[HP] 47 Days Transformation

for what?Do orphans who can't even fill their stomachs care what candy tastes like?Put it in the room, it must have been taken away by now.Doing so only invites envy and more disgust.

Tom looked at the self-confident woman coldly through the iron fence.

In the dark basement, only those bright wolf-like eyes on the other side of the fence could be seen. The cold eyes made the woman back a little.

"Then, I'll go back first..."

The four-year-old child looked at the back of the woman who was almost running away, and his mind was clearer than anyone else.

The woman was afraid of him, afraid of his un-childlike gaze, afraid of his un-childlike expression, but out of guilt towards him, she had no choice but to see him.

Why feel guilty?Wasn't it because she was pregnant with a child and was unable to raise two babies, so she had to abandon him and send him to an orphanage?

The woman was always talking to him about Mr. Potter who never showed up.

"He's a great guy who cares about you."

Even the young nurse who died three months ago said so.

"Mr. Potter will definitely come to pick you up! He asked me to take good care of you."

Tom tugged at the green grass beneath his feet, wishing he could get rid of everything that was strong and alive.

He hated that Potter, very much!

Now that you have said such things, why don't you come to pick him up?Since he cared so much about them, why didn't anyone come to help him when he was beaten and starved? "I will definitely come back to pick you up"?It's just a lie fabricated on the spur of the moment!

The hatred in his heart was completely exposed on his face, no one would have thought that a four-year-old child would have such a sinister expression.

The children in the orphanage had nothing to do, and the orphanage had no money for them to study. Except for two English classes a week, they wandered around the streets of London for the rest of the time.Orphanages don't care about it. A child killed by a car can save them a person's bread.

Tom would stay out until four o'clock and he would be back at the orphanage, and he dared not stray too far from the orphanage.Only three or four minutes away, he was back in his room.

There was chaos in the small room, the neatly folded quilt on the bed was pulled to the ground, and a few black footprints clearly showed that they stepped on the muddy ground on purpose.The uniforms issued by the orphanage in the closet were thrown on the ground, and some even had their sleeves cut off.

He could watch all this with a sneer, and the images of how to torture these people who provoked him repeatedly appeared in his mind, but when he saw the old black windbreaker crumpled up and thrown on the ground, he suddenly barked. With a row of teeth, it roared angrily like a wild animal.

He swore that he must find those people!Those pure black eyes were full of hostility, like a dangerous abyss hidden, trying to bury all his enemies.

With a gloomy face, he stepped over the scattered clothes all over the floor, and went straight to pick up the windbreaker that he was reluctant to fold.

It was a very old windbreaker, but the black waisted style looked very fashionable, and Tom thought it looked better than what he saw on the street through the glass.This windbreaker has been with him for five years. Whenever he feels sad or too cold, he takes off the windbreaker and wraps himself in it, which will make him much warmer.

Maybe, really...someone really cared about him?Just a little bit...that Mr. Potter...

Tom wrapped his whole body in an old windbreaker. The high-quality fabric was soft and warm, so comfortable that Tom almost closed his eyes.

"Tom, how about my new scarf?" The door was pushed open suddenly, and Tom, who was sitting on the bed and huddled himself into a ball, immediately woke up, staring at the person who opened the door like a vigilant wolf cub.

It was the boy who kept holding the rabbit.He triumphantly stroked the fur of the rabbit in his arms, holding his neck high.

Tom's pupils suddenly shrank into the eyes of a needle, and he stared intently at the extra scarf around the boy's neck—that gray-blue scarf that also looked quite old!The scarf left by Mr. Potter along with the windbreaker!

The four-year-old's eyes suddenly became extremely fierce. At this time, Tom was like a leopard ready to go. The sullen expression made the boy take a step back in fear.

"Give it back to me." The child's voice seemed so eerie.

The boy calmed down, reassuring himself that the four-year-old would not do anything to him.Tom watched the boy hold his rabbit, the disgusting fur of the rabbit brushing against his scarf, and his eyes were even more hostile.

