HP solves the mystery

"No wonder I feel different every time I see you." Silver knew that the Phoenix had the ability to be reborn from nirvana, but he didn't expect that just its tail feathers could also have this effect.

Tom held his chin and looked at Sif with a smile.

He never imagined that one day he would be confused by emotions.

"I once longed for immortality, so I performed black magic on the soul... It may have been successful at some point, but the result was a failure. My soul was torn apart... If I hadn't met you, I would never have discovered the importance of the soul. …”

Wizards in the magical world would not know that in a small shop on the streets of London, the great Dark Lord was drinking milk tea and talking about important secrets that affected him like an ordinary person.

"So, you and Haierbo's trip to the Forbidden Forest was actually premeditated."

"Yes, Slytherins don't do anything unprepared."

Tom felt that there was nothing to hide. His identity was there, and some things could be found out after a quick investigation.

"I thought that after you recovered, you would use Avatar on me, who has seen you at your worst." Sif took a bite of pastry and said jokingly.

Tom rubbed his wand, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he knew that this was something that might happen.

"I have thought about it." Tom sighed softly, "But I can't bear it."

Sifu was stunned, his heart felt as if it had been lightly scratched by a feather, itching and numbing.

He lowered his head and drank milk tea to hide the panic in his eyes. Strictly speaking, he and Tom had no grudges, but there was always a sense of estrangement in his heart because of Lily's incident.

The two looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere became silent.

"Little boss, is the big boss your boyfriend? When you go on a trip, he always comes to the store to help you." Ms. Brown brought over the new drink she had recently learned, and her words were astonishing.

Tom had placed an anti-eavesdropping spell when he was talking, so Lady Cloth didn't know what they were talking about.

Sifu's eyelashes trembled slightly and he spoke clearly, "No, we are just friends."

Ms. Brown looked at Tom who was smiling but said nothing, then said "oh" in sudden realization, and left with an inexplicable smile.

Tom touched his chin. He didn't want to stop being friends with Sev.

But whether he wants to or not is one thing, whether someone agrees or not is another thing, and it seems, maybe, maybe he has a chance?

Tom's peach blossom eyes blinked and he ate most of the pastries on the plate in a good mood.

In fact, Sif is even more elusive in terms of emotions than the Dark Lord, who is famous for his cruelty. After possessing his original body, he has never had feelings for anyone beyond friendship.

Sif had never considered falling in love, let alone getting married and having children in this era.

Sometimes he would suddenly think that if this was all a dream, then everything he did would be in vain.

The two drank the milk tea with different thoughts and left the coffee shop under Ms. Brown's earnest gaze.

The shopping was not over yet. They followed the crowd to Diagon Alley. Christmas had just passed and there was a festive atmosphere inside.

Tom didn't put on any disguise, but pedestrians were just passing by in a hurry as they were used to it.

There are many old and new shops in Diagon Alley. The wizards walking on the street are talking not only in English, but also in German, French, Italian and other languages. There are even a few gypsies who are haggling with the owner of the drugstore for a piece of dragon skin.

"Aren't the Ministry of Magic in various countries very strict about the cross-border management of wizards?" Silver thought of the time he took Tom to China, and the Ministry of Magic reviewed it several times before passing it.

Tom had read the document handed over by Lucius and knew the reason.

"It's because of the benefits brought by New Diagon Alley and magic energy." Tom thought of the three new vaults opened in Gringotts in recent years and said proudly, "We have joined forces with the Muggle government to invest in magic technology, magic paradise and hair growth. Projects such as weight loss...are making a lot of money, and they also want a piece of the pie..."

The concept that Muggles are weak and need protection, and that the wizarding world should be hidden and not interact frequently with Muggles has long been outdated.

Muggles have weapons like nuclear weapons, but they are so weak.

Compared to Muggles, who have a large population and can be happy for several days with a few guns each, wizards with a small population, only wands and a long CD time are more in need of protection. Not every wizard is Dumbledore.

