[HP] 47 Days Transformation

Something is not right.

Around that incomparably excellent Slytherin, a group of people suddenly appeared as if out of thin air.

Three months ago, he also regarded him as the most admired junior.Three months later, he has become his biggest threat.

"Tom, you're graduating in June." Abraxas brushed his hair, seemingly nonchalantly, "Are you going to Malfoy's house?"

Tom pursed his lips and showed a smile: "No, I plan to work in Bojin Burke Magic Shop for a while."

"That...is a black magic shop." Malfoy joked, but his eyes sank.

He invited the Slytherin to join Malfoy's side, but was turned down.

Two years ago, Tom Riddle accepted the olive branch extended by the Malfoy family, and with the invitation from the Malfoy family, opened the way to the pure-blood family and the political world.Two years later, the wolf cub's teeth are sharp, his eyes are bright enough, and his body is strong enough, so he wants to get rid of the female wolf and set up his own family?

Tom Riddle lazily turned his head, eyes as deep as those of the Trench staring straight at the owner of the pure-blood family: "I hope... one day I can receive the owner of Malfoy."

Malfoy, who always paid attention to his image, completely gloomy face, stood up from the leather chair, and looked down at his most admired junior: "Tom, don't try to challenge my family."

The tall Slytherin also stood up, polite and gentle. His eyes, which were so dark that they could swallow all light, began to emit a strange red light, which surprised Abraxas Malfoy, who was always unruly and arrogant. .

"No, I'm inviting you to join me." The handsome Slytherin narrowed his eyes, "I can bring unexpected benefits to the Malfoy family, I can strengthen your status in the wizarding world, and I can break the barriers for you. Rules, establish an order that belongs to you, and I can make you the most glorious patriarch in the family tree."

"cost."

"Follow me."

"Why?"

"By my blood, I have inherited the power of Slytherin."

The gloomy snake language suddenly intervened, and the soft and strange sound of air flow completely interrupted the English communication.The "hissing" sound made by the tongue against the teeth is creepy, as if being stared at by a snake spit out its core, as if it will be entangled by the flexible and powerful snake body in the next second, gradually tightening, gradually Suffocated, gradually assimilated into a corpse by the icy temperature of the snake.

"...Snake whisperer, Slytherin..."

Neither strength nor blood was enough to make Malfoy submit.But if both strength and blood can bring him endless benefits and fame, then can Malfoy, who is chasing benefits, simply refuse?

Slytherin grew up fast.The horoscope removed Harry Potter, the space-time jumper, and gave Tom Riddle unlimited room for growth, stimulating his endless possessive desire and accelerating the ripening of the fruit.

In the end, it is the truth that cannot be ignored.

——This is a game made by fate.

5 month.

Under the night, is Tom's world.

In the land shrouded in darkness, there are only dots of lights in the castle piercing this terrifying tone, but compared to the darkness, the lights are too weak, flickering and struggling, and might be annihilated into a puff of white smoke in the next second.

Tom Riddle is a born liar.Four months ago, he was actually begging to admit his mistakes in front of Harry.

Ovie was right, and he was even more right in scribbling those marks on the paper with a nib without ink like crazy—don't trust T.

So Harry left.

Slytherin accelerated with all his strength, deployed his forces, his subordinates, and his empire, used the edge, energy, and wisdom accumulated in the past to the extreme, and exposed them unreservedly to the eyes of Dumbledore and even the Ministry of Magic Underneath, bearing the risk of being strangled, grows crazily.

He wants to set up the most perfect traps and cages in a very short period of time, waiting for that person's return.

—I'm leaving, but I'll come to your graduation.

Harry, you made three mistakes.Slytherin rubbed the ruby-encrusted ring on his finger, grinning cruelly.

One, you shouldn't come back.Two, you shouldn't have told me the date of your return to give me time to get ready.Three, in the first place, you shouldn't have left.

It was already May, and he still had a month to perfect the trap the hunter had set up, making it stronger and unbreakable.

He also needs to prepare the cage.

He wants to spread the softest hay and leather in the cage, he wants to ensure the most suitable temperature and humidity in the cage, and he wants to prepare the most delicious and juicy grass to feed the prey he finally caught.

Tom stood at the window, his eyes darkened.He stood still, like a statue, without any trembling in his expression or facial features.

But only he himself knew how dull his chest was, as if he was suffocating.

When Harry left, he would feel angry, dizzy and chest tight, as if he had lost a part of his body, physically uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

And the descendants of Slytherin are bound to have an invincible body.

