Remembrance

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☆、Who Forgot Love

"Dad?" Edward came out at some point, looking at Snape with puzzled eyes.

He had never seen his father like this before, and it was so strange.

"Come." Snape beckoned to Edward, and Edward walked in front of Snape suspiciously.

Snape put his arms around him.

Snape had seldom treated him this intimately, and his treatment of Edward, gentle as he was, was seldom this intimate either.

"Father is in a bad mood?" Edward looked at Snape, if he wasn't in a bad mood, he wouldn't be so depressed.

"Your daddy doesn't remember us," Snape said softly. "I saw him today."

Edward's eyes widened.

"What is... don't remember?"

Not remembering is denying their existence, denying the connection between them, denying those things back then.

Except for them, maybe no one will remember that many years ago, there was a couple who withstood the test of war, held hands tightly in the face of people's incomprehension, and held their hearts firmly in the midst of doubts.

However, except for the people in the original time and space, in this space, no one will know that past...even the parties...negate that past.

"He...he..." Edward opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Doesn't he remember me too, Dad? Doesn't he remember Edward?" he asked anxiously, grabbing Snape's hand.

Snape hugged him tightly and sighed softly.

"I'm sorry, Edward." Why should a child be involved in an adult's business, but Harry has forgotten everything, how can he still remember Edward?

Snape didn't know exactly which link went wrong, but it was a fact that Harry didn't remember them, that strange alienation, not a fake.

"Father..." Edward grabbed Snape's robe, as if he had woken up from a nightmare when he was a child, terrified and helpless.

But at that time Snape could seriously tell him that he shouldn't be scared to cry by these dreams when he grows up, but now he has nothing to do.

Edward had never met Harry, but he looked forward to his other father very much, but now... Harry did not remember him, just like Snape not wanting him, it was an unacceptable blow to Edward.

Snape hugged him tightly.

"Everything will be fine, Edward..." He had been searching for years, and he had said to Edward at that time that we would find him, and many years later, he had said to Edward, that everything would be fine.

I hope Merlin can take care of him again, he can't bear the pain of losing Harry anymore...

In the evening, Tom brought Harry back home, and Harry was cooking.

His eyes are invisible, and the seasonings in the kitchen are placed in a strict order. Sometimes he uses magic to cook. The silent and wandless magic that others may not be able to master after years of study is cooked by him with ease. Cai, if this is seen by those who are not good at learning, they don't know whether they will die of shame or accept his behavior.

Harry's wand had been lost for many years and he hadn't found a new one. Although little Harry's wand also responded in his hand, Harry insisted that little Harry's wand should not be touched by him.

In fact, wands are just like people. It is really important to treat your wand well. Harry is only in the second year, so he shouldn't give his wand to another person who can resonate with him.

So Harry hasn't looked for a wand all these years. He is like a Muggle, living comfortably in this Muggle residential area.

When little Harry first moved in, because he couldn't learn to control his magic power, and his health was not good, the magic power riots were very frequent. During that time, Harry often used magic and often went in and out of Diagon Alley and the flip-flops. Back alley, Harry's health recovered later, and he resumed his Muggle life.

"Huh?" Harry could smell the aroma of food when he came in, his eyes lit up, "Uncle is cooking?"

Uncle cooks delicious food, but his eyesight is bad. Under the restraint of him and Tom, he seldom does it himself. They don't care about it when they go to school, but they will definitely drive uncle aside when they come back, but Harry is still very nervous. I like to eat the dishes made by my uncle.

Tom smelled the smell of food in the house, and snorted: "I probably ate all the desserts."

Harry laughed: "Who let you know that uncle will not consciously look at his mouth and stuff his mouth when he loses his focus, and you made that big dessert yourself, who is to blame."

"Is it my fault for making snacks for you guys?" Tom pinched his cheek, "If that's the case, then no snacks this summer."

Harry let out a howl.

"Tom Tom, I was wrong, I was wrong..." He hugged Tom coquettishly, and accidentally pushed Tom down on the sofa. Before Tom could struggle, Harry threw himself on top of him, "Don't be angry, Tom ..."

Tom was pressed by him, and his head was always rubbed against him, and he couldn't vent his anger no matter how loud he was.

"Get up." He patted Harry on the shoulder, but Harry just leaned on him and refused to get up.

