[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Staring intently at Harry's smile, the pure and undisguised joy inadvertently caused the child's solid heart to gradually disintegrate.This man smiled so happily, just...just because of him.This feeling is like controlling magic power... Fascinating.

Seeing Harry's smile, Tom pursed his lips quickly, and made a vicious oath in his heart—he wanted Harry to stay by his side all the time, even if he was older than him, even if he died, he would make a specimen and put it beside him !

Love has not yet awakened, and the desire for monopoly has been distorted.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.Tom's ID card and admission procedures have been completed, but Harry, considering that Tom has awakened the magic power, decided to wait until Tom can freely retract and release the magic power before letting him go to school.So besides playing, Tom's daily activities are learning magic from Harry.

They generally teach in the study.There are not many books in the study room, and the only thing that stands out is probably the large stack of manuscript paper on Harry's desk.

Tom once quickly scanned the content on the manuscript paper. The vertical and horizontal formations and formations were beyond his comprehension at this age, but this did not prevent him from remembering the word that appeared most often on the manuscript paper - Dumbledore's Army.

Who is Dumbledore?The child frowned, calmly folded the manuscript paper back to its original position in order based on memory, and carefully brushed away a strand of hair that fell on the edge of the manuscript paper, then closed the door without any expression fluctuations, and exited the study.

As soon as Tom stepped into his room, he saw the little blue snake coiled by the pillow.

Tom stretched out his hand and let the snake climb up his finger.

"What?" Tom raised his eyebrows, showing a cruel smile full of pleasure, "Billy's rabbit...is it delicious?"

The snake spit out the core, like a person swallowing saliva, it seems that the taste is good.

"Tom, why don't you let me eat it whole...I swallowed it all, but because of Tom, I spit out the half-digested rabbit again..." The snake was very sad, twisting its body unhappily.

Tom didn't speak, just stroking the snake's cold skin with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes.

Tom happily sat down on the edge of the bed, as long as he imagined Billy's expression when he saw half of the rabbit eaten away by stomach acid, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up.

"And then, Tom!" Rolling on Tom's palm like a snake, "I even asked my partner to hang that rabbit to the beam! That Billy will be scared to death when he sees it!"

"Good job..." Tom hissed, narrowing his pure black eyes.

"Tom, it's time to eat." Before Tom finished speaking, the door was pushed open, revealing a pair of bright green eyes.It's Harry.

The snake jumped into Tom's cuff immediately, as fast as a flying sword.

"Come down quickly... God, I forgot to turn off the fire!" Harry turned around so quickly that the child didn't even have time to see Harry's expression clearly.Seeing the back of the young man running downstairs vigorously through the crack of the door, Tom suddenly felt inexplicably that he was... escaping?

The snake poked its head out of Tom's cuff.

"Are you sure Harry can't understand us?" Tom, who was quite happy because of Billy Rabbit's death just now, suddenly turned cold, his eyes deep and piercing.The child pursed his lips, recalling the conversation he had with the snake during the meal, and thinking that Harry might understand it, he even started to panic.

The snake tilted its head, thought for a while with its small brain, and shook its head: "Not all wizards can hear snakes..." The snake wrapped around Tom's wrist unhappily, sullenly. Decided not to speak anymore.What did Tom think the Parsel Whisperer was!Crawl around like a rabbit?

That is a great descendant of Slytherin!

☆, September 1935, 9

Three years passed in a flash.

After getting enough nutrition, the child's thin body began to lengthen gradually, the originally exquisite and beautiful facial features unfolded, and the raised eyebrows showed a kind of fierce heroism, but it was covered up by him who was good at disguising, he was polite and well-behaved , this year, he is already seven years old.

Not to mention Tom, even the snake has shed its skin several times and grown a bit.Even though three years ago, Tom was almost sure that Harry didn't understand Snaketongue, but he was suspicious by nature and limited the snake's growth rate so as not to hide its size with his sleeves.

The only constant is probably Harry.Three years have passed, time seems to have left no trace on this young man, and the flow of time on him seems to have been frozen.After three years, her eyes are still clear and warm, without any haze of vicissitudes, and it seems that even the length of her hair hasn't changed much.