—So, Harry couldn't leave.

2001 2 Month 13 Day.

The Dark Lord is tired of waiting and teasing.The dream made him more and more irritable, but the savior who was holding the secret never showed up.

How could the Duke of Darkness allow his weaknesses to be held in the hands of others and then made public?

Dumbledore's Army is already crumbling, and their positions are constantly retreating and retreating. How long can the savior Harry Potter last?

"Bella." The handsome monarch finally stood up from the throne, looking down at the crazy woman with a condescending look, "Let the Death Eaters get ready, I'm getting bored."

"Lord, do you want to..." Bella, with disheveled hair and looking embarrassed, guessed something, her eyes widened in disbelief, her breathing began to be short, her chest heaved violently.

Voldemort played with the Slytherin pendant that had lost the soul piece in his hand, and smiled slightly, just like he was handsome and gentle at Hogwarts back then.

"Let's see if the boy who survived the catastrophe can still survive the catastrophe."

"Attack Dumbledore's Army."

The author has something to say: I think it's better for me not to talk, so as not to be turned around ORZ...

It was the donkey's fault yesterday.I thought it was because the computer power strip was broken, but after checking, it was found that all the ground sockets in the study room were broken, and the wifi transmitter was also out of power, so the donkey went out to play very smartly yesterday [cover face

Now the donkey is in the black Internet cafe =L=, my brother brought me here.

Damn, I just found out now that this brat actually went to a black Internet cafe!

Thanks to sister Su Jiuxi for her long comment the day before yesterday, the writing style is first-class=3=, and thanks to sister Jin for her long comment [I can’t find the simplified ORZ of the girl’s name in the input method of the Internet cafe...], there should be another update tonight, Yes, it is like that.

☆, November 1945

Harry didn't leave because he was trapped in this era.

There is still a year and a half before the end of the mission, and he must ensure the best condition to complete the mission, the damage to him from time-space jump is definitely not something he can bear at this time.

His plan to transform Tom has failed, so he must not let his plan to find weaknesses fail again!

It was he who insisted on carrying out this already hopeless plan at the beginning, it was he who had vain illusions, abandoned his comrades in arms over there, and tried to fundamentally change the situation of the battle, and it was he who ignored Hermione's objections and extended the dangerous time limit.If he messed up this mission because of him, then what kind of expression should he face those young fighters?How to say to them: I'm sorry, your hopes have failed?

Where did he go?

Dangerous forests, bustling arenas, bounty mission halls with people coming and going, temporary Auror teams...

Wherever he can be tempered, where he can become stronger, he is there.

The descendants of Slytherin frantically absorb the nourishment of the outside world, and use the surrounding depletion in exchange for their own growth, while the savior uses the thorns from the outside world to grind out thick calluses on his palms in order to grow.At this time, they all have only one purpose - to become stronger!

But the purpose of the two is completely different.

Harry once told everyone in his last Defense Against the Dark Arts class: What kind of black magic can maximize its effectiveness?The black magic that guards a person from the bottom of my heart.

Before the words were finished, the Slytherins under the stage were already laughing into a ball. They couldn't help themselves, even burst into tears, rolling on the desk with their stomachs in their hands. The laughter of the young girl Qingyue would hurt the heart of any professor.

No one believed him, even Gryffindor, who had always been on good terms with him, just shrugged and didn't make any comments.

They laugh because they don't know that the sacrifice of the mother destroyed the figure that terrified the wizarding world and protected him until he was 20 years old.

In this era, the boundaries between black magic and white magic, darkness and light have long been clear.

Harry has failed many times, and the 14 years he stayed on the time jumper is undoubtedly the most failed one for Harry Potter. In 14 years, even people's ideas cannot be changed.

"Why change?" Fate whispered in his ear, relaxed and happy, "Just find your weakness and leave."

6 month 30 day.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed, and the seventh graders of Hogwarts are about to graduate, and they are about to step into a brand new world of adults.

Today is the graduation ceremony for Hogwarts seventh graders.

The students in the other six grades are still in class, and all the space except the classroom will be reserved for this group of young people who are about to enter the society.

"Baby, congratulations on your graduation!" The father raised his wine glass, stopped the girl's shoulder, and clinked glasses with the girl with a smile on his face.Invited parents also celebrated the continuation of their lives in the same room where they lived and studied.Everyone is the protagonist of the carnival, and everyone is surrounded by their most important people and people who regard them as the most important people.

With one exception, Tom Riddle.

