[HP] Companion

Word of my meeting with Lovegood at the Hufflepuff gate eventually reached Tom's ears.

This time, Tom and I met at the owl shed. The Changing ink stationery store has several multi-color inks, and the colors are very beautiful.Although there are not many occasions to use it, I decided to buy some-after all, these colors are really beautiful.

There is no bad smell or dirty environment in the owl shed as imagined.Owls of various colors are flying around, and some are perched in a corner, combing their feathers.My little girl flew towards me and I handed her the letter and watched her fly out of the window until she was reduced to an invisible point.

Then I saw Tom sitting by the window, with one leg resting on the window sill, his head lowered as if in a daze.The setting sun slanted on the ground, staining him with a blush.I walked a few steps forward before I saw his stern face clearly. His face was expressionless and his lips were drawn into a line. Anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood, which is really surprising.After all, at Hogwarts, he has always shown himself to be stable and decent, and negative emotions have never appeared on him.And he doesn't look like he's angry, but... annoyed?

No, neither emotion was quite in harmony with Tom.

I scratched my hair in distress, now is not a good time to talk to him, but wouldn't it be worse if I turned around and walked away.I hesitated, and walked over to him.

"What are you doing here alone with a group of owls?" I tried to relax my tone, "Did you learn owl language by yourself?"

Tom looked up at me and said nothing.At this time, I could see his expression clearly. After several years of getting along, I could see the dullness and depression in his heart from that expressionless face. This is what he often showed in the orphanage.I hadn’t had my seventh birthday yet, Anne hadn’t made a wreath for me, I hadn’t had a magical riot out of anger, and I was still the most lovable kid in the orphanage.At that time I was afraid to go near Tom Riddle, and occasionally I would look at him from a distance.That's what he was like back then.

lonely.

Loneliness wrapped in layers of emotions.

I know, Tom likes Hogwarts.It changed him, it changed him from starvation in the orphanage, it gave him knowledge, it made him a favorite student instead of a monster to be feared, it made him know himself Noble blood flowed from him.He has found a companion, and if one day he finds his father, he will surely be ecstatic.

Here, Tom is not alone.

So... why did Tom show such an expression today?

In the end what happened?

"Tom?"

"You get on well with Cynthia Lovegood?"

Lovegood.Lovegood.It's about me again.For a split second I guessed what Tom was going to say, and it made me cranky.But seeing Tom's appearance again, I suppressed all the emotions: "How do you know?"

"There are so many people in Hufflepuff, you can just ask anyone," Tom said casually when he answered my question, "So, you get along well?"

"It doesn't matter who I make friends with."

"She's a saint."

He knows again.Through whom this time, Malfoy, or Black?Or another Slytherin?Before I could open my mouth to mock him, he threw another bullet at me: "Heilman is also a saint."

"... Are you surprised?"

"Are you going to be a saint too, Alice?"

The air quieted down.

I have asked myself this question, but I have not given myself a clear answer.If the Hellmans were really my family, would I join the Saints for that?

Gellert Grindelwald thinks that Muggles are dangerous. They are greedy and violent. Now they are killing each other. One day Muggles will definitely go to war with the wizarding world. Before that, Muggles must destroy their weapons and die. Their hopes, kill them - is it wrong?

Yes, I hate Muggles.

I vividly remember the group of kids in the orphanage who would frame each other for a little food, who would destroy beautiful wreaths they couldn’t get, who would lie to avoid blame.Mrs. Cole would make us eat less and change less for the sake of her booze.Muggles will also develop because of interests. They will kill countless people because of individual ambitions. They will break up families and separate wives. They will use machine guns and artillery fire to replace the laughter in the world.

This is Muggle, greedy, violent, unscrupulous.so--

why not?

"Why not?"

I don't have any beliefs, and I don't have much ambition. If the price of finding my family is to follow the Dark Lord and kill a few Muggles to do some dirty things, then I'm extremely happy.

