[HP] 47 Days Transformation

The person Xiao Xiao had missed since the fourth grade now straddled his waist and hugged him like a patient with skin-to-skin contact with hunger and thirst.Drinking the love potion, he longed for his attention, his sight.

Love potions are simply the most powerful and effective love potions.It can create love out of thin air, but it cannot stir up love like an aphrodisiac, turning people into beasts.However, sex may not necessarily lead to love, but sex induced by love is so simple and logical.

Slytherin removed the clothes hanging from Harry's arms, completely released that body under the light, and stroked it almost obsessively.

Harry is not perfect, and the so-called flawless and delicate skin is only exaggerated in novels.There are shallow scars on his arms, shoulders, and legs, which are uneven to the touch, and the shape is even ugly and weird, but Tom can't move his fingers, and even obscenely wants to stick out his tongue to lick .

He did the same.

Harry hugged him obediently and obediently, resting his chin on the young man's well-developed shoulders, enjoying the satisfaction brought by skin-to-skin contact.

Tom suppressed Harry's dissatisfaction, pulled the distance between them, arched his back and licked Harry's chest and nipples that were exposed to his view.The bright red tongue sticks to the skin with ivory luster, and keeps licking it back and forth, leaving a watery luster, and the difference in color tone brings the effect of shocking the eyeballs.

"Oh!" Harry also gradually entered the state.

Even without love, a man's sexual desires can be quickly aroused, not to mention that with love as the premise, any contact will be endowed with a charming meaning.And between men and men, the charm is completely transformed into a passion that can make the blood boil.

Tom's hand went around the front of Harry's skeletal back, and slid down to hold Harry's place on his belly.Because of such an intimate posture, even the most intimate places are attached to each other without omission.

Harry was already half-erect.The stroking, kissing and teasing from his "lover" made him, who had always had very little need for this, couldn't help but bend his back slightly, and let Tom's fingers play tricks without any defense.

Tom felt the penis in his hand gradually engorged and hardened, and a sense of satisfaction that was successful in aggression and twisted and weird surged from his fingers to his brain.

No man can afford to be *directly* teased, and Harry is no exception.

Harry couldn't help but move his waist, with a growling gasp in his throat, obeying the *domesticated by the love potion, simulating the action of sexual intercourse, accumulating pleasure in the hands of his "lover" created by the love potion .His thin and powerful body was moving, his muscles were tight and his lines were smooth, and he definitely did not reveal a trace of weakness or a woman's breath, but it was so coquettish and seductive to the extreme that Tom's long-suppressed possessive desire burst out in an instant. It erupted from the darkest corner of my heart, staining those eyes red.

Hastily expanded for a while, and amidst Harry's uncomfortable protests, he let his erupted, extraordinarily ferocious penis touch Harry's ass slit, and found the hole, before Harry could react , The column body covered with blue veins has already sunk into the back | acupuncture point.

"Ahh!" Harry twisted wildly, his legs struggling to get up from Tom, and the effect of the love potion couldn't resist the fleeing* brought by the pain.But those hands pinched his hips, suppressing him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Harry just felt as if he was sitting on a knife's edge, only the pain occupied his thoughts, and even his fascination with the man in front of him was too much for the pain.

Tom's eyes were red.Being able to control the Horcrux very well, he has already been able to suppress the change of eye color to a large extent, but at this time, he can't care less about suppressing it.He stared at Harry's painful and obsessed expression, his strange possessive desire was satisfied - at this moment, all his expressions were because of him!

Whether it's painful, happy, confused or impatient, everything is because of his every move.

The more painful the better, the more painful the deeper the memory!

Thinking of this, Tom lifted Harry up with his arms that were not stiff but still strong, and his lower body slowly pulled out. Feeling the painful twitch of Harry's inner wall, he pushed forward fiercely again.

Harry wanted to push the body next to him away to resist the tearing pain, but he was conflicted under the effect of the love potion.

"It's so wonderful..." Tom kissed Harry's shoulder in admiration, but stared at Harry's expression like a wolf, enjoying it morbidly.

