[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 146 Bear Child

There are usually no entertainment activities in the orphanage, and everyone is ready to rest after dinner.Tom was always the first to leave, and he quickly disappeared into the dark stairwell.And when Harry was clearing the table with other nurses, Martha said to him disapprovingly: "You just made a very unwise choice. You should listen to our advice."

There are also a few half-grown children who are also helping, and they all echoed the words.

"Tom was eccentric as hell and he never liked playing with the other kids."

"You can't make Tom angry, or you're sure to be out of luck. There's no proof, but a lot of kids have been hurt for no apparent reason, and the only thing they have in common is that they've all made Tom unhappy."

"Think of Amy and Dennis! They've come back from their last trip and they've been quite out of order for going into the cave with Tom. I heard they saw something very bad..."

Harry could see their fear, because they were telling him these words in low voices, as if afraid of being heard, with nervous faces.This situation is like the prototype when people talk about Voldemort later. "I can understand. I used to hate a guy so much, he was my age, but I later found out that he also has merit. And, Tom is seven years younger than me," he said, "I believe I can handle Such a child."

Everyone was shaking their heads at him.Mrs. Cole picked up a stack of plates and looked at him with a stern expression: "You will definitely suffer if you think so. You can't believe it. Tom doesn't look like a child at all. Of course, he is very handsome." Deceptive, but people can't judge by appearance." She relaxed a little, "It's okay if you insist on it. Stay with him for one night, and you will know what we say is true. At that time, you can choose someone else .”

Harry pursed his lips tightly.He couldn't convince them any more than they could convince him.Anyway, he's definitely going to do it.While thinking this way, he glanced in the direction of the stairs inadvertently.I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a corner of the gray robe flashing past.The gray tunic uniform in the orphanage...could it be Tom?

This doubt did not bother Harry for long.When everything was cleared, he climbed the stairs, thinking he just wanted to sleep.But Tom would certainly not let him in, maybe not even the door...

But that proved not to be the path Tom would take.He wasn't that naive yet, he agreed first and then regretted it.He just sat in the middle of the bed and turned to stare at Harry when he opened the door. "Close the door," he said dryly, "and then we'll have to talk."

To be honest, with Tom's current size and appearance, ordering Harry like this would only make him want to laugh.But if he did laugh, he wouldn't expect to be in Tom's room tonight.So Harry held back desperately, closed the door as requested, and then faced Tom with the bedroll in his arms. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Everything about you." Tom still stared at him.He looked from Harry's hair to the shoes on Harry's feet, as if he were making some sort of judgment.For example, there may be some kind of shortcomings or places that can be used in this person, and the way he adopts should be intimidating or seductive.Then he said, "I want to hear the truth."

"The truth is what you've heard." Harry shrugged at him, looking at Tom as well.The other party was thin and tall like him, and his handsome face was almost exactly the same as later, only a little thinner later.It's just that at the same time, the other party appeared to be much more gloomy than when he was familiar with it later, probably to frighten him. "I mean, if you know my name, you must know things about me, right?"

"You're lying!" Tom growled suddenly, much louder. "I told you, the truth!" He stood up, staring fiercely.

To be honest, this is a pretty good job for an 11-year-old.But the problem was that Harry knew him very well, and Tom's current height did not reach Harry's shoulders, which greatly reduced his threat.At least Harry didn't react at all, just reached out and touched his head: "It's not good to be angry at night, it's easy to have nightmares, Tom."

Tom almost turned his nose in anger.He snapped Harry's hand off and continued to stare at him relentlessly, "You think I'd actually agree to share my bed with you?"

Harry shrugged at him again, feeling a little sorry, the hair was fine. "I have to say, I have considered this. If you don't want to," he showed a distressed expression, "then I can only make the floor. The vacant floor in this room looks good enough."

It hit the soft cotton again and again, and Tom had never encountered such a situation.Even the best-tempered Muggle would be irritated by his provocation, or intimidated by him.But the boy in front of him was completely unmoved.His expression was a little cracked, but he quickly returned to his expressionless state. "How old are you?"

Good, got the key question, Harry thought. "Would you believe me if I said 24 years old?"

Tom was on the verge of yelling "You lied" again.But this trick has been proven to be ineffective on Harry, so he only showed an extremely suspicious look.

Harry could tell he didn't believe it. "Well, that's not a big deal." He started to look around the room, scanning the wardrobe and the iron bed (the only two things in the room), before dropping to the floor. "I'm tired," he said matter-of-factly. "If you don't want me in bed, can you move the floor off now? Please?"

This unprecedented politeness almost broke Tom's expression.But he controlled himself this time and sat back on the bed.Although he doesn't want to appear to be led by the nose, who knows if the situation will get worse if he continues to insist?He had no advantage, Tom thought, who seemed to know him very well.But this is impossible.Even adults don't know what he is thinking, let alone a child? "How old are you?" he asked again.

Harry knelt down and began to make the bed.The conditions in the orphanage were not good, but fortunately, it was summer, so there was no need to worry about catching a cold. "If you care so much, I can tell you, Seventeen." He didn't look up when he spoke, "But I also care about one thing, what age is an adult?"

