HP Systematic Seaver

At this time, another trace was found near the window, a vampire had been there.

Tom was dizzy all of a sudden, what happened to his little Prince.

He hastily raised his wand and analyzed it carefully. It turned out that a vampire snatched the child before the teleportation array took effect.

Tom was so angry that he rushed to the vampire's castle at once.

It's a pity that he went at the wrong time, and finally found the place but there was no one there. It took him a long time to realize that old Duke Drago had lost his temper and went to rest. The young vampires had all run away, and none of them were there.

Tom had no choice but to keep searching, and finally found the clue after all kinds of difficulties. There were magic traces in the teleportation array and the vampire pointing to the north.

At this time, Tom hadn't slept all night, exhausted his magic, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, and summoned a broom to follow the traces of magic.

The wind was howling high in the air, the broom was uncomfortable to sit on, and he was tired and hungry, and Tom complained about the brat as he flew.

Especially this child is only nine years old this year.

Tom thought, what was he doing when he was nine years old, it seemed that he was a good boy at that time, he worked as soon as he was asked to work seriously, and was even bullied in the orphanage, he was still obedient and honest, and I haven't been out of the house all day.

That little boy Prince, what the hell is he doing, how did he toss himself so far away, and provoked a room full of powerful wizards from Germany, and also ran into a vampire, and entered the territory of Draco , In the end, he even ran out all the way to the north. This is already North Germany.

Tom thought viciously in his heart, when he finds his boy, he must be taught a good meal, and then he will take him back to the manor immediately, and the child will stay at home obediently. I stayed in the bedroom, and the next door was the study room, and a children's activity room was set up next door. In the future, Prince's range of activities will be there. This child is too good at running, so he must be trained well.

However, Tom still didn't estimate his boy's energy. When he ran all the way, a tower appeared on the horizon, and Tom almost fell down with his mouth wide open without any preparation.

oh my god.

What is this place.

This is Nurmengard.

How his little Prince got himself to this place.

Tom flew close, just as the old devil was standing at the window looking out.

Their eyes meet.

This is the first meeting between the first generation Dark Lord and the second generation Dark Lord.

They all expressed dissatisfaction afterwards.

Every time Tom thinks about it, he remembers that he was tired and hungry, his face was not good, his hair was flying all night, his clothes looked like a typhoon had passed through, and he was tired and weak.

It's almost impossible to see people.

Gellert knew that he was old and frail now, his hair was pale, his skinny, and his face was old. He had never been so bad.

The two Dark Lords looked at each other, wondering why they met.

No way, according to the original development, their first and last meeting should take place 27 years later, and they will never die. Now it is ahead of schedule, and of course it will be very hasty.

The two demon kings were speechless for a moment.

After a while, the wind blew, whistling Tom's clothes on the broom.

Then Gellert reacted and stepped out of the window, and Tom hurriedly leaned down and flew in.

As soon as Tom was in the room, he jumped down from the broom, adjusted his clothes, and assumed a calm demeanor as quickly as possible.

Gellert found a chair and sat down, looking at the young man.

Feeling more and more wrong.

At this time, Tom had slowed down and returned to normal, and his high-ranking temperament immediately radiated outward, and immediately stabbed Gellert in the eye.

The Dark Lord and the Dark Lord are of the same kind, and it is impossible not to feel the same kind of breath.

Gellert was startled, what is going on, why is it that only 20 years have passed, and there is another young man who looks like him in the world. When I flipped through it in a hurry, the British seemed to be making troubles among the nobles.

Gellert looked at Tom, could it be that there is also a Dark Lord in England.

He answered him unceremoniously from the bottom of his heart, come on, you know that there is actually such a possibility, Britain was the only big country that was not occupied in World War II, and all the corrupt nobles in other countries were wiped out, so there is still have.So there could be a war there.

Gellert shook his head in his heart, but their wizarding world has been peaceful for 1000 years.How is it so easy to break.Besides, he is very clear that there has been no world war in this world for nearly a hundred years.

