Mentor and Friends

The first thing Tom did when he returned home was to go to Godric's Hollow.

He never knew that there would be another person, another thing lingering in his mind than making Horcruxes, so that he had just returned home, and before he had time to rest, he rushed to Godric's Hollow .

Harry said he was welcome to visit anytime, didn't he?

And the other side:

Harry was reading a book. The house he bought with Ron at the beginning didn't look very big in this area, but now he was the only one in the house. He was used to Ron's loud voice, but he suddenly felt The house seemed a little lonely.

It's just that maybe he's used to the silence. At this moment, he was quite comfortably half-leaning on the sofa, concentrating on the books he bought from the Muggle bookstore.

Ron didn't even look up when he opened the door.

"I'm back." Ron said loudly as always, like every time he went out to buy snacks and then came back, he would open the door a little rudely, and then yell at Harry to announce his return.

"En." Harry responded lightly, as if Ron hadn't been missing for a long time, but really just went out to buy something.

Ron didn't mind Harry's indifference to him, he shrugged, closed the door and walked in.

Harry just gave him a casual look.

The robe on Ron's body was torn in some places, and even his face was painted in some places. It seemed that he had experienced a lot before returning.

Like an uphill battle?

Harry turned his eyes back to the book.

Ron shrugged indifferently, put his wand back into the pocket in his sleeve carelessly, and walked upstairs past Harry to his room.

In the room, potions of all sizes filled Ron's bedside table.

Ron laughed even more idiotically.

The sound of rummaging through boxes came from upstairs. It should be that Ron was looking for clothes to take a bath and wash his wounds. Harry kept his posture motionless, but the corners of his mouth raised a little.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Very regularly, it rang three times, followed by a pause for a few seconds, and then rang three more times.

Only then did Harry put down the book, blinked and looked at the door in confusion: "Who is there?"

The person outside the door was silent for a while, and replied, "Tom Riddle."

Harry's wand slipped from his hand, and he looked at the door warily.

Through a door, you can never know whether the other party is the owner of the name he said, especially in the recent period when the saints are watching him closely.

He carefully set a few protection spells for himself, then stood at the door, and gently opened the door in a position where he would not be attacked the first time he opened it.

Outside the door, a handsome young man was standing with a bag of luggage. He didn't take anything except the luggage.

"Harry?" Harry looked at himself a little strangely, and Tom looked at him a little puzzled.

Harry took his wand back, but a small amount of magical power quietly condensed on his fingers. He looked at the young man with doubts in his eyes, and raised a gentle smile: "Tom, are you back from your trip? How is Germany? "

"The customs in Germany are different from those in England, and I have learned a lot," Tom replied.

Harry stepped aside to let Tom in.

Because it is not the first time Tom has come here, he has lived here for a Christmas holiday, so he is very familiar with the layout of the house, after Harry let him in, he went to the sofa by himself first, Harry looked at Tom completely Turning his back to himself without hesitation, he raised his eyebrows.

This is what Tom often does to himself. After all, he and Tom have been teachers and students this year, rather than friends.

However, if this person is not Tom, then there is no doubt that he imitated it well, even Tom's own mind is difficult to guess, but for Harry, it is easier for him to see through Tom.

If he is not Tom, who can completely imitate Tom's ease when he gets along with him, then Tom is undoubtedly in danger. If he is a real person...

Harry chuckled and shook his head. He was really surprised that Tom came to find him after he came back from Germany.

"You look dusty, Tom," he said behind Tom.

"I've just come back from Germany, and I've been on British soil for less than six hours," said Tom.

"Then you must be hungry. I'll make dinner now. Would you like to have something to fill your stomach first, such as milk." Harry suggested sincerely.

Harry watched the corners of Tom's mouth twitch indistinctly, and then he looked Harry up and down with Harry's familiar looking eyes, raised one eyebrow gracefully, and seemed to suggest sincerely: "Haha Don't you think, Leigh, that you really need it more than me?"

Harry snorted and turned into the kitchen.

"Would you like to put your luggage in the room first," Harry said.

"That's a good idea," said Tom, "since you want me to stay."

"Oh, come on, don't talk to me that way." Harry muttered, his hands handling the vegetables were very sharp, but the vigilance in his eyes still didn't fade.

Ron is on the second floor. If the other party is really not Tom, then it is a good opportunity to catch Ron, whether it is dealing with him or Ron. fight.

It's just that he waited for a long time, and there was still no accident upstairs.