Tom's current proposition is to 'learn from the foreigners and gain skills to control the foreigners', 'take the essence and discard the dross', and resolve internal conflicts with larger external conflicts.

In short, if you are too busy to panic, take away your wand and throw it into the Muggle world for a week to see if you are happy or not.

Although the conservative and radical wizards have been competing with each other, when they saw that Lucius and his team were prospering when they started a company, and they could only stick to their ancestral family tradition and become poor, they felt that those things were just rubbish.

Anyway, the entire magic world is currently experiencing a situation where dead trees are blooming, and there is endless energy every day, just to generate more income so that the family can live a good life.

As wizards from Germany, the United States and France frequently came to London, the British Ministry of Magic was afraid of spies and recruited a group of Aurors to maintain order in the two Diagon Alleys.

The Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore were all going bald because of these things, and the underdeveloped Tom was still going shopping with Sif as if nothing had happened.

Sifu hummed noncommittally. He didn't know if this was good or not, but nothing was done overnight.

Tom pursed his lips and smiled, leading the people out of Diagon Alley.

When Sif thought he was going to a magical paradise, he was instead taken to an orphanage.

This orphanage was not rebuilt from a Christian church or castle, but rebuilt with cement. It looked bright and spacious, with trees and flowers planted on both sides of the road. The furnishings in the courtyard were warm and practical, and the rooms were very tidy.

After the bell rang, a group of children under ten years old ran out of the room. They looked thin but full of energy. They were playing in the yard with toys. After a while, the quiet yard became noisy.

"Is this what you want me to see?" Sev turned his head and looked at Tom, who could not see any emotion or anger. "The person in charge of this orphanage is good. At least every child is smiling."

Tom smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Sifu seemed to understand something and stared at the children in the orphanage again.

"Are they...students from Wizard Primary School?" he asked tentatively.

Tom nodded. Some people among Muggles who believe in Christianity have a very bad attitude towards little magicians. Abandonment and abuse are common. Even if they are born in ordinary families, the magic riots of little wizards will put them in danger. It is better to foster them. In the orphanage.

"Before the Ministry of Magic agreed to establish a child protection agency, I asked Lucius to start building it." Tom established the orphanage for his own selfish reasons. He is not a saint and has a purpose in everything he does, but he wants to do something for his former self. What.

"I have been in an orphanage since I was born. At that time, the economy was in recession and there was a war. Mrs. Cole often misappropriated money to buy wine. There was not enough wood in the winter. We children shared a quilt and were hugged. Let's keep warm together, but it's still cold..."

"Once I accidentally had a magic riot, and then gradually took control of the magic in my body, I took revenge on those who bullied me... Mrs. Cole thought that I was disobedient and wanted to send me to a mental hospital... Fortunately, later I only escaped death after receiving the notice from Hogwarts..."

Tom didn't say much about his experiences in the orphanage when he was a child. He just rubbed his temples tiredly. Those childhood memories were not happy.

"I'm sorry." Sif didn't expect that just asking such a question would touch his sadness.

Tom glanced at Sif, took two steps forward, hugged him, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Let me hold him for a while, just for a while." Tom smelled the scent of the magic potion on his body, and his troubled thoughts instantly calmed down.

Sifu froze and stared at the fence not far away. He could feel Tom's vulnerability at this time. After a long time, he sighed softly and gently stroked Tom's trembling back with his palms.

No one can feel the same way, even if what happens is right in front of you, everyone has different feelings.

"Everything is over, Tom, you have become very strong." Silver couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him.

Tom didn't say anything, he just hugged Sif tighter.

Perhaps this hug completely eliminated the strangeness between the two, and they became much closer.

On the way back, Sifu looked at someone who was holding his hand, euphemistically saying he was afraid of being lost. He gently moved the clenched hand, but could not say a word of rejection.

In Voldemort's manor, Halbo, who was finally found by Nagini, yawned and jumped from the tree, with the blue hair on his shoulders flying in the wind.

"Helpo, you're lying. You said you could only hide in the garden, why did you go to Sif's potion room?" Nagini stomped her feet angrily.

