Harder Aurora

Charles smirked, "It's indeed a great thing, but now it's getting me into big trouble."

"What is it?" Dominic asked curiously.

"I need to escape from school for a day, and I need a cemetery." Charles said expressionlessly.

The people around heard it, and then silently turned around and went about their own business.

"What's your reaction?"

Dominic shook his head tut, "Honey, it's impossible to skip class from Hogwarts."

"You'll still be fired."

Charles sighed, feebly crushing the potato pie in front of him with a fork.

Gryffindor's long table also found a big trouble, that is, Gryffindor's Potter actually started a cold war with Ravenclaw's Potter.It is not accurate to say that it was the Cold War. It should be said that they do not speak to each other, which is completely different from the situation where they always nest together before the holiday.

This is not a problem in theory, but their attitude has more or less affected other people in the academy.For example, if the Potter brothers have a good relationship, then the two houses can even cheer for each other's house at Quidditch.

"Did you quarrel with Albus?" Adrian took James aside during the spare time between classes.

"No." James said innocently.

"Come on, other people will see it when they see it."

"It's really none of my business," James said impatiently. He stood there with a question mark on his head.

More and more people noticed that something was wrong with Albus, such as his lazy smirk, contradicting the professor, satirizing Snape's spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and managed to get himself a week confinement.

"What's wrong with him?" Connor gasped quietly.

"The rebellious period, coupled with the psychopathy caused by pretentiousness and unwillingness to make a scene." Charles also whispered.

So, he decided to help poor Ravenclaw and let him vent properly.

There's no better way to vent than breaking school rules.

"Potter!" Albus was called out as he left the showroom, turning impatiently to find it was the bored Slytherin.

"Walker." Albus said coldly, "I don't want to eat chocolate." He looked sternly at the chocolate suit in Charles' hand.

"This is really sad," Charles shook his head pretending to be sad, and stuffed the chocolate back into his school bag, "Do you know how expensive such a small box is?"

"What's the matter?" Albus said impatiently.

"Well," Charles stepped forward, "I think there are a lot of strange secret passages in an old antique like Hogwarts, and you might know where they are."

"How do you know?" Albus narrowed his eyes, "no, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, you can accurately track my whereabouts, which is enough for me to guess many things."

"..."

Charles sighed, "I guess you have a map with everyone's information on it, or it can show the information of the person you need, so that you can know where the other party is in the castle."

"Exactly." Albus said dryly, "So you want to threaten me, or you want to report me to the professor."

"Can you help me out for a day?" Charles said.

"What?" Albus couldn't react for a while, and opened his mouth half-opened like a fool.

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☆、Where do we not meet in life

After hearing Charles' plan, Dominic looked up from the long paper in shock, "Seriously? Even if you can get out through the secret passage, how can you skip class?"

"I'm sick." Charles spread his hands indifferently.

"If you are sick, you will be sent to the medical wing." Dominique said matter-of-factly.

"Well, Potter actually made a proposal, but I personally think it's a bit ridiculous and excessive. If I can't think of an alternative before tomorrow morning, I'll listen to him."

"Tell me." Dominic's eyes lit up.

"I refuse." Charles said dryly.

He didn't understand why Albus Potter could come up with such a script that combined James Potter's mania and brainlessness. He suspected that if they were found out, they would not only be expelled from school, but also sent to prison .Of course, based on Albus Potter's current manic state, coupled with the inferior Gryffindor enthusiasm in his genes, nothing seems impossible.

Dominic narrowed his eyes maliciously, "But you seem to be looking forward to it."

"This is rude slander and rumors!" Charles shouted as if he was stabbed.

"Every time you are about to mess with James Potter and Sterling, there will be an evil light in your eyes." Dominic shook his head, then pulled out his wand and summoned a small mirror, "If you don't believe me, see for yourself .”

"Pissoff." Charles pushed the mirror away in disgust, "You'll be next." He smirked happily.

"I'm sorry, if I bribe you, can I get a little mercy?"

"Why can't you just shut up and write your Defense Against the Dark Arts papers quietly?" Charles drew out his wand, threateningly pointing at the long piece of parchment.

"Hey! It's the Dark Mark!" Dominic carefully protected his homework, "If you burn my homework, you won't have to copy it."

Charles snorted in satisfaction.

The next day, Dominic realized how insane this so-called plan was, when he saw Charles walking gracefully through Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff with an apple pie, turning the hot James Potter screamed as the buttery and frosted apple pie slapped all over the head.

