[HP] Dearest Enemy

Under the guidance of the therapist and the careful care of the house-elf, Harry's body gradually improved.Erin would come over every weekend to chat with Harry and talk about new things happening in school.Harry always has a way to relax the inarticulate Irene, and Irene sometimes talks to Harry about her troubles.A few short meetings brought the distance between the two closer.Irene also improved the potion formula based on the research materials provided by Harry, reducing the side effects of the potion a lot.

However, even taking potions every day could not restrain Harry's body from gradually collapsing.Harry began to experience confusion even when he was awake.The therapist insisted that Harry be hospitalized after the examination, but Harry refused.He knew when his life would come to an end, and in Godric's Hollow, apart from being a little lonely, it was obviously better than staying in St. Mungo's.

Harry told Irene to buy himself a thick diary to prevent himself from forgetting things, and then enchanted the diary without telling Dumbledore, which took Harry two weeks.Irene got some plant seeds and planted them in the garden, and the seeds germinated quickly under the effect of magic.There was one more thing to pass the time, and with his body recovering well, Harry's spirit was also much better.

On the other hand, Tom's work in the school is gradually getting on the right track.The teaching position at Hogwarts is actually not busy, and Tom spends his spare time in the library.He is still looking for a way to transfer the soul, but he has not gained much.On the other hand, Tom used his own network to find Harry's whereabouts, but it still had no effect.Harry seemed to have evaporated from the world, no matter how much he and Al searched, they couldn't find any trace of Harry.

Tom never doubted the reason and purpose of Irene going to Dumbledore's Transfiguration every weekend.

"Tom, it's rare to take a break. Do you still want to find someone?"

The gray-eyed young man in the office was wearing a robe with very flowing fabric, and his black hair was casually tied behind his head with a silver headband. He was sitting in Tom's armchair in a comfortable sitting position and drinking a cup of coffee.

"I don't think I need to say more about this, Al." Tom replied while turning over a stack of parchment in his hand, and then suddenly raised his head and looked at his friend as if remembering something, "It's okay for you to run around like this with me ?"

"Of course not. The heir to the Black family is Orion, and I'm just an idler." Alfart shrugged, "I've moved out since Walburga married him in June, and I've been living alone. "

Tom raised his eyebrows, lowered his head irresponsibly, and put the things in his hand on the desk after a while.

"Where are you going today?" Arafat put down his glass and stood up and asked.

"Godric's Hollow," Tom said.

"Haven't we been there?" Alphat asked in surprise.

"I'm going, not us." Tom patted his friend on the shoulder, "You'd better go back to Grimmauld Place today."

"Huh? Tom," Alfred followed his friend out of the office dissatisfied, "You said you would thank me well."

"Worried about my promise?" Tom raised an eyebrow to look at his friend, and patted his arm, "Don't think about it, I just want to go to the valley to see, if I come back early, I will find you."

Alfat shook his head: "If you don't stay there for a day, I will find it strange."

"It won't be long," said Tom, taking out a key, "or you can go to my house and wait for me."

Alfat looked at Tom, and then took the key: "You know I don't know anything about cooking, but I will go into the kitchen when I'm hungry, so—"

"Al, when did you become so wordy?" Tom looked around and strangled Al's neck, "Just wait for me at home, you understand?"

Arfart said hoarsely, "Professor Riddle, your behavior must conform to the norms of a professor."

Tom snorted and let go of his friend.

The two walked out of the Hogwarts gate side by side, and Alfred called out to Tom who was about to Apparate.

"Don't be too sad," said Arafate, "you will see Harry again."

Tom nodded to show he understood, and disappeared with a snap.

Because it was the weekend, Irene took this opportunity to come to the valley to deliver potions to Harry.The weather was perfect, and the two walked and chatted in the garden after having lunch together.Harry made Irene laugh with a joke about werewolves and dwarfs, and when he turned around, his eyes glanced at the house he used to live in, and then he couldn't help but froze.

The house of Dumbledore's family is not far from the small house that Harry bought at that time. Standing in the garden, you can see the other's house clearly, but the person standing at the door of Harry's house can't see it now. people in the garden.

That's Tom.He was standing at the door of the hut in the robe he usually wore, looking up at the unoccupied house.He was thinner than before, and the black robe made him look even more slender.Harry blinked, then made sure he had read correctly.

Tom stood at the door for a short time before pushing open the little gate on the fence and going in.Harry watched as he took out his wand, opened the door, entered the house, and walked out ten minutes later.Harry stared intently at Tom and sighed, then sat down slowly on the low steps in the porch, hunched over, staring blankly ahead.

"Harry?" Erin called.

Harry walked forward involuntarily, but stopped after taking a step, he didn't hear Erin calling him at all.Eileen looked at the man sitting on the porch, then at Harry who seemed to have forgotten everything around him, and finally closed his opened mouth again.

He wasn't here, and even though he knew he couldn't be here, he still couldn't help but want to take a look.This house was unfamiliar, but inside it had the breath of Harry's life, and traces of him, even though it was covered with dust.The last time I and Alfred came here late at night, there was no trace of Harry's presence.Harry didn't see anything left in the house in London either. He wiped away his traces as if he had never lived here.Tom sighed for a long time, although it was the expected result, it still made his eyes a little astringent.

Harry, do you really want to throw everything away?

The black figure sat on the porch for more than half an hour before standing up, taking one last look at the cabin, and leaving.Harry didn't move or speak during this time, and only waited a while after Tom left before silently taking off his glasses and wiping them on his robes.

