Mentor and Friends

"Tom." Harry stood up awkwardly, "When did you come?"

Tom narrowed his eyes slightly, why did he feel panic from Harry's words?

"Not long," Tom heard himself reply calmly, "are you... busy?" For a while, he still couldn't ask "who are you contacting" or something similar to the question.

He suddenly felt irritated. From the time when Slughorn came to find him today and persuaded him in a roundabout way, asking him to change the advisor before the start of the game, to when he accidentally heard Harry's words just now, the irritability not only did not fade away, Instead, it intensified, as if something was clamoring and erupting in his heart, but Tom couldn't figure out what he was upset about.

"No," Harry shook his head. Tom keenly noticed that Harry's smile was different than usual. Usually he was gentle and quiet, and his smile made people feel like a spring breeze and felt very comfortable, but at this time, there was more in his smile. It was a bit brilliant, as if the child got the gift he wanted.

Tom laughed a little, yes, Harry looked like a child at this moment.

"A friend who had been out of touch for a long time suddenly got in touch, and just chatted a little longer." Harry said with a smile, "It's a pity that Ron is not here. If he comes back later, he will probably jump."

"that person……"

"The three of us were best friends when we were students," Harry squinted, revealing a burst of joy on his body, "I lost contact with her when I came to Hogwarts, and now I'm back in touch .”

"I can see that you are very happy." Tom realized that he was still standing at the door, he stabilized his mind, and stepped into the cellar, "I'm sorry I just overheard you talking on the phone, you love her so much, It must have been a pleasure to hear from her."

You can’t talk to Harry in the roundabout way of Slytherin. The biggest thing about Harry is that the original sentence has one meaning, but when he understands those twists and turns, he translates it into another. But Tom couldn't have asked him how much he loved that girl in that blunt Gryffindor tone.

Like how much he cared.

So Tom used a casual tone, concealing his real intentions.

Sure enough, even though he had been with Draco for a while, Harry, who had never learned the language arts of Slytherin, thought carefully about the true meaning of Tom's words because he was in a good mood at the moment.

"Both Ron and I love her." The ignorant lion summoned out the information Tom wanted, "You have to know that Ron and I are both careless boys. During school, Hermione had to come Fuck, worry, let's explore together in the school, you know, some old buildings must have some secrets, and she will also participate when we play tricks on our rivals, Tom, you can't imagine, Hermione is a mobile library, She can memorize the school's rules and regulations, nagging me and Ron every day, but if our prank really violates the school rules, she follows us without blinking. break."

Every time they were going to do something, Hermione's first reaction was "You are crazy, this will break the school rules..." or "The professor will kill you".

But when they really wanted to do it, she followed them without saying a word, from the student days to the later war years.

It seems that their inseparable relationship was destined from the beginning of the game of chess in the first grade.

Kings, bishops, and knights.

The so-called savior is actually not just Harry.

"I thought you were in a relationship with her." Tom lowered his head, as if blushing because of his wrong guess before, "I'm so sorry."

Harry froze, as if he didn't understand why Tom would think of this aspect.

"Fool," he rubbed Tom's hair, and he suddenly remembered Professor Dumbledore's evaluation of Voldemort - Tom, you are full of power and strength, and you don't understand the greatness of love.

"Tom, love is not only between lovers in the world, the love between friends, the love between parents and daughters are the greatest existences, the so-called 'love' is not limited to lovers."

"Impossible," Tom suddenly looked up, looking at Harry with a ferocious expression, "If there is love between parents and daughter, why would she throw me in the orphanage? She is a witch, and she has the ability to come back to life!"

However, she died for a disgusting Muggle.

Tom was talking nonsense, but it happened that the people standing here knew all about him.

"She loves you, Tom," Harry pushed Tom into the sofa, squatted down and gently stroked Tom's cheek, "If she didn't love you, she wouldn't leave you, she suffered such a big blow, even the magic power Can't be transferred, but she still chose to give birth to you and gave you a chance to come into this world, you know, Tom?"

Tom shook his head, his ferocious expression was mixed with a touch of stubbornness.

