[HP]Tom Potter

"Tom!" Ron, who has always been slow, was the first to react this time. He ran over quickly and pulled Tom behind him, lest the little boy would be sliced ​​by the angry professor in the next moment and turned into a monster in the crucible. medicine material.

"Tompotter, let go of my sleeve," Snape said word after word, his black eyes terribly hollow.Except for Tom, who was still pulling the black-haired professor's sleeves, the other little wizards felt as if they had been soaked in ice water, and their bodies were cold.

While the other three young wizards were chattering and trying to free the Potions Professor's poor sleeve from the little boy's clenched fist, the white-bearded old wizard, who had been silent for a long time, walked up to Tom with a smile "Tom, look." He waved his wand, and a delicate little cage engraved with "Tom" appeared in mid-air, floating unsteadily in front of the little boy.

"Put Scabbers here, please? You pinched him so badly." The old wizard looked at the dying mouse that had been neglected for a long time, trying to arouse the little boy's sympathy.

"Mine!" Tom stubbornly turned his little hand behind him, shrinking back a bit.

"I know the Scabbers belong to Tom, but this beautiful little cage belongs to Tom too." The old wizard began to show off in a drawn out tone. "Look, it's marked with Tom's name. T, O, M."

The little boy looked at the cage curiously, obviously interested in the little thing with his name engraved on it.Although he did not understand the three letters.

"Tom, don't you want to let the Scabbers in and have a look?" the old wizard continued to induce.

Tom thought for a while, and finally stretched out his little hand.As soon as he let go of his fingers, the mouse, which was foaming at the mouth just now, immediately became active and jumped into the cage as if fleeing for its life.

The cage door closed immediately behind it.

Tom looked at the rats in the cage and seemed to be doing fine.The little boy turned his head and glanced at the pale black-haired professor with shining eyes, and then looked at the old wizard with hopeful eyes, as if hoping that the omnipotent Albus could conjure another large cage that belonged to him. Include some professor who belongs to him.

The old wizard didn't seem to have picked up the message from the little boy, and turned to Ron. "Dear Mr Weasley, you just said that the Scabbers have been in your family for 11 years, did you?"

The red-haired boy replied blankly. "Yes, Scabbers has been in our house for a long time. He belonged to Patsy at first, and my mother gave it to me when he got a new pet." He whispered, while still paying attention to the surrounding Tom, afraid that his answer would cause the little boy to overreact. "But it's not important. If Tom wants it, I'm willing to give him the Scabbers." Ron has now recovered from the intense emotions of Magic Chess, and has turned back into the big brother who is only focused on pleasing Tom.

The old wizard smiled and stroked his long white beard, "Mr. Weasley, you are such a good boy. Then, for the sake of lovely Tom, can you keep the Scabbers with me for a while?"

Ron nodded.

Soon, the three little wizards left with some anxiety.Only the white-bearded old wizard, the stern-faced black-haired professor and the little boy who was still clutching his sleeve remained in the principal's office.

Also, there was a rat that became restless and kept circling in its cage because its owner had left.

"Dumbledore." The black-haired professor's voice was dry.

The old wizard nodded. "I understand." He pulled up the little Tom who was watching the Scabbers intently, not even paying attention to saying goodbye to Harry, and handed the mouse cage that had just been reinforced with magic to the boy's tender hands. "Tom, can you take care of Scabbers on the balcony? He's very naughty, don't let him get out of the cage."

The boy seemed to have been entrusted with a major task. He nodded, finally let go of the sleeve of the black-haired professor, and carried the mouse cage to the balcony in a proud manner.

When the two adult wizards were finally alone, the black-haired professor slowly pulled up the sleeve of his left hand that was crumpled by Tom's grip. On his thin arm, an ugly mark was slightly reddening.

"Dumbledore, if you've got a sane head, you know what this means! Forget about your poor little hope, he's the Dark Lord!"

The old wizard sat down on the sofa and put his head in his hands.The black-haired wizard looked at his principal and former teacher with dull eyes.

There was a suffocating silence in the room.

But soon, the old wizard raised his head. "Severus, why can't there be hope?" The old wizard's eyes were full of life again.

"Albus Dumbledore!" the young wizard raged.

"Severus, don't rush to make a decision." The old wizard said with a smile. "We still have time, don't we? And little Tom is so cute, he's still growing. Severus, you've been with Tom for a while, do you really think he's the same as the Dark Lord?"

Snape turned his head involuntarily.The boy on the balcony was sitting on the floor laughing, poking the Scabbers in the cage with his chubby fingers.

A boy bathed in sunshine, his smile is full of life and innocence.

The dark-haired wizard turned sullenly. "Dumbledore, as you wish. May we not regret it."

"Dear Severus, the future is so unpredictable, fragile and hopeful, we must deal with it carefully, but never lose hope." The old wizard stood up, "Now, let me see that Tom little mouse."

"A filthy rat that lived 11 years. What a stupid Weasley." Snape twitched his lips disdainfully.Then the dark-haired wizard said in a strange tone of disgust, forbearance, and regret, "Dumbledore, it's missing a finger. It's the index finger of the right hand."

The old wizard's eyes lit up.

After long and complicated negotiations, after half an hour, the old wizard finally used a toy wand that can emit small stars and colorful bubbles, a complete one with chocolate, strawberries and pineapples, and wrote "TOM" in pink cream. "The little cake, and the promise that a boy would not have to brush his teeth and wash his face for three days, were exchanged from the contented little boy to the poor mouse that had been bullied by the boy to the point of passing out.

But even so, when the Scabbers found themselves handed over again, it looked hopelessly apocalyptic.

Three days later, the "Daily Prophet" sent by the owl made the whole of Hogwarts boil.The old case more than ten years ago was completely overthrown, the original hero became a traitor, and the traitor became a hero.All the little wizards were talking enthusiastically about this dramatic case.

And on the afternoon when the Ministry of Magic finally ordered the dementors to leave, a big, thin black dog quietly appeared at the door of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It looked embarrassed, but its expression was reserved and proud, like a king returning .

The author has something to say:

I feel that Harry's sense of existence in these chapters is so weak, poor child.

From the next chapter, our family Tom has changed from a captive to a free-range. Please see how Tom Potter's little pot friend is tossing around in Hog ​​Olds. PS: There will be a scene where Tom asks the potions professor for sugar.