Three years was enough time for Tom to know everything about this person quietly.For example, the scar on his forehead that is always covered by bangs is lightning-shaped, and another example is the silver hourglass on his neck that has never left his body.Harry has no friends in London, and he never goes out to deal with people. He seems to prefer to sit in his study, write and draw on the manuscript paper, and plan his Dumbledore's Army training content without any noise from the outside world.

More than once, Tom felt that Harry was very mysterious. He seemed to land in front of him out of nowhere, without knowing where he came from or where he was going.It made Tom feel desperate to grab him.

The child's eyes dimmed, and he knocked on the door of the study.

"Tom?" Harry looked up from the calculations and projections on the desk with his messy hair.Harry smiled at the boy, and went back to his work.

Tom also smiled and walked in. Only he knew how impatient he was.Harry has been locked in the study for the past few days. Except for the necessary meals and sleep, he can't wait to take a bath, just like he has to meet the deadline to complete the task.Harry's gesture somehow made Tom a little uneasy.

"Harry, the school will organize an autumn outing next month, and parents can participate together." Tom made himself look more hopeful and eager for this trip, and handed the notice in his hand to Harry, his eyes quickly Scrape off Harry's manuscript.Sure enough, it was Dumbledore's Army again.

Harry tried his best to let Tom integrate into Muggles, so as to weaken Tom's hatred of Muggles.For this purpose, he sent Tom to school.Seven-year-old Tom is in the second grade of elementary school.

"Does Tom want to go?" Harry put down his work and rubbed his temples wearily.He took the notice and read the precautions carefully, and asked Tom's opinion while reading it.

Tom seemed to be absent-minded, with one hand on his wrist, gently picking the small wrist buckle, and lowered his eyes to stare at the notice, his bottomless eyes were full of disdain.

"I want to go very much." Tom raised his head, his eyes shining like a starry night sky.

It's a well-crafted expression.Tom raised the corners of his lips darkly—this expression would soften Harry's heart the most, and Harry would join the tour as a matter of course...

Harry pursed his lips and nodded in agreement.He took a pen and quickly wrote his name on the signature column.Tap the nib, pick up the pen, and hand Tom the notice.

Harry suddenly remembered something, paused for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I'm afraid I can't go with you."

"I'm going away for a while." It's as calm as saying that I'm going out to buy seasonings, but it sounds like a sharp sword to another person's heart.

The pupils tightened suddenly, but the black irises and pupils were the same color, and it was impossible to see the child's emotional fluctuations clearly.He squeezed the notice with his hand suddenly, making a few wrinkles on the paper.He put his hands behind his back calmly, his face still had a happy expression of being able to travel, but his voice involuntarily cooled down: "Where is Harry going?"

Harry leaned back in the chair, clutching the front of his front casually, and rubbed the silver funnel through the fabric.He grinned, and his smile became more gentle and deep: "A place far, far away." It was indeed a place far, far away.In this era of being alone, Harry wanted to go back.He can't wait to go back to his time.Even in turmoil, there are still his friends, his teachers, and his companions.It seemed that as long as he went back, he could draw enough energy from that war-torn land to sustain him.

Tom looked at Harry fixedly, and felt that expression was extremely glaring all the more.

"I'll ask a nanny to take care of you. Be obedient when I'm not around." Harry pinched the bridge of the child's nose affectionately, and the twinkling lights all revealed his happy mood.

nanny?Babysitters are hired!

Leaving me just to make you happy?The unstoppable gloom in his heart can almost overwhelm people, as if he was betrayed by someone.

In his world there are only himself and Harry, so in Harry's world there can only be Tom Riddle and Harry Potter!

No matter how Tom is pretending, the inherent paranoia and distortion will not be reduced by half because of the disguise.The nature that has been suppressed for a long time will only explode more violently at the right time.

"Are you going to abandon me, Harry?" The more insane the heart is, the calmer the surface is.Tom, who was a head above the desk, stood opposite the desk, looking at Harry across the desk full of manuscript paper.

Hearing this for the first time, Harry froze.The child's eyes met his directly, so calm that even he couldn't see any waves.

