伏哈 前世今生·2
伏哈-前世今生 · 2
上一章节 导航🧭 上一章哦
我爱写同人 这是快乐+无聊的产物 请随便看看就好
哈哈哈哈哈哈哈其实我今天本来想写祖宗的 连设定我都想好了 可是 。。我就是想让汤姆小朋友早点遇见哈利学长。这章一如既往的没有出现小受哈哈哈哈哈但是我保证下章我一定努力
我想搞成一个小的长篇，主要是我对哈利波特的一些意难平，都是自己写着开心 所以原著里很多我都会改 ，总之就是当零食看看吧～
我并没有很在意文笔之类的 所以可能会有点不美丽看起来，但是你要focus在他们绝美的爱情里就不会了～
因为好好写很累 所以我就是瞎写 对比起🧎♀️
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我说一下 harry wein是我的 harry potter和别的人都是罗琳阿姨的。（往下刷中文后面是英文的原文我比较喜欢写英文对不起）
下面是百度翻译+我自己改改的产物
“欢迎来到霍格沃茨！”
那是1938年9月1日的一个神奇的夜晚，不安的一年级学生在霍格沃茨的走廊上咯咯地笑着，低语着。所有的孩子都很兴奋，大家小声的聊着天，有关于分类帽，关于院校，关于年长学生的耳语。关于宠物，食物，魔杖，课程，咒语和麻瓜。耳语回荡在走廊上，即使邓布利多教授在场也没有使他们安静下来。
汤姆保持沉默。他不太爱唠叨，在孤儿院的日子里学会了保持沉默。他默默地观察着周围的学生，他们看起都很年轻，至少在汤姆看来是这样。学生们穿着各种各样的长袍，有些看起来很昂贵，有些则像破布。男孩很感兴趣的是，这样不同背景的学生怎么能都这样聚在一起。就在那时，他想起自己来自一个孤儿院，而且或多或少有可能是一个他们称之为“麻瓜”的一类。
“至少我有天赋” 汤姆记得，就在一个月前，当他还在孤儿院时，邓布利多邀请他来霍格沃茨学习。这是他第一次被揭露有关魔法界的事情。他的脑子在转，像龙卷风和飓风。他很少想到魔法，也不太相信魔法俗语。他更相信自己，因为他更可靠，魔法无法保护他12年的孤独。
但邓布利多说他有天赋，听起来不错。
汤姆总是和孤儿院的其他孩子有点不同，他有点特别。就像把东西点燃的那种特别，跟蛇说话的那种特别，其他孩子觉得有点太吓人了。起初，汤姆猜想科尔太太带邓布利多是想带汤姆去精神病院把他关起来，但对邓布利多的种感觉却很好。那是一种莫名其妙的安全感。
邓布利多提供了汤姆所需的所有信息，以便他得到所有的学习用品，还跟汤姆讲了一些事，汤姆便展示了他与蛇交谈的能力。这是他的小秘密，但邓布利多是一个值得信任的人，至少从汤姆的理解来看是这样。老人起初似乎有点吃惊，但后来他和蔼地笑了笑，揉了揉男孩的头发。汤姆对那人微笑，正是这样的时刻使汤姆的心充满了一些小开心。
邓布利多教授的声音使他回到了现实。他在解说四个院校。汤姆简短地听过这些院校，总的来说，他喜欢和蛇在一起，他能和蛇说话，这只动物使他觉得有点安心。
男孩朝前面看了看，也许是想引起老人的注意。老人穿着浅蓝色的长袍，斗篷上绣着金线。这时汤姆注意到一个男孩。
那男孩穿着一件优雅的黑色天鹅绒长袍，高领上别着金纽扣。那男孩散发出精致的气息，使汤姆低头看着自己的衣服，叹了口气。他一定是他们在火车上说的那种“纯种人”之一。汤姆心中产生了一种嫉妒的感觉。
邓布利多教授终于解释完了，学生们被慢慢地允许进入食堂。汤姆在队伍的后面，所以他是最后一个进入大厅的人之一。
——
明亮的烛光在耀眼的空气中闪烁，热苹果派的香味，干燥的空气使汤姆的脸干涸，因为大会堂是一个有感觉的地方，因为它是一个快乐和欢乐的地方。透明而美丽的鬼魂在墙上跳舞。黑衣的孩子们坐在长桌上，银叉和刀子周围响起笑声。大孩子们的脸看着他们，汤姆能感觉到这股热气扑面而来。汤姆惊讶得说不出话来，他根本没见过这样如同被施了魔法的场景。不同颜色的旗帜庄严地悬挂着。汤姆认出那个绿色和银色的上面有一条大蛇。他感到更加紧张。如果我不在那个院校里怎么办呢？
分类帽坐在那里，在餐厅的中心，它庄严地坐在悬浮的金色的桌子上，好像在欢迎汤姆来到一个全新的魔法世界。汤姆的心跳加速，感到血液无法控制地涌出。
名字被叫出，一个接一个，年轻的一年级们走上了台子，他们的院校被宣布了。慢慢地，汤姆前面的人都一个个消失，于是又叫了一个名字。
“阿布拉克斯·马尔福！”（注意，这是draco的爷爷，跟汤姆大约是同一时间上学的）
汤姆在餐厅外面注意到的正是那个穿着考究的男孩。汤姆很高兴看到这个男孩被分到了什么院校里。金发男孩向前走，帽子放在他头上。毫不犹豫，就在一瞬间，分类帽就大叫“斯莱特林”。当斯莱特林的桌子轰鸣着，雷鸣着时，男孩骄傲地咧嘴笑了。有人喊道：“我们有马尔福了！！”其他人又鼓掌了。男孩吹嘘地捋了捋闪亮的金发，走到桌边坐下。
汤姆真的很羡慕他。就好像他得到了汤姆想要的一切。他穿着考究，很受欢迎，他去了斯莱特林。汤姆摇了摇头，把头放低了。
但汤姆还没意识到，他的名字就被人叫了出来。
“汤姆里德尔”
他头脑一片空白，脸红得通红。他的腿在生理上拖着走着。他闭上眼睛，什么都不想了。帽子戴在他头上。汤姆的头脑眨了眨，他能看到往事在眼前飞逝。那里的孩子们回忆起了孤儿院，但也有一些更老的回忆，有些甚至连小汤姆都够不着。
有那么一会儿，汤姆他可能看到了他的父母。他想哭，但这是不允许的，在所有其他学生面前。他忍住眼泪。
