HV through 70 years

"Albus Dumbledore said casually, but his brown eyes were fixed on Harry: "I don't know if it's offensive, but we decided to invite you when we knew that Tom Riddle was completely educated by you." You teach at Hogwarts.You are exactly what we need. "

"Sorry..." Harry doubted his hearing a little: "Didn't you come here to talk to me about Tom's going to school?"

"Of course, this is also one of the purposes of my coming." The young Dumbledore replied: "Tom is a very talented child and should be well-educated. Of course, I don't mean that your kind of tutor The method is not good, but this kind of education is not comprehensive. I believe that as a capable wizard, you should understand the importance of developing a good talent."

"I know." Harry nodded, "I was planning to send him to school. What I can teach him is far less than what he can learn in school. He is so smart, he will definitely learn more in the future." become a great person.”

"What about you?" Dumbledore asked Harry back, "Are you considering going to school with Tom?"

"I..." Harry hesitated, "Of course I want to go...it's just..."

"Don't you want to educate Tom anymore?" Dumbledore grabbed Harry's weakness: "He was adopted by you recently?! I know that when he was in the orphanage, he did a lot of violations of Hogwarts. The matter of school regulations... Now you don't go to school with him, what if he is lured after he arrives at school? And... Tom seems to be very attached to you. If you let him go alone, I'm afraid of him Maybe I would turn down such a good opportunity..."

"I accept." After thinking for a while, Harry felt that this was a good way, so that he could continue to watch Tom educate him at any time, so he nodded and agreed: "I am willing to accept your invitation."

"It's getting late, would you like to have a light meal at home?" After talking for a while, Harry looked up at the time on the wall, then turned his head and said to Dumbledore: "There is nothing to prepare, just eat something Bar."

"Okay." Dumbledore responded in agreement: "It's just a chance to taste the craftsmanship of my future colleagues."

So when Tom came home, he saw a strange young man with long auburn hair and beard sitting in his place, which was annoying no matter how he looked.Of course, what was even more annoying was his brother's expression.Smiling so happily.snort!

"Brother, who is this uncle?" Tom suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and raised a childlike smile at the other party: "What's the matter with him coming to our house?"

"He's Professor Dumbledore." Seeing Tom, Harry smiled brighter: "He's the Transfiguration teacher at the school you're going to."

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." Tom called sweetly, then walked back to the room, put down his schoolbag, took out the admission notice and walked in front of Dumbledore: "You came just in time. I don't plan to go to Hogwarts anymore .”

"Really?" Dumbledore did not accept the admission letter, but turned his gaze to Harry aside: "This is a pity. It must be boring for you to teach at Hogwarts by yourself. I must Will take good care of you."

"What?!" The innocence disguised on Tom's face disappeared in an instant: "Brother, when are you going to this school?!"

"Just today." Harry shrugged innocently: "I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"Hurry up and give me the admission notice." Dumbledore smiled and went to pick up the paper in Tom's hand, and Tom quickly took his hand back: "No! I'm going too! Brother doesn't need you Take care! Brother is mine!"

"It's so cute." Dumbledore smiled indifferently, and then asked Harry, "Do you mind if I use the Floo Network?"

"Of course not." Harry shook his head, "You can do whatever you want."

"Okay then. See you on September [-]st."

After seeing Dumbledore off, Harry re-cooked dinner for Tom, and the two went to bed together.Tom kept turning over there, and Harry was a little strange, so he turned around and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"Brother..." Tom's face was even paler under the moonlight, and his black hair was softly attached to his ears, as beautiful as an elf who had fallen into the mortal world.At this moment, there was pleading in his big eyes: "Can you... hug me to sleep?"

"It turned out to be this one. Of course. Have a nightmare?" Harry hugged Tom's taller and taller body tightly in his arms, comforting him gently: "Go to sleep soon. Tomorrow weekend, I will take you to Diagon Lane for books. You'll love it there."

"Yeah." Tom closed his eyes obediently, rested his head on Harry's chest, and slowly fell asleep to the sound of Harry's heartbeat.

☆、A trip to Diagon Alley

?Tom woke up early the next morning.It's warm all around.He was in a daze, and it took him a while to remember that he was no longer living in the orphanage.Now he, with this person beside him.This man brought him many things that he never had.This man has the same abilities as him.This person... is his reliance in this world.