Harry's inside was tight and warm, even when he was standing still, he could feel the blood vessels on the inner wall twitching with the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the pleasure brought by sexual friction was simply irresistible.

For the first time Tom understands why sex is called forbidden fruit.Taboo, wrong, but addictive, depraved, and irresistible.

Slytherin leaned over and pressed Harry hard on the bed, and the connected parts were inserted even more horribly, making Harry tremble under him, and the intestinal walls contracted, making it the first time he had experienced lust. Slytherin gasped.

"It hurts, Tom, I hurt."

"Then it hurts." Tom smiled at Harry almost gently, but his lower body was as ferocious as a wild beast.The tone is lingering, but the content is cruel and cold.

Tom pressed Harry's shoulder, taking all his expressions into his eyes condescendingly.The movements of the lower body are quick and powerful, and the expression is almost ferocious. Only those eyes are red like fire, like his burning body, which can burn everything.

But the pain always fades away.

"Tom, I..." Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's neck, leaning forward with dazed eyes, licking the sweat from Slytherin's slippery chin.

The Slytherin who was propped up above had a cold look in his eyes, his red eyes almost radiated real light, and he pinned Harry firmly to the bed: "Say that sentence."

"...What?" Harry frowned at Tom, panting, his stomach burning from Tom's movements.He twisted his waist impatiently.

"Speak up!" Tom ordered stubbornly, ignoring Harry's question.He didn't want to tell Harry exactly what he wanted to hear.

If he says it himself, he loses.

He knew that Harry, who was controlled by the love potion, would absolutely obey his orders, but he couldn't tell him.He wanted Harry to speak out for himself!

"Tell me!" Tom jerked his lower body as punishment.

"Hmm... I don't know, I don't know what to say... Ah!" Harry's thighs were pulled apart, and Harry's shoulders were pressed down, revealing the most embarrassing* in the most shameful posture.

But Tom stopped talking, and pressed Harry with his body, acting crazily without knowing the time. During the effective time limit of the love potion, he forced Harry to orgasm again and again, letting himself wanton in his body .

At the climax, Harry trembled all over, his legs held up by Tom trembled, and even his soul was temporarily separated.

"Tom..." Harry lay wearily on the pillow, with ambiguous red marks all over his thin and strong back.

Tom squinted his eyes and half covered Harry.

"...I love you." Harry under the love potion said, closing his eyes.

Tom opened his eyes suddenly, stared fixedly at Harry who had closed his eyes, and tightened his arms around him.

He never thought that love is such a powerful word.

——"I can teach you how to make him fall in love with you."

——“I just want to keep him.”

However, he was not only satisfied with keeping him, what should he do?

The author has something to say: For the separator inside, I am sorry to use the separator to occupy the number of words, but in order to avoid harmony, please forgive me.

Donkeys will not be replaced next week, and will be temporarily released next week.

Then what else to say... I hope not to be locked ==, the whistleblower has no penis ==!

Finally, give the donkey 1 likes!Don't be too handsome to commit crimes against the wind! ! ! !

☆, September 1945, 7

Slughorn's Love Potion is just enough to last less than a day.All engraved pink colors will dim the moment the medicine loses its effect.

The effect of the medicine faded, and the hypocritical performance entered the most exciting part.

"...Harry." The child, no, the young man bowed his head and knelt upright by the bed. In a hurry, he only put on a pair of trousers, and his upper body was bare|naked.The hickeys and scratches on his upper body glowed an ambiguous red, poking Harry's eyes pungently.

... what did he do?

Harry was lying on the bed, his skin was in unreserved contact with the bedding—he was naked, his waist and hips were weak, and the parts below the waist and hips were almost numb and unconscious.The skin under the mattress had already been broken and bruised, spreading from the shoulders and collarbone to below the waist, and the inner thighs were even more messy.Clothes scattered all over the floor, sticky body...all of them reminded him of his sleep last night.

—He slept with his adopted son, his enemy.

