[HP] Dearest Enemy

The wait is anxious, every second feels like a century.Tom didn't go deep into the woods, he had been watching those people fighting for their lives from a distance.Tom couldn't see very clearly from too far away, but the silhouette against the firelight could still see some movements.One fell, and the man who knocked out that man was hit by another.Tom wasn't worried about those people, he was only worried about Harry.

Harry had obviously seen too many such incidents, so he would be desperate.It did look like something Gryffindors would do, but Tom didn't think it was good.In the midst of chaos, the first thing to do is to ensure your own safety, and Harry always seemed to put others first, that was the case when things went wrong in class, and it still is.Tom suddenly complained a little that he hadn't stopped him in time.

Fortunately, Harry came back quickly, and he was not injured, but his face was terribly pale.Tom recognized his trademark disheveled hair from a distance, and the two quickly hid in the woods.

"Grindelwald stopped those people, and those Germans don't seem to be his subordinates." Harry said, "No one died, but many people were injured. The Irish Ministry of Magic acted quickly, and they seemed to have expected It’s going to be like this.”

Harry briefly introduced the situation and wanted to go out to help, but Tom stopped him.

"With the Ministry of Magic in Ireland, we don't have to go," said Tom. "Alex should be back soon."

Harry thought for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.

After about ten minutes, Alex found the two in the woods.This time the Portkey was a leaf, which seemed to be picked up casually.

"This thing can only send us across St. George's Strait." Alex was very dissatisfied, and handed out the leaf to the two, "But after that we can apparate back to the manor."

"Grindelwald is here, he stopped those fans from fighting." Harry whispered.

Alex raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Let's talk about this when we go back, we should set off in 30 seconds."

Harry grabbed a corner of the leaf at once, and Tom took the same leaf.Alex watched his watch count down, and the three flew back to the British Island together.

It was still dark when we returned to Palampion Manor, and the house elf had come back early and notified the two Mr. Palampion.Seeing that the three of them had returned safely, the owners of the manor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The events in Ireland did not spread, and Grindelwald suppressed it.But Alex still got the first-hand information.Tom did not participate when several adults gathered to discuss the matter, and several adults seemed to treat him like a child.

Unjust treatment of minors?Tom pretended not to know about it, and by the way, also concealed the fact that he had met Grindelwald.

With a few days left before school, Harry and Tom returned to their London home.

Tom couldn't sleep, and after tossing and turning in bed a few times had to get up and find something to pass the time.Not wanting to read, Tom decided to go for a walk.At times like this he kind of missed the quiet corridors of Hogwarts at night.

However, he was not the only one who couldn't sleep at night. Tom was surprised to see that Harry, who had never smoked, was holding a pipe in his hand, standing on the porch outside with his back to him, and the moonlight was shining from the pipe. light smoke.

This Harry was strange, and he probably wanted to be alone.Tom had a strong desire to hug him at this moment, but he didn't move, just stood there looking at his godfather for a while, planning to leave.

"Tom?"

Harry's voice was a little hoarse, Tom didn't expect him to have noticed him, he opened the door and walked to his side after being slightly startled.

"Can't you sleep, too?" Harry asked.Tom nodded, smelling slightly of tobacco.Some are not used to, but not choking.

"I didn't know you smoked," said Tom, staring at the small pipe.

Harry raised his pipe and looked at it, smiled and said nothing, his eyes fell back into the night.Tom opened his mouth to say something, but said nothing in the end.

He had so much to say to Harry, but standing next to him, nothing came out.

"Did you stay up today just to catch me?" Tom finally teased Harry lightly.

"No." Harry glanced at Tom, his expression softened, but his brows were still frowned, "I just remembered the night of the World Cup."

"Harry, have you ever been in a similar situation before?" Tom asked as calmly as possible.The outline of Harry's face was drawn with a silver line by the moonlight, making it look unreal.

Harry withdrew his gaze, took a puff of smoke and nodded: "Yes, I have encountered it many times."

And every time I was powerless to save them.During the years of traveling in continental Europe, he would always meet innocent people who were harmed, many of them were wizards, and more of them were Muggles.Every time Harry couldn't help reaching out to them or helping them secretly, he caused a lot of trouble for himself, was hunted down by wizards or Muggles, and sometimes he was embarrassed.But no matter how many times this happened, Harry couldn't stand by and watch those people being hurt by unilateral violence, but he couldn't fight back, he couldn't be indifferent to it.But what a person can do is really limited, and many times he can't help at all, even if he is a wizard.He can help those people for a while, but he can't end the war that caused this situation.It was in those experiences that Harry finally understood the insignificance of his own strength, he was never a savior, he was just an ordinary person.

War is cruel. It cannot produce anything but destruction and pain. At the same time, people who have been devastated by war are tempered to be tough and ruthless, and finally exhausted physically and mentally.Harry didn't know how much he had changed from when he first came to this world.The Cold War initiated by Tom when he first returned to England a few years ago was like a child’s joke. The peace in his hometown made him feel unreal. It was not until he entered Hogwarts that the unspeakable anxiety and worry were gradually appeased. down.And what happened a few days ago made Harry seem to be in the flames of war again.Although it could only be regarded as a small-scale fight, Harry always felt that he would see those who could not defend themselves fall to the ground and die in the next instant, and he still could do nothing.