The voice in my heart said, it's not impossible, maybe it's just the domestic turmoil in the UK, after all, it's time for them to make a breakthrough in the millennium.

Gellert thought for a while, then thought of Hitler, and finally he made a deduction, whether Britain will fail in the same tragic breakthrough as Germany, has a lot to do with the leader's nerves.

So Tom suddenly noticed that Gellert was looking at him with a strange look, which seemed to be looking at his nerves, and Tom couldn't sit still.

Finally Gellert asked him to sit down, poured a glass of cold water, and began talking in the cell.

He was also sure that the old devil's magic had been sealed.But what about little Prince.

Tom was absent-mindedly rambling on polite words.

At this time in Bucharest, little Sif took the door key and landed outside the door of his hotel. He let out a sigh of relief and planned to go back to his room.

As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he heard a few whistles, but it was the gypsy children who were hiding behind the wall and looking at him.

Little Sif walked over suspiciously, but the children nervously looked around and pulled him into a corner.

He was very strange but before he could speak, the gypsy child rushed up and started talking in a hurry.

"How dare you show up, you don't know, it's all spread."

What, little Sev blinked.

The oldest of the gypsy children began to explain that after little Sif disappeared that day, the agents of the United Kingdom and the United States could not find anyone, and then issued a wanted warrant, which was scattered all over the city. Now he only needs to go out. They must be sent to lock up.

Little Sif didn't understand, he didn't do anything.But the gypsy kids kept emphasizing that this time the intensity was particularly strong.

Before he could figure it out, he was dragged to the gypsy camp and stuffed into the caravan. The gypsy mother-in-law he cured last time was waiting for him. on, and then put on a big hat.

At this moment, little Sif felt that the matter was more serious than he had imagined.

He had no choice but to temporarily cover his bright red and purple beautiful ethnic cloak and a small gypsy hat decorated with many feathers and flowers, and honestly nestled in the caravan waiting for news.

Fortunately, the gypsies were well-informed. After all, they sang and performed in various squares and taverns all day long. They quickly told little Sif that this was serious. A group of British agents and many Americans were hunting for them. , it seems that they heard a conversation of a small British clerk who was drinking that this time some kind of suspicion of wiretapping was involved.

Little Sif thought in distress, what to do with this.

At this time in Nurmengard, the two demon kings confirmed that little Sif has safely returned to Bucharest. Tom got up and was about to leave when he heard Grindelwald say, "Although what I want to say may be rash and does not conform to any social conventions." , but I still want to ask, what happened to your facial features."

Tom was in a hurry to leave, and said in a sharp tone, "It's ruined."

Grindelwald remained silent, silently thinking about what kind of magic would cause such great damage to a person's appearance, and Grindelwald wondered if a person who loathes his own face like this is also a kind of nerve.

Things are quite intriguing.

☆, ceremony

This is the day when the International Mathematical Olympiad will be awarded this year, but the fly in the ointment is that the young British contestant who won No.1 this time asked for leave because of acclimatization. He is currently bedridden, and the accompanying butler will accept the award instead.

The British made a difficult decision. At first, they wanted to publicly announce that the young contestant was suspected of espionage, and then searched extensively, but this young contestant was the first prize. Has the UK ever won this award?Never, how could they refuse such an honor.

So there was the matter of the young player falling ill.

At the beginning of the awards ceremony, the butler sat among a group of young boys, next to him were No.2 and No.3, young contestants from the Soviet Union and Ukraine respectively.The housekeeper, who had been cautious all his life, found himself so close to the red elements, and his whole body tensed up.

The butler took out a small handkerchief to wipe his sweat, straightened his collar, and looked out the window in order to ease his emotions.Outside is the square of the city hall, where there are many people.

A flute sounded, and he saw many gypsies coming to the square, men sitting down and playing guitars, young women in bright skirts dancing around the square with bells in their hands, young boys and Little girls are huddled in a group playing flute and harmonica.