"You don't understand me, Alice." Tom rubbed his temples, looking very tired.But what exactly is he trying to say?I can not understand. "Saints are dangerous. Grindelwald is afraid of Dumbledore, he is likely to fail, and if he fails—"

"I get it. So Tom, are you... concerned about me? Or are you holding me back?"

"I'm reminding you."

"Then what do you suggest? If I find my family, it is impossible for me to refuse their request. It is impossible for you, otherwise why are you still looking for your own father? If your father asked you to join the saints, would you Do you refuse?"

"I will," Tom replied without hesitation, "because I'll do better than a saint—than Grindelwald."

I know Tom's ambition, I know he has always wanted power, but from this day on, I finally understand the way he gets the means.

In a few years, he will live up to expectations to succeed Gellert Grindelwald, become the second-generation Dark Lord, and once again roll up the war in the European wizarding world.At that time, he had supreme power, and he could finally take revenge on those hideous Muggles.He's just as good as Grindelwald, and maybe, as he says, better.

"But Tom, I can't do that well."

Tom wants me to be sane and stand my ground.He hoped that I would not be involved in this dispute.But I longed for my family so much. From the time I had memory and was able to think, until now, I have longed to have a family.Heilman, no matter what, I have to go and see this family, no matter what the attitude towards me is.I must go.This has nothing to do with Grindelwald or the Saints.

"You don't understand me, Alice," Tom said with a hint of anxiety in his tone, "Germany is his home base, and if he fails, you will be involved. Until then, don't talk to the saints." involve--"

"Edith Heilmann said to protect me. Hellmann is the most powerful family in Germany, and I will not be harmed there. Besides, Britain is not so safe."

"I hope you……"

"You just don't want me out of your control."

When I calm down a few days later, I will realize that what I said at this time was too impulsive, and the calm and self-control I have always had collapsed at this moment. I finally expressed the thoughts that have been suppressed in my heart for several years:

"You've had me as your thing since before, and you've wanted me to come after you, don't you?—but I've had enough, I'm not your thing, and now I'm going to my family, and they won't Put me in danger. This is not your reason to stop me, and you have no position to stop me. Now I am a Hufflepuff and you are a Slytherin. You can have more friends and followers who you want , why do you have to come and restrain me?"

Tom said nothing.

He didn't contradict me.Did not refute me.I think I should be happy that I dared to say these things, but I also felt sad, and I couldn't breathe because of the sad pressure. Some kind of unspeakable feelings were poked to pieces at this moment, and tears gradually flooded.Hurry up and say something to refute me, I scream in my heart, hurry up and refute me.Just like before.Overturn all my words.

Say that I am your friend, that you care about me from the standpoint of a friend.Why can't I be your friend.

Why can't I be the special person in your heart, why is there no difference between me and others in your eyes.

But until the end, Tom only said a word.

"You're right, Alice. Let's not torture each other from now on."

"……OK."

Something just fell apart.

I turned and walked out of the owl house, trying to straighten myself.Don't cry, Alice, don't expose your vulnerability to others.At this time, there were still many people in the corridor. It seemed that someone was greeting me, but I couldn't hear it.I realized that my state was not suitable for others to see, so I knocked on a secret passage, the secret passage was gloomy, with only a few torches burning, even if someone passed through here, they would not be able to see me clearly.I slumped on the steps.

I hate tears. Since I was a child, I was not a child who likes to cry. This always attracts pity from others.I hate pity.

So don't cry, don't cry, Alice Hunter.

Even though I gritted my teeth, the tears still flowed down drop by drop. I hated my cowardice and my uncontrollable tears.

Last time, this is the last time, Alice Hunter.Last chance to cry.

Get rid of Tom completely from now on, he won't bother you anymore, he won't bother you any more.You don't have to worry about Tom anymore, and you don't have to worry about his every move.Isn't this the result you want?Get rid of him and you can live as you want.

This is what you want, Alice Hunter, this is what you want.So stop now and stop crying.

But why so sad.