[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Tring's expression was cold.

He likes to fly, but the happiest memory only stays at Hogwarts.In the three years from seventeen to twenty, he spent more time riding on a broom than Hogwarts six years.But every time I pick up a broom, it always symbolizes escape, war, accompanied by death, parting...even in the end, I began to hate the broom a little bit.

In 1946, he was trapped in a lonely tower and could not fly.

In 2001, he was trapped by the war and dared not fly.

The culprits are Tom Riddle and Voldemort.

Harry wanted to go back, he always had to, but the first thing he wanted to do was get out.

When Harry cast his eyes on the dark window again, the Slytherins had already squinted their eyes.

The tower is ten meters high, and it can fall into the stagnant sea with a single jump, but there are thousands of corpses in the water.Even if you get out of the water quickly, there's a ghostly Death Eater in the air... Maybe he won't die, but he will become a soulless idiot; maybe he will die...

With a thought in Harry's mind, even his breathing became short of breath.

The horoscope will not allow him to die in the past, does that mean that if he dies, he can go back to 2001?

You can't try.

There was a rational voice in my head saying so.

If his deduction was wrong and he died, what would Hermione and Ron do?What should the wizarding world that belongs to him do? ...What about Tom?

Harry pursed his lips tightly, his bloodless face looked even paler.

Slytherin just sullenly, did not speak, lowered his eyes and drank the soup spoonful by spoonful.

Compared with Slytherin, Gryffindor is still too simple and easy to understand.

Tom took the napkin and wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth, then reached out and took out the knife and fork from Harry's hand: "It seems that you don't want to eat. Go take a shower, let's do something else."

Almost reflexively, all the muscles in Harry's whole body contracted instantly, tensing from the jaw to the neck, and the pupils of the eyes shrank, showing a gesture of extreme fear.

Tom put the plate back into the kitchen, turned around and glanced at Harry, the expression of fear and fear that had excited him the most appeared on Harry's face, but suddenly made his heart sink.

Tom found he didn't like the look very much.

The author has something to say: the donkey has started school, please call me a senior dog.

I originally planned to change it weekly, but I tried it this weekend and found that the time is still very fast, and I can't finish my homework... There is only one day on the weekend...

It means that the donkey really wants to say that ORZ will be cheap again next year... Well, it depends on the situation and try to squeeze time.

☆, November 1946

The cave was so dark that there was no light, revealing a suffocating silence.The darkness was overwhelming, and even the pupils could not receive any hope.

despair.broken.collapse.

The cave is a natural barrier, separating a small piece of sea area.Although it is a small piece, to Harry, it is boundless.

In this space, apart from him and that person, there are almost no living, warm creatures.There are tens of thousands of corpses in the water, and the dementors covering the field of vision on the water surface.There is no magic wand, no time jumper, no sharp metal, and even the walls are made of materials that are difficult to forcibly break and deform with pressure. Not to mention leaving, even death has become a delusion.

Like Rapunzel in the fairy tale.The beautiful princess was held captive by a witch on a high tower, with only one window for breathing and looking out, isolated from the world, and kept the ultimate beauty in her own field of vision.

He once grabbed the collar of the child he brought up with his own hands, and yelled at him with red eyes: "I'm going crazy! I'm going crazy!"

That person let him move, just like pampering his child's unreasonable troubles, his tone was soft, but it instantly made him fall into hell.

He said softly: "If you are crazy, you will never be able to get out."

Harry buried his face between his knees.He hadn't made such a vulnerable gesture since leaving his closet at number four, Privet Drive.Harry squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to look at any of the furniture in the tiny tower.

Harry felt like he was losing his ability to speak.A dark cave couldn't distinguish day from night, he just felt that he hadn't spoken to anyone other than Tom for a long, long, long time.Even talking to Tom was nothing but perfunctory and moaning.

He really wants to go out, misses the outside...

He missed the smell of sun-sterilized quilts, even though Hermione once seriously disgusted him with the smell of charred mite corpses.He missed the smell of the grassy air after the rain, although he had never liked the indescribable smell of grass roots.He also misses the smell of sweat as he walks into the bathroom grinning after his duel with Tom, though that Tom is long gone.

Time seemed to be stretched deliberately, allowing the pain to spread infinitely.Too much time had passed, too long for Harry to remember how long he had been here, or what today's date was.

