HP solves the mystery

Harry's eyes were filled with horror as he looked at the man. After killing his lifelong enemy, he lived a peaceful life for just a few days, and then he was reborn as a five-year-old. He was even more horrified when he saw Voldemort alive in the living room of his aunt's house. .

What's more, this Voldemort is still the young Voldemort he saw in Dumbledore's memory! It's scarier, right?

Being stared at by several pairs of eyes, Harry shrank. He would rather go to kindergarten and attend childish classes than be with this dangerous person.

"Harry, this is your Uncle Sev, and this is Uncle Tom. Come over and ask your Uncle Sev to check you out." Petunia knew that they often do activities in the kindergarten, so she just smiled and pushed her. Li, motioning for him to come forward.

Harry swallowed, resisted the urge to run away, moved his sore legs, and slowly approached Sev.

"Hello Uncle Sev, hello Uncle Tom." Harry smiled cutely, trying to make them forget what they had just said.

"Hello, little Harry." A smile appeared on Sev's lips, and he looked at Harry with eyes full of inquiry.

What do you mean it's great that he didn't die? He was sure that Harry had never seen him bleeding and injured, so why did he say that?

Tom on the side felt uncomfortable being called out, and the look in Harry's eyes just now was too weird. Facing Harry at this moment, he lost his previous gentleness and just nodded with a fake smile.

Harry didn't pay attention to his attitude, but lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

Sif pursed his lips, took out his wand and used the self-taught medical spell to check Harry's body. The soft white light showed that the child was in good health.

However, when he looked at Harry's stiff body and the sadness that occasionally burst out of his eyes, he had an incredible guess in his mind, but he didn't say anything and just kept it silently in his mind.

"Harry is in good health, but the magic riot has made him a little weak... Just give him an appropriate amount of potion as St. Mungo's doctor said..." Sev withdrew his wand and said to the worried Petunia.

Petunia breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, "Thank God, it's okay."

Harry lowered his head with a complicated expression. There were memories of the past few years in his mind, a warm childhood life that was completely different from his previous life, which made him feel a little dazed.

Maybe, what happened in the previous life was just a dream he had, and...

Harry scratched his forehead with his little hand. There was no scar there that had been with him for more than ten years, and he no longer lived in the cupboard.

Petunia and Sev discussed the potion to use, and then started talking about Harry's performance in kindergarten.

"When the children were young, were magic riots frequent?" Penny said this while chatting.

Sif didn't know very clearly, but he knew that if the little wizard's magic power was not channeled properly, he would become an Obscurus.

"Why is there no kindergarten or elementary school for children in the wizarding world? If something like this happens next time, wouldn't it be better to have a teacher present to handle it?" Petunia curled her lips and complained. She really didn't understand.

Silver didn't quite understand why the Ministry of Magic didn't set up a kindergarten, and he heard from Lucius that his child protection agency hadn't been approved yet, but it was already being prepared.

When Petunia was talking enthusiastically, Dudley, who was watching cartoons obediently, came over, hugged her legs and started talking sweetly.

"Mommy, I'm hungry. I want to eat strawberry tarts, waffles, and grilled sausages..." He clapped his fingers and drooled, and everyone looked at him with such a greedy look.

With a wave of his hand, Vernon picked up Dudley and weighed it in his arms. The child immediately burst out laughing.

Upon seeing this, Penny invited the two of them to the restaurant for dinner.

Sifu thought it would be idle to go back, so he agreed.

Harry was trembling with fear after finishing the meal, especially when Snape asked him if he felt uncomfortable, he could feel a murderous aura.

Ahhhh, it’s so difficult.

Harry shed tears in his heart. Why did his professor get together with a person who looked like Voldemort?

Oh, no, Snape never went to Hogwarts to teach Potions in this life, and there were more teachers at Hogwarts, but it still felt weird!

Harry's mind was wandering, and he unconsciously stuffed the chili peppers on the plate into his mouth, and drank cold water in an instant.

Tom's lips trembled, and finally he smiled.

