[HP]Tom Potter

Albus Dumbledore had time to sit down and sort out the morning's gains while Tom fell into a sweet nap.Even with Molly staying to help, a five or six-year-old boy with a lot of energy and curiosity about the world is not so easy to deal with.

Since Sirius in this world is still a fugitive wanted by the Ministry of Magic, he cannot clean up No. 12 Grimmauld Place in an aboveboard manner, and the lack of cooperation of the house elf Kreacher also makes Sirius helpless.Although the Wealsey family had worked hard to tidy up and clean up last summer vacation, it only made the big house that had been abandoned for a long time barely inhabitable.

In Tom's eyes, the houses here are definitely not as gorgeous and comfortable as his own, but this does not prevent him from running around like a happy puppy.Moreover, the similar structures and different appearances of the two houses obviously excited Tom very much. He went in and out of the room in an adventurous mood, ran around, yelled, and even made happy expressions from time to time. Screams and laughter, like finding some precious treasure.

As for those complaining portraits on the porch on the first floor, these didn't affect Tom's happy mood at all, and even Mrs. Black's screams couldn't stop the kid's big adventure, but aroused Tom's competitive spirit.Before Black's vicious curse could come out, Tom frightened the other man with a breathy scream.Then, something horrific happens, a portrait and a child start screaming face to face, as if in a competition to see who screams louder and lasts longer.The terrifying duet of screams made Albus, who had been guarding Tom's side, frown, and even the portraits on both sides covered their ears and hid.

The tormenting game was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley who heard the sound.This chubby witch was different from her kindness and gentleness before. She first pulled down the curtain next to Mrs. Black aggressively to cover the portrait of Mrs. Black (the curtain almost fell on Black's pale face), and then raised it with one hand. Tom's collar, and lifted the reluctant little fellow from the hallway.By the way, she rolled her eyes at the smiling old headmaster, who touched her nose guilty.

Fortunately, this child has developed good work and rest habits. After lunch, he obediently asked the old principal to take a nap, which gave the adult wizards a quiet time.Putting Tom on the crib, touching the child's rosy face and slightly sweaty forehead hair, Dumbledore wondered if the same old self in another world could really take care of this energetic child.

Sitting by the bed, Albus casually turned the bedside table into a simple desk.Then the parchment, ink, and dip pen were produced, and the white-bearded old wizard slowly wrote down the words on the parchment.

"Slytherin's locket, located at 12 Grimmauld Place, was carried by the house elf Kreacher, and was finally wiped out by Tom Potter in the soul world. But the doubt is that the Dark Lord will not hand over his important soul piece Given the house-elves he despises, and Kreacher would only be loyal to the Black family rather than the Dark Lord, there must be a big missing link in the middle. (The old headmaster's smooth writing pauses, the tip of his pen taps lightly on the parchment Click twice before writing down a name) RegulusBlack may be the key point.

Ravenclaw's diadem, where the Hogwarts Room of Requirement is located, (the old headmaster's pen pauses again) on the head of the Portkey statue, severely wounded by Tom and finally destroyed by the former Dark Lord Gellert.According to Tom's description of the changes in the appearance of the crown, it is speculated that Gellert used fire magic, of which Fiendfire is the most likely.

The lightning scar on Harry Potter's head, the existence of Tom in another world and Harry's dream in our world all prove this.In Tom's world, his birth means that the soul movie no longer exists, but our world is not so lucky.How to destroy the soul piece without hurting Harry is a difficult problem. (The old headmaster added a squiggly line under the "premise of not hurting Harry") Perhaps Tom's assistance could be considered. (After thinking for a while, the old headmaster crossed out the above sentence again and added) We must be cautious.

Hufflepuff's Cup, because Tom wasn't involved, less information is available, but it can be speculated..."

The old principal carefully sorted out the information from Tom's world one by one, filling a long roll of parchment.At the end of the text, the old principal added another sentence in a larger font.

"The above information comes from another world that I speculate—that world is luckier and more beautiful than the world we live in. We must keep in mind while we are looking forward to it, before we compare and verify it with our world , this information can only be used as reference material and must not be trusted blindly..."

The old headmaster just wrote here when a soft childish voice broke his train of thought. "Albus~"

Tom woke up rubbing his eyes.

The old headmaster gave the parchment a quick-drying charm, then folded it up and put it in his arms.Soon, the lively little Tom started his big adventure in this gloomy mansion for a long time, and this time he explored more deeply and carefully.

When the boy came to the cupboard in the basement, the old principal hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't stop the little boy from jumping forward.In another world, Tom is also one of the masters recognized by Black's old house and Kreacher.And according to his tests, the protective spell cast on Tom by his otherworldly self is still in effect here.

Maybe, he can have something to look forward to.

The little boy looked curiously at the dilapidated cupboard.Although the shape and size are similar, in his impression, the cupboard at home is always polished by Kreacher and Remus, and there are many exquisite dishes and cutlery with beautiful gold thread patterns in it.In the eyes of little Tom, the cupboard is like a treasure house.