James was completely stunned, unable to react to this sudden disaster.

The entire auditorium was instantly quiet, and even the ghosts who watched the excitement seemed to be able to hear the sound as they slid past.

It was Albus who reacted the fastest. He strode over the long table in Ravenclaw and drew out his wand. "There are many obstacles!"

Charles dodged flexibly, and the curse hit James directly. Poor James was knocked into the air with his head full of apple pie, knocking down a row of Gryffindors.

The hall became noisy again, and it was a noisy mess.

James finally regained the ability to control his limbs, and he roared angrily, "Albus! You can't shoot more accurately!"

Charles languidly fired back, and the spell was out of the way by Albus, blowing a turkey to pieces.

"Clear water like a fountain!" Albus shouted.

The fierce water surged out, and Charles and many smart Gryffindors immediately stood on the chairs. James, who had just got up behind him, was splashed with at least a ton of water from the front, just enough to wash away the cream and icing.

"I see," Dominic murmured, "Albus Potter's price for helping Charles skip class is to teach his brother a lesson."

"Huh?" Isabel tilted her head in extreme confusion.

In the end, Albus and Charles were fined by McGonagall who came rushing to them for a month of closed confinement.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Walker! This is really rude!" she shouted angrily.

James was drenched all over, his face was blue with anger, "What's wrong with you?!"

"Perhaps you remember, Mr. Potter, you tried to slap a lemon pie on my head a few months ago. The difference is that I succeeded." Charles raised his chin and complained draggingly.

"As for holding grudges so much?" James pointed at him collapsed.

"Enough!" Mag's face was livid, "Stop your childish and boring behavior! You two, start cleaning the herb shed today!"

"Welsh fairy cone spores have leaked out of the herb shed, and students may be poisoned if they go in," Snape said sullenly.

"Forbidden Forest?"

"Hagrid was taking care of a crazy owl, so he didn't have time to take Mr. Potter and Mr. Walker in. Of course, it's not impossible for them to enter the Forbidden Forest, but I can predict more than 100 ways to die."

"Severus," McGonagall frowned, "your potions room..."

Snape grimaced, hissed, "I have a guest."

Mag remembered which guest it was, and nodded understandingly, "Then only the corridor on the northwest side of the third floor is left, which is simply a bug nest. I believe that two second-year wizards can handle those animals independently?" She sternly raised eyebrows.

Albus and Charles nodded quickly.

Snape narrowed his eyes incredulously, but said nothing, since he still had the ultimate big problem in his office.

After the two little trolls finally reached the dark and damp corridor, Charles couldn't bear it anymore, "Can't you beat your brother yourself?"

"No." Albus said in a much better mood, happily, "Mom and Dad won't let me go."

"You make me look like a fool." Charles said quietly.

"I see you are very happy." Albus said contemptuously.

Charles rolled his eyes and walked forward impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, we only have one day. Fluorescent flashes.", the wand lit up, and they could clearly see the terrible condition of the entire corridor.

"Here is the secret passage? Is there any other place? This is really disgusting." Charles stepped back half a step, afraid that the lambskin boots would be stained with dust and all kinds of strange slime.

Albus's expression is also very ugly, because it's really, really disgusting, this is a paradise for rats, snakes, centipedes, and spiders, the walls and the ground are covered with black and sticky liquid, and there are many gnawed A mouse with only half its head left.

"Don't expect me to clean, I'd rather drop out of school." Charles retreated further and further away, and if he could, he would blow up the place.

"Only the secret passage here can bypass Hogwarts' magical defense." Albus wrinkled his whole face, and he stepped forward carefully, "Zi—" The sound of mucus sticking to the sole of the shoe was creepy.

"Walker—come here quickly! You can't expect me to carry you! For Merlin's sake, you are half a year older than me!"

"Oh, you don't understand the situation, Potter." Charles said lazily, "I might accidentally write to your parents about our expedition today."

"..."

Well, Albus lost his temper, what a troll in his head to decide to trade with this mutant Slytherin.

Charles allowed Albus to cast the levitation spell on himself, and after losing some weight, he triumphantly lay on Ravenclaw's back, "Whenever you want to teach your brother a lesson, I will definitely help." Charles said gratefully.

"Shut up," Albus said darkly.

"Professor Weasley needs a divorce lawyer and I can help."

"To shut up!"

The good news is that the secret passage is much cleaner than the corridor, at least there are no disgusting bugs and slime.

