[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Personally said to him: "Wait for you to come back."

The line had reached the end of the letter, and Tom sat sullenly in the empty drawing room.The resentment rolling in his chest has spread to his fingertips along his nerves, and the child's breathing trembles a little.The black-haired, black-eyed child clenched the nib of the pen, pursed the corners of his lips, and carved his paranoid and final warning on the paper——

"You said you would wait for me to come back."

Tom folded the letter paper and put it in the envelope, let the owl who stood aside dare not make any small movements bite, and threw out the shivering owl regardless of the snow floating in the sky.

The Christmas holiday is coming, the whole school will be more than half empty, and almost all the students will go home.

As you said, you will wait for my return.

Tom pursed his lips tightly, and suddenly smiled again. The icy fangs under his lips and the gloomy eyes made the fire in the fireplace tremble uncontrollably.

Life at Hogwarts seems to follow the schedule.

Every morning, it is a fixed breakfast time.

Slytherin's breakfast is always richer than that of the other three colleges. It is said that the pure-blood families were dissatisfied with the elves' craftsmanship in the castle, so they selected a pair of servants from their own servants to serve the Slytherins exclusively.

Tom scooped up the pudding, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it without much tasting.The enjoyment on the tip of the tongue is not just a momentary pleasure, the future Demon King doesn't care about such insignificant pleasure.

"Hey, Tom!" A hand clapped his shoulder.

The child frowned unhappily, but when he turned his head, he had put on a smiling face.

"Good morning, Professor Slughorn." The beautiful child smiled extremely brightly, and even his pure black eyes were as bright as morning stars, which was extremely pleasing.

Horace was obviously very pleased with the boy, and he seemed to see another student to show off in the future.

"Eh? Why don't you eat with your classmates?" Looking at the vacant seats on both sides opposite the child, Horace pretended to be puzzled and asked knowingly.

Sure enough, he saw that the light in the child's eyes decreased by three points: "Professor, you also know that I am a mixed race."

After staying in Slytherin for three months, the child gradually understood the rules of the game among this group of Slytherins.

Horace waved his hand tolerantly, his walrus-like beard trembled with his movements, and the fat in his stomach began to sway. He smiled kindly: "Even mixed blood is the best!"

A vain old idiot with ulterior motives.

Watching Horace leave, Tom groaned inwardly.

Among so many professors, only this Horace is the most cunning, but only he is the most stupid.

He is cunning because he knows how to pick out the most embarrassing situation for others, and then acts as a savior to comfort him. How kind and gentle he packaged himself, this is naturally the sun in the dark for people in trouble, how can you not be grateful to Dade?

Call him stupid, and because he has more desires than other professors, the more handles he exposes to the sun, the easier it is to become a weakness, and the more stupid he is to desire again without knowing it.

As Horace walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and sighed in his heart, "Children are so easy to deceive", the "children" in his mouth mocked contemptuously behind his back: innocent idiots.

Tom took the towel from the side, wiped the sugar stains from the corner of his mouth, and left the long table neatly.

The first class in the morning, transformation class.

Tom browsed through the timetable that he had already mastered by heart, his eyes stopped on the word Transfiguration Class, and he clicked his tongue tirelessly.

He didn't like Transfiguration, not because he didn't like Transfiguration, but because he didn't like the teacher of Transfiguration—Albus Dumbledore.He couldn't figure out Dumbledore, which meant that he was more dangerous than anyone else.

He had seen that person before September 15st.It was he who, with the notice from Hogwarts, knocked on the door of NO.[-] London Street.

Wearing a plaid coat, with a brown beard hanging down to his chest, he greeted the two with a smile and said, "I'm Albus Dumbledore. Is Mr. Tom Riddle in?"

Dumbledore... the child walked towards the Transfiguration classroom with his schoolbag in his hand, silently chewing on the name in his heart.He remembered the frequent references to Dumbledore's Army in Harry's manuscripts, and he remembered how Harry used to stay stuck in his room for the Dumbledore's Army training programme.

He wondered if Harry knew Dumbledore.When Harry saw Dumbledore, the child could see the dim light in the young man's eyes, but Dumbledore didn't respond to Harry.

