HP solves the mystery

What Harry thought was indeed correct, but he could always see Dumbledore in this life, and the mysterious feeling in his previous life had disappeared a lot.

"Harry, would you like to meet your parents with me?" Dumbledore, wearing a neat gray suit, asked with a kind face.

In fact, it was to go to Godric's Hollow to visit the grave, so that Harry could remember his grudge against Voldemort and not be led astray by someone with malicious intentions.

Of course, this was not a temporary decision made by Dumbledore. He had been discussing it with McGonagall since he received the news about Snape's magic riot.

Harry glanced at him quickly, nodded in agreement, and continued playing with the toys.

What went wrong? Harry's scalp was itchy. Did Dumbledore need to plan ahead? No, that's impossible, he's only six years old now.

Petunia was both respectful and afraid of Dumbledore. Her lips moved a few times, but she still did not reject Dumbledore's decision.

Silver had no idea that Dumbledore was already kidnapping the Savior. He was holding a knife and fork in his hand, cutting the steak with lingering fear.

Red wine, flowers, candlelight and lyrical music...

It would have been more atmospheric if Draco and the two snakes weren't around the table.

Tom glanced at Draco who was enjoying his meal, and regretted not letting Lucius take him back.

"Sev, does it still taste good to you? I learned it from the Internet." He fixed his gaze on the missing beef brisket stewed in red wine in front of Sif and asked with a chuckle.

Silver thought about what new trick Tom was going to play, and looked at the fork in his hand with embarrassment.

"It's delicious, Tom. Your cooking skills have improved again." To prove that he really likes to eat, he took a spoonful of beef brisket soup and drank it, and a hint of pink immediately appeared on his fair face.

After Sif returned from Hogsmeade, Tom could feel his alienation from him. Although it was not shown on his face, he must have known something from the disappearing goodnight kiss.

"As long as you like it." Tom was quite satisfied with the answer and pointed to the white wine-baked chicken aside for him to try.

Sif started to eat the chicken breast full of cheese, and as a result, his whole head was dizzy after eating the meal.

Draco could only finish the children's meal reluctantly, sniffing and eating the fruit.

While looking up information in the study, Tom found that Sif had been very quiet, and Dobby did not bring him the snacks he always had after meals.

Tom approached Sev, tapped his hand on his desk, and saw him looking at him obediently.

"Sev."

"Ok?"

Tom's red eyes flashed, and his slender fingers touched his cheek.

"Kiss goodnight, Sev."

Hearing this, Sev raised his hand to poke Tom's handsome face, but his wrist was grabbed, and his whole hand covered his face.

"Tom, you are so beautiful." Sif felt the delicate touch on his fingertips, and was dazzled by the delicate and handsome face of young Tom at close range. Coupled with the wine in the dinner, his dizzy brain made him move a little sluggishly.

You must know that Tom hates others judging his face, but his handsome face does bring him a lot of convenience.

"Okay, goodnight kiss." Sif vomited a burp that smelled of alcohol, pursed his lips and kissed the other cheek, his dark eyes brightened for a moment and then fell into confusion.

"You still owe me a lot of kisses, Sev."

Tom rubbed his face against Sev's hand. The calluses on it from cutting the herbs made him itchy.

"Really? Then I'll give you a few more kisses." Silver muttered after hearing this, and kissed Tom's forehead and both cheeks hard several times, "Is that okay now, Tom?"

"Tom, you are not Draco. He is only six years old and will not ask for a goodnight kiss. You have to set an example for him." Sev didn't forget to complain a few words. He was particularly bold in his drunken state.

Tom was speechless, but he made a mental note to Draco.

Sifu looked at the handsome Tom and nodded with satisfaction. It was so eye-catching.

Maybe he would be happier if his true identity was not Voldemort.

Thinking of this, most of his drunkenness disappeared. He half-closed his eyes, covered his mouth and yawned.

Although the place of kiss was not where he wanted, Tom looked at the lazy and careless Sif and understood the reason why this person rarely drank.

Tom smiled, and the deep features made Sif lose his mind again.

"Tom, you are a magical creature, you should have inherited memories, right? What is your name?" Sif took a sip of tea and asked the question that had troubled him for several days through his drunkenness, "What is your first and last name? What is it?"

