[HP] 47 Days Transformation

The emerald green eyes peered out at the world, and the bottom of the pupils was clear.

"Dad, why don't you hug me?" The three-year-old was articulate, standing at the feet of the savior's father.As soon as his father left, he followed with his short legs, stubbornly refusing to leave, even if he fell, he just got up clumsily, rubbed the tip of his red nose, and followed again.Just like the Harry who knew the hope was slim back then, but never gave up pursuing love and hope.

"Daddy!" The child's high-pitched voice made Harry feel his guts spasm after spasm.He looked back and saw the face that looked like a young Tom again.Every time I look at this child, I feel more and more unforgivable for my pandering at that time.

The child was sobbing, and the broken voice was full of grievances and stubbornness: "Scorpius has a father's hug, why can't I have one?"

The child's crying was heartbreaking, Harry couldn't hold on at all, and the real Harry Potter had nowhere to hide.

No matter how indifferent and tough the appearance is, Harry Potter is still the clumsy boy longing for love and family.

"No, don't cry..." Harry stretched out his hand stiffly facing the facial features that were very similar to Tom's, hesitating and struggling, but he hugged the child seriously, just like he hugged Tom back then.

"Father..." The child's cries faded, and he buried his face in his father's neck, covering up a ray of red light that flashed in his emerald green eyes.

☆, September 1943, 10

Harry hadn't expected to stop it.

Well, he expected it.He had hoped that the child would be afraid of Dumbledore and his existence, and stop searching the secret room; he had hoped that the child would suddenly remember his angry expression when he opened the secret room, and then stay away from the secret room.

But how is it possible?Such a thought seemed ridiculous even to Harry himself.

When he grabbed the dark-eyed boy not far from the girls' bathroom, there was a 'bang' in his mind, and the two words slammed down heavily. The dust settled and cannot be tampered with—it was too late.

what can harry doHe could only turn pale, stop the Ravenclaw girl forcefully, grabbed the girl's arm fiercely, and warned in a low voice like a demon: "No, don't go to the girls' bathroom on the second floor!"

"Teacher Potter!" Ravenclaw clearly recognized the young man, and the girl with thick glasses screamed, causing the students next to her to look sideways.

Harry licked his chapped lips, stared at the girl with beautiful bright eyes, slowed down his voice, and lowered his voice to warn word by word: "Don't go to the girls' bathroom on the second floor."

Taojin Shirley thought it was very strange, but was frightened by the young man's pale face, and nodded quickly.

But man is such a despicable creature, the more he emphasizes, the more he prohibits, the more he warns, the more curious he becomes.Anything, as long as the word "forbidden" is put on the front, it will be kissed by the siren immediately, emitting a smell, and bewitching passers-by to approach.Like forbidden, forbidden, forbidden love.

October 10, Halloween, is carnival.

The make-up party in the hall was going on lively, and the Hogwarts hall filled with laughter seemed extraordinarily hot. The heat exhaled by the children gathered above the hall, and continued to ferment as the party became more and more lively, like alcohol activated All brains.

But there are always some people who still remain calm at such times, no matter how enthusiastic they are on the surface, they blend in with the laughing crowd, and the soul under the body is completely disconnected from the body, sneering, watching, waiting for the best shot When the time comes, you are ready to leave at any time.

"Mr. Potter, instead of my cousin Charles, I would like to offer you a toast!" No matter which country, whether human or Muggle, they always like to show their respect with wine.Naturally, Harry couldn't refuse Signus' toast.Of course, Signus drank low-proof cider, and Harry had strong-proof mead.

In a blink of an eye, a cup has been drunk.

"Harry, are you still getting used to it?" Old slippery Slughorn raised his glass to him, winking at him, "You are excellent, and Tom is also excellent."

Naturally, the elders couldn't refuse the toast.

Then, as if on purpose, the professors cheerfully raised their arms towards him, and toasted him again and again with kindness and mischief, and the group of Gryffindors who got along well with him were unscrupulous and loved to join in the fun. They followed suit, walking in front of him one by one in strange clothes, stammering a bunch of congratulatory messages, and then excitedly watching him drink, making Harry dumbfounded.