Beside him, there was even only one Abraxas Malfoy who was not much different from his young age.

"I didn't ask you to come." The descendant of Slytherin used a fork to cut the meat with its tendons, without looking up.

Abraxas returned the salute to the parent who greeted him next to him, acting like a guardian: "But your plan needs me, doesn't it?"

Slytherin curled his lips and looked at the open door in the hall.

Parents basically entered the venue early on, and almost no one came in or out near the door.If someone came in at this time, they would not escape the eyes of anyone in the arena.

His plans did require the participation of Abraxas.

His strength is still too weak, but that doesn't negate his excellence.In six months, even if Emperor Napoleon, who was brave and good at fighting and proficient in strategy, was alive, he could not guarantee that he could establish a complete and powerful empire of power in such a short period of time.And Tom Riddle, only this year.

He has not yet fully grasped to force him to stay.He still doesn't have enough force to snatch his hourglass in an instant, in case he escapes his imprisonment by jumping through time and space.

He also needed a more effective, more...adventurous method.

No matter how stiff the armor is, there will always be places where metal is welded; no matter how strong the fabric is, there will be places where needlework is stitched. If you find a weak point, half of the battle is won.

So Harry jumped 70 years to find Voldemort's weakness, and Tom Riddle was trying to create Harry Potter's weakness.

Tom knew Harry like he knew a part of himself, and he knew there was a way to make Harry completely soft-hearted, guilty, regretful, and then stay completely.

Slytherin reached into his pocket, and under the cloth cover, stroked the small vial of potion inside.

If Professor Slughorn sees it, he will immediately recognize the ... love potion that he gave as a reward three years ago.

The graduation ceremony was approaching, and that talent was long overdue.

Since he had appeared at the door, Tom could not look away.

I haven't seen him for six months, except for that person's slightly tired look, nothing has changed.

Even in the past 14 years, his facial features, appearance, and even his mentality and thinking have not changed much, and it is simply easy to guess.

"Sorry, I'm late." That person was no longer taller than him, and even if he stood upright, he was only below the bridge of his nose.

Tom liked this height, and if Harry wanted to meet him, he would raise his head slightly, exposing his Adam's apple and neck without defense, and the look of complete trust made Slytherin extremely obsessed.Of course, what fascinates him is not "trust" itself.

Malfoy thought his boss should be overwhelmed with excitement, but his boss just said, "You are indeed late."

Although the tone was flat, Malfoy could feel the air suddenly churning around him, as well as the suddenly tense and bulging muscles of the Slytherin descendant.

Abraxas ruffled his hair, then nodded at Harry: "Mr. Potter."

Harry was even panting slightly.

Six hours ago, he had just completed a mission to hunt down a python, and before he had time to rest, he crossed the English Channel and returned to London to attend Tom's graduation ceremony.

He never attended graduation ceremonies.To be exact, he hasn't even graduated yet.

In the first year of the seventh grade, when he was supposed to graduate, he, Hermione, and Ron fled outside. What they faced was the gloomy forest, the glowing green wand, and the floating dark mark, and what they were supposed to face It is a warm castle, appreciation from teachers and parents, and a smiling graduation ceremony.

Rather than saying that I came back to grow up with Tom, it is better to say that I let myself grow up.

"I'll go and say hello to Principal Dumbledore first." Harry looked at the Slytherin, even though his mind was unnatural, but his physiology was already used to it.Although there are still grievances, the physiology who has lived for 14 years is very close to that child, as if they are connected by blood. As soon as they meet, they feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

"Okay." The child smiled, and Harry's heart was moved by his handsome and upright appearance.

How many girls can you charm?

Harry chuckled and turned to the old man who was sitting in his seat drinking mead but blinking at him.

"I can teach you how to make him fall in love with you." Abraxas squinted his eyes, looking at the back of the young man leaving.

The devil beside him was not interested in this topic: "I just want to keep him."

Malfoy stopped talking.

Abraxas felt very bad.

Harry Potter, the degree of influence on Tom has long been beyond the normal range.To become a successful superior, these influencing factors may be fatal.

Before, he always thought that he would take Tom Riddle under his command, so he was happy to see the restrictions, fetters and factors affecting this ambitious man.However, now, the Malfoy family followed Tom Riddle, and for the long-term interests of the family, the descendants of Slytherin he followed should be perfect and free from defects.

He wanted to create an invulnerable, wise and ruthless Tom Riddle, not the current Slytherin who would have emotional ups and downs because of one person.

