Mentor and Friends

Harry thinks he's been getting lazy lately.

After forgetting what Tom had done to himself, he didn't need to worry about anything else.

Ron looked at him like this, and joked that Harry's patron saint is obviously a deer, and Animagus is also a majestic lion. Why is it that the snake wants to hibernate recently?

In order to put an end to this increasingly hibernating situation, Harry decided to take Ron to Hogsmeade this weekend.

Ron stuck to his cup for half an hour, and finally bid farewell to the warm temperature helplessly.

Thinking of how his words had such an effect, Ron expressed his regret.

"It's so cold." Ron kept wailing as he walked towards Hogsmeade. He has passed the age of looking forward to going to Hogsmeade for the weekend. Now he, In the cold weather, I would rather sleep under the covers than run to Hogsmeade for the cold wind.

"Don't just hibernate like a snake under the covers," said Harry, dragging Ron.

Harry definitely hit him with what he said to him not too long ago!Ron thought sadly, after Hogsmeade, the first thing he did was to order a glass of whiskey. Not much attachment to it anymore.

The students in twos and threes around him are either couples or friends. When they meet Harry, they will smile and say hello.

Harry just sat across from Ron, watching Ron drink a glass of whiskey, and Harry shook his head at the way Ron drank the cow.

When Ron was about to order another drink, Harry stopped him.

Just kidding, he didn't want to go back with Ron on his back later.

Of course they don't talk about their space in public, and they don't talk about things related to Hermione and Draco, but they have other topics, like Quidditch, which boys will never talk about. A sport that loses interest in it.

So they chatted about it.

Of course, this space also has the Quidditch World Cup, but unfortunately, it just ended the finals a month after Ron and Harry came here. If you want to see the Quidditch World Cup in this space, you may have to wait for a while.

They just chatted like this, and the warm atmosphere made Ron forget the dissatisfaction of being forcibly pulled over.

"Sometimes I feel that they are not like professors, but like students." In the corner of the three broomsticks, Abraxas looked away and looked at Tom with a smile, "What do you think, Tom?"

Tom then withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

It's a good thing to meet Harry on a rare trip, but obviously, seeing Harry chatting and laughing with another person is not a happy thing for him.

"Tom, there's something wrong with you." Abraxas had finally discovered that Tom's mood would always change obviously whenever someone was around Professor Harry.

How did he know?

Ha, if he didn't know, wouldn't he be one of Tom's few friends for nothing?

"Let's go." Tom got up calmly, "Let's go somewhere else." That man is really an eyesore.

Abraxas shook his head, got up and followed Tom away.

Harry and Ron were talking enthusiastically, but they didn't notice that an acquaintance passed by them and left.

"Tom, do you really want to..." Abraxas looked at Tom's walking direction and couldn't help asking.

"You don't have to go, Abu, no one can force you." You are the young master of the Malfoy family, who can force you?

"Oh, Tom, don't alienate me like this." Seeing Tom walking further and further away, Abraxas thought for a while and followed.

This is the edge of Hogsmeade, and it seems sparsely populated here.

In fact, this is the case. Compared with the previous buildings, the small houses with only three or four rooms here look so monotonous. However, some trees here are much more than those in the front. Although the leaves have all withered at this time, these bare branches Still imbues the area with a lingering sense of strangeness.

The area feels eerie, like being in Knockturn Alley.

But Tom walked calmly to one of them, and knocked on the door.

The door opened silently, but there was no one behind it. Tom and Abraxas walked in.

"Welcome, distinguished guest." A hoarse voice sounded, and a woman sat on a recliner and looked at them. She was very thin, with protruding eye sockets, and the knuckles of her hands on the armrest of the recliner were protruding. If it weren't for her, she would still be so ordinary. The skin color of the person, it is estimated that many people will think that she is a mummy.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," said Tom politely, "I think I need some help from you."

"Good boy, what do you need?" The woman looked at them with a hoarse voice, her breathing was a little short, and she seemed to be short of oxygen, but at least she could still speak well.

"I need to do some research, but you know, there are some things that you can't find in school." Tom took out a piece of parchment, stepped forward and handed it to her.