Then, he heard Tom's footsteps coming down the stairs, and after a while, the footsteps were approaching the kitchen, and Harry slowed down the movement of his hands, but still exposed his back to him.

"Do you need my help, Harry?" Tom's voice came from behind.

"That could not be better." Gryffindor can't learn the euphemism of Slytherin, remembering what Draco said to them at that time, "Sometimes, their inquiries are just polite, and they don't really think about it." I want to help you." With these words, Harry curled his lips in his heart, despised Draco's cumbersome etiquette again, and began to direct Tom to work.

There was no dissatisfaction on Tom's face, and he did what Harry told him to do.

"You said earlier that some customs in Germany are not quite the same as those in England?" Harry thought for a while, and raised the topic.

"The customs are different, and even the teaching methods are different. The teaching methods in each place are different, but I thought that if the advantages of the two places are combined, the teaching at Hogwarts should have different effects." Tom said casually. answer.

"Oh?" Harry chuckled. "Tom wants to stay at school and be a professor?"

"I have this idea." If you want to expand your power, it is a good choice to cultivate some wizards who are still young, whose concepts and ideals have not yet been determined.

"Tom, you have to realize that, according to your abilities, you are really overqualified to stay at Hogwarts," Harry said casually. "Headmaster Dippet and Albus often talk about you, saying that if you want to enter the Ministry of Magic If so, he may be expected to become the youngest and most capable minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh?" Now Tom looked at Harry in surprise, "The headmaster and...Professor Dumbledore think so highly of me?"

"That's because you're capable of it," Harry said with a chuckle.

Ron was still upstairs, and Harry was chatting with Tom in the kitchen. Tom didn't talk much, but he always answered Harry's few words in time to let Harry know that he was listening patiently. Well, Harry wasn't talking to himself.

On the other hand, Harry seemed to be chatting with Tom about trivial matters, so as to test Tom.

Harry knew that Tom was a guarded and suspicious person, and the method of dealing with code words during the war was naturally unusable. Could it be that he wanted to tell Tom, "I took the Dark Lord away and now the saints are chasing me, so I suspect Are you a saint"?

Come on, Tom has a lot on his mind, and who knows what he'll be thinking if he's told the truth?

In this way, after Harry, who was equally suspicious, confirmed that the other party was really Tom, dinner was ready.

Ron seemed to have counted on this time for dinner, and he ran down before Harry called him: "Harry, I'm starving to death, you...you you you... "The unfinished words were extended infinitely when seeing Tom who helped Harry bring the dinner to the table, and he became unsteady and almost fell down.

"Ron, don't make a fuss all the time." Harry looked at Ron with a smile, "Tom just came back from a trip, and you were upstairs, so I didn't hear anything."

"Merlin..." Ron patted his forehead, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he kept his mouth shut, and walked to the dining table in two steps.

There was nothing serious about the wound on Ron's body after rubbing the potion, but the scars caused by black magic could not be healed by potion at once. Ron still had obvious scars on his face and hands, And Tom, who loves black magic, can naturally see that it was not caused by a simple fall.

Tom could see that the injuries were recent, but the two of them ate with such nonchalance that it seemed as if someone's injuries hadn't been there at all.

Tom lowered his head, a stern flash in his eyes.

Something seemed to have happened during his absence.

……

Harry stood at the door, looking at the two middle-aged men with their eyes closed, without blinking.

Suddenly, the blond one seemed to have encountered something terrible in his sleep, and pain suddenly appeared on his originally calm face.

In less than 3 minutes, Harry looked at that person's face, from initial calmness, to panic, to struggle, to despair, and finally, to calm again, and the magic power on him was also crazy because of his own emotions. fluctuating.

If it wasn't for Harry's magic power, I'm afraid that huge magic power would cause a riot and destroy the room.

Although the man's face returned to calm, he was sweating profusely.

Then, Harry watched as he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping for breath—like a person who has been awakened from a nightmare, panicked and struggling to breathe.

Harry cracked the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Grindelwald, how do you feel?"

That person seemed to have just realized that there was another person in the room, and almost instantly, he put away all his emotions, silently and wand-less spells to guide the already unstable magic power, and crazily attacked Harry.

The author has something to say: qaq returned to the dormitory after [-] o’clock after the internship yesterday. After taking a shower, I didn’t bother to code and climbed into bed and fell asleep. I apologize to everyone for not updating. I will make up for it on the weekend.

Said that the trainees really wanted to cry in the past two days, and they were simply doing free labor.