"Now, get your noble ass off."

Charles felt his own weight again, happily jumped to the dry ground, "Wow, this is the legendary secret passage."

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good." Albus took out the Marauder's Map, since the existence of this map has been guessed, there is no need to hide it.

"High technology." Charles admired.

"This is advanced magic, not some Muggle technology." Albus rolled his eyes.

The secret path is more complicated than imagined, extending in all directions, if not for the guidance of the Marauder's Map, one will get lost if one is not paying attention.

When he finally found the exit, Charles took a deep breath of the outside air, feeling reborn.

They got out of a stone cave overgrown with weeds, and there was endless yellow land in front of them.

"And then?" Charles asked.

"Then what?"

"This is wasteland. I don't think there will be any means of transportation here."

"We're wizards and we don't need transport," said Albus.

"Okay, so what's up." Charles crossed his arms.

"Ride a broom or apparate."

"I thought Ravenclaw's wit was always superior." Charles sighed. "Where's the broom."

Albus froze for a moment, he pulled out his wand, "Here comes the broom!"

Nothing happens.

"Hogwarts' defense!" Charles roared, "And what about Apparating, isn't it?" He grabbed Albus's arm, and at this moment, a miracle happened. No one was there.

In an incomparably luxurious but empty huge apartment, the space distorted imperceptibly, and "pop—" two boys in weird robes fell out.

The two retched, "How did you do that?!" Albus kicked the Slytherin lying on top of him.

"It's obviously you. Can you tell me next time you do some advanced magic?" Charles punched him weakly.

"I don't know how to Apparate!" Albus pushed the blond boy down hard, "This is something only seventh graders learn!"

"Then it's even more unlikely that I will, I'm of Muggle blood! Remember?" Charles stumbled up and took a bottle of water familiarly.

"You're mutated after all—what kind of place is this?"

"Dad bought me a small house in Hyde Park, London. Take a good look, this may be the first time you have seen such an expensive apartment." Charles mocked.

"Thank you, I'm rich too, but I don't like spending money." Albus sneered.

Charles ignored him, ran into the room and found a pile of clothes and threw them on Albus, "Change."

Albus sighed impatiently, "Can't I just wait here?"

"No, I don't want to go to the cemetery alone."

"What on earth are you going to do, this is too much trouble!"

"It's not me that's in trouble, it's my playwright uncle." Charles said dryly.

"Tell me." Albus asked with great interest while changing his clothes.

"No" Charles smirked.

In fact, it wasn't too much trouble.Charles called the driver Davis had assigned him in London, a tall, prudish chauffeur who was so excited to finally have a job that he was on the verge of tears of gratitude.Albus was very curious about the stretched Lincoln, which was completely different from the old car in Mr. Weasley's house. The Lincoln sedan was as comfortable as a bedroom.

Charles asked the driver to take them to a cemetery where nobles were buried casually. After all, students from private schools of nobles cannot be buried in a messy cemetery for the poor.

The two walked into the solemn cemetery, leaving only the driver outside.Charles casually took away the fresh flowers in front of other people's tombstones.

"...Walker, you will have your retribution," Albus said disapprovingly.

"Oh, give it back to him later."

"What is that?" Albus stopped suddenly, and looked at the door not far away in confusion. At first glance, it was a door that was not the same as the Muggle building. It was a single door, standing on a huge red bean. Before the fir.

Albus took Charles' hand and walked over slowly, "No, it's magic."

"How can there be magic here?" Charles asked.

"Britain is such a big place. Wizards and Muggles need to share a lot of places. I suspect this cemetery is also the same." As he said, Albus reached out his hand carefully and touched the door.

"It seems to be true." Charles looked at the door that was pushed open immediately and agreed, but turned and walked towards another dense Muggle cemetery area.

"Why? Don't you want to go in and have a look?" Albus looked at the magic passage reluctantly.

"No, I'm afraid to scare my Muggle uncle by photographing something that shouldn't be there."

Charles put the "borrowed" bouquet of flowers in front of a luxurious-looking tombstone, and took out the mobile phone he had brought out of the apartment to take pictures.

Albus crossed his arms and looked at it for a while, then said suddenly, "Although I don't know what you're doing, it looks like it should be deceiving. Don't you think that taking photos of real Muggle graves can be easily debunked? "

Charles sighed, "You are right."

Albus ran back to the entrance of the wizard's cemetery with a triumphant face, "For some reason, I feel like this might be our Welsh cemetery."

