[HP]Tom Potter

"Tom, don't get close to it!" Harry grabbed the arm of the still annoyed little boy, pulling him back two quick steps.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Harry's stern expression, the twins who followed behind were stunned for a moment, then pulled out their wands vigilantly, and sandwiched the two Potters from left to right.

Harry shielded Tom behind him, his eyes fixed on the battered diadem.

The crown stayed quietly on the head of the stone statue, like an ordinary dead thing, without any reaction.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the twins who found that everything was normal couldn't bear it anymore. Frowning, Fred took a step forward, straightened his arm and poked lightly at the diadem with his wand. "Harry, is there something wrong with this thing?"

Goerge raised his eyebrows too.Both Weasleys looked at Harry with identical puzzled expressions.

Harry hesitated slightly, but still chose to tell his friend the truth. "This is the crown of Ravenclaw," the boy thought for a moment. "I suspect that the Dark Lord has tampered with the founder's relics, allowing him to use these treasures to do bad things and harm good wizards."

The twins glanced at the dusty, battered diadem, and Goerge lamented, "I don't know what the Dark Lord did to it, but such an ugly diadem, Ron would cry in it."

Tom poked his head out of his brother's arm curiously, and couldn't help giggling when he heard this sentence.

Fred carefully turned the crown with the tip of his wand, while Goerge watched his movements vigilantly, ready to rescue.Throughout, both Weasleys maintained the utmost vigilance and respect for a prankster's tricky trap.

The metal edge of the crown rubbed against the statue, making a small rustling sound.

"Young wizards, you don't have to be so vigilant, I am not your enemy." A magnetic male voice sounded in the quiet room.

"Wow!" Fred exclaimed with a tinge of joy.He sprang nimbly back to his brother, both wands pointed at the diadem.

"Voldemort, leave your rhetoric to the Death Eaters, we won't be fooled by you." Hearing these familiar words, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.The unknown is the scariest thing.

Fred laughed, "But he has a good accent, we can learn from it, and maybe we can use it when we invite a dance partner next time."

"Harry, what do you think of this idea?" The two redheads looked back at Potter together.

Harry imitated them and shrugged. "I don't think so, the old-fashioned gentleman's style is long out of date."

"How dare you..." The Dark Lord's voice paused, and then seemed to know something, "Weasley, the Order of the Phoenix... I see, a pure-blood traitor, a fellow who mixed with Dumbledore."

Sensing the danger in the voice, Harry drew his wand and stepped forward to join the Weasleys.The boy's voice was clear and calm, "Voldemort, your theories are just like your accent, it's disgustingly trite. Race, blood supremacy, etc. have appeared endlessly in the history of wizards and Muggles, but no one has ever Really worked."

"Your predecessor, Grindelwald, did the same thing, and he was also defeated by the principal." The young man glanced at the black mist that began to rise from the crown, and continued with disdain, "However, I think he is more manly than you If there are too many, if you fail, you will enter Nurmengard happily."

"And you, dying..."

"Attached to the back of a wizard's head, hidden in an ancestral locket, sucked the blood of a unicorn, resurrected from a cauldron of filthy potions..." Harry counted the Voldemorts he had seen bit by bit.

"This time, even the girl's crown is not spared. Don't you feel ashamed of this way of life?"

"Merlin!" The twins were shocked, and they applauded in unison. "Harry, we never knew you could be so mean."

Tom also smirked and clapped his little palms.

"Harry Potter~" The black mist on the crown rolled like boiling water.The Dark Lord's anger was palpable. "I am going to kill you!"

Black mist gushes out from the crown crazily, almost covering the entire sky above the Room of Requirement.Then the black mist quickly gathered together again, turning into a black ball the size of half a man, and charged towards Harry's direction.There is also a substantial buzzing sound that follows, and it is dizzy to get close to it, and even the magic power on the body is a little unstable.

"I lead the black ball away, you attack the crown!" Harry pulled Tom up, shouting to the two eager Weasleys.

"No problem!" I don't know whether it was Fred or Geogre who answered.

"We're best at breaking!" another interface.

"Don't be afraid, stay here obediently, I'll take care of that bad guy soon." Harry hid Tom behind a cabinet carved with weird patterns.

"Yeah." Tom nodded obediently, but the little boy's restless heart was betrayed by his fingers quietly drawing on the cabinet.

Regardless of paying attention to Tom, Harry turned around deftly. "There are many obstacles!" The tip of the wand glowed, temporarily repelling the incoming black ball.

"Blazing flames!" Not far away, two redheads cursed together, and huge overlapping flames surrounded the crown.

"A futile effort." The black ball whispered, and then continued to chase and attack Harry who ran away.

