HP told my dad to hit you after school

Isa floated in a gentle spot of light.

She is sober now.

The dog is Lorenz, the dog is Fassbender.She has an OWLS exam the day after tomorrow.

She pinched herself hard, felt in her school jacket pocket, and found that the wand was still there.There was still half a bottle of whiskey in my pocket, a bag of Sizzling Bees, and a piece of birthday cake in a small box.

She held the handle of the wand and tried to master the trajectory of her own movement in the void in a breaststroke position.

"... Isabella?"

"Total petrification!" she screamed.

Hit, but the spell doesn't work.Lorenz stood firmly not far away with a smile on his face.

"I'm just a memory, like a portrait." He spread his hands, "The spell doesn't work."

Isa hated her teeth and uttered several curses one after another.Anyway, it doesn't work, let's talk about it when it's cool!

"I have an OWLS exam the day after tomorrow!!!" she complained.

"I'm sorry, but I'm doing it for your own good."

Yisha didn't believe it: "Ghosts believe it! What kind of place is this?!"

"Dream."

Laurenz explained slowly.

"Eric created a magic item that can make people die in despair. He decided to do something to you father and daughter, so he ordered me to drag you into that dream of despair."

"So I'm now—"

"You are in another dream now."

"I created this by studying the principles of the dream of despair," he held up his gold-cased pocket watch, "dream of time."

"Eric was studying time. He discovered that there is actually another world behind the world, which is a world different from the timeline here. He peeked into a small corner, but that was enough."

Isa instinctively felt something was wrong: "Could it be..."

"He said that your father there became a ruler without love." Lorenz added quietly, "He said it was just ugly. But he was very satisfied. Because there is no you there."

Yisha knew it as soon as she thought about it: the original world!

"He decided to take you and your father to his bunker, let you witness your disappearance, and then merge the two worlds."

Yisha was horrified: "How to melt?!"

"Change the key time node. These two worlds are like two branches on the trunk, as long as the branches are closed—" he said.

"So I made this," he shook the dream of time, "unlike a time converter, there is no side effect of life loss or anything. You just need to change the world in the dream."

"You, you really helped me—no, you saved the world!"

"It's up to you to save the world." Lorenz smiled, "Your dream will be composed of fragments of that world. The principle is like a dream of despair, you will jump between different fragments and keep clearing. But as long as you find that The key to turning everything around—the key to turning that world into the current world, Eric can't merge, and there is no difference if he merges."

Isa quickly asked: "So I have to keep changing?"

"Yes. Because I think that you are the one who can continue to try despite the constant clearing."

I was praised.

"The time is coming." Lorenz looked at his watch, "The first dream is about to begin. The first dream is usually the one that your subconscious thinks can change everything the most. As long as you successfully change, you will be able to wake up. Otherwise you will Can't keep up with the OWLS exam."

Isa wasn't ready yet: "Cocoa, but, Thomas, haven't you always been on your uncle's side?"

Laurenz smiled brightly:

"Because of that world," he finally plucked up the courage to touch Isa's hair, "it's missing so much light. Little Basil."

She saw red telephone booths with retro decorations, gentlemen wearing civilized sticks and top hats, classic cars driving slowly on the road, London in October has always been so charming in her eyes.

Isa was facing the road, wearing her school uniform, and looked around in a circle in confusion.

So according to what Lorenz meant... Did she enter the original world?

Isa walked to the red phone booth, opened the door and went in. She didn't see Doctor Who, only the phone.She took off the receiver and pretended to be talking, but she was actually thinking about countermeasures quickly.

The biggest difference between her world and the original is that...

her dad.

Her father, handsome and unrestrained, does not engage in slicing and does not kill people, and concentrates on ruling the world by normal means, and even got her out to engage in education.

So he must have been influenced!

Isa grabbed the receiver and turned to look at the dusty three-story building facing her back when she just landed——

Watson-Creek Relief Facility.

Isa decided to make a dream start.

Tom lay on his stomach by the window, with his nose pressed against the glass, leaving a smear of oil.He stared intently at the tall woman in white fur with her hair in a bun, and watched the driver open the car door for her. She grabbed the bag and took a step, then suddenly raised her head and looked towards the third floor.

Tom suspected he was mistaken—the lady...

He turned around and jumped out of bed quickly, regardless of little Amy's yelling, and went straight to Mrs. Cole's office.