Harry struggled to get up straight from the bed, the long pain in his lower body, and the numbness caused by being unable to move made Harry despair.He looked at the young man kneeling in front of the bed, couldn't believe it, and tried to speak: "...Here, what happened?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, and even opening his mouth could cause retching, and even his stomach began to convulse.

Tom was kneeling upright by the bed, his usually docile hair hanging down in a mess, so that Harry couldn't see Tom's expression clearly.

"Yes, I'm sorry...Harry." The forbearance, shame, trembling and embarrassing voice made Harry shiver suddenly.

"... I don't know, when I wake up..."

The tall and handsome boy explained, the muscles of the upper body were also highlighted due to the tension and panic, and the line of the jaw was also tense and cold, flustered, helpless and ashamed, but strong and calm.

Harry stared at Tom fixedly, the corners of his eyes almost flushed with shame and anger.

Same-sex|intercourse|joint, father-son|adulter...he can even come up with more ugly words.

Harry never thought he would be in such a situation.In the 20 years of his growth and the 17 years of his suspension of growth, his worldview is extremely simple.Friends, lovers, relatives, males, females, all identities stay where they should be, do not cross boundaries, do not stand alone.

until last night.

Harry held back the blood that was churning in his chest, and reached out to stroke his wand.

"As long as one, one Oblivion Charm, everything will return to the original point!" His voice was ugly and hoarse, he was frantically looking for his wand, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

You say he is cowardly or escaping from reality.Tom Riddle is his kid!

What is the concept of a child?The continuation of life, the inheritance of blood.He should devote all his heart and soul to family affection and expectations, not disgusting sexual desire!

Tom just knelt on the side of the bed, staring at the **** man, looking at all the scars on the body, and smiled slightly.Forgetting the curse?How could he forget!

But before Harry found the wand, the familiar Latin pronunciation of the spell sounded.

"Alahoo is open." The door lock bounced with a snap, and the door trembled, before being pushed open under Harry's desperate gaze.

"So you're all awake. Last night..." The voice with aria suddenly stopped.

Harry looked at the person coming, watched the blood on Malfoy's face fade away, his expression was horrifying: "Get out!"

Time can be turned back, but what happened cannot be erased.

Looking at the expressions of his subordinates, Tom narrowed his eyes happily.

Harry chased Malfoy away and sat on the bed for a long time before he gradually recovered.

what to do?His first thought was to leave and go back to 2001... Sure enough, he was still too weak.Gritting his teeth, Harry reached out to touch the hourglass hanging on his chest, but only touched his own bare chest.

He was startled, but the next second he found his hourglass by the pillow.He quickly took the hourglass and hung it around his neck.

"Put on your clothes first, Harry." Tom lowered his head lower, as if to avoid a more embarrassing situation.

With the cover of the bed, Harry naturally couldn't see what the young man was holding in his hand.

Tom squinted and fingered the silver hourglass lying in his other hand.

Hello time... hopper.

When the two got dressed and walked down the second floor, they saw Malfoy standing aside and waiting.

Harry tried to calm down, and immediately said when they met, "Sorry, Malfoy, I think erasing my memory is the best way."

"I'm also sorry, Mr. Potter, no Slytherin will allow a blank memory. Moreover, you have no right to erase a Malfoy's memory!" Malfoy refused without hesitation.

"Then what the hell is going on!!" Harry grabbed Malfoy's lapel, wanting to tear his eyes apart, his emerald green eyes were astonishingly bright as if they were burning, so beautiful that Tom followed him with a silent face. · Riddle couldn't look away, the small part of the neck that exposed the collar, with the beautiful hickey, was even more irresistible.

Malfoy was pulled at the front of his clothes and was forced to lean forward, with an embarrassed look on his face, but he tried to pretend to be calm: "I'm sorry for breaking into your room this morning, I just wanted to wake you up..."

"Don't be fucking stupid!" The enraged Harry couldn't help but swear, and approached Malfoy viciously, wanting to tear him to pieces, "You must have done something! Otherwise, how would I— —”

Harry stopped his mouth suddenly, unable to say the following words no matter what.Under the high-sounding clothes, the sore and weak muscles, the skin covered with red spots, and the trembling and weak legs, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, reminded him of yesterday's debauched, absurd and immoral *.

