[HP]Tom Potter

When the battle was all over and all the Death Eaters were captured, Fudge and his Aurors finally arrived on the scene after a long wait.Suspicious, Fudge asked the Aurors to take over the Death Eaters. Judging by his expression, he seemed to want to arrest the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix for breaking into the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore had lost patience with the little minister who was dazzled by power and couldn't tell the seriousness of the matter. He semi-commandatively asked Fudge to recall Umbridge and withdraw the arrest warrant for Hagrid, and then ignored him.

When the Order of the Phoenix group finally walked out of the Ministry of Magic, the night was still dark.Tom, who had been hiding in Albus' arms and pretending to be sleepy, sensed something, raised his head and frowned, and looked towards a dark place in the distance.

"Son, what's the matter?" Albus cast his sharp eyes there, and with a wave of the wand between his fingers, a ray of light pierced the darkness, illuminating the empty street corner in the distance.

Tom gnawed on his fingers suspiciously, could he have read it wrong.He wrapped his hands around the old headmaster's neck, and whispered in his ear, "Albus, I seem to have seen that bald villain just now."

bald bad guy...

bald...

Even Dumbledore, who claimed to be experienced, was stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence and did not react.

Tom thought the old headmaster didn't remember, so he added eagerly. "It's the bad guy who wants to bully Harry and Tom. He's tall, thin, and has no eyebrows and no nose." The little guy's two chubby hands will be drawn into thin strips, and will cover his eyebrows and nose. Demonstrating to the old principal dancing and dancing.

"Ugly..." The little boy didn't forget to emphasize it at the end.According to Draco, the bald villain must not have received a good aesthetic education.

puff~

Bald bad guy, what a nice name.The old headmaster's eyes flashed with pleasure.Well, whoever the kid was and where he came from, he was definitely not on the Dark Lord's side.

"Let the children go back to Hogwarts first." The old headmaster said to everyone in a relaxed tone. He glanced at Harry with longing eyes, and added. "Harry stay, you come with us to Grimmauld Place."

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Under the night, No. 12 Grimmauld Place looks even more gloomy and dilapidated.A group of people filed in from the narrow porch, the awakened portraits on the walls on both sides whispered to each other, and the unpleasant whispers filled the room.

"Again, traitors to these wizards."

"The Order of the Phoenix..."

"I hate that werewolf."

Harry was worried that they would wake the sleeping portrait of Mrs Black, but until everyone had all entered the second-floor living room, the piercing screams he was afraid of did not ring out.

Tom had fallen asleep in Albus' arms.Such a big child can always fall asleep easily no matter where and when.

The long-awaited Mrs. Weasley greeted them with relief.When her gaze turned to Harry, who still had scars on his face, her eyes were obviously moist, but she didn't say anything, just gave the boy a big hug.

Everyone sits around a long table. Molly quickly brought out a large plate of hot cocoa and small snacks that smelled delicious.

"Oh, here's a little angel." Molly found the boy sleeping in Albus' arms.

"I think I have to settle the child first." Albus drank the hot cocoa in his hand with a smile, and stood up. Harry also stood up, his gaze involuntarily fixed on the little boy.

"Harry, you're inexperienced in babysitting. Molly will help me." Albus smiled and pressed Harry's shoulder, allowing the reluctant teenager to return to his seat.

So, with the help of the enthusiastic Mrs. Weasley, the sleeping little Tom was quickly placed in a room on the fourth floor. Molly carefully changed Tom's bed with new crisp white sheets and added a thick mattress for him.

"He's so beautiful." Molly looked at Tom's sleeping face and admired unconsciously.The mother who raised 7 children was very experienced in taking off the small satchel for Tom, took off his dirty coat, and wiped the child's cheeks and hands and feet with a warm wet towel.

The candy jar that Tom had been holding in his arms before was also put aside by Molly. Albus picked up the candy jar and watched.The candy jar, which played a big role tonight, looked solid and simple.Unscrew the lid of the can and look in from the mouth of the can. The space inside is filled with all kinds of candies, and it is impossible to see that it has sprayed out two huge piles of candies.If all these candies were poured out, it would probably flood the entire Grimmauld Place.

But apart from the extremely strong body and the huge amount of candy inside, there is nothing unusual about this candy jar. Sirius and the child were able to escape the death curse of Avada, it was a lucky coincidence. Albus rejoiced and twisted the lid of the can.He turned the jar upside down for another look, then froze.

On the bottom of the candy jar, there is a line of tiny words and a signature.

Molly on the side is already busy.The witch's skillful and gentle technique did not wake Tom up. When she covered him with a thin quilt, Tom, who was buried in the soft pillow and mattress, slept more sweetly.

Recalling the underpants with stars and moons shining on Tom just now, Molly couldn't help but glanced at the old headmaster who was still thinking.

This kind of déjà vu that blinds the eyes...

It turns out that this is the principal's child. Dumbledore was also true, no matter how urgent the situation was, he couldn't bring a five or six-year-old child to the scene of the battle. Molly decided to have a good talk with Albus later. Although she was just a housewife, she felt that she had enough qualifications to communicate with the old headmaster as far as taking care of the children.