After passing through the door, there is another world, with the same terrain and weather, but the design of the tombstone is obviously different, either particularly strange or extremely solemn.

"Really." Albus shook his head and sighed.

"You mean we didn't have to go all the way back to Muggle London? Unfortunately, the school uniform is still at my house, so don't even think about going back here." Charles perfunctorily threw the bouquet to a place that looked very In front of the nobleman's marble tombstone, "Just this one, anyway, he certainly doesn't know who this is."

"Crack." The phone's front flash illuminated the words engraved on it.

Albus coughed, "This... is not impossible, anyway, Muggles will never know."

"send" Charles happily nodded.

After the long and difficult journey back to that terrifying corridor, Albus was horrified to find that James was there, and his face was completely black.

"I'll just say it's weird," James said madly, he grabbed a snake and threw it at Albus, "it was all your idea, right! I just said how Slytherin made himself look like a snake idiot?!"

Charles couldn't help applauding, "It really is twins."

"James," said Albus, dodging the dirty snake, "don't throw things around!"

"Is this the point? How did I offend you, and come up with such a bad way to teach me." James sneered.

"Hey! I didn't teach you a lesson, it was an accident!"

Charles laughed, "You're a far better liar than your brother, Potter."

"Shut up!" "Go—" Albus and James shouted simultaneously.

"Okay, take care of yourself, remember to clean." Charles pointed disgustedly at a centipede that just crawled past his feet.

Not knowing if the Potter twins would tear down the hallway, Charles returned to the dormitory without any psychological burden, and was surprised to find that Dominic was still writing.

Dominic barely looked up at him, "It's going well?"

"Hmm," Charles hummed happily, "Not necessarily Potter."

"I advise you to finish this paper quickly, or you may end up worse than Potter." Dominic handed the paper to Charles with a sullen face, "It will be handed in early in the morning the day after tomorrow."

"It's so troublesome." Charles clicked his tongue.

He squinted his eyes to see the topic of the thesis, "'On the function and development of the Dark Mark', what?", still a little tired after running all day, Charles threw himself on the sofa, picked up a glass of juice to drink up.

"Illustrated too—at the back." Dominique pointed to the other side of the parchment.

Charles maintained the posture of drinking juice, turned the parchment over, and saw the presence of the Dark Mark at a glance.

"puff!"

"It is said that the exam will be silent—hey! What are you doing? My homework—" Dominique growled in despair.

☆, take advantage of the situation

Although in Louise's view, Ashley was always the poor little boy who had just recovered and wished that he would stay at home all day long to recuperate, but after Ashley's strong protest and request to find something to do, Louise Louise began to think seriously about the future of this cheap little brother.

"Maybe apply to Eli for a school?" Davis suggested.

"No, what if he is bullied?" Louise immediately vetoed.

"Isn't Ellie reading your book recently?"

"You mean—" Louise raised an eyebrow.

Davis shrugged, "I don't know, but Ellie is very smart, and with his Cockney accent and pretty face, it is estimated that he will be able to charm a large number of socialites who need legal advice."

Louise recalled her younger brother's short platinum blonde hair and narrow eyes, "That's right."

The door was knocked, and Ashley carefully pushed it open, revealing half of his face, "Are you ready?"

The hearts of the two middle-aged men over 40 years old in the room were about to melt, "Soon, my dear."

However, the dinner was not peaceful. Louise seemed to have encountered some difficulty and kept yelling at the phone. Ashley frowned slightly when he received a message.

"Master and Miss Cooper, can you put down your mobile phones a little?" Davis held his forehead helplessly.

"—Impossible, Amber! You can't get half of Mr. Jiexis' property under the circumstance of cheating..."

"Malfoy? What kind of weird last name is that?" Ashley handed the screen to his brother-in-law.

"What horror movie is this?"

"Oh no, it's just Charles keeping his word. You just have to let her beat herself black and blue, Louise."

"Wait a minute, Amber. Honey, what do you mean?"

"Whenever a celebrity's wife gets a bruise on her face, who doesn't think her husband did it?"

The two couples were silent for a while, and Davis coughed, "It's a very rare surname, but most of the surnames of British nobles are very rare, and it's not unusual."

"Really? Charles is such a genius that he actually knows who my old classmate is. After all, I don't even know myself." Ashley said in a drawl, while elegantly spreading the bread with jam on the plate.

An embarrassingly suffocating silence.

"I told him." Louise briskly changed the subject, "Come on, let's have a good chat about Mrs. Jesis's case."

