HP solves the mystery

After returning from the wedding, Tom was silent for several days.

It wasn't that he was frightened by the wizard getting married, but that he found out that wizards and Muggles were courting Severus after the wedding. Those who were more daring would directly call the phone number to ask for a date, not caring that there was a child around.

This made Tom very depressed. Since becoming a child, he has been ignored more and more.

"Sifu, do you have someone you like?" He suddenly asked Sifu.

"The person you like?" Silver quickly cut the valerian, changed to a silver knife and squeezed the sleepy bean with the side of the knife, put the juice into the crucible, and then continued, "Not yet, why do you ask this? ?" He stirred the crucible and asked without raising his head.

Tom pinched his fingers and thought for a while before replying slowly, "I was at the wedding before and I saw you smiling very happily."

Sifu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. Who can attend a wedding and still be embarrassed?

"I just think it's good for lovers to get married eventually, and marriage is a sacred thing."

Tom didn't speak. He stared at Sifu's profile for a long time before going out with his lips pursed.

When Sif finished the potion and came out, he saw Tom staring at the vase in a daze. He didn't quite understand what was going on in his little head, so he could only silently buy him some recent best-selling comics.

After several days, the two of them were watching TV quietly. Suddenly, Tom stood up, clenched his right hand into a fist and beat it on the palm of his left hand, with a determined look on his face.

"Very good, let's do it." He said and ran into his bedroom, rummaging through a pile of clutter.

Silver was startled and almost dropped the remote control in his hand to the ground. He looked at Tom who was resurrected with full health and once again lamented the changeable personality of children.

While Tom was preparing, time slowly came to April 1984.

Silver finally thought of buying a computer for his family. Just as Joe launched a personal computer, which could do more things, he went to buy one.

After the computer was installed and the network cable was connected, he turned on the computer and stared at the small screen to operate it. He found that the response was not bad, but he was used to the large-screen but fast computers of later generations. He quickly lost touch with this first-generation gadget. interested.

Tom stood aside and looked at the computer with the computer manual. He was a little confused when he saw Sifu stop moving.

"Sev, why don't you play anymore? I think you can visit the CBBS website. You can also insert a floppy disk to play games here." Tom knew that computers could do more than that, but the young man didn't seem to be interested.

Seeing the curiosity on Tom's face, Sif gave up his position and said, "You can have some fun by yourself. If you don't understand anything, call me." He pinched his eyebrows and looked a little tired.

The computer's ancient picture quality and rudimentary website gave him a headache, so he finally decided to read a book.

Tom glanced at him thoughtfully, sat on the chair and started to operate according to the instructions.

Sifu looked at the little people and the little computer, and felt glad that he was already 84 years old. As long as he survives for another thirty or forty years, he will be able to play with a smartphone.

Tom didn't know what Silver was thinking, so he took out the floppy disk given by the computer store, opened the game and started playing.

Well, Muggle games are quite fun, he thought, clicking the mouse to avoid the ghosts, eating all the beans on the screen, and then listening to the victory music to start the next level of the game.

After Tom played all the games in the box, he lost interest and ran to the TV to watch technology programs.

This was the first time for Sif to see Tom being such a "plaything", but he never expected that he would just indulge in it for an afternoon and then abandon it. It seems that only popular science programs are his favorite.

Just as Emmerdale Farm finished playing, Sev gave the remote control to Tom.

"I thought you would play so hard that you wouldn't even eat dinner." He winked at Tom. After all, children's love for computer games is obvious to all.

Tom sat next to Sev and watched his favorite TV show, thinking of the wasted afternoon and complaining about his lack of determination.

"It's no fun." Tom puffed up his cheeks, grabbed the pillow and put it in his arms, "I even forgot to do my painting homework."

"I think you shouldn't learn the painting styles of Van Gogh and Picasso too early. That's not suitable for you now."

"But I like it, and I can't paint the light and color of Monet and Turner." Tom didn't really want to discuss painting with Seaver, because that would make him more aware that he had no talent for painting.

Silver patted Tom's head in a funny way, wondering when he would say that he didn't want to learn painting.

The wind in April is very cold, blowing the clothes of pedestrians on the street, making people experience what it means to feel cool.

While Sif went to Diagon Alley to buy potion ingredients, Tom asked Nagini to keep an eye on the basilisk while he hid in the bedroom and drew the magic pattern. The materials were collected in the Forbidden Forest before.