Tom was stunned when he heard Sif's words, and returned to normal in a few breaths.

"Sev, you really want to know? I thought you weren't curious." His eyes flashed, and the smile on his lips deepened, "My name is, Tom Marvolo Riddle."

He spoke very slowly, with clear enunciation and a somewhat drawn-out tone, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would not be able to remember.

Sev was taken aback by the undisguised arrogance in Tom's eyes. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally forming his words.

"Okay, now I know... Tom Marvolo Riddle..." He repeated vaguely, covered his mouth and yawned again, "It's a good name."

Tom was delighted at the compliment, and the smile on his face grew wider. He wondered about Sev's shocked expression when he went to look up the name.

He may not know that Sif already knew his true identity thanks to the information he revealed.

But even if he knew, it wouldn't be a big deal. This was the result Tom wanted.

He thought about it, reached out and grabbed Sifu's collar and pulled it forward. A kiss with a faint smell of red wine fell on the corner of Sifu's lips, and the cold lips left at the touch.

Before Silver could react, Tom let go of his hand.

"Sev, remember my name."

After he finished speaking, he kissed her a few more times and walked out of the study with a chuckle.

The door clicked shut, and Sev was alone in the room.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and what came to his mind was Tom's possessive eyes. He didn't even care about being kissed, he was just thinking about what Voldemort was going to do.

Is it a new way to torture people? Silver's whole body trembled when he thought of this. His not-so-rich life experience told him that he couldn't defeat Voldemort.

Sif glanced at the wall clock and found that it was still early. He took out his wand and quietly cast an anti-eavesdropping charm before using an electric arc to contact Zhang Mingyuan.

Since he can't figure it out, ask foreign aid for help.

Tom is playing with a wand in the bedroom. If Sif were here, he would definitely find that this wand is very similar to the one Tom bought in Diagon Alley.

Nagini looked at the bright desk lamp and yawned boredly.

[Tom, when do we go back to the manor? 】Speaking of it, it has been in this small house for three years, and it begins to miss the big house.

[It will be done soon Nagini, good girl, just wait. ] Tom answered patiently, he almost ran out of patience to continue acting.

Moreover, he has obtained the blood of the descendants of the Gaunt family in the United States, and he has also obtained the blood stored in the manor. Once the rare alchemy materials collected by his subordinates are obtained, he can fuse the last Horcrux and open the secret chamber of the Gaunt family.

Tom carefully stroked the wand in his hand. He enjoyed life with Sev, but he knew that ordinary life was not suitable for him.

The two people living under the same roof have their own secrets, and the only ones who are comfortable are the two snakes.

On the other side, Harry, after paying homage to his parents, boarded Azkaban with the enthusiastic help of Dumbledore. The Auror guarded by the Ministry of Magic welcomed them expressionlessly and drove away the dementors with his patronus. Go a little further.

"You shouldn't have brought Harry up." Moody rolled his magic eyes and stood in front with his crutches.

Dumbledore whispered a few words to him. Seeing him shake his head, the kind smile on his face dimmed a lot.

"Moody, this is Harry. Harry Potter is Sirius's godson." Dumbledore patted Moody's arm. "Harry, this is the most powerful Auror in the Ministry of Magic. You can call him Mr. Moody."

Moody twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this, but because he hadn't smiled for a long time, his face looked a little weird.

"Hello, Mr. Potter." Moody stared at Harry with his normal eyes, and his blue magic eyes moved around in his eye sockets, looking at everything around him.

Harry's hands tightly grasped Dumbledore's big hand, and he looked at the cold, dark rocks and the woods with only tree trunks around him in horror. When he saw Moody's strange appearance, he even pulled Dumbledore's trouser legs. Draw back.

"Hello, Mr. Moody." Harry's voice trembled slightly, as if he was about to cry.

Harry was actually about to cry, so happy and excited.

In order to protect them in his previous life, Moody was killed by the Death Eaters. Only the demon eye remained after Umbridge showed it to him. They could only build a cenotaph for him.

Moody nodded slightly, turned his head and cast a questioning look at Dumbledore, telling you not to bring the child, now it's better, you're scared to cry.