"This is what I picked up, it's mine." The boy said firmly.

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked down hard to the ground, and the rabbit he was holding jumped away because of fright. Before he could react, his vocal cords were suppressed. I couldn't speak, and even breathing gradually became difficult.

The child's immature and thin face hangs above the line of sight, the eyes are as fierce as vultures, and the facial features are hideous and distorted. At this time, the four-year-old child is like a god of death.The boy at this time has no doubts, if no one stops him, he will definitely kill him!

"Oh! What are you two doing!" A hand suddenly pulled Tom away from the boy.Tom squeezed his numb fingers, gave the old woman who stopped him a cold look, and didn't intend to speak.

The boy got up from the ground, picked up the rabbit squatting beside him, looked carefully at his body and was still a little shivering: "Yes, it was me... I snatched Tom's scarf..."

The usually vicious old woman was also confused by this sentence. She looked at Tom suspiciously, and then at the boy who was still a little timid: "Okay, Billy, three days of confinement."

The scarf was handed over to Tom, and when the woman led the boy past Tom, Tom gave the boy a sinister smile, the meaning of which probably only he knew.

Later, the whole orphanage knew that there were two things in Tom's room that must not be moved, one was the windbreaker and the other was the scarf.

There is still not enough food in the orphanage, and they still need to rely on force to get food.

Tom knocked people down for the first time.The child released a piece of bread and a piece of cheese the size of a thumb from the boy who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up.He clutched the food in his hands, even though he was also injured, his ribs hurt from being kicked, and he could feel the pressure on his lungs when he took a breath, but he was still very happy.

There has never been any fairness in this world. The stronger you are, the better you will live.

Strong, he wants to become strong!

☆, September 1932, 11

1932 11 Month 19 Day.

It's winter again in London.Homeless people began to complain about the arrival of the coldest time of the year. The stray cats and stray dogs had found a shelter early, lying under the eaves of some house, waiting for the heavy snow to stop.

It was snowing profusely, and the path was already covered with a layer of silver.This year the snow fell extra early and the temperature was frighteningly cold.The price of any vegetable has doubled, and even carrots, which have never been recognized by the British, are much more expensive.

Wall Orphanage is also getting tougher.The meat that was originally provided once a week has not been presented to the table for a long time, and the daily bread has shriveled a lot, and it still smells musty.But the children here don't care about so much—they can't even fill their stomachs, so what do they care about the taste?

Behind the towering buildings of the orphanage, no one knows how many fights have been staged here. This place seems to be a black triangle divided by the children. Unscrupulous beatings, intimidation, and threats are all carried out in this corner. Even the orphanage All the administrators have acquiesced to the struggle in this area and ignored it.

On the newly spread snow, a candy-induced scramble is being staged.

"Hey, that woman brought you candy again, didn't she?" The big boy in the lead blocked the middle of the narrow corridor, cutting off the way forward.

The boys and girls leaning on the side laughed strangely, and imitated the voice of 'that woman' by pinching their throats: "Oh, Tom, why are you locked up again?"

Tom stood there, motionless, watching them coldly as if watching a circus.

The boy holding the rabbit followed the big man step by step. How could he, who had always disliked Tom, give up such a good opportunity to be sarcastic?He stroked the fur of the half-gray rabbit in his arms, and said in a sharp voice, "Tom, our family is too poor and we have to send you to an orphanage!"

The children standing beside them all laughed strangely.So what if there is sugar to eat?Haven't been abandoned to this kind of place?

"Bring out the candy, and we'll let you pass." They stood proudly in front of Tom, their smug faces completely unable to tell that they were still children in need of protection.The innocence that belongs to children is completely distorted under the pressure of existence, becoming more indifferent and terrifying.

That bag of sugar?He did not eat.The woman gave it away so many times, but she didn't understand that he didn't like sticky, sweet and greasy things like sugar.The bag was full of cheap candy, and he didn't touch a single one, it was placed dead silently in the corner of the room.

Tom sneered.No one dared to set foot in his room since Billy the idiot with the rabbit went in once and was almost strangled by him.