Why should he care about a child when he has nothing to do? And a real five-year-old.

not to mention…

Tom's eyes fell on the young man who was concentrating on eating, and he frowned slightly but quickly relaxed. Whether it was an old relationship with Sif or a simple liking, he wanted to nip it in the bud.

The sky darkened outside the window, but the streets were still very noisy.

They didn't order drinks because there were kids at the table, but even so they chatted for quite a while.

By the time we finished eating, it was already nine o'clock, and the bright lights on the street illuminated the way home.

"Principal Dumbledore, hey, Snee...it's good to be alive...Sirius..." Harry had long been defeated by his biological clock, and was sleeping soundly on Vernon's shoulder, smiling as if he had some sweet dream.

Harry's voice was muffled and no one could hear what he was saying.

Petunia wrapped a coat around Dudley while Vernon piled Harry into the car.

"Goodbye."

Petunia waved from the passenger seat and Vernon just nodded at them since he was driving.

It wasn't until the car turned the corner and disappeared completely that Sifu stepped away.

The moon is very round, and you can smell the fragrance of cherry blossoms when the wind blows.

As Sev and Tom walked along the noisy streets, they had a sense of tranquility.

Tom took the soda from Sif, and the cold touch made him squint his eyes.

"Sev, I mean...if I grow up again, will you drive me away..." Tom had a vague feeling that his body was very close to growing up again.

Sifu looked at him doubtfully and said, "You are also part of my family when you grow up. When you get married and start a business, you will leave on your own. I don't need to rush you..." He took a sip of soda and told the truth, "When the time comes, you will leave." Just don't bother me. With a girlfriend, I can't be a light bulb..."

"I won't have a girlfriend..."

"what?"

"nothing."

The two chatted, and Tom thought about the topic, and finally talked about house elves in the wizarding world.

"Oh, house elf. Although it is an alchemical product, it is really useful. A creature that can apparate in Hogwarts, and is 100% loyal to its master..." Sif thought about Hogwarts. The school's house elf thought that with such powerful bugs, why wouldn't wizards in the magical world use them to do great things?

If he had been dressed as Voldemort, he would have asked the house elves to bring down the Ministry of Magic, destroy Hogwarts and capture Dumbledore alive.

Anyway, if wizards and house elves were one-on-one, except for a few particularly powerful wizards, the house elves would definitely win. Even if the house elves couldn't hurt the wizards, then surely they could be tied up and captured alive, right? I don’t know what Voldemort thinks, so good bugs are not needed.

And as a noble with a history of thousands of years, Lucius and his gang have a huge number of house elves, not to mention the wild elves wandering outside. They just need to sit at home and chat, and then send the house elves to kill them. With a threatening target, the fruits of victory can be easily obtained.

Maybe it was an unwritten rule among wizards, but none of them had ever used house elves to participate in a war.

"You said that house elves can apparate in Hogwarts?" The smile on Tom's face froze, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

You must know that Hogwarts has set up an anti-Apparition spell. If the house elf can disapparate under that situation, wouldn't the things he hides in the cave be very dangerous?

He brought the house elves from the Black family with him. Why didn't he know about this?

Only then did Sif realize the information revealed in his words. He waved his hand quickly, "Maybe I remembered it wrong, and there are so many house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen. I may have confused them..."

Tom said in doubt, and would inform Lucius tomorrow to investigate this matter, and count the number of house elves by the way. Anyway, werewolves and giants were under his command, so multiple house elves were not impossible.

Tom had only regarded house elves as free and neurotic servants before. He had always ignored magical and alchemical items, but if they were really as powerful as Sif said, they were all his subordinates.

Perhaps it was because Tom had been silent for too long, so Sif glanced sideways at him, and under the moonlight, there was a vague feeling of familiarity.

"Tom, are you okay?" Weird emotions welled up in Sif's heart.

They had already entered the community, and the surroundings became very quiet. There were only two figures in the cobblestone path.

Tom was not annoyed at being interrupted from his thoughts.

He naturally took Sev's hand and answered with a smile, "Sev, I'm fine. It's a pity that no one noticed such a powerful house elf..."