"Are you awake?" Harry retracted his arm that had been pressed all night and rubbed it: "I woke up very early today. Do you want to sleep again?"

"No." Tom sat up and shook Harry's body: "Brother, get up quickly, I want to go to Diagon Alley."

"Okay, I got it, don't touch it." Harry suppressed a smile, "It's so itchy..."

"Where is it itchy?" Tom touched it more vigorously: "Is it here, here, or here?"

"Stop making trouble." Harry's face turned red because he couldn't help laughing: "Do you still want to go to Diagon Alley? Hurry up, get up and eat, and then I will take you there."

"Ok!"

After the two got out of bed, Tom went to wash up, and Harry made some preparations in advance while making breakfast.He found Tom's admission letter and looked carefully at the books and equipment listed on it.

"Incoming first-years require... three sets of plain smocks (black)...one plain peaked hat for day wear...one pair of protective gloves made of dragonhide or similar material...one winter cloak...all to be worn There is a name tag..." Harry looked at the clothes listed above, and frowned: "Why is it the same as I was back then... Hogwarts really has no sense of innovation, no matter what class of students all wear the same clothes, so What a difference..."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Tom, who came out after changing his clothes, looked at Harry who was talking to himself with some surprise: "Is there anything strange about that thing?"

"No." Harry adjusted his expression, showing a gentle smile: "I just took a look. Oh, breakfast is almost ready, let's go eat."

After eating, Harry changed his clothes, then took Tom's hand and went out together.

"Are we going to buy something on this list?" Tom followed Harry forward while looking at the list sent with his admission letter: "Dragon skin? Does this animal really exist? And...monsters? These are amazing...I've never seen them before. But brother, is there really a shop that sells magic wands?"

"Of course." Harry carefully looked at the surrounding environment: "If these things didn't exist, we wouldn't be able to understand Parseltongue, let alone your abilities that are different from ordinary people."

"Yeah!" Tom nodded, grabbed Harry's hand and followed him closely.There was no reason, he just believed what Harry said.

They passed bookstores, machine factories, vegetable markets, bakeries, etc. all the way, and kept walking.At last we stopped in front of a dingy, cramped bar.

"It's here." Harry pointed to the small bar sandwiched between the bakery and the bookstore, and looked at the building in front of him with some surprise: "It's still the Leaky Cauldron."

"The Leaky Cauldron?" Tom repeated. "Aren't we going to Diagon Alley?"

"Here..." Harry bowed close to Tom's ear: "Ordinary people can't see it. Only wizards can see it."

Tom looked around.Sure enough, only the two of them stopped here, and the rest went straight into the two nearby stores to buy what they needed.

"And, the point is that this is still the entrance to Diagon Alley." Harry said as he pulled Tom up and walked inside: "You'll understand after we go in."

The inside of the Leaky Cauldron is much better now than it was 70 years ago.Those dirty and messy scenes are still only in Harry's memory.Several people in wizard robes were sitting in a corner drinking.Seeing the two of them coming in, they both cast curious glances at them.

"Hello, new here?" The bar owner greeted Harry while wiping his wine glass: "It's rare to bring your son to the bar. How about it, would you like a glass of sherry? We still have milk to provide Give it to this kid!"

Tom glanced at him indifferently.The bar owner shrank his shoulders: "Well, this kid's eyes are quite powerful..."

"His name is Tom, and he's my brother." Harry explained to the boss, "I'm here to take him shopping in Diagon Alley."

"Oh, oh, good." The boss nodded: "Go to the back."

They walked across the bar to a small walled patio.There's nothing here but a trash can and some weeds.Harry turned around and smiled at Tom: "Unhappy?"

"No." Tom replied stiffly, "Am I like your son?"

"It's just a joke. Don't be angry." Harry ruffled Tom's black hair: "Did he say there's something wrong with us looking alike?"

"But..." Tom wanted to argue reluctantly, but Harry was concentrating on counting the bricks on the wall above the dustbin.

"Count up three dollars - then two dollars down the line -" Harry pulled out his wand. "Okay, stand back, Tom."

Then Harry tapped the wall three times with his wand.The brick he had knocked on trembled and began to move, a small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole grew bigger and bigger, and in a short while there appeared before them an archway wide enough for them to pass, leading to a winding road. Winding, endless cobbled streets.

