HP solves the mystery

Sifu returned home in the dark. He was not as careful as he was when he went out. When he came back, he went straight to the front door.

He flicked on the light in the living room and was startled by the person sitting on the sofa.

"Tom?" Silver called uncertainly.

The figure with its back to him stood up when he heard the voice, and emerged from the shadows to reveal his true appearance.

"Sev, where have you been?"

The young man had jet-black hair and a tall figure. His slender fingers were caressing Nagini. His tone was relaxed but there was a hint of danger in his red eyes.

Sifu was inexplicably nervous, worried and thought that he was going to do something serious, and then he regained his composure.

He smiled and raised the bag of burgers in his hand.

Oh my god, thanks to Merlin, the burger joint they found was open 24 hours.

"Helpo is hungry, we went out for a late night snack. I brought this back for you." He glanced at Tom, who looked unhappy, and pursed his lips and said, "But adding Nagini's portion may not be enough. "

Tom tilted his head and looked at Sev, trying to read something on his face, but found nothing.

"Okay Sev, thank you." Tom smiled and took the burger, letting it float into the kitchen in front of Sev.

Sif blinked, and the hand touching Haierbo's head trembled slightly.

"Your magic has improved again. It's really amazing." He praised, trying to ease the embarrassment, and then pretended to be relaxed and walked towards the potion room. "I'll get you some potions to stabilize your magic. Your magic is a bit... Restless.”

Tom hummed slightly and watched Sif walk away.

The living room was quiet for a while.

[Tom, can I eat that burger? 】

Nagini circled Tom's arm, staring at the kitchen and drooling.

Following Tom's soft response, Nagini cheered and swam towards the kitchen.

After entering the potion room, Sif's tense shoulders relaxed. He knew that Tom was sometimes very imposing, but the pressure just now was so strong that he thought he saw Dumbledore.

But thinking about Nagini's unusual closeness to Tom, Silver murmured in his heart.

Combining what he saw at the manor and the rumored Dark Lord, Tom actually looked quite similar to him.

You must know that they all have black hair and red eyes, are accompanied by a snake, and can all speak snake language.

only……

Sif's hand holding the potion paused. Could he really be sure that the person in front of him was Voldemort?

He thought of Lucius's surprised expression when he saw Tom. Looking at it now, it must have been fright.

Lucius said that he was indeed frightened. After all, anyone would be extremely surprised to see Voldemort, who should have disappeared long ago, appearing in a friend's house, and that he was still a living baby.

While Sifu was in a daze, a slender white hand held the potion that was about to escape, and he thoughtfully picked out a few more potions.

"Sev, why are you so careless?"

Tom's voice sounded next to him with a chuckle.

Sifu's breathing was stagnant, and his mind was running wildly.

"I'm thinking about which ones are newly made, so that the medicine will be more effective." He said softly, pretending to pick up the medicine and look at it again and again.

Satisfied that his poor lie had been exposed, Tom opened the potion and drank it.

"Sev, when will you be able to brew a fruit-flavored potion?" Tom frowned and swallowed another tube of potion, complaining softly.

Silver was a little short of breath when he heard this. It was difficult to fix this. Changing the taste without changing the effect of the potion. If it could be done, the potion would have had those flavors hundreds of years ago.

"Humph, if you like it, I'll make you some chili-flavored one next time." He temporarily forgot about the panic in his heart, leaving only the naughty child's resentment about the potion not tasting good.

Tom looked at Sif who had returned to his previous attitude, and was curious whether he had discovered the manor, or whether he had discovered the secrets inside.

The two were silent for a while, but Sifu couldn't stand it anymore. He said good night and went to bed. Too many things happened tonight.

Tom didn't ask anything, just watched him leave, turned around and went into the house to sleep.

Even if you are discovered, it doesn't matter. Don't panic, the days are still long.

A gentle smile appeared on Tom's lips, and he thought about giving the elixir to Silver to try first.

Draco woke up from a nightmare. He seemed to have seen Voldemort yesterday, but what he saw when he opened his eyes was the familiar sky shield, and his dragon doll was beside him. Only then did his racing heart calm down.

He was changing his clothes absentmindedly, so he ignored Dobby's hesitation.