The woman held the wand in one hand, and the parchment in the other.

She squinted her eyes to read the words carefully, and after a while, she tapped on the parchment with her magic wand, and the parchment was burned to ashes.

"Go inside, the lower shelf of the second shelf, the middle of the fifth shelf, and the top of the fourth shelf, there are what you want." The woman said softly.

Tom nodded, put his wand on the side table in front of the woman, and took off his robe. The woman moved her wand, and a small door behind her opened.

Tom went in and came out half an hour later sweating.

He first went to the woman, opened a bag, and asked the woman to confirm that he hadn't taken anything he shouldn't have taken. Then he took back his wand, got dressed, and put the bag into the magic bag.

Abraxas stepped forward to pay the bill.

It’s not that Abraxas is so kind as to help Tom buy these black magic supplies. You must know that any item in Tom’s pocket, as long as it is seen, is enough to be a reason for Tom to drop out of school, no matter how poor Tom’s usual grades are. Well, how the teachers liked him.

It's just that Tom's research is too tempting, not only related to pure blood, but also beneficial to the soul.

If Tom succeeded, the Malfoys would get half of the honor.

What a catchy phrase to revive the prestige of pure blood?As long as they can prove that the soul ability of a pure blood is really stronger than that of a mixed blood, then...

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Tom said to the woman.

I heard from Abraxas that this woman was married. This woman is crazy obsessed with black magic. Her husband was killed by the black magic items she transformed. And being backlashed by black magic, she is not yet 60 years old, and she is definitely young among the wizarding crowd, but now she looks so old.

Tom knew from the first time he met her that she didn't like being called Mrs. Ma'am, so he called her Ma'am as he liked.

So Tom got special treatment on her side.

The woman looked at Tom, her chaotic eyeballs kept rolling, which made Tom frown slightly, feeling a little displeased, but he still didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the woman laughed nervously.

"I didn't expect that you would suffer at times." The woman seemed to have insight into something, and her hoarse voice couldn't help but be happy, "Young man, you still have a lot to learn."

"Ma'am?" Tom looked at her, wondering what she was talking about.

"Young man, you are very good. One day, your achievements in black magic will definitely surpass everyone, everyone..." She murmured to herself, "But you must remember that strength is not everything, It's like, no matter how powerful a person is, he can't extract information from me that I don't want to say." Just after she finished speaking, the wand in her hand fell to the ground, her eyes closed, and there was no sound.

At this time, the door was pushed open.

"Dead?" An extremely familiar but creepy voice sounded from Tom's back, "It's a pity to be late."

Grindelwald seemed to know that the people inside were dead when he was at the door, but he was surprised that there seemed to be people in the house, so he went in anyway.

Tom clenched his palms. Grindelwald was the only person who gave him a dangerous feeling over the years. He didn't want to meet this person until he became stronger.

"Little guy, we meet again." Grindelwald looked at him with a half-smile, "Without someone protecting you, where are you going to hide this time?"

Tom didn't retreat or advance, just looked at him so firmly.

Abraxas might not know who the visitor was, but at least he knew that Tom was on guard against him, so Abraxas didn't speak.

"If I were you, I would have left here earlier after I was sure I couldn't find anyone," a leisurely voice sounded, and Harry and Ron came from nowhere.

At least the few people present didn't notice anyone approaching.

In a blink of an eye, before even the saints could stop them, Harry was among them, keeping Tom and Abraxas behind him as if they were on Christmas holidays.

"Mr. Grindelwald, this is not a place for you to stay for long." Harry said, looking at Grindelwald.

Ron, who was still surprised that Harry suddenly ran past a sparsely populated place, ran over with doubts. After hearing the phrase "Grindelwald" Harry said, he didn't see Grindelwald standing in front of Harry. The time didn't turn around, so he stood not far away and said in surprise: "Grindelwald? You mean Dumbledore's sweetheart?"

So... so...

Harry rubbed his forehead, he suddenly had the urge to run to grab the Potter family's invisibility cloak and put it on.

The author has something to say: o(╯□╰)o It’s okay for Ron to talk to Hermione and Harry, but why do he say it in front of the person involved?