[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

Tom Riddle has not yet figured out where he is. The only thing he can be sure of is that his head is still growing on his neck, and the neck has not been separated from the body.The same description could be applied to his limbs.

He was lying in a very hard place—before he woke up today, he thought he was back in that cave again.Now, Tom opened his eyes, and saw a white room, sort of like St. Mungo's ward, but with a circle of tables beside him, and a bunch of things he had never seen before.There are many square black objects on the table, with red, green and green lines flashing non-stop on them, and there are many lines under them, extending to themselves with strange suction cups, some of which are still sucked on the forehead.The bed under him was hard and narrow, and Tom complained in his heart that it could only accommodate one person, not as good as those Riverdales in the cave.

Although the material of that bed is not stone, it cannot be said to be better than the stone in the cave.His back was already aching, but he couldn't turn over because his hands and feet were spread out and strapped to the bed.Tom tried to twist his neck, to make sure his poor, chaotic head was still free.

Tom correctly believed that there was a small hard thing in one of his hands.He looked over there, and immediately noticed a transparent tube connected to an upside-down, equally transparent bottle, filled with an unknown liquid, which was dripping down through the tube and the metal at the end. For small objects, pour it into the back of your hand.

Judging by the smells around him, he must have been washed, perhaps washed—for it was evident that he was not smelling of the forest.There wasn't a hint of earth or grass smelling here, more like disinfectant used by Muggles - but he wasn't sure if he was wearing clothes.

Tom realized again that he had been in this place for more than a day or two.

He must have lived like a savage in the forest—for some reason, he hadn't seemed to be very sane for some reason.Tom tried his best to remember, but still couldn't tell where he was, how long he walked, and where he passed, but he remembered that he often let snakes bring him food such as bird eggs, and drank raw water.Besides, he didn't know who he had been in contact with before, but he just vaguely felt that he seemed to refuse to contact other people before, and he might have used a spell on them.

Now, he didn't feel the insatiable hunger he felt in the forest. Maybe the liquid injected from the back of his hand was actually some new kind of nutritional potion, Tom thought optimistically.

He had to be thankful that after a few days in this strange place, his mind gradually cleared, so that he was able to remember something that happened before - there must have been something wrong with Severus' teleportation spell that day.Tom could have forgiven that, since the spell was never actually used, or the powerful waves of magic around the cave got in the way.In short, after that day, when he saw the sun again, he had no idea where he was, and his clothes were almost all rags.

One very certain fact is that his magic has almost completely disappeared.

"Hi."

A cheerful female voice entered the room with the sound of the door being pushed against the wall, and Tom hastily closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.The woman's high-heeled shoes "dumped", and the frequency quickly walked to his side, probably squatting down.

"Hi."

The woman continued screaming, raised her palm and waved it above his face, bringing a senseless wind.Tom dared not move, and then, with a tingling cool sensation, a sharp object dug into his arm.

There were two other people talking nearby, which Tom couldn't understand--there was no translation charm here, and he could only guess at the meaning of the words.

"Is it necessary? He is human." A man said, "He is not a savage, we don't need to keep him here, just hand it over to the police."

"No, no. The results of karyotype banding show that his chromosomes are somewhat different from those of ordinary humans." Another man argued while shaking the paper in his hand, "We need to be here Keep watching him."

"What's the point of watching him? We have to feed him."

"We can always find some mutated traits, look at his banding photos, here...here..."

"But we have to fix his digestive system first." Tom believed that the person who said this must have shrugged, "I think we accidentally extracted the genes of the parasites in his stomach, not the guy's own. "

"It's relatively simple to determine."