[HP] Dearest Enemy

The end of the exams meant that the summer vacation was approaching, and Tom, who had been deadlocked with Harry for almost a semester, finally knocked on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office door again.Since Harry was still unwilling to give himself a chance, it would be better to move out.Anyway, he is now an adult, so Harry shouldn't stop him.

Harry appeared behind the door with disheveled hair, and when he saw that the knocker was Tom, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Ah, it's you." Harry stepped aside happily, "Come in."

Tom entered the door primly. Harry rubbed his hands excitedly and asked, "What would you like to drink? Tea? Lemon juice? Cherry juice?"

"Tea, thank you." Tom said and sat down in the armchair, watched Harry busy, and waved his wand to bring the tea to him.

"I'm still wondering if you'll come. If I don't see you before the holidays, I'll go find you." Harry said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Tom put the teacup on the table and sat up straight: "Harry, I want to move out."

The smile on Harry's face disappeared: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I want to move out and live alone." Tom avoided the gaze of those green eyes. "I plan to work in Diagon Alley for a holiday. It will be more convenient to live in the city."

Tom knew his reasoning was far-fetched, but it was his deliberate decision.

"Do you have enough money to take care of the place?" Harry asked after a while.

Tom nodded.Before coming here again, he had calculated that Gringotts' savings would be enough to pay him to rent a small room in London for the summer.

Harry sighed: "That's what I wanted to tell you."

Tom looked up slightly with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't move out, Tom," said Harry. "I'll stay at Hogwarts this holiday until next term begins."

"Why?" Tom's question blurted out.Could it be that Harry had planned for a long time ago, he didn't want to live with him, this is simply...

"I saw a paper on time magic," Harry said. "That paper inspired me a lot. I want to take my vacation to take my research one step further. You know, my information They are all placed in Hogwarts, and it is very convenient to look up information in the school."

"Has Headmaster Dippet agreed?" Tom asked.

Harry nodded.

"Are you going back to London during your vacation?" Tom stared at those green eyes.

"Maybe I have to go back and live for a few days," Harry said, "It depends on the progress of the research."

Tom was annoyed that Harry's words reminded him of an explanation he had given himself when he first returned to London years ago.His research, his damn research!Tom lowered his head and stared at the bright red tea, feeling like a fire was burning inside him.

"Is your research really that important?" Tom raised his head and asked viciously, seeing those green eyes dim for a second.Immediately turned his gaze aside and stood up, "I'm leaving."

"Tom." Harry subconsciously stood up and grabbed his godson's arm, then frowned slightly because of his actions.Tom turned to look at him, his dark eyes bottomless.

"Tom, you're still mad at me." Harry's voice softened, and Tom turned his head away.

"I'm not mad." He pulled his arm out of Harry's grasp. "Shouldn't I be moving out?" You know why I want to move out.

"No, you shouldn't be moving out for that," said Harry, obviously knowing what Tom was thinking.

"What about you? Staying at Hogwarts for your research? You said that research is not the whole of your life." Tom asked angrily.

"That's part of my life," Harry replied, "I don't want to give it up."

Harry reached out again to pull his godson towards him.Tom struggled slightly, but was stopped by Harry.Tom shuddered, then rested his chin resignedly on Harry's shoulder: he was in Harry's arms.

"Don't be a child, Tom, you're grown up," Harry said softly.

"But you don't want to give me a chance, Harry." Tom slowly reached out and hugged the green-eyed man, and he would be taller than Harry in a short time, "You know I can't force myself .”

"Sorry, I can't either." Harry gently stroked Tom's short hair. "You know I love you, Tom."

"I know." But that's not what I want.Tom closed his eyes and buried his face in Harry's shoulder.After a while, he took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm not moving out."

"I'll be back as soon as possible," said Harry.

Tom gave a dry laugh; he didn't expect Harry to do that.He let go of Harry and took a step back, bowed slightly to his godfather, then turned and strode away.

The summer vacation started, and Tom decided to go to Little Hangleton to see his father first.He didn't tell Harry what he was going to do. He could still remember what happened before, and he didn't want Harry to think that he would do something he shouldn't do on the spur of the moment.Tom disguised himself with the Transfiguration Charm, and after making sure no one would recognize him, Apparated to Little Hangleton.

Tom had no intention of going into the big house to find out if he was Riddle's illegitimate son. He pretended to be a traveler, and talked casually to the proprietor of a village tavern called the Hangedman's Tavern. House owner.

"The Riddles are not good people." The tavern owner chatted with Tom while wiping the glass. The afternoon is not the best time for the tavern's business, and it is only lively at night. "The Riddles are very rich, but their tempers are really bad." Heck, I've seen old Riddle beat up his maid because she broke a plate with her hands."

"Then what kind of man is their son?" Tom shook the sherry in his hand.

The tavern owner looked around and shook his head contemptuously: "You may not believe it, but there is no one worse than Tom Riddle in Little Hangleton. He has been single until now."

"Oh?" Tom looked interested. "Why?"

"There was a scandal in Riddle's family more than ten years ago..." The tavern owner was very happy to see that someone was willing to listen to his gossip, and he recounted the elopement of Riddle and Merope, "... ...he said he was being deceived, and who would believe it? That Gaunt wasn't very pretty..."

Tom was no longer interested in listening. He had a few words with the tavern owner, paid the money and walked out.Tom walked all the way near the Riddle House, and looked at the imposing stone house with his hands in his pockets.

"Sir, who do you want?" Frank Bryce, who was busy in the garden, limped over and asked.He knew his master's bad temper.

"I was just passing by," Tom replied dryly, and turned and walked down the slope, and saw his father.

Old Tom Riddle was approaching the house on a horse, and Tom recognized him at once, for the face was almost identical to his.Tom stepped aside to keep a close eye on the horseman.