They seemed to enjoy getting the new young man drunk.

This is a prank?

Fate Pan covered his mouth and chuckled, moved his fingers, and the puppet rope connecting the whole world trembled.

——No, this was deliberately planned by the horoscope.It will not allow history to change. When history is about to change, a stone will appear under your feet, which will completely trip you and waste all your previous efforts.

Tom looked at Harry, who was already half-drunk and blushing on the teacher's bench, curled his lips imperceptibly, removed the redundant decorations of his ridiculously cumbersome make-up evening dress, and stepped out of the hall under the cover of the hilarious and crowded crowd. , closed the door, isolating the noisy cheers inside the door.

Witnessed by the moonlight, Slytherin smiled and unbuttoned his collar, step by step, towards the power he dreamed of.

The fate board is hidden behind the chessboard, and just by stretching out one hand, you can control the course of all the chess pieces, without any suspense, and win overwhelmingly.

——This is a game made by fate chart!

Taojin Shirley covered her mouth, choking on the crying that was about to overflow, and stood at the fork in the corridor, not knowing where to go.On the right is the road leading to her dormitory, but the girls who live with her hate the sound of her crying the most. Not only is it not comforting, but ironic, and they are keen to hear her crying more and more sad.On the left, is the path leading to the bathroom she used to go to.The place was remote and quiet, and she could cry with absolute peace of mind.

"Don't go to the bathroom on the second floor!" She still vaguely remembered the young teaching assistant's warning, but compared to the words, the girl clearly remembered the pale, limestone-like face of the teaching assistant.But how powerless language is.

Could it be that there will be monsters eating people there?

Myrtle took off her glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, wiped away the tears that had overflowed, pursed her lips, and walked towards the bathroom she was familiar with.

She didn't want to leave the masquerade.

But Olive Hombey sarcastically mocked her appearance as a corpse crawling out of an ancient tomb!He picked on her front teeth, her freckles, her two braids out of fashion, and her thick glasses that couldn't see her eyes clearly. From the beginning to the end, he was ridiculed by him, as if she had stained his eyes Generally, criticize severely, regardless of her being a girl.

Any girl can't stand it, not to mention this weird girl is extremely sensitive and fragile.

The more the girl thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and finally ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, locked herself in a cubicle, and cried hard.

Crying also takes energy, Tao Jin leaned against the wall of the cubicle, tired from crying, and gradually fell asleep.

Tom entered the girls' bathroom with ease, rubbing the faucet carved with a snake body, and took a step back. His vocal cords vibrated, causing the surrounding air to vibrate, and a 'hissing' sound came out.

The washstand gradually unravels, revealing the secret hidden behind the mirror for millennia.

Tom raised the corners of his mouth, and in his dark eyes, the pleasure brought by controlling power was compressed to the extreme.Unlike the feigned happiness at a masquerade party, this kind of joy is close to madness and has the same name as ferocious.

From the discovery of the secret room to the present, more than a week is enough for him to thoroughly explore the structure of this underground secret room, enough for him to find the greatest inheritance of Slytherin, enough for him to awaken and release his own power!

Today, he's going to let the basilisk out of its hole for the first time, and he's going to use his powers for the first time!

"Talk to me! Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four!" Tom had no intention of going down, he just stood at the entrance of the cave, chuckling and whispering in a Parseltongue. The color can be transmitted very far, so far that even the basilisk living in the cave can clearly hear it.

The basilisk spit out its core, and slowly poked its head out of the cave. The pair of yellow eyes on the head made people shudder, followed by a body tens of meters long, which was extremely frightening.

"Master." The basilisk closed its eyes on its own initiative, it will never harm the heirs of Slytherin!

"It's... a perfect creature." Tom looked at the smooth and hard python skin on the snake's body almost obsessively, and his eyes that were almost scarlet due to emotional fluctuations focused on the power he dreamed of, and he laughed softly, like an antique collection As if everyone admired an ancient painting, he lowered his voice and praised.