"Son, what's the matter with you?" Dumbledore looked at Harry, whose eyes were a little red, and asked softly, a little strangely.

"It's okay, it's just...you are too much like my teacher." Harry replied.

It's like they never knew each other.

Tom could tell, even in just an hour's worth of conversation, that Dumbledore liked Harry, and Harry respected Dumbledore.This perception made the child feel the anger of being left out, and he couldn't vent it to Harry, and he could only vent it on Dumbledore.

"Morning, Tom. You are always the first one to arrive." Dumbledore's wise blue eyes looked through the half-moon-shaped lenses with a smile on the child who came in and was just a little higher than the podium.

Tom nodded politely: "No, Professor, you are the first one."

The child paused for a moment, then immediately asked as if remembering something: "Professor, I don't know if you...have an army?"

"Army?" Even the well-informed Dumbledore couldn't figure out the purpose of the child's question.

"Like...Dumbledore's Army or something." The child said, carefully observing the change of smile on the old man's wrinkled face.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, the robe of stars and moons on his body looked very strange: "If it really exists, I must call Tiantian Honey Army!"

The smile on Tom's lips twisted, and Dumbledore laughed again.

"Your mother brought you candy again? Hurry up and share some! Are you a brother!" The Gryffindors at the opposite table made a fuss, and they actually made a bit of warmth in the cold and windy winter.

"Tsk, it's this dress again. I've told you countless times that I don't want to wear it." The Slytherin girl who was two or three seats away from Tom took out a skirt from the package in dissatisfaction, and stuffed the dress back into the package complaining. middle.

"Wizard's chessboard! My brother actually gave me his chessboard!"

"Memory ball?"

"Oh... these things again..."

Tom was deaf to the noise around him, ignored the owls scurrying over the hall, and just buried himself in the book in his hand.

No.12 letters were sent out, but there was still no reply.

The exclaims, complaints, and joy that were almost showing off in his ears seemed to be to bring out his neglect alone, even if he forced himself to deliberately ignore them, those voices lingered and refused to back down.Tom lowered his head, and his black silk-like hair fell down with his movements, covering the chill in his eyes—if it was possible, it would be good if they all shut up...

The child took a deep breath, and kept hinting to himself in his heart: Be quiet and don't be impatient, be safe and don't be impatient.

There is less than a week, and soon, he will be able to go back...

Soon, he will be able to verify whether that sentence is a lie.

Await your return?

☆、January 1938-12, 20

In December 1938, only the tail was left, and Hogwarts was finally ready for a holiday.

"I sent an owl to your room for Christmas presents."

"Thank you, I also gave you a surprise!"

Tom walked down the corridor, hearing almost all such cheerful words.The child's jaw was tensed, and it seemed that if he relaxed at least a little, he would bared his teeth like a hungry wolf and rolled out a vicious warning from his throat.He didn't like such a hilarious atmosphere.The more hilarity around him, the more lonely he will be.The child is not afraid of being alone, he is just afraid to enjoy the loneliness left by being abandoned by that person.

being abandoned?As soon as he thought of this possibility, the most vicious thought burst out from the bottom of his heart—then throw him into the cave.Even if he becomes a ghost, he can't leave!

He still remembered the emptiness that was left in the big house three years ago. Even if there was a nanny, they only showed up for three or four hours a day. The only thing he could do was to wait.Like a victim trapped in an ancient well waiting to be rescued, the narrow and dark space, the unknown confusion, the nightmare of dying... So he began to wander outside, wandering in caves and black markets, refusing to go home.

He didn't want to experience that feeling again.

Even if he abandons him, he can only abandon Harry, absolutely, not allowed, Harry abandons him!

The child walked quickly to the dormitory.

The Hogwarts Express had already pulled in, and the clear and distant whistle could be heard even in the castle.Catch that train at eleven and you'll be in London at seven in the evening.Wait a little longer, wait another eight hours, and then verify whether that sentence is a lie or an oath, and consider whether to reply with dove wine or sweet wine...