After he finished washing up under Dobby's service, he saw the tall and tall young man when he went out. His handsome appearance dazzled him.

Tom looked at Draco who was in a daze, feeling better after the frustration of being ignored by Sev in the morning.

Sif looked at Tom who was going to the potion room to study elixirs as usual, and he was obviously relieved.

After last night, the young man seemed not to hide his aura.

In the potion room, Tom squeezed the small blue bottle in his hand and took out the small green bottle in his bag. He made a decision in a few breaths.

The Luciuses were still in the United States and had not returned to London. They seemed to have fallen in love with it, and they even talked to Draco less often.

Draco, who had watched the cartoon with Nagini, jumped off the sofa and came to Sif coquettishly, expressing his desire to go out for a walk.

Sif looked at Little Doudin's longing eyes, and he patted his forehead, finally remembering that there was something he had forgotten, and that was Harry Potter who lived at his aunt's house.

He glanced in the direction of the potion room and furrowed his brows.

If Tom was Voldemort, well, he knew this guess was unreliable, but what if? Isn't Harry just sending the sheep into the tiger's mouth?

"Is that okay? Uncle Snape, Xiaolong wants to go out and play." Seeing Sif frowning, Draco couldn't help but pull his sleeves and blinked at him with big eyes.

Sev looked at Draco, the naughty boy, and his head hurt even more when he remembered that these two were still reborn.

"Where do you want to play?" He glanced out the window. It was a rare sunny day.

Draco's eyes widened. He didn't expect his godfather to agree so easily.

"I want to go to an amusement park, ride a roller coaster, and ride a big pendulum!" He gestured with his short hands, wanting to experience the fun of a Muggle paradise. He didn't know how it was different from the activities of wizards.

Xifu gave him a confused look. The five- or six-year-old child was only one meter tall. Even if he agreed, the staff would not let him in.

Draco looked at his godfather expectantly, and the dragon doll in his arms was wrinkled by him. You must know that he has been here for more than half a month and has not gone out even once.

While Sifu was hesitating, the phone rang suddenly.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Penny's roar came from the receiver.

"Dudley stop, that's bones not bread!"

"Wait, don't move, Harry, stop, there's a lawnmower in the garden!"

After a while of panic, Penny was finally able to talk to Sev calmly.

"Hi, Sev, I'm sorry, there was a little accident." Penny apologized sincerely. She didn't expect that the two children who were playing with building blocks just now suddenly started to make a fuss.

Sifu pinched his eyebrows, it was indeed quite noisy over there.

"It's okay Penny, why are you calling?" He asked doubtfully.

Petunia watched Harry from the corner of her eye, and he hesitated and ran upstairs again.

"Harry's been a little weird lately." She wrapped her fingers around the phone cord, looking very nervous. "Last night, he suddenly asked me where the little soldier in the cupboard - the little soldier with the missing leg... But but …”

Sev felt Penny's rapid breathing and just listened quietly.

"what happened?"

"He described it in detail, but I have never bought them any war chess pieces...and his magic riots have been quite frequent recently, and the team from the Ministry of Magic has become familiar with us...Fortunately, they didn't think we abused Harry. …”

Sev thought it might be the sequelae of Harry's soul and body not being integrated well after he was reborn, but it had been several months, so why did it happen so suddenly.

"Did this happen in the past month?" he asked quickly.

Petunia was stunned and quickly answered, "No, it happened a few times around Halloween last year. I was busy at work and didn't pay attention... Vernon told me..."

Sif didn't know Penny's embarrassment, he touched his chin thoughtfully, something was a little unusual.

"The accidental team is here, Penny will be fine." He could only comfort her like this.

"I hope so." Penny sighed.

The two chatted briefly and then hung up the phone.

"Sev, should we go over there and take a look?"

Tom, who came out from nowhere, stood beside him, and little Draco could only be squeezed into a corner.

The voice coming from the microphone was very clear, and Tom could hear it clearly. Coupled with Sifu's unusual concern for the child, he just asked this question.

When Sifu heard this voice, he turned his head suddenly like a frightened kitten. He made a clicking sound because of too much force, and he frowned in pain.