"You're still acting like a baby at such a grown-up?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

"Tom doesn't like it?" Harry imitated him and raised his eyebrows, but the same gesture appeared on Tom with a kind of careless elegance, but when it appeared on Harry, it was only as cute as a cat with its fur frowned.

Tom didn't say a word, just wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders and pulled them into his arms.

As for Harry, this was their favorite action since childhood, so he nestled in Tom's arms without getting up.

When Harry brought out the food, he did feel that there were still people in the room, but it was a pity that the two people didn't speak, so he shook his head: "Hurry up and eat, what does it look like nestled in the sofa."

He never said anything about the snacks, and Tom didn't let him down.

Tom took a shot on Harry's buttocks, and Harry let out a cry of "Aww", jumped down in a hurry, gave Tom a reproachful look, and ran to Harry's side in a hurry, barely letting Harry fall plate in hand.

"You two..." Harry patted Harry's head in a gentle manner, without reproach, his tone contained pampering, "Come over for dinner."

Sticking out his tongue, Harry helped Harry carry the plate to the table.

"Where's Aurora?"

"Going out to forage." Harry put the plate away, "It is said that he prefers the food he caught with his own hands to the food we prepared."

"He'll be back later, don't worry." Tom pulled Harry to his side.

"Do you have a favorite broom?" Harry asked, remembering the purpose of Harry and Tom going out today.

"Although the waiter bragged about the broom, I haven't tried it yet." Harry said helplessly, "But apart from not having a test flight, everything else is pretty good."

"What does Tom think?"

Tom snorted, but didn't answer.

"Uncle, don't pay attention to him." Harry blinked, "This guy just passed the flying class, and he hasn't ridden a flying broom a few times, so he definitely doesn't know how to tell a good broom from a bad one."

Harry laughed out loud. It was rare for him to tease his own child once. Tom usually looked like a grown-up. Only Harry knew his situation, but even if he knew his situation, Harry hoped that Tom would act like a child. After all, from the very beginning, they hoped that Tom would get rid of Voldemort and start his new life.

"Dad." Tom looked a little annoyed, but he just gave Harry a look and didn't say anything else.

"How was the teacher's meeting today, Dad." It's hard to get poked, and Tom tried to change the subject.

"It's okay, many people think the headmaster is crazy, and I think the headmaster thinks so too." Harry couldn't help laughing when he thought of what happened at Hogwarts before.

"Huh?" Harry hadn't heard the news before, and he was a little surprised when he heard the two talking about it, "What teacher's meeting?"

"Uncle will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester, do you think the headmaster is crazy?" Harry asked him jokingly.

Reflexively, Harry nodded ignorantly, and then almost called out: "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester?" Uncle?

Harry nodded.

"But uncle can't see." Harry said distressedly, "I'm very happy, but in this case, isn't uncle very hard?

Harry smiled comfortably.

Why didn't he know his situation, and it would be very inconvenient to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. When Dumbledore saw him, he bet that Dumbledore must have been frightened.

It really took a lot of effort for him to get Dumbledore to hire him.

The gentle-spoken, wise-thinking old man had a sharp eye for people. He said, "I hope my decision can bring new hope to Hogwarts."

In recent years, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts has almost never started. It is said that after the new Aurors enter the Auror side, they need to re-train their knowledge on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Dumbledore seemed to be pinning Hogwarts' hopes on him.

It's really puzzling.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the headmaster finds a suitable person, it will be fine. Uncle is only teaching temporarily." Harry said.

"They'll like you." Tom looked at Harry. "You see better than anyone, Uncle."|

"It's rare that Tom in our family can praise people." Harry laughed, "I hope I don't disappoint your expectations."

Harry didn't know what charades these two were playing, he just knew that his uncle was coming to teach at Hogwarts next term, so he and Tom wouldn't have to worry about Harry not taking care of themselves at home.

On September [-]st of this year, ten extraordinary days are destined.

The author has something to say: o(*￣▽￣*)o I will keep my word

☆, whose father

It seems that every year when the school starts, there will be a rain in the school. Harry followed Tom into the lobby. Tom tidied his wet clothes before pushing him and letting him walk to the Gryffindor location to go.