The child showed a smile, and the poisonous snake that came out of the cave stung the child's heart, and the toxin called extreme ground spread throughout the body.

Back in the dormitory, the other bed in the dormitory was already empty.

It was Slytherin wealth again, and the generosity of the pure-blood families allowed all the Slytherins to live in double rooms in luxury.

But obviously, his old friend, who seemed to be named Parkinson, didn't like him, and even refused to say a word with him except for necessary communication for three months.Of course Tom didn't care.The so-called Slytherin's strict hierarchy is nothing more than a gimmick to show off one's background, and the consequences are nothing more than internal dispersion.

It seems that Slytherin's cunning is not wisdom.Tom scoffed.

He didn't have many things, he was only going back for two weeks, and there was no need to bring too many gifts, the suitcase placed by the bed was all the gifts he planned to take.

However, the boxes in twos and threes on the bedside table attracted his attention all of a sudden.The beautiful ribbon and wrapping paper let the child immediately know what it is - a Christmas gift.

Maybe... a gift from Harry?

The child's dark eyes flickered, and the paranoia that spread in the blood also slowed down the speed of reproduction because of this guess.

Looking at the two or three boxes on the bedside table, Tom was surprised.

In his capacity, who else but Harry would give him a Christmas present?

A "Selected Potion of Potions" from Horace, with two or three sentences of annotations written in it, randomly flipped through it, and even found cursed potions in it.Tom chuckled, that old man is really crazy about vanity and love, can you give him such a dangerous thing?That being the case, he accepted it generously.The child curled his lips, smiled cruelly, and put the heavy book aside.

The second gift was quite small, but it was beautifully wrapped, with ostentatious silk and gold ribbons and rich dark paper, which made Tom frown.After unpacking and opening the box, it turned out to be a brooch inlaid with precious stones.Turning over the box, the name of the giver—Abraxas Malfoy was outlined in gorgeous cursive characters.

Tom raised his eyebrows, playing with the pin in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was impossible to see through.

Of the three boxes stacked by the bedside, only the last one remained.It should be... Harry's, right?

Tom felt nervous again clearly.

Holding his breath, he unwrapped the wrapped gift box in a hurry.

Ovie Parkinson.Sign the card as such.

Tom felt clearly what it meant to be tense, and again, clearly aware of what it was to be suffocated.

His chest was as cold as if being pulled by a ghost and sinking into the bottom of the water, his brain seemed to have lost the ability to command, and it was as difficult as lifting a thousand catties to move his fingers.

Not Harry.

The neat letters on the card seemed to wink, one by one clearly mocking his so-called hopes.

Tom can't remember how many times he hoped again and again, and was broken again and again. Even an angel would fall because of disappointment. What about the devil?

There was no expression on the devil's face, as if the suffocation just now was just an illusion.He picked up the suitcase and put all the presents in the bedside table. Wei took the "Selected Potions" and walked out of the dormitory.

The devil has nowhere to go, nowhere to continue to fall, so he has to turn all negative emotions into hostility and decorate himself.A woman dresses up for her sweetheart, and the devil dresses up to bear.

Winter is here and it gets dark early.As soon as night fell, the snow couldn't wait to start falling.

At seven o'clock, a fiery red express train whistled into the station, attracting the attention of all the parents waiting at the station.

Tom got out of the car with the suitcase, and the 11-year-old couldn't help but pursed his lips and looked around, lowering his eyes to hide the violence rolling in his eyes.

London Street NO.15 is not far from platform nine and three-quarters. The child stepped on the snow step by step, listening to the "chacha" sound made by the friction of snow grains under his feet. almost there.

Walking in the snow for more than 20 minutes can make the child freeze from toes to the tip of the hand like ice, but seeing the cold house with no lights in the dark makes the child burst out laughing .

"Haha..." In the cold snowy night, the child's laughter seemed so sudden and terrifying, it sounded like a ringing bell, but it could send a chill down one's spine and create fear in one's heart.

In the mailbox at the door, there were twelve letters neatly piled up. The date of writing the letters was from September 12rd to December.