Harry frowned slightly, pursed his chapped lips, feeling helpless and bitter.It's been three years, and this child still doesn't have a sense of security, always vigilant, and overly sensitive to everything.

"I'll be back soon, within five months, for sure." Harry leaned over the table, and leaned closer to Tom who was standing across from the desk, his beautiful green eyes intertwined with the child's black eyes, but his quiet voice The tone was firm, "This is not a promise, it's an oath."

Harry left anyway.Tom didn't hold anything back. From the beginning to the end, he just asked one sentence—"Are you going to abandon me?"

The notice signed by Harry was finally handed in, but a small line was added in the remarks: Parents do not attend.

Tom took the key and opened the door.It was evening, and the slightly dim sunlight could only provide some light for the house. The huge room was empty and looked a little gloomy.

Tom entered the door, threw his schoolbag aside casually, and stepped on the floor with clean white socks on his feet.

A scent of vegetables wafted from the restaurant, and the familiar smell made the child's eyes light up.

Tom pursed his lips tightly, his hands beside him couldn't help clenching into fists, and he didn't feel dissatisfied with his steps, he quickly stepped up the stairs.

Upstairs the light was dimmer, almost plunged into darkness.Tom stood at the entrance of the corridor, the blood all over his body was agitated by the large and violent movements just now, and passed through his veins.

Because of the dimness upstairs, the light coming from under the crack in the door of Harry's room was particularly noticeable.

For the first time, the child is moved by the light.

Tom pretended to be calm and walked forward, but couldn't stop the more and more hurried steps. His hand finally touched the door of Harry's room, and the voice rolled out of his throat uncontrollably: "Harry!"

The light in the room hurt Tom's eyes for a moment.

"I, I'm just... here to clean." The strange woman stood obediently in the room, still smoothing the mattress.

The blood all over his body turned cold in an instant, and the vision projected from his black eyes also froze into icicles in an instant.

The thin and beautiful child stood at the door, his gloomy eyebrows made the temperature of the whole room drop rapidly.

"Soup, Tom." The nanny forced a smile under the child's gaze, after all, she was the object of her care.

The child standing at the door suddenly smiled again. The beautiful eyebrows and polite smile made the nanny feel strange: Just now... was it just my illusion?

"Hello, Auntie." The child called out politely, with a well-behaved face that made it impossible to find any clues of darkness, "I'll clean this place later."

The nanny looked at the room in embarrassment: "This... This is my job."

"I'll just come." The child's voice was a little colder, and even the smile on his face was restrained.

Looking at the polite child, the nanny gradually let go of her restraint.The simple and honest nanny just thought the child was embarrassed, smiled and shook her head: "You're welcome, Tom, my job is to help you clean..." As she spoke, she wanted to straighten the wrinkles on the quilt.

"Get out." Tom lowered his head to hide his violent gaze, and his voice was normal.He stared at the woman's hand touching the mattress, his aggressive eyes were like a leopard whose territory had been violated.

Although the nanny was puzzled, the child's tone made her shiver uncontrollably, and she walked out of the room quickly with her head down.

Why is this kid so weird?The nanny shrank her neck.

The nanny also gradually began to find out Tom's temper.Since that time, Tom has smiled and told her to leave the cleaning of the room to him.

If other children tell her this, she will only think that the child is on a whim.But she couldn't take Tom's words as a whim.

The child was obviously very polite and kind, and the smile on his face made people feel comfortable, but those dark eyes made people frightened.The nanny pressed her heart with some palpitations.

Dark pupils are not uncommon, but pure black eyes are rare even among people of the yellow race.Dark and dark, bottomless, extremely gloomy.

It’s weird.

The child couldn't stand the nanny's hand touching his and Harry's bed, so he did the cleaning by himself.

Tom stood in Harry's room, skillfully manipulating all the cleaning tools with magic.Had Harry seen this, he would have been amazed at the child's proficiency.After that magical turmoil, Tom never showed his full strength in front of Harry.

Tom's suspicions grew with Harry's departure.

"A place far, far away," said Harry.Since you're going on a long trip, why don't you even bring a change of clothes, or even your wallet?

