[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Chapter 149 Another Seven Nights

It's you. "

Tom felt as though the pinnae of his ear were burning.Because he could see that what Harry said was true.Just like the time on Tower Bridge, those emerald eyes were full of his reflection.

Harry had never seen Tom react like this before, and couldn't resist touching that face.But as soon as he got up, he almost fell - he was almost numb below the knees, and he hadn't noticed it before.

"You're dead." Tom said disgustedly, because Harry lost his balance and fell directly on his knee.But instead of what he said, he sneaked a flick of Harry's shaggy head.

Harry froze there for a moment, waiting to sit back until he regained feeling in his knees.While enduring the dense needle-like stinging pain, he rubbed it, and then thought of another thing: "Isn't it almost time?"

Tom rolled his eyes at him rudely this time. "I knew you were going to say that. After so many days, can't you change a line?"

"What else do you want to hear?" Harry asked him back, amused.Isn't everyone saying good night at night?

Tom saw his knees from his face, and asked, "Why don't you settle this with a wand?"

"You'll be fine in no time with your hands." Harry didn't care.But he could tell from the expression on Tom's face that he had other plans: "What do you want to do?"

"I just wanted to have another look at your wand." Tom gave a sly smile.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him.This guy doesn't want to repeat that asshole thing, does he?

"I'll take it myself," demanded Tom again.

Harry's other eyebrow went up too. "Are you actually interested in my pocket?"

Tom nodded curtly, and added, "I went through your bedroll, but found nothing. So I suppose you packed it all in that magic pocket of yours?"

Really did it... Harry silently broke out in a cold sweat.But Tom's words reminded him that he did have something in his pocket for Tom. "Wait," he said, reaching in, "I think I brought a few gold coins with me...not many, but it's fine for pocket money. No!" He put a few gold Galleons and silver Sickles into Tom's hand.

Staring at the handful of coins in his hand, Tom's eyebrows twitched. "Is 'I want money' written all over my face?" He was about to be cranky again.

"Then you're going to..." Harry swallowed the "what" back just in time.Because he remembered that there was no such thing as money in Tom's previous collection. "But all that's left is my school uniform," he said awkwardly. "You won't like that. It has the Gryffindor lion on it."

"Don't use your impression of me in the future to apply to me now." Tom retorted sharply, "Anyway, it won't matter if you look at it."

"Really? How do I get the feeling that you haven't changed much in this regard?" Harry looked at him suspiciously, but finally relented, pulling a woolen vest and a black tunic from his pockets. "And that's all."

"So the lion you mentioned looks like this." Tom took the clothes to study, "There is also the Hogwarts logo, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Harry answered him, somehow thinking of the almost empty wardrobe he had seen the other day.He looked at the expression on Tom's face again, and felt that the other party might not reject his next proposal: "Are your winter clothes thick enough?"

Tom, who was studying the pattern, his eyes lit up, and he hugged the clothes in his arms. "That's what you said!"

"You..." Harry really wanted to say that his sweater vest could probably be used as pajamas in winter, but Tom obviously agreed to give him both.He really wanted a school uniform, and he had no desire to refuse if Tom wanted it. "Well, as long as you like," was all he said at last. "If you're satisfied, rest now, okay?"

after an hour.

The moonlight shone into the room, casting a small gray shadow on the ground.Harry was asleep, as usual, with a soft silvery reflection on his face.And Tom sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a thin quilt, with a calm and silent face.He seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't seem to be thinking about anything.Finally he stood up and lay barefoot beside Harry.

Perhaps sensing his approach, perhaps just a subconscious reaction, Harry suddenly rolled over, stretched his arms, and held him in his arms. "Voldemort..." he said vaguely, "Tom..."

Because of the proximity, Tom heard the words clearly this time.It reminded him that, that first night, Harry had also been speaking those vague syllables.He smiled silently, then closed his eyes.

When Tom awoke next morning, it was broad daylight.He didn't immediately realize where he was when he opened his eyes, and only later did he think about his actions last night.He sat up, realizing at the same time that Harry had left.It was easy to tell because he didn't see Harry, and he didn't see food on the windowsill.Then he turned to look at the iron bed, where his vest and robe were neatly placed.

Tom stood there for a while.In fact, it doesn't matter how long he sits, because no one dares to disturb him casually.But within 10 minutes, he got up and tidied himself and the room.He put away Harry's bedding and put it in the wardrobe with his clothes.Then he took a notebook from the shelf and opened it.

This was the case when Dumbledore saw Tom under Mrs. Cole's leadership.Brunette boy sitting on a thin gray blanket and reading a book.And when the dark-haired boy saw him, his only reaction was to close the book.

Dumbledore eyed him curiously.From Mrs. Cole's mouth, he had an initial impression of Tom.It had to be said that just from the surface, he really couldn't see that Tom was the kind of child Mrs. Cole said. "Hi, Tom, I'm Professor Dumbledore."

"Hello, sir," Tom answered him, without expression on his face.

Dumbledore thought Tom's reaction was a little too calm.But in any case, what Mrs. Cole said was only one-sided.He took out his wand, summoned himself a chair, and pulled an envelope from his sleeve. "I'm here to inform you that you've been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry." Then, he briefly explained the whole thing.

All the while Tom didn't nod or shake his head.In fact, it seemed to Dumbledore that Tom wasn't listening to him at all.This is a bit strange, and it is not the same as what Mrs. Cole said. "Do you have a question?" he asked finally.

Tom seemed to be jerked back to God. "As far as the question is concerned, there is one, sir," he said, in a polite tone. "Do you know Harry Potter?"

"...You mean Potter?" Dumbledore looked at him wonderingly, wondering why Tom would ask that. "As far as I know, Potter is a pure-blood family in the wizarding world, but I have never heard of anyone named Harry among them."

"Thank you, sir, that's enough." Tom was not happy with the expected answer.He turned his head and looked out the window with an elusive expression.

Dumbledore looked at him, and combined with what Mrs. Cole said, he felt more and more strange. "Not counting today, there are only two days left to leave the station. Considering your special situation, do you need someone to take you to Diagon Alley to buy those necessities?" He asked again.

"No, thank you, sir, I can handle it by myself." Tom replied politely and nonchalantly.

Dumbledore could see that it was impossible for him to get any news from Tom.And just when he stood up and was about to leave, his gaze stayed on the closed wardrobe door for a moment.He frowned, and looked back at Tom again.The latter was still staring out the window, as if he had forgotten that he was a wizard who hadn't left yet.

On Harry's side, when he opened his eyes, he saw what seemed to be the roof of King's Cross Station, which made him really jump.Then he thought slowly, that he had returned to the sea of ​​consciousness—but how could this be?He'd only been there a week before he'd even had time to tell Tom about the soul movie!he hasn't...

Wait, a week?

Harry suddenly caught the key word.Then he realized that exactly seven nights had passed between his arrival and his departure.Seven nights... I see!Compared with those requirements, these are the seven nights that the god of death said can change the world!