Harry was a little reluctant, but obediently walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Hey Harry," Hermione and Ron had been in the same car, but they couldn't find Harry, so they guessed that Harry had cast a spell. "How was your summer vacation?" Hermione asked.

"Very happy." Harry replied with a smile, "And you will have a surprise later."

Hermione raised an eyebrow in response.

"I don't know who our Defense Against the Dark Arts is this year." Ron looked at the vacant teacher's seat, a little worried, "Don't be like last year."

Last year's Professor Quirrell was recognized as an idiot.

"Don't worry, Ron." Harry blinked, looking a little sly, "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts will be very interesting."

"Oh?" Hermione looked at Harry, "You seem to know something, Harry."

Harry smiled: "Secret!"

On the other side, at the long Slytherin table, Draco clearly noticed Edward's restlessness.

"Edward?" Draco pushed Edward, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, really," Edward said, but his eyes were still on the teacher's seat.

As the professors arrived one after another, someone finally took the vacant Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's seat.

There was a commotion underneath.

Young, gentle and handsome.

This is the children's first impression of this professor. There is no doubt that this first impression is very important. He is much better than Quirrell, but soon, people noticed that his eyes were closed.

Draco found Edward staring at the man intently.

"Harry." Ron looked at the people on the teacher's seat in surprise, "Isn't that your uncle?"

Harry smiled and nodded.

"But your uncle..." Ron looked at Harry who was seated hesitantly. At this time, many people had already noticed that something was wrong with the new professor.

"Ron, uncle is more suitable for this position than anyone else." Harry said firmly.

Ron was skeptical.

Many students began to chatter, and Edward was indeed watching him almost fascinated.

The man was different from the one drawn by his father, he looked very gentle, without glasses - of course, he couldn't see, so he didn't need to wear them - he had no scars, he should have heard the discussions around him, but he was very calm and didn't know what to do Cuo, was talking about something with the principal with great interest.

Dad was sitting next to him, but he didn't look at Dad.

Yes, he doesn't remember us.

Edward looked a little gloomy.

Why doesn't Daddy remember us?why?

Edward looked at Harry and asked silently.

And Tom noticed his look and frowned slightly.

Edward what's going on?

Just when the discussion was getting louder, Professor McGonagall walked in with the freshmen.

Sorting is actually a very fun process. Watching the first-year freshmen anxiously waiting for the decision of the sorting hat, their future colleges are in the "hands" of the sorting hat.

Many students even stumble while walking.

Harry heard these voices, even though the hall was very noisy, but his hearing was very keen.

"These kids have real life," Harry said to Albus with a chuckle.

"Yes, I feel the same way." Albus replied with a smile. "You know, I like these energetic children."

"Because they're cute and sincere," Harry exclaimed.

"Exactly, I suppose you like them too, don't you?" said Dumbledore.

"Yes, I like them very much," Harry replied, "I hope they like me too."

"You shouldn't worry at all, Harry." Albus laughed. "You have a magical power that no one can resist. They long to be friends with you. Believe me, it only takes less than three time of day."

"I hope so."

During the conversation between Harry and Albus, the sorting ended, and Albus stood up and said the same welcome speech. Of course, these so-called "cookies" were actually shortened by him a lot, but some precautions are to save no.

"Okay, I think you all guessed that this year's professor team has changed a bit. We have welcomed a new professor, Professor Harry Evans, who will take over the position of Professor Quirrell." Dumbledore He said, "But you probably guessed that Professor Evans has a little problem with his eyes, but believe me, he is not inferior to any of the professors present."

The bottom exploded in an instant. If it was still a guess before, now the guess is basically confirmed.

The new professor, the eyes really can't see.

"Is he crazy!" Draco said angrily, "Let a blind man teach us, what can we learn, braille!"

Slytherin's complexion was not pretty. Tom listened to the surrounding discussions and sneered: "I don't know when Slytherin started to see a person only by appearance."

His voice was not loud, but loud enough for the whole Slytherin to hear clearly.

Almost everyone looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Tom sneered: "Slytherin's rules teach us to learn to judge the authenticity of things, not to be confused by appearances, this is true for things, and even more so for people. There are many of you who have been punished by the dean, but now look Come on, the dean needs to make you copy it a few more times so that you can remember these rules, right?"