He saw the lady on the stairs—his heart was beating fast—she was on the floor below him, stepping briskly up the stairs in high-heeled suede boots, led by the attentive Anna.

She didn't see him, but God, she really—

The lady raised her head as if in response, and glanced at the flight of stairs that Tom hastily retreated into.

"This way, madam..."

He quickly ran down the stairs, holding his breath at the corner, and when the door lock clicked after she entered the office, he quickly approached on tiptoe and pressed against the door lightly.

Mrs. Cole was stunned for a long time. She guessed something. After all, she and Tom looked so much alike, and her dress was so... luxurious.

"Isabella Riddle." Isa pursed her lips, grabbed the small bag tightly, looked at the chair behind her with some distaste, and sat down lightly, her buttocks only touching a little.

Mrs. Cole reacted: "You are Tom's child—"

"Auntie." She blushed without heartbeat.

Issa's pearl necklace and diamond stud earrings clearly suggest that Mrs Cole should be polite enough.She asked tentatively, "Are you here today...to bring him back?"

"It's 'greeting'." Isa corrected.

"Tom...is his name Tom? The same name as my brother. It was a mistake for Tom to be living abroad. His noble blood should have allowed him to live a life in the manor, not—"

Isa gestured contemptuously to Mrs. Cole's office.

"Sorry ma'am, I shouldn't have questioned, but Tom was brought by her mother, who died that night after giving birth—"

"That was a mistake." Isa said bluntly, "Actually, Miss Merope's family thought that our family background might not be worthy... so there were many twists and turns at that time. Fortunately, it has been 6 years, I have finally found the only blood of the Riddles and Slytherins."

Mrs. Cole was dumbfounded.She didn't think Merope looked good and was dressed in rags, so she thought he was a tramp. She didn't expect that Miss Riddle looked either rich or expensive, and the Riddle family couldn't compare to Tom's mother's family background? !

"I want the formalities to be done now, and I want to see my nephew—right now, right now."

Mrs. Cole was frantically looking for documents on the table: "Quickly, miss, right away——Anna! Bring Tom Riddle here!"

The door opened quickly.In fact, Yisha had a premonition that her father might be eavesdropping, so she deliberately made a great story about her family background to make him happy.But so soon, so soon to see little Tom—

Tom was wearing a tuniced gray robe, cut to a ridiculously small size, and stared at Isa with a bright eye.

"Auntie?" he called softly.

Mrs. Cole was writing quickly, and felt that Isa hadn't spoken for a long time. She looked up and found the calm Miss Riddle biting her lip, and a big tear was about to roll down.

"...Tom." She took a trembling step forward, two steps, and almost threw herself on Tom in her arms.

"You're so skinny...Tom, Tom, never again..." Isa buried her face in Tom's neck.Tom was less at a loss than she was. His face was almost buried in the fur around Isa's neck, and the fluffy fox fur tickled him.

He patted Isa's back awkwardly, and when Isa was almost sobbing, she let go of him and looked at his face again.

There was kindness in her eyes, Tom could feel it.Her eyes were red, but she was happy and sad at the same time.

"Come home with me," Isa went to shake his little cold hand, "I bought you a houseful of books, as well as cookies, hot cocoa, plush rabbits."

They were all Tom had dreamed of, and he had dreamed of them all.

"Miss Riddle," called Mrs. Cole, "the papers are ready, please take a look at—"

"Do you have anything to bring?" Isa asked.

Tom nodded: "Yes."

"Go back and clean up—can I go to your room? I want to see how you've been here for six years..."

"Miss..." Mrs. Cole wanted to stop it awkwardly.

Isa ignored her.She took her father's hand and walked out of the office.

With his back to Isa, Tom tried to tuck Nagini into his sleeve.Isa sat on his little hard plank bed, feeling the pain in her ass.

"Tom, I want to confess to you." Isa looked at his thin back without blinking.

Nagini protested softly, Tom: [shh——], and quickly replied: "What?"

"I'm actually...not your aunt."

Tom clenched his hands, and Nagini howled in pain.

Not his aunt? !

what does she mean? !

He turned around abruptly, with a ferocious face—Isa somewhat understood Dumbledore's mood when he saw such a pink and jade-carved little Zhengtai changing his face in a second—

"then who are you?!

"Why do you look so much like me?!

"Why did you take me away?!

"Why did you lie to me?!"

Yisha raised her hand and looked at her watch: "There are still 10 seconds."