He didn't like the candy, but he didn't like giving it to these people even more.The things handed over to him belong to him, except for him willingly taking them out, who would dare to touch them?

"Otherwise we'll let you go out on your stomach!"

The skinny child suddenly showed a distorted smile, with black eyes and black hair, exactly like the demon king described in fairy tales.

"Ah!" A scream made all the children turn their heads.They were horrified to find that the boy standing at the farthest side who was booing had a big hole in his forehead, and blood gushed out. The strong color vision stimulation made the children terrified. There was a bloody brick at the boy's feet.

Who hit him?The children looked at each other.

Children are still children after all, at least they have always been punched and kicked, except for the bruises on their bodies and some internal organs with no blood visible injuries, when have they ever seen such a 'bloody' scene?

"Who is it! Come out!" The big guy in the lead shouted with his eyes wide open.

Billy, who was leaning against him, hugged the rabbit and huddled behind a group of children, disgustingly timid.The children looked around, trying to call out the attacker with threats.

The group of children searched in a panic, seeming to have completely forgotten Tom, who was stuck in the middle of them.

Tom looked at the boy, who was paler and paler from the blood loss, and suddenly smiled.Pure and clean as if it were a rewarded child.

Among the panic of a group of people, only Tom stood in the middle calmly, as if he had foreseen all this long ago.That smile is very strange in the eyes of others.

"It's you!" The big guy looked at the kid who was a head shorter than him with fear, and pointed at him with trembling fingers, "It's him! He did it! It must be him!"

The smile on Tom's face grew wider.

"But, but...he didn't come over!" A girl said tremblingly.

Yes, Tom didn't come over, there's no way he was bleeding; besides, let alone come over, he didn't even move!

"Strange, monster!" Billy shouted in horror, and was the first to turn around and run out of the narrow corridor.The children's emotions were suddenly moved, and the boys and girls who were taller than Tom ran away from the alley in fear.Even though Tom was only four years old, the unknown power in him terrified them.

"He's a monster!"

Tom stood alone in the alley that suddenly became empty, listening to the exclamation they left behind as they drove away.

monster?

What about monsters?Monsters can easily scare you, monsters can possess any food he wants, monsters... have a power that no one can match!

Tom smiled, put his thin skeleton hand in front of his eyes, and observed it repeatedly.

These hands made him feel the power, the supreme power!

With a casual move, the blood-stained brick floated lightly and flew in front of him.Tom stretched out his finger, wiped off the dark red blood stain on the brick, and wiped it on his palm, drawing a dark red blood stain.

"Hiss... Tom, don't you hate the one who hugs the rabbit, why don't you hit him with a brick?"

The hissing sound of the snake spitting out its core clearly reached his ears, and it was transformed into a line of text in his mind very naturally, and the communication was smooth and unimpeded.

"His worth is more than a brick..." The four-year-old smiled sullenly, the prey rolling in his eyes.The hissing sound in his mouth sounded extremely soft, as if it was still whispering in a child's sleep, but it made the snake cruising at his feet tremble.

Obviously only four years old.The snake hooked its tail and muttered inwardly.

Looking down at the chessboard from top to bottom, the fate board silently speeds up the progress of history—the magic power has been awakened, the talent has been revealed, and the character has been fixed. It is useless to go back in time as many times as you want.

As soon as he walked back to his room, he was immediately notified again—go to the lobby, there are guests coming.

What does this phrase mean in an orphanage?

——Someone came to adopt|adopt it, so hurry up and dress yourself up.

For this reason, the orphanage also specially made a set of clothes for all the children to wear under such circumstances. The clothes are as light as wearing a layer of paper, regardless of the quality.Tom tiptoed and took the old but clean scarf from the head of the bed, and wound it three or four times around his neck so that it wouldn't drag on the floor.

"I heard that the person who came this time is very young!"

Tom followed a large group of children with the same uniforms on them. Tom, who didn't bother to remember their names and appearances, felt that they were all the same and couldn't tell them apart.