"Of course I'm waiting for you to come back." Harry's words lingered in his ears like a nightmare, as if someone was whispering a spell in his ear, and the repeated tone, expression, and tone of voice uncovered his scars again and again, carelessly Tell him straight away—he's lying to you.

The so-called 'waiting for you' is just a means to get rid of you!

Even the Demon King is still only 11 years old after all.He doesn't have the ability to find the person who abandoned him in an instant, and he doesn't have the ability to destroy the whole street with a raised hand to appease his anger. He was ruthless and decisive in killing, but he still hesitated and quietly took half a step back.

Wait another day, no, a week.Just a little bit, wait another week.

The child deftly closed the window, pried open the window of his own room without too much effort, avoided the trap he set at the window, and safely entered the "home" that lost another person.

The first day of the holiday, December 12st.The beautiful child was sitting in his room, reading "The Best Potions" with his arms around him, forgetting to eat and sleep.

The child told himself again and again, don't worry, there are still six days.

The second day of the holiday, December 12.Tom put on his coat, found some unexpired cheese and biscuits in the kitchen, and hurriedly filled his stomach.

The young devil looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window with deep eyes: Harry, you still have five days.

The third day of the holiday, December 12. Half of the "Selected Potions" has been read, and half of it is written in the notebook that Tom carried. If anyone who has a little research on potions reads it, he will be shocked by the potions recorded in the notebook—— Stunning potions, petrochemical potions, puppet potions, and addictive potions similar to Heino | Yin.

Tom smiled maliciously at the notebook—Harry, tell me, which one should I use?

The fourth day of the holiday, December 12.Tom turned on all the lights in the house, and stood outside the door overlooking the whole house, creating an illusion of excitement.On Christmas Eve, no turkey, no pumpkin pie.The child swallowed the biscuit and squeezed the book in his hand.

Harry will be back tomorrow.Tomorrow is Christmas, isn't it?That's what the young Demon Lord told himself.

The fifth day of the holiday, December 12.The child closed "Selected Potions", drew out his wand, and practiced all the spells he had learned in the past three months as if he had been bewitched. The one he cast the most was the heat preservation spell, which made the room warm.

Harry... are you coming back?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, but he was immediately suppressed by the child—oh, he doesn't need to beg!

The sixth day of the holiday, December 12.Tom stood in the cold cave, watching the Muggle panicked and swallowed by the Inferi.The snake that I hadn't seen for a long time wrapped around the child's neck affectionately, but he didn't get the expected smile.

"Tom, are you unhappy?"

The child smiled, took the snake off his neck, and let it wrap around his wrist: "No, I'm a little happy."

Happy is finally no longer alone, at least there is a snake with him.But it was just for company, he didn't need a companion, or a partner, even Harry, he wasn't qualified.

The seventh day of the holiday, December 12.Kid, no, time to call him a teenager.The tall and beautiful boy smiled, held his suitcase, and walked out of No.27 in London, dressed quite brightly.

Harry Potter?The young demon king looked at the lifeless house behind him, chewed the name repeatedly in his mouth, and smiled playfully to hide the childishness of the child.

Mingpan is obviously very satisfied with his layout.It watched silently, watching the young Demon King abandon him as a child in that empty house, transforming into a boy.The fate chart looks at the dense curves on the spectrum of fate, connecting cause and effect.Even if the beginning is changed, the ending is probably still the same.

☆, September 2001, 1

Slytherin has always been an extreme selfish person. His paranoid, selfish and flawed nature made the young devil think that Harry had abandoned him, but he never imagined what kind of situation Harry would be in.

In the future in the past, in the present, Tom couldn't imagine how dangerous the skinny young man was facing, and the name of that existence was Tom Riddle, or in other words, Voldemort.

As Harry staggered out of the past, into reality, the next word came that Voldemort was coming.

Voldemort's coming is tantamount to saying that death is coming.

In the countless previous wars, large and small, Voldemort always sat behind the scenes, watching this one-sided war like a cat teasing a mouse.Even though it was sad, Harry had to admit that they were thankful that Voldemort gave them time to recover intentionally or unintentionally.And now, that person is tired of the game of cat and mouse.

