HP Time and Space Covenant

In the early hours of December 1935, 12.In a small room on the second floor of an orphanage in London.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, who had just celebrated his ninth birthday, curled up alone on the small plank bed.It was very cold in the room, and Little Tom, who was tightly wrapped in the quilt, looked out of the window silently. The whole world seemed to be covered with thick snow and shone with a silvery white light.

"Maybe I can expect to receive a birthday present in my dream?" Little Tom murmured to himself, but he didn't like this day at all, it reminded him of Mrs. An idiot woman who died in childbirth.But what kid doesn't want a birthday present?He felt he should forgive his childish desire.

No, don't be silly, Mr. Riddle, you're a cursed villain, you're a monster nobody likes, nobody remembers your birthday but yourself.

Tom, who is slightly taller than the average child, has exquisite facial features and graceful facial lines, short black jade-like hair, and light black and blue eyes.These once made him favored by Mrs. Cole, the dean.Because children who are cute and don't like to cry are more likely to be liked by those kind-hearted people who come to the orphanage to give alms, right?

But everything changed when he was six years old.Children who are favored by adults are mostly disgusting and hateful in the eyes of other children.And little Tom, who is born with a noble temperament, is even more excluded in the eyes of other children in the orphanage.

Bullying is inevitable.

How did it happen the first time?Little Tom only remembered that when he came back to his senses, he only saw debris all over the floor, the terrified eyes of the children, and Mrs. Cole's scolding immediately...

monster!

……

Looking at the snowflakes outside the window for a long time until his eyes became dry, Tom closed his eyes tiredly.

But the next moment, a blinding white light pierced through the eyelids. Tom opened his eyes suspiciously, but was surprised to find a strange boy who was thinner than himself standing in front of the bed.His long black hair partially covered his black eyes, high nose, pointed chin, wearing a simple coffee-colored jacket and black trousers, looking at himself with a cold face that seemed unhappy.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Tom rolled over and sat up, with a look of sternness in his eyes.But the boy pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, and stepped forward to hug Tom tightly.

Then, there was an eerie silence in the house.

Tom froze.This is the first time anyone has hugged him!

The warmth that didn't belong to him came from the boy's equally stiff body.In fact, this hug was very short, the boy quickly let go of his hand and took a step back, tilting his head and said expressionlessly, "Happy birthday."

Tom looked down at the boy's red ears. He didn't know what to say at this moment. No one had ever said happy birthday to him, never.

"Tsk." The same boy with a cold face broke the deadlock. He stretched out his little hand in front of Tom, with a simple silver ring resting quietly on his palm.

"birthday present."

Tom looked at the ring, then at the boy's face.New prank?Or a framed? "I suppose Mrs. Cole won't come to my room tomorrow looking for her lost ring?"

"Think about it with your seemingly complete head, can your Mrs. Cole have such a ring?" The boy frowned, grabbed Tom's left hand, and before Tom could shake him off, he took the ring Wear it on your little finger.

Tom was surprised to see that the inconspicuous ring gradually disappeared after wearing it on his hand.

"It's still there, it's just out of sight." The boy shook his left hand, "I have one too."

Tom looked curiously at the little finger of the boy's left hand, but found nothing.

"Put a drop of blood on it, and it will be yours from now on, and no one can take it away."

Need blood?Sounds a little dangerous?Tom looked at the boy vigilantly, and rubbed the little finger of his left hand - where there was a shallow circle of protrusions - trying to remove the ring.

The boy noticed his actions, and his obsidian eyes gradually dimmed, "Do you think it's strange?"

"Isn't it weird? You showed up in my room out of the blue, put a weird disappearing ring on me, and told me I needed my blood, and you looked like a..."

"No! I'm not a monster!" The boy was a little excited, "...just, I'm sorry, there are some things I can't tell you right now."

Looking at the skinny black-haired boy, Tom felt a subtle sense of identity, as if standing there was a slightly smaller version of himself, facing other children, a little impatient and eager.

"Well," Tom paused, "let's get to know each other first. My name is Tom Riddle. Although I don't like the name Tom, my mother gave me that name. You can call me Tom."

"Sev-Prince. You can call me Sev, Tom." The little boy named Sev frowned and said, telling his mother's last name shouldn't be a problem—the husband confessed that he couldn't tell others his identity The origin, but he always needs to answer this kind of question.He also said that he would hug Tom when he saw him, oh, I looked like an idiot just now!However, it was the husband who made the life of him and his mother better, and it was the husband who taught him so many things. He could not break his promise to the husband, even such a simple thing could not be done.

"Sev, why did you appear suddenly? Are you an angel?"