Abraxas stared at the young man standing beside Dumbledore with dark eyes.

When Harry came back, Abraxas had left.

"I'm very happy that you're back." Tom leaned closer to Harry, obediently and earnestly making Harry feel a little at a loss.

Maybe it was another disguise.A voice in the back of his mind said this to Harry.

"Are you going?" Tom asked, grabbing Harry's wrist and looking into those emerald green eyes.

"...Well, I'll be back when the time comes."

Although it was the expected answer, Tom still felt suffocated, just like he stayed in the "home" alone many years ago, tyranny, anger, madness... all negative emotions began to breed.

But at least the man he was at this time was no longer the man he was then.

"Why don't you go have a cup of butter beer? I'll call Abraxas together." At least now he can suppress all his emotions and follow the plan perfectly.

Maybe it was Tom's attitude that made Harry relax a little.

The slightly tired young man also showed a smile, nodded in approval, and the curled hair on the top of his head shook accordingly.

2001 1 Month 13 Day.

"Hermione! The Death Eaters have begun to gather! Where is Harry!" Ron hurriedly kicked open the closed door of the laboratory, and rushed into the laboratory with a gust of cold wind.

"Get out!" Hermione glared at the big boy like a cat whose hair had exploded, and hurriedly pushed him away from the laboratory, closing the door of the laboratory, "As I said, everyone but me and Harry Do not enter."

Ron yelled unwillingly: "There is obviously nothing in it!"

"There is a positioning magnetic field inside. If you disturb it, Harry won't be able to come back." Hermione lowered her voice and said viciously in Ron's ear.

Ron grabbed his fiery hair violently: "Hermione, there is news that Voldemort has gathered Death Eaters and is about to attack us. Where is Harry at this juncture!"

"Hold on! There are still three days!" Hermione stared at the closed door, her sharp eyes almost piercing through the weak door, "There are three more days, and Harry's mission will be completed!"

"Then what do we do now! Are we being beaten?"

Hermione pursed her lips, and the woman with her long hair coiled up looked extraordinarily wise.

"Get ready, we're going to Hogwarts as soon as Harry gets back!"

That's the place for the final battle.

There, they'll have help from professors and students, from Hogwarts Castle, from... Severus Snape!

No one noticed that the horoscope has begun to accelerate, whether in the past or now.

Because time is a spherical prison, everyone is in it, unable to extricate themselves.

The author has something to say: After holding it in for a day, I finally got it out... After writing it, I feel that the plot is loose and weak, the description vocabulary is poor and repetitive, and the transformation of the plot is stiff and rigid... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

First of all, I wish the girls a happy Dragon Boat Festival.

Thanks to the following girls for their thunder, how big is it=3=

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☆, June 1945, 6 [Revised]

How terrible is the effect of the love potion?

Professor Slughorn will tell you that it is the most powerful love potion that can make even mortal enemies fall in love unconditionally after taking it.

Maple Gaunt briefly got Tom Riddle with the Love Potion, and Tom Marvolo Riddle wanted to use the Love Potion to keep Harry.

This is a terrible and helpless tragedy, like a continuous curse, passed from mother to child through homologous genes and blood, repeated again and again, generation after generation, without remorse.

Liquor is a solution that is extremely easy to add other substances to.

The haze and aroma of the butter beer do just enough to hide the love potion.Along with the mellow wine, it rolled into the throat, was absorbed by the stomach, flowed to the whole body with the blood circulation, gradually dispersed and took effect, and then anesthetized the nerves and completely invaded the human brain.

"Drink again, Harry..." The handsome and tall Slytherin descendant raised his glass, his face was full of drunkenness.

Alcohol and love potion are mixed, and the two substances that paralyze the nerves are fused with each other, making people unable to extricate themselves.

"Okay." Harry raised his glass obediently, the green eyes were already clouded by the smell of wine.Harry felt weird, but he also felt like he had never been so lucid, so clearly aware of who he was and what he wanted.Or maybe he doesn't really know what he wants, but he can feel strongly what he likes.

Harry's vision was already blurred, but when the outline of the child appeared on his retina, his heart seemed to be full, so comfortable that he wanted to step forward and hug him tightly.

This is a very wonderful feeling, different from the blissful feeling of taking Felicia, it is a more down-to-earth, more... uncontrollable joy and joy.

Tom?oh tom...

Riddle placed the quilt heavily on the bar, making the sound of glass colliding, interrupting everyone's conversation in the bar.