Walking in front of him were three or four girls, chirping together.Every time someone comes for adoption, they have hope.

"He still has a big house! And he's not married yet!"

What does it mean to be unmarried?It means that there is no staring at their mistress with contempt, it means that there is no threat of biological children, and it means that the adopted children are less likely to be sent back to the orphanage.

Tom entered the hall with the others, and he remained silent throughout.

adoption?What's so good about being adopted!If you are adopted, you can't take what you want as you like, if you are adopted, you can't just wander around the street doing nothing, if you are adopted, you can't...

The four-year-old's eyes flickered, and he quickly pulled up the scarf to cover half of his face.

"Tom Hiss..." The snake hidden in his sleeve suddenly jumped into his hair, approached his ear, and hissed, "As long as you smile, that person will definitely choose you! You are prettier than them all ,Why……"

"No reason. I don't want someone to adopt|adopt me!"

The snake crawled down his neck and back to his wrist.The snake's brain is not strong enough to think about the twists and turns, it is simply curious, why does Tom use that gloomy expression every time?Why, you obviously hope that someone will care about him, but you insist on saying no?

After about three or four minutes, after almost all the children sat down in the hall, the drunken Mrs. Cole led the guest to come late.

"Ma'am, I just wanted to..."

"Come on, the children here are very good!" Before the male voice could finish, Mrs. Cole interrupted, "They must be waiting for you in the hall now!"

The door was pushed open.The bloated Mrs. Cole came in first, still holding a bottle of wine, staggering.

Immediately afterwards, a young man came out after her.

Hiding behind the crowd of children, Tom cast a casual glance at the young man.

The young man was very thin, his skin was as pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he looked even more fragile than those who came out of their orphanage, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.Tom didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that even his favorite dark green glass marble was not as beautiful as those eyes.The young man's hair seemed to have not been cut for a long time. The curly black hair covered his forehead, and the scar on his forehead was covered, only a little exposed, which made it hard for Tom to see clearly.

From the moment the young man stepped in, Tom felt that something hidden in his body was about to move, and his soul was tearing apart uneasily, clamoring to be separated.

"Tom, what's wrong with you?" The little snake wrapped around his arm keenly sensed the strangeness. The pulse on the child's wrist was beating very fast, even exceeding the normal heartbeat range.The snake bit Tom with its sharp teeth, and the special venom immediately spread from the wrist to the whole body, which made Tom wake up from the trance.

"fine."

After beating rapidly, the heart stopped suddenly, making Tom feel suffocated.But just for a while, all the abnormalities disappeared, as if they had never existed before.The blood rushes happily in the veins, no different from before.

Before Tom was surprised, he heard the drunken woman say, "This is Mr. Potter."

Mr Porter.

The boy who kept his head down suddenly raised his head, his suddenly narrowed pupils clearly reflected the reflection of that person.

☆, December 1932, 11 (19)

As soon as Harry stepped into the hall of the orphanage, a feeling of being suddenly sucked out of his body hit him, making Harry almost unable to stand.

He staggered, steadying his limp legs.The dizziness in front of his eyes was not much better, as far as he could see, there were black spots one after another in the retina, and the nerves connecting the sight in his brain throbbed as if being twisted, and the feeling of top-heavy made him extremely uncomfortable.

His body was worse than he imagined.Harry smiled wryly.

If it wasn't for his body, he should have arrived two years ago, but that reckless jump made him faint at the door of the laboratory, and fell into a coma for three days.When he woke up, he was forcibly detained by Hermione for another two days.He stayed in 2000 for about eleven days in total, so Tom should be almost five years old now.

After Harry stood still for a while, the feeling of being sucked out of his soul gradually disappeared, but the Slytherin locket, which had been kept close to him, suddenly moved, clamoring to escape from Harry's pocket.Harry frowned, and pressed the pocket, trying to stop its movement, but when his fingertips touched it, he was scorched by the scorching temperature.Harry didn't care where he was anymore, he took the locket by its slender chain and lifted it out of the magic-proof pocket.

