[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Sure enough, things got worse.

When Harry woke up the next day, the first thing he noticed was not the ceiling or the windows, but the empty floor - Tom's shoes were gone.He almost straightened up and sat up, looking at the iron bed.Undoubtedly, there was no one there, with thin quilts folded in the corner.

"Oh, Tom..." Harry couldn't help but jjj under his breath.He looked at the sky outside the window to make sure that the early morning fog in London hadn't dissipated, so the sun was hazy.The other party went out so early in the morning, it must be said that it was a kind of backlash.And Tom was so cautious that he didn't hear a sound at all...

Uh, no, even if Tom planned to attack him while he was asleep, as long as the place wasn't demolished, he probably wouldn't react.

Thinking of this, Harry rubbed his face in frustration and got up.He didn't make the bed right away, but took out his wand and a map of London from his pocket, unfolded the paper, and tapped it with his wand.A silver thread emerged from the tip of the wand, starting from the orphanage and winding away.

Harry looked carefully.Fortunately, he saved a hand last night, and when Tom turned his back to him, he said a silent tracking spell, which really came in handy.Now the silver line is indicating Tom's passing route, and it is still slowly extending forward.It was obvious that Tom was on his way to his unknown number of Muggle adventures in London.

"Wherever you go," said Harry, standing up, staring at the little silver dot, "I'll catch you." Then he put away his wand and map, and left the room to help.

It must be said that the rest of the orphanage seemed more at ease when Tom was away.So when they knew that Harry was going to bring Tom breakfast, their eyes widened wider than the other.

"He made a good impression on you, because of two good nights on the floor, huh?" Mrs. Cole asked a little suspiciously. "Or, you just like him? If so, you really have to watch out." This was the third time she had reminded Harry of this.

"Whoever is going out now, I'm going to try to find him," said Harry evasively, ignoring the fact that he had cast a spell on Tom.

Mrs. Cole seemed completely at a loss for words.Things had gotten better after Harry's arrival, even Eric's potentially fatal chickenpox, and she hadn't had a strong reason to keep Harry. "If that's what you're going to do, go for it. But don't go too far, haven't you just arrived in London?"

Harry nodded in agreement.Mrs. Cole was worried that he would not find Tom and get lost, but he had the Locating Charm, and Apparation.

The rest of the orphanage didn't know this, and neither did Tom.All he knew was that when he was turning into another alley, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind.In fact, this didn't scare him, but when he turned around and found that it was Harry, he couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly: "Why are you here?"

"Good question, Tom." Harry smiled at him, took his hand, and stuffed the lunch box into it. "But I just want to say good morning to you." Then he turned and ran away, disappearing into the crowd after a while.

It all happened so quickly and so unexpectedly that Tom never recovered.Anyway, by the time he figured out what happened, Harry was long gone.

It must have been luck, Tom thought to himself, he hadn't gone very far, Harry must have been a blind cat and a dead rat.As for the lunch box in his hand... He gave it a disgusted look, but didn't throw it away.The reason was simple, if he didn't eat breakfast, it would be impossible to walk farther than usual at noon - this kind of thing never happened today, and he didn't want to see it happen again!Because if he guessed correctly, Harry was clearly going to say good afternoon to him too.

Harry started helping out as soon as he returned to the orphanage.After two days of getting along, he can say a word or two with most people.Compared with the question of where he came from, the children are obviously more concerned about other aspects.

"Really? Tom himself agreed to let you live in his room?" Billy asked lying on the bed.His wounds were scabbing over, and Mrs. Cole had strictly forbidden him to get out of bed, so the news had to be brought to him by others.

"Didn't you say it was the floor?" Another child retorted.

"Even the floor is bad enough—had any of you been able to get into his room before?" said the third.

Everyone looked at each other, but Harry just listened intently to the news in their words.Very well, no one can enter Tom's room, he made a mental note.Although Tom wanted to let him sleep on the floor because he wanted to know something else, but just by being close to the other person, he felt that he could intervene in the other person's life and change that.

"He didn't threaten you? Like pets... oh no, you don't have that kind of thing. But there's always something else he can grab?" Billy asked again.Although he still doesn't understand how his rabbit hangs on the beam by himself, the commonality of these vicious incidents is Tom, and they all acquiesce in this.

"I'm not you," Harry could only reply when they all stared at him, "I'm older than you!"

Several children showed him disbelieving eyes. "Age won't fix that," they muttered. "There's no one in the orphanage who doesn't run away from Tom, and you're the first."

"Maybe," said Harry, "but I hope I'm not the only one." I really hope, he added mentally.