Mr. Butler, as an orthodox old-fashioned conservative British, he doesn't like to be so close to the little redheads around him, and he doesn't like those gypsies who have been expelled from the UK long ago, but comparing the two, he thinks they are still gypsies. Sai was better than the Soviets, so he got up and went to the window.

The window of the hall was above the square, and the butler poked his head out to watch the gypsies dance, and felt that he was enjoying it too.

At this time, he saw the group of gypsy children huddled together playing musical instruments, and the boy playing the flute seemed to be very pleasing to the eye.

Like the other children, this boy was wearing a beautifully embroidered gypsy flower hat, but the brim of the hat was a little wide and slanted down to cover the upper half of his face, and his long black hair hung down from both sides of the brim. An embroidered jacket, black with wide embroidered hems, a pair of black breeches, stockings looped up and decorated with embroidery and ribbons at the top, and a pair of polished black shoes on the feet. leather shoes.The little boy was playing the flute seriously with his head down, and he seemed to have never raised his eyes.

The housekeeper thinks this child is very pleasing to the eye, and the gypsy children around are too crazy, looking around, this child has a very stable temperament.

He decided to go down and put a silver coin or something after the ceremony was over.

But at this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder. It turned out to be an MI5 clerk. The man nodded into his eyes, and pointed to the corner under the square seriously.

Only then did the housekeeper see a figure standing there, in the corner, out of place with the singing and dancing in the middle of the square, and the man was actually wearing a black cloak in broad daylight, completely wrapped up.

The housekeeper and MI5 estimated that the person in the black cloak was tall, so the possibility of being an Islamic woman was ruled out. In this world, apart from Islamic women, all men wrapped in cloaks probably had problems.

The agent said in a low voice: "He suddenly appeared there just now, I hardly saw it, maybe his footsteps were too light and too fast, I almost didn't notice it."

At this time, they heard the sound of music playing in the hall, the awards ceremony was about to begin, the mayor had already stepped forward to give a speech, the butler and the agents had to leave the window and take their places.

Neither he nor the agents saw it. When the music started to speak from the mayor, a gypsy mother-in-law in the square raised her head and looked at the clock tower, then nodded to the gypsy man beside him, who immediately raised her head. The guitar was plucked down vigorously, and an extraordinarily intense tune was played. The postures of the dancing women became more and more wild, and they pulled the tourists around to start dancing.

The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter.

But at this time the gypsy children left quietly, and the boy playing the flute quietly entered the city hall through a side door, and then they looked around and hurriedly put the musical instruments from their side He took out a black coat.

Little Sif was relieved at this moment. He took off the embroidered national-style wide-brimmed hat on his head, took the overcoat and wrapped it up, put on a pair of trousers, combed his hair, and took the tie and put it on.

An idyllic gypsy boy playing the flute, little Sif, has become today's Mr. Snape, a small society elite in suits and leather shoes who won the first prize in the Mathematical Olympiad.

While the guard at the door was dragged to dance by the gypsy woman, little Sif went to the hall alone.

He leaned against the door silently, estimating the time.

At this time, the mayor's speech in the hall had ended, and Mr. Steward stood up, preparing to go on stage with the Soviet boy and the Polish boy to receive the trophy.

With a slamming sound, the door at the back of the hall opened suddenly. Little Sif straightened up, walked straight onto the stage from behind with a cold face without saying a word, and stood in the place of the first prize.

The people in the hall were shocked.

The British agents, in particular, were in a state of chaos.

Oh my god, is there such an arrogant suspect who actually stepped up to the podium in broad daylight in full view of everyone?

The agents opened their mouths wide and asked themselves how he got in, how he escaped the raids of the previous few days, and why he came back to throw himself into the trap.

At this moment, little Sif looked at everyone looking at him, so he went to the microphone and said in Romanian: "I'm back."

The mayor of Romania was the first to react. He laughed ignorantly. It turned out that the young player who was sick in the UK seemed to have recovered. No, he came here by himself.He nodded with a smile, then picked up the No.1 trophy and handed it to little Sif.