The locket was opened.

Harry pursed his lips in shock, his pupils suddenly narrowed.The locket was opened, but there was no response, no demagogic Tom Riddle influence, no intoxicating spell control, not even a trace of magic, except for the astonishing temperature on the locket. arrive.Like a short-circuited electrical appliance, it turns into broken copper and iron after it radiates heat crazily.

This means... the Horcrux was destroyed!

The Slytherin locket, destroyed without any harm? !

"This is Mr. Potter."

Mrs. Cole's words made him react suddenly.Before he had time to think about it, he quickly put the destroyed locket back into his pocket, and after hiding it close to his body, he raised his eyes and looked helplessly at these well-behaved children sitting in front of his door.

Harry didn't intend to make such a big fuss, he just wanted to take Tom away.But before he could say Tom's name, Mrs. Cole graciously ordered all the children to come out and let him inspect it like a military parade.

"Ma'am, I just..." Harry tried to stop helplessly, but was interrupted immediately.

"Mr. Potter, these are good boys, they are all... very cute!" The drunk Mrs. Cole seemed to be in a good mood, she waved her arms exaggeratedly, the bottle in her hand was tilted, splashing a lot of liquor, Sprinkled all over the floor, "Come, say hello to Mr. Potter."

"Hello, Mr. Potter!" The child's voice was clear and loud.

Harry looked at the children.

The oldest was no more than ten years old, and the youngest was still held in the arms of the nanny.They were all dressed in uniform, and their black robes were as monotonous and depressing as a monastery. Each of them was pale and thin with prominent joints. Only those eyes looked at Harry timidly, their clean and clear eyes made people feel distressed.They brewed tears with ease, and blinked their eyes to make their eyeballs look more moist and pitiful.They have long been familiar with how to arouse the sympathy of others to the greatest extent.

Harry really relented too.He has also lived under the fence, and the helplessness is best understood only when he is in a similar situation.

Harry's world was very simple, so he didn't guess too much, and took it for granted that other people's worlds were that simple.

He tilted his head in embarrassment, trying not to look at them.He could not adopt so many children, nor could he adopt so many.But the eager eyes of those children made him feel as if he was carrying a heinous sin.

"I just want to adopt|adopt..." Harry suddenly felt a terrible dryness in his throat.

"Daddy... Daddy, I'm good, don't leave me here!" The child standing at the front suddenly squatted down, buried his head in the black clothes, and sobbed from under his curled arms, heart-piercing The lung-piercing pleading stopped Harry from speaking further.

The child squatted on the ground, his thin body seemed to be still trembling, and begged hoarsely: "I want to go home, I want to go home, I don't want rabbits anymore..."

"Billy! Don't cry anymore!" Mrs. Cole was annoyed by the child's crying, and raised her voice angrily.

The child seemed to be frightened, and his voice suddenly dropped a level, and the suppressed crying sounded even more distressing.

"Mrs. Cole, this is..."

The chubby and drunk old woman waved her arms indifferently: "He just thought of his father."

"Maybe Mr. Potter, you are very similar to his father. Billy is very well-behaved. His father bought him a rabbit that day, and he was very happy. Then his father left him in the orphanage and never came to pick him up again." Go home, so..." The old nanny, who knew the inside story, lowered her voice and explained the situation to Harry.

He was just a child, how could he bear to see himself abandoned by his own father... Harry felt oppressed.

An idea began to take shape in his mind—since he was trying to change Tom, a growth partner should play a good role in mitigating...

He pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, squatted down in front of the child, put his palm on the child's head, and blurted out the words involuntarily:

"Would you like to come home with me?"

Snake had never seen Tom express his emotions so impulsively, even if he was called a monster, he would just sneer and wait in the dark for the most suitable opportunity to retaliate.But now, this child, who was not mature enough to look like a child, tightly clutched the scarf around his neck, his knuckles turned white with pressure, and fine and tight veins could be seen on the pale and transparent back of his hand.

Snake poked his head out of his sleeve and gave Tom a stealthy look.