"How about Tom?" Harry turned his head to admire Tom's rare surprised expression: "Welcome to Diagon Alley. Your first step into the wizarding world."

Tom opened his eyes in surprise.This was the first time he really saw the wonder of magic.He couldn't wait to learn more, more.He involuntarily walked towards the wall.Harry followed suit.The archway slowly narrowed after they walked through it, and finally became a wall again.

Diagon Alley is still very lively.Time never seemed to have any effect on this little street.Harry recalled the first time he had been on this street.All that is still vivid.

"Brother, I found a place that sells pot!" Tom's voice was full of joy: "Look!"

Harry woke up from the memory and looked in the direction of Tom's finger.The store was near them, and there was a stack of pots outside the door.A sign hangs above the pot: Copper—Brass—Tin—Silver Cauldron, complete models, automatic stirring—collapsible.

"Let's go buy something else first." Harry took Tom's hand: "Go buy a wand first."

They went as far as the last store in Diagon Alley.The shop was small and shabby, and the gold lettering on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander - Fine Wands Since 380 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.Exactly the same as when Harry met him.

They opened the door and walked in.From somewhere behind the shop came the tinkling of bells.The shop is small, with nothing but a bench.Tom saw thousands of long, narrow cartons stacked almost to the ceiling.The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that mysterious magic is hidden.Tom's eyes lit up.

"Good morning," said an old man who came down from the big ladder, his pale eyes were very bright in the dim environment, "Do you want to buy a wand?"

"...Yes." Harry pushed Tom out: "Please choose a suitable wand for him."

☆、Adventure in the Wand Shop (Revised)

"Him?" Ollivander adjusted his glasses: "Let me see..."

He was so close that his nose almost touched the tip of Tom's nose, and Tom stiffened to avoid his touch, but finally resisted.

"He..." Ollivander murmured a few words: "It seems to have the blood of the Marvolo family..."

"Mr. Ollivander, Tom can use both hands." Harry interrupted Ollivander, not wanting him to mention the Gaunt family, which would affect Tom now: "What kind of wand should he use?" ?”

Olivier glanced at Harry lightly.Then he slowly took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket and started measuring.

"Hold your arm up. Good." He measured Tom, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally around his head.As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a super-magical substance, that's what it is. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves. Each Every Ollivander wand is unique as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly alike. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, it will never work as well .”

When the distance between the two nostrils was measured, Tom sneezed uncontrollably.Harry rushed over anxiously: "Are you okay? Tom? Did you catch a cold?"

"I'm all right, brother," Tom replied to Harry. "It's all right. It's just because of the ruler."

"How about this?" Ollivander handed Tom a wand: "Twelve inches long, mahogany, dragon's nerve."

Tom waved his wand.Ollivander immediately took it away again: "No, no, no, he doesn't belong to you. There should be something else..."

Tom looked at Harry with some displeasure.Harry rubbed his head: "It's okay. Every wand made by Mr. Ollivander is alive, and it will choose its own wizard. Only when you choose each other can you exert its greatest power."

Mr. Ollivander, who was walking through the shelves, glanced at Harry again.

"May I know your name, sir?" He asked Harry as he picked out some long boxes and moved them down. "Also, may I see your wand?"

"This is my brother, Harry Riddle!" Tom answered before Harry, "My brother's magic is very powerful!"

"This..." Harry shook his head in embarrassment: "It's not that powerful... Oh, this is my wand."

He took out his wand and handed it to Ollivander.

"Hmm...hawthorn wood, unicorn hair, ten inches long..." Ollivander carefully looked at the wand in his hand, and suddenly his eyes flashed: "Isn't this your original wand?!"

"No. My original wand is broken." Harry shook his head to confirm the other party's statement: "This one belongs to someone else."

"It's strange... I obviously made this wand... But why don't I remember it at all..." Olivan's face became a little serious, and he thought hard: "What's going on... "

"That..." Harry interrupted Ollivander, and said cautiously, "You didn't make this wand."

"No, I definitely made this!" Ollivander said firmly, "It's absolutely right!"

