[HP] Dearest Enemy

It was obviously a very wise decision to return the map to Harry.Although Harry didn't mention it, the way he looked at him was a little gentler than before, and he talked more with him. Tom was secretly happy in his heart, but his face was the same as before.Harry spent more time reading books with Tom, occasionally discussing and arguing about some problems found in some books, but Tom always carefully avoided those emerald green eyes when he was talking. Those eyes always make him want to run away.

I'm probably going crazy.After another heated discussion between the godfather and the godson, Tom closed his eyes in despair. Those eyes would really suck people in and swallow them up, making them unable to escape even if they wanted to.It made Tom more aware that his strong feelings for Harry were definitely not simple, but he still didn't figure it out, and he was still carefully avoiding him.

Alex was keenly aware of the change between the two.When Harry and Tom were still at school, they had a quarrel for some reason, and they seemed to have reconciled now, but the dead boy seemed a little afraid of Harry, and didn't look at him when he spoke.Alex deliberately teased Harry a few more times in front of Tom, and even the dull guy started to fight back, only then did Alex see that the black-eyed boy was still using something sharper than before in his eyes.

Is this kid enlightened?Alex scratched his chin, wondering for the first time if his behavior had gone a little too far.It's just playing games, it's not good to play too much.But every time he looked at the quiet and peaceful face of the green-eyed guy, Alex wanted to tease him.Harry was frighteningly sharp and frighteningly dull, though lately he had grown more and more indifferent to his growing insolence.From what he knew of Harry, the good-natured gentleman had obviously become more and more used to teasing him tirelessly, and even joked with himself sometimes, all of which would make the unruly kid furious.Alex really likes to see that brat Tom staring at him with a black face and being unable to do anything.

Tom had been acting strange lately, and Harry wondered about that.He talked with his godson in the library the day after Tom returned the map, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.Tom's speech was rare without harshness, calm and steady, making Harry feel as docile as a sheep.But from that day on, Harry felt that Tom seemed to be avoiding him, which puzzled Harry.The boy who was almost as tall as himself hardly looked at him now, and avoided his eyes when he spoke.Harry wasn't sure if he should have a long talk with him, he knew he had a lot of issues with his godson that needed to be resolved, but the boy's apparent avoidance of him made Harry feel like talking to Tom just about these things wasn't worth it. Not a good idea.Besides, there were many fundamental problems that Harry couldn't tell him.

They were originally separated by half a century. Although he was thrown into this time and space because of Merlin's joke and became a relative of his mortal enemy, Harry never denied that Tom was one of the most important people in his 34 years of life. One, he cares about him.

The competition venue is in a remote forest in County Kerry, Ireland. It is said that this year is the least crowded one in history.Originally, it was impossible to hold the Quidditch World Cup this year, but the International Quidditch Federation actually managed to hold the game, and there have been no troubles so far.Although only one-third of the participating teams were in previous years, many people still went to see it.The ticket that Alex got was a very interesting match. Germany and France were deadly rivals no matter in the wizarding world or the Muggle society. Ireland was a neutral country in the Muggle world. China does not favor any side, so it hosts this year's competition.

"My grandpa and my dad don't come with us to the game," Alex said before setting off. "It's just the three of us."

"Do we need a tent or something?" Harry recalled watching the World Cup with the Weasleys in his fourth year.

Alex smiled lightly and waved a finger: "No need. The house elves will do everything. If we need to do everything by ourselves, I think Robbie and the others will probably blame themselves banged their heads against the kitchen wall."

Tom, who was reading at the side, curled up a contemptuous smile after hearing this. He felt that the inexplicable things like house elves couldn't be put on the table at all, although Harry always treated them kindly and even fairly.Tom had always thought that some things were born servants, like the little ones Alex had just mentioned.Of course he wouldn't say that to Harry, but his godfather still noticed the fleeting disdain on his godson's face from the corner of his eye.

Some inherent things, no matter how hard you try, will not change, such as.Harry sighed slightly inwardly.