"Drawing conclusions just because of the surface, my father will be annoyed by it." No one thought that Edward would actually stand by Tom's side.

The whole Slytherin was shocked.

You know, Edward has always been on good terms with Malfoy, and he is lukewarm to the first-year chief. No one thought that at this time, he would actually speak for Tom.

"Edward?" Draco looked at him in surprise, Edward has been looking strange since just now, what's wrong?

"Let's wait and see, children." On the teacher's seat, Dumbledore tried to suppress the children's voices, "Believe me, it was a pleasant experience to have a class with Professor Evans."

"I'm fine, Draco," Edward said.At this time, Dumbledore announced the start of the meal, and Edward held the pumpkin juice in front of his eyes, "I'm fine, I just have a good impression of this professor, really." He said, he saw the man drink He drank the pumpkin juice in the glass, he seemed to like it very much, and Edward could see a hint of satisfaction in the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You have a good impression of him?" Draco looked at him incredulously, "Are you sure you're really okay?"

"I'm looking forward to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class," Edward said, "I'm curious to know, I mean, since Dumbledore trusts him, he must be very capable, and I'm curious to know how he will take the class, real."

He tried to pour pumpkin juice into his mouth. The taste of pumpkin juice was not very good, but Daddy liked it, and Edward wanted to try the taste very much.

Edward kept looking at Harry, but unfortunately the other party was just chatting with Dumbledore. He saw his father interrupting occasionally, but every time he answered, the smile on his face was alienated and formulaic.

"He doesn't remember us." He remembered what his father had said to him before,

"Will he think of us?" Edward asked his father at the time, but his father just hugged him tightly and didn't speak.

At least we found him, didn't we?

Edward thought bitterly.

I can be a good student, let him be close to me, maybe he'll think of me, maybe he treats me like I treat him, maybe I'm a different kind.

Daddy will like me, right?

The opening banquet ended, and the students left one after another.

"Tom, where are you going?" Seeing that Tom was about to leave the Slytherin team, since he was the head, the year head asked with a frown.

"I'm sorry chief," Tom saluted, "I need to ask my dad if he needs help, you know, his eyes are not very good."

Everyone froze in place because of his words.

Tom's... father?

Edward was even more stunned.

At this time, the student had almost left, and he saw that the savior of Gryffindor also stayed behind, and then he saw Riddle and Potter walking towards the new professor.

"Dad," he heard Riddle say, "how are you feeling? Maybe you don't mind me and Harry visiting your bedroom."

"Uncle," the young savior clung to the professor, "I saw that you didn't eat much for dinner."

"I like the pumpkin juice at Hogwarts." Harry said with a smile, "Okay, I'm fine, you go back to your dormitory to rest, Tom, I remember you guys have something to do later?"

"Dad, at least let me know that you have returned to the dormitory safely." Tom said with a sigh, "You must know that the terrain of Hogwarts is very complicated, especially those stairs that like to play tricks."

"Okay, okay, so how about I let Harry accompany me? He watched me go to rest with his own eyes." Harry had no choice but to say this to his son.

Tom nodded and returned to the Slytherin team.

Then they watched professors and students pass by and smiled politely at them.

Edward felt his hands tremble.

Obviously that was his father, obviously that was his father!

The author has something to say: I am so tired. I coded more than 1 codes today. I originally planned to update it in a few days, but I felt that it was not bad, and I noticed that the comments passed 20, which means I am satisfied, so I opened it immediately. Document codeword.

I don’t know when the next chapter will be o(*￣▽￣*)o, but the author can say that if there are comments, the author will be elated, and then he will be keen to continue to abuse you (hey, hey), cough, well, I admit that I am Cheat comments with updates, ╮(╯▽╰)╭

After coding this chapter, I am exhausted, go to sleep, bird OTZ

☆、Who can't sleep at night

Edward followed everyone back to the Slytherin lounge in a daze.

The lounge was as quiet as ever, but everyone looked at Tom with a little puzzlement.

Tom's name was Riddle, but the new teacher's name was Evans.

Even Draco didn't know that the Savior's mother had been named Evans before she married.

Daddy dropped Potter's surname and chose Evans'.

But why is this so.

Edward held hands, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

He and his father have been looking for Daddy for so many years, why would Daddy become someone else's father?Could it be that Daddy is already married?So what will he and dad do?Is their search for so many years coming to an end here?