Old Tom didn't notice the man hiding in the shadows by the side of the road, nor was he aware that the man's eyes followed him until he closed the door of the Riddle House.It was not until many days later that he accidentally heard from his gardener that a stranger had come to his door a few days ago.

Tom Apparated back to London directly.There was a strange feeling in his heart at the moment when he saw old Tom, but it had nothing to do with Riddle, Tom was thinking of Harry.Harry was not related to him by blood, which was something to celebrate, but Tom still felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

Harry... Tom remembered those gentle green eyes, and finally resisted the urge to visit him at school.I should deal with that cunning fox of Bojin now, breach of contract is not a good excuse.

Tom returned to the residence a little tired.The damned old vampire insisted on lowering the purchase price by [-]%.He didn't get much, but he wanted to lower the price. He was really stingy to the extreme!Tom took a bitter bite of his sandwich and looked up at the watch Harry had given him for his birthday.

Harry is probably still in the laboratory at this time, so I will contact him later.Tom suddenly looked at Hedwig, who was burying her head in her wings, and thought it would be better to write to Harry.He had indeterminate hours in this job, and he didn't want Harry to know exactly what he was doing.

Harry unbuttoned the collar of his shirt irritably, dismissed the house elf who was crying because of his thanks, and took a sip of the coffee he had just delivered.He failed again, and the results of his hard work for three days were once again in vain.Although this was a common occurrence, Harry still felt frustrated.His most successful one was going back to a month ago, but that was with the help of a time-turner.He finally succeeded in extending the scope of the Time-Turner so that it could not only advance the time, but also delay it, so there was no problem in the last experiment.However, he could not advance the time by one second more, the spell was too powerful for Harry to remove the rune from the case of his pocket watch.But the suppression of the magic text undoubtedly restricted the spell, so that the time value that allowed him to travel was fixed at the standard of 30 days.Could it be that I keep turning my pocket watch and jumping back month after month?Harry laughed dryly, the idea sounded silly, the time he needed to jump was nearly 50 years!

Today's weather is really good, the sky is as blue as the petals of forget-me-nots.Harry lit his pipe and took a deep breath, watching the giant squid float shallowly on the shimmering water, sticking out a long tentacle.Harry received a letter from Alex yesterday. His friend was sent out by Dumbledore again, and it will take a while to return.Dumbledore visited Harry a few times, and Harry didn't know that Dumbledore would stay at the school for the summer vacation, but it seemed that the old bee would only stay at the school when he was sleeping. He has always been a busy man.

Harry exhaled a round smoke ring, and his eyes moved to the Forbidden Forest, which was still quiet under the sun.I heard from Nagini that she met Tom in the Forbidden Forest, and Tom took the little snake away during the holiday.Thinking of the snake lady who always likes to roll around like a baby, Harry smiled slightly, and then thought of Tom.

I don't know where Tom works in Diagon Alley.Harry had also asked Tom what he did in Diagon Alley before, and it sounded like his job was complicated and uncertain, as long as he could do it, he did it.Harry also visited Diagon Alley a few times, and Tom did help in several shops at the same time.But Harry still thinks that Tom should go to Knockturn Alley to find a job. Many businesses belonging to the black street can quickly make a lot of money in a short period of time. The more dangerous the job, the more he can earn.But Harry didn't confirm whether Tom was working in Knockturn Alley. The last thing Tom wanted to see was that Harry was doubting himself, and he should give him enough trust.

Harry flipped through the magazine that had just been delivered this morning, and an article related to ancient runes caught his eye.Harry read it carefully, and suddenly felt his eyes light up.He needs to go to Professor Humberur, the ancient runic text, to confirm the conjecture mentioned in the paper that the runic texts restrict each other. If it is feasible, he can extend the jump time of the time converter to more than two months. Definitely a worthwhile approach!

Dumbledore walked slowly down the corridor humming a little tune.There hasn't been any bad news from Germany lately, which puts him in a pretty good mood.Dumbledore has recently developed the habit of going to Harry's office for afternoon tea. Harry is a capable wizard with a good mind. Most importantly, Harry's tea is very delicious.

However, today Dumbledore failed to drink Harry's tea. Just as he walked up to the third floor, an earth-shattering explosion sounded suddenly in the empty corridor, shaking the entire castle.

The explosion sound came from Harry's office. General Dumbledore stabilized his body and ran towards Harry's office with his wand in his hand.The terrified portraits in the corridor gathered together to discuss and wonder what had happened.Harry's office door was locked, and Dumbledore used a spell to open the door and rushed in, and then saw that the door that had always been locked was half open, and black smoke was emitting ominously from inside.

"Harry? Harry, are you in there?" Dumbledore hurried over and found Harry lying on the ground covered in blood, the wooden workbench had been blown into a pile of pieces, and the whole room was emitting an ominous smell. depressing atmosphere.Dumbledore hurriedly squatted down to check Harry's situation.Harry had passed out, his glasses were all shattered, blood was coming out of his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and he looked very dangerous.

Dumbledore immediately checked Harry's injuries, used a spell to stop the bleeding, and immediately took him to the school infirmary.

"The situation is too bad, Albus." The young Pomfrey shook his head. "The internal organs are ruptured, the bones of the whole body are almost scattered, and there are injuries caused by black magic and spells. We must send him to the hospital immediately." to St. Mungo's."

"Will he die?" asked Dumbledore sharply.

"You found out in time, Harry won't die." Pomfrey said worriedly, "But I'm not sure how far he can recover. Just now I felt that the castle seemed to be shaking. What did he do?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "We'd better send him to St. Mungo's now. When he wakes up, we'll find out what he's researching."

Pomfrey hesitated, swallowing the fact that she wasn't sure if Harry would wake up again.