Tom froze.To tell the truth, Harry believed him when he said he was seventeen; but what did the latter question mean?Doesn't everyone know that?He thought about it for a while, and finally felt that there was no possibility of conspiracy, so he answered him dryly: "17 years old."

"I see." Harry nodded.It seems that the law in 1938 was also different from his time. Fortunately, he didn't say "adult age at eighteen".He quickly spread the thin mattress and got under the covers, and then saw that Tom's feet were still hanging on the edge of the bed. "It's time for you to sleep too, Tom. Or are you waiting for my thanks?"

Tom gave an offended look.He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said, "I'm not sleepy yet."

Harry studied the eleven-year-old's face for a while.To be honest, the features of this face are so distinct, and Tom's personality hasn't changed much, he can hardly resist the urge to give him a goodnight kiss.But if he did it now, Tom could probably kick him out.

So Harry could only comfort himself in his heart, he would have plenty of opportunities to kiss in the future, and he could restrain himself for a few short months.So he finally said, "Well, it's not too late, then. Good night, Tom." And he lay down, tucked himself in, and closed his eyes, almost at once.What happened next was that he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Tom was almost taken aback.At a certain moment before, he was sure that the other party was thinking about something related to him, because those emerald eyes lingered on his forehead, cheeks and lips; but the next moment, this guy simply fell asleep caught?He can be sure it's true, because pretending to sleep can't hide it from his eyes.

This is so weird.A guy who can't even figure out his age must be from some back country.But at the same time, this person still knows him well, otherwise the source of those patience cannot be explained.Judging from the situation during the day, this person is undoubtedly very kind...

But to what extent does a person have to trust another person to fall into a deep sleep in front of the other person?Haven't you been warned by so many people?Why is there no defense at all?

Tom thought of what he had seen before, and he couldn't understand it.He slipped out of bed quietly, squatted down next to Harry, and tested Harry's breath with his hand.Very even and long.Look at the eyelids again, motionless.Reluctantly, he tried Harry's exposed hand again, and his heartbeat was steady.

Finally Tom had to admit that Harry had indeed fallen asleep.Is it so tired?He growled silently in his heart.The other party didn't take him seriously at all, did they?

At this moment, Harry muttered something in his sleep and turned over.Tom didn't expect his action, and a hand was pressed under him, and his face changed suddenly.But he didn't want to wake Harry up, so he only twitched lightly at first.But it was useless, and he stepped up a little more.The inside of his arm was right next to Harry's face, and he could feel the other's breath on his skin, making his skin crawl.Then he pushed harder—

There was a soft snap, and Harry unconsciously tightened his grip.Then he seemed to feel something familiar, or maybe it was related to the dream, and he kissed that piece of skin, which lasted for several seconds.Tom was also horrified to find that the other party showed a very slight smile for this.

...What the hell is going on with this guy?

The next morning.

Harry woke up just in time to see the light of dawn staining a small window-sill red in the sky.He blinked twice before realizing where he was.Then he turned to look at the iron bed beside him. Tom was still awake.

Of course, 11-year-olds can hardly wake up in the morning, the most typical example is Dudley.If Aunt Petunia hadn't called him up to make breakfast every day, so would he.Thinking of all this, Harry rolled over and got up, refolding his mattress.He had promised Mrs. Cole that he would help, and it was best not to let the other party call him, which might wake Tom up.

When this was done, Harry pushed the window open a little and walked back to Tom's bed.The other party seemed to be sleeping restlessly, and his brows were slightly frowned.It's also a little noticeable under the eyes because of the cyan tint.

Because there is a stranger in the room, why didn't you sleep well?Harry couldn't help feeling a little guilty.He stretched out his hand to cover Tom with the quilt, bent over again, and kissed Tom's forehead lightly. "Good morning, Tom," he said quietly, and tiptoed out.

The sound of doors opening and closing, followed by footsteps in the distance.Tom identified them, and when he was sure Harry would not be coming back, he opened his eyes.

Last night, he had waited until midnight in order to get rid of Harry's grip on him without a trace.Then he tossed and turned all night thinking about this suspicious person, and didn't fall asleep at all.But looking at the other party's performance just now, it seems that he didn't notice it at all.Sleeping so horribly to death... still in the mood to kiss him good morning!

Tom kicked away the quilt that Harry had just covered, and rubbed vigorously the place Harry had just kissed with his hands.He grew up so big, the first good morning kiss was actually given to him by a stranger he had known for less than a day!It's a joke in the world!

Harry didn't see Tom for the rest of the day.In fact, when he didn't see Tom at the breakfast table, he thought he must be sleeping in.He didn't see him even at lunch, so he couldn't help it a little bit, and went upstairs to find someone.As a result, he was greeted by an empty room, and Tom had long since disappeared.Ask Mrs. Cole again, and the answer is: "Oh, Tom wanders around London a lot by himself. He'll come back on his own, we're used to it."

Despite what she said, Harry found that he was uncontrollably worried.Tom is only 11 years old... Well, even if Tom can't be measured by the standard of 11 years old, he still feels that he has an obligation to keep Tom safe, or at least supervise Tom to eat three meals a day.