"Today, what's the date?" His tongue started to get knotted, and his useless and gradually degenerating organs had already started to stiffen, and it was extremely difficult to even express a whole sentence.

Tom was obviously very happy that Harry took the initiative to talk, and leaned over like ordinary couples, and exchanged a kiss: "It's November, the temperature has begun to drop, and the tower has cast a heat-retaining spell, do you feel cold?"

Harry didn't seem to hear Tom's inquiry, and the blood in his whole body began to flow backwards, cool down, and become cold.

November, November [-].

This date is like the final hammer on the auction table, hanging in the air and falling, loud and unchangeable, announcing the end of everything.

Tom would never grow up as he imagined.

Half of his mission failed.

In fact, he had already failed, and Harry knew it, but he subconsciously believed in the possibility of success, and insisted on this conclusion as stubbornly as a mangy dog.

However, it is already November.

His task, his partner, his mission... He has carried too much burden, worried too much, hesitated too much, and in the end he was so sad that he found that he had not accomplished anything.All his persistence has become self-righteous, all his efforts are like a joke, all his tolerance is conniving, and all his retreat is stupid.

He finally understood what Hermione meant.

——"This is a game made by the horoscope."

Fate chart, you win.

Harry once asked Tom: "What is your weakness?"

What answered him was the other party's predatory biting and kissing. After everything was over, the handsome Slytherin smiled conceitedly and said haughtily, "I have no weaknesses."

Also, who would be unguarded in telling others about their weaknesses?

Jon is a Slytherin, and a good Slytherin at that.

If it wasn't because some ideas of the Slytherin family violated her principles, I'm afraid that her dandy younger brother would not be the head of the family at this time.

Abraxas Malfoy sat across from Jon, squinting at the senior Slytherin.

The name Jon was no stranger to Slytherins. Even when they were sensible, the elders told them that Jon was a betrayer in a contemptuous tone.It's a shame that an excellent and powerful Slytherin is unwilling to seek benefits for the family's future planning, and betrays the family that raised and nurtured her!

But this humiliation was undoubtedly accompanied by jealousy and resentment.

The youngest Auror director, the most potential real power controller of the Ministry of Magic, imagine how much influence she would bring if she still served the family and Slytherin!

The opponent was a Slytherin who was not inferior, or even better, and Abraxas Malfoy had to tense up and go all out.

"I don't know...is senior interested in working with me?" Malfoy smirked.

Jon didn't have time to play Slytherin with him. His expression changed when he heard this sentence, and he concluded with absolute certainty: "It's related to Harry."

Abraxas didn't shy away either, and nodded carelessly: "I think senior has also noticed something is wrong. I don't know how far senior has guessed?"

Jon did notice something was wrong.Although Harry said that he would be away for a long time and would not see each other, the contact should always be maintained.Magic owls are not carrier pigeons, they can accurately find the recipient most of the time, unless the breath is blocked.And... Tom, who works at Borgin Bock, didn't show any signs of agitation.

Very, very wrong.

"I didn't guess anything." Jon shook his head. "Since it is your cooperation, I think you should provide enough information."

Malfoy smiled, this time with a real smile, even wearing a sense of mystery like a magician, took out a necklace from his pocket, and placed it on the table: "I think Senior Jon should recognize what this is."

She naturally recognized what it was!

Such a silver necklace with an hourglass as a pendant is not common as an accessory, and in Jon's impression, only Harry has it.At first she thought it was just a special accessory, but the pendant in the shape of an hourglass was not small, and even a bit cumbersome, but Harry never left this pendant for a moment.

"Where did you get it!" The heroic woman's expression froze, her eyes were so cold that it seemed capable of killing people.

Malfoy was not very scared, he shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner: "I watched Tom try to damage it with dozens of spells, including the Killing Curse, but it was unscathed. Then he threw it into the English Strait, and I had the elves get it back later. The Malfoys almost lost a magical house-elf to it."

"What did Tom do to Harry?" Jon's attention was fixed on that alone.

"I think you should have guessed it."

Jon stopped talking.She had indeed vaguely guessed something.With Tom Riddle's twisted and perverted possessiveness over Harry Potter, what else could he do with Harry?

But at least fortunately, with Tom, Harry's life is absolutely not in danger.

