HP solves the mystery

"Well, your situation is quite special. Let's see if you can receive the letter from the owl." Silver laughed.

That's what he said, but Sev knew that it was impossible for Tom to go to Hogwarts.

The doctor at St. Mungo's measured the bone age at 13 years old, and Tom's situation was different from that of ordinary wizards. There seemed to be no other way except self-study.

Tom looked at his frowning expression and nodded while holding back a smile. His handsome face attracted frequent glances from passers-by.

People's pursuit of beauty is common, but some people can't see it.

Silver lowered his head and thought deeply. He was really worried. A five-year-old child suddenly turned into a thirteen-year-old boy. No one would be surprised, let alone a cat demon.

But there is currently no solution, we can only take it one step at a time.

Silver went home and asked the basilisk, which had lived for thousands of years, if he had ever encountered a situation similar to Tom's.

The basilisk rolled its eyes with difficulty. If it knew everything, it wouldn't be a snake now, and the smell of the cat cub was becoming more and more familiar, very similar to a smell it smelled decades ago.

Sif touched his nose in embarrassment. He had forgotten that the basilisk had been in Hogwarts for hundreds of years. It would be better to look up the book to ask about it.

In order for Tom to adapt to his new identity and to familiarize himself with his magic power, Tom spent several days in silence at home.

Of course, during this period, he did not forget to contact Lucius and ask someone to leave his wand at Voldemort's manor. He planned to find a time to get the wand.

[Tom, have you forgotten Dada? You can summon it! ] Nagini looked at Tom finishing the last bean in the game, shaking his head and said.

Tom suddenly realized it, and he said he had forgotten something. It turned out that he had lived in the Muggle world for a long time, and even the house elves had forgotten it.

[Nagini, you are awesome, my snacks are yours today. ] Tom praised and continued to play the game, unaware of the increasingly weird look in the Basilisk's eyes.

Silver was as geeky as ever. He read all Muggle novels and science fiction magazines, and finally settled on today's "Daily Prophet."

Since magical items infiltrated into the Muggle world, although the Ministry of Magic has grown stronger, it has been like a castle in the air that cannot be conquered by the crowd. The family headed by Malfoy has opened a company (Universal Corporation) and made many friends (Grindelwald and Rosier families). etc.), generous charity (donating galleons for medical care, education and children), temporarily overshadowed Dumbledore.

Dumbledore has been a lot quieter in the past few years. Apart from accepting invitations from the Ministry of Magic to attend meetings and solve the Sirius matter, he spent most of his time at Hogwarts. Even if there are rumors that he has been seen in Austria, they are just rumors. That’s all.

After Seaver read the daily reports that the prisoners in Azkaban were going to be re-tried and that the Ministry of Magic was going to crack down on unjust and false cases, he knew that those people had learned from the Muggle world's justice.

"Sev, are you going to the coffee shop today?" Tom put the washed fruits on the table and sat next to him and asked.

Sifu recovered from his daze and smiled subconsciously, "I'll go to the coffee shop later. Today I'll take you to Diagon Alley to buy some things."

"Diagon Alley? New or old?" Tom asked.

Sev rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. Although the wand shop in New Diagon Alley is staffed by an American wand-making master, Ollivander in Diagon Alley knows more about the habits of English wizards, and the wand he bought should be more suitable.

"Go to Diagon Alley, sometimes the old streets are more attractive."

Tom went to change his clothes and brought some galleons with him to buy snacks and toys for Nagini.

The streets are still paved with cobblestones, and the shops on both sides exude a medieval atmosphere. People flow like a sea, and the air is filled with the aroma of food.

Sev didn't stop much, and took Tom straight to the last store. The gold sign on the door was repainted with gold paint, shining brightly in the sunlight; in the bright window, beautiful glass display cabinets were placed. Several wands.

"Well, Sev, are you going to take me to buy a wand?" Tom's eyes flashed with surprise. His natural wand was still in Voldemort's manor.

Sif nodded and led him into the store.

The store has changed a lot from what Sev remembered. The store is still very small. The chandelier overhead makes the store much brighter. Moreover, the wand boxes are neatly stacked behind the cabinet, and there is a sign next to it. Note: There is defensive magic in the store, please put your little thoughts away.

Ollivander brought his grandnephew Linton to the front desk. He glanced at the two people who came in with his pale eyes, and waved his hand for his grandnephew to continue cleaning the cabinets.