Mrs. Cole probably read something on his face. "You seem to care about him?" she asked strangely. "What's going on? And did nothing really happen last night?"

"I can assure you for the last time that I slept very well, very well," said Harry.He still remembered a dream in which Tom obediently asked him to give him a good-night kiss.Although he knew it was a dream when he woke up, Tom would not be obedient, but he still felt very happy.

Mrs. Cole gave him another suspicious look, and finally decided that there was little point in discussing the subject with Harry. "Well, if you think so, just treat us as meddlesome. However, if something goes wrong then, don't regret it."

You would only regret it if you knew what our relationship was, Harry thought. "I'm going to see Eric," he changed the subject, "I think he needs to change his gauze and take his medicine."

Tom didn't come back until evening.It could be seen that he had a plan, as he happened to be in time for dinner.This time he didn't say anything, and went upstairs quickly after eating.

"It seems to be very peaceful recently." Seeing him like this, Mrs. Cole had to admit this.Places like orphanages are prone to xenophobia, and Tom is one of the best.She thought that Harry and Tom living together would lead to a war, and at worst something unfortunate would happen, but everything looked more normal than usual.

Harry made no comment.Anyway, he did hope that people's impression of Tom would change.

Since Harry secretly did many things with magic, this day's events were not as much as the previous day's.He didn't pay attention yesterday, but he realized today that his magic didn't attract a notification letter from the Ministry of Magic.He guessed that was probably why he didn't belong in this world.But Tom obviously used magic many times without being noticed. In contrast, his uncontrollable anger almost blew up Aunt Maggie...

Harry said that he did lose to Tom in this regard.But that's not the point. The key point today is that he has more time and energy to talk to Tom than yesterday.

But unlike yesterday, when Harry entered, Tom was already in bed.Even so, he was not sleeping, but flipping through a book.Harry's entry didn't make him even raise an eyelid, let alone initiate a conversation.

"Are you going to ignore me today, Tom?" Harry closed the door behind his back and walked over to the bed.

Tom didn't answer him, but glanced at the bedroll in the corner.

"Yeah, Tom, I'm not that sleepy today." Harry looked at him a little amusedly. "I think we need to talk."

"So," Tom finally said, "is this the day you feel the need to talk?"

There was irony in his tone, but Harry dismissed it and nodded. "That's right."

Tom squinted at him rather impatiently. "If you mean the bed..."

"Of course not, Tom." Harry interrupted him sternly. "It doesn't matter if I sleep on the floor all the time. But you," he bent slightly and moved closer, "we have to talk about your diet."

"...What?" Tom couldn't think of Harry wanting to tell him this.He showed that expression as if he saw an alien again, and his expression changed very quickly.But this time he also managed to control the time of his gaffe, and said stiffly: "This has nothing to do with you."

"No, that's a serious question." Being rejected outright didn't affect Harry at all, and he insisted. "You're only 11 years old and you're growing. I have nothing against you wandering around, but you must come back for dinner on time."

Tom almost laughed at him. "You don't object?" he asked back, hissing again. "What right do you have to say that? Are you my guardian?"

"Of course not," Harry replied.But it would be better if it was, at least for now. "I just want you to. It's good for you, Tom."

Tom didn't quickly contradict him this time, but just stared first at his left eye and then at his right, as if trying to find signs that Harry was lying.In the end, he didn't find anything, but he still sneered. "Don't act like you care about me, that gesture makes me sick."

"I'm sorry if you had such a bad reaction, but I don't deny that I care about you," Harry replied. "I just care about you and hope you are better off."

If someone else would have been moved, Tom's reaction this time was a sneer from his throat. "Stop talking nonsense. You can't even take care of yourself, and you still take care of me?"

That made sense, Harry opened his mouth.Then he realized that the facts that would convince Tom were things he couldn't say now, or weren't going to say.But in fact, he thought he did have the ability to take care of each other. "Look, don't you come back on time at night?" He decided to take a step back temporarily in order to better persuade the other party: "Morning and noon must not be difficult, right? As long as you want to do it?"

Tom's expression relaxed a little at the last moment.Yes, this is exactly what he thinks: as long as he wants to do, he can do it.The other party knew him better than he imagined, although he didn't know where he knew it. "You did a good job of preparing," he snorted coldly, "but why should I listen to you? What good does it do you?"

"Not good for me, but certainly good for you," Harry replied.According to Tom's thinking logic, he felt that the next question he should answer was, "It's not good for you, so why are you meddling in your own business?"

Sure enough, Tom gave him another sneer. "It's my own business. It's up to me to decide." Then he closed the book and slipped under the covers, turning his back on Harry, clearly not intending to cooperate.

Harry thought about the success rate of forcing him over to continue persuasion, and felt that it was really not high, and it was more likely to be self-defeating.Tom's reaction made him feel a deep sadness, more of a heartache.But that doesn't hold him back, let alone break him. "You can't always turn down offers, Tom," he said softly, with a sigh.

Tom pretended not to hear, but his hands were clenched into fists under the covers.Other people's kindness to him?It was simply the funniest April Fool's Day joke he had ever heard growing up!