Tom stared at her with red eyes: "Don't look at the watch—answer me!"

Isa smiled and counted down: "5, 4—"

"answer me!"

"—— 2, 1."

The aging agent's time has come.Isa feels the baby fat is back, the boots are a size bigger, the fur coat is growing.Tom stared dumbfounded at the transformation of the 30-year-old lady into a 16-year-old girl.

"I'm actually your daughter." Isa smiled.

Tom: ...What?

Nagini: ...hiss?

"It's, how is it done, I mean, getting smaller, and, what daughter... I'm only 6!"

Isha took out the dream of time: "Time Turner, I came from the future, 1976."

"The future...the future?! Can time go back?!"

"Only a few can. A handful."

Tom held Nagini in a daze, staring at the dream of time, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

Of course Yisha could see his desire: "You can have as many of these as you want in the future."

Tom was about to explode with curiosity.He walked up to Isa quickly, first looked at her carefully, Isa smiled and let him watch, and then Tom was caught off guard by her again.

"Father." She called softly.

Tom: ...I feel so violated and broken.

She let go and teased Nagini: [Yo!Nagini! ]

Nagini: [Yo! ]

Tom was refreshed again: [You can also speak snake language! ]

Isa: [It's hereditary.And Nagini personally made my big alarm clock for so many years. ]

Nagini curled the tip of his tail proudly.

"But there is one thing, the most important thing, I want to tell you." Isa held Tom by the shoulders and stared into his dark eyes very seriously.

Tom got serious too.

"You are a wizard."

His pupils miraculously shrank for a moment, and she saw undisguised ecstasy spread from the top of his head to his toes.

"I just knew it," he said hoarsely. "I just knew it. I'm different. I'm a, I'm a, I'm..."

"One of the greatest wizards in history." Isa said proudly.

Tom was so bloated that his heart almost stopped.

"So my, those abilities, I can make things fly without touching them, and I can make them unlucky just by thinking about—"

"They? Who? Are they bullying you?" Isa immediately asked vigilantly.

Tom figured that since she was his daughter—strange—she shouldn't be worried.

"It's okay, they got their karma." He said lightly.

"I came here to let you live the comfortable life you deserve." Isa said, "You are a great wizard in the future, Minister of Magic, you have given me the best environment, I want Repay you."

"Do you want to eat Zizi honey honey?"

Riddle House.

The postman stuffed The Guardian into the letter box next to the wooden door of the three-story building, and glanced at the letter with the seal on what looked to be a parchment envelope lying on the lower level of the letter box.

He left after delivering the newspaper, lucky enough to avoid layers of confusion spells cast on the front door, weeding spells, wind protection spells, a dozen defensive spells to detect malice, and a candy rain that seemed to be forgotten to undo on Halloween curse.

It was a wizard's hidden city home, and it had been tended by a mistress of extraordinary taste. There was at least one powerful wizard in the house, and, judging from the dog hole in the door, there was a pet.

Newspapers and magazines just delivered in the morning are stuffed in the mailbox at the door, and the nameplate next to the mailbox reads: "Tom Riddle and Isabella Riddle"

Sunlight shines into the living room through the windows, books and half-played chess games are stacked on the coffee table and sofa, Christmas stockings that are not taken down throughout the year are hung on the fireplace, and the carved silver box containing Floo powder is half-opened.

The wall behind the sofa in the living room is covered with large and small decorative photo frames.There is a 6-year-old little Tom who was dragged by Isa to make a custom-made suit and a bow tie, who was awkward and a little excited, who was licking ice cream in Diagon Alley and looking around, and who was reluctant to go down and read a book at Lihen Bookstore. 16-year-old Isa and 8-year-old Tom holding balloons and red noses in Hyde Park with the help of passers-by. On Halloween, I took Tom to pretend to be a sister and brother to ask for candy. The primary school received a special commendation from Tom...

Isa went downstairs.Her hair is still a bit messy and fuzzy.Getting out of bed in winter is not easy.

"Tom!" she saw that the boy was already eating breakfast, "you're taking my wand again!"

Tom shrugged: "It's just a warming spell and a flying spell. I can't reach the bread."

Yisha puffed up her cheeks: "It's enough to step on a chair!"

She dragged the chair and sat down, and pulled the fried egg: "Hmm, today's frying is good!"

Tom nodded triumphantly: "That is."

They took turns making breakfast.Tom is a bad hand at frying eggs. He has a little trouble controlling the heat, and he always frys old.But he also slowly practiced out.