"Ho, hiss, Tom, I seem to have... twisted my neck..." His face was a little hot, especially under Draco's doubtful eyes, which made his face even redder.

Tom removed Sif's hand covering his neck, stretched out his fingers to touch it, and heard a sound of inhalation in his ears.

"Don't, don't touch there, it hurts..."

Sev's eyes were slightly red, he had never been so embarrassed.

A smile flashed in Tom's eyes. He nodded and said seriously, "It's not a big problem. I'll try it with the newly learned medical spell." As he said that, he took out his wand and pointed it at Sif's neck. Chant a mantra.

Sifu trembled at the slightly cold tip of the staff and wanted to run away immediately, but he endured it.

The wand emits a burst of white light, and Sif's neck can finally look forward.

"I can do it myself." Sifu rubbed his neck in discomfort and muttered softly.

Tom smiled helplessly and continued the topic.

Draco, who was peeking from the side, was already dumbfounded. That wand looked so familiar...

He tried to think back, and finally thought of the enemy he had fought with for seven years in his previous life - Harry Potter. That man seemed to have this wand in his hand, right?

Draco quickly sat back on the sofa, holding his chin and looking solemn. If this wand has an owner now, what will Harry do then?

Sif really didn't know the specialness of this wand. Although he was in the wand shop at the time, his mind had already been on traveling to China, and he didn't even hear what Ollivander said.

As a result, he missed a key piece of information.

Perhaps it should be due to Voldemort's tolerant policy after 1977, which not only increased the number of jobs but also provided a stable living environment, leading to a surge in the number of young wizards during this period.

Except for the Black family and the Weasley family, which are still functioning as usual, ordinary wizarding families have one or two children, so that they will not wither.

It is worth mentioning that Barty Jr. and Andre resigned from Hogwarts and returned home because they wanted to go home to raise their children.

Judging from the fact that they both went to him to order the fertility potion behind each other's backs, Sifu was afraid that both of them had it.

Humph, everyone really has eight hundred opinions! Sifu thought as he looked through the letter sent by Andre.

Tom did know that Sif had a fascination with cubs, especially fluffy cubs. He knew this well when he was a cat.

"So, are we still going to Cokeworth?" Tom interrupted the battle of wits between Silver and the pen, and revealed the itinerary confirmed yesterday.

Sifu nodded slightly, and after writing the last blessing, he picked up the water glass to moisten his dry lips.

Sev's shoulders slumped. It was so embarrassing that Andre wanted him to be the godfather of his unborn child.

"Let's go," he said hesitantly, looking around the living room, "Where's Draco? We didn't agree to go together."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to Draco's room opened.

The short figure wore a small suit. His soft platinum blond hair was fixed on his head with hairspray to create a handsome look. His baby-fat little face was even more radiant.

Silver suspected that he had drank the glory potion, otherwise how could he be so shining?

"Oh, dear Uncle Snape and Uncle Tom, am I handsome today?" Draco listened to his father's aria, leaning against the door frame and tapping his polished leather shoes against the floor.

Sev turned his head without saying anything, and his eyes indicated to Tom whether it was his idea.

Tom shook his head innocently, he just told Draco to make a new friend, who knew he would be so cruel.

As the two looked at each other, Draco carried the small bag that Dobby had packed and walked out of the door in high spirits, urging them to hurry up.

Sev and Tom could only rush to keep up. Did this little kid get some chicken blood?

In order to take care of Draco as a child, they slowed down their trip and also went to the coffee shop to bring some new products.

Draco drank a lot of milk tea, and his accusing eyes fell on Tom. He had previously said that milk tea did not taste good and was not suitable for children.

As a result, he always smelled the sweet fragrance and watched his godfather enjoy it eagerly.

"What's wrong with Draco?" Sev asked Tom as he glanced at Draco, who was looking at them with aggrieved eyes in the rearview mirror.

Tom pinched a mint and stuffed it into his mouth, and said calmly, "Maybe he was too happy to meet new friends."

Sifu nodded when he heard this. I wonder what sparks will come out when the two of them meet?

Think a little excited.

In the villa at No. 4 Privet Drive, Harry squatted in the bedroom wardrobe.

He touched his grandparents in the portrait with his little hands, feeling depressed again.