HP solves the mystery

In the potion room, Sif was afraid that something might happen to Tom while he was developing a potion that combined Chinese and Western medicine, so he stayed nearby and observed.

Tom's skill in brewing potions impressed Sif. I don't know when this boy grew up to be very good.

"It's all thanks to Sev's teachings." Tom noticed Sev's melancholy, the gentle smile on his face, and his hand was not slow in cutting the potion ingredients.

Sifu touched his nose in shame. What could he teach? It’s not just the young man himself who is smart.

"By the way, the daughter of Zhang Mingyuan's family - Zhang Yuning, she was assigned to Ravenclaw." He talked about other things and was a little surprised that his daughter was assigned to Ravenclaw. He thought he would be assigned to Ravenclaw. Where's Chipachi?

Tom thought of the Chinese girl who had read the tome when she was a child. Now that she has gone to Hogwarts, she is afraid that she will have to live in the library.

"The Daily Prophet said that the number of young wizards in Hogwarts is now two and a half times more than three years ago. However, the school has more than twenty professors, so they should be able to teach them, right?" Silver didn't I have been a teacher, but I know that when there are more students, the teacher's burden becomes heavier.

Tom thought about the chaos when he was in school and those old stubborns. The little wizard shouldn't be too happy at this time.

"No problem, haven't there been 13 teachers who have taught for hundreds of years before?" Tom threw a Scapin Revealing Charm at the crucible, and then poured the sticky potion into the prepared mold, planning to Wait for it to cool before using.

Sifu then thought about it and realized that this was also the case.

The two chatted, and the first batch of pills was quickly prepared.

"What is the effect of this?" Sifu pinched a dark pill and smelled it, and his nose was filled with a sweet smell.

He saw Tom add honey to it.

"I don't know, but Zhang Guozhi said that this is a must-have for men, and it seems to be called Zhuang - aphrodisiac pills," Tom read out in Chinese while looking at the ancient book. He raised his head and looked at Sifu inquiringly, "What does this mean? Does it mean strengthening the body and replenishing the sun?"

He understood the words separately, but he could only understand them slightly when put together.

Sifu held the pill in his hand and gave up the idea of ​​trying it.

He took the book in Tom's hand and flipped through it, and found that only this aphrodisiac pill was out of the ordinary, and the rest were ordinary elixirs.

"Well, you can understand it this way. Haha, in short, when you grow up, you will know the function of this," Silver said to him, took the pills from Tom's hand, and tore out the page Paper.

Tom looked at Sifu, whose cheeks were slightly red, and seemed to understand the function of the pill. Could it be that Zhang Guozhi had given him such a pill?

Under Tom's suspicious gaze, Sif fled from the potion room.

But Silver was also thinking about a question. As Tom, who is the most energetic at his age, how come he has never seen his pulse pulsate in the morning?

Could it be frigidity?

Silver shuddered and quickly shook the thought out of his mind. He couldn't doubt someone just because of a pill.

Since that incident, the basilisk has always paid attention to Tom. This kind of attention is different from when he was a cat cub. It contains precautions and scrutiny.

On a snowy night, Sev and Tom spent an ordinary Christmas at home.

The only difference may be that there is an extra Nagini celebrating his birthday this year.

In its words, celebrating two birthdays is too troublesome, why not just have them on the same day and have a big cake.

Sifu was speechless, what else could he do? I can only pamper her.

"Tom, do you want to put fireworks on your birthday?" Sif asked Tom while waving his wand to clean up the colorful ribbons and fireworks on the ground.

After being at home for several years, Tom's birthdays have always been very simple. After exchanging gifts and saying a few blessings, it's over.

Although he doesn't like celebrating birthdays, he knows that children always look forward to a birthday party.

Well, not counting Basilisk and Nagini, one lived for nearly a thousand years, and the other lived for decades.

After hearing this, Tom thought about it carefully and finally asked a fatal question.

"How old is my birthday?" If he is three years old according to the cat's age, thirteen years old according to his physical age, and thirteen years old according to his actual age...

Forget it, the gap is too big, ignore it.

Tom's question really confused Sif. It was really difficult to have a magical creature as a younger brother.

He pouted, but decided to just buy the cake and not write down his age.

