[HP]Tom Potter

Harry stayed in his room on the second floor, frowning on his desk, reviewing his Potions textbook and notes.

He hated Potions. Harry reconfirmed, then continued to bury his head in the book in pain.Beside him were other second-grade textbooks and notes piled randomly.He had been shutting himself in his room for a whole week with these books.His "well-behaved" behavior undoubtedly reassured the Dursley family a lot. Of course, this did not reduce the number of times they complained and cursed.

He was so stupid that he wanted to use a vacation to stuff all the contents of the textbook into his head.If only he was studying hard, or, if only he was half, no, one-tenth as smart as Hermione. Harry tugged at his hair in frustration.

Duh, duh.

The knocking sound from outside the glass window stopped the boy's foolish behavior.

"My letter!" Harry opened the window in surprise, letting the taupe owl fly in.

This was a mature owl that Harry had never seen before, not as gentle and lovely as Harry's Hedwig, nor as impetuous as Ron's Pigwidgeon, its eyes were gentle and reliable.It hovered twice in Harry's small room lightly and quietly, and finally found a foothold on the small desk with frayed corners.

"Please wait." Harry rummaged through the room frantically, and finally found a silver Sickle from the corner of the drawer.It waited silently, and raised its right paw meekly so that the boy could put the reward into its pouch.

When the owl flew away in the sky, Harry had time to carefully study the envelope in his hand.It simply said "Received by Harry Potter" in the ornate font Harry was familiar with circled in circles.The sender was not named, but apparently a well-known individual.

Harry quickly tore open the envelope, unfolding the ink-smelling parchment.

"Dear Harry,

I hope Alex didn't cause you trouble when he delivered the letter, you know, Muggles can make a fuss sometimes.As a side note, Alex was my aunt's owl, a very reliable messenger.

First of all, I want to apologize to you.You promised to write to you sooner, but unfortunately, even an experienced old man like me can make mistakes.My life has been a complete mess this week after leaving Hogwarts and returning to Godric's Hollow.

Of course, this is not Tom's problem.He is a very cute and well-behaved child.But I haven't lived with such young children for so long that I have forgotten the experience of being with them.Little Tom's tears can always soften the heart of an old man like me.

Therefore, I am ashamed to tell you that our little Tom had a terrible toothache the day before yesterday.His toothache came suddenly, and his pretty little face was swollen.

It was my mistake, I gave this kid too much candy. "

The old wizard's confession made Harry frown helplessly.In the last two days at Hog Olds, he had fully seen the little boy's passion for candy, which was definitely no less than Tom's love for his brother.And the person who selflessly provided candy to the little boy and shared his joyful experiences was the old wizard with the white beard who was expressing his guilt in the letter.

When he was a child, the childlike old principal was the existence he admired and loved.But when he became the parent of another younger child, such an old principal made him feel helpless.

Harry continued to look down.

"Of course, after our timely visit to a Muggle dentist, Tom's minor aches and pains have been healed. Now he's sitting on the rug happily flipping through the illustrated editions of The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

Little Tom loved the storybook so much that I had to read it to him every night until he fell asleep.For now, Mr. Potter's favorite is the first story - "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot".Every time the young wizard in the story agonized over the cauldron his father had left behind, he would giggle and twist his back in amusement.The second story is not so popular with Tom, he always closes his eyes and falls asleep at the beginning of the story.

Children's sleep is always so carefree.Seeing the lovely Tom sleeping so soundly, even an old man like me feels that he sleeps more peacefully at night.

Dear Harry, I hope you have a peaceful week at the Dursleys.As I promised, once you have spent two weeks at your aunt's house, I can take you to Godric's Hollow.Here, you can happily spend the remaining two weeks with me and little Tom, and then go back to Hog Olds together.

Finally, out of Tom's strong request, I asked him to send you a message as well.Turn over the back of the letter paper and you will get a surprise.

Looking forward to seeing you in a week.

Your faithful Albus. "

Harry flipped the parchment over quickly. In the center of the back was a small black hand print.The five short, fat little fingers were spread out widely, and Harry could even imagine the little boy triumphantly patting his ink-stained palm on the parchment.

The boy's fingers slowly brushed over the palm prints. Tom, his little brother, his blood relative.

The boy let himself be immersed in longing.After a few minutes, he put away the letter paper and continued to study harder.

After the owls had come and gone a few times between Godric's Hollow and Privet Drive, Tom had had another week of quiet at the Dursley's.He has packed his bags and is ready to go to his new residence at any time.

But unfortunately, trouble always comes when people don't expect it.

A boring dinner of pretentiousness, ending with an unbearable burst of Harry's magical powers.The nasty Aunt Maggie turned into a fat balloon and flew into the sky. The panicked Dursley family scolded Harry while trying to save their normal life, while Harry left Privet Drive angrily with his suitcase and Hedwig.

After a crazy magic bus trip, when the sun appeared in the sky the next day, the little wizard who ran away from home finally stood safely at the entrance of Godric's Hollow, waiting with anticipation and anxiety.

The author has something to say:

Tom, who still gloats when he hears fairy tales, is really a bad boy.

Here's what the story of The Wizard and the Hopping Pot looks like:

A beloved wizard who uses his magic powers to help his neighbors, concocts healing remedies in this magic cauldron.It was a round pot, and this pot had a very beautiful foot, and the foot had only five toes (five toes, if you're wondering, of course like people, some people have five toes too).

After his death, he left everything to his son.But unfortunately, his son is selfish and indifferent, and bears no resemblance to his father.As soon as the father died, the son found a slipper and a note in the magic pot, which said, dear son, I sincerely hope that you will never need these things again.So the son didn't care, and threw the pot in the corner.

A few days later, the granddaughter of the neighbor's old farmer had sarcoma and asked him for help, but he ruthlessly refused.The pot suddenly grew a brass foot.The shoes inside the pot also jumped out and covered the feet, and the pot kept spraying out sarcoma, making harsh and disgusting noises while jumping.The son didn't fall asleep all night, because the pot kept making noise around him, no matter how he tried to cast spells, it was useless.

After that, many people asked him for help, but he refused.The pot took revenge on him even more, making him unable to eat or sleep every day.At last he couldn't take it any longer, and took the cauldron with him to the street, shooting healing spells in all directions.

Soon, everyone's pain disappeared, and my son suddenly came to his senses, and he announced loudly to his neighbors that he would come to him if he had any difficulties.And the Magic Pot finally calmed down, and went home with his son.