"Dominique, why are you still writing the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework? I remember you have finished it." Isabel asked gloatingly.

"I don't want to discuss this issue." The expression on Dominique's face was full of resentment. He glared at his roommate bitterly, but he didn't dare to scold, so he could only continue to grit his teeth and do homework.

The American boy, who usually looks high-spirited, is now in a broken state. His platinum-blond hair is messy and obviously hasn't been combed at all. He has his head half down, holding his hair frantically with his hands, and has no intention of raising his head at all.

"...Does anyone mind explaining?" Ai Lilo shook her head tut-tsk.

"Obviously, no!" Dominic roared.

"Can I ask a question?" Charles finally responded.

"Honey, you know I can't refuse you." Isabel said, resting her chin.

"Who has the Dark Mark on their hands?" Charles' face was very haggard, with two huge dark circles and bloodshot eyes, he looked like a crazy Gryffindor.

"Death Eater, it's written very clearly in the book." Dominic rolled his eyes angrily.

"No." Charles shook his head firmly.

"If someone other than the Death Eaters had the Dark Mark on their hands, it would be a mess."

Charles' eyes became meaningful, "You're half right, but won't you mess things up?"

As he said that, he stood up, with a strange expression, and quickly left the hall.

"To be honest, I have an ominous premonition." Ai Liluo shuddered.

Charles encountered obstacles on his way back to the dormitory. He was surprised that someone dared to block his way, but he was no longer surprised when he saw who this person was. After all, Gryffindor always does everything come out.

"Get out of the way." Charles said to James coldly.

James's face was bruised, and his face was full of resentment, "I know you people, as long as it is beneficial to you, you can do anything. So, how about I help you clean up the corridor on the third floor."

Charles narrowed his eyes vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm still very angry! As you wish, I'm going crazy!" James shouted.

"Understood," Charles raised the corners of his mouth happily, "but why should I teach my brother a lesson for you?"

"Oh, things have changed, Walker. If Professor Snape knew about your adventure, it would be more than just clearing rat nests and moldy snake skins."

Charles took a deep breath, "Well, get out the parchment and write a letter to old Mr. Potter. Listen—"

After finally dismissing the annoying Potter, Charles finally returned to the room smoothly and took out the letter that had been stuffed at the bottom of the drawer.There is an answer here, and this answer may explain a lot of things, but it doesn't mean he wants to know, so, do you really want to read it?

"It's nothing, the property will be mine anyway." Charles muttered to himself.

He mustered up his courage and tore open the envelope.

really.

Charles rolled his eyes and passed out.

However, he got up immediately, and his pupils became red.He smiled and looked at the letter on the table, no wonder it allowed him to take advantage of the loopholes. When he found out his life experience, his brain was also so confused.

But the time he can come out is limited. After the boy reacts, he can only be dragged back into the quagmire again in shame. He must make good use of this time.

With only his remaining magical power, it is still too difficult to completely occupy this body. The damn traitor was able to escape the Avada Kedavra Curse, but fortunately, otherwise, he would not be able to split a small piece of soul and become the only The surviving Horcrux, this is really a great irony.

Tom looked at himself in the mirror indifferently, pulled out his wand, and his pupils returned to their normal emerald green.

"Severus!" McGonagall, ignoring the interrupted class, pushed open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Snape was looking at her very unhappily. Incoming principal.

"I'm sorry for my behavior. But, Severus, you have to come over now." McGonagall said quickly, her eyes on Snape's left hand.

Snape understood right away, "get out of class over."

He followed McGonagall to the principal's office, and sure enough, he saw that annoying face.

"Potter, Hogwarts is not as relaxing as the Ministry of Magic. I have to take classes." Snape said sullenly.

Harry leaned pale on McGonagall's chair, covering his forehead with one hand, "Believe me, if it wasn't for this thing, I wouldn't want to come here either."

McGonagall looked worriedly at Dumbledore in the portrait, and Dumbledore put on his glasses seriously, "Long time no see, Harry."

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry smiled gently, he really missed this great headmaster very much.

"It hurts again?" Snape couldn't help interrupting as he looked at the disgusting hello of the two.

"Scar?" Dumbledore immediately sat up straight with a serious face.

Harry nodded wearily, "Yes, here it comes again, again, haunting."

"It's impossible." Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to poke out of the portrait.