"Harry, take a break!" Hermione trotted out of the laboratory without even stepping up to help him, not even taking off her snow-white research robe.

The whole position was animated by Voldemort's sudden attack.

The battlefield is on the plain several miles to the east of the position. The soldiers picked up their magic wands without hesitation. Sudden war.

The Dark Lord himself fought.

The news spread like a virus in the battlefield, the enemy was deeply encouraged, and our side felt like a big enemy.

Voldemort squinted his crimson eyes, taking in the panorama of the plain.

In this war, Loser is already obvious.

The plain can make the enemy have nowhere to hide, but it can also make yourself vulnerable.It's all about who has more people.

Voldemort turned his head, glanced at the dark Death Eaters under his command, and smiled cruelly.

Savior Harry Potter, can you...can you save the world again?

The handsome black-haired demon king grinned, and with a wave of his hand, the black army rushed towards the battlefield.

"No matter what method you use, no matter how much you lose, as long as you can win, it is an honor." The Dark Lord murmured in a low voice. Even though he had lowered his voice, the Death Eaters around him still heard him clearly.Those words hit the hearts of the Death Eaters, and the aroused desire for victory, blood, and pleasure in killing was ready to move, clamoring to devour them.

The figure of the wizard finally appeared on the other side of the plain, and the Death Eaters swarmed over there like ants who had found a source of sugar.

Dumbledore's Army has been shaky for so long, and even if they are not elites, they are among the best masters. Even if they were attacked as soon as they got off the broom, they still methodically attacked and defended, and fought like ten.

"Lord, let's go!" Bella on the side couldn't hold back her bloodthirsty desire, her curly hair was hanging down from her forehead, and she was terribly paranoid.

The young man in his 20s squinted his crimson eyes, put one hand on the body of the python Nagini, leisurely as if watching a play: "No, I think it's time for the Death Eaters to reduce their staff."

There is no need for weaklings among Death Eaters.Since there are good and bad, let killing remove the bad.

There are many people.The war was almost one-sided, and the situation was so tense that no one dared to relax.

"Harry, rest for a while. I'll go first." Hermione, who stayed at the end, finally had to go into battle.She got up from the podium, but Harry grabbed her.

Harry looked at the beautiful and intelligent woman in front of him with a complicated expression, and he could only smile palely: "Be careful."

Hermione patted her friend on the shoulder and smiled.

Watching Hermione Apparate disappear in place, Harry took a deep breath, trying to suppress the crushing pain that came from deep inside his gut because of the breathing, but failed.The usually tough Gryffindor was convulsed with pain and slumped at the table.If there is no table, I'm afraid he would have been lying down on the cold ground.

The consequences of jumping through time and space are more serious than he imagined.

The black-haired savior angrily pounded down on the cold table, his bones and joints turned white from the impact.No one understands his situation better than him. With his current state, he may only be able to beat Avada Kedavra on the battlefield, right?Harry laughed at himself, hiding the bitterness that escaped him inadvertently.

The guy who led the Death Eater invasion was the kid who stared at him and said "Can you come with me?"

After working hard for so long, there is still no change at all, and even worse.

"Why are you still here!" A loud shout interrupted Harry's almost suffocating emotions.

Harry raised his face in a daze, his pale face stunned the visitor for a few seconds, and he immediately remembered the business.

The person who came was wearing a battle robe, which had been stained with a lot of blood, his cheekbones were scratched, the sides of his face were covered with gravel, and his eyes were full of fledgling justice.He flicked his robe angrily, pointed at the tip of Harry's nose with his finger, and the impulsive and innocent Gryffindor cursed: "Granger, Senior Weasley, and the others are all on the battlefield, why are you hiding behind! Aren't you Is it our main force?"

A fledgling child is always reluctant to blame.

"Well, go get the broom, let's go now!" Harry immediately stood up from the chair, regardless of his pale face.After all, he is just an impulsive lion.

The Dark Lord was playing with his wand. The Elder Wand stolen from Dumbledore's tomb looked particularly eerie against the slender fingers.Ha, the Dark Lord doesn't care if it's bad luck or not. I'm afraid the bad luck will take a detour when he sees him, right?