"Good day, are you two here to customize wands?" His big eyes looked at the two people who were not related to the age of 11, and he remembered that many foreigners liked to ask him to customize wands, so he asked.

Silver pointed at Tom and said the excuse he had made up a long time ago, "My brother's wand is broken, and I want to come to you to find a suitable new wand."

"I recognize you, Severus Snape. Your wand is made of a phoenix feather (a snake nerve) core and a birch bark. The length is thirteen and one-half inches (34.29cm). Flexible and stable, perfect for you.”

Ollivander thought for a moment before focusing on Tom.

"Your eyes make me feel familiar. Who are you... It's rare to see red eyes..." Ollivander's silver-white eyes were a little cloudy, but he was still recalling, "Oh, young sir , which hand do you prefer?" He took out a tape measure and asked.

"Right hand." Tom said with a smile. He didn't know if Ollivander recognized him.

But no one would have thought that Voldemort had reversed his growth, right?

"Oh, okay, every Ollivander wand has super powerful magical substances. This is the reason why the wands made by others are not as good as mine." Ollivander rambled on about the magic of the wand and the With my proficiency in making wands, I walked through the shelves and selected some long boxes.

Tom cooperated and tried one after another. He still couldn't understand how Ollivander's efficiency was so slow and how the store could be open to this day.

"Well, a picky customer, let me think about it...what is suitable for you..." Ollivander took out a few more long boxes and let Tom try them, mumbling.

Tom was a little impatient, but Sif was by his side, and it hadn't been so long since he first came to Diagon Alley to buy a wand!

Tom turned into a wand-trying machine, one after another, until he took another wand and his fingertips suddenly felt hot.

He involuntarily raised the wand above his head, swung it downwards, and a red light flashed, and most of Ollivander's hair was burned off.

"Ha, holly wood, phoenix tail feathers...it's really...wonderful..." Ollivander plucked the intact half of his hair, put Tom's wand into the box, wrapped it in blue paper, and muttered a lot. Stop, "It's amazing, oh, it's really amazing...it's eleven inches long..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Tom's interest was aroused, and he leaned closer and asked, "What makes you feel magical?"

Ollivander's silver eyes stared at Tom, as if looking through him at another person.

"Little sir, from the two tail feathers of the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other made the other wand..."

"You mean...Brother's Wand?"

Ollivander choked, nodded and continued.

"But his is thirteen and a half inches long, made of yew... How could it be such a coincidence... It's really amazing... I think you will achieve a great career, Mr. Ollivander..." Ollivander was vague As he said, although Voldemort was not taboo, they all maintained this attitude tacitly.

Tom raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Thank you for your encouragement, Mr. Ollivander." He paid Ollivander seven galleons for the wand, showed an aristocratic smirk, and then Turn around and leave.

Ollivander looked at his evil smile, his bent waist froze in mid-air, that person... that person...

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Uncle!" Linton yelled in a panic, causing chaos in the wand shop.

But Sev and Tom had already walked away and did not see this sudden scene.

The two came to Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore, where the clerk was warmly entertaining the customers who entered the store.

"This year the professors at Hogwarts have collectively produced a book of exercises. You can buy it if you need it... The invisible book is temporarily out of stock, sorry..."

Tom looked around and found that most of the textbooks were no different from when he was studying. The only difference was that the teachers actually knew how to compile exercise books, and he didn't know who came up with the idea.

Silver picked up the exercise book and looked at it. The first signature was Andre. He knew that he had turned the idea of ​​"three years newt, five years owls" into reality. He felt sorry for the little wizards here. Three seconds.

He picked up a few magic books and bought a few exercise books before taking Tom back home.

Tom had already disassembled the wand and put it on his waist. He stroked the wand and felt his scalp numb when he saw the thick book in Sif's hand.

"Sev, what are these books?" he asked.

Sif glanced at him funny, not knowing what he was nervous about.

"I bought this for my daughter. She received an owl letter last week and will go to Hogwarts when school starts in September."

Zhang Mingyuan called Siff and told him. At that time, Tom was in a daze all day long because he had consumed too much magic power, so he didn't pay much attention.

Tom was quietly relieved when he learned the situation, thinking it was bought for him.