In the new year, January 1985, Seaver noticed that Tom's sleeves were shorter.

"Have you grown taller, Tom?"

As he spoke, he took out a measuring tape and asked Tom to stand by the wall and measure his height.

"You've grown two inches taller! Maybe it won't be long before I have to stand on tiptoes to measure your height." Sif pursed his lips and smiled.

His height is only 178cm as in his previous life, which is completely insulated from 180cm. Maybe he should take a look at the height-enhancing pills and try to grow taller.

Tom looked at the eyelashes so close, and he had the urge to blow on them.

Just when he was about to take action, the basilisk appeared on his shoulder.

[Sifu, hiss, measure me too, I’ve grown up a lot too! 】The basilisk tried its best to climb on top of Tom's head, but was still dragged down.

Sif looked at the basilisk in embarrassment. Its true body was too big, and how could an ordinary measuring tape measure it?

"Okay, okay, you don't know how big your body is," Silver took the basilisk from Tom's hand and scratched its belly, "I'll let Ms. Brown bring you some mousse cake later. How about coming?"

The basilisk knew it was okay, and agreed with a wag of its head.

When Tom went downstairs to throw away the garbage, the basilisk quickly jumped to Sif's side, looked around alertly, and then approached Sif and spoke softly.

[Sev, when Tom went out earlier, I followed him worriedly...I saw him chatting with your peacock friend...]

Sif glanced at the basilisk in surprise. It would not have snitched before.

The basilisk grabbed a bunch of Sif's hair with its tail and tugged hard.

"It's normal for them to bump into each other. After all, the magic world is so big, and they got along well last time." He carefully protected his hair and said nonchalantly.

[But...it looks so weird...think about which cat kitten is born with a Parseltongue? And...the room where they were talking was set up with a lot of defensive spells and anti-eavesdropping charms...I don't want you to get hurt. 】The basilisk hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

Silver's heart suddenly softened, and he nodded the basilisk's head, "Aren't you still protecting me?"

But the seeds of doubt have been planted, and one day they will take root and grow into towering trees.

The basilisk hissed a few times, satisfied with Sif's trust in it.

But apparently it forgot a question, who would call a young man lord?

At night, the moonlight is like water.

Tom sat cross-legged on the carpet in the bedroom. He closed his eyes tightly and practiced the meditation he learned from Zhang Guozhi.

Amidst a tapping sound on the glass, he opened his eyes suddenly, opened the window and took off the letter from the owl's feet.

When he saw the content clearly, Tom's pupils shrank suddenly, and the letter in his hand was almost crushed by him.

There is actually a secret room underneath Gunter's old house! It's just that the descendant's blood and the locket are needed to open it, and the Gaunt family actually has blood in the world besides him.

Then his identity as the only descendant of Slytherin is...

Merlin, things have become more and more magical since he was reborn in the body of a cat, regained his sanity and started collecting soul pieces.

With a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" and three Deathly Hallows... Dumbledore must have collected them all soon...

After all, the invisibility cloak owned by the Potter family is an open secret among the nobles. No wonder the couple behaved so strangely when he went to the old Potter house...

Tom snapped his fingers, his red eyes became dark, and the letter was torn into pieces and then burned. He continued to meditate until no trace of its existence could be seen anymore.

The background of a pure-blood noble is that he was born at a bad time and missed a lot, and the methods of the noble can be imagined.

Once the descendants fail to live up to expectations, the secret information will be buried underground with the passing of the clan leader.

What surprises did Gunter's old house leave for him?

Perhaps Tom's resentment was too strong, so Lucius came to him the next day, even bringing a little tail with him.

"Oh, Severus, happy new year!" Lucius' expression froze when he saw Voldemort, and then he looked away and found a seat to sit down.

"Lucius, I remember that you haven't ordered potions recently..." Sif covered his mouth and yawned. He had just woken up from a nap, his brain was spinning a little slowly, and his slightly elongated voice sounded very lazy.

Tom stared at Lucius very unkindly. He just asked him to send someone to check the Gaunt family last night, but today he was harassed in front of him.

Tsk, it’s so annoying, and so is that little brat.

"Haha, isn't it that I miss you after not seeing each other for a long time?" Lucius chuckled. He could not maintain his usual calmness in front of Voldemort.