Haierbo watched Nagini's hair constantly changing between red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and worriedly touched the hair on her shoulders.

[I just went to Sif to get the key to the Gringotts vault. I will go to the Forbidden Forest next month. ] Haierbo pointed at Nagini's head curiously, [Have you turned into a rainbow? There are so many colors. 】

Nagini put her hands on her hips magically, combined with what Sif said and her own understanding, and told Haierbo to listen.

Haierbo scratched his head. He seemed to have drank a bottle of potion when he was in the potion room. Sif said he wanted to test the effect.

The result of trying the effect was that his hair turned into a rainbow just like Nagini.

[Hiss, how long does the medicine last? ] Haierbo is concerned about this.

Nagini tilted her head and thought for a while, then stretched out a finger.

【One week? 】

Nagini shook her head, "It's a month."

Hearing this, Haierbo counted on his fingers which magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest could drink the magic potion.

The time came to April 1988.

Haierbo took the color-changing potion and a bunch of snacks to the Forbidden Forest, and the hair of the magical creatures inside suffered a collective disaster.

Sev and Tom returned to reading quietly in the study, while the other worked hard correcting documents.

Death Eaters are so motivated and hard-working, especially after learning about the Demon King's wife, they have grown even more, so that the number of documents on Tom's desk has increased day by day.

Sev occasionally felt frightened when he glanced at the mountain of documents, and only Tom had the patience to read them piece by piece.

"What, do you want Sev to help me with some of this?" Tom looked up and looked into Sev's dazed eyes and asked with a smile.

Silver paused, looked at him sympathetically, and shook his head decisively.

Tom was a little disappointed and decided not to give up and distribute the documents. Anyway, Lucius and the others were happy to help.

Silver didn't know what Tom was thinking. He looked down at the gold watch on his wrist and touched his chin in thought.

"I'm going to watch TV. Merlin is on." He glanced at Tom. "You should give your eyes a rest."

Of course, wizards don't have myopia problems. Just like there are tooth-strengthening potions for treating cavities, there are vision potions for myopia.

For people who have lived in the Muggle world since childhood, glasses are the solution for myopia; wizards can adjust their vision with the help of magic potions.

"Well, you're right." Tom took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. Who said that glasses are popular among Muggles recently?

Sifu looked at Tom who had degenerated from a polite scum into a well-dressed beast, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

If he didn't become the Dark Lord and went straight to debut as a star, he would definitely gain a large number of fans.

"Lucius said that a hot spring was dug in one of his manors." Tom had long been accustomed to Sev's strange look. He slowed down and let Sev follow. "It happens that we have a day off tomorrow, so we can take Nagini and the others with us." Go play.”

However, Sif thought of Draco. He had heard Nagini tell him about the last banquet, but the child never came.

He wanted to know Draco's current situation, so he nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of which, is Sirius Black about to be released from prison?" Sif thought of Harry and turned to ask before the TV started.

Information about Sirius's release from prison had been circulating before Christmas last year. Now that several months have passed, it's almost time.

Tom paid little attention to these matters, but he had an attentive housekeeper.

The butler brought the brewed black tea and replied respectfully, "Mr. Snape, the 18th of next month is the day when Mr. Black is released from prison."

Sev nodded slightly, hoping not to cause any trouble. If something happened to Sirius again, little Harry might not be able to bear it.

This worry was not unnecessary. When Sirius returned to the Ministry of Magic for trial, he tried to break free of the chains and bite Peter to death.

Although what Peter did was very unscrupulous, Sirius's actions made the Auror give him a few blows to relax him, and poured a large bottle of demulcent into him. It was not until he regained his senses that he was taken to the courtroom. .

"Do you still believe that prophecy?" Sev looked at the TV, paying attention to Tom's reaction from the corner of his eye.

Tom was holding a cup of hot black tea, the mist blurring his face.

"Prophecy? I have never believed in prophecies." Tom said vaguely, "You should ask Dumbledore."

It's definitely not him who is missing a string in his brain.