A CRAZY DREAM!And his enemy, adopted son - Tom Riddle.

Malfoy withdrew his bow tie from Harry's hand, and looked at him with embarrassment: "It's just... a love potion."

"Why is there a love potion in the wine!" Harry's throat was hoarse, and he even found it painful to swallow his saliva.

Malfoy pursed his lips: "It's just a graduation gift...According to the plan, the one who drank it should be...a girl."

Harry snapped out, slamming his clenched fist into the loathsome face.The always gentle Gryffindor was so angry that the corners of his eyes were red, his teeth were straining, and the muscles on his cheeks were faintly protruding: "That's someone else's daughter, too!"

"Hiss..." Malfoy gasped, the sharp pain on his cheek made him stagger.If you take a photo on the reflective glass, you can clearly see the marks on the cheeks and cheekbones that are gradually swollen and deepened.The pride of belonging to the pure-blood family was also irritated at this time, so he raised his voice, staring at Harry with gray eyes, looking a little ferocious and proud: "That's a love potion, not a love potion!

"The love potion has no estrous effect! Mr. Potter, the love potion can only create the illusion of love, not a direct sexual desire. What happened yesterday, even if it really went according to plan, if a girl drank it, it would bring nothing. It can only be a wonderful date! So, why did something beyond the scope of the love potion happen? Tom was drunk yesterday, and it is impossible to take the initiative to do that kind of thing. In this case, can I reasonably guess that Bo Subconsciously, Mr. Te has a passion for that kind of thing?

"In other words, Mr. Potter, do you subconsciously... have perverted feelings for Tom?"

Malfoy said, chuckling viciously, lowering his voice like a poisonous snake, hissing and injecting venom into Harry's aorta, and the mark at the corner of his eye also looked particularly ferocious and malicious.

"How is it possible! I am his father!" Harry gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes seemed to be on fire, and blue blood vessels appeared on his slender neck.

Malfoy didn't answer, just chuckled and shrugged.

Tom looked at Harry's clenched hand, eyes as dark as midnight, gleaming with eerie confidence.

Maybe Harry has always regarded him as a family member and a son, maybe Harry's feelings for him are only limited to family affection, maybe Harry believes in this, but from now on, he will gradually doubt, retreat, and question himself— —"Do I have perverted feelings for Tom"...

—Harry, you know what, I've won.

Of course Harry couldn't hear it.

"Let's eat." Harry put the knife and fork next to the plate, rubbed his temples, and sat down at the table wearily.The unspeakable place behind her was still tingling, her legs were still sore and limp, and her throat was burning like it was being torn.

"...I'm sorry, Harry." Tom looked at Harry, then lowered his eyes again, the pupils were pure black, making it impossible to tell the depth.

"Don't worry about it..." Harry smiled wryly, or should he actually apologize?

Tom raised his gaze suddenly, his dark eyes were like wedges, and they drove hard into Harry's soul: "But I can't help but care. You are my father...I'm sorry, I think I'm full."

"Are you sure if you do this, your Harry will take the initiative to stay?" Abraxas looked at his master suspiciously.

His master smiled faintly, his red eyes suddenly narrowed happily: "He will. I... know him too well. He will stay until... all our preparations are arranged after."

"Tom, can I go back to the cave?" Nagini, who already had thick thighs, wrapped his shoulders from Tom's feet and spat at Abraxas, but he was taken aback.

Tom touched the cold snake's head: "Wait a little longer."

The dark and terrifying Parseltongue made even Abraxas, who was born in Slytherin, shiver.

Nagini tightened his body unhappily. Snakes always like cold and humid places. London in June and July has aroused the repulsion in the nature of magical snakes.

"Don't worry, you will go back with Harry at that time." Tom stroked the python's head, his eyes were tender and comfortable, but Abraxas shuddered abruptly, "Didn't you... want to Did you play with Harry?"

The author has something to say: This chapter is a bit uncomfortable ORZ

Personally, I think it's a bit of a stretch, but...whatever, the donkey round came to ORZ...

