Mentor and Friends

Harry was having a good time that night, Tom could see, had been gentle and gentle. He had looked a little unscrupulous that night, and Tom sat next to him and watched him mess with Ron.

He'd always known Ron was a sweetheart, but he'd never seen that side of Harry.

The gentle and composed exterior faded away, and Tom saw a side of Harry that he had never seen before.

Harry played with Ron unscrupulously, just like a teenager who always wants to share with his friends after encountering happy things.

Tom had never seen those green eyes that shone with such color that he spent most of the night staring at those green eyes that shone with the light reflecting the light.

The two were fighting in the house, but one of them almost demolished the whole house.

This is almost as destructive as the entire Gryffindor College.

But this is rare for Tom to see Harry let go of everything on the other side, so although he was accidentally affected when Harry and Ron were exchanging cakes, he didn't get too angry, and instead sat a little away from him farther away.

Then continue to stare at them and fight.

It wasn't until after one o'clock that Ron and Harry collapsed on the sofa because they drank too much wine.

Tom got up and patted Ron away and said, helped Harry up, and ordered to Ron, "Go back by yourself, I'm here with Harry."

Ron stood where he was, squinting at him for a moment as if trying to figure out if Tom could take Harry away.

Tom stood still and frowned. He couldn't figure out Ron's attitude. It seemed that he was different from usual after he was drunk. He always felt that he seemed to be afraid of something, and he seemed to be on guard against something.

And all of Ron's expressions and worries came from looking at him.

"You... volt... mysterious..." He mumbled a few words, but Tom didn't understand any of them. "No, it's Riddle...not him..."

Could it be that looking at him reminded of someone?Tom thought with some doubts, and thinking of that person still made him so afraid?

"It's not him..." Ron muttered to himself for a while, then turned around unsteadily, "Then I'm relieved..."

Then he carried out Tom's previous order - to go upstairs by himself.

Tom looked at him with monster eyes for a while, until he disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Then Jean turned around and helped Harry up.

Harry's wine taste was much better than Ron's. After he was drunk, he lay quietly on the sofa and seemed to be asleep, but his face was a little flushed and his breathing was a little short. I fell asleep but still felt sick.

Tom helped him up, and Harry obediently followed his strength and sat up, but he was not woken by Tom, but rested his head on Tom's shoulder.

Tom tried several times, but couldn't get him to his feet.

So he looked at him hesitantly for a while, gritted his teeth, and hugged Harry sideways.

To his surprise, though, Harry was not as heavy as Tom thought, even though he was an adult.

Tom was born in an orphanage. Although he has been well taken care of after entering Slytherin at the age of 11, his physique has never been very good. That said, he does look a little weak.

And considering how much older Harry was than himself, adults are always different from teenagers, and the bones alone are much stronger than teenagers, so before Tom picked Harry up, he gritted his teeth.

But when Harry was picked up, he found that all his "thoughts" were wrong. Harry was very light, and an adult should not have weight. Tom felt that his arms seemed to be just his classmate of the same age, or a little boy. Like a freshman.

It’s weird.

Tom thought deeply, carrying Harry up the stairs.

He opened the door to Harry's room and carefully carried Harry inside.

Harry's room is in the standard Gryffindor style. The whole room is decorated in warm colors. Although it is not the bright red, golden yellow and dazzling color, it will not be the cool silver blue of Slytherin.

From the decoration style of a person's room, one can probably guess a person's personality, but Harry's personality is not at all as enthusiastic as his room decoration, on the contrary, he is like Slytherin, always gentle and cold.

What a contradiction.

Tom thought as he put Harry on the bed.

He helped Harry take off his coat, but Harry grabbed hold of the cuff and kept Tom from taking it.

Tom searched the cuff button of his coat suspiciously, and found that there was a secret pocket with Harry's wand in it.

Even at home, Harry kept his wand within reach.

Tom had seen many grown-ups, many professors, always sit down with their wands aside, or even put them in the back pocket of their trousers.

He'd only ever seen one person do it, and that was Dumbledore.

He noticed that when Dumbledore was explaining the situation to them in class, Dumbledore's hands were empty. Before everyone could react, Dumbledore had pulled out his wand from nowhere and cast all kinds of magic at the desk.

When people were amazed at the wonderful feeling he brought about by Transfiguration, they would also wonder where Dumbledore's wand was placed before. Could it be that the wand can also be hidden?

Later, he casually asked Abraxas this question. He was still a first-year student and had just entered Hogwarts. Although he absorbed too much knowledge during the summer vacation, he was still not as good as Abraxas who grew up in the wizarding world. SARS.