Dumbledore sighed and rubbed the top of Harry's hair before leading him into Azkaban's cell.

Harry sniffed, he could see his young godfather, but thinking about the reason why Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, he felt happy and worried at the same time.

Not to mention the joy of Harry's successful meeting with the Black Dog Godfather, Bella's face was full of enthusiasm when she received the signal from Lucius to start executing the plan. Rodolphus was afraid that she would die of excitement.

"Calm down Bella, the Xipam Liuli is still on the way." Rodolphus stopped his wife who was about to rush out the door to look for Lucius, and said calmly, "Lord said he has not yet been exposed."

Bella could only flip her hair tactically, sit back on the chair and continue drinking tea.

"You are just too careful, otherwise you would have been responsible for going to Germany." Bella raised her little finger to pour a cup of green tea for her husband, and glanced at the person opposite with a hint of intent.

"It's the same with my in-depth knowledge of the Muggle world in London, and haven't you also seen it, that atomic bomb or something, something that killed hundreds of thousands of people, if we also have..." Rodolphus took a sip of tea and said slowly. explained, "That is something more terrifying than the most vicious spell in the wizarding world. Muggles are becoming more and more terrifying. They don't need protection."

Bella learned about the technological development of the Muggle world when the lord gave the order to learn Muggle knowledge, but she still said stubbornly, "So what? We wizards are not bad either!"

Rodolphus winked at Bella after hearing this and had to tell a fact.

"The number of wizards is small...look at the number of Muggles..."

Bella pursed her lips and stopped talking. She and Rodolphus had not had a child for so many years. Although it was difficult for pure-bloods to give birth, they had been checked at St. Mungo's and Muggle hospitals, and the results were that they were both in good health. , nothing wrong with it.

Rodolphus regretted it after saying this. He knew his wife's eagerness to have a child. After all, except for those who were imprisoned in Azkaban, most of the Black family were married and had children.

"Don't worry, take your time, we have a long time." Rodolphus didn't dare to say anything with his brother around anymore. The last time he said this, Bella kicked him out of bed.

Bella glanced at her husband and said nothing, but quickly pulled out his hair and put it into the pendant she carried with her.

"Why are you pulling out my hair?" Rodolphus rubbed his head and looked at her sadly. He didn't think Bella would do anything bad with his hair.

Bella held her husband's hand tightly and said affectionately, "Rose, I want to try Polyjuice Potion again..."

Rodolphus's face turned green when he heard this, and the next moment his body was immobilized by Bella, and he was pulled into the bedroom like a kite.

Compared with the happy Bellas, Lucius was miserable after his vacation in the United States.

The day before he was about to leave the United States, he was brought to Congress by American Aurors. The reason turned out to be that he had spent too much money in the United States.

"Oh, Merlin, I really just bought some customs carry-on items. Didn't you all check them?"

"Wand license? You already have it in your hand and why are you asking me?"

"What? You want to detain my potion ingredients? I just bought a fire dragon!"

No matter how Lucius explained it, the Auror of the Magical Congress had a cold face, and it seemed that he even wanted to take apart his wand and take a look.

In this way, Lucius was forced to stay in the prison for most of the day. When he was almost bored to death, the Auror released him again.

After he walked out of the gate of the Congress, breathing the fresh air outside, he got into a stretched Lincoln.

"Oh, I know you, you are Cynthia's cousin!" Lucius looked at the middle-aged man with light brown hair and finally understood the reason why he was released.

The middle-aged man smiled, took out a box of cigars and handed it over.

"I received a call from Cynthia at noon, and I rushed here after learning the cause of the matter." After he finished speaking, he blew out a smoke ring and gave Lucius a strange look, "I didn't expect that you were the one who bought the fire dragon. .”

Although the ordinary fire dragon is expensive, it will not attract the attention of the Magic Congress, but this guy bought a mutated black fire dragon, and he planned to take it back to the UK alive.

"Huh? Is there a problem?" Lucius pinched his eyebrows. The fire dragon was bought for Draco to play with, and it was also a good storehouse of medicinal materials.

The middle-aged man laughed and shook his head. This may be the difference between people, but he still reminded him.

"Watch out Salem."

Lucius immediately became serious and nodded heavily.