The band played music.

The face of the British is getting worse and worse. This arrogant little suspect is sure that they will not be able to catch him. Of course, they also admit that they really dare not arrest him during the award ceremony. If the ceremony is disrupted, one The shame was thrown abroad, and the two honors were also discredited. Besides, this is a country of the Warsaw Pact. They are not old Americans, but they dare not offend the Soviet Union.

They gritted their teeth and watched Little Sif held up the trophy, followed by the award ceremony for No.2 and No.3.

They just stare.

Little Sif didn't even look at them, but turned to talk to the Polish boy.

The ignorant Soviet boy looked at little Sif, and suddenly said, "The people who came with you look like they want to eat people."

Little Sif said he saw it too.

So he turned his head and gave the steward and the others a hard look. These people have gone crazy, they watched him early in the morning, and he was missing for a few days and they wanted to hunt him down.Really never leave home.

The butler and the agents shrank their necks, and immediately distributed their hands to guard the various exits. The two agents came together on the stage, approaching little Sif from left to right.

The Soviet boy and the Polish boy looked at little Sif suspiciously again, but saw that he remained calm and said nothing happened.

They don't understand people in capitalist countries more and more, and it seems that none of them are right.

It's still socialism.

At this time, the band played the last syllable, and the awards ceremony ended.Little Sif looked around, and two agents approached behind him.

When not to run at this time.

The boys from the Soviet Union and Poland were looking at the approaching British from left to right, but they heard little Sif shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the way." A bottle came out and I sprayed it twice on the left and right.The Soviet boy and the Polish boy hurriedly held their breath, but felt dizzy. When they turned their heads, they found that the two agents had already covered their eyes.

The agents bent down and covered their eyes, but little Sif quickly turned around and jumped off the stage, miraculously avoiding everyone and running into the back door.

Agents approached the back door, but it was empty.

The furious agent stomped his feet vigorously, then picked up the walkie-talkie: "Seal the exit immediately."

A hesitant voice came from the intercom: "Boss, you said, let's go and watch the man in the black cloak downstairs, should we continue?"

"Is there anything strange about that black cloak?"

"No, he's been watching the gypsies dance, and some women are trying to drag him off the stage, dragging him."

It sounded all right, so the agents concentrated on capturing Mr. Snape.

At this time, the singing and dancing in the square was in full swing, and Voldemort, who came in incognito, was complaining in his heart, looking at the gypsy woman who was twisting her waist and circling around him to choose, the woman seemed determined to see him alone. Pull him in and dance.

The gypsy woman shook her thick black curly hair, swayed a large ethnic silk scarf, and the large flowers on her wrist trembled as she turned and brushed against Tom's cloak.

Tom felt like he was going crazy.That out-of-the-ordinary Grindelwald had already dealt a great blow to him. What kind of weird person would pay attention to his appearance? What the old Grindelwald was talking about was how he liked disfigurement, and then he casually mentioned it. Knowing that his little boy would not like such a face.

Voldemort snorted, what he was after was strength, but he was also muttering in his heart.

The first time I met little Sif, his face was still normal, and his appearance was not ruined that Halloween, and then when he made the crown before going to meet Dumbledore at Christmas, he completely distorted his eyes and eyes. Nose, now Tom was thinking to himself, what was going on in his little boy's mind, and he didn't know what to do if he was really frightened.Then he thought that the little boy was only recognized after the second meeting after his disfigurement, so it can be seen that he was indeed completely disfigured.

Tom has never liked his own face. First, he thinks strength is the most important thing. Second, he looks too much like his father. Both father and son have the same face, otherwise his father would not be able to provoke one. Witch, he also encountered some troubles in his early years.

Tom never liked his face, but that has changed now that he has met his little Prince.

Tom began to worry about gain and loss.

So out of some idea, he returned to Romania again, and he got a cloak to cover himself.

But who is going to tell him why wearing a perfect cloak can still attract a dancing woman.

For a moment Tom wanted to throw off the cloak and startle the woman.