The child stood in front of the open closet, looking at the few but neatly folded clothes in the closet, with an uncertain expression.

The snake crawled out of Tom's cuff, and his confused tone seemed to have just woken up.The patterns on its snake skin, which was already half an arm long, gradually became clear, and the black and yellow spots on the cyan snake skin could make people's skin crawl.The snake watched Tom take out a shirt from Harry's closet inexplicably: "Tom... what are you doing?"

Tom held the dress up to his nose and sniffed it.

The peculiar smell of mothballs in the closet, and even the smell of washing powder on the clean clothes.Other than that, there was no flavor at all.

Tom frowned, clicked his tongue slightly, and put the clothes back in the closet irritably, without answering the snake's question.

Harry has been away for half a month.In half a month, even his aura began to gradually fade.

☆, September 2001, 1

Harry left while Tom was at school.It's time to go back.

Before coming, he made an agreement with Hermione to promise to go back once every seven days to ensure safety. The seven days in 2001, over there, were two years and ten months.

Harry figured that no matter how many times he time-hopped, he'd never get used to it.

The knocking sound of metal that seems to never stop, the grotesque images that appear in the mind, the feeling of weightlessness when the head and feet are upside down, the whole body feels like it has been dismantled and reassembled, and the huge pain caused by being crushed by time and space It made him wish he could faint, but he could only bear it.

The hourglass hanging around his neck finally stopped turning.

There was still buzzing in the ear, there were bursts of light spots in front of the eyes, and there was a throbbing pain in the temple.The excruciating pain forced Harry to bend over, followed by another bout of retching.

"Harry!" Hermione rushed up in a white research robe, helped Harry up nervously, looked at the pale Harry but felt distressed, but could do nothing, so she reached out and patted the young man's back, hoping He slowed down sooner.

Harry paused for a while, turned his head, and showed a very bright smile to his friend.Even though his face was as pale as paper, the warmth of his smile did not diminish.

There was a smile between his brows and eyes: "Hermione, long time no see."

"Is it getting more and more uncomfortable?" Hermione just frowned and asked calmly.

Yes, it's getting worse.From the dizziness at the beginning to the pain of being crushed now, it is getting more and more uncomfortable.

Harry just smiled nonchalantly, drew out his wand and cast the Warming Charm on himself.Hermione didn't know what to say, she could only silently watch Harry's movements, and pursed her lips tightly.She wanted to put on a straight face to express her disapproval of this matter from beginning to end, but she couldn't help stretching out her hand to tighten Harry's open neckline. Why did she wear so little in such a cold day?

"Let me help you to rest for a while." Hermione supported him, although it was a suggestion, her tone was unquestionable.

Harry stopped in his tracks quickly, and shook his head stubbornly: "No, let's go to work, I'll be back within 24 hours."

Hermione's delicate brows immediately frowned, and her gaze was sharp as a knife. Inexplicably, it reminded Harry of Tom.

"Hermione, you said that you can allow me to go back and forth once in seven days..." Staring at Hermione's sharp eyes, Harry felt a little guilty for no reason, and his voice dropped involuntarily, but his attitude remained firm.He had to go back because there was a kid waiting for him over there, because he swore to the kid that he would go back within five months.

Hermione stared at him fixedly, her serious look was exactly the same as that of Professor McGonagall back then.Harry also looked back steadily, pursed his lips in silence, and his attitude was extremely firm.

"Forget it..." Hermione sighed helplessly as the sharpness in the corners of her eyes turned into exhaustion, and then she raised her head as if remembering something, "Harry, you have to understand that there is a price to be paid for everything you do. Since you choose If you lived 20 years in the past, your future life expectancy will be reduced by more than 20 years and may even be doubled. This is just the price I have found out so far, not all of it.”

Hermione helped Harry to sit down on the couch, her usually bright and wise eyes overflowed with irritability, annoyed at her inability to change this situation.

She sat down opposite Harry, and stroked her forehead irritably: "At the same time, it is also accompanied by unbearable pain and unknown danger. Even if your fate is hindered by reality and dare not erase your existence, But that doesn't mean it can't place a price on you."

Harry leaned on the back of the sofa, quietly listening to Hermione's analysis of everything, noncommittal.