He listened to the hissing sounds of the two snakes laughing at the TV show, held his breath and completed the final touch, and quickly restored the bedroom to its original state.

Tom opened the door with a calm expression and sat by the window with a book. He was used to watching the young man come back.

At night, Sev dried Tom's hair as usual and brushed his teeth together before returning to his bedroom.

Tom touched his forehead and felt that something was missing.

Because the Basilisk was too cold, he slept in front of the fireplace with his favorite pot of pothos; while Nagini accompanied Tom and slept in a warm and dry little bed.

A night without dreams until dawn.

The 15th of every month is the day when Seaver goes to the coffee shop to check accounts and experiment with new products. He tells Tom not to read all the time, but to go out and play properly.

Tom nodded obediently, turned around and put the words behind him. He was not a child.

Now that only Tom and the two snakes were left in the house, his plan could be put into effect.

Tom took Nagini back to the bedroom. He knew that the basilisk would not care about anything else once it watched TV, so he pulled back the carpet to reveal the magic pattern formation drawn underneath.

[Nagini, you have to believe me, just drink these three bottles of magic potion and sleep. 】Tom originally wanted to feed him the stabilizer he bought from Diagon Alley, but because he was afraid it was not safe, he took another bottle from Sif's potion room.

Well, there is also a bottle of fresh water of life and death, which is enough for Nagini to have a good sleep.

Of course, he paid, and there was plenty of money in his treasury anyway.

Nagini nodded ignorantly. It never asked what Tom wanted to do. It trusted him. This was cultivated through decades of getting along with him.

[Hiss, Tom, when Nagini wakes up, can you buy me a lamb? 】It rubbed Tom's hand affectionately and said coquettishly.

Tom touched its snake head and accepted this promise. He was absolutely sure of this fusion.

Because the curse on Gunter's ring was too strong, he did not choose to fuse it immediately. Although the basilisk's venom could break the curse, he was afraid of destroying the soul fragment inside, so he did not soak it in the venom. Instead, he looked through Sif's collection of books, combined with his past experience, and asked his free-fed subordinates to send medicinal materials to various places in London, and then asked Nagini to get them and prepare the potion.

Needless to say, apart from being a little stupid, they work very efficiently.

Tom fished out the ring from the glass bottle of viscous silver liquid, wiped it clean and placed it next to Nagini. He himself sat in the middle of the magic pattern and summoned all the magic power in his body, chanting ancient ancient poems quickly in his mouth. mantra.

Nagini was rolling in the magic pattern in pain, black cracks appeared on the white snake's body, and finally a plume of dark green smoke was generated on the top of its head; the Gaunt ring on the side made a hissing sound as something was being corroded by sulfuric acid, and the soul inside The film seemed to be howling in pain, and a ball of extremely black liquid seeped into the magic lines on the ground.

Tom's eyes were red as if they were dripping with blood. He felt the pain of a knife cutting through his body. He used his last strength to mobilize his magic power to lure the cut out soul piece.

I don't know how long it took, maybe ten minutes or half an hour.

Tom was sitting upright with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He frowned, knowing that he was too reluctant to absorb two soul pieces at once.

Nagini was still sleeping, but it could be seen from the snake's body twitching from time to time that it was enduring great pain.

The liquid flowing out of the ring began to flow back, as if it was returning to the carrier where it had resided for decades.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Tom had no choice but to release the magic power in a desperate move, letting the violent power swirl around the room.

After his exclusive bedroom was completely in ruins, his orifices were covered in bright red blood and his clothes were in tatters.

Nagini was even rolled onto the windowsill, and Gunter's ring rolled to the bottom of the bed.

Tom was dizzy and everything he saw was red. He touched the corners of his eyes and there was a pool of blood in his hands.

"Ahem, it's really, really... so damn exciting..." He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the magic patterns on the ground began to fade, turning into white light and entering his body.

It was obvious that Tom's short body began to grow thin, and gradually became slender and slender. His face with baby fat became thinner, and his black hair grew to his chin. Finally, his figure stayed at the age of twelve.

He looked at the slender fingers, felt the abundant magic power in his body, and pulled an unknown smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, we still have to fuse all the soul pieces." Tom looked around the ruined bedroom, picked up Nagini by the window, made sure it was fine, and put it on the bed that was still intact.

