The Last Goodbye

-stop! ! "

Riddle swung his hand suddenly, and the book in his hand slapped Harry hard.

The cold feeling disappeared.

The young people were probably beaten.He looked back in shock.

"If you want to know something, just ask."

"You know...?" Harry was really taken aback - would an 11-year-old wizard know such advanced magic as Legilimency?

"Of course I do." Riddle glared at him sullenly. "You think I can't do the same to you?"

"You will..." Legilimency? Harry laughed dumbfounded, but he stopped laughing immediately.A pinprick-like sensation invaded - he reflexively closed his brain.Numerous needlepoints enveloped his thoughts, like arrows raining on the enemy. Harry collected himself, trying to drive the other person out of his mind.However, those fine needles can always find his flaws.They rested on the fringes of his thoughts, stalking him now and then, like tiny lightning bolts.This is more excruciating than the physical pain.The Savior resisted for a while, but finally gave up. Occlumency is really not his forte.

"Okay, Salazar." He conceded. "Stop it. I won't do that again."

But the black-eyed boy just looked at him with a smile.

"Do not."

Harry was helpless to find that the other side stepped up his attack.While resisting, he regretted his previous behavior in the secret room.It really doesn't feel good to let others slaughter you if this kind of compromise is invalid.He has tried his best, but any slight flaw cannot escape those sharp needles.

Riddle himself was also finding it unbelievable - he thought that all wizards were self-taught in this skill, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.He suddenly became interested, quietly concentrated his mind on one point, and then stabbed suddenly, seeing the opponent shrink back as expected.

Oh, it hurts him. Riddle smiled maliciously.

Harry felt extremely remorseful.He finally realized that he had made a big mistake—he accidentally stepped into the field that the other party was best at. Young as Tom Riddle was, for most of his life, he had been forced to shut down his emotions and poke at other people's minds, so much so that it was as easy for him as brushing his teeth.

His body is too weak and his strength is too weak. In order to survive, he tempered his spirit into a sharp needle.Through countless nights of loneliness and despair, he relied on this ability to support himself.His will is his body.His spirit is his weapon