[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"No, it's here again."

Alan Riddle sighed resignedly, patted the ashes on the school robe, and looked around.

Fortunately, he was quite familiar with the place. Even without the use of a wand, the moonlight makes it possible to see the intertwined trees. This is the forbidden forest.

——Half an hour later, the door of Hogwarts Castle was knocked.

"Grandpa Dumbledore! Uncle Severus!" Alan Riddle recognized the kiss loudly in front of the whole school, then looked at the Gryffindor table as if looking for someone, then waved excitedly : "Harry!"

"Do you know him?" Ron asked hesitantly, still holding a bit of a potato in his hand.

Harry was also very confused: "I never saw him."

Snape stared blankly at the chattering boy in front of him. He was wearing Gryffindor robes and looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. It seemed that everything was fine, but his face——

He and Dumbledore looked at each other. The boy looked almost exactly like Tom Riddle, save for those gray-green eyes.

Facing such a strange reaction from his elders and younger brother, Alan instantly realized that he had come to a world without himself.

"You said your name was Alan Riddle?" Dumbledore asked gently, his hands subconsciously placed in a tower on the desk.

After a period of chaos, they came to the principal's room.

"Yes," Alan replied, glancing from the corner of his eye to Snape and Harry, who were standing beside him.

Harry didn't know how he was implicated in this matter for no reason. He tried to refuse on the grounds that he needed to prepare a second project as a warrior of Hogwarts, but was forced to come here by Professor McGonagall.

"Who are your parents?"

"Tom Riddle, Victoria Riddle."

So Allen was fortunate to witness the instant discoloration of the three in front of him, and Harry even pulled out his wand the moment he heard his father's name.

Father, why is it always you who hold me back?

The boy sighed. "I know you don't understand what's going on right now. To be precise, I'm from another world. Have you heard of the Muggle parallel world theory?"

"Physics?" Dumbledore was interested.

"These are electives at Hogwarts," he added, "in my world."

"I'm amazed, Alan - let me call you that - you describe a perfect world where wizards and Muggles merge, no wars, no discrimination, which is remarkable."

Ellen shrugged. "It's a credit to my mother, who has a whole bunch of Muggle-scientist relatives."

It's a pity that even the theory of wizards and Muggles could not be researched, why he always traveled to various worlds uncontrollably. His mother believed this was the reason for his inability to fully control the power of the ether, and often reassured him that he would be fine when he was an adult.

My father was happy that he disappeared from time to time, and every time he saw him reappear, he would always show the expression of "seeing this little **** again".

This disgust had peaked when he learned that he had been sorted into Gryffindor.

Dumbledore insisted on listening to his parents' story. Alan's mouth was dry, and when he stopped to drink water, he heard Harry couldn't help asking: "So your mother and my mother are really friends?"

"Of course, the Harry I know is only ten years old, and he often pesters me to tell Hogwarts stories." Allen has a very good impression of the Potter family. In fact, being a typical Gryffindor, he's warm and friendly to everyone except his eccentric father, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no." Harry couldn't help but glanced at Allen again, and he could see Voldemort's face wearing a Gryffindor robe, and one more second was a gain.

"And Uncle Severus," he said, looking at the eccentric Snape, "had a daughter of his own last year."

"..." Snape stumbled on the spot.

It was so wonderful that Harry wished he could borrow a Pensieve from Dumbledore on the spot and share this memory with every Gryffindor.

"So, Mr. Riddle will stay with us temporarily—"

Harry took Alan back to the dormitory, which was arranged by Dumbledore.

"But there's no room for a sixth bed here," Neville said hesitantly.

Few people knew that Voldemort's real name was Tom Riddle, so they announced that Allen was a transfer student from the United States.

"He'll share a bed with me," Harry replied reluctantly. ("I'd love to, Harry." Allen gave him a warm hug.)

"I believe in you, bro!" Ron, one of the few who knew what the name Riddle meant, patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. "You've beaten dragons!"

At the other end, Allen had already climbed onto his bed and excitedly slapped the vacant seat beside him: "Hey hey hey! Come on!!"

Harry began to think seriously about the possibility of not sleeping tonight.

Fortunately, Allen did not have any actual impact on his life. Except for sharing the same bed at night, Allen during the day was basically absent-minded and could not see anyone at all.

Unfortunately, this situation only lasted for three days, and on the night of the fourth day, Harry was pulled out of the dormitory by Allen.

"It'll be discovered!" Harry whispered. "I'll go back and get the Invisibility Cloak!"

Allen dragged him back easily, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Harry didn't dare to admit that his face that looked like Voldemort with a cynical smile was indeed very handsome. Thinking of this, he didn't dare to look up at Alan, so he was held by the older boy.

"The prefect's bathroom?" Harry looked at Alan suspiciously. "Why did you bring me here?"

"We took a shower together, of course." Alan joked and pushed Harry inside.

The prefect's bathroom has a swimming pool the size of a tub and even has a diving board next to it, the rest of which is covered in white marble, brightened by a huge chandelier.

Allen turned on the faucet. There are at least a hundred faucets here, and it seems that there are different bath liquids in them.

The water quickly filled up, and Ellen jumped into the pool happily, and after a while, his head emerged from the water, holding up something familiar to Harry: "Sure enough, I guessed right! Harry, hurry up! Come down and listen, here are the clues for your next game!"

"When did you get my golden egg?" Harry didn't focus on that.

"The first night," Allen winked at him as if taking credit, and his arms were still calling him, "Come down quickly!"

To his surprise, Harry didn't move.

The boy's face showed a strange alienation: "Why are you helping me?"

Alan didn't expect him to ask such a question, but he smiled heartily, "Because we are friends."

"That's you, and another Harry. Another happy Harry with his parents alive."

Alan slowly put down the hand holding the golden egg, the smile on his face subsided, and said slowly, "I don't think there is any difference."

Harry shook his head. "Your father killed my parents, understand, Alan? Whether or not there is another happy ending in the world has nothing to do with me being an orphan."

After he finished speaking, he hurried away as if he could no longer bear being with a Riddle.

Harry's life returned to normal, he hadn't seen Alan for two weeks, and the golden egg was quietly brought back to his bedside the next day.

Harry was ashamed of himself, and his jealousy of the other self made him hurt Alan.

Ron didn't understand why he suddenly fell out with Alan, but he still expressed his support: "That is the son of the mysterious man! Who knows if he is in danger?"

Hermione tried to stop Ron, "You are discriminating!"

Allen has long since shared a bed with him. He is very powerful and can always find a place for himself. Had it not been for the occasional glimpse of him hurried past in the hallway, Harry would have thought Alan had managed to return to his own world.

On the first day of the third week, Harry decided to apologize.

He waited until it was dark in the corridor where Allen used to pass, but the person he was waiting for never showed up.

Maybe he really is gone.

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered softly.

And the next second, as if some magic was triggered by this apology, a note appeared in Harry's hand.

"Hi, Harry.

I accept your apology. It's a pity I can't hear it in person, because I've found a way to get home, and I'm leaving right now. Finally, I know you don't like help from me, but please tell Dumbledore the word "horcrux". This is important. mention me wishing my father in this world a quick rest in peace.

Your family, Alan. "

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