He was not reconciled, it was obviously his father, they had the same blood flowing through them, it was his daddy, why did it become like this?Why?

Snape came to Slytherin for a routine lecture, but everyone could feel that he was absent-minded. The content of his lecture was very similar to that of the previous year, even vaguely formulaic.

Tom looked at the scene in the lounge with cold eyes. Edward was Professor Snape's son, but he spoke for his father just now. Even Professor Snape looked strange. Could it be that all this has something to do with his father?

"Also, I would like to ask everyone to pay attention." Snape looked at these little snakes with different expressions, and his voice was whispering as always, "About the arrival of the new professor."

Everyone was attracted by his dean. You know, even if a new professor appeared in the past, he would not specifically remind them of anything. Now it seems that this professor is special?

"Maybe your new professor does have some minor flaws, but as long as you are not stupid, then you should know that it doesn't matter what minor flaws he has, what matters is whether his abilities are better than your previous professors."

In other words, are you warning them not to mess around?

"There are some changes in this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, because of the small problems you teach, so each grade's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is taught together, I hope, in front of the students of the other three colleges , you better maintain your manners."

The Slytherins looked at each other two by two, extremely surprised by the news Snape brought.

The students of the four colleges add up to say more, say less, and say a whole grade together, is it really okay?

It is obvious that the focus of the dean today is to warn them to pay attention to their words and deeds. What is the background of this new professor to be protected by the dean?

Tom frowned.

He also has the same doubts about this. The dean is obviously protecting his father, but do they know each other?

But according to what he knew about the dean and the rumors he heard, he felt that Professor Snape would not be someone who would easily defend someone, unless the person was really important to him.

The Slytherins were a little confused because of Snape's "teaching", and it took them a while to realize that the lecture was over.

"Now start the competition for chief." The grade chief of the seventh grade stood up, starting from the chief of the grade, and going down one level at a time. Even if he was defeated, he would still preside over the competition until the end. He will step down after the game is over.

The head of the grade ranks at the very beginning, and it must start when everyone is most energetic to ensure that their level can be fully utilized.

Snape sat aside, Edward was not far from him, lowered his head, not knowing what to think.

Both father and son were obviously absent-minded today, and they didn't pay much attention to the chief match.

Half an hour later, a boy in the fifth grade defeated the original head of the grade. It was probably because of that person's deliberate mischief. After all, the main task of the seventh grade was bigger than the graduation exam. If he had been the head of the grade all the time, he would be distracted.

Regardless of whether it was really powerless or let the water go, it is a fact that the boys in the fifth grade defeated him. If no one comes out to challenge, then the grade leader will be settled.

However, just when everyone thought the dust had settled, a lazy voice sounded: "Maybe the senior is willing to allocate some time for me to try to challenge the challenge."

Everyone followed the sound and found the owner of the sound.

Tom Riddle.

The second-year student, who has only studied the course for one year, wants to challenge the fifth-year wizard.

Everyone thought he was crazy.

Everyone was talking, and even Snape frowned.

He still doesn't know what happened in the auditorium, he still doesn't know about Tom calling Harry's father, but out of concern for him, he just thinks that Riddle makes him very concerned.

In fact, Tom's idea couldn't be simpler.

He just didn't want others to talk about his father anymore. Although he had the dean's warning, it was hard to guarantee that these people would not talk about it. He didn't like others to slander his father. If it was a compliment, then he would be very happy.

In any case, tonight's grade leader, he must win.

Tom stepped into the vacant seat and saluted his opponent, elegantly and casually.

He is like a perfect aristocrat, his behavior is the interpretation of what is elegant.

It's just that when he moved, he looked like a poisonous snake aiming at its prey and starting to attack, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Every spell is extremely precise, and the speed at which each spell is launched is overwhelming. Every spell is not black magic, but if it is hit, it is enough to lose the ability to hold the wand.

He performed even better than in the first grade.

Fifteen minutes later, his opponent was knocked unconscious, not life-threatening, just the simplest stun spell, he escaped the previous spell, but was brought down by the simple stun week.

The Slytherins swallowed.

This is not a second-year student, this is the fighting level of the fifth or even sixth grade.