But the entire cupboard in front of me is obviously old. Although there are traces of cleaning, the pattern of openings on it and the deformed wooden strips show its decay.Although there are a lot of dishes inside, they are all scattered and not complete sets.

"It's ugly." In contrast, Tom came to a conclusion about the cupboard here. "It's much worse than my home."

"What would the poor mistress think if a brat laughed at the noble Black family?" came a low, hoarse voice from under the cupboard.

"Who, who is talking inside~" Tom lowered his head and said. Albus stepped up behind Tom and gently grabbed his shoulders, stopping the curious boy, who had no fear at all, from poking his head into the darkness.

"Go away, little boy brought by Black's prodigal son," the old house-elf murmured inside at a volume that could be heard outside. "Master Sirius ordered me to stay in the cave and not go anywhere, and I was not allowed to talk to anyone."

"Krea!" Tom recognized the familiar whine. "Krea, come out, Tom wants a small cake."

"Where did the little brat come from to give orders to Kreacher, I'm from the Black family..." The house elf who was talking to himself suddenly froze for a moment.He felt that the order given to him by the brat who was ignorant of etiquette and shouting outside had actually taken effect.

The power of magic lifted him to his feet, and he emerged from the dark cave.

"Krea, why did you make it so dirty again? Sirius will be angry again when he sees it." Seeing the dirty old elf with only a rag all over his body, Tom widened his eyes and hurried to pull him hands.

"How can a little brat from outside command the house-elf of the noble Black family. The black man has brought so many disgusting creatures, and the Black family's reputation has been ruined. Half-bloods, werewolves, mudbloods..." The old elf's eyes were fixed on the ground, and he continued to mutter in a vicious tone.

Tom didn't pay much attention to Kreacher's words at first, but when he heard the last words, the little boy interrupted the old elf angrily. "Krea, you don't keep your word. You promised not to say those bad words when Remus helped you make your little bag to keep the locket treasure."

"The locket, the locket entrusted to Kreacher by Master Regulus!" Kreacher suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly. "How did the brat know about the locket! Kreacher didn't complete the task assigned by Master Regulus, Kreacher is too bad!"

Kreacher banged his head against the wall next to him as he spoke.

"Krea, don't hit the wall, don't punish yourself in any way!" Little Tom, who was already very familiar with the house-elves, quickly adopted Remus' usual approach.

Albus, who was standing aside, tentatively stepped forward, and said gently to the old elf with a painful face. "Can you show me the locket that Master Regulus gave you? Maybe I can help you complete the task."

Kreacher looked at the wizard in front of him, a little moved but couldn't believe it. "The people brought by the prodigal son are so good at helping poor Kreacher... But the task has not been completed, and Kreacher has failed the entrustment of little master Regulus. Do you believe him, he may be lying to Kreacher..."

"Regulus, such a familiar name." Listening to Kreacher's chanting, Tom thought for a while and suddenly realized. "Remus said Regulus was Sirius' younger brother and a great hero."

"Hero. This brat said Master Regulus was a hero." Kreacher said excitedly.

"Yes, Remus said that Regulus, like Harry's parents and Neville's parents, are heroes against the Great Devil." Tom nodded vigorously.

The suspicion that Albus had been hiding in his heart was finally confirmed with little Tom's decisive answer.

"Little Master Regulus is a great hero against the Dark Lord~" Kreacher cried bitterly, tears and snot mixed together.He staggered back to the cave, rummaged through it for a while, and took out a dirty object and handed it to Tom.

Tom hesitated to take the locket, and he asked the bearded old wizard beside him strangely. "Albus, isn't this locket already given to Albus, why did Krea give me another one?"

The old headmaster took the locket from Tom cautiously and sighed. "It's a long story. I'll tell Tom tonight. Now you go upstairs and find Molly to play with you, okay?"

Although he didn't understand why the old wizard was so serious, Tom nodded sensiblely and trotted up the stairs.

When Tom's footsteps faded away, the old headmaster turned to the house-elf who was watching him expectantly. "Kreacher, if you can, can you tell me the story about this locket, about Regulus?"

Unknowingly, Tom, who has done the second brush of this locket task, spent an afternoon under Molly's gentle and thoughtful care.But the sound of Kreacher's mournful cries faintly coming from the basement infected him, confusing him for the first time.

Today's Krea seems to be different from the usual Krea.

Tom rested his head on his knees, curled up in the soft sofa.Today's Albus is also a bit weird.

As a kind but qualified guardian who does not lack education, the old principal will seriously teach the boy about Tom's outrageous behavior.But this time, even though he was caught on the spot, the old headmaster didn't criticize Tom for secretly going to the Ministry of Magic to get candy.

Moreover, Albus did not assign homework to Tom today.

Thinking of this, Tom rolled happily on the sofa, and immediately forgot the little confusion just now.

It's so nice not to have to do homework, he hates math!