"Harry, look, Voldemort is still Voldemort, he's still that big villain, he hasn't become so kind because of you!" Hermione gritted her teeth and uttered these words ruthlessly.Seeing that Harry's ugly face turned pale again, Hermione was also worried for a while.

This sentence was the sharpest sharp sword, stabbing Harry's deathbed without the slightest hesitation.

Yes.No matter how much he expected that he could see a different year in 2001, the reality that nothing had changed severely shattered all his hopes.Tom hasn't changed a bit.

the more you hope, the harder you fall.

"Harry, is it worth it?" Hermione asked.

Harry was dumbfounded.He blinked his eyes a little sourly, opened and closed his mouth, and finally spoke with difficulty: "I...don't know."

He doesn't know if it's worth it.With a lifespan of 20 years or more, with the great pain of being crushed, and with all unknown dangers to change a Voldemort who is almost impossible to change, the future is unknown, and the results are also unknown. No one has ever practiced it, and no one has ever succeeded.Is it worth it, or not?

Harry leaned his head back on the sofa, curling his arms to block the sunlight.

"I don't know if it's worth it, I just think I should do this..." Try to change, try to give him a childhood, try to make him less paranoid, try to get him off that road pull back...

Hermione was silent, quietly looking at Harry sitting opposite.The three years there did not change his appearance at all, but he became much thinner. When he bent over, the autumn clothes could not even cover his protruding spine.But compared to him who was tired and tense seven days ago, his brows and eyes are much more relaxed now, and his smile makes people feel brighter.Hermione had to admit that when he showed up in the lab and grinned silly at her, she had a moment of ecstasy, but of course it was just an appreciation of the beauty of things.

It could be seen that Harry was in a good state of mind, and Hermione even felt that sitting in front of her was not Harry Potter, the savior who had experienced many battles, but Harry Potter, the Ball Seeker of Hogwarts.

"Forget it, it's up to you." She finally took a step back.

Hermione looked at Harry, who was smiling happily, and pursed her lips tightly.Since she is here, she will never let Harry live a day less!

"Hermione, this is my latest training plan." Harry took out the folder that had been shrunk down from his pocket, and handed it to Hermione after restoring its size.

Hermione took the thick stack of manuscript paper, clicked her tongue, flipped through it casually for a while before putting it at hand.

Harry took out the Slytherin locket that was kept next to him and handed it to Hermione.Hermione raised an eyebrow, and took the chain carefully, trying not to touch the locket.

"Open it up," Harry suggested.

Looking at her friend's innocent expression in surprise, Hermione opened the locket after hesitation.

Nothing happened.

Hermione opened her mouth and didn't know what to say for a while.The soul piece in the locket...was destroyed?

"The piece of soul is gone, without Gryffindor's sword, without fangs, and without any damage, it just disappeared." The young man looked at the locket held by Hermione, and calmly narrated, "Well... when I met Tom, um Voldemort."

Hermione pondered for a while, deliberating hesitantly.She narrowed her eyes, as if thinking of something.

"I guess... a time and space cannot allow two identical items." She spoke slowly, as if she was still deliberating.

"The soul piece in the Horcrux has the same part as Voldemort's soul at that time, and there can't be two Voldemort's souls in the world, so when they meet, the horoscope destroys the accidental extra one in order to follow the historical track. One... it would make sense if it were explained like this."

"If this is the case, wouldn't my wand be destroyed by the horoscope?" Harry suddenly remembered the two brother wands that were placed on Ollivander.

Hermione shrugged, saying that there was nothing she could do: "So you'd better leave your wand here."

"I hate horoscopes," said Harry muffled, sinking himself into the sofa.

"But it helped us destroy the Horcrux," Hermione interrupted.

Harry's expression suddenly became serious, and his usually gentle brows and eyes also appeared a little stiff: "Hermione... there is one more thing."

"Well, I'm listening." Looking at Harry's expression, Hermione also understood that something difficult must have happened to him, so she couldn't help but also frowned.