"Riddle? What's the matter with you?" The graduates in the bar who were playing almost crazy turned their heads and looked at the president of the student union who was a little different from usual.The president of the student union's always neat robes are already a little messy. Although he is smiling as usual, his eyes have been scattered and he can't find a focus.

"Oh, you're drunk, Riddle." Abraxas, who had a good chat with the Slytherin juniors, quickly put down the cup in his hand, walked quickly to the Demon King he was loyal to, and performed his role faithfully, Let others not see the slightest flaw, "I will take you to have a rest? You are drunk."

Malfoy said in his mouth, pulling Slytherin's wrist to take him upstairs to the bar: "There are safe and comfortable rooms for drunks."

"Harry..." Tom Riddle, who always showed a mature and calm image, grabbed the corner of the man next to him and refused to let go.

Oh, that man!They recognize, Harry Potter, their former professor.The graduates muttered.

Their former professor was obviously drunk too, lying drunkenly on the bar counter, no matter how hard Riddle pulled him, he showed no sign of waking up.

The graduates, who had never seen Riddle's almost... capricious behavior, laughed kindly.

"Well, Slytherins are not so annoying sometimes." Gryffindor laughed.

"Okay, okay, Harry is also here." Malfoy shook his head helplessly, as if he was really so helpless, he helped the demon king who was standing staggeringly with one hand, and drove the savior with the other hand.Supporting the two drunks, Malfoy was a little reluctant, "Sorry, can you help me to help Professor Potter?"

"Very happy."

Malfoy showed a dazzling smile to express his thanks, and the two walked up to the second floor with Tom and Harry on their arms.

"Not so annoying Slytherin...Tom, you have made Gryffindor like you." Abraxas approached the Slytherin with his head bowed, using his exaggerated and gorgeous platinum blonde hair to cover him He lowered his voice and chuckled softly, "Lord, good acting."

The descendant of Slytherin with his head down raised his head, his gloomy black eyes met Malfoy's gaze directly, and the warning and danger in his sight were self-evident.

To shut up.

He does not allow this plan to fail, and he absolutely cannot tolerate any factors that induce failure.

"Senior Malfoy?"

"Let Mr. Potter lie here." Abraxas looked at the two people lying limp on the bed, smiled, pushed the junior out of the room, closed the door casually, and locked it neatly.

With a sigh of relief, he tore off his neatly tied bow tie, shrugged, and left the second floor.

So far, his performance task has been completed.

Next, it's time for his Lord performance.

In fact, there is no need for acting at all.

People who have taken the love potion, under the action of the drug, their desire for love is aroused, and they are tempted to fall in love, even if the river bed is above their heads, they don't know anything, and they are confused about suffocation and death.

When the effect of the medicine disappears, all memories will be annihilated with the fading of desire and love, and all madness, hypocrisy, and exposed flaws will not be remembered.

"Harry, wake up." Tom Riddle knelt on the bed, looked down at the unsuspecting drunk man next to him, and commanded with dark eyes.

he was drunk?He can't even stand still?

Those eyes were sinister as if washed by snow, mocking everyone coldly.

Playing a drunk, he has honed his acting ability to perfection.

The Slytherin, who could no longer be called a boy, reached out and slapped Harry's side face, stubbornly trying to pull him out of his sleep.

The Love Potion is the most powerful and effective love potion in the wizarding world, and powerful as it is, it doesn't create love out of thin air.All it brings is a strong sense of obsession.

But so what?He just wanted to see Harry Potter lose his principles and fall into a crazy obsession with himself.

This gave him a vague feeling... the illusion and pleasure of stripping his dignity and conquering him.

This contrast made him excited.

Under the catalysis of alcohol, although the reaction is gradually sluggish, the five sense organs are extremely sensitive to external stimuli.

The stinging pain on his face immediately made Harry feel a little bit conscious.

He snorted a few times, and through the eyes crooked on the bridge of his nose, he could see the figure of the young man.

It's Tom.

The love potion accumulated in the savior's body began to take effect quickly, spreading to the whole body with the acceleration of the blood, the thinking was caught by the effect of the medicine, and he was in a daze and couldn't break free. He was tempted and fell into an inextricable obsession.

"Tom..." Harry murmured, his chest was full of obsession with joy, as long as he continued to speak, he would be accepted by the other party and understand his thoughts and intentions, "Tom..."

"Tom, Tom, Tom..."

But like a babbling baby, he just chewed the name over and over again.

Tom is not satisfied.