"So we're working together now?" Malfoy asked with a smirk.

Jon couldn't help raising his brows, and said with a sneer: "Aren't you worried that I will bring a team of Aurors and push you directly to Azkaban?"

"You've already been demoted, Miss Jon." Malfoy smiled, and waved a finger in front of Jon, with a look of indifference, "Now half of the Ministry of Magic are Slytherins, And half of the Slytherins have a lot of connections with the Death Eaters, do you think they might let you take away their leader? It's okay to tell you, you can't shake him anymore."

Jon hooked his lips.She was originally a Slytherin, and working for the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors was nothing more than sticking to her profession rather than her personality.Now she has no obligation to get rid of Tom Riddle for the wizarding world.

Malfoy, who is good at observing words and expressions, immediately caught the subtle changes in the expression of the person opposite, so he stretched out his hand: "Have a nice cooperation."

Jon also reached out his hand and shook it seriously.

Before Abraxas could speak, Jon suddenly asked, "Why did you betray Riddle?"

"I didn't betray him. For the sake of the family, I just... want a perfect leader." Malfoy said with a smile.

From ancient times to the present, from men to women, from Caesar to Elizabeth, from heroes, emperors to queens, they will not allow a person who can influence them to such an extent to exist.So, Tom Riddle, Lord, can't have either.

"Although we have different starting points, our purpose is the same. Let's have a good discussion about how to do it."

Jon asked Malfoy for the hourglass necklace.

"What do you want to do?" Malfoy looked at Jon with a strange expression, "If you want to find someone to be firm, I have already looked for it, but the appraiser doesn't even know him."

Jon sneered coldly: "Can the so-called appraisers you find compare with the professors at Hogwarts?"

"Okay." Malfoy obviously didn't trust Jon very much, but he had no choice but to hand her the necklace embarrassingly.

So Jon put the necklace in his arms and visited the rune professor at Hogwarts.

"Jon? Why did you come here?" The elegant magic text professor smiled and poured a glass of water for Jon.

Jon couldn't help showing a smile, and without pretending, he passed the necklace over: "Professor, I have something to trouble you today, can you please help me find out what kind of magic tool this is?"

The middle-aged man with glasses and slightly white temples took the necklace, studied it carefully for a while, and suddenly showed a look of enlightenment.

"Four or five years ago, a student drew it with paper, and copied a copy of the magic text on it for me to study. At that time, I was very surprised and curious. I didn't expect to see the real thing today." Professor Mowen returned the necklace to Jon and said with a smile.

student?There was little doubt that Jon was sure it was Tom Riddle.But... four or five years ago?Four or five years ago, Tom Riddle began to suspect the function of this necklace, and then conducted an investigation?

This Slytherin is scary.

"So what's the use of this?" Jon asked.

The elegant man pushed his glasses: "To put it simply, it is to travel through time and space. This necklace can make people jump for decades."

"……What's the meaning?"

"That is to say, the owner of this necklace can go back to any point in the past hundred years. Or in other words, he jumped to the present moment from the future or within the past 100 years." The professor explained patiently.

Harry...from the future or the past?

Jon clutched the necklace, frowning more and more.

So why Tom wanted to destroy the necklace can be explained.

...he didn't want him to leave.

The author has something to say: First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone, this chapter was written a bit hastily.

After discussing with the girls in the group, the donkey decided to make the following changes:

Cut off the emotional drama of imprisonment, directly develop the plot, and enter the final state.The plot in the middle is temporarily skipped. If there is time after the end, I may add the middle part [The middle is full of meat...]

47 has been written for a year, and the plot line is getting longer and longer, and the time is getting longer and longer.Donkey entered the third year of high school, and he couldn't cope with the week and week. Writing novels did affect the donkey's study. Compared with novels, the three-dimensional dimension is more important.I can't just let it go, and I don't dare to wait until the college entrance examination is over before writing. Maybe all the inspiration and foreshadowing will be forgotten by then, and if I pick it up and write again, the writing may not be satisfactory.

So I plan to end it directly, but the end may take [-] to [-] words.Just in the third year of high school, the studies are relatively bearable, so the donkey posted the ending during this period.

You don't have to worry about the unfinished ending, the ending has been conceived for a long time.Would I say that I wrote it for a year just to write the ending to abuse Mr. Tom?