"Master, a person opened the secret room two days ago." The basilisk could not understand human language, and he truthfully reported the abnormality of the previous two days, "He also went down into the hall, and I hid in the mouth of the statue of Salazar , He left before I could go out.”

Slytherin, who was originally in a good mood, had a serious expression on his face, and his narrowed eyes made his gaze almost materialize: "Who!"

"A dark-haired one."

You don't even need to guess, the black-haired one who knows where the Chamber of Secrets is, among so many people, isn't it only Harry from the future who knows?But what made Tom squint—Harry, is he a Parseltongue?

No one knows more about the conditions for the inheritance of the Parseltongue than him - the blood of Slytherin.If he can open the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, it means that he is a Parseltongue. Since he is a Parseltongue and comes from the future, it means...Harry Potter, is he his descendant?

Thinking about it carefully, they seem to be somewhat similar, with the same black hair and the same thinness. If they put on the same clothes, no one would suspect that they are related by blood.

But it doesn't matter.No matter whether there is a blood limit or not, he is destined not to leave Tom Riddle's control!Even, he was a little happy because of this.

The world is so big, but right now, only you and me can speak Parseltongue.

In a sense, the only thing that makes the twisted teenager get weird satisfaction.

You see, they should belong to the same world. How can other people like Hagrid get involved in that?

"This is the women's restroom, go away... Ah!" Tao Jin was woken up by the hissing conversation.She was 100% sure that it was a boy who spoke!She was already in a bad mood and opened the door with a sullen face, trying to drive the boy out, but she suddenly met a pair of yellow eyes and lost consciousness in an instant.

Tom never expected that there would be someone hiding here, and was killed by the basilisk before he could react.

"Damn it!" The usually calm and elegant prefect couldn't help but spat hard, the veins on the back of his hand covered by his pale complexion bulged, "Damn it!"

This damn girl!

Tom didn't expect that things would change so much, all because of a girl who was as ordinary as a rock in a mountain!She is dead!

Slytherin forced himself to calm down, and his eyes on the girl's corpse became extremely cold.

This girl made all his hard work over the past six years come to nothing!

Lost so unexpectedly that he didn't even have time to plan, she would definitely bring the Aurors to search a large area, so that he had to seal up his power back!

He didn't even have time to think about whether he could get this power. The daunting task before him was to clear the suspicion from him!Harry might have predicted the outcome of this accident long ago, but the only good news is that he has no evidence.What's more, Dumbledore is not easy to fool.

With a gloomy expression, Tom stood in front of the girl's lifeless body and kicked it mercilessly.

If it is not allowed, he really wants to throw her into the cave, so that she will be forever bound by the form of a corpse, unable to be reborn!

Tom took a deep breath, blocked all the excitement, and began to calmly think about the follow-up of this matter.

He has long been extremely proficient in framing and framing.

So... Who will be unable to stand up this time?

The half-giant face with the stupid smile that won Harry's smile suddenly flashed into Slytherin's mind, and gradually, the mouth grinned, revealing the white teeth.

Rubeus Hagrid...

The author has something to say: so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy...

Let me make a wish, I hope that when I wake up, I will see many, many messages...

Thank you Aendlesslice, Jiujiu for another mine XD!

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☆, November 1943

History is destined to run this way.

On the night of October 1943, 10, a female student of Ravenclaw Muggle descent died from excessive blood loss caused by a ruptured aorta in the neck.

On the morning of November 11st, the Ministry of Magic investigated it and found a sticky and tough white filament hanging in the corner, and collected two short black hairs on the floor. prick.

In almost bewilderment, the Slytherin Tom Riddle, through remarkable powers of observation, concluded that the filaments were the spider's web and the short spines were the down on the spider's legs.

The Auror immediately took a blood sample, but found a small amount of corresponding toxin in the blood.

On the afternoon of November 11, the Auror execution team determined that the murderer was a juvenile eight-eyed spider and launched an investigation into it.