He stared in the direction of that young man, deep in his dark eyes were the most oppressive and tumbling clouds, as fierce as a lone wolf at the end of the road.

His expression was complete, undisguised hatred and anger.

The snake felt very strange.Tom rarely reveals his emotions in a big way, or he has always had a gloomy expression that is so dark that people dare not approach him.He doesn't lose his temper because he has stored up anger, which is the motivation for him to retaliate by any means.

The snake turned around to look at the young man again, and vomited his core.

That man... but adopted Billy, why was Tom so angry?

Seeing the young man squatting down in front of Billy, comforting him carefully, and smiling like the rising sun that can illuminate the darkest corner, Tom tightly clutched the hanging scarf, biting his teeth tightly, wishing to give the scarf to him immediately. torn.

"Mr. Potter is a good man, he will definitely take care of you..."

The words of the young nanny before she died could not be dispelled, lingering in her ears, every sound was like a bayonet, piercing into the heart sharply, spattering blood.

The scarf that he regards as a treasure is the most mocking existence at this moment, mocking his blind fantasy and his habit of waiting.

He used to sleep peacefully wrapped in that overcoat, he once flew into a rage because of that scarf... All the images flashed through his mind, and every frame laughed at how stupid and naive he was.

He is no longer the bullied person who can only curl up on the ground and be punched and kicked by others. He has a strength that they cannot resist. He is higher than everyone here. He does not need the so-called Mr. Potter's kindness 'Alms!

One day, one day!

Billy Stubbs!

"Billy? Billy is a good boy." The obese Mrs. Cole nodded half-drunkly. "Then you go through the formalities..."

"Wait." Harry stood up, still holding Billy's hand.He paused, "I want to find a child named Tom Riddle."

Tom stood at the back of the crowd, let go of his grip on the scarf, walked around the crowd, and went out.

The snake was wrapped around his wrist, watching the bruising veins on the back of his hand gradually fade away, watching the muscles in his arm gradually relax, obviously relaxed, but the snake felt inexplicably that Tom was getting more and more angry and more and more angry. fear.

"I am." The four-year-old child said calmly, with black jade-like hair and midnight eyes, so deep that Harry couldn't read the emotions in it.

Seeing the scarf around his neck, Harry recalled the jump he had made eleven days ago, and smiled unconsciously: "So that scarf was left with you!"

"This is mine." The child suddenly showed a mocking smile, and the face in front of him suddenly overlapped with Riddle's face in the diary. The similar expression made Harry take a step back suddenly.

He almost forgot that this child is Voldemort, his sworn enemy...

The baby in Harry's memory who liked to sleep curled up in his arms seemed to have disappeared, and when Harry realized it, that face had already been stained with Voldemort's eyebrows and eyes, and it could not be stopped to differentiate towards Voldemort.

Harry took a deep breath, staring at the face that was more and more similar to Riddle in the diary, and asked bluntly and unnaturally: "Do you want to come with me?"

The child twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled like a routine: "Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Potter", choked up all Harry's words.

Looking at the clean scarf around the child's neck, Harry suddenly felt extremely sore.

"Tom, you have known this Mr. Potter for a long time, right? He also gave you your scarf?"

Billy stroked the fur of the rabbit in his arms, watched Tom hang his head to pack his things, and couldn't help asking.If he had seen the sternness in the eyes of the child who was half a head younger than him, he probably wouldn't have dared to speak in such a presumptuous tone, but unfortunately he didn't see it.

"If I wasn't smart, Mr. Potter wouldn't have noticed me either."

He spoke complacently, complacent about his cleverness.He glanced at Tom, who was silent, and raised his chin, arrogantly like an ant under his feet: "Tom, you are just an incidental."

Tom clenched his fists suddenly.Yes, he's just an add-on.

That young man squatted down in such a gentle and intoxicating manner, and asked, "Would you like to come home with me?"

But when facing him, he was so stiff that he seemed reluctant.

Do you want to come with me?

Anyone can hear the difference.Everyone could see the young man's attitude clearly.