He had seen people who had been intoxicated with love potions.Regardless of men or women, those with or without self-control, under the powerful effects of the drug, will show the most unbearable ugliness, begging for a little attention, just like a person in heat and in urgent need of sex. A beast of joy, murmuring disgusting and hypocritical "I love you" non-stop, without thinking at all.

But Harry didn't act that way.He just looked at him intently and didn't take the initiative to approach him. He wanted to pour out his love but he was only willing to call his name.

It seems... Even under the catalysis of the love potion, he subconsciously resisted the possibility of "I love you".

How could Tom Riddle allow it!

"Say you love me, Harry." Slytherin looked at Harry darkly.

Obviously he doesn't want to love, but he insatiably asks others to pay, selfish and greedy like a devil.

"...uh." Harry bit his tongue.

He doesn't love him?Of course he loved, as much as he loved Sirius, and accepted them as a family.

Love will eventually approach family affection infinitely, but family affection will never cross the boundary so easily to be equal to love.Even the most powerful and effective infatuation potion can't completely turn family affection into love in a short period of time.

This action angered the Slytherins.

He strangled Harry's jaw, fingers so hard that Harry cried out in pain.Without the protection of the teeth, the tongue that is still resisting is completely exposed to the air, bitten, chewed, and scratched by a person with a different body temperature.

Tom propped himself on top of Harry, using his own body to completely cover the man below him. This posture greatly satisfied Slytherin's almost perverted desire for control.Tom's lips and tongue seemed to have taken root in Harry's mouth, unable to separate.He frantically bit Harry's lips, pulled, licked, or turned his head to chew gently with sharp or powerful side teeth, feeling the toughness of the lip tissue.He sucked on his tongue so hard that every corner of Harry's mouth burned like fire.

The fusion of saliva and the touch of lips and tongue seemed to be the signal, and the love potion deposited in the body of the savior completely evaporated after receiving the signal.

Eliminate the most real five senses, and what remains is the heat and ecstasy brought by the effect of the medicine.

Driven by the effect of the medicine, Harry raised his head even higher, or it was the instinct after his consciousness became blurred.This action exposed his most vulnerable Adam's apple and larynx to Slytherin's mouth.To expose the most vulnerable place to another person is to show the greatest surrender to that person.

This realization made Slytherin even more excited, the blood began to agitate and boil, rushing through the limbs and concentrating on the lower abdomen, ready to move.

Harry was about to move too.

As the medicinal properties fermented, his desire for skin-to-skin contact gradually reached its peak.He longed to be skin-to-skin with Tom, as if that would ease the urge to explode in his head.

The clothes have been opened, and the buttons are all broken under Slytherin's movements. The corners of the shirt hang down along the slightly protruding ribs, revealing beautiful muscle lines, neither delicate nor rough, but people can't help but stretch out their hands to stick them on. I can't wait to use my five fingers to pinch the mark on it.

Harry grew more and more exposed to the air, and he grew more and more dissatisfied.

After all, men are different from women.

Harry turned over, grabbed the wrist of the young man who was a head taller than him, and turned his position around.

"Tom..."

Slytherin's eyes were already red, and the suppressed passion in the irises was almost substantive, mixed with the desire to conquer, control, and possess, all mixed together, presenting a gorgeousness that even the seven original sins could not match.He felt the strength on his wrist, and looked at the young man who was sitting on his waist, the part under his body was already congested with blood.

Look, the effect of the medicine has begun!

Look, even Harry Potter couldn't help but start succumbing to the temptation of the Love Potion!

Tom Riddle thought maliciously, waited, and waited for his dearest and most respected "father" to show the most beautiful but most unbearable expression.

"...I..." He hesitated to speak, but he held back the words.Even though he was unconscious, subconsciously, Harry felt that sentence seemed to be a switch. Once it was turned on, everything he encountered would be completely reversed.

Harry frowned slightly, impatiently pushed aside the rigorous long-breasted Slytherin button, and then faced his heart, and instinctively searched for it to fit. But it is as coquettish as a snake.

Tom straightened up, Harry was a little impatient, but he still wrapped his arms around his shoulders graciously, resting his chin on the young man's strong shoulders, simply satisfied with the skin-to-skin: "...um...don't move, Tom. "

But Tom couldn't move.

The author has something to say: suddenly found that there are more than 3000...

I haven't seen you in 20 days, how are you girls?

Girls, don't buy the next chapter. The original chapter of [-] words of pure meat has been replaced with [-] questions about sex between husband and wife (draft version) because it requires [no two chapters of locks].

☆, September 1945, 6

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