On the evening of November 11, Rubeus Hagrid, a third-year Gryffindor student, raised a juvenile spider designated as dangerous by the edge of the Forbidden Forest after being reported by Riddle, and confirmed it was true.

On November 11th, the school board decided to expel the breeder Rubeus Hagrid from Hogwarts, but on Albus Dumbledore's bail, he broke his wand and stayed in Hogwarts as a key administrator.

And Tom Riddle, was awarded the Special Contribution Award.

No matter how the history is recorded, the past will be presented before Harry's eyes, which cannot be resisted, tampered with or saved.

The history is engraved on the cold black marble tablet, every knife is clear, there is no possibility of confusion.The stele of history is majestic and solemn. Standing under the stele, Harry looked up with difficulty, but once again realized his own powerlessness and insignificance.

In fact, after going through so many times, it should be numb, right?His face was pale, and he barely managed to laugh at himself.

But just the opposite.

Pain, bone-piercing pain, together with the pain of internal organs being crushed when the time-space jumper was moved, it was so overwhelming that it made people on the verge of suffocation.

He incompetently whitewashed the peace again and again, mustering up the courage to hint to himself-it will change next time.But renewing hope and courage again and again, just to withstand the pain of their shattering?

Naturally not.

Harry could never forget the ecstasy with which he changed history for the first time—the place where Tom was born.It was that kind of radiant hope that made him stick with him for more than ten years. However, no matter how bright the hope and the deepest love, there will be a day when they will be extinguished and worn out.

Last forever?

This is the most ridiculous adjective.

Harry looked at the boy standing on the podium to be awarded the medal, and looked at the impeccable smile on the boy's face. It was the same face, but it suddenly made him feel strange and creepy.

For the first time Harry couldn't help thinking about it.

—Is it time for him to leave?

"Are you okay, Harry?" The old man sitting across from him winked at him, his blue eyes were as far away as the sky, making people unconsciously let go of their guard and opened their hearts.He has always been like this, the trustworthy wise man and elder.

Dumbledore glanced at the resignation letter in Harry's hand, and couldn't help joking: "Although I am a vice-principal, I am only a vice-principal. If you want to resign, you have to report to the principal."

Only then did Harry come to his senses, and scratched his messy hair, "Sorry." He seemed to be used to this bearded old man being the headmaster.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I still want to ask: where will you go after you resign?" Dumbledore, whose hair and beard were still reddish brown, looked at him.

"Probably... let's go on a trip." He can't go back, he has yet to complete the task of finding the weak point, and his physical condition is not yet able to withstand the recent continuous high-intensity jumps. Rather than saying that he can't, it's better to say that he is temporarily trapped in this era .

The old man made an inviting gesture to him: "Then why don't you consider staying? The children like you very much."

Harry couldn't laugh at all, the thin black-haired young man stood at the door with a calm expression: "Because Tom, Professor, I can't believe you didn't see it."

The old man twirled a piece of sugar and put it in his mouth, using the sweetness on his taste buds to temporarily cover up the bitterness rising from his chest.Ever since Harry hinted that he was wary of Tom intentionally or unintentionally, he had been watching the child all the time.He couldn't fully know, but he could faintly sense the strangeness of this incident, even the strangeness of Mei Ni's death.

But he has no proof.So for objective and subjective reasons, the old man also chose to remain silent.

"I'm surprised..." the old man pondered his words, "How do you know?"

In his opinion, Harry wasn't careful enough to see through plots.And because of what he knew about Tom, Tom would never expose his ugly self to Harry.Tom has always been pretending to deceive everyone, but the person he wants to deceive the most and the deepest is Harry.But Harry seemed to know the script of the whole story. He was deceived the most, but he was always sober.

This is probably the most painful, soberly looking at all deception, soberly pretending to be deceived.

"I know, professor, just like the centaurs know the orbits of celestial bodies." The black-haired young man replied, his face still as pale as the wall behind him, terrifyingly pale.

The old man shook his head, "It's different, Harry. Planetary trajectories can be calculated, and they are definite truths."

Professor Dumbledore, but what I know is that the history is certain, what is the difference between the truth and the truth?Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't say anything.