Abertillery had only the Palampion family attending the Quidditch match, so they had to set off early for the nearest portkey distribution.All three were dressed in standard Muggle traveler attire.Tom patted his coat pocket and found something hard.Harry came to Tom's room the night before departure and gave him a small mirror half the size of a palm.

"This is a two-way mirror, you should have heard of this thing." Harry said, "When you need to find me, call my name in front of the mirror, and I will contact you through this mirror."

"Why didn't you give me this sooner?" Tom looked down at the small mirror, a little displeased.

Harry gave a wry smile, knowing Tom was talking about the years he had left him.At that time, he didn't expect that he would be delayed for so long, so he didn't prepare any communication tools.

The man didn't say anything, he patted the boy on the shoulder and got up to leave: "Remember to carry it with you, just in case."

"Tom, it's time to go."

The boy regained his senses and nodded, grabbing the man's extended arm.Just now, Tom accidentally met Harry's eyes, and Tom was so startled by those green eyes that he almost jumped up.However, the familiar oppression of Apparition did not give Tom time to gather his thoughts, and they had to reach the assembly point before the Portkey departed.

Fresh from that oppressive feeling, Tom found himself seeing acquaintances.

"Billy Weasley?"

The red-haired boy frowned after being startled, and nodded stiffly to Tom.Tom moved his eyes lightly to see Alex and Harry greet the others, and a Slytherin-style indifferent smile was gently drawn on the corners of his lips.

I really didn't expect that the Weasley family still had spare money to watch the game. This pure-blood scum family is famous for having a large number of people.Tom's eyes fell on Billy's other two brothers and their father, who stared nervously at him.

"It's almost time." A short, gloomy-looking blond wizard looked at his watch and said, holding a moth-eaten stick in his hand, "It's time for us to get ready."

Tom came between Harry and Alex, and held out two fingers to a small section of the stick.He noticed that Billy was next to Harry, looking unusually tense.Tom looked into the other's eyes and gave him a malicious smile.

"Three, two, one!"

As if being caught by a hook, Tom felt himself flying, his fingertips were firmly sucked on the wood, and his body was swaying in the colorful air.However, both feet touched the ground soon, Harry and Alex supported Tom almost at the same time, and the three of them fell to the ground smoothly.

Billy, obviously not as lucky as Tom, fell hard to the ground.

"Welcome to Ireland. Names?" asked a red-nosed Irish wizard like a recorder, and Alex and Mr. Weasley stepped forward.Tom stretched out his hand to smooth the hair that was blown by the wind, and then straightened the messy clothes.Harry noticed Tom's action, and the lips curled into an almost imperceptible arc.

"Our place is not too far away, and it's still close to the venue." Alex said.Many tents have been set up in the camp, and at least half of them can be seen to be not built by Muggles. Some tents are extravagantly decorated, and many tents are very exaggerated.But compared to the one I watched with the Weasleys, this time there were significantly fewer people.The three said goodbye to the Weasleys, and walked nearly a mile before they found Palampeon's camp.

"This is it." Alex looked at the double-layer tent that had been set up, and snapped his fingers, "Let's go in."

"When was this set up?" Harry walked into the tent suspiciously, and Tom followed.A house-elf of Palampion stood in the doorway and bowed to the three, putting his nose to the ground.

"After the master registered at the entrance, Robbie started to set up the tent." The young elf replied, "What else does the master want?"

"I'd like a cup of hot tea," Alex said.The elf bowed again, and ran quickly into the kitchen.

"We don't need a tent this big, do we?" said Harry, looking him over.This place is simply a miniature version of Palampion Manor. The study, bedroom, living room, and living room are all available. He was a little surprised when he saw the double-layer tent outside. He did not expect that there was actually a second floor inside, and there was a Gorgeous spiral staircase.

"This is the smallest tent in the house." Alex looked at his friend in surprise, sat down on an armchair, and stretched himself, "We came too early, the game didn't start until the evening .”

"Then can't we go around the camp first?" Tom had already visited the room and looked at Harry.