帽子犹豫了几秒钟，然后喊道：“斯莱特林！”. 斯莱特林的桌子上没有雷声，没有吼声，也没有鼓掌声，只有几声安静的耳语和一些不经意的小掌声。汤姆几乎能感觉到自己的眼泪在往下流，但他还是很有尊严地忍住了。他的思想波动了几秒钟，只是坐在那里，头上戴着分类帽，他才意识到自己被分类成了斯莱特林。
情绪突然涌上他的心头。兴奋、紧张、快乐、悲伤，他经历过的每一种情绪都在他身上掠过，他感到害怕至死。他麻木地把冻僵的腿挪到斯莱特林的桌子，找到一个空着的座位坐下。
汤姆从无法控制的转向他旁边的男孩。
“嗨”
end of 2
我保证下张一定会让哈利露面
对不起🧎♀️
以下是英文版（我写的）
“Welcome to Hogwarts!”
It was a magical night of 1938, September 1st. Uneasy first-years giggled and whispered n the hallways of Hogwarts as the walked up the stairs. All the children were excited, there were whispers about the sorting hat, about the houses, about older students. About pets, and foods and wands and classes and spells and muggles. The whispers echoed the hallways and were not silenced even by the presence of professor Dumbledore.
Tom remained silent. He wasn’t much of a chatter, and learned to remain quiet through his days at the orphanage. He was silently observing the student around him, they looked younger, at least in the mind of Tom. The students were wearing varying robes, some looked costly and some were like rags. It interested the boy how students of such different backgrounds could all come together like this. It was then he remembered that he was from an orphanage, and more or less likely one of those they called “muggles”.
At least I have talents. Tom remembers just a month before, when he was still at the orphanage, he was invited by Dumbledore to come to Hogwarts to study. It was the first time he was revealed about the wizarding world. His mind was spinning, like tornados and hurricanes. He rarely thought about magic, and he did not really believe magical sayings. He rather believe in himself, whom was more reliable, magic was not able to protect him for his 12 years of loneliness.
But Dumbledore said that he had talents, and that sounded good.
Tom was always a little different than the other children at the orphanage, he was a little bit more special. It was like setting-things-on-fire kind of special, like talking-to-snakes kind of special, and the other kinds found it a little too scary. At first, Tom guessed that Mrs. Cole has brought Dumbledore to lock him away in a psychiatric institution, but there was just this feeling about Dumbledore that felt good. It was some inexplicable sense of security.
