, I am not against your idea of ​​tampering with your horoscope, but my agreement is only based on the condition that you are safe and sound. Don't make us worry , Harry." Hermione looked at Harry intently, waiting for his answer.

"I'll be all right." Harry looked into those eyes and smiled.

Five days had passed, but Hermione had absolutely no intention of jumping again.

Five days in reality, but 25 months have passed over there.So Tom was almost three years old, too.

These days, almost everyone is too busy to recover.Like a spinning top, Harry stayed at the training ground almost all day, practicing Dumbledore's army, researching combat strategies, or supplementing the defensive magic of the position.

It was only when he was lying on the bed late at night that Harry could imagine a little bit what a three-year-old Voldemort looked like.But before he could figure out why, sleepiness had overwhelmed him.He didn't even have time to worry.

On the sixth day, with the help of powerful potions, Ron, with his arms still hanging around his neck, finally appeared on the training ground.Harry handed over all the work to Ron without any psychological burden, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"My God! How did you speed up the progress so much!" Ron looked at Harry incredulously, and bound his thumbs with his bandaged hands.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry, who was free, rubbed his aching temples and asked Ron wearily.He finally had time to find Hermione.

Ron thought for a while: "It should be in the laboratory. She seems to have a meeting with Zhang Qiu and Luna."

"I see." Harry smiled, waved to Ron, and almost trotted to the laboratory.

"I want to...take back...the time jumper." Hermione's voice came faintly from inside the door, and she could only make out these few words.

"What about the task..." followed by Zhang Qiu's voice.

…Harry didn't care what Luna said anymore. He held the time jumper hanging on his chest, gritted his teeth, and turned the turntable of the jumper, and the jumper began to spin rapidly.

☆、1932 years

He was Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle of the Orphanage.

What age is four years old?Should be nestled in the arms of parents and crying to buy fancy toys, should be mischievous enough to upset the food on the table, should be running around with a group of children to play pranks.

For Tom, four years old is an unembarrassing and unembarrassing age.Since the death of the young nurse, it has become increasingly difficult for him to survive.

Two- and three-year-old children still have a certain amount of food to ensure their growth. Seven- and eight-year-old children can take advantage of their strength and height to snatch enough food from others, and four-year-olds are the best hunted ones. .

The fat woman in the orphanage was carrying a basket of dry bread, with a reluctance on her face, and she was very rudely stuffing the dry bread into everyone's hands. If she tried to take one more, she would beat and kick her. The original one was confiscated.Tom was so hungry that he didn't give up, and grabbed the bread from the basket while the woman didn't react like a chestnut in the fire. Sometimes he was found, his stomach hurt from being kicked, and he was hungry; sometimes he didn't find it, He hid under the bed and wolfed down the shriveled bread. Without water to mix it, the dry and wrinkled bread made his throat hurt, and he would choke again. He coughed for a long time and couldn't respond.

After successfully stealing like this two or three times, he was targeted by that group of people.

Tom didn't remember their names, or didn't intend to.Four or five seven or eight-year-old boys, no matter how thin they were, were much taller than this four-year-old boy.

"Give us what you stole! Or I'll tell Aunt Fernie!" Fernie was that fat, vicious woman.

"I've already eaten it!" He could only answer with his neck held back to suppress all his fears, holding two shriveled buns in his hands behind his back, and he was only four years old.

The boy holding the rabbit all the time pointed to his hand behind his back and shouted: "It's in his hand!"

The lead boy was the first to pounce.The other boys followed suit.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.Their fists grew heavier, for Tom's hand, which hid the bread, was clenched so tightly that they could not break it.

Maybe it was the ruthlessness in his bones that gave him the strength to rush out from the boy's encirclement. He violently tore open the bread in his hands, kneaded it into dry powder, threw it on the ground, and used his feet The pulverized bread cubes were trampled and grinded desperately.Before they could react, the two shriveled bread heads had been crushed into powder and mixed with the soil on the ground, with his messy footprints on them.

"Hit to death!"

The fists and feet fell down even more angrily, and Tom squatted on the ground, trying to protect his soft belly, with a crazy pleasure on his face covered with wounds and bruises.

That can only be mine, if I don't want to give it to you, then destroy it!

Later, he was locked in the basement for three full days.For stealing bread many times.

There is no doubt, it must be those people who sued!

Tom sat down in the dark corner of the basement and curled up.

"Tom? Tom? Why are you locked up again?"

That boring woman again?Tom snorted disdainfully, still curled up in the corner without any intention of moving.

"Tom, I brought you some candy and put it in your room. You can go get it later."

candy?Such flashy things do to an orphan