"Brother, I found it!" Harry, who didn't know how to answer Ollivander, was overjoyed when he heard this voice, and hurried to Tom's side: "How is it?"

"Brother, I think there is a special feeling in holding it." Tom's eyes were full of heart-wrenching joy: "Look!"

He waved his arm, and the magic wand emitted a dazzling light, refracting colorful spots on the wall.It's really amazing.Infected by his joy, Harry also laughed sincerely: "That's great!"

"Yew wood, phoenix feather, thirteen and a half inches long." Ollivander walked over holding Harry's wand: "This wand has been made for a long time. No suitable person has been able to take it. Congratulations You, this is really a very good wand. Two wands were made out of the two tail feathers of this phoenix, and no suitable person has been found yet.”

"..." Harry suddenly remembered something.He remembered that it was he who had taken the other one with him when he came to buy the wand.Holly, eleven inches long, with phoenix feathers.Is it all predestined by God?Since he bought another wand?

He shuddered.I didn't even dare to look at the happy Tom.Things are becoming more and more the same as the version he knows well.He is now more and more suspicious of everything he does.If the result is still the same in the end, then what is the significance of what he did?

"Brother, Mr. Ollivander is calling you." Tom tugged at Harry's sleeve: "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?"

"...It's okay." Harry forced a smile: "What's the matter, Mr. Ollivander?"

"Seven Galleons." Ollivander pointed to the wrapped wand in Tom's hand: "And this wand of yours."

"Oh, good." Harry took his wand, paid for it, and the two of them left Ollivander's wand shop and walked back together.Tom was a little excited because he got a new wand. It was the first time for him to express his feelings so childishly, holding the wand and waving it non-stop.So he never noticed that Harry hadn't smiled since they came out of Ollivander's wand shop.He kept frowning, thinking about something alone.After they missed Mrs. Malkin's Robe Store and Leigh's Bookstore, Tom discovered Harry's abnormality.He was a little overwhelmed.

"Brother...what's the matter with you?" He asked Harry cautiously, for fear of making him even more unhappy: "Did I do something wrong..."

"Ah, no, no." Harry recovered from his own world, saw Tom's little pale face, and felt distressed: "It's okay, brother is okay."

"Brother, it's fine if I don't go to Hogwarts." Tom suddenly looked up into Harry's eyes as if he had made up his mind: "It's fine if I don't go there, as long as I can be with my brother."

"No, I'm not angry because of that." Harry realized that his behavior just now made Tom feel insecure. He held Tom's hand holding the wand and smiled as usual: "Can you go to Hogwarts?" , I am very happy. You just got your own wand, it is still waiting to create a new world with you, how can you give up so early."

"Brother, will you always be with me?" Tom looked at Harry expectantly, "Will you always be with me until I create a new world?"

"This..." Harry pinched the tip of Tom's nose and said jokingly, "I'm thinking about my whole life now at such a young age?! Let's go buy books quickly! Where is Lihen Bookstore? Oh, I missed it just now Ah...there is also Madam Mojin's gown store, why did I miss it..."

After buying the required books in Lihen Bookstore, they went to Madam Mojin's robe store.At this time, Madam Malkin was much better-looking than the squat witch in Harry's memory.

"Do you want to buy clothes? My dear?" She looked at Harry and Tom with a smile on her face: "We provide various styles of wizard clothes!"

☆、Harry's Promise

? "We want to buy Hogwarts uniforms." Harry replied: "The name is Tom Riddle."

"Hogwarts school uniforms..." Mrs. Malkin led them into the store: "We have a lot of them here, but to be honest, there are not many people who come to buy school uniforms now." Malkin The lady made Tom stand on a footstool, and put a gown on him, and pinned it to his length.

"Honey, are you a freshman?" Mrs. Malkin chatted with Tom while measuring the size: "Why did you choose things so early? It's still a long time before you leave school."

"Hmm." Tom casually responded to Mrs. Malkin's words, raised his head and looked around the store curiously. There were a lot of clothes, most of which were wizard robes, but there were differences in details.

"My dear, if you come a few days later, you may be able to see many people of the same age who may become your classmates in the future." Not caring about Tom's cold response, Mrs. Malkin continued her words: "You can go on again We became friends before school started."

"Is it important to have friends?" Tom raised his arm for Mrs. Malkin's measurement: "I only need to have a brother."