"Harry, are you okay?" Erin asked a little worried.Harry waved his hand and gave a faint smile.

"I'm fine. Let's go back to the house."

Erin nodded, helped Harry back into the room, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.Harry remained silent, his green eyes seemed to be looking at what was in front of him, but he seemed to be looking at nothing.

"Tom, he looks all right." Harry said slowly after a while, "Why did he come here?"

"Professor Riddle has been looking for you." Irene replied in a low voice, "He asked everyone to pay attention to your news."

Harry didn't move, seemed to be listening to Erin, and didn't seem to be listening.

Irene hesitated for a moment, then sat down beside Harry: "Professor Potter?"

Harry turned to look at her.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you," Eileen whispered, "but I want to ask a question."

"Ask." Harry said flatly.

"I've known for a long time that Professor Riddle likes you very much." Irene said carefully, "You like him too, don't you?"

Harry looked at her for a while, then nodded slightly: "Yes, I love him."

"Then why... did you separate?" Irene asked. "Professor Riddle is in pain. Although he hides it well, I can see it. You miss him too."

Harry didn't answer, and was silent for a while before speaking: "Irene, can you bring me the diary for me?"

Irene nodded, went upstairs to find the thick diary and pen, and handed these two things to Harry.

"I'm sorry, Irene, I can't answer your question today." Harry rubbed the leather cover of the diary and whispered, "You go back today, and I will tell Dumbledore where you went. Let Kaka Take you home, okay?"

"I'm sorry." Irene apologized with some guilt. Harry waved her out, then opened the pen and opened the diary, writing the date on one of the blank pages.

October 26, [-]

...Tom...

The tip of the pen stopped, and Harry stared blankly at the name, unable to write any more.

Tom

Tom

Tom

……

Tears had soaked the pale yellow paper, and the name had been blurred into a blur of ink dots, but Harry didn't notice and continued writing.It was a long time before Harry noticed the blurred name, and the entire page was covered in tear stains.

Actually cried, I was really sentimental.Harry took off his glasses mockingly and smoothed the page with his hand, but he couldn't stop the tears from falling from his eyes.

How nice it would be if you weren't you.

Alfart looked at his friend sitting across from him who obviously had no appetite, and knowing that he had nothing to gain today, he could only shake his head.

"Tom, you can't go on like this forever."

The young man with dark eyes suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head and smiled at his worried friend: "You don't understand what he means to me."

Alfat snorted: "Then find someone who understands you better than I do."

"Al, are you mad?" Tom looked at him.

"I don't need to be angry with you." Alfat poked the pie on the plate, "but you really look like—"

"Al, that's enough." Tom put away his smile, and there was tiredness in his voice, "Stop talking."

"Sorry." Alfat said sullenly, finished his share of pie in threes and fives, then wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.

"I'm not trying to get mad at you." Tom pressed his buddy, "I'm sorry, Al."

"You don't have to apologize," Arfate said, "I just don't want to see you in this pain."

Tom bent his lips: "Then pray to Merlin for me, maybe I can see Harry again."

Looking at his friend's face, Alphat couldn't help feeling uncomfortable: "Could it be that Harry really..."

"A year to go," whispered Tom. "I must find him."

Alphat patted Tom on the shoulder comfortingly: "I haven't seen anything you can't do."

Tom finally smiled.

The weekend the first snow fell, Travers knocked on Tom's office door.Tom was looking at a large, worn piece of parchment spread out on the table, and saw Travers come in and tap it lightly with his wand.

"Professor, this is what you want me to look up." Travers took out some parchment from his robe pocket and handed it to Tom with both hands.Tom took it and looked at it and asked.

"What about Irene Prince?"

"She was withdrawn," Travers said. "Prince had few friends at school, never hung out with other people on the weekends, and always found a place to make her own medicine and never showed her. What did you do?"

"Travers, you should be very clear that what I'm asking is not something that everyone knows." Tom said coldly, "Irene goes to Dumbledore's tutoring for Transfiguration every weekend, but she herself is not in Transfiguration. In the professor's office, do you understand?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Riddle." Travers took a trembling step back, bowing his head very low.

"And these." Tom threw the papers in his hand to Travers' feet. "These things are worthless at all. I doubt if you listened carefully to what I asked you to do. Nagini."

Travers trembled suddenly, Nagini curled up at his feet as if appearing out of nowhere, raised his body and looked at the young man with black eyes: "Tom?"

"Our friend needs a little punishment," Tom hissed in Parseltongue, then switched to English. "You need to remember this punishment before you make the same mistake again."

Nagini entangled Travers and slowly crawled towards his neck, until the boy fell to the ground pale and trembling, Tom let Nagini let him go, and Travers He squatted down beside him, reaching out his hand to raise his head.

"Don't make the same mistake again, understand?" Tom asked softly.

"Yes, Mr. Riddle." The boy replied tremblingly.

"Very good." Tom showed a satisfied expression. "Then, now go and call our heroine. If I don't see her within half an hour..."

"Please, please rest assured! I'll go right away." Travers immediately jumped up and fled the office.Tom stood up slowly and went back to sit down behind the desk. Nagini, who had already dismounted from Travers, climbed up Tom's lap and rubbed his palm.

"This kid is not scared at all." Nagini twisted his body, "It's so boring."

"A professor can't punish his student unduly," said Tom absently, "even if the student makes a mistake."

Nagini said "oh" suddenly, and Tom stretched out a finger to gently stroke Miss Snake's head, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile that was not a smile.

You are well hidden, dear Miss Irene Prince.