hello mr draco

Although Chen Junyu nodded to assure that he would be fine, Tom still didn't believe it.He was terrified, and only then did he feel like a waste, he couldn't do anything without magic.

On April 4th, there was continuous torrential rain in the Alps.Tom was still guarding Chen Junyu's room. He got up and closed the windows that had been slapped by the storm, and the room became much quieter.

Chen Junyu seemed to be asleep. If it wasn't for that small nose that was still breathing in and out, Tom would definitely think that the godfather had left.

He suddenly seemed to have aged decades, looking at the empty room, it was as quiet as death.His eyes were fixed on the books on the bookshelf. Those books were bought by the godfather from some street vendors. The godfather told him that these books were very valuable and would become sought after by the whole world for many years to come.

Although he didn't believe it, he still took good care of these books and put them on the bookshelf according to the godfather's instructions.They bought a house near the farm under the Alps. The house is like a house in a fairy tale. It is located in the corner not far from the vineyard. There is a small rippling lake where the white cranes migrate every year. place to reproduce.

It's just that after buying the house, Chen Junyu, who only had time to take a quick look at it, hasn't had the chance to move in yet.

He actually wanted to, but time never waited for him.

Tom took out the book. It was a Chinese book "Crossing Blossoms in the Evening", combined with the knowledge he knew in Tom's memory, he understood the words on it.Holding the book, she came to Chen Junyu's bed and sat down, opened the first page, and planned to read it to Chen Junyu.

Chen Junyu closed his eyes and listened, the gentle words penetrated into his ears, like a dream, and his heart was melancholy.

[I always have such a hope: the competition I saw this time will be more prosperous than the previous one.But the result is always "almost"; and there is always only one souvenir left, which is bought with a little mud, a little colored paper, a bamboo stick and two or three chicken feathers before the statue was lifted. I made it, the whistle that makes a piercing sound when I blow it is called "Chuidudu", and I blow it for two or three days...] (Chaohuaxi picks up the content)

Tom was reading, and was deeply immersed in the text of the book, flipped a page with his fingers, and continued to read the next chapter.

The light in the room became full, and it seemed that the heavy rain outside the window was no longer cold.He knows that the godfather likes to read, so he integrates into the books as much as possible.He recited every sentence into poetry, which is pleasing to the eye.

However, unconsciously, the movement of turning the pages of the book gradually stopped along with the reader.

This adult man in his 20s looked at himself holding a book from Huaguo for no apparent reason.

He didn't know what he was doing just now?And why are you sitting on the edge of the bed?Guarding an empty bed, reading foolishly alone.

The book fell to the ground, and the man sitting by the bed stood up. The heavy rain outside the window stopped, and thick dark clouds covered the city.

There was a hint of whiteness in the sky, and the first ray of morning light shone over the city.

The breeze swayed the land, and the trees swayed accordingly. The shepherds who drove their sheep up the mountain to graze in the morning shouted and ran in the mountains.The hounds bark, and the morning birds scatter.

Tom stood on the balcony, holding the cold railing, looking at the sky above the sun-drenched city, with the scent of green grass wafting in the wind.His bony fingers caressed his cheeks, his eyes were sore, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

He knows who he is, a great villain who does all kinds of evil, for power, for magic, and for being able to transcend death.

However, those memories that were deeply engraved in his memory were far from his current mood.He knew that he didn't want to pursue those things, but why did the self in his memory act like a demon, launching fierce measures against those things that he couldn't ask for.That's not me at all, Tom warned the memory in his heart, those are not real.

He seems to have forgotten something...

Suddenly a white thread broke in his brain, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the empty bed. The quilts on it were neatly laid out, and there was no sign that anyone had slept on it.There were only a few scattered books left on the bookshelves in the room, and some newspapers were placed on the coffee chair, reporting on things about the wizarding world.

[The heroic savior is about to become Minister of Magic

In view of the deep lessons of previous years, the Ministry of Magic has been greatly adjusted.A Gryffindor student who graduated from Hogwarts and began to overhaul the Ministry of Magic.The very young and capable Harry Potter will become the new Minister of Magic on April 4th of this month.The wizarding world was excited, and everyone believed he would be the best Minister for Magic. 】

The newspaper's headline featured a young man wearing glasses and a forehead guard.The appearance of that person was very similar to the person Tom remembered that he wanted to hunt down, but in the end he failed for some unknown reason.Anyway, the memory of his failure is like running water, flowing little by little, without any traces to check.

What did you forget?

Tom rummaged through the room like crazy. He felt that something was being quickly lost from memory. The feeling of worrying about gains and losses became more and more serious, and even caused his eyes to turn red.

who is it?

Who ever said it to him?

What contract?

These scattered fragments gradually become blank, like footprints erased by an eraser, unsearchable.

After a few minutes, Tom sank to the ground with empty eyes.His fingers trembled slightly, and none of the fragmentary memories remained.Then he closed his eyes and opened them, his expression became very indifferent again, as if he didn't care about anything.

The whistle of the car passed by on the third floor. After waking up in the morning, according to the memory in his mind, Tom quit the rented house and came to the small house under the Alps.

The furniture is all new and there are no signs of living.There is a very elaborate fireplace with a framed picture.The photo frame is two young children standing, with a distance between them, but the smiling expressions of the two children do not seem to be the kind of feeling that can leave a gap.

That kind of photo gave Tom the feeling that there was supposed to be someone between the two children, but that space was empty.

An owl was dozing off on the wooden shelf in the living room. When it saw someone coming in, it opened one eye and took a look, then buried its head in its feathers and fell asleep.Apparently, the owl knew it was his owner.

The moment he saw the owl, a gentle and young voice sounded in Tom's mind, saying to him:

【Look at how beautiful it is, why don't we keep it.The starry sky doesn't belong to us, so let's raise an owl that belongs to us, shall we? 】

The words with laughter gradually became blurred, and Tom didn't know who had said this in his ear.

He felt a pain in his heart, and the pain of being pierced by a knife made his face pale.

At last, unable to bear the pain, Tom collapsed in the drawing-room, feeling sick all over.