In addition, the donkey still built a group, the group number is: 375895793, the stepping stone is [the first sentence of the author's words in Chapter 78], suddenly I feel that the stepping stone is a snake spirit...

This group will be disbanded after 47 is over, so girls should not feel any pressure to join or leave the group.

In the future, the meat will not appear on 123 Romance, and will be shared within the group.above.

☆, July 1945 (bug change)

1945年7月,距离1946年12月31日,还有一年又五个月,或者说三天。

This month, it seemed, was Tom Riddle's lucky month, and everything went as smoothly as he had expected - Harry stayed.Even though he became more and more taciturn, and only cared about studying hard, as if deliberately ignoring him, but...he stayed after all, didn't he?

Tom tucked his shirt into his trousers and fastened his tie expertly.In the mirror, the young man in shirt, trousers, vest and bow tie looks handsome and dashing, with the unique spirit of youth.

Tom Riddle has a vigorous appearance and age, but the only real thing is his soul soaked in darkness.

Tom buttoned his cuffs and grinned at himself in the mirror.

Another new day.

"Good morning, Harry." When Tom walked down the stairs, he could see Harry sitting at the dining table who had already started eating breakfast, and greeted him as usual.It was as if nothing had happened between the two of them.

"Yeah." Harry just nodded indifferently, not even interested in looking up, let alone seeing those eyes that once made Tom feel horrified.

The young devil chuckled lightly to hide his momentary unhappy expression.

He liked to look Harry in the eyes when he was talking.Not only because it can capture the other person's mood swings the fastest, but also because he likes the reflection of himself in those eyes.

A pair of eyes, a pair of pupils, can't allow too much light to pass through, but just enough to hold his own reflection-this extremely subtly satisfies Slytherin's desire for monopoly.

But Harry didn't even look up.

It doesn't matter.

Slytherin sat down across from Harry and smiled at Harry, who bowed his head.

If he was the only one left in Harry's world, who else could he look at?

"I'm done." Tom put down his knife and fork, "Then... I'm going to work."

Harry thought it was weirdly funny to hear such an everyday sentence from a generation of Dark Lords, but when he thought of the place where he worked, he couldn't even pull the corners of his mouth.

— Borgin Bock.

Whether he stops it or not, history will still develop like that, and there will be no change in the slightest.That being the case, why waste effort?

Harry had learned how to deal with negativity.

Hey, stop blaming this unrestrained savior.Now, if the 16 years of suspended growth are not counted, he is only 20 years old. At this age, the mind is initially determined, and even the bones are still growing; Repeated interpretation is also enough to make a 16-year-old middle-aged man passive and slow down.

More importantly, there is no time.

Had Harry Potter been the only one in the plan, he would have marched on until his head was bloodied, but there was more than his own shadow behind him.He has no time to entangle the overlapping trajectories of reality and history, he has no energy to suppress Tom Riddle, and he has no mind to consider the possibility of redemption.

What's more, no one knew that he had already hit his head badly.

He has missions and fights.In the future year 2001, what he faced was no longer the issue of redemption and depravity, but the choice between life and death.

Perhaps in the past 47 days, the only thing he has learned is how to choose—in the end, he is forced to choose helplessly.

"I'm leaving," Tom called into the house, putting on his shoes, as a husband reports to his wife before going out.

Tom finds the behavior amusing, even obsessed with the atmosphere and fantasy it creates.

Harry paused in the hand holding the spoon.

"Don't cause trouble." Harry still couldn't help but shouted a warning, and he was slightly relieved after getting an affirmative answer.

Harry's words made Tom couldn't help laughing, his eyes narrowed, and the smudged eyes became even darker.

And Harry didn't have time to look back at the child's leaving back, and hurried back to the study, looking for clues of the so-called weakness in Tom's book.

He kept comforting himself in his heart, there is still time, there are still seventeen months, don't be nervous.

Harry is back, and as Harry's friend, Jon is naturally very happy.

"Good morning, Harry." Jon put on his slippers familiarly, and followed Harry to the study.Looking at Harry's pile of books on the desk, he shrugged, "You seem to be very busy."