"Oh no! We don't believe in God and angels. We believe in Merlin. We're all wizards, you and me, both."

"Wizard?" Tom's eyes widened. "You mean, that weird, that is, the ability to make things float?"

"Yes. That's the magic riot of the little wizard."

"So I'm not, monster?" Tom's voice dropped, and if the two of them weren't so close together, they probably wouldn't have heard the last two words clearly.

Sev also stopped, and after a while said: "Yes, no

is a monster.Neither of us. "

Both children fell silent.Sev's clear dark eyes gradually lost their luster and became hollow.Tom thought he knew why.

Then Tom made a move that he didn't expect. He pulled the thinly dressed Sever to the bed and tucked himself in the quilt with him.

Side by side on the narrow wooden bed, the two children felt very uncomfortable, lying stiff and motionless.In the silent night, only the soft breathing of the two children was heard.Two pairs of black eyes looked out of the window together, with the same sadness in their eyes.

After watching the snowflakes for a while, Tom turned sideways to face Sev, and looked seriously into the eyes with the same look, "Sev, you haven't told me how you got here yet."

Sev organized his words, turned sideways, and looked at Tom, "I don't belong here, but I'm here because of you."

"because I?"

"Actually, I don't know what's going on. But my husband said that I should come here to be with you, and he sent me here."

"gentlemen?"

Sev bit his lower lip and thought for a while, "I'm sorry, Tom, I promised you that I can't tell you anything else now, sir."

"Okay." Tom nodded, although he wanted to know very much, but a gentleman shouldn't force someone to break his oath, should he?

But, why does this cute, well-behaved child who seems to have magical abilities come to live with him specially.This is just a poor orphanage, and the only thing I have is this dilapidated, cold little room, because no one wants to live with me.Why doesn't Sev mind, birthday wishes, birthday gifts, and such a warm hug...

And what does he need to pay, and what will he get?By the way, there is also that magic ring.

"The ring? What's the matter with the ring?"

"Tom, the ring drips blood to recognize you as the master, so that it belongs to you completely. It is a space ring, and it can hold many things."

Tom bit the middle finger of his right hand hard, biting a small wound on it, and then dripped a drop of blood onto the little finger wearing the ring. The ring appeared on the finger and gave off a faint silver light. The ring surface was engraved with strange patterns. A small black snake appeared, circled around the left little finger and then disappeared.

"Can animals be put in there too?"

"No, you can't let it live unless it's dead."

Seeing Tom's interested expression, Sev pursed his lips and sat up.He took a book out of his ring, put it in again, and then took it out again and handed it to Tom, "hold it in your hand and think, put it in, and he'll put it in the ring, thinking, something to take Come out, and it will appear in your hand. The book will be placed with you, and we will study together in the future."

Seeing that it was a book teaching literacy, Tom also sat up, took the book and imitated Sif to put it in and take it out again.

Sev watched him put in and out repeatedly for a while, and then seemed to remember something, and added: "I assume, you don't

Will it be used to steal things?Hiding stolen goods will contaminate the ring, and the ring will become useless if you use it too many times. "

"No, I won't." This gift has greatly exceeded his expectations, and he shouldn't expect more.

"Now put your hands flat, palms up, and think to yourself, take out the cake." Tom noticed that when the word cake was mentioned, Sev seemed distressed for a moment.

Take out the cake.

Tom thought silently in his heart.

Then a round box appeared in his hand, only about three inches long, with a silver-green bow tied on it.

Sev took the box, held it carefully, and signaled Tom to open the box. There was indeed a small cream cake inside—although it was a bit ugly, it was written crookedly in chocolate: HappyBirthdayTom

Sev turned his head and said in a low voice, "I did it. I hope you don't think it's too ugly."

Looking at the ugly little cake, Tom felt that his breathing stopped, and his hands trembled involuntarily. It took him a long time to find his voice: "Can it be eaten?"

"You don't have to eat it!" The boy's eyes burst out with real anger, making those obsidian eyes even brighter.

Tom looked at him and laughed, and the gloom on his delicate face seemed to be swept away.

"No, I like it. Thank you."

That night, the two boys with jet-black hair shared a small, ugly cake.

Although he was a little worried about the sequelae of diarrhea and the like, Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle still thought that this would probably be the best food he had eaten in his life.

The author has something to say: In fact, sometimes I think that although the child abused by little Harry did not live well at the Dursleys’ house, he had the birthday cake Hagrid gave him and warm friends , and Dumbledore who favored him, and Severus who protected him with his life.

Among the three generations of abused children in HP, he is the happiest.

So, I desperately want to have a rare birthday together for two other abused children...