He didn't like the feeling of powerlessness, never liked it.

Harry let out a long breath.He was no longer that rough and impulsive Gryffindor, but he still couldn't get rid of some problems.When Tom held him back, his reason told himself he shouldn't bother with those things, but his heart said that if he didn't check, he wouldn't be able to sleep well for at least a year.

This behavior has almost become an instinct, even though it's ridiculous, it makes most people turn their noses up.

Tom noticed that Harry was distracted, so he stayed quietly by without saying a word.In fact, it feels good to be with Harry in this way. You don't have to say anything, just stand by his side.Tom turned to look at Harry's face.Harry's appearance is not handsome, but he is easy to get close to and reassuring; Harry's height can only be considered medium, and Tom has no doubt that in two years' time he will be taller than him Tom knew that Harry had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He never explained where the scar came from, and kept covering it with bangs to hide it.There are many stories about Harry, but Tom knows very little.Harry didn't like to talk about himself, and he always changed the subject when he did.

Harry was clearly still in his own world, and he rarely spoke his mind.Want to know all his stories, want to know all his thoughts.Harry was undoubtedly a man with a lot of stories, but he didn't want to tell too much to others, even to himself.

But he had plenty of time, Tom had only entered sixth grade at the beginning of school, and he had two years to spend with Harry day and night, and he would always know everything about Harry.

The boy couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly, as if there was light shining in his obsidian eyes.

"What's wrong?" Noticing Tom was staring at him, Harry suddenly turned his face away.Tom looked away quickly as if surprised, but the smile on the boy's lips and those bright eyes were clearly seen by the green-eyed man.

"What are you laughing at?" Harry asked gently with a relaxed expression, reaching out and pinching the boy's cheek.Tom blushed slightly and decided to change the subject.

"Harry." Tom pointed to the pipe. "When did you start smoking?"

The green-eyed man was a little surprised, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "It should be when the experiment started in Germany. Time research is boring and dangerous. I need to use it to relax."

Research, research again!Tom rolled his eyes in his heart: "Do you want to continue your research?"

Harry nodded: "But I take it as an interest now."

"So you're not going to put all your energy into that?" Tom's eyes widened.

Harry smiled slightly.Tom is acting like a little kid tonight, which makes him think the teenager who is almost as tall as him is cuter than usual: "Tom, research isn't everything in life for me."

what am i to youTom tried his best not to ask this question, and turned back to look at the moonlight outside.

"It's getting late, let's go back to sleep." Harry flipped his pipe over and knocked out the ash on the porch railing, hesitated for a moment, and gently rubbed the boy's short hair, "If you still can't sleep, count the sheep. There is a way to fall asleep."

The rest of the holiday flew by like flying, as if in the blink of an eye, the bright red Hogwarts Express had left King's Cross and was heading north.

The cubicle was full of people, and Tom leaned on Alfred and listened to the discussions of others, with his eyes closed and his eyes closed.His subordinates are all excellent, and what he wants to know can be heard from their chats very quickly.Just put it in the eyes of others, it seems that he is not interested in these things at all, just listening to their chat.

But to be honest, it's a bit noisy.

"I'm going for a walk." Tom stood up suddenly.Rookwood, who had just become a prefect, immediately stood up to follow, but Tom waved his hand.

"I want to stay alone for a while."

Everyone stood up to see him out, and then sat back down.

"Black, did something happen to Mr. Riddle, he looks a little unhappy?" Rookwood asked.He managed to get the prefect's seat, and he expected to get a few words of praise from Tom, but his senior didn't say a word about it.

Alfart shook his head: "Tom is in a good mood today, but he has been like this recently."

The little snakes who didn't know the truth looked at each other. Rookwood wanted to ask a few more questions, but Alfart's face clearly stated that the matter was over, so he chatted with Lestrange next to him.

Tom walked slowly down the narrow aisle of the train.He didn't have anything to do, but it was a bit tiring to keep the leader aloof all the time.

"Mr. Riddle." A girl stopped him in a low voice.

Tom turned his head, and it was Irene Prince, the girl who was so obsessed with potions that she had difficulty communicating with others.Speaking of which, she is a sophomore this year.

"Hello, Irene." Tom put on his usual faint smile, "Did you have a good holiday?"

The girl nodded.She looked a little more confident than last term, but she was still a little shy talking to herself.

"Talk to the first-year students more." Tom saw through the glass on the compartment door that the compartment where Irene was was full of little devils from the lower grades, and the smile on his face deepened, "Potions are not All of you."

Irene nodded obediently, bowed slightly to Tom and went back.

I don't know how many students will be assigned to Slytherin this year.Tom took a casual look at the cubicles as he passed by. There were quite a few new students this year, but if they were the kind of idiots who could only enter Hufflepuff, he would rather have fewer people in Slytherin.