"It doesn't seem to be working!" Fred continued to output magic power with some difficulty.The flames illuminated their cheeks, and the temperature nearby continued to rise, and some wooden items even began to emit a burnt smell, but the crown in the middle of the flames remained unchanged.

"Dude, get another one!" his brother yelled.

"We've tried several powerful spells, so why not use black magic?" Fred exclaimed dissatisfied.

"If we know the Dark Arts!" Geogre laughed.

Tom, who was hiding behind the cabinet, looked at the chaotic scene in the room, a little confused. "Harry said there are bad guys, but where are the bad guys? Geogre and the others are so noisy, are they playing a game?"

Seeing Tom running away with the ugly black ball, Tom moved quietly, and then moved again.Then, the little head poked out from behind the cabinet.

"Fred, Geogre, what are you doing, is it fun?" No danger was found, and the little boy's curiosity began to get the upper hand.

The Weasleys were helpless against the crown, seeing the little boy approaching, Fred suddenly had a whimsical idea.He picked up the seemingly harmless crown and said to Tom with a smile, "Tom, didn't you say that this crown is yours, so can you make it listen?"

Geogre's eyes lit up. "That's right, this crown is bullying Harry, it's not good at all."

Tom's little face flushed slightly.He didn't want to admit that the bad crown was his, but...

Albus said that boys should be brave, and they must be able to bear what they have said and done.Recalling the bag of candy that Albus confiscated when he said this, little Tom's heart was sore.

Seeing Harry being chased by a bad ball in the distance, the little boy bravely reached out to the crown.

As the two Weasleys watched nervously, the boy's fingers touched the diadem and took hold of it.

Nothing happened.

The boy picked up the crown and gave it a little shake. "Bad guy, you have to be obedient and don't bully Harry!"

Shake it hard. "Did you hear me!"

The boy grew impatient and started beating the stone statue with the crown. "Be obedient, be obedient!"

Hit hard. "Bad thing, if you don't obey, I don't want you!"

"Bastard, big villain!" The boy's face flushed, and a small flame of anger burned in his beautiful big black eyes.He raised the crown to his eyes, and without knowing what to think, he suddenly opened his small rosy mouth, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth.

"Woo~" the boy took a bite.

"Tom!" Seeing the little boy venting his anger after doing a half-day's useless work, the twins were amused when they were nervous.

But the result of this move was far beyond their imagination.

"Ah~~" A scream came from afar.

"It actually works!" The two guys looked at each other and laughed to encourage the little boy who was still angry. "Tom, you've advanced again! Now you can deal with the Dark Lord with your teeth. Keep biting, biting hard!"

"Yeah!" Tom nodded happily, and whimpered again.

Tell you to be disobedient, tell you to bully Harry.

kill you, kill you!

The black ball swayed wildly in mid-air, and some black mist scattered from the ball as if uncontrollably, and then disappeared into the air.

"Who! Who could actually hurt me!" The anger in the Dark Lord's voice was tinged with panic.The black sphere shrunk hard, took back part of the escaping black mist that hadn't disappeared in time, and then quickly rushed towards the place where the crown was.

"Take Tom out of the way!" Harry yelled from behind, chasing after a few spells.

But the black ball came back quickly, and Harry's spell didn't last long.When the black ball came at Tom, the two Weasleys tried desperately to block it, but their attempts failed.

When the cunning Dark Lord approached them, he had already blurred the black ball into a translucent mist, and passed through the two young wizards unscathed.

"Tom!" Harry exclaimed.

The black air regrouped into a black ball, and threw a fierce attack on Tom. The boy who didn't know what happened was sitting on the head of the stone statue, holding the crown in his hand, biting it in relief. mouth.

"Boom~"

Tom was carried up by the black ball with the stone statue, stopped in mid-air for half a second, and then fell heavily, hitting the old cabinet where he used to hide.

When the three of them collided, a strong light flashed in the Room of Response, and all the little wizards present closed their eyes under the dazzling light.

"what!"

"what happened!"

"Tom!"

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"Harry?"

"Harry, Tom is in pain~" the little boy sat up in the darkness and cried aggrievedly.In his hand he was still clutching the diadem, which already had several small teeth marks on it.

"Gulu~" His movements touched the objects around him.Like the crown, the stone statue, which was still safe under the many spells of the twins, rolled a few times on the ground, then stopped beside a pair of worn-out shoes, and was picked up by a big skinny hand.

"You can trigger the Portkey I left for Albus, my dear little wizard, who are you?" In the darkness, an old voice sounded.

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After completing this chapter, continue to code, and the next chapter will be published this evening or tomorrow morning.

PS: I just found out that I didn't put on my vest when I commented two days ago, and that "spring heather" is here. :)