He would love to.But reason told him not to cause trouble in irrelevant places.Tom is a year round traveler and he certainly knows what to do.So he waved his hand and retreated in the other direction of the city hall.Tom walked alone to the side of the city hall.

Suddenly he raised his head, and there was a familiar wave of magic, and it turned out that Little Prince/Tom threw the woman away and rushed to the place of the wave.

At this time, in the small door, little Sif took off his black coat, black trousers, and bow tie. He put on a gypsy hat, scratched his hair casually, and heard footsteps behind him, and the agents came to search up.He thought about rushing out of the small door.

Then he slammed his head into Tom's arms outside the door.

Little Sev was a little dazed, he raised his head and saw Tom's eyes.

Tom grinned, finally found you, you can't run away.

And you bumped into it yourself.

Come back with me

☆、Voldemort's house

In the London City Prison, Irene squatted alone in the corner of the confinement room. She had been locked up for several days. There was no sunlight in the cold prison, which made her feel broken.

Her wand had been confiscated since the first Fire Charm attack, and the police thought it was a small flamethrower. She was placed in solitary confinement, and gradually realized that there was really nothing she could do without it.

The police asked her some strange topics, such as the Soviet Union and wiretapping. She couldn't even understand, so she naturally kept silent, but gradually she felt that something was wrong. The police were doubting her ID. Of course she knew that she Without a document, then next, Irene suddenly understood what would happen to a witch if she was found.

Would it be like the Middle Ages to catch a witch without a wand?

She shivered, then hugged herself tightly.

Can Tobia save him, Tobia is also locked up, and Irene understands that her Toby is also incapable this time.

Cold and hungry, she curled up on the bed, and suddenly she thought of a feeling from a long time ago, as if she once had a sense of security being protected. When she was very young, there was a tall and serious figure who always Standing behind her, no matter what she does, right or wrong, as long as she turns her head and sees him, she can return to him and let him solve all problems for her without worrying about anything.

Irene tightened herself, trembling in her sleep, and murmured: "Dad, Mom."

There was silence in the prison, and no one saw a silent figure coming through the wall.

Old Mr. Prince held up his wand, searched from room to room, and finally found his daughter whom he had not seen for many years in the confinement room.

He was looking for props with blood in one hand, and both hands trembled when he saw his daughter.

He never thought that his daughter would have such a miserable life.

He just found the nearest place based on the props, a dilapidated and terrible city called Spider's End Alley, old Mr. Prince couldn't believe that his daughter would live in such a place, such an old block, surrounded by factories that were emitting exhaust gas and polluted river water, his daughter has lived these years in an old dilapidated house here.

The old Mr. Prince couldn't figure out why it was like this, how could his daughter be so bad, wasn't she very good when I went to see it last time, the house has a small building, a small garden, and a maid.What the hell is going on.

He walked into Spider's End with trembling hands, but there was no one there, his daughter was nowhere to be seen, and his grandson Severus was never seen.

Could it be that something happened, he activated the props again, and finally found the prison late at night, and saw that his daughter was locked up as a prisoner.

Old Mr. Prince was shocked, because of his weakness, he even felt dizzy for a while.Why is his daughter like this.

He thought of the letter left by his daughter. Didn't she say that she had gone to find happiness? Didn't she say that her father was the biggest stumbling block for her to find happiness, and after that, Irene really lived a very happy life.

What's wrong with everything.

Mr. Prince doesn't understand. Of course he can't imagine that the world of ordinary people is not as good as the magic world. There are economic crises, wars, and too many twists and turns. An economic crisis can make the seemingly indestructible The middle class was destroyed overnight.Of course he wouldn't know.

Old Mr. Prince looked in front of him, and then fell into self-blame. He should have taken his daughter back to the castle and prevented her from marrying this man. He should have persuaded his daughter to try the young man he and his wife found, maybe In this way, the daughter will not be reduced to such a situation.

In the silent prison, the old Mr. Prince fell into self-blame.He shouldn't have let his daughter marry this guy.