Isa took a long gulp of warm milk.

She hasn't changed at all in recent years, even her hair hasn't grown.She has to drink some aging agent when she goes out, or make herself older with makeup, otherwise she will look too tender.

She now calls herself Tom's aunt, and sometimes calls herself Tom's sister when she takes Tom out without taking age-boosting potions.

Tom didn't have the slightest bit of affection for this girl, and he completely regarded her as a sister and a half-mother.

Eleven-year-old Tom Riddle is taller and healthier, with a milder temperament. In the past five years, he has lived here in a well-fed and pampered life.

Isha won't have kids.She can only discuss things with Tom in the tone of talking to her peers, and it feels weird to train her father.So she discussed again and again, backed down, and finally compromised and gave in to all of Tom's demands.

They read books, learned magic, raised Nagini seriously, and occasionally raised a potted flower.Watch a football game every month.

If you don't watch football during the war, you can play cards or chess at home.Isa fell in love with Tom and Gobstone, and no one disliked the other when they got together.Tom hasn't lost a poker game since he was 9 years old.

Tom asked about his parents.Isa thought about it and told the truth.

Tom didn't respond for a long time, and after a while he said "Oh."

"According to what you said," she huddled in the same bed with him, the ceiling and walls were magically created MilkyWay, Milky Way, "these things have no effect on my future?"

"It is."

"That's enough." Tom curled up in the starlight, looking small, "at least I sound like a good father in the future. And I have you again, that's enough. Who will die at the age of 6?" What about having a 16-year-old daughter?"

Isa smiled and pinched his upturned nose: "You."

"I seem to hear the postman coming." Isa swallowed the fried egg, "Is it your turn to pick up the newspaper today?"

Tom licked the milk stains: "Nonsense. It was obviously me yesterday. Today is your turn."

"But I washed Nagini's nest and toilet yesterday!"

"How long has Nagini been hibernating, the nest and toilet should not be too clean!"

"I don't care! I don't go out without a coat on!"

Tom fell silent, and he fixed Isa with deep eyes.She was unimpressed.

"...Call Dad and I'll go."

Yisha called out crisply and cheerfully: "Dad! Good papa!"

Tom put down the milk and went.

Isa smiled and watched her boy's back.

She wasted 6 years in her dream, insisting on memorizing the OWLS test center every day, just to go back.

Her efforts were not in vain, her Tom, her proud, smart, sensitive, handsome Tom, her boy, the boy who had been brought up by her every step of the way.

She waters her boy with love every day and he thrives.

The winter sun is still warm when it should be warm.She squinted her eyes to enjoy the sunlight coming in through the window, feeling light and light in her body.

"Isa?"

"?"

Isa opened her eyes.

At the door, the boy stood against the light, and the sunlight gilded his black hair. He was wearing a white shirt, black cotton trousers, revealing a small section of tender white ankle, and the slender and slender legs holding up an envelope with a seal stamped on it. hand.

"From Hogwarts." He smiled.

Yisha returned to the light spot space again.

"Did it work?" She asked Lorenz who was slowly emerging, "I was eating breakfast just now!"

Laurenz looked serious.

"It failed," he said. "I figured it out, and the world was back on track."

He sketched out a picture of Voldemort emerging from a dark arts experiment, his features blurred and his hair gone.

"It doesn't make sense!" Isa was annoyed, "I didn't teach Tom wrong!"

Lorenz raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

The screen changes.Voldemort combed the hair of a lifeless female body with the utmost tenderness.

"Look, the silver ribbon with the stars, they say it's called Milky Way." He tied the hair ornament on the blank-eyed body.

After putting everything together, he supported his body and faced the mirror together.He looked at his monster-like self and the eternal Yisha in the mirror, and was speechless for a long time.

"Look, I didn't become your father in the end. I've already killed 4 ministers of magic, and you haven't appeared yet." He shook his body's hand, "Where did your soul go?"

Yisha looked at the body without a soul with horror.

"He made that thing?" She couldn't believe it.

Lorenz shrugged: "Or was it born?"

Isa bit her nails anxiously: "It doesn't make sense..."

How can it fail?

How did it fail!

"Again!" She said fiercely, "I don't believe it anymore!"

Is it possible to teach the Dark Lord with love? !

The dark room, the moldy and peeling wallpaper, the wooden floor that creaked when stepped on.