"Brother?" Mrs. Mojin was a little surprised: "The young man just now is your brother? You two brothers should have a good relationship, right?"

"Of course." Tom said in a very sure tone: "My brother is the least betrayal person in the world."

"Hmm." Madam Malkin didn't really think about the meaning of what Tom said, she just took it as gossip.After taking the measurements, she asked Tom to wait outside, and began to modify his clothes.

"Brother?" Tom walked outside happily, but found that the place was empty and there was no one there.He panicked.A strong sense of uneasiness hit my heart, my brother... why did he disappear...

"Ma'am, have you seen my brother?" Tom ran back into the room again and asked Mrs. Malkin who was using magic to change clothes.

"This... dear, I really don't know." Mrs. Malkin replied, "He didn't come in when we came in just now, maybe he went somewhere else..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Tom rushed out.Although he desperately told himself that Mrs. Malkin's words were right, and Harry only went out for a while, he would definitely come back to find him, but he just couldn't control the wild thoughts in his brain.Maybe he was abandoned again... There were people coming and going on the streets of Diagon Alley, but he just watched strangers passing by him blankly.He looked around, but he couldn't find the familiar smiling face.The two of them were still talking about the future just now.But now... he was the only one left.He was so scared.After experiencing those warmths, he could no longer accept the days without love in the past.He was so scared.

Brother... where the hell are you.In the end...why did you leave me so suddenly.brother... brother... brother...

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"Mrs. Malkin, where is Tom?" Harry took a copy of "Advanced Potion Making" and stepped into Madam Malkin's robe store again: "Oh? The clothes are ready?"

"Well." Mrs. Malkin packed three sets of black plain work gowns, a black plain peaked hat for daytime wear, a pair of protective gloves and a winter cloak and handed him: "He just ran out in a hurry Yes, I think you should look for him. He looked a little strange when he left."

"Well, good." Harry took the clothes and handed the money to Madam Malkin: "Thank you."

Walking out of Madam Malkin's robe store with Tom's new clothes in his arms, Harry looked left and right.no tom.Maybe he went to play, not necessarily.Harry thought, he must be very playful at such a young age.What's more, this place is so novel to him.So he wasn't very worried about Tom.

"Hey, did you see that little boy squatting near the pharmacy?" Two wizards who walked past Harry were talking about something: "He doesn't care if you talk to him, can't he talk?"

"It's a pity...that little boy is quite cute."

"Yeah. By the way, how many Galleons did you buy for the dragon liver today?"

"Don't mention it, that old man is still as stingy as before, and he doesn't talk about the price at all. He wants to make money and is crazy."

"Excuse me," Harry stepped forward to interrupt their conversation, "that little boy you just mentioned...what does he look like?"

"About ten years old... black hair, a little pale complexion. About this tall," the other party made a gesture, and looked at Harry strangely: "I don't know if you are..."

Harry didn't answer his words, but ran towards the pharmacy frantically.If that child was really Tom... He didn't dare to think about it any further, he knew that his actions just now might have misunderstood the other party.He'd had a hard time building that trust with Tom, and he didn't want to lose it.He regretted that he went to Lihen Bookstore on a whim just now.

Not far from the pharmacy, Harry saw the small figure squatting on the ground.God!It's Tom!

"Tom!" Harry put his arms around the huddled Tom: "Are you all right?! Are you all right!"

"...Brother." Tom's voice was muffled because it was buried in his arms: "You...why did you disappear suddenly...are you...are you going to leave me..."

"I'm sorry, brother is just going to buy books." Harry hugged Tom tightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't want to leave you, sorry, sorry, brother just wanted to prepare in advance... I thought I would come back before you tried it... I'm sorry, brother forgot to tell you, sorry."

Tom looked up slowly.His lips were covered with blood, but his entire face was pale and frighteningly pale.

"Brother." As if he didn't feel the wound on his body at all, he just looked straight at Harry: "Don't leave me."

"I won't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Harry blamed himself.He didn't expect this to happen.The trip to Diagon Alley, which was originally so happy, became what it is now because of him.But, where he couldn't see, Tom leaned on his shoulder with a smile on his face.The smile looked a little scary because of the blood on his face, but what was even more frightening was what was contained in those eyes.

elder brother.You promised me.very happy.Get your commitment.elder brother.