Sev glanced at the shiny platinum old boy, curled his lips in boredom, and moved his gaze to Draco, who was sitting obediently in a small suit next to him. He looked very much like Tom when he was a child.

Sif looked at Tom who was waving his wand and preparing tea with a look of disappointment, and received a confused look.

"I take it you're not just here to reminisce, right?" He took a sip of tea to refresh himself, interrupting Lucius's talk.

If he didn't tell him why, he would make Lucius's hair fall out.

Lucius' head felt cold, and he smiled and pushed Draco, who had been in a daze except for polite greetings.

"Narcissa and I are going to the United States for two months due to industry matters. We are worried about Draco staying at home alone, so we want to ask you to take care of him..."

Lucius tried not to look at Voldemort, whose eyes were getting colder and colder. He felt helpless. If it weren't for the fact that the Gaunt family still had blood in the United States, would he have run so far?

Lord, I have suffered for you. Isn’t it too much to help me take care of the child?

Tom turned away boredly, rejection written all over his body.

Sev pinched Draco's chubby cheeks and felt a little amused when he saw him looking at him blankly, "Have all the house elves in your Malfoy family been liberated? Aren't they safer than me?"

Sif couldn't afford to raise house elves, otherwise he would have to get a few. He felt that Lucius had not given up on him being Draco's potions teacher, so he tried every means to throw the child over.

After hearing the word house elf, Draco's fair little face finally changed his expression. He thought of the rebellious house elf - Dobby, and his mind was suddenly filled with unfriendly memories.

"I-I want to learn how to make potions with my godfather." Draco sniffed, his eye circles slightly red.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people in the room changed.

Lucius sighed sadly, my silly son, this is too straightforward.

Sif didn't care, it was normal for children to be mouthy.

"I'm sorry, Draco, I have other things to do, so I have to find another teacher." Sif smiled, pinched Draco's face again, and stuffed a pastry into him before speaking.

Draco's cheeks were bulging like a little hamster.

But no matter how cute he is, it can't change Sev's refusal. Since he last took care of Harry, his patience with children has also decreased a lot.

Lucius shrugged upon hearing this. In fact, the portrait at home did not agree with him sending Draco to Sev, but Voldemort was here!

And looking at Voldemort's attitude, maybe Draco's future godmother has been found.

The more Lucius thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case, and the eyes he looked at Sif became more pitiful, as if he saw him being raised by Voldemort in a woven gold cage.

Under Tom's dangerous eyes, the double-sided mirror on Lucius's waist rang.

He picked it up and looked at it, and when he saw it was Narcissa, he smiled immediately.

"Well, I'll go out first and take a call... Haha..." Lucius smiled and nodded towards Sif, completely forgetting that the wizard could cast an isolation spell, and went out on his own.

Draco finished a plate of pastries with unkind eyes, his stomach was full, and his father didn't come upstairs.

Sev and Tom looked at each other, feeling a bad feeling in their hearts.

Tom went downstairs with his wand to check, and tie him up if he was still there.

"Draco, can you contact your father?" Sif calmed down his inner irritability and asked Draco with a gentle smile.

Draco hugged his chubby self and shook his head blankly.

But I was screaming crazily in my heart, Dad, if you leave, take me with you. Are you really not afraid that your godfather will throw me out?

Sev looked at Tom who walked in, and when he saw him shaking his head, he knew what Lucius had planned.

He held his forehead helplessly, really afraid of what might happen.

In view of the tight control of Malfoy Manor, Sev did not dare to break in without invitation. In addition, Lucius and his wife might have closed the park and left for the United States, so he was in trouble.

"Do you have any contact with your Uncle Black?" Sif wanted to send people to Regulus, but Black Manor seemed to be...

Tom saw Sif's dilemma and helped him make a decision.

"Sev, leave him to me. I just happened to have successfully developed some elixirs." Tom smiled kindly, reaching out and carrying Draco to the potion room.

Sev looked at the fluttering Draco, and then thought about the old peacock who abandoned his son, and nodded slightly.

"Give him some digestion potion." He said with concern, then sighed and went to write a rant letter.

Before dinner, Sif received a reply. In addition to the galleons as labor reward, it also included a house elf.

"Oh, hello Mr. Snape, Dobby the house elf is at your service."