"Tom cares about you very much." The old man clasped his hands and put them on the table, his eyes were as deep as the sea. "I think many people have said this to you. But I still want to say it again."

"Not only I can see it, but I think anyone who knows Tom can. Harry, Tom's bottom line is you. Once you leave, he has no bottom line."

Undoubtedly, the only person the surly Slytherin cared about was probably the young man in front of him, otherwise he would never have intentionally isolated Harry from the outside world and carefully controlled the information that flowed into it.This can't help but make the old man feel a little tired-how can the expression of love be expressed in control?

But fortunately, Harry has all the characteristics of Gryffindor.The old man was relieved, looked at the young man in front of him, twisted a piece of candy and put it in his mouth.

"And Harry, if you can fool me, you can't fool me." Dumbledore rolled the candy again. "You can't trust him at all. Don't argue, or you're not in the Vice-Headmaster's office now."

The old man winked at him with a sly look that made Harry twitch the corners of his mouth, unable to smile, but relieved a little.

The child looked up at his mother, ignorant of the world, and asked bluntly, "Mom, if I wasn't your child, would you still love me?"

"My dear, of course I would."

"Then if I make you sad, are you still willing to love me?" The child refused to let go.

"Of course I would." The mother brushed the hair on the child's forehead, "So, tell mom, did you break the porcelain set?"

—If I make you sad, will you still love me?

It was already curfew time, and there was no one in the hallway, let alone this remote girls' bathroom.The sound of water dripping, and the girl's cry were especially clear and penetrating in the quiet and deserted space.

That girl has turned into a ghost.

The girl's ghost seemed tired of seeing people, and the moment it heard footsteps, it passed through the wall.She'd been questioned by the Aurors for so long, she really didn't know anything!

Standing in the bathroom full of water, Harry ignored his semi-wet shoes and went straight to the washstand. Without reaching out, Harry knew what was carved on the side of the faucet.

"Open." Harry adjusted his stiff tongue, the rough pronunciation was not at all natural in second year.Even though he has lost the talent to talk to snakes, Ron can enter the secret room by imitating pronunciation, let alone him?

He entered very smoothly, and he was much more proficient the second time than he stumbled the first time.

Everything is familiar, the twisted and complicated pipes, the huge secret room, and the huge Slytherin head.

He had come here a few weeks ago in a delusional attempt to kill the basilisk in advance and prevent everything from happening, but how could the horoscope allow it?Without Slytherin's blood, without Parseltongue, he couldn't even summon him.So what if it is summoned?Who would fall without Fox, without the help of the sword of Gryffindor?

The secret room was very clean and quiet, so even the extra breathing could be heard clearly.

Harry took a deep breath, and the air that rushed into his nostrils carried the cold dampness of the underground.

"Tom, come out."

Almost immediately, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, rather than wrapped around him, it was more like a hoop, just like the day he came back from Gaunt's old house, hugging him tightly.

Harry wanted to yell, to mercilessly pierce all his disguises, and to vent his anger for the dead girl, but the anger and grief that had been fermenting in his mind for a long time were suppressed the moment he felt the child's warmth. off.What remains is helplessness, powerlessness, and helplessness.

What's the use even if it's exposed?History will still move forward like this, and such a move will only add grudges.

He pursed his lips, swallowed what was choked in his throat, and said something that Tom couldn't understand in his voice as if it had been ground on sandpaper: "Is your name still Tom Marvolo Riddle? "

Is your name still Tom Marvolo Riddle?

You didn't... become "I am Voldemort" did you?

The author has something to say: I personally feel that Lord Rowling has a bug here. A girl of Muggle blood died. How did she suddenly know that it was Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets that was opened?Tom would never have revealed the Chamber of Secrets, and I don't think the other students would have guessed.Of course it's just a personal opinion, so I'll write it as a murder...

Also, I think I'm trying to kill myself by arranging the plot like this... I want to skip the middle and write the ending, so it's swollen...

Another thing, thank you girls for your mines, and I will thank you one by one when I have a computer.

The next update is on Saturday.

that's all!