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☆, November 1946

April 1946

Tom, too, noticed Harry's restlessness.

Perhaps this statement is not true.

Tom's eyes were always focused on Harry, staring openly or peeping quietly. Even before Harry himself noticed, Tom Riddle had already noticed his mood swings.

Still calmly, he brought the sliced ​​apple to Harry's mouth, watching him swallow it with a dazed expression.

"What are you thinking about?" He leaned over, licked the juice around his mouth, watched him suddenly come back to his senses with satisfaction, and looked with satisfaction at the miniature of himself presented on the iris of the other party.He didn't like the hollow look in Harry's eyes.Eyes that can't accommodate anything will make him feel extraordinarily indifferent.

Harry's skin was pale because he didn't see the sun. Coupled with his ugly complexion, the savior in his 20s looked as haggard and emaciated as if he had been poisoned.He was indeed poisoned, poisoned by a ferocious tarantula, and he was suppressed under the spider's mouthparts, lying flat like a sacrifice, allowing the spider to absorb nourishment from its body...

"Tell me what you are worried about, can I help you?" The black-haired young man hugged his waist sideways, his deep and calm eyes gave people the illusion of dependence and hope.

It's just an illusion.

"Let me go, okay?" Seemingly finding an outlet for his anxiety, Harry grabbed Tom's arm tightly, as if holding onto a fleeting hope.

Unfortunately, hope is only an illusion.

Tom's shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and his bare forearms were reddened by Harry's grip.But the owner of the arm didn't care at all.

"I can help you other than that." Tom smiled, letting Harry tighten his fingers and squeeze his arm so painfully, like a child with a toy axe.

I don't know if it was caused by anger, but something rushed from the chest to the corner of the eyes, making the eye sockets red.He still vaguely remembered this feeling, just like when he was still living at Durise's house and was deliberately thrown by Dudley and Petunia in an unfamiliar vegetable market, crying with red eyes.He seemed to be back at that time, crying and shouting loudly, afraid and tired but could only cry and look for it.

Helpless, anxious, hesitant...

This sentiment has come up many times.When he watched Sirius fall from the curtain, when Dumbledore hid him under the astronomy tower and watched him fall from the tower, when reporter Rita called him "the escaped savior" for the first time ...

But he came over again and again. Although his body was covered with bruises, his head was still held high.

Harry gritted his teeth fiercely, the whites of his eyes were stained with blood, his emerald green eyes looked a little tired and tired due to the unhealthy environment, but they were so bright that people couldn't look away.

He still has one last method, a method that cannot be tried unless it is absolutely necessary!

Jon couldn't explain why he wanted to help someone who had no kinship with her, no, even if there was a kinship relationship, she wouldn't necessarily try her best to help him.But she did.Either it was due to the friendship with him for six or seven years, or it was secretly driven by the horoscope.The horoscope always has to find a way to bring the deviated history back on track, right?

"You have to make sure that after we rescue him, you can make Tom never find him." Malfoy looked at Jon seriously, carefully covering his calculating thoughts, "Otherwise Tom will find him again here."

Jon doesn't trust Abraxas Malfoy.As a Slytherin, Jon understood how much the other party had reserved.So she touched the hourglass necklace in her pocket, swallowed all the secrets, and glanced at the other party coldly: "Of course I am sure. But you, who are so bright and bright, are not afraid to 'chat' with me." What did Tom guess?"

"He put almost all his attention on Harry, and didn't even have much time to observe what his subordinates were planning." Malfoy shrugged helplessly, "So you should understand why I want to cooperate with you. "

Abraxas raised a lock of hair on his forehead that covered his eyelids, and smiled frivolously but inexplicably meaningful: "Our Lord is indeed too young."

Jon glanced at him and said nothing.

Malfoy has always been a Slytherin, but not every Malfoy is like this one, with terrible conspiracy theories and guts to support a big enough ambition.And such a Malfoy just happened to meet Tom Riddle who had the same ambition and was excellent and powerful...

This wizarding world is about to change...

But that's okay, there will always be something to upset this dead and weird wizarding world. I just hope that after a while, a group of new forces can rise up and replace them.

But now she doesn't care that much.

"When do we start?" Jon asked.

