Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

Chapter 388 The Great Exploration Plan of the Forbidden Forest - Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon

Tom, whom Professor Slughorn did not find in the conference room, was standing with Afu on the circular viewing platform of the tower and looking towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Because of the large number of small wizards entering, it inevitably caused a lot of commotion.

The birds along the way fluttered their wings in panic, and flock after flock soared into the sky.

The wind in the South District is noisy and the leaves are rustling.

The excited cheers and fights of the little wizards were blown by the wind, and then sent to their ears far away, intermittently, like an old-fashioned Muggle radio with a bad signal.

"The Ministry of Magic has controlled the public opinion about this event, and all negative comments have been suppressed."

Tom was standing behind Afu, beside Afu.

"The "Daily Prophet" has also made full preparations. As soon as the Australian Opaleye in the southern district is defeated by the little wizards today, the daily headlines will immediately report this incident."

Tom explained the current progress to Afu one by one, point by point, indicating that this event only needs to wait for a perfect opportunity to soar into the sky.

He didn't mention his own credit in every sentence, but every word implied that everything was done under his control and command.

Afu listened to Tom's speech quietly, without saying a word, and at the same time, she did not show the appearance of listening carefully in the past.

She was just silent, like an exquisite statue, her expressionless face didn't look popular at all, but she showed a divinity that frightened Tom.

Tom immediately sensed something was wrong, his brows twitched, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

as predicted--

"Tommy, I just discovered something..."

Following Afu's voice, Tom's heart was suspended high.

It was as if the executioner had finally swung the butcher knife, and the guillotine had finally cut off the head. After a short pause, Afu's voice officially announced Tom's "crime".

"It's been a long time since you called me sister."

Tom had a bad premonition, and the smile on his face gradually narrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned from a slight upward twitch to a cold straight line.

The smiling eyes, the warm eye waves like spring water... without any transition, without any emotional change, they were all replaced by thick and terrifying darkness and difficulty in an instant.

There was no light in his dark eyes, but Afu's figure was reflected clearly.

Only the figure of Afu is reflected.

He opened his mouth, and there was a slight tingling pain in his dry throat, which was not uncomfortable, but it had a full sense of presence.

"is it?"

The tone couldn't be more normal, exactly the same as every time he talked with Afu, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But it was this normal and extremely ordinary tone, against his indifferent and dangerous expression and gloomy eyes, it looked weird and frightening.

"I always thought you were just too dependent." Afu's voice was light and ethereal, as if brought by the breeze from afar, with no focus, like a cloud of mist that would disperse if you didn't pay attention.

Tom's fingertips trembled slightly, as if trying to control something.

"I always thought that you were just too insecure, and you just stubbornly and domineeringly wanted to hold everything you owned firmly in your palm." Afu sighed, with deep helplessness.

"When did you have such thoughts?"

Afu turned around, and the wide skirt spun out a small arc, round and silky, full of lightness.

Before the skirt fell down again, Afu's voice sounded again after a brief pause.

"—This kind of strange idea?"

Tom's fingers curled up and were tightly clenched into fists. Because of too much force, the veins on the back of the hand were bulging, which looked a bit morbid and terrifying against the pale complexion, but the ferocious veins on the strong and powerful forearm were also Another completely different feeling, which only makes people feel the rush of sex and hormones.

But unfortunately, because of the cover of the wide sleeves, no one can see the beautiful scenery on Tom's arm.

Tom seemed to have finally made up his mind, he took a step forward and got closer to Afu.

Now, the distance between the two is an impolite social boundary.

—too close, too intimate.

Generally speaking, this kind of too close distance will make people feel a sense of offense that the territory has been violated.

But obviously, the two who are used to getting along intimately didn't feel any discomfort about it.

Perhaps when placed on others, he would only think that Tom had an illusion similar to love due to excessive intimacy and cross-border family affection. He would think this is pathological and incorrect, and even firmly judge that it is not love. It is the family affection that has deteriorated, and it guides Tom back to the correct cognition.

But Afu knew that for Tom, whose emotional function was affected by the love potion, his emotions towards people could not be divided into simple and direct categories like family, love, and friendship like ordinary people.

In Tom's world, the lives he has come into contact with can only be divided into four categories——

It doesn't matter, one more, not more, and one less.This accounts for the vast majority.

Useful, somewhat interesting and can stand the occasional silliness.People like Abraxas, Rodolphus, Irene, Severus, and Batty Jr. belong to this part.

Powerful, able to learn something from him, enough to become his own opponent.There are one and only portraits of the four founders, Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, that fall into this category.

The last category is Afu.

Only Afu.

The light of his life, the fire of his soul.

……

Perhaps no one knows except himself, but indeed he has memories of when he was just born. (Private! It’s private!!!)

When he was squeezed out of the mother's warm womb and the narrow uterine cavity, every inch of skin and every bone in his body ached.

'Then blown by the cold winter wind, the delicate skin of the newborn seemed to be pierced by a fine needle. The large and continuous pain made him unable to control himself, and he wanted to cry out with his immature voice. .

but--

But ah, his intuition told him, you have to be nice.

It was a hazy, unoriginal premonition, the baby's brain was only a quarter of the weight of an adult, and it was not enough to support him to make any complicated thinking.

So, driven by that intuition, he subconsciously opened a cute smiling face and smiled obediently at something he couldn't see clearly.

It was a not very soft embrace, but it brought him a sense of security second only to the mother's womb—although not much.

But soon, he felt that his small body left that embrace, and moved into another... soft, fragrant embrace.

Most importantly, this new embrace gave him a sense of security far beyond the mother's womb!

He can cry and laugh when he wants to without being annoying, he can babble and move around without worrying about being let go, he can...

Not to be abandoned, not to be left behind.