HP is a dream in a dream and a dream in the night

The next day, a man who claimed to be a Hogwarts professor came to the orphanage. His name was Dumbledore. He was a kind old man with a beard, and he looked quite interesting.When I saw his beard, I really wanted to talk about it, but of course I didn't. Tom sat on the chair and I sat at the end of the bed, both of them looked at the man at the same time.

{Are you really a teacher at Hogwarts?Did Hogwarts really exist? } I was the first to ask.

However, the man ignored me.

I rolled my eyes and guessed something, so I got up from the bed, walked in front of him, tentatively stretched out my hand and shook the professor's eyes, but the professor still didn't respond at all.

{Can't you see her? }Tom also reacted, he looked at Dumbledore gradually distrustful, probably because the other party couldn't see me, so he became more and more suspicious of the authenticity of what the other party said.

{Can't see anything? } Dumbledore blinked suspiciously: {Is there anyone else here besides the two of us? }

{You can't see her.I don't trust you. }Tom shook his head at Dumbledore.

The professor didn't look like a doctor.I grabbed Tom's sleeve, a little worried that if the other party was a professor of a real magic school, it might make him think that Tom was not good enough to take him to school.

I thought for a second, took the paper on one side, and wrote on it: {Hello, I am Ye Cichen, Tom's friend. }

Dumbledore looked in my direction with some surprise, and after a while, he restrained his surprise: {Oh, maybe there really is a lady here that I can't see.I'm so sorry for ignoring you. } He nodded politely in my direction: {Good afternoon, ma'am. }.But his line of sight is a bit high, above my head, which makes me feel awkward, but since he can't see me, he can't ask for too much.

{You can look down a bit. } I wrote him so.He lowered his eyes knowingly.

{Are you really a professor? } I continue to write: {not a doctor in a lunatic asylum, right? }

{Don't worry, ma'am, I'm the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts,}Dumbledore held up his hand, and in his hand he held a stick, and he held out the stick, and read something to the table , I seemed to see a ray of fluorescent light emanating from his stick, falling on the table, and then the table turned into a pig.

I hid behind Tom for a moment, and then wrote behind Tom: {Can it become something else?I'm not good at dealing with living things. }I hold the paper up to Dumbledore.The opponent waved his wand knowingly again.Then the table changed from a pig to a pot of flowers.

{Ah!This is definitely not a lie, Tom,} I reached out and patted Tom on the shoulder: {It's a real magic school! }

{Indeed it is. }Tom's eyes also became less alert, and he looked at Dumbledore with a relaxed look: {Good afternoon, Professor.Sorry, I acted more... er, distrustful earlier. }

However, I bet all the grown-ups can't blame him for being so well-behaved.I myself am the one who falls in love with his innocent eyes most often—although there is no one else except me, because Tom, who has a strange power in the eyes of others, is a psychopath.

{It's okay, it's normal for you to doubt. }Dumbledore looked at Tom softly, {Magic is not something that ordinary people know.Your situation among ordinary people will indeed cause panic and rejection by those around you.I am here to meet with you today to explain the authenticity of the magic school, but most importantly, to take you to buy various utensils including wands. }

{That...professor...} Tom opened his lips, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say. After hesitating for a long time, he bit his lip and closed his mouth.

Dumbledore immediately understood the reason for Tom's hesitation, and he winked playfully at Tom: {Hogwarts didn't have a custom of withdrawing scholarships in advance, but after discussion, the school thought it was feasible, so Open permission to Mr. Riddle Jr. }

Tom breathed a sigh of relief.

I quietly held up the note that said {Thank you} behind Tom's back.

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

"""

Dumbledore took Tom and me to Diagon Alley, where we bought what we needed. It was an interesting place, and it was very lively. There were all kinds of things we had never seen before, and the atmosphere was extraordinary.I felt as if I had stepped into a completely different world, curious and excited.

{Little Mr. Riddle,} Dumbledore, who walked away for a while, came over with a bag of candy: {This is a candy that only exists in the wizarding world, how about a taste? }

Tom took the candy with a polite thank you, and gave me some.