The Dark Lord finally got tired of looking down on the battlefield blindly, and he decided to star in a wonderful drama himself.He held his wand to his throat, and the effect of the spell was instantly heard by all of the Demon King's muffled laughter.

"Hey, Dumbledore's Army, would you mind stopping for a second?"

Everyone heard it, including Harry, who was propping himself up on his broom.

"Obviously, you have already lost." The devil stated the facts objectively in a good mood. Before the soldiers could resist, he continued with a smile, "But we can make a deal, a deal that will benefit you endlessly."

Under the coercive and domineering sound-suppressing spell of the demon king, the entire battlefield was icy cold, except for the sound of the spell being fired on the ground, there was no soft hum.

"But any transaction requires a little capital, right?" The devil followed the temptation, narrowing his red eyes, "Call the savior to me, and I will take them away."

The core members of the Death Eaters standing in a circle frowned in disapproval, but only Bella dared to say: "No, Lord, this is an opportunity..."

"Don't worry, Bella." The demon king is very leisurely, but the smile on the corner of his mouth is as red as death with extreme malice and blood. "Isn't this a very interesting choice? Can you give up your life to choose the savior...Gran Fendors, the time has come to prove your loyalty. What about you, the savior? Can you save these partners who are about to abandon you without complaint?"

"Oh, I'm the villain in this story. It's such a wonderful play, and I'm getting more and more excited..." Voldemort's eyes lit up, and his low voice whispered in everyone's ears, causing a shudder .

Harry swallowed hard, the cold wind blowing against his face made it difficult for him to breathe.

Voldemort was like a spider entrenched in a web, watching the moth slamming headfirst into the web, struggling exhaustedly.

"Harry..." The young man who was flying beside him hesitated and raised his fist, "This is a trick of the mysterious man! Harry, you must not pass!"

Sure enough, he was still young.

Harry smiled and said nothing more.

Nine years of fighting Voldemort, he could even guess what he was doing without even trying.

This is not a trick, this is a trap, a trap that both advance and retreat will step on.

He had to go, Dumbledore's Army would not abandon him, and Voldemort would not let Dumbledore's Army go, even if he walked in front of him.These three formulas are like rings, tightly fastening the entire transaction.This is a paradox and cannot be established, so no matter whether he advances or retreats, it will not be Voldemort who loses.

But he had to go.

Maybe face to face at the shortest distance, he can seize the opportunity enough to turn defeat into victory!

When Tom stayed at No. 15 London Street and his resentment towards Harry gradually deepened, Harry was standing in front of his future self with a pale face.

No matter how attached he was to this person 70 years ago, after being deprived of his memory by the horoscope, the him 70 years later will only have overflowing malice towards the person in front of him.

"Harry Potter..." The Demon King whispered the name, "Welcome, welcome."

Harry's face was pale, looking at the devil's handsome face again, seeing the devil's face overlapped with the child's 70 years ago, the pain in his lungs made him unable to stand up.

"Shenfeng Wuying!" Harry decided to strike first, and his remaining strength might not last long.

Before the spell fell, a red light shot out quickly with the sound. Harry turned sideways quickly, causing pain like bone shattering all over his body, and just barely brushed his arm.

Before he could take a breath, a red light fell.

"Cruciate."

Sure enough, it was the Cruciatus Curse that the Dark Lord was always good at.

"Well, I don't want to hold you accountable for throwing black magic at me as soon as we met, let alone for destroying my diary." The Dark Lord looked at the savior lying on the ground because of the pain, and there was a moment in his heart that he couldn't catch. live emotions.The handsome devil paused, leaned closer to the savior, narrowed his eyes and continued, "Tell me, where is the locket?"

He became more and more concerned about that inexplicable forgotten weakness, and he seemed to have... forgotten some very important facts.He needs to refresh, through the emotions stored in the locket.

Contrary to the Dark Lord's expectation, the news that he thought he would need to coerce and lure with a dozen Cruciatus, but could not be forced out, was unexpectedly presented obediently by the Savior.