With bare feet, he took out the second-hand wand he had hidden, and said "Restore as before" to the damaged items, and the ruined bedroom instantly became clean and tidy.

He nodded with satisfaction, put away the second-hand wand he bought in Diagon Alley, and entered the bathroom holding the towel.

He knew that if he wanted to stay here, he had to hide his identity first.

This was probably the most prudent thing he could do, Tom thought. He wanted both boiling frogs in warm water and a balcony near the water.

Tom kicked aside the small stool and turned on the shower head, washing away the dirt all over his body, revealing his delicate and handsome facial features.

The basilisk that was watching TV vomited vomit. Was it hungry and dizzy? Why do you smell the descendant of Salazar blood?

It spat out the message again uncertainly, and decided to watch another episode of cartoons to calm down its shock.

Tom returned to the bedroom wearing a bath towel. He looked at Nagini, then he put on ragged children's clothes and lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

When Sif came back from the coffee shop and saw no one in the living room and study, he knew that Tom hadn't gotten up from his nap yet.

He didn't bother and went into the kitchen with the packed desserts, heated the milk tea and drank it with the basilisk.

The alarm clock in the bedroom rang for a while, but no one came out.

Silver thought it was Tom who was snoozing, so he ignored it, but the alarm clock kept ringing, and he realized something was wrong.

"Tom, are you okay? I'm coming in." He knocked on the door and found no one responded, so he opened the door and walked in.

In the light that shines through the window, you can see the bulge on the bed, and the top of your black hair is exposed under the light-colored sheets.

Sif felt vaguely weird, but couldn't put it into words.

He pressed the alarm clock and glanced at Nagini, who was sleeping peacefully, feeling a little more relaxed.

"Tom, get up quickly, it's time to have dinner." Silver frowned slightly, with some worry in his words. Is the child sick?

A slender arm stretched out from the quilt, and then a young man sat up, stretching while his tattered clothes were exposed.

"Sev, what time is it? I'm so hungry." The young man touched his stomach and pursed his lips.

Sif calmly touched the wand on his waist and did not answer the boy's question. However, looking at his familiar clothes and familiar tone, he had an incredible idea in his mind.

The next moment, the boy's reaction confirmed his guess.

"Wow, Sev, I've grown up! Look at my hands, my legs have also grown longer! Can I go hiking alone?" Tom acted according to the plan, fully demonstrating what it means to be confused. ecstatic.

Seeing that the young man was not pretending to be happy, Sif silently loosened his grip on the wand.

Sure enough, magical creatures cannot be calculated at the growth rate of humans.

Naturally, Sif accepted Tom's sudden growth and even bought him clothes and shoes that suited him.

"Then do I still have to attend my hobby class?" Tom hung the newly bought sweatshirt and jeans in the closet and said with some frustration, "The teacher also said that I would use my paintings to participate in the youth painting competition..."

Not only could he not attend interest classes, he also had to get a new birth certificate for Tom, as well as familiar relatives and friends. Sifu pinched his eyebrows with a headache, not knowing how to explain to them.

"Do you know how old you are now?" Sifu looked at Tom, who was over 1.6 meters tall, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Tom frowned and thought for a moment before answering hesitantly, "About, 12 years old? 13 years old? I don't know."

Yes, professional things must be done by professional people. The next day, Sev took Tom to St. Mungo's.

The doctor at St. Mungo's asked Sev some questions about Tom before taking out his wand and preparing to do a full body scan on Tom.

Tom clenched his fists before resisting the urge to fight back. Who else but Sev would dare to point a wand at him like this?

The doctor, unaware that she had dodged a bullet, prescribed some stabilizers and palliatives.

"The child is fine. He is just in chaos with his magic power and his body is a little malnourished. He needs to eat more meat and vegetables to replenish his body." The doctor looked at Sifu, who was obviously a parent, and said with a hint, "The child is already 13 years old and has a bad temper. It's inevitable to be a little irritable. Adults need to understand."

Sif smiled awkwardly, took the potion and explained, "I understand very well, haha, who hasn't had a rebellious period yet?"

The doctor nodded noncommittally and let them leave.

"Sev, I'm 13 years old, can I still go to Hogwarts to study?" On the way home, Tom blinked and asked curiously.

Sifu looked at this handsome young lady and felt his head hurt again.

Yes, does Hogwarts accept overage students?