Yes, he was just passing by.

"Riddle, there's no need to clean up, you will be sent back soon." Billy hugged the rabbit, smiling happily, innocently.

"Is it packed? We're leaving." The door was pushed open, and the gentle male voice made people feel like spring breeze.

Holding the rabbit in his arms, Billy ran to the visitor's side with a cheer, pointed to a small package he had packed up, and smiled into crescent moons: "Harry, I packed it up!"

"That's good." Harry smiled, and stroked Billy's brown hair without hesitation.

Tom pinched a fingerprint on his arm, suppressed all the hostility in his eyes, lifted his bag, and turned around: "I packed it too, Mr. Potter."

Harry should have reached out to stroke his hair, or pinch his cheek, but he could only nod silently to the face that overlapped with Riddle's face in his memory, and walked out of the room first, leading Billy by the hand.

"Hey? Tom, don't you want to take the overcoat hanging by the bed?" Billy hugged the rabbit and was very satisfied with Tom following behind him obediently, deliberately provoking this topic.

The child who had been following them with his head down all the time paused in his footsteps, and clenched his fists hanging by his side once again.

"Well, it's broken."

☆, September 1932, 11

Harry sat in front of the fireplace, poking at the coals in the stove with his slender iron tongs.

They are now in a house off London Street.The nameplate outside the house clearly marked the owner's name - Harry Potter.

Although the Weasley twins are laughing and joking, their abilities are second to none.In just eleven days, they actually forged an ID card that could pass the national inspection, and a valid check with the official seal, enough for Harry to buy a house.

The two children had gone to bed early, and the huge room seemed a little empty and dead.

Harry was carrying the Slytherin locket, and the smooth metal was printed with flames from the closet, which fascinated Harry.

The soul piece in the Slytherin locket will never be destroyed for no reason. This secret is set on Tom.

Harry sighed, put away the locket that had no Soul Pieces left, and rubbed his temples.Sure enough, it is more appropriate to leave this kind of thing to Hermione to study.

He watched the last trace of redness on the black coals of the fireplace finally fade away, then stood up from the chair, and walked back to the room with his sore thighs.

Even a soft and comfortable bed could not reduce his fatigue by two points.

Harry didn't wear glasses, and the image of the ceiling in the darkness was extremely blurred in his mind, but he didn't bother to look away.

It was a feeling of exhaustion that I had never felt before.He seemed to be in a huge labyrinth, bigger than the maze of the Final Four, more confused, and more mysterious.He ran amok in the maze, without companions, without leaning on, without someone to confide in, and he didn't even know if there was an exit.What frightened him even more was the natal chart that was always hidden behind the scenes when viewed from top to bottom.

He adopted Tom smoothly without any resistance.What about the reaction of the horoscope?no response.

Harry lay on the bed, unable to rest assured all the time, the guess in his mind gradually became clear, so obscure that Harry didn't dare to touch it.

Hermione once said that the horoscope does not intervene, which means that it believes that this move will not affect the development of history.So the act of not interfering with his adoption, does it mean that it believes...whether it is adopted or not, that black-haired and black-eyed child will eventually become a mysterious person that people say...

Harry raised his arms, covered his eyes, and smiled wryly.See what decision he made?Take a road that you know there is no exit.

The emptiness and bewilderment are like a spreading virus, quickly occupying every corner of his mind, as if Harry would give up and lose everything if he slack off a bit.Fear of the unknown actually made him think about shrinking back.

He turned over, sat up from the bed, and sat silently beside the bed, as if only this posture could suppress the thought of giving up.

Inexplicably, he suddenly wanted to see that child.

Tom lay in bed, with his eyes closed, but his mind was extremely clear and working rapidly.

The room was not big, just big enough to fit two small beds. The stove warmed the air in the room, and the bedding that made the bed was extremely soft.Tom, who has been running around all day, should have gone to bed early to recharge his batteries.

But he couldn't sleep.Anger had always sharpened his mind.

Billy Stubbs was lying on the bed next to him.Tom sneered. He had to thank Bo