"At the end of this month, on the 31st. It was Tom's birthday, and many families lined up to hold a grand banquet for him. Presumably he didn't have time to take care of Harry." Abraxas said, "I summoned the elves in the cave. It was built, and there is a barrier outside that weakens the intruder's strength, after I open this barrier, I may not have the magic power to perform the following actions."

"I see." Jon nodded, sneering in his heart.

Malfoy seems to have paid a lot, but actually entrusted her with the most dangerous and most irritating actions to Tom. It is indeed Malfoy!

That being the case, she cannot be defenseless.

Arrived as scheduled on January 12th.

The light tried to dispel the accumulated darkness in the cave through this natural barrier. Once noon passed, the light without backup was suddenly diluted and swallowed by the darkness, leaving no room for it.

It seemed that Harry was the only living being in the cave, and he was carefully protected and imprisoned even more carefully.

Today was Tom's birthday, and he had no intention of spending it with him.

"You want to go?" After more than a month, he took the initiative to speak again.The jerky phrases and almost unfamiliar pronunciation made his tone sound extraordinarily abnormal.

Facing the mirror, Slytherin, who fastened the black bow tie button, turned around, as if a child saw a gift, with a surprised expression and pure joy: "You spoke, Harry."

He kissed him affectionately on the cheek, the way a husband kisses his wife goodbye when he leaves for work: "I'm leaving."

Tom is always obsessed with creating an atmosphere of peace, happiness, and even love. He knows it's just an illusion, but he is sadly immersed in it, and he brutally does not allow anyone to poke it.

Harry grinned, the sarcastic way he'd learned to smile.

—Pathetic Slytherin offspring!

This family seems to be cursed.

People in this family are doomed not to get affection, to abandon humanity and true love, and to be abandoned by true love.

Sarah ran away, giving up friendship, love and family affection; Maple pursued love, but found a man who had the heart to leave his pregnant "wife" without even a sense of responsibility; Morfin was taken by his future wife Abandoned, except for anger, there is no time to experience other emotions; Tom Riddle may have the instinct to love, but he doesn't know how to love at all, and he disdains love.

Harry knew Tom wasn't doing this to him out of love at all.But out of an unobtainable obsession.

Making love is love to the extreme and you can't help it. Of course, you can also make transactions and vent your energy.

"I, help you celebrate your birthday, can't you?" Harry asked intentionally, speaking his tongue so softly that it was almost inaudible.

"Of course, but it will be at night. When I come back." Tom bent his eyes, and the depths of his dark eyes were stained with a bright red that couldn't be wiped off, making him look a little coquettish.He smiled and straightened his bow tie, without any intention of leaving it behind. There was an ambition and self-confidence that could not be ignored.

look!Harry smiled.

In front of Tom Riddle's grand blueprint, in front of the opportunity that can help him build his dark empire, Harry Potter is worthless.What Tom Riddle loves most, what he loves, what he always pursues, in the end, is power.

Harry removed the sharp point, shook his head with a wry smile, and watched him leave.

He just wanted to help Tom spend his last birthday, as he had done many years ago, father, cake, candles and children.After all, back in 2001, he couldn't celebrate his birthday.

But...forget it.

Harry first tried to cut an artery in his own neck with the knife.

The enchanted knife writhed in his hand, lifelike resisting Harry's approach.The process of self-mutilation is extremely painful and long. Anyone who has hope for life cannot commit suicide in the true sense, let alone Harry Potter, who has reasons for faith and persistence?

Suicide is not an easy task, but boys and girls in this world dare to try easily to avoid responsibility, pressure, and growth.Harry didn't understand why he couldn't face the ups and downs of the future if he had the courage to face the fear of life passing away?

Suicide, Harry couldn't do it, anyone who wanted to live couldn't do it.The neck was almost cut open, not deep enough, and the blood hadn't flowed out yet, but the pain had already spread to the nerve center.Reason knew that this had to be done, but the instinct of human survival urged him to let go.

"Idiot! Stop!" A disarming spell was issued from the void, hitting Harry's hand directly.Beneath Tom Riddle's powerful barrier of restraining magic, the spell's power was halved, and Kankan could only let the knife vibrate away from Harry's neck.

Harry stared at the void in amazement.

The air was suddenly broken, a crack tore open the surface visual error.Two people appeared in front of him, under their feet was an invisibility cloak that was as soft as running water and reflected light.