I was taken aback by the taste of the candy when I ate it, it was... a horrible taste.Unfortunately, there are no trash cans around, so I force myself to swallow the candy.When I finished swallowing, I wrote on the writing board provided by Dumbledore: {This taste is terrible, indescribably horrible. }

{These candies are always full of surprises,} Dumbledore's smile was friendly, but hearing his next words made me feel sick. {It also has booger-flavored candy in it. }

{Booger...}I want to blow up all of my people now!

What the hell is a booger-flavored candy?Why would someone make booger-flavored candy? Did the person who made it try the smell of booger out of curiosity!What on earth do you want!I really want to swear now!Can I?I can!

Tom reached out and patted me silently: {Don't be sad. }

{You also try it? }I took a candy out of the bag and handed it to him.

Tom couldn't help frowning, but still took it and put it in his mouth.Then his expression relaxed - obviously the taste of the candy that hit him in the mouth was not strange.

I deeply regret this.

{Ah, no, I feel like I'm going to get up. }I handed the clipboard to Tom, {you have to follow the professor well. }

{kindness. }Tom nodded obediently, but still couldn't hide his disappointment.

"""

When I woke up, I heard my mother's voice.She kept calling my name.I put on my slippers and went to the window and yelled at my mom, "Whathappened?"

"What strange words?" My mother complained in our dialect, and then said: "Come down quickly, your grandma sent sweet potatoes."

"Oh." I replied, and then rushed downstairs with my slippers on. When I went downstairs, my mother saw that I hadn't changed in my pajamas, so she handed me sweet potatoes. What does it look like when you come out. Put on your clothes properly."

I responded with "ohhh", then turned around and ran upstairs with sweet potatoes.Although I'm wearing pajamas, I actually think it's okay to wear it out, and I'm wearing underwear, otherwise it won't be good to go to Tom's place like this. As for the shoes, I'm used to bare feet, the melancholy of a barefoot fairy .jpg.

After taking the sweet potatoes and returning to the room, I didn't want to lie back on the bed for a while.My body doesn't like it too much in bed too long.After all, one cannot lie down all the time.Although I am very curious about all kinds of things in Diagon Alley, I want to go shopping again, but to be honest, I don’t want to eat that candy anymore, I’m so afraid of the smell of boogers again, it’s just a nightmare!But that professor seems to be a good person. If he took the candy but refused to eat it, he would feel embarrassed.So I might as well not go through it.Give Tom some wax, hoping he can eat a weird taste (gloating face).

When I came to Tom's room at night, Tom was looking through the books he just bought today by lighting the oil lamp, and seemed quite interested in these books.

But this is also very normal, after all, this is a new world that Tom has never been exposed to, just like future high-tech, it represents brand new, unknown and interesting.

{How about it? } I put my head on Tom's shoulder and asked with a smile: {Did you enjoy your shopping in Diagon Alley today? }

{Very good,} Tom's tone was deliberately reserved, and he stretched out his tone: {It's a pity you didn't go. }

{Uh, sorry,} I said apologetically: {Mainly... You know, that booger-scented candy is really terrible.I dare not stay there. }I didn't evade saying that I had a lot of things in reality, and I didn't want to lie to Tom if I could.

Tom turned his face away: {I won't force you to eat.It's rare to go there without you accompanying me. }He didn't make a "hum" to emphasize his dissatisfaction, but the displeasure in his voice was already obvious.

{I'm really sorry Tom,} I put my hands together: {Next time, next time the two of us, just the two of us, I will definitely accompany you. }

{Really? }Tom squints at me.

{I promise. }I stretched out a hand to the side of my face, palm facing Tom: {If I break the contract, I'll just... I'll eat that weird-smelling candy again. }

Tom couldn't help laughing: {Then you'd better not go, I think it's better to let you eat again. }

{Hey, Tom! }I gave him a dissatisfied look: {I will never try that kind of candy again, it is hell. }

{Eat more of that, and you can also have a longer memory. }Tom looked at me and smiled mischievously.

But I'm sure he's not angry about the day's events.