Sifu shook his clenched hand, but did not break away.

"Okay, it's too hot. You are an adult now. Let go." The clasped hands soon started to sweat, and the summer heat made sweat break out on his forehead.

Tom looked at him aggrievedly and had to let go of his hand. One second he said he would always be family, and the next second he told his family to let go.

But Tom's little care soon went away, because Sif took the initiative to hold his hand.

Oh, Merlin, he has merged most of his soul, why would he still have such childish ideas? Tom complained in his heart, but still squeezed the warm hands happily.

"You are no longer a five-year-old child. You are afraid of walking at night... You have to go by yourself next time..." Sifu said with a smile in his eyes.

Tom didn't answer, just held hands and went home.

Suddenly fog filled the window, the bright moonlight was blocked, and the road became pitch black.

After the two of them had washed up, and were about to go back to their rooms to sleep, Tom suddenly called Sif.

"What's wrong?" Sif looked at him confused.

Tom pursed his lips and said nothing, pulled his collar and stood on tiptoes, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Sev, you forgot to kiss me good night." Tom pointed to his forehead and said dissatisfied, "You used to kiss me when you went to bed. Don't you like me when you see Harry?"

Silver stared at Tom's handsome face in shock, and laughed out loud when he heard what he said.

"Tom, you are no longer a five-year-old child. You can't just take care of your relatives outside. You will be considered a gangster." Sif rubbed Tom's black hair and reminded with a chuckle.

A good night kiss is a way of expressing affection and care, or a blessing and love for those close to you.

It just so happened that he, Tom, lacked the most love and care. Even though he had lived under Sev's care for several years, now this habit suddenly disappeared, and he was very dissatisfied.

Sifu was stared at by Tom's persistent eyes. He sighed helplessly. How could he explain to Tom the difference between older children and younger children? Aren't you afraid of becoming a Gebaonan in the future?

Looking for some teenage books for Tom to read? Forget it, let’s read popular science books first.

With this thought in mind, he quickly kissed Tom on the forehead, and his perfunctory attitude made Tom's face darken.

"Okay, good night Tom, have a sweet dream." Sev pushed Tom into the room and helped close the door.

When Tom was the only one left in the room, his innocent eyes became sharp, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed his forehead.

It's not enough. It's not enough.

Sifu lay on the soft bed, said good night to the basilisk on the pothos, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Harry was greatly frightened today. He was curled up on the bed with a photo of his parents in his hands. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, as if he was afraid of waking up from this relatively beautiful dream.

Merlin's sake, his godfather is not dead, Dumbledore is not dead, and even Snape is not dead. Those who have left him have all returned to him in another way.

"Harry Potter...you are the savior, you must be obedient."

"Harry, you cannot be weak, you must be strong. Only you can defeat Voldemort..."

"Harry!"

"Harry!!"

"Harry Potter is dead! Haha, we won!"

Countless voices sounded in his head, and Harry bit the quilt in pain. He didn't want to be a savior, he just wanted a warm home and a family who cared about him.

The sun in London is always misty, and the sky is white, indicating that it is dawn.

The number of pedestrians on the quiet street gradually increased, and the vendors selling goods shouted energetically.

Tom got up early and was making breakfast in the kitchen. He still used the Muggle way he hated most in the past. He did not use a wand to cast spells, but followed Sif's instructions.

When the young man got up and saw a table full of breakfast, he looked very surprised and praised Tom's cooking skills while eating.

Tom smiled shyly, took out a knife and spread some strawberry jam on the bread.

The basilisk and Nagini, who had eaten a lot of mushy egg bread, were lying on the sofa watching TV. They were also lucky enough to eat the breakfast cooked by Tom.

"Do you have any plans today?" Tom asked Sif with a smile. If not, he still wanted to go to the beach.

Xifu frowned and thought for a moment, and found that it was indeed the case.

"Let's go to Harry's place again in the afternoon. I'll pick out some wizarding books for him."

Tom's gentle eyes became sharp, and a cold light flashed in his red eyes, "Okay, I like Harry Potter the most."