The two men looked at each other, and Harry said, "I hope you can stay in the tent as much as possible. There are too many people in the camp, and it's not safe at this time."

"But Arafat came to the game too," Tom said. "He told me he would be there, I haven't seen him this holiday."

"I'll accompany you to find him." Harry said, turning to look at his friend.Alex nodded: "Remember to come back for lunch at noon."

The two got out of the tent, and Harry looked around the camp, then turned to ask his godson, "Do you know where Alphard and the others are?"

"I don't know the specifics, but I can roughly tell which part they are in." Tom said, "The camps are arranged by country. There are not many British wizards coming to the World Cup, and Alfat also said that it is not difficult to find."

Harry nodded, and the two walked through the tents before finding the Black family's tent.When Harry shook hands with the stern-looking Mr. Black, he kept sighing in his heart. Sure enough, he lived up to his name. Their dark gray tent was the darkest in the whole camp. No wonder Al said it was not difficult to find.

Alfred and Tom haven't seen each other for half the holiday, and they are so happy that they can't talk from ear to ear, but they don't dare to be too presumptuous in front of their parents.Harry found that he didn't like the Blacks very much, so after exchanging pleasantries for a while, he left Tom in the Black family's tent.

"Don't wander around, come back after talking to Arafat." Harry told his godson before leaving.Tom nodded meekly, then winked at Alphard.

Naturally, the two teenagers didn't stay in the tent and chat obediently. Not long after, Tom invited Alfred to have lunch with him, and the Blacks agreed.So the two walked around the camp in a fair manner, and met many people along the way, including Billy Weasley.But Billy obviously wasn't interested in bickering with the two of them, he just said a few words and got back into the tent.

"What's the matter with him?" Alphat wondered.Tom smiled meaningfully and said nothing.

"Why did you catch him?" Alfart knew that his friend must know something inside when he saw Tom's smile. He told him exactly what he saw.

Sure enough, Alfred was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, but the last thing he said made Tom laugh out loud.

"Weasley's thinking is really incomprehensible. Why did he fall in love with an ice sculpture? Does he think he is not strong enough?"

The black-eyed boy covered his stomach and patted his friend's shoulder, bending over with a smile.Alfart kept asking him what was the matter, Tom was lying on his friend's shoulder, his eyes were black and shining.

"Don't you think it's Celtic's problem? How could someone like him take a fancy to this troll?" Tom asked his friend.

Arafat said solemnly: "The Celts have always liked weird things, and I thought you knew that."

Tom looked at him for a second, and then hooked his friend's shoulder: "Al, Al, I find that I can't do without you, what should I do?"

Arafat blushed for no reason, and decisively pushed away his friend who was leaning on him: "Tom! You are courting death!"

The black-eyed boy smiled wickedly: "Are you willing?"

Alphard snorted and turned his head away.Although he knew that this vicious guy always liked to make fun of himself, but every time he made such a joke, it really made him a little unbearable.

"Okay, okay, I apologize." Seeing that his friend was stern and silent, Tom used his usual comforting methods, "Dear Al, how about you forgive me for my rudeness just now?"

Alfred glared at him, curled his lips and said nothing.

Tom coughed lightly, his eyes still full of smiles: "Let's go, Harry and the others are still waiting."

The blond, blue-eyed, middle-aged wizard watched the two laughing teenagers drift away, and his fingers slipped on the front of the well-made robe.He tacitly allowed the two little ghosts to disturb him for a walk in the woods alone, watching the taller handsome boy smile as bright as the sun, watching him apologize while continuing to provoke his long black-haired friend.The two teenagers reminded him of the time when he and he first met. They were attracted by each other's mind and talent, admired each other, merged their ambitions together, and gradually became inseparable from each other. That was the happiest moment in their lives. time.

However, that accident came too suddenly, and they eventually became the deepest pain hidden in each other's heart.

I've given you too many chances, Albus, so will you be here?You must not come.Nostalgia and loss flickered in the blue eyes, but no one could see the weak expression of this daunting king at that moment.