[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry used the key to open the painted door, turned on the light, and lay down on the bed slowly.The flimsy bed boards creaked and creaked in protest under Harry's body.Harry took off his glasses and put them on the low cabinet by the bed, closing his eyes tiredly.

It has been more than three months since he came to this time and space, and Harry has fully understood and accepted his current situation: he has returned to 1926 for unknown reasons and is now the barman at the Broken Axe.Tom, the hunchbacked barman I remembered, was now almost Harry's age, and one of the barmen.It’s not that Harry didn’t think about going to Professor Dumbledore, but he didn’t even know Harry’s grandfather 50 years ago. It’s unheard of in the wizarding world to go back to the past from the future. Harry didn’t Any evidence convinced him of himself.And Dumbledore's betrayal also made Harry not want to go to him, he wanted to solve this problem by himself, without relying on anyone.

Harry opened his eyes, wiped his face, stood up, and went into the adjoining bathroom to wash up.It was already August and the heat was unbearably hot.While wiping his face, Harry thought about the quick glimpse at the bar door during the day, those two people seemed to be engraved on his retina, making people unforgettable.

They looked like lovers, but Harry had never seen a more incompatible couple.The man was handsome and well-groomed.The man looked obsessively at the woman beside him; the woman was very ordinary, even ugly, looking a little sloppy, with protruding eyes, staring to both sides, with a golden locket around her neck.At that time, Harry just glanced at it and didn't see it very clearly.But thinking about it now, those two people should be Tom Riddle and Merope Gaunt, Voldemort's biological parents.

Harry took the towel and wiped the water off his face.Ever since he went back to the past, he had never thought about what he was going to do. He had just experienced nine months of fleeing, and then the decisive battle with Voldemort. Harry never dreamed that he would come to a completely strange place. Time and space, completely helpless.Harry hasn't given up on his dream of becoming an Auror, but out of immediate survival issues, Harry accepts a job as a bartender at the Broken Axe.This job is more tiring than imagined, but easier than imagined, and it has an unexpected benefit: in the bar, you can hear all kinds of gossip and gossip. It can allow Harry to integrate into this relatively strange world faster and quickly adapt to the new life.

At this time, the future Dark Lord had not yet been born.Harry recalled the appearance of the two of them, and realized that he couldn't remember whether Merope had a puffy stomach.Maybe God sent Himself here just to prevent what was to come?The thought flashed through Harry's mind, and his exhausted brain began to work at high speed.Yes, that's how it should be!I can prevent the boy named Tom Riddle from becoming the future monster, and I can also prevent him from becoming my own deadly enemy.He knows everything about him, and he hasn't been born yet, everything can be changed, isn't it?

Harry felt himself excited, and the thought was like a fire lighting the way before him.It doesn't matter whether he is an Auror or not, he has more important things to do now!First of all, it is necessary to grasp the whereabouts of the Riddles...

The weather in December is wet and cold, and the gloomy sky makes people feel sad.Harry had been working at the Broken Ax for nearly five months.Seeing that Christmas is coming, the corner of the dark bar is also decorated with Christmas trees with magic ice strips and various colored strips.Harry couldn't help but think of Hogwarts' magnificent Great Hall, which was always beautifully decorated every Christmas.

Harry failed to grasp Merope's whereabouts.The job of the male waiter was very busy, so he didn't have much time to wander the streets, and Harry hardly had the mood to look for people on the darkened streets after get off work.The Muggle world is not as peaceful now as it will be 50 years later, and even wizards, it is unwise to appear on the street alone after dark.Harry could only look for clues about the poor girl from the customers who came and went to the bar.But Harry wasn't worried, because the Broken Ax was the transit point between the Muggle world and the wizarding world in London, and Merope had to pass through here when he was going to Diagon Alley.

With less than half an hour to go before get off work, Harry was thinking about whether to go shopping before going back to his place of residence.At this moment, the door of the bar opened suddenly, and a thin girl rushed into the bar together with the cold wind.Harry was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure.It was Merope, still in the dress Harry had seen her in, without the cloak, her bare arms red with cold.Harry immediately stepped forward to help the girl who was about to fall.

"Miss Gaunt, do you need any help?" Harry asked gently.Merope was much thinner than a few months ago, with a disheartened and hopeless expression on his face.At the moment when she was about to fall, she subconsciously clutched her stomach tightly, barely raised her sallow face and looked at Harry in surprise.

"You know me?" Merope asked suspiciously, his voice seemed to be dying, "Who are you?"

"My name is Harry, Harry Potter, and I work here." Harry helped Merope stand up straight, "Come and sit here, and have a cup of hot tea, you are already freezing."

Before Merope could answer, Harry had carefully helped her sit down.Merope watched Harry bring a cup of steaming hot drink with a look of bewilderment, and swallowed.

"I, I don't have any money." Merope said timidly, but didn't take the cup of tea.

Harry smiled gently: "It's okay, drink it."

Merope looked at Harry, finally relieved, took the teacup to warm his red fingers from the cold.

"Harry." Ginger-haired Tom waved to Harry with his cloak, "I'm going back first."

"Goodbye, Merry Christmas." Harry nodded to him, turned his head to see Merope looking at himself, and asked reflexively, "Do you need anything else?"

Merope was startled, and shook her head in a panic. The teacup in her hand almost fell to the ground, and the tea splashed all over her.

"Ah!" She screamed, but she didn't jump up like a normal person, and the look of despair returned to her face.

"I'm sorry." Harry quickly took out a rag to help her wipe off the tea stains, "You didn't burn yourself, did you?"

Merope shook her head, but pursed her lips as if she was about to cry, which made her look even more pitiful.

Harry thought about it quickly, and then made a decision: "Excuse me, are you having any difficulties?" Harry asked, "The door is closing soon, if you have something to go, I can send it to you." you go."

Merope froze for a moment, opened his mouth blankly, and closed it again.Tom had been away from her for more than a month, God knows where he had been.She was kicked out of that small shack by that vicious landlord today, where else could she go?

"I should go." Merope said angrily, standing up with difficulty.

"Miss, do you really need any help?" Harry immediately supported her, "You don't look well, is there anything I can do for you?"

Merope slowly turned his head and looked at the young waiter in front of him.He has unruly black hair and wears round glasses with gentle green eyes behind them.He is not as handsome and unrestrained as Tom, but he makes people trust from the bottom of his heart for no reason.

"I, I need a place to live." Merope murmured, grabbing the locket around his neck, "This is the only valuable thing on my body, I'll give this to you, can you find it for me?" A place to live?"

Harry nodded, "I can."

Merope bent her lips weakly: "Thank you, kind Mr. Potter." Then she passed out.