[Comprehensive] The Little Yellow Flower of Snape's House

Finch roughly made an outline of the contents of the history of magic, prepared to memorize the contents of the history of magic according to this knowledge in the next few days, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Teacher Xiaohua lying next to Finch seemed to be having some kind of nightmare, clinging to Finch's arm tightly, a human figure appeared in Finch's secret notebook on the bedside table, Tom Riddle watched Teacher Xiaohua immersed in Looking like in a nightmare, the corners of his mouth curled up and he snorted coldly: "You are just a little luckier than me."

Riddle looked at Finch with nostalgia and madness, time trapped him at this age forever, and when he saw his old friend, he was still young.

Finch didn't sleep soundly.

He had a weird dream, so clear it seemed like it happened, but he didn't know anything about it.

A little boy with black hair sat upright on a single bed and asked the ghost-like Finch, "Are you the evil spirit I summoned? It doesn't look like it."

"...Evil spirit?" Finch seemed to be touching his face, thinking that it wouldn't turn black and hard to see.

The boy showed a nasty smile: "Hey, can you help me beat up the kid who threw stones at me yesterday?"

Who knows who the kid who threw stones at you yesterday was—"No."

The boy showed a strange expression: "You are my evil spirit, why don't you listen to me? Because I am a child—I will definitely become powerful in the future."

"I'm sleepy."

"...I've never heard of evil spirits going to sleep, hey!"

"..."

Somehow, Finch fell asleep peacefully.

The little boy looked at the sleeping ghost floating in mid-air with his black glasses, and he calmed down a bit, before he murmured after a long while: "It's a sleepy ghost—that's okay, as long as you can stay with me all the time." That's it. Those Muggles - just leave it to me."

The little boy smiled.

Finch woke up in a cold sweat.

Teacher Xiaohua was holding Finch's arm tightly at first, but now Finch was also brought up by Finch who sat up in shock, a little confused: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"...It doesn't count."

Finch couldn't fall asleep in the second half of the night. He thought he would stay up until dawn, but when he closed his eyes for a while, he fell into darkness again.

"Tom, you can't do that," Finch heard himself say to a child. "It's wrong to steal from other people."

"Why are you defending those Muggles? They say I'm a weird boy—a devil!" argued Tom, looking up at the ghost.

"You're not a devil—that's what they said wrong, but you shouldn't steal from them either." Finch touched Tom's head, little Tom seemed to be comforted, and got into the ghost's arms, vacantly hold.

Little Tom seemed to be enjoying it, and softly said that he would never do it again, showing a triumphant smile where Finch could not see—of course not, because those Muggles had already been "punished" by him, it was full Bedbugs or scars all over his body—oh, that's none of his business.

In the dream, Finch watched little Tom grow up little by little, and then met the young Dumbledore in the single room of the orphanage.

Young Tom becomes a young Slytherin, and he grows up, almost inseparable from Finch.

"Is there any spell that can always be by your side?" Tom asked, although he is no longer a child, he still cares about this.

"——I don't know, people will always be separated, even the most powerful wizard can't refute it." Finch's figure has become thinner and thinner, it seems that being a ghost beside Little Tom is actually very exhausting All his strength is useless, "Farewell, about—after 100 years?"

"Ah—then I'm an old man, and now that there are more and more Muggles and Squibs, will magic disappear by then?"

"No." Finch felt that he and Tom got along very well, and that Tom was a top student in Slytherin, and he would make great achievements in the future. "As long as you still believe in magic one day, he will not disappear."

A few years later, Little Tom has turned into Big Tom. Finch always feels that Big Tom looks familiar. He has become more and more excellent, more silent, more extreme, and more— — Hate Muggles and Squibs.

He was undoubtedly an excellent orator - he was silent when Finch babbled about violating his "pure-blood theory" - and yet he could preach that the Slytherins of the whole house excluded Squibs and despised Muggles.

"God has endowed us with superhuman abilities—we are the noblest, most central human beings."

Finch was already getting thinner.

Their differences are getting bigger and bigger, and there is even a quarrel between the two——

"You're nothing but an evil spirit who can't do anything - oh, can't even do evil - pure blood!"

"I wish you could take me back—"

"Where are you going? You're just a ghost, oh sorry, a 'only' ghost."

"Heh - if you hadn't called me here, I would have been happily going to school in 100 years - there will be no Tom Riddle in 100 years!"

"..."

After Finch and Tom quarreled, the two had a cold war for a long time, until one day, Finch felt that he might not be able to bear it anymore.

"Tom." Finch took the initiative to call out to Tom, who was getting more and more busy recently to attend the dinner party of some potions professor.

Sometimes it is like this, if two people can still get along, then there is time and room for reconciliation, if they parted ways after a big quarrel, then what time is there to reconcile?

"I might, I'm leaving."

Tom turned pale in an instant. He was used to the principles of life that Finch was instilling in him—although he always did one thing in front of his face and another behind his back, the company of these six or seven years was not fake after all.

Give me a second, Finch.

Wait a little longer.

"I like warm flowers the most - the bad weather in the UK doesn't have many sunny days."

Tom picked a sunflower from the large sunflower field in the back mountain. The color of the sunflower is really warm.

What can be eternal youth?

What can live forever?

The potions professor told him the answer—

He opened the secret room and hunted for food with the big snake.

Use the souls sacrificed by the students to pack your own soul, let the wronged stupid big man embellish your merits, let capable wizards become your own believers-let them join with your supreme "pure blood" theory Be immortal!

You must be very moved, right?

I like to sleep on the girl's pure white skirt. The blood of the unicorn is the best tonic for separating the soul. I gave my 15 years to this flower, and I gave my time from the age of 15 to the present. took this notebook—

Finch's form became weaker and weaker, and he could hardly see clearly. Tom Riddle hurried over and put the sleeping little yellow flower into Finch's palm. ——Things won't fall if the ghost really wants to catch them.

"Finch! I thought of a super cool name, so that you can hear me in 100 years—" The child with the second illness waved at Finch, who was about to fade away, "I want to call... ..."

Voldemort.

Finch had an answer the moment he opened his eyes, and his soul seemed to be more complete.

Teacher Xiaohua also opened her eyes at this time.

At the moment when the four eyes met, Finch heard his heart say: Long time no see, Tom.