Who taught him?Riddle's classes are the same as theirs. He usually likes to read books, but most of the time is said to be mixed with the savior of Gryffindor. How can he have so much time to master these spells? ?

You know, the two concepts of learning the spell and mastering the spell, if you learn it, you may make a mistake, but if you master it, you can use the spell in a hundred turns of your mind, and the effect will appear just after the spell is finished.

Obviously everyone's courses are the same, but he...

Inexplicably, people thought of the new professor.

Did he teach it?

Many people secretly gasped. They can raise a 12-year-old child to such an extent. Can they still say that the person is blind and equivalent to a waste?

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" The former grade chief took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"I'll do it." As soon as he finished speaking, Edward stood up. He had already grasped his wand, and his eyes were fixed on Tom. Everyone noticed that something was wrong with him.

What's going on this year, a second-year student came to compete for the first grade, and also successfully defeated the fifth-grade student, it is obvious that Tom already has the strength to compare with the fifth-grade students, so what about Edward?

It is impossible for Edward to be overwhelmed when he knows Tom's ability. In this case, does it mean that Edward is always hiding his clumsiness?

"Then, let's begin." The former grade chief said with deep thought.

Both Edward and Tom saluted briefly, and then moved.

The magic spell, walking speed, and eyes are all crucial points in this competition.

Edward was looking for Tom's weakness, and Tom was doing the same.

Edward really hid his clumsiness, he seemed so comfortable under Tom's offensive, Draco looked at Edward, and deeply understood that he had already been pulled away by Edward.

Edward knew that he was impulsive tonight, and that his father was watching by his side. It was very likely that he would be severely taught by his father later, but he couldn't calm down.

He couldn't find the father he could not ask for, and became someone else's father, and that person might even be married and have his own family.

So what should he do?What should he and dad do?

"There are many obstacles."

"Blade."

Gradually, that competition seemed to have completely turned into a duel, and that level was definitely not in the range of the second grade or even the fifth grade. Everyone looked at this open space filled with gunpowder smoke, and always felt that the two of them seemed to have shaped each other. Out of a battlefield.

When everyone didn't understand what was going on, the two of them tried their best for a chief competition.

However, although Edward's ability is higher than that of his peers, he is facing Riddle.

Riddle's magic power was limited by Harry. Although he was only slightly better than his peers at the moment, in his memory, he had mastered many more spells than Edward, and he even had more than ten years of experience than Edward.

Edward lost in the end, exhausted and unwilling to lose.

But he ended up just silently walking over to Snape's side and sitting down, still panting.

The original grade chief announced Tom as the newest grade chief. This time, the battle for the grade chief was the longest in recent years, and it took a full hour and a half.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night.

After such a decisive battle, the subsequent chief contest seemed so dull, Edward sat beside Snape, no one dared to look over.

Snape thought that Edward's impulsiveness tonight was just to express Harry's sadness that he couldn't remember him. He didn't think that Edward was competing with Tom. He patted Edward's back lightly, but Edward didn't respond.

Nearly midnight, the competition for chief ended. Because it was too late, the speech of the new chief was omitted, and Tom sent everyone back to sleep.

Edward shook his head at Snape, and left in a daze.

The author has something to say: In fact, you all misunderstood the professor ←_← If you really read the article carefully, you will find that the professor was tricked by Daha _(:3」∠)_ But it seems that no one found out ╮( ╯▽╰)╭

Someone asked me if I would have time to update Ji Yi after I opened a new pit_(:3」∠)_ Don’t you think I’ve been more diligent in updating Ji Yi since I opened a new pit?╭(′▽`)╯

The pit of hp+twilight is just to save manuscripts, save manuscripts, don’t worry~(￣▽￣~) I’ll at least finish the romance before opening a new pit, so don’t worry, don’t worry, remembering is at least once a week, o(*￣ ▽￣*)o really

☆, the morning light is just right

On the second day, the change of Slytherin's position attracted some people's attention. The freshmen might not know what happened, but the old students knew about Slytherin's head system.The position Tom now sat was exactly where the Head of Slytherin House should be.

But Tom is only a second-grade student and has only learned magic for one year!

Almost those who knew the chief system couldn't believe their eyes, the position of Slytherin was temporarily transferred, right?Otherwise why would Tom Riddle be able to sit