Harry took Tom's hand and let him touch his forehead.

That very shallow scar, which looks like a birthmark, can only be found to be slightly protruding when it is carefully drawn.

Tom seemed fascinated, and his hand remained motionless on it.

"This place was once shrouded in a death curse." Harry said flatly.

Tom's hand trembled, and then he moved his hand away as if he had been scalded by a fire. He looked a little scared, as if he couldn't believe that what he just touched was the engraving of a death curse.

"It was my mother who saved me, and because of love, I came back to life." The nightmares that had tormented him repeatedly, with the passing of Voldemort, finally gradually disappeared.

Speaking of this scar, Harry no longer hated it for taking the lives of his parents. He knew that it was a symbol of his parents' love for him.

"Tom, you have to believe that there will always be someone who loves you by your side."

Tom looked at Harry, and suddenly blurted out, "Including you?"

Slytherin Lounge:

Tom sat on the bed, rubbing his wand absently.

When Abraxas came in, he paused for a while before slowly raising his head.

"You didn't go out for dinner tonight." Abraxas looked at him with the tray in his hand.

"Thank you."

"Tom, there's something wrong with you." Abraxas put the tray down. "You've been in a daze since you came back this afternoon."

"Really?" Tom raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little gloomy, not as gentle as before.

"You look like this..." Abraxas's eyes were sloppy, "It's like falling in love with someone and worrying about how to pursue him."

"Love?" Tom looked at him. This was the second person to say these things to him today. "In love with someone else? What's it like?"

He spoke a little confused, to make Abraxas' eyes widen in surprise.

If Abraxas dared to tease him like this in the past, then Tom would definitely tease him back calmly, with a slightly perplexed look like today, but with some serious questions in his tone, which he has never heard before.

For a moment, even Abraxas didn't know how to answer.

Abraxas, who has a very wide social circle, doesn't know the so-called love himself, so how can he answer Tom's esoteric question?He would rather drink a bottle of love potion.

He thought about it, and finally thought of his father and mother.

The Malfoy family may do everything for profit, but they put their family first, and nothing is better than their family.

He thought of his parents, and then answered Tom: "Get along day and night without getting bored, willing to put away all fronts and only show the most authentic self for the other party, and understand the meaning of every move without words. Will worry and miss, get along for a long time and will not delay, not knowing how many advantages the other party has, but even if the person you like has the greatest shortcomings, you still miss it, "He thought for a while, and then put the I don't know where I heard that sentence to add, "I want to occupy everything about her, I hope that everything about her is my own, I don't want her to care about others, I don't want her to pay attention to people and things other than myself, I want, to possess she."

Typical Slytherin tricks.

Tom looked at the floor and thought for a long, long time.

"I owe you a favor," he finally laughed again, and the gentle and elegant student council president appeared in front of Abraxas again, "I can change this favor anytime you want." He put his wand down To the dark bag, the bed.

"If you don't eat, where are you going?"

"Look for the dean."

Slughorn Office:

"Tom, have you really decided?" Slughorn looked at him grimly.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Tom apologized sincerely.

"Oh, boy, you are making fun of your own life." In the history of the Triwizard Tournament, there is a dark history of people dying.

"Professor, I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Tom, I know you have a good relationship with Harry," Slughorn persuaded, "but Harry is too young and has too little experience, so you may miss the championship."

"I'm confident I can win, Professor."

"I don't get it," Slughorn said angrily, "What's so good about Harry, why are you so persistent in letting him be your advisor?"

"He is always bad in every way, but in my opinion, he is also good." Tom raised his head and looked at Slughorn. "In my opinion, he is good, as long as I can see it."

"You..." Slughorn looked at him suspiciously.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you." Tom turned and left with the same kind of bright smile that Harry had on his face today.

"Including you, Harry?"

"……kindness."

The author has something to say: On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Yueyue's best friend sent a message saying "I gave birth to you", so... Yueyue was in a trance.

In the past, most people were promoted to aunt or something, but now...z

In other words, I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Recently, my friend’s microblog is all about Nankang Baiqi’s information. These days, the microblog information is a bit sluggish, alas