It was only after that that he realized that putting the wand in the dark pocket was also a good way.

"But generally people who behave like that are people who are very alert and sensitive to the surrounding environment." Abraxas said to him at that time, "If you think about it, if someone comes to attack you, you definitely want to be able to use it instantly. A wand, isn't it?"

He felt that he could understand Dumbledore's situation very well. It seemed that many people were dissatisfied with his entry into the Wizengamot and were waiting to kill him.

Just, what about Harry?

He watched Harry clasping his hands in a daze, where is Harry?What's the situation?

He reached out and took out the wand from Harry's secret pocket, and handed it to Harry.

In a daze, Harry gripped his wand tightly, and placed it within reach on the head of the bed.

Tom guessed that it was probably the distance that Harry could reach out with his hand, not far, not tight.

"Hmm..." Harry muttered unconsciously in a daze on the bed. His face was red and his forehead started to sweat. If he didn't take a bath and drink some hangover soup tonight, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Tom sighed, went to the bathroom to fill Harry with water, and then helped Harry up. When he reached the bathroom door, he looked at Harry, took a deep breath, pulled off Harry's clothes, and then wanted to get out of bed. Throwing Harry in like a dumpling.

"pain……"

Some guy who bumped his head because of someone's brutality grunted aggrievedly.

Tom came to him in a hurry and held his head so that he wouldn't be soaked in water because of Harry's actions: "Are you all right?"

Because of this big movement, even if you are drunk to death, you have to open your eyes. Harry opened his eyes, because Tom's behavior was rough before, causing water to splash on Harry's face. After he opened his eyes, clear water slid from his forehead, making him Blinking in pain, she looked at Tom for a while, but didn't recognize him.

"Harry?" Tom looked at him nervously, and shook his hand in front of him.

Harry squinted his eyes in a hint of danger, snapped Tom open and said, "Malfoy you bastard."

Tom was stunned for a moment.

Harry who is this called?

Abraxas Malfoy?Or Cornus Malfoy?

What is the relationship between them?

The former seems to be Harry's younger brother, while the latter is old enough to be Harry's father.

But how did Harry come into contact with "Malfoy"?They shouldn't have contacted each other. At Hogwarts, Abraxas didn't have any special reaction to Harry.

"Get the hell out of here, I told you that if you can't take part in this operation, you can't take part..." Harry muttered to himself angrily, his domineering words were a little bit more thoughtful because he was drunk at the moment .

Tom frowned: "What action?" he asked tentatively.

Who knew it would be okay not to ask, but Harry became irritable when he asked, and he stood up from the bathtub with a bang: "I told you, don't ask, don't ask, this has nothing to do with you, hurry up and go..."

He got up from the bathtub too much, and slipped because of unsteady footsteps before he could finish a sentence. Tom barely caught him and didn't let him slip.

Hugging the naked and naked Harry, Tom suddenly didn't know how to react. He was puzzled by the series of "Malfoy, move" and his mind was completely occupied by the picture in front of him.

Harley was hugged naked, naked, and naked by him. The two were about the same height, but Harry was shorter than Tom because he tripped over the bathtub. He bumped into Tom's chest and his nose hurt a little. To leave Tom's arms.

Tom finally managed to stabilize him, holding Harry's smooth arm with one hand and the other around Harry's soft waist. His clothes were completely soaked because of Harry's movements. Through the wet clothes, he seemed to feel Harry's drunkenness. Accelerate the beating heartbeat.

Harry struggled to get out of the bathtub, and stepped on the ground unsteadily for a long time before he stepped on it firmly. Tom didn't dare to look down, and wiped Harry with a small towel, half hugging and half dragging Harry came out of the bathroom.

Then he pushed Harry onto the bed, closed his eyes and groped for the quilt beside Harry's bed and covered Harry with all his might, regardless of whether the hot weather would suffocate Harry.

Harry struggled a few times on the bed, then reached out to touch his wand on the bedside, and then automatically adjusted its position before falling asleep a little unsteadily.

Tom looked at Harry's flushed face for a while, and suddenly realized that it wasn't just Harry, his own face was also extremely hot. He should have gone to get something for Harry to sober up, but after he opened his eyes, he looked at the sound asleep on the bed. Lee, and because of the thin quilt that vaguely outlines the body underneath, Tom took a few deep breaths, rushed out the door and ran to his room.

The author has something to say: I don’t worry until I finish writing, Abu won’t be missed by Mr. Tom, right?∑ノ