"I...can't understand Parseltongue anymore." Harry pursed his lips.He stood outside the door that day, listening only to the low, dark hissing in the room, and the whispering of the snake made his hair stand on end.This was the first time he listened to the pronunciation of the Parseltongue regardless of the meaning of the Parseltongue itself. No matter whether the content was good or bad, there was a hint of darkness and cunning in every exhalation.

Hermione's brow furrowed even tighter.

Why Harry can speak Parseltongue, this is an unclear question.When he was a second year at Hogwarts, Dumbledore had vaguely explained to him: "Part of his power has been transferred to you through that spell."

It is indeed very vague, how to transfer, why to transfer, what is the principle?

And this power disappeared inexplicably... which frightened Hermione for no reason.

Hurts and mistakes can be scary, but the most terrifying thing is the unknown.

"Hermione, don't be afraid." The black-haired savior sitting opposite seemed to sense something was wrong with his friend, and got up from the sofa and sat next to Hermione.

Hermione stared blankly at the black-haired young man sitting beside him with a gentle smile, Gao Xuan's heart seemed to drop a bit, a kind of warmth spread from her chest, filling her entire chest.

Hermione pulled the corner of her mouth weakly: "You should be the one who is most afraid..."

Harry didn't speak, just smiled.He understood that Hermione was worried about him, and it was happiness to enjoy this kind of worry once in a while.

The wise woman in a white research robe couldn't help softening the corners of her eyes.

If this person leaves, there is no hope of winning this war.

"Harry, see you in seven days." Hermione stood not far away, smiling at him.

"Well, I'll stay longer next time." Harry smiled at her, "Say hello to Ron Ginny and the others for me by the way."

In the next second, another uncomfortable time-space jump.

Harry suddenly felt happy.

On the side of time and space, there is a group of friends who support you and worry about you. On the other side of time and space, there is a child waiting for you to go back.

☆, September 1935, 10

Autumn is high and crisp, with light clouds and breezy weather.

If you want to write a composition, these two words are probably the most suitable to describe the current weather.

This is indeed a suitable weather for autumn outings.

The school decided the location of the autumn outing to be at the seaside outside the city. There are only gravels on the deserted beach. The golden beach sunshine is just a beautiful fantasy for the children. arrival.There were not many people on the beach, and the sound of the surging tide made the children quite novel, chattering non-stop.

Parents and teachers were unwilling to go down to the gravel-filled beach, so they just spread tablecloths on the boulders by the beach and watched the children play from a distance.

Tom stood on the edge of the beach, watching a group of boys and girls chasing and laughing on the beach.

boring.

The black-haired and black-eyed child watched coldly, concealing his irritability with a blank expression.

He was supposed to come with Harry for this autumn outing.But Harry had been away for almost a month.After only a month, he began to wonder if Harry's May appointment was just a perfunctory excuse.

Tom hated this kind of self, this kind of self who could only depend on Harry and rely on him to survive.Once again, he really felt how small he was, too small to stop Harry from leaving, too small to wait impatiently after he left.He had never looked forward to power like this moment before, looking forward to the power that could keep Harry.

Harry can only be his thing, even if he doesn't like it, it can only be destroyed in his hands!

He wanted Harry to cling to him so that he could only curl up in his grasp! .

He wants to become stronger and stronger!

"Tom!" The girl in a beautiful floral dress ran over bouncingly, but was scared back by the boy's distorted and dark expression when he raised his head.

Tom is undeniably compelling.Inheriting old Tom's handsome appearance, the seven-year-old boy is beautiful and extravagant, and the clothes he wears are neat and clean even though they don't mention famous brands.With pure black eyes that are rarely seen in the UK, and hair neatly combed like black jade, Tom's capital is enough to make him successful in the aristocratic Slytherin College, let alone in this small school.

Tom, who has learned to be hypocritical and submissive, can use his appearance to the extreme.With his handsome and dignified appearance, his polite demeanor, and his life experience as a gimmick to win sympathy, Tom is almost the boy who attracts the most attention from girls in the class, and even the teacher is tolerant of him.

The girl was eager to show Tom her beautiful dress, or couldn't bear to see him alone, jumping up and down calling his name.

Tom put on another expression very naturally, with the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyebrows lowered, and the narrow sharpness and gloom at the corners of his eyes restrained, and he smiled politely.