Harry stretched out his hand with difficulty, and took out a silver chain from his pocket, and on the other end was a Slytherin locket!

"Tom, the people with you leave immediately!" Harry snapped nervously at the silver chain, trying to threaten him with the locket.Facing that face, he couldn't help calling out another name.As soon as the name was blurted out, Harry realized that he had called the wrong name, and bitterness slid through his heart, leaving a mark all the way.

The Demon King was stunned for a rare moment, and something surged restlessly in his chest like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon.

Is it the induction of the Horcrux?The devil licked his lips, the arrogance in his bones made him no longer scruple.The soul desperately wanted to know the so-called weakness, and the seeking from the subconscious made him reach out his hand involuntarily, to get the pendant hanging in Harry's hand.

No one expected that the savior would dare to attack the devil in the Death Eaters' stronghold, let alone use the locket without the soul piece as bait.

The moment the devil's finger hooked the Horcrux, the savior acted.

"Avada...Shenfeng Wuying!" Harry's knuckles holding the wand turned white, and he quickly switched spells.In the end, he didn't call out the death curse.

Because of nature, there are also personal feelings.

The wound caused by the black magic stretched from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, and the wound spanned the entire upper body, even the devil couldn't bear it.A wound that cannot heal without a counter-curse is like a water valve being opened, and blood gushes out.

It seems that only Snape can counter the curse of Shenfeng Wuying.Unfortunately, Snape was not involved in the intrusion.

The pale young man pulled out a triumphant smile, and before everyone could react, he supported his broken body and used Apparition without hesitation.

"Lord!" It was Bella's exclamation that woke up the surprised Death Eaters.Lucius immediately drew out the snake-headed wand and began to chant the healing spell, but unfortunately it didn't work.He was also at a loss.Even if it is a demon king, he will die at such a blood loss rate.

The handsome young man's face began to pale rapidly, but he only had time to hold the chain of the locket, and then staggered to order—"Go back and call Sev."

The Demon King didn't care about his trivial failure this time.

All his thoughts turned to the locket in his hand.

That forgotten weakness, he intuitively told him, was important to him.

☆、1939 years

Just touched the toes of puberty, the boy's height is like a wicker that has received abundant rain in early spring, growing rapidly, but not as weak as a wicker, with the unique tenacity of a boy, which has attracted the attention of many girls. The wisdom and calmness of ordinary people, most of these gazes came from Ravenclaw.

"Tom, can you explain this magic power flow system to me?" The girl in the blue and white scarf looked pedantic.

Tom nodded, and marked all the important points on the picture gently and patiently, with a relaxed expression, and the young man's grasp of expressions has been perfected.

"Thank you!" The girl blushed with excitement, as if she knew where the treasure was buried.

When the girl reluctantly left, the boy's expression immediately sank, and the narrow eyes that gradually stretched out revealed aloofness and darkness. No one could have imagined that these eyes could be disguised so softly.

After walking a few steps forward, I saw my roommate, Ovie Parkinson, who was waiting at the entrance of the corridor early.One of the three people who gave him presents at Christmas.

"Hey, Tom." The thin boy waved at him, his palm-sized face was half covered by drooping bangs, but those eyes, which were not as bright as Slytherin's, somehow reminded the boy of... Harry.

But the name just flashed by and was immediately covered up.

Tom turned his gaze back to his roommate and nodded slightly: "Let's go."

The tall and slender boy walked in front, keeping a certain distance from the people beside him, like a suspicious fox, vigilant and on guard.

Tom stepped out of the castle seemingly carelessly, and stepped across the green lawn, looking at the boy beside him coldly and contemptuously from the corner of his eye.

Ovie Parkinson, a humble Slytherin.Parkinson, who was born in a small manor, has always been Malfoy's servant, and he only dared to talk to Abraxas Malfoy after he took the initiative to show his favor.

"It's a holiday after the exam. Where are you going to play, Tom?" Ovi adjusted his expression carefully, trying to make himself look more comfortable.These small actions were naturally seen by Tom clearly.

"No, I want... to go home." The boy paused