This time no one spoke, they all just looked at each other and shrugged.Obviously, this is difficult to achieve in a short period of time, after all, the impression of the past is deeply ingrained. "While we don't know where you got your confidence from," said the last older child, "unless things really change, .

"I know," said Harry.

Just like Dudley and his cronies always bullied him, places like orphanages were only worse.Tom probably just wanted not to be bullied at first, but then he discovered that he could do things that others couldn't, so the development began to go in a bad way.He uses his abilities to achieve his goal, and can avoid possible punishment by being undetected, while other children begin to fear and exclude him in the process.

But this is just his guess.Whether Tom gets the condescending pleasure from it, whether it makes it worse, whether he feels "I can always succeed, so it doesn't matter what I do", the answer to these questions is only Tom himself.

The sound of church bells in the distance woke Harry's thoughts. "Okay, you go ahead, I'll go down and help cook." He stood up, "Change the subject, huh?"

Several children watched him go out, and the sound of footsteps disappeared.

"Do you think he will succeed?"

"Hard to say. But I insist that Tom will throw him out, and it's just a matter of time."

"Harry seems like we're all joking with him - he knows when it's bad luck."

Harry, who was looked down upon by everyone, didn't notice it.Everything was as he expected, so he continued to deliver lunch to Tom according to his plan.But when he secretly checked the map, he couldn't hold back his eyes - but in half a day, Tom actually ran more than a dozen blocks away, and even crossed the boundary between the east and west districts.

Boy, this wandering is all over London!Harry thought.But it didn't matter how far away, because he had never heard that Muggle legs could run magic.And if it takes more time to track magic, he happened to have been to where Tom is now-near Big Ben and Westminster Abbey.Tom was probably counting on more Muggles to confuse him, but this place was one of those places in London that hasn't changed in a long time, unfortunately.

Tom was standing opposite the church at this time, looking around boredly.He knew very well that if he wanted to avoid being found, the wisest way was not to go into an alley, but to go into a large crowd.Even if he doesn't like those ordinary and similar people, but now he has to admit that many people are an excellent cover-up...

Bells suddenly rumbled over the church.Tom squinted at the top of the golden clock tower in the distance, imagining Harry searching around like a headless chicken.The bell was melodious, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.But at the next moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong: he seemed to hear some noise...?

"Tom." Harry's voice came from beside him. "This place is much better than in the morning. I think your lunch should be more enjoyable."

Tom turned his head sharply, staring at Harry in disbelief.His voice was almost drowned in the bell: "How did you do it?" He had just looked around a dozen seconds ago, and he could be sure that Harry was definitely not within a dozen steps of him at that time. There are no directions.

"It's my little secret." Harry winked and smiled at him. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" He took a step forward and repeated what he had done in the morning - stuffing the lunch box into the stunned Tom's hand. "Good afternoon, Tom."

"...what?" Tom only had time to utter a syllable before he saw Harry running towards a group of Muggles just like in the morning.He would never make the mistake he made in the morning, so he was quick-witted and ran after him.But by the time he passed through the group of people who also gave Big Ben their attention, Harry had disappeared from view.

Tom stood there, turning his head almost wildly.But no, there were strangers all around, and Harry really disappeared.

But at a distance of tens of feet, he can also chase people away?This is impossible!It's a small square with a great view and nowhere to hide!How on earth did Harry do it?Invisible?Or teleport?No, normal people can't do that... no, maybe Harry too...

Tom looked down at his hands.He's different, he can do things that no one else can, and he knows it.But even he couldn't do things like invisibility and teleportation.But if he can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it either—because before today, he never thought that maybe he is one of the same kind of people; and he and Harry are actually the same kind of people.

At this time, Tom thought of the lunch box he had been clutching tightly.He raised his left hand and untied the outer cloth knot.A scent came out of it, but he acted as if he hadn't smelled it.All his thoughts were condensed on one point: the distance from the orphanage to here, no matter on foot or by vehicle, it is impossible for it to show the temperature when it was just out of the pot!

In fact, Harry didn't go far.Although it took less than 5 minutes for him to deliver the food, this cannot be explained to other people in the orphanage.And he'd much rather hang out with Tom than by himself - well, though only he knows.Then he saw that the expression on Tom's face changed a few times quickly, and then he walked to a corner that was not easy to be noticed, and began to eat lunch bite by bite, with his eyebrows furrowed all the time.After eating, he didn't move immediately, but just sat on the steps with his back against a stone pillar and closed his eyes.

He's not sleeping, he's probably still thinking about him, Harry thought.Because he could see that the other party's eyes were rolling under the thin eyelids, and his brows still did not relax, obviously thinking about some difficult problem.It's not that he's not humble, he's the only one who can bother Tom recently.