"Potter's family heirloom, I borrowed it with great difficulty," Malfoy followed Harry's line of sight and explained with a shrug, "without it, we would have become dinner for the group of dementors outside .”

Malfoy and... Jon?

The blood on the neck was still flowing, and the bright red liquid rolled over the skin, bringing a chilling temperature.

Why is Jon here?

Harry wanted to hold her back, wanted to ask her how she got in there, wanted to ask her why she was with Malfoy, wanted to ask her... if she managed to save him.

But Jon blocked all his words at once: "Go out and talk!" After saying that, he picked up the invisibility cloak at his feet and put it on Harry.

Get out.

This sentence suddenly made Harry's eyes red.

This is not fragile and sensitive, not cowardly and timid, and it is not crying and shouting gratitude to Dade, but the excitement and excitement of seeing hope after extreme despair!

However, at this time, no one will press the pause button, which makes people recall the touch of life after death.

Destiny moves forward step by step, powerless to stop, unable to change.

Seeing Jon wrapping the cloak of invisibility on the two of them, Abraxas Malfoy grinned suddenly, his gray-blue eyes were full of smiles, making it hard to see the depth: "Miss Jon, do you want me to Crossing a sea of ​​dementors without the protection of an invisibility cloak?"

Harry owned the Invisibility Cloak for nine years.This cloak barely accommodates two adults, and it is almost impossible for three adults!

Jon remained silent, but he didn't show any sign of wavering.

Before the action is successful, differences and contradictions have already emerged.This kind of thing is not uncommon, from Muggles to wizards, from weak to powerful, it is happening.Only with unity can we overcome everything. This kind of reasoning can be catchy by children, but when faced with the choices of life, interests, and safety, what kind of unity can there be?As bystanders, we can only sigh: This is the inferiority of human beings!

"In this case, do I have the right to fight for the right to use the invisibility cloak?" Seeing that Jon didn't intend to back down, Abraxas narrowed his eyes and drew out his wand.

"Except your weapons."

Before Jon could react, the wand in his hand was thrown out of the window and fell into the water with a plop, causing splashes and waking up the terror hidden in the water.

Just when Jon was being careless, Malfoy moved his wand and turned to Harry, who was holding the invisibility cloak and only exposed above his shoulders.

The tip of the wand was accumulating strength and light, and it was Harry who was pointing steadily.

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☆, September 1946, 12

Jon's heart had already sunk to the bottom.

Malfoy used the blood to open the barrier to consume too much power. From the entrance of the cave to the top of the tower, she has been the main defense. When this magic power is suppressed by the magic circle and consumes too much power, can it be possible to fight with Malfoy? contend?Besides, she lost her wand!She didn't dare to act rashly, let alone show her disadvantages.

"Malfoy!" she snapped, "our aim is to get him out!"

"That's only your purpose." Abraxas shrugged, rubbed his finger on the pattern on the handle of the wand, still in the same frivolous and loose manner, but the wand pointed at Harry did not tremble at all.

"What do you mean?" Jon looked at Malfoy fixedly, his face was terribly serious and cold.

"I just want Harry Potter to disappear from the Lord, but..." Malfoy laughed heartlessly, "I now think it is a more direct way to make him disappear from this world."

Listening to their conversation, Harry could vaguely understand the general development of the matter.

die?It was just what he needed.

Harry cast his eyes on the dignified Slytherin woman beside him, and suddenly felt an urge to reach out and hug her.It has nothing to do with the love between men and women, but the most sincere gratitude and guilt from the heart.He used to think that Jon was another Hermione, and he had projected some of that world into this world, trying to find some familiar comfort.

He once thought that this world was nothing more than this, he was just a passerby, and he didn't need a friendship that could be broken by gold and stone.

And when he thought that this mission was a complete failure, and when he had doubts about his own behavior, she took the initiative to stand beside him, with a serious face and a protective posture.

See, at least his presence made the world a little bit different.

"Thank you." Harry let go of the fingers holding the Invisibility Cloak, followed the good impulse of human nature, and stretched out his arms to hug Jon beside him.

The silver cloak slid down like a torrent of water.

Jon froze for a moment.In her memory, very few people would hug her like this, the memory of hugging is so long that she can't even remember