☆, November 1943

Tom didn't know what Harry was talking about, but the frighteningly wise Slytherin could vaguely guess where the conversation was headed.

His name was, of course, Tom Riddle.But he doesn't like the name.

Ordinary, ordinary, lowly, even if you call Tom on the street, more than a dozen people will turn around.What makes Slytherin even more unbearable is that the name comes from the old Tom Riddle who has been lying under the ground.

It is normal for a son to inherit his father's name.

But how could that ignorant and ignorant Muggle be qualified to be his father?

One day, he will get rid of this half of the dirty blood in his body, and become a complete and complete descendant of Slytherin!

At that time, the name Tom Marvolo Riddle will also be completely abandoned!And he will have a name that makes everyone tremble just by mentioning it!

But Harry was standing in front of him, and Tom would not show his thoughts at this time, or rather, dare not.

From the moment Harry appeared in the Chamber of Secrets, from the moment Harry called him out, Tom's mask was completely lifted, revealing his blue fangs under a smile.

—Harry, in the final showdown with him.

When power conflicted with Harry, Slytherin chose the former without hesitation.He will not regret this choice, but he will be afraid.

He was afraid, so he wrapped his arms around the young man's waist like cold shackles.

Even if the darkest him is exposed to the light, even if the most unbearable means are presented; even if Harry looks at him with disgust, even if Harry is disgusted by him and wants to vomit...

Don't go, Harry.

"Harry, are you...my relative?" Tom asked, burying his face on Harry's neck, his voice was muffled, and in Harry's ears, it seemed to have a nasal sound, giving people a cautious look And the illusion of anticipation.Tom Marvolo Riddle is best at this hand, learned from Billy holding the rabbit 12 years ago, lowering his posture, demagoguery, and whispering, "You will say, I heard You said, that language..."

Harry couldn't help his nose sore, he always thinks too much about human nature.

"I'm not, but I'm your father, at least...in name." Harry sighed.

Once again Tom's disguise worked.He is full of expectations for his relatives?He had only taken the life of his biological father three months earlier.

The boy's body was slender and muscular, even leaning on Tom's chest, Harry could feel the explosive power under his skin.Tom's breath fell softly on the side of Harry's neck, warming it.

"That girl," Harry closed his eyes tiredly, feeling the sudden stagnation of breathing in his ears, and smiled wryly in his heart, "She was buried on the hill next to the Black Lake. If you have time, go and see it."

"Yeah." Tom's eyes darkened.With his back turned to him, Harry couldn't see the slightest shake of emotion in Slytherin.

Harry knew it wouldn't help much.All he could do was ask Tom to visit the girl's grave, unilaterally and purely hoping that such a move would wash away the crimes Tom had committed.

In the end, all his starting points were Tom Riddle.

The two stood in the cold secret room, silent, only the sound of water drops falling quietly.

Harry did have a showdown.In a tacit form, carefully, a balance is maintained between the two.

As wise as Tom, how could he not understand what Harry meant?

"Tom, don't push me." Harry couldn't control the tremor in his voice.He didn't want this, he didn't want to guard against the child he raised every day like this.He wanted to shake him and ask, was it just Tom Riddle who was bad?And then he'll be a perfectly qualified father, holding the hand and watching him grow up, get married, have kids...

There are so many paths to success in the world, why would you choose the one that is the most unconventional?

Tom tightened his arms and hugged him with all his strength, just like he had tried his best to hold Harry's clothes when he was just born.

Harry, don't push me either.

Tom's eyes were red, and he buried his facial features on the side of Harry's neck, pressed his lips against the throbbing pulse of his neck, and suppressed the pain of opening his mouth.He was afraid that as long as he opened his mouth, the sharp fangs would pierce Harry's veins and leave him completely.

He would never forget the way Harry walked in against the moonlight that August day.

Meeting the most beautiful surprise in the deepest despair, and falling into the darkest loss in the brightest smile, who can bear this kind of transformation?At least, Tom Riddle couldn't take it.