Harry crept closer to Tom and sat down under a nearby stone pillar.He conceived a lot of plans at the beginning, from telling everything to not telling at all, and in the end he still felt that it was better to let nature take its course.He didn't know how long he would stay in this world, and all the plans might not be able to keep up with the changes.What can be done in a few days and a few years is definitely different; but what he can grasp is only now.

In the passage of time, the sun in the sky turned an angle silently.Harry was reminded by the warmth that was shining on him that it was time for him to leave.He glanced again at Tom, who had the same troubled look on his face.But that's all right, maybe Tom will get the answers he wants tonight.

After these two raids, Tom was fully prepared.So when he was watching the sunset from the edge of Tower Bridge, he didn't look back when he heard a small, clear crack.He even greeted him leisurely: "Hello, Mr. Supper."

Harry was slightly surprised, but then he was relieved.The first time Dumbledore told Tom these things, Tom was surprised at first, but he covered his emotions well before the conversation was over.Now another afternoon passed, long enough for Tom to think things back and forth several times.

"If you knew this, you shouldn't have asked me to come out to find you again." Harry walked to Tom's side, looking at the river in the distance.But then he frowned—the Thames at this time was incomparable to his time, because it hadn't been governed yet.

Tom had actually been watching his movements out of the corner of his eye.Although he couldn't figure out what Harry meant by frowning at the water, he didn't care about the water at all. "Who knows?" He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Compared with dinner, don't you think you should give me a reasonable explanation?"

"About what?" Harry turned to look at him.He had never looked at Tom from this angle—the other looked up slightly at him, half of his face was covered with a soft golden light.Although he knew it was just his own subjective wish, he was still involuntarily fascinated.

"All." Tom replied without thinking. "What you said at the beginning was all lies. You are not some orphan from the back country, and you don't need a bed in an orphanage. But you did it, and it didn't do you any good. At the same time, you You can do things that others can't even imagine. How did you do it? I want to hear the truth."

"No good?" Harry asked him back, deliberately ignoring the magic part. "That's how you judge. Is there worth, is there purpose? Is it, Tom?"

Tom had that suspicious look again. "Otherwise why?" He didn't know the answer, and wanted to know, but he tried to look like he didn't care.

"You wouldn't believe me if I said no why, would you?" Harry stared at him.

Tom snorted. "You just know that my little tricks can't threaten you, so it's okay to lie." He couldn't admit it without frustration, because he had been thinking about it all afternoon and couldn't find any winning points.

"I know you do, don't you, Tom?" said Harry, "and you always succeed?"

Being exposed in person, Tom's face didn't change a bit. "Did you know it yourself, or did they tell you?" he asked, and then answered the question himself: "Well, the process is not important, the result is important. So, so what?" He didn't blink Staring at Harry, "You're coming to persuade me, huh?"

Harry moved a little closer to him. "You asked me just now, how did I find you?"

A gleam flashed in Tom's eye, but he quickly covered it up and turned his head away. "Don't try to trick me, I know you won't say it."

Sly Slytherin, playing hard to get, couldn't imagine being an 11-year-old at all.Harry thought, but the tone was the same as before: "You're asking a stranger to confess his secret."

"Stranger?" Tom almost jumped up. "That's just me to you! You know better! And I don't know why you know! It's not fair!"

"Okay then, let's make a fair deal," Harry said quietly. "I can tell you the secret. But don't get too excited," he reminded Tom, who had a flash of ecstasy on his face, "I have a request."

"What price I can't afford?" Tom was a little irritated by the ups and downs of the subject.

Harry shook two fingers at him. "For others, it's true that you can't afford it. But if it's you, you can." He lowered his voice, "A fair deal, you say yours, I say mine, huh?"

Tom almost stared at him.Of course, he does have a little secret.But he thinks those secrets are worth nothing compared to the powers that fascinate him.Harry probably knew this, and proposed it? "You know what you're talking about, don't you?" he wondered.In fact, he believes that this kind of exchange is not equal at all, but he will not say that it is impossible for him to make the situation unfavorable to him.

"Of course I do, I just want to hear from you," Harry replied.His eyes reflected the golden light of the setting sun and the reflection of the water surface, clear and bright, like some kind of rare crystal or gemstone.

Tom suddenly felt that the sight was a little dazzling.He has seen those crystal treasures in the shop windows.They gleamed on the flannel and in the shifting light, but a pane of glass separated them from him.Maybe distance is not just glass, but also things like identity, status, and money.For a poor orphan, they are beautiful things that he will never be able to touch in his life, and of course they will not be owned by him.He turned his head away, and strode away.