[HP]Tom Potter

When Harry woke up, the midday sun had already quietly entered the room through the small floral cotton curtains.He was alone in the room.There is a glass of milk that is kept warm by magic on the bedside table, and a note is pressed under the glass.

"We'll be waiting for you in the garden."

Harry smiled.Unbeknownst to Harry, the old wizard had also received another special guest in the garden an hour earlier.After spending some good time and a pot of rose tea, the little minister ended his visit with satisfaction and joy.

After drinking the milk, Harry felt himself alive again.He tidied himself up quickly, then walked out of the room, and looked for the French window leading to the small garden in the corridor based on his memory.Afterwards, facing the bright sunshine and Tom's bright smile, Harry sat between the two wizards.

Headmaster Dumbledore looked at the recovered boy with a smile, and then pushed the black tea and snacks on the table in front of him, "Harry, you came just in time. We are worried that we can't finish these delicious little things."

Harry was a little embarrassed, but his open-minded nature quickly overcame his shyness. With an empty stomach, he picked up a piece of snack and started to chew.

Tom propped his head on his two chubby little hands, and looked at Harry intently.Half of his body was almost lying on the table, with a pair of short legs hanging in the air, shaking from time to time.

When Harry swallowed the last piece of pastry, Tom cheered, jumped off the chair, and climbed neatly onto Harry's lap.Then he stretched out his little hand in front of Harry and held up three fingers. "Harry, I counted just now, you ate four pieces of pastries, right?"

The old headmaster chuckled, leaned over, gently held Tom's little hand, and raised his fingers again.

Tom looked at the little hand, then held it up high again, repeating aloud. "Four!"

"Tom is learning to count." The old headmaster explained beside him.

Harry suddenly realized, and hastily offered praise dryly. "Yes, Tom, you counted correctly, really smart."

Tom immediately puffed out his small chest triumphantly, as if a king who had returned from victory was being praised by his subjects.

The old headmaster stroked his long white beard and said in a nonchalant manner. "Tom was able to count from 1 to 100 yesterday, do you want to show Harry the count?"

"Yes." Tom nodded, and was about to jump off Harry's lap. Harry quickly grabbed his arm, and carefully lowered the reckless little guy to the ground smoothly.

Tom ran to the side on short legs, adjusted his little robe, held his head high, and started to perform. "1, 2, 3, 4..." The little guy counted all the way to more than 30, and when he was in high spirits, his tone suddenly hesitated, "37, 38, 39...39..."

The little guy was obviously stuck.He frowned, and then solved the problem aggressively.

"90, 91, 92..."

Harry was a little dazed, why did he go from 39 to 90 all of a sudden.He looked at the old wizard, and the old wizard just spread his hands with a smile.

On the other side, Little Tom's performance continued.

"97, 98, 99, 100! Harry, I'm done counting!" The children happily announced that their performance was successfully completed.

"Uh, Tom is so smart!" Harry, who had reacted, praised quickly.

But Tom was obviously not satisfied, and he asked solemnly. "Harry, you need to applaud. Tom is done, you need to applaud."

Harry immediately clapped his hands. In order to hide his guilty conscience, he clapped his hands very hard, expressing his satisfaction and love for the little boy's performance.

The old wizard also applauded lightly.

Tom returned a bow and humbly accepted everyone's praise.

The next time passed in joy and laughter.By dinner time, Harry had started referring to the old Headmaster as Albus, just like Tom.

Throughout the day, the two children laughed and played in the garden, in the living room, and on the corridor, and the old wizard became their powerful logistical support, cooking for them, making tea, and responsible for "cleaning up" and "recovering as before". , offering toys, candy and a friendly smile.

Harry felt like this was the happiest day of his life.Not even the day when I knew I was a wizard, and the day when I entered Hogwarts, could compare to today.

If only every day could be like today.That's what Harry expected as he lay in bed with Tom.

The author has something to say:

Tom said seriously: the process is not important, the result is the most important.Anyway, it is counting from 1 to 100, so don't care too much about how you count. Yeah!

Harry said excitedly: Tom is always right.If you make a mistake, please refer to the previous sentence.

The old wizard said with a smile: As a pursuing, knowledgeable and experienced educator, it is very useful to know a little Muggle child psychology.Use more words to praise children, and you can save a little material rewards, such as candy or something.