The selfish, greedy and paranoid Slytherin never thought about whether Harry Potter could bear it?

Someone once asked: "How many roads must a man walk before he becomes a real man?"

But why no one asks this question: How many times does a person have to experience the disillusionment of hope before his heart dies?

No one asked, but someone answered: The reason why Gryffindor is Gryffindor, the reason why they are called knights, and the reason why they are crowned with the laurels of courage is that they can face the shattered hopes again and again without being shattered.

"Tom, it's just Tom Riddle, okay?"

"Okay." Tom understood Harry's question.Just Tom Riddle, a bright Tom Riddle.Tom pursed his lips, suppressing the crimson welling up from the bottom of his eyes.

As long as you don't leave.

Facing Power and Harry, would the calm Slytherin choose the former without hesitation?

For the first time, he wavered.

Harry stayed and stayed at Hogwarts as a teaching assistant.

Professor Mellors' physical condition seemed to be getting worse and worse, and even the number of times Harry took substitute classes gradually increased.

Although the students were worried about their old professor, they didn't feel any rejection towards the new teaching assistant. After all, Assistant Professor Porter's class was better than that of Professor Mellors.

"Okay, since you strongly request, let's demonstrate. Who wants to be my partner?" Harry's smiling eyes swept across the classroom, deliberately ignoring the always proud Slytherin who finally raised his hand. He raised his hand, "Well...Parkinson, please help me."

The smile on the corner of Tom's mouth did not tremble, watching the boy named Ovie happily stand up from his seat, and then stood beside Harry.

"Tom?" Signus asked, sitting next to him.

Tom raised his eyebrows and looked away at Signus: "What's wrong?"

Signus looked at Tom's perfectly normal expression and frowned: "You...well, it's fine."

Tom turned his head away, smiling as usual.

How could he not notice it?Harry was avoiding him.

Why?Although they didn't expose it, both of them knew it well.

Harry came from the future, what he did and what he hid, Harry knew it perfectly.But...he must have something he doesn't know.

The current him will never know how dirty and pure * is hidden under those glamorous facial features.

—Harry, you'll never know what I'm thinking right now.

Otherwise you wouldn't be standing so close to me.

In the sixth grade, Slytherin, who had already shown his temperament, was sitting in the classroom, smiling extremely softly, dazzled people, and his eyes were blood red.

"Ovi, ​​well done!" Seeing the Slytherin boy unskillfully dissolving the spell he cast, Harry praised without hesitation, "Slytherin plus five points."

In terms of extra points, Harry, who always uses Professor Snape as a negative example, is very generous, whether it is Gryffindor or Slytherin, he is very fair.

Ovie smiled shyly and walked to his seat.Since Abraxas graduated, there was no such thing as being forced, and he was much more cheerful and bold.Once a person is bold, the thoughts that were suppressed will arise again.

A year ago, he, who was always dependent on others, cowardly, and evading responsibility, tried to extend his hands to the initiative for the first time, trying to pass a torch to others.A year later, Ovie looked at the young man smiling beautifully standing on the podium, and pursed his lips.

Ove made his way to his seat, but walked past the Slytherin prefect's desk and met those swarthy eyes.Obviously there is no emotion in it, Ovi still feels sinister and extremely terrifying.

The shy and cowardly boy quickly quickened his pace.

Tom Riddle, Mr. Potter's adopted son, is a demon obsessed with his father!

The timid and cowardly Slytherin once again decided to stretch out his hands, the first time he wanted to resist, and the first time he wanted to protect people who had no blood relationship with him.

The author has something to say: To be honest, I am a little flustered ORZ after posting this article...

Today is April 4th, according to my friends, I should write something about foronenight on this day, but unfortunately the investigation is strict...

Chapter 61 is going to be replaced, what are the girls going to read?Husband and wife ask a hundred questions?Or a 26-letter microfiction?

Another: Asshole's latest mid-term exam, review for a week, and will not update the text from Monday to Friday.

Finally, I would like to thank my sisters for their landmines, [It is said that many girls are throwing landmines for the first time, it is a great honor for the stupid ass to take you away