"My daughter loves reading so much, she is probably a Ravenclaw." Tom pursed his lips and smiled, then changed the subject without being very interested, "Are you going back to the town this year? Haierbo is planning to go to the forest to play."

Sev filled out the address and watched the owl fly away carrying the heavy package before turning to look at Tom.

"Do you want to go?" Sifu walked out of the bookstore and wandered on the street.

Tom didn't know whether he meant going to the town or the Forbidden Forest, but he had his own plan, so he shook his head.

"I want to be by your side." His red eyes flashed with seriousness on his face.

A warm current ran through Sif's heart, and the corners of his mouth turned upward, but he felt a little sad when he thought that Tom might turn into a rebellious yellow hair.

"Oh, I hope you won't ride on will-o'-the-wisp in the future..."

Tom heard Sif's muttering, but he didn't understand what staying with him had to do with the will-o'-the-wisp?

Just like that, the basilisk took a suitcase full of snacks, refused Nagini's request to play with him, and entered the Forbidden Forest with a flick of its tail.

Bain, the centaur, had been waiting for a long time. His eyes stayed on Tom for a moment, and then he left with the basilisk on his back.

Tom was not surprised by this, but Nagini was surprised for a long time. It also wanted to sit on the centaur.

Sifu did not stay at home. He was afraid that Zhang Mingyuan would come and ask him to make up lessons for his daughter, so he quickly took Tom and Nagini to a small town for vacation.

In a kindergarten in Cokeworth, Harry was carrying a small schoolbag and waiting for his uncle to pick him up from school.

"Harry, did you have fun today?" Vernon, who had obviously gained more than ten pounds, opened the car door and asked Harry how he was doing at school.

"Well, I'm very happy." Harry sat in the car obediently and nodded, "Sister Fike taught us a new song today..."

While listening to the interesting stories shared by the children, Vernon was thinking about buying a bottle of red wine to go with the steak.

When the parents returned home, they found a little tabby cat climbing on the tree on the corner of the street, meowing miserably, and not far from it squatted a big fat orange cat.

Big Fat Orange seemed to be unable to bear the misfortune of Little Lihua, so he raised his paw and scratched it.

Harry tugged on Vernon's sleeve, trying to get him to save the little raccoon boy.

Vernon sighed helplessly at Harry, rolled up his sleeves, dragged his fat body, and took out a stick to drive away the big fat orange.

Big Fat Orange nimbly dodged the stick, opened his mouth and shouted at them a few times, then gave Little Lihua a few more blows, and then jumped to the opposite tree in three or two steps.

Harry opened the satchel in his hand and asked Little Fox to jump down. When the cat saw Big Fat Orange leaving, Little Fox was still afraid with its tail between its legs.

"Mimi, come down! I'll catch you!" Harry shook his bag to lure it down, but the kitten was indifferent and even shrank back.

Vernon wiped the sweat from his forehead and picked up Harry while panting heavily. The big fat orange had just been driven away, which had consumed a lot of his energy.

"Harry, try again. If it doesn't work, we'll call the community manager." Vernon comforted.

Harry hummed, calling for his breasts in a sweet voice.

Big Fat Orange was on the tree, licking his paws and laughing at the incompetent human cubs, and huffing loudly at the little civet.

Little Lihua was so frightened that she kept retreating and was about to fall off the wall. Little Harry was extremely anxious.

In the next moment, Vernon felt his hands go empty, and Harry, who was holding him, rose into the air, flew to the kitten, and flew with him in mid-air.

"Ha, Harry! Come here!" Vernon knew that Harry had used wizarding methods again. He was afraid of being seen, so he could only shout in a low voice.

"Haha, Uncle Vernon, this is so fun." Harry smiled innocently and flew towards his uncle.

But the little raccoon flower in its hand was restless. It broke away from the child's arms, hooked its claws on the clothes and climbed to the child's head. Suddenly, little Harry's eyes were covered, he screamed in panic, and his body began to shake. , Fortunately, in the next moment, the little civet flower kicked hard and jumped back to the wall lightly.

"Harry, I'm here, don't panic," Vernon kept his eyes on little Harry, his back was wet with cold sweat.

Little Harry stabilized his figure in the air and landed on the ground.

"Uncle Vernon, I'm fine." Little Harry looked at his uncle running over and comforted him.

But the next moment an accident came, an apple fell from the tree above his head and hit him on the head, and our cute little Harry fainted.