He should have taken his daughter.

But suddenly old Mr. Prince hesitated.

He thought of his grandson Severus.The son of the Muggle man, who had the face of his little grandson, the hair and eyes of Prince, the nose and chin of Snape, and even better gifts from himself, the child was The Prince family and the Snape family are mixed, keeping the blood of both sides.

Could he take away his daughter? This marriage is already a fact, and he also has a child with blood from both parties. Thinking about his smart and cute little grandson, Mr. Old Prince realized that his daughter's marriage was not what he thought The useless should be discarded.

The marriage produces a child, and it is the child that gives the marriage its value.Even for the sake of his little grandson, he should try to re-examine his daughter's marriage with his wife.

Of course, the most urgent task is how to save her daughter.

Old Mr. Prince thought for a while, and left the prison quietly.

At this moment in Voldemort's manor, two people appeared spinning.

Little Sif was held by Tom's arm in a dizzy state, and the taste of the cross-country door keys was particularly dizzy, making him dizzy for a while.

Tom took him to bed, lit the lamp, and locked the gate of the manor.

The cross-border door key was extremely dizzy, and it took several minutes for little Sif to barely raise his head this time.

Then he saw that Tom was standing with his back to him, and he was still wearing a black cloak.Even the head was covered.

Little Sif was very strange. Tom seemed to be covering his face, which seemed very abnormal.So he sat up and asked, "What's the matter with you, Tom."

Tom was still looking at the window, but didn't look back.He beckons little Sif to drink the milk on the bookcase, and little Sev reaches for the milk when he notices that Tom has turned the other way, so that his back is facing him.

There must be something wrong with this.Little Sif took the milk and walked slowly behind Tom. Tom was covered by a hood, so little Sif looked silently and decided to go around in front of him.

Tom continued to turn around silently, still facing the little boy with his back, and walked to the desk in a disguised manner.

Little Sif was sure this time that there must be something wrong with Tom.He continued to ask, "Tom, what's wrong with you?"

Tom shook his head, he felt that his current temper was unreasonable.

But what old Grindelwald said just now is still in my mind, do you think your appearance is really not scary.

Tom said in his heart that he didn't care about looks.But he was muttering what Prince was thinking.

At this time, little Sev finally couldn't bear it anymore, he forced himself to go around in front of Tom, and pulled the hood behind him.

Tom erred sideways.

Little Sif's hands froze in the air, and his eyes looked at him in surprise.

Tom looked at the little boy, and then said to himself, forget it, he can't cover his face all his life, this damned wrong emotion of worrying about gains and losses must be thrown away immediately, he is the future Dark Lord, not some young man.

So he shook off his cloak and pointed to his nose.

"what do you think."

Little Sif stared at him wide-eyed, unable to understand what he was talking about, and compared to Tom vaguely: "That's what I'm talking about."

What do you think I look like.

Little Sev then looked at Tom's face seriously. Of course, little Sif knew that Tom's face had changed a lot after meeting him for the first time, but he never paid attention to his appearance when he first came, and he was lacking in things like aesthetics. Self-conscious, so he didn't think it was a big deal.

But looking at it now, Tom's face has become very serious, his complexion is pale, and his facial features are slightly distorted, like burnt white wax.Little Sev thought in his heart that Tom probably did something wrong with his magic.

Or Tom did it on purpose, in order to make a strong master in Slytherin.

So little Sif decided to comfort Tom.He asked what the system should do.

The system has long been fed up with Tom's appearance. He barely cleared the level because of his handsome face for the first time. He always said in his heart that it must be easy to have plastic surgery with magic. Now the system is ready to lobby Tom for plastic surgery when he has the opportunity.

But when he looked at the little master who seemed to care a lot, the words on his lips became comforting, since the little master wanted some good words about his appearance.

The system said slowly: "He really has an ancient appearance and a strange meaning."

Little Sif translated and said to Tom, "It's all right, you're just unique."