Isha landed on the wooden banister stairs of the gloomy old house.

A high-pitched bird cry came from downstairs.

Isa looked around blankly.She didn't know the place at all.This oppressive and corrupt atmosphere reminded her of the Black family and the orphanage.

"I say......"

Isa was taken aback—on the stairs at her feet sat a little black-haired girl who seemed to have been there before Isa appeared. look alike.

"Hi." She greeted nervously.

"Hello." The little girl laughed, "Why did you suddenly appear...Are you the Tooth Fairy? I just lost a lower front tooth this morning."

Isa saw the hole in her mouth.

"I am, um, your phantom friend." She slowly and carefully sat down as she did, on the steps, "My name is Isabella, and you can call me Isa."

The little girl reached out her hand seriously and shook her:

"Hi Isa, my name is Delphi, you can call me...uh, um, Dai..."

"Oops," she said despondently, "nobody ever gave me a nickname."

Isa was taken aback.

"How about Dai Li?" she suggested.

Delphi thought it was fine.

"I allow you to call me Dai Li." She raised her chin.

When Yisha shook her hand again, she suddenly remembered who she was.

Her true self belongs to the official auspicious bird, Delphine of the Dark Lord.

cursed child.

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I'm back!Next is the daily update, are you happy!

Ahhh, the final exam is really full of twists and turns.Before the exam, we had to suspend classes for review, and the head teacher changed the seats in the exam room. I was transferred to the side of Brother Ji in our class.

Let me briefly introduce Brother Ji, he is a handsome young man, a typical Gemini, curious, loves physics, has a wide range of knowledge and is as naive as me, the head of the school choir, the voice of nature, and I co-acted psychological dramas He is the hero and I am the heroine...and he is also a Barcelona fan.

[daily]:

Me: Hey, our Ronaldo Golden Globe Award!

Chicken: Huh, we have 5 Messis!

Me: Our European Cup champion!

Chicken: It's a draw all the way, so I'm ashamed to say it!

Me: Our Real Madrid BBC is the best!

Chicken: MSN No. [-] in the world!

After a disagreement, they took out their pens, flipped the metal rod on the pen cover and shot each other with a snapping sound.

We chatted happily for three days, until the class teacher found out that our self-study speech made us QAQ

Class teacher: You will learn a lesson in such an exam!

Yep, so I learned my lesson... I was sixth in class.

At that time, the head teacher was also confused.

This is a graduation exam.Our class was so awesome that we didn't pass the exam.The first girl was only 41 in the midterm...the reason is that she broke up after the midterm exam!So is there a BUFF bonus for being single? !

(Feels like I'm going to like a Barcelona fan... Wake me up! Quick!)

------------End of nonsense------------

The so-called saving the world here is a bit abrupt, and there is no thread buried in front of it.The broken part of the last chapter probably made many angels want to kill the German bald boy. This man is already dead, and he will appear in the form of a guide NPC later. Seek benevolence and benevolence.

There's also the question of assassins.Here I would like to apologize to the friends who really love Assassin's Creed. I added this element out of fun, and I didn't respect it.The Brotherhood is indeed different from the killing machines here, the essence is different.Jiang Xin compares with his heart, I will also feel uncomfortable when other colleagues misuse the elements I love.I'll see how to fix it in the past few days.

I feel that there are too many BUGs... No way, someday I have to focus on fixing BUGs!

[High-energy alert ahead (although I think the angels who can see here have already endured too much exhausting high-energy)]

HP flurry, a silly original carnival

Hands raised after watching "HP and the Cursed Child" (also known as "Unlucky Child", "Caring for the Growth of the Next Generation of DH", "Yaoshou La Officially Hit Me", "My HP8 Can't Be Such a Blatant Flash") !The following involves related plots!

Bella and Lauder probably had a child named Delphi (Aunt Luo...) in Malfoy Manor in 1996.After becoming an orphan, Xiao Dai knew nothing about her and was adopted by a couple of Death Eaters who didn't know her identity, and her life was not very happy.Later, Bella escaped from prison with Lestrange, who had a prairie above her husband's head (has Azkaban been abolished so completely), and came to tell Xiao Dai about her life experience.

Xiao Dai then decided to use Albus Potter to get a time converter and go back to 1981 to prevent Lauder from killing Harry.

Little Dai is then stopped by adult Harry.

There are so many slots in the script that they are too numerous to count.

For example... Lauder, your daughter is so miserable that she can't even go to school!