"Yeah, preparing...a long trip." Harry lied.He didn't have to tell Jon that he was leaving.Unlike usual, when he left this time, his horoscope would completely cover it up for him, covering up the traces of his presence.

"Don't you need to go on a mission?" Harry asked, turning a page of the book.

Jon straightened his body: "I'm on a mission now."

"Huh?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"There are some things that I think you need to know." Jon knocked on the table, looking at Harry with sharp eyes, as if there was some meaning, "Harry, a few months ago, hundreds of dementors in Azkaban Blame death, that is, in recent months, the giants in the eastern forest have also become restless, and the pure-blood families have begun to gather more and more frequently. At first we thought these things were irrelevant and were completely teased gone."

"Why is that?"

"D7234." Jon stared fixedly at Harry's expression, taking his momentarily astonished face into his eyes, "Since the discovery of their traces in England, the wizarding world has become unstable. Harry, are you know what?"

Jon was sure that Harry must know something, otherwise he wouldn't have shown such big emotional ups and downs in Germany.

Harry looked at Jon with the same sharp gaze that made Harry seem to be facing Hermione.

At this time, it is obviously a good choice to tell Jon the whole thing.As long as their danger is correctly recognized, Auror will suppress their existence and inhibit their growth.Even the entire wizarding world will start to take precautions against the Death Eaters...

Harry's lips quivered: "I do... know something. They are Death Eaters. They devoured a bag of the Dark Lord's old minions. They did these things in order to repeat the Dark Lord's dark reign in England. "

Jon smiled, but looked very serious: "Three months ago, I would have thought it was as funny as a child holding up a sword and saying that he wanted to be Merlin." "Then Harry, who is the Dark Lord?"

The wise Slytherin women were keenly aware of Harry's daze.

"...Sorry, I'm not sure," Harry said.

Borgin Bock didn't like the new kid.Or he doesn't like anyone, of course, he only likes money.

Oh, and he's going to pay the kid more!

"Boy, don't try to take a piece of wood scum from me!" The old man with hair like dry grass had a miserly and ferocious face.

The tall and handsome young man in a shirt and black pants shrugged: "How could it be..."

——Since he stepped into this store, almost everything is in his pocket.

Although Bogin Burke's magic shop is so dirty that Slytherin is a little impatient, it has the darkest business here. The people who come and go here are all fallen people who love and worship black magic, and black wizards who can sell their souls for power. The most suitable person to be absorbed by the Death Eater and become his minion.

"Hello, what do you need?" Slytherin smiled and looked at the person who came up with greedy eyes.

oh!The young Demon King nodded with his finger resting on his wand.He likes this kind of look the most, it makes him smell something that can be used.

So this time, where should the Dark Mark be marked?

At 07:30 in the evening, Tom just got home.

"It's not over yet! If I say no, there will be no!" Bojin Bok roared, feeling sorry for the salary he was about to pay, and determined to squeeze all the energy out of the boy.

Tom just glanced at him, his dark eyes giving Borgin Burk the illusion of suffocation.

"That's right, I just can't go..." Borgin Bock snorted coldly, then turned around and slipped back to his small room.

Tom sat in front of the counter, clasped his knuckles on the wooden tabletop, and made a 'tsk' sound impatiently.

Suddenly, he wanted to go home.

So he said goodbye to Borgin Bock impatiently, and strode home.

The lights in Godric's Hollow have been lit up far and near. The soft and warm yellow light and the warm and bright incandescent light give people a sense of fulfillment from a distance.

But Tom Riddle scoffed at these fulfillment, contentment, and happiness—just an illusion created by visual stimulation.

Slytherin walked around the statue in front of Godric's Hollow and walked towards the house that belonged to him.

From a distance, Harry was seen standing at the door, the light poured out from the door, flowing on his ankles, the halo was extremely soft.

And the other figure is... Jon.

Tom doesn't like Jon, maybe it's the repulsion of the aura among the same kind of Slytherin, just like the same powerful cheetah, they are afraid of each other.Or is there another reason?