The old headmaster didn't notice the questioning eyes from the people around him, he mused as he handed the candy jar and Tom's satchel to Molly. "Molly, you take these down to Kinsley, and I'll go down later."

When Molly left, the old headmaster drew out his wand and pointed it at the sleeping Tom.

"Magic Detective!"

(As expected of a CP, even if it’s not the same world, the first spell Albus and Gellert met Tom was magic detection. Laugh~)

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"On June 1995, 6, Little Hangleton Cemetery, the mysterious candy rain incident, the signatory is..." Kinsley looked at the inscription on the candy jar, and continued to read hesitantly, "Kinsley Shacklebolt".

"When was there a mysterious candy rain event?" Sirius, who had no idea that he had escaped a death tonight, leaned carelessly on the half-worn satin chair back cushion, showing a very puzzled expression, "If there is such a fun It's impossible for me not to know."

"Sirius!" Remus patted Sirius lightly, then looked at Harry with concern.

Seeing that Harry's expression froze for a moment and then quickly returned to normal, the white-haired Remus said gently, "Maybe it's just a prank."

Everyone also started talking.

Moody thumped his cane hard, and spun around the fake eye, focusing on Sirius' bright smiling face for a second time. "If I catch this mischievous kid, I must educate him well."

When everyone was basically defining the candy jar, Kinsley spoke with some difficulty. "I think this should be done by me."

brush~

Everyone present - including Harry who had been silent all this time - all looked over.

As a respected and high-ranking Auror, Kinsley was used to being in the spotlight.This was the first time he felt embarrassed under the gaze of everyone, but the upright wizard continued his speech. "Although I have no impression of this candy rain incident or this candy jar, I can confirm that the signature on this candy jar is written by myself." Not only that, he even added a slightly floating letter from the end of the signature It can be seen from the letter t that he must be in a crazy mood when he signed.

Yes.

Crazy.

On the day of the final Triwizard Tournament, his mood was not anger at the resurrection of the Dark Lord, not sadness at the young Diggory's death, not disappointment at the Ministry of Magic's unresponsiveness, but madness.

It's the kind of madness when the guests arrive immediately and the prepared meal is overturned by the kitten at home.It's the kind of madness that after working hard to build a pergola, the weather suddenly turns from scorching sun to blustery wind.

why?I can't figure it out at all.The dark-skinned wizard felt lost.

"Kinsley, I don't see that you have a sense of humor." Sirius jumped up and patted Kinsley on the shoulder across the table.Looks like a good buddy.

Remus gave him a displeased look, but the excited Black didn't receive any warning from his friend at all.

"Kinsley, why are you doing this prank?" Tonks tossed her pink hair and looked curiously at his senior, who always looked serious.

"I didn't play any tricks." Kinsley smiled wryly.

"But didn't you say your signature was on the candy jar?"

"Yes." Although reluctant, Kinsley nodded awkwardly.

"Then why do you deny the prank?" The young Auror looked like he was chasing after him.

"Because I have no memory of that, and I'm not going to do something so boring." Kinsley replied in the affirmative.

"Can you confirm that there is no problem with your memory?" Tonks looked like a studious student, with a strong thirst for knowledge shining in his eyes.

"I can." Kinsley's answer was still affirmative. "I have checked myself just now, and there is no problem with my memory."

"Then you confirm that this candy jar that you don't remember at all has a signature on it that you don't remember signing at all." Tonks looked puzzled.

"..."

Kinsley and his junior looked at each other, speechless.

bang~

Moody's cane hit the ground hard.As the most senior member of the Order of the Phoenix present and a former Auror, Moody felt it was his duty to stop the dead-end Q&A between the two juniors. "Dumbledore didn't take these things down so we could discuss whether there was any prank."

"So what are we talking about?" Tonks is clearly in good student mode of "ask 100 sentences."

"I remember we had other things we didn't look at." Remus picked up the satchel that Molly had put on the table before and then forgotten by everyone.

He flipped over and shook slightly.

A small pile of debris was displayed in front of everyone.

A small handful of colorful candies.

Few pieces of gold sequins.

A sloppy map.

A small wizard hat with the letters "T" and "P" embroidered with bright yellow silk thread.

"Isn't this my handwriting?" Sirius picked up the map first, and the messy lines in other people's eyes were clear to him at a glance.He patted Remus next to him and pointed on the map. "Remus, look, this is the Ministry of Magic, the hall, the fountain, the elevator, the twelve doors, um, the arrows all point to the Department of Mysteries, and there is a candy drawn here, which should be the target."

He scratched his head, "Strange, why don't I remember that I have drawn this picture?"

"Sirius..." Harry whispered to his godfather.And Remus didn't want to talk anymore.

Sensing the weird pity eyes from everyone, the excited Sirius finally came to his senses.Then, the next moment, the impulsive Black jumped onto the table.

"What's going on here? Could it be that we collectively lost our memory, or was someone cast a super amnesiac spell!"

The author has something to say:

For some reason, JJ has been unable to reply to everyone's comments these days.Thank you to all those who left messages.

Special thanks to Apple for personally throwing mines.

In addition, to answer ForGG's questions, my article is not against anyone.The old principal is so cute, he just vomited himself.