After Dumbledore has provided all the information Tom needs in order to get all his school supplies and get to Hogwarts, tom revealed his ability to speak to snake. It was his little secret, but Dumbledore was a trustable man, at least from what Tom understands. The old man seemed a little shock at first, but he later eased out a kind smile and slowly ruffled the hair of the boy. Tom beamed at the man, it was moments like that made Tom’s heart filled with cloying sweetness.
The voice of professor Dumbledore brought him back to reality. He was speaking about the four houses. Tom has briefly heard about them all, and felt generally inclined to go to the one with snakes, he was able to speak to snakes, and the animal made him feel a little more welcomed.
The boy looked in-front, maybe try to capture the attention of the old man. The old man was dressed in light blue cloak that spinned golden lines. It was then Tom noticed a boy.
The boy wore an elegant black velvet robe, and had golden buttons pinned at the high-neck. The boy was emitting off exquisiteness and made tom look down at his own clothing and sigh. He must be one of those “pure-bloods” they were talking about on the train. A sense of envy arised from tom’s heart.
Professor Dumbledore was finally finished with his explanation and the students were slowly allowed to enter the dining hall. Tom was at the back of the line so he was one of the last to enter the hall.
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The bright candle lights shined floating in dazzling air, the smell of hot apple pies, the arid air dried up Tom’s face, for the great hall was a place of sensations, for it was a place of happiness and joy. Ghosts of transparent beauties danced around the walls. Children in black were sitting in long tables and laughter was springing around the sliver forks and knifes. Faces of elder children looked at them, and tom could feel this heat rushing to his face. Tom was amazed beyond description, he simply has never seen anything this staggering. Flags of different colors hang in dignity. Tom identified the green and silver one with a great snake on it. He felt even more nervous. What if I am not in that house?
The Sorting Hat sat there, in the center of the dining hall, it sat solemnly on the golden aviated table, as if welcoming the Tom to a whole new magical world. Tom’s heart raced to a speed where he felt blood pumping uncontrollably out.
Names were called, and one after another, the young first years stepped afront and their houses were announced. Slowly, the people in-front of tom thinned out, and another name was called.
“Abraxas Malfoy!”
It was the well-dressed boy tom noticed out side of the dining hall. Tom was excited to see what house this boy was sorted into. The blonde boy walked forward and the hat was placed above his head. There was no hesitation, it was just a split of a second before the sorting hat yelled “SLYTHERIN”. The boy grinned with proud while the Slytherin table roared and clapped with thunder. Someone yelled “we have Malfoy!!”and the rest clapped again. The boy smoothed his shiny blond hair, all boastful, and walked to the table and sat down.
Tom really did envy him. It was like he had everything tom wanted. He was well-dressed, he was popular, and he went to Slytherin. Tom shook and lowered his heard.
But before Tom could realize it, his name was called.
“Tom Riddle”
His mind went blank and his faced blushed scarlet. His legs biologically dragged themselves and walked on. He shut his eyes and gave up thinking about anything. The hat was placed above his head. Tom’s mind blinked and he could see old memories flying before his eyes. There were memories of the orphanage the children there, but there were older memories, some even beyond reach of the young tom.
For a second, tom though he might have seen his parents. He wanted to cry, but it was not allowed, inbfront of all these other students. He held back he tears.
The Hat hesitated for a couple seconds before shouting “SLYTHERIN!”. There was no thunder or roars or claps from the Slytherin table, only a couple quiet whispers and small, careless claps. Tom could nearly feel his tears rolling down, but he held them with his last dignity. His mind fluctuated for a couple seconds, just sitting there with the sorting hat placed upon his head, before he could realize that he got sorted into Slytherin.
Emotions suddenly flooded over him. Excitement, nervousness, happiness, sadness, every emotion he had ever experienced washed over him and he felt scared to death. He numbly moved his frozen legs to the Slytherin table, found an open seat and sat down.
Tom biologically turned to the boy next to him.
”HI～“
end of 2
我保证下张一定会让哈利露面
对不起🧎♀️
对不起 我知道有点短 但是我也就是写着让自己开心嘛，哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈不管怎么说 我尽量一周能更新一次。我都是以第三人称写tom的视角 我就是很喜欢主攻哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈
谢谢大家的观看不管你喜不喜欢 谢谢你～
我也想高产但是我的惰性和作业不同意我这样
TAT
不定时更新啦
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