In the following time, the two of them held each other's hand tightly and never let go.When he went to sleep at night, Harry took the initiative to hug Tom and let him sleep peacefully in his arms.

☆、Nine and three-quarters station

? Neither of them ever mentioned what happened that day.The two still maintain the previous mode of getting along.During the day, when Tom went to school, Harry stayed at home to pack his things, read the books he bought, and occasionally looked through Tom's textbooks.To be honest, he still couldn't believe that he was going to be a teacher at Hogwarts.He actually became a teacher at Hogwarts.It was like a dream.In the evening when Tom came home from school, the two had dinner together, then Harry taught Tom some intermediate spells, told him some fairy tales in the wizarding world, and then the two went to bed together.Although Harry thought about sleeping separately from Tom more than once, every time he brought up the question, Tom started to change the subject on purpose, so the question kept dragging on.

"Tomorrow is your last day at Wood Elementary School, how are you feeling?" Harry asked Tom when he was lying in bed chatting with Tom on the weekend morning.

He didn't answer immediately, but after thinking for a long time, he said his answer: "Very good?"

"Why do you use a questioning tone?" Harry raised his head to see the expression on Tom's face clearly: "Don't you know any good friends there? You know, those friends who play together after school... By the way, Speaking of which, you never seem to come home late after school. Too bad."

"So what if it doesn't." Tom didn't care much about Harry's opinion: "I have no fun with them."

"Alas..." Harry lay back down again in frustration: "It seems that giving you a cat as a pet is indeed the right thing to do."

"What? A cat?" Tom sat up abruptly. "What cat?"

"Didn't your admission letter say that you must have a pet?" Harry pointed to the pile of things prepared for Tom to start school: "So I also prepared a docile cat for you. How about it?"

"..." Tom's reaction was very cold.He just turned his head and glanced at the pile of things, then turned his face away: "It doesn't matter. As long as you like it."

The two of them lay on the bed for a while and then got up.Harry took out a History of Magic and read it with him.The two of them sat on the same sofa, Harry held up the book, and Tom leaned on his shoulder, occasionally discussing a few places in the book that he didn't understand, and the day passed quickly.

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The day to go to Hogwarts came quickly. On the morning of August 8st, Harry and Tom packed up their things together, locked the door, and left London.He seemed a little excited because he was going to the place Tom had always dreamed of, and kept urging Harry to hurry up on the way.

"Brother, where are we going?" Tom carried his suitcase and walked quickly in front of Harry: "Platform nine and three quarters of King's Cross Station...what a strange platform name."

"We still have a long time, don't be in such a hurry." Harry looked at Tom who was in a hurry with some amusement: "There will be places for us on the train."

"But where is platform nine and three quarters?" Tom glanced at the ticket in his hand again: "Platform nine and three quarters, exactly eleven o'clock."

"Mom..." Just as they stood still in front of the wall between platforms nine and ten, a little girl's frustrated voice reached Harry's ears: "There's no nine and a quarter here at all." Platform three...they must have lied to me."

"McGonagall," the little girl's mother knelt down to comfort her: "There must be. They won't lie."

"Yes, there is." Harry walked to the little girl: "It's right here. You just go straight to the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, go straight Rizhong, that's important. If you're nervous, you just run."

"Really?" McGonagall, who was still a little girl, exclaimed happily: "Thank you, sir!"

"Hmm." Harry stroked her soft hair, then pointed in Tom's direction; "This is Tom Riddle, my brother, and he's also a freshman this year."

"Are you a Hogwarts student too?" McGonagall asked, "What grade are you in?"

"Is he that young?" Tom, who had been watching silently from the sidelines, suddenly interrupted: "He is a teacher, he is no longer a student."

"Hmm." Although Harry nodded in agreement with Tom's statement, he glanced at him with some doubts. Is he so old?Tom was quite happy when he heard that he was his brother before...

"What are you waiting for, hurry up." Tom tugged at Harry's sleeve: "Don't you go in from here?!"

"Oh, yes." Harry nodded, then turned around and greeted McGonagall: "Let's go, see you at Hogwarts!"

"Hurry up." Tom stood in the middle and urged Harry: "Hurry up."

"Goodbye! Brother Harry