Harry seemed to be discussing something with Jon, and Tom was a little annoyed by the way his eyes were staring intently at each other, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"...Harry, just because you don't want to tell me doesn't mean we can't find out. We've already..."

"Can't find anything?" The corners of his mouth raised, his muscles contracted, and he gave a standard smile.Tom leaned over slightly, and saluted Jon, so graceful that Jon choked all the words in his throat: "Good evening, Miss Jon."

Jon took a deep breath, his eyes calm: "Good evening, Tom."

Tom turned to look at Harry, and leaned forward very naturally: "I'm hungry."

"Well," Harry nodded, his eyes flickering away from the original topic, "dinner is ready. Jon, are you really not going to have dinner with us? I'll take your share."

"It's okay." Tom smiled, looking at the woman with eyes that almost merged with the night, "I think I'm so hungry that I can eat two servings today."

Jon calmly looked at the young man who was a head taller than his friend, his eyes swept over his arm on Harry's waist, ignored Tom's almost substantive cold gaze, and nodded slightly: "No, there is still something to do with the Aurors. .”

Jon left the house, turned around and could still see the light coming from the house.

——Harry didn't want to tell me, but it doesn't mean we can't find out.

Harry's attitude is weird, or...you can start looking here...

The author has something to say: about customization.Recently, due to the issue of strict crackdown, customization is not allowed to open meat, so... there should be no girls who want to customize the Qingshui version...

So the donkey decided to let it go.Maybe the ban will be lifted next year?It's still early anyway...

Found a very big BUG, ​​no one found it...

☆、August-September 1945

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

It was long past the end of the day, and the Auror office was already more than half empty, with a few people yawning and lazily walking towards the Ministry of Magic closet.

"Director, why don't you leave?" Alves got up from his desk, feeling a little helpless about his boss's enthusiasm for work.The tall man tugged on his tie and lay down beside his boss's table with a smile: "Jon, David and the others have a party tonight, won't you attend?"

"I still have something to do, so I won't participate." Jon pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose. "By the way, help me call up that Karkaroff's information when I leave."

She spent more than a month digesting the huge organization of Death Eaters bit by bit, trying to see through it.But she has been circling around the outermost layer of the organization, and the only unexpected gain for her is probably the breakthrough of Karkaroff.

"Karkaroff? That D7234, oh no, that member of the Death Eaters?" Alves remembered the name keenly, stood up, and immediately turned to carry out the task.

A stack of less than four pages of A4 paper records Karkaroff's more than 20 years in an extremely concise and general way.

Jon took the file and began to flip through it quickly.

Before the age of 17, Karkaroff, like all ordinary underage wizards, was too ordinary to be interesting.His grades are mediocre, his communication is mediocre, and being selected to participate in the trip to Hogwarts also depends on his parents' interpersonal relationship.But with the behavioral boundaries of Hogwarts, what will be presented to everyone in the future will be a nearly perfect top student.

Somehow, after graduation, he was directly hired by Durmstrang as a teaching assistant.

Such a transformation is like two completely different people.

Very... abnormal.

Jon put down the document and met Alves' eyes as soon as he looked up.

"Captain, what's the matter?" Even though Jon has been promoted to director, Alves is still used to calling her captain.

Jon didn't speak, she needed time to collect her thoughts.

What happened to Karkaroff at Hogwarts?Who did you contact?And what's the deal with Harry?

"Alves... Karkaroff is also related to Harry among the people he made friends with at Hogwarts..."

The two looked at each other, and saw the answer in the other's astonished eyes.

...Tom Riddle!

Alves smiled a little reluctantly: "How is it possible, Tom just graduated! Will he be related to Death Eaters?"

— Maybe, it's not just 'related' to the Death Eaters anymore.Jon only felt that her heart was thrown from the cliff, and the strong sense of weightlessness in her brain made her pupils constrict.

Only she and Harry had a face-to-face conversation, only she remembered the subtle changes in Harry's expression, and only she clearly remembered the question Harry tried to avoid: Who will the second Dark Lord be?

Does this mean... Tom Reed