"what happened?"

The girl looked at the expression on the boy's face seriously, and after being puzzled, she smiled again, and grabbed Tom's neat cuffs familiarly, with an expression of "I'll take you": "Come on, let's go and play."

Tom lowered his eyes to cover the displeasure in his eyes, quietly pulled out his sleeve from the girl's hand, gently covered the cuff, and patted his wrist comfortingly, the snake wrapped around his wrist was immediately quiet Come down, don't move.

"I'm not going." Tom glanced at the children who were throwing stones over there, a trace of disgust and disdain flashed across his face, but was immediately replaced by hesitation and hesitation.

The girl saw clearly the hesitation on Tom's face, and patted her chest self-righteously: "It's okay, as long as I play with you, they will play with you."

"Yeah." Tom lowered his eyes and responded obediently, but he didn't know the boy's true thoughts—an idiot.

Tom didn't play* at all, but he enjoyed hiding behind the mask and watching other people being played around by his disguised Tom Riddle.

"Ellie, why are you playing with him!"

The disadvantage of being too popular with girls is that you are not popular with boys.

"Isn't it just an orphan who found a good adoptive father?" The leading boy discussed without any scruples, and the specially amplified voice reached Tom's ears.

Tom was unmoved.Indeed, he was indeed an orphan.

The girl standing beside him looked at his expression nervously, then turned her head and shouted to the three or five boys who got together: "Stop talking!"

The boy shouted unhappily: "What can't be said about the facts!"

"Well, it's true, Harry is a very good foster father." Tom narrowed his eyes, as if he was not very satisfied with the word 'foster father'.

The boys seemed to be getting more excited, and started chattering to the girls about the news they had heard from their mother and grandmother.

"Hey, your good adoptive father doesn't want you anymore!"

"He hasn't shown up for a month! Leave you and go!"

Tom's fingers touched the wrist of the other hand, stroking the cold snakeskin on his arm through his sleeve.

He turned around.Parents and teachers were sitting on the rocks not far away. Although they were laughing and discussing, they still kept their eyes on this side.Every move here will always let them see it.The child pursed his lips, but his eyes fell on the dark cave not far away, and he narrowed his eyes again.

Tom turned his head, let go of the fingers on his wrist, and smiled at the boy, but his black eyes gradually shrank, just like the pupils of a poisonous snake when it finds its prey, but the tone could not be discerned at all: "No, he just 26 days no show."

When lunch time came, the children sat down in a circle under the organization of the teacher.

After learning that he was going on an autumn tour, the simple and honest nanny tried her best to bring all kinds of mouth-watering food to Tom.

Tom playfully picked up a muffin with cherry sauce from the lunch box and smiled.

He pushed the lunch box in front of everyone and smiled sincerely: "I can't eat so much by myself, who of you wants to eat?"

"Give me a piece! I want to eat!" The children chattered.The cherry jam smeared thickly on it is not a luxury, but there are not many who are willing to use so much for children's autumn outings.

"But... you all have to eat, I don't have so much..." Tom pretended to be embarrassed.To fool this group of idiots, he doesn't even need too much expression and IQ, "I want to go to that cave to play later, and whoever wants to accompany me, I will eat for him."

Seeing the dark cave with a strange atmosphere from top to bottom, almost all the children were frightened.

"...What a coward." Tom chuckled, his eyes flicking over the boy.

Provocative method.Simple, but always useful, especially for these few brainless idiots.

"He and I will go with you!" Sure enough, the boy who yelled the loudest in front of Tom immediately stood up and pulled a companion along. Although he was a little scared, his eyes were still fixed on Tom's lunch box, "But You have to give me and him everything to eat."

"Of course no problem." Tom smiled and covered the lunch box to block the coveted eyes of the children around him.

all?Let's hope he still has some teeth when he comes out!The child sneered coldly in the dark.

When lunch time came, the children sat down in a circle under the organization of the teacher.

After learning that he was going on an autumn tour, the simple and honest nanny tried her best to bring all kinds of mouth-watering food to Tom.

Tom playfully picked up a muffin with cherry sauce from the lunch box and smiled.