Tom scowled, he didn't want to be so unique.

Little Sif continued to comfort: "You are unique." He thought for a while, compared his appearance in the past, and added: "And you are becoming more and more unique."

Voldemort felt that he had been hit hard. Of course, when he made such a face for himself, he also thought that he wanted a unique face of the Dark Lord, but how could he feel uncomfortable if this intention was said by Prince like this? It's comfortable.

Voldemort said to himself, in fact, now he feels that some things are not so unique, and it's good to be like normal people.

He suddenly felt a deep resentment towards the word unique.

The system listened to them talking, looked at Tom's expression, and deeply understood that sometimes being unique is really not a good thing. For example, a unique face that is unconventional and shocking is too free from aesthetics, which is also a problem.

Come back to the mainstream.

But at this time Voldemort thought of the Horcrux, his unfinished golden cup was in the basement, and he interrupted it just to find Little Prince. Thinking of this, Voldemort suddenly felt that he had those messy thoughts just now. Must be crazy.

What he pursues is power, and nothing can stop him from being a Horcrux.

So the depression was swept away, he raised his waist, showed the momentum of the master of Slytherin, and reprimanded little Sif: "Tell me where you have been these few days."

Let me delay the Horcrux, ran to southeast Europe, broke into Transylvania, and finally chased to the prison of the old German devil.You kid really need to be taught a lesson.

While being so angry, his subordinates kept grabbing little Prince's shoulders with both hands, and lifted the little boy up in the air dangling in front of him.

Little Sif was caught off guard, and didn't dare to struggle with his feet off the ground, so he blushed and stared fiercely.

Tom then lifted him up with all his strength and shook him upwards, and little Sif hastily clasped his arms tightly.Continue to stare at him angrily.Tom felt happy at last. The child was like a cat being held by the scruff of the neck, and he didn't dare to move around.He admired it flatteringly, then held it up to look at it for a while, then shook little Sif thoughtfully, and threw him onto the big bed.

The nine-year-old child then fell into the thick pillows and blankets of the big bed, and struggled several times to get out.

Tom watched happily.

But little Sif was not happy, he managed to crawl out of several layers of blankets and pillows, brushed away the hair in front of his eyes with one hand, and asked Tom angrily, "Are you crazy?"

Tom folded his arms and looked, and then announced: "From now on you will stay in this room, and at most go to the next study and game room, and nowhere else."

Hearing this, little Sif jumped up anxiously, and stopped crookedly on the big soft bed, he wanted to go home.

Tom had already turned around to go to the basement through the dedicated passage, and the Horcrux hadn't been finished yet.

☆、Chapter 73

Tom walked into his laboratory, raised his wand in a good mood, pointed at the gold cup to be made into a horcrux, and thought about the various steps of making a horcrux. This is not the first time he has made a horcrux. It's clear what to do.

He put the golden cup in front of the test bench, and then prepared to say the spell.

Suddenly he felt the magic was touched, and Little Prince tried to leave the magic boundary he had arranged.

Tom wasn't surprised at all, he knew little Prince couldn't get out.So he continued to hold the golden cup and began to prepare the magic.

But soon, he found that he couldn't continue to make happily.Because he can't concentrate.

That magical boundary kept being touched, and it was obvious that the little boy had been trying to leave.

Tom's rhythm was disrupted.He tapped his wand annoyedly, opened the passage and went back to the bedroom.

Little Sif was standing in the bedroom, glaring at him angrily.Seeing the little boy's expression, Tom couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He stood neatly, with a wand in one hand, looking at little Sev happily.

Little Sif anxiously smoothed the black hair covering his cheeks with his hands. He protested to Tom: "I want to go home."

Tom smiled and said nothing.

Little Xifu was anxious, he explained: "You don't know, the matter is very serious. When I was abroad, people from MI5 were investigating me, and I was worried that my family would be implicated."

"What are you going to do?" Tom asked.

Little Sif spread his hands impatiently and explained: "I want to go home, if they are really censored, I will go to the police at the time