HP in the name of Slytherin

It is stronger than all the soul fragments of Voldemort, which means that if souls fight each other, Tom's soul is the one most likely to win.

The magic of love prevents Catherine and Tom from hurting each other, not even indirectly or in any way related to it.

But it is okay for Tom to kill Tom.

Looking at the entire magical world, only Dumbledore may be able to kill Voldemort, but he must guard Hogwarts. No one knows how many Horcruxes Voldemort has. His soul was already shattered in the magic circle. Now it is easier than anyone else to make a Horcrux.

Once Dumbledore leaves, and Voldemort controls the Ministry of Magic, if his Horcruxes continue to control Hogwarts, the loss to the wizarding world will be immeasurable.

"You know very well," Catherine said calmly, approaching him under Tom's excited eyes, "We can't hurt each other. Even if you agree, if I really hurt you, I will be repulsed, and so will you."

"So we are meant for each other..." Tom's words paused under Catherine's cold gaze. He pursed his lips and stopped talking, but his stubborn expression silently expressed: Great, we are meant for each other.

"You don't understand anything, Tom." Catherine shook her head in disappointment.

The depression on her face was so obvious, and her gray-blue eyes were like a depressed heart. Tom suddenly recalled that in his memory, Catherine's eyes were as bright and deep blue as sapphires.

It was because of the forbidden time technique that forcibly reversed her time, leaving her with indelible ashes.

"I, I can learn..." he said stubbornly.

Catherine looked at him calmly, without love or hatred, without disappointment or expectation, and just asked him calmly: "What are you studying?"

"Love you..." Tom said, but he was actually confused in his heart, "I can learn... to love you."

"What kind of love?" Catherine asked again, "Family affection, love, friendship, what kind of love is it for pets, owners, flowers and plants?"

Tom blinked blankly and said with difficulty: "These..."

"You haven't thought that there are so many different kinds of love in the world, have you?" Catherine sighed, "Even the kindness between strangers can be called 'love' if it is sublimated. You can have love for life, You can also have love for objects.”

Tom Riddle, one of the best students ever in Hogwarts and a descendant of the legendary wizard Salazar, never knew there were so many complicated loves in his life.

The original Tom and the current Voldemort couldn't understand.

The split Tom fragments, which were clearly designed to have only love, could not understand it.

Even though he kept saying that he loved Catherine and would give everything for her, he still didn't understand.

"This is so pitiful, Tom." Catherine sighed, closed her eyes, and finally stretched out her hand to Tom.

Tom paused for a rare moment, a little hesitant and uncertain, as if he was afraid of something, standing there alone.

Stubbornly repeating: "But, I love you...I know..."

There was a strange feeling in his heart, which was stirred by the sight of Catherine, and made him happy by the thought of her.

He knew instinctively that this was love.

It is the meaning of his existence.

"I want... to make you happy." He stumbled and dissected his emotions, "I want to make you happy, the kind of love."

Even though he knew he was designed to do this, he still felt happy.

During these decades of silence, he repeatedly watched the memories of the past.

He likes the way Catherine is gentle to "him", smiles at "him", praises "him", and "loves him". He loves that she is excellent, loves that she shines, loves that she is kind to the world, but will not be arbitrarily ignored. Bully, love her...

"I feel happy when I think of you, that kind of love..." There seemed to be a little light in his dark pupils, and he said cautiously, "A lot of love."

He slowly reached out and carefully held Catherine's hand, which was obviously smaller than his.

The Catherine in my memory looks like an adult, elegant and dignified, invincible and capable of going anywhere.

Catherine is now small, her appearance has changed, but she is much shorter than the teenage Tom. She is small and very cute, making him...want to protect her.

He gently held her hand, "I don't want to let go of your love."

Catherine watched him go from blank to hesitant and now serious. She vaguely understood Tom's feelings that he could not analyze clearly.

She leaned forward, suddenly very close to Tom, and Tom's eyes widened in fright.

A person who is born with an emotionally incomplete or even somewhat handicapped person will not actually be able to find a lover in one step.

Love between men and women does not exist. He does not have the nerve to love, nor does he understand what it means to love.

And Tom, who was born out of all such chaos of love, the love in his mind is also broad and undefined.

More often, he seems to be a different kind of Haierbo. As long as Catherine responds to him, any kind of "love" can wake him up.

Catherine looked at the young man's black pearl-like eyes, which were wide open in surprise, but there was something innocent about them.

She asked him: "Are you willing to exist to accomplish what I want to accomplish, to live so that I can live a happier life?"

Tom blinked, his soul would not blush, he only felt his heart encouraging again: "I am willing, I want to make you happy."

"Then make a contract with me, be my brother, and let me leave, Tom," Catherine said seriously. "Slytherin will not abandon or harm his family. I am willing to do it in the name of the head of the Slytherin family. Give you the Slytherin name."

She would love Tom Slytherin as her father loved her and her brother.

Tom realized Catherine's seriousness and renewed expectations, and nodded without hesitation: "I do, what do you want me to do?"

Catherine quickly passed the contents of the ancient magic contract to Tom in the form of memory.

Tom stood there and thought for a moment, then let go of Catherine, put his right hand on his heart, and half-knelt down.

The left arm closest to the heart was opened without any resistance, and he lowered his head piously.

——Putting your right hand on your heart means that all actions come from the heart and you will never regret it. Opening your left arm means giving everything, surrendering physically and mentally and never resisting...

"To you, Miss Catherine Apep Slytherin, I offer all my loyalty, life, soul and love with my present and future complete soul. I will never betray you and give you your wishes. My wish is to take your direction as my direction, love you and protect you until the end of my life.”

"In the name of Catherine ape Slytherin, I give you the name of Tom Slytherin." Catherine used the same snakewood as her father as the body of the wand, and the blood of Halbo's fatal place as the core of the wand. Tap Tom's shoulder, "You will be my siblings, my half body, I will be your sister, your home, your everything. I will love you until the end of my life."

"I do, I do everything you say!" Tom looked up at Catherine, his eyes full of joy.

Sensing that both parties sincerely abide by this contract, the mysterious magical power flows to Tom's translucent body through Catherine's wand.

The pearly whites belonging to the soul body gradually faded away, and the boy's body, which was much taller than Catherine, was also shrinking visibly to the naked eye.

Finally, he solidified into an 11-year-old boy.

Everything, start over.