"Nothing is impossible, Dumbledore." Snape sneered. "This proves that your arrangement was not successful. As for you, Potter," Snape turned to Harry, sarcastically, " Maybe you remember your Occlumency, but I guess your time was spent on your date with Mademoiselle Delacour."

"Hey! I'm not on a date!" Harry snapped back. "No, I don't want to tell you that. I'm trying!"

"No, you're as useless as you were back then, and you killed a lot of people." Snape sneered.

"Severus!" McGonagall yelled.

"Quiet." Dumbledore in the portrait said majestically.

The three people in the office immediately shut up.

"Minerva, what's going on?" Dumbledore looked at McGonagall.

McGonagall took out the veil anxiously and nodded her lips, "Harry's scar has started to hurt for some reason recently, but we have no clue at all, so we hope to be able to connect to Voldemort's brain as before through the form of a dream. But Harry couldn't do it."

"reason."

McGonagall looked anxiously at the former students and the ashen-faced Snape, but decided to tell the truth, "Harry has built an extremely solid Occlumency defense over the years, and Severus is helping him unravel it." This defense."

"How could this be?" Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise.

Harry folded his arms defensively, "That's not the point." Snape sneered mockingly.

Dumbledore was silent, he looked at McGonagall quietly for a while, and then said, "I understand—then I can only reorganize the clues from the past."

"You mean those rotten vegetables that have been chewed to mold?" Snape said sharply.

Dumbledore was not angry, and said with a smile, "Severus, you have become lively."

Harry covered his face with his hands, not daring Snape to see that he was actually smiling. The corners of McGonagall's mouth turned up slightly, and then drooped down immediately, with a serious expression.

Snape's face was completely dark, even ferocious.

Dumbledore didn't speak to Snape any more, but instead said to Harry, "Is it because of Draco?"

The expression on Harry's face froze in an instant, and tears from a snicker still hung on his eyelashes. "Legiliency!" Snape yelled, drawing his wand.

This time he didn't bump into the wall again, but smoothly entered a tidy bathroom.The young Harry Potter didn't wear glasses, panting hard, white mist floated on the smooth mirror surface with his heavy breathing.

"comeon—" He grabbed the sink hard, his eyes closed in pain, and Snape could still see the bulging veins on his forehead.

Slowly, his breathing calmed down, and when he opened his eyes again, there was nothing in the ancient well inside. "Did it work this time?" he whispered to himself.

"It worked, you idiot," Snape said contemptuously, standing behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he was pushed out by a huge force and fell onto Dumbledore's portrait.

The much taller Potter stood up sullenly, holding his famous wand in his hand, "This is a bit too much."

"Harry." Dumbledore called his name softly.

"What?!" Harry yelled.

"Does your scar still hurt?"

Harry immediately covered his scar and squatted on the ground, the pain intensified.Why is Dumbledore just a portrait and can manipulate people so accurately?Harry cursed secretly.

"He's close," Harry hissed.

McGonagall tensed, and Snape gripped his wand tightly. "What else?" Dumbledore coaxed him to say more.

Harry shook his head, "No more." His face slowly returned to normal, and he couldn't sense anything more, "I still can't see anything, I can only feel the distance. Perhaps, his state may be very weak .”

Tom walked in the dark corridor with his hands behind his back. Just now he felt that his brain was touched in a subtle way, and he knew who it was, who defeated his despicable so-called savior.But he didn't get angry or make any impatient actions. The past shame made him learn to wait more patiently, and this feather-light touch also reminded him that he must not be noticed, nor should he be caught by this stupid idiot. The boy sensed any dangerous move from him, and if the filthy half-breed couldn't bear to ask Snape for help, he would fail again.

However, there is only one condition in which he can successfully occupy this body and get real rebirth, that is, the boy's soul is completely destroyed, and the body cannot be too damaged.

This is too difficult.

"Walker, what are you doing here?" The sudden voice made Tom stop.

He turned his head slowly, James Potter, Potter's little boy, are you going to make him the sixth person in Potter's life to die from the death curse?

"Skipping class." Tom said with a smile, recalling Charles Walker's habits and tone.

James inexplicably felt that the poisonous snake had become particularly intrusive, but he couldn't explain why, "Really, as far as I know, there is no class for Slytherin at this time."

"..." Tom paused, "I'm joking." No, a 13-year-old American Muggle will not kill unless he has an evil soul.This means that he will definitely be found.

If only there were dementors.The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

James couldn't help taking half a step back, his back felt cold, why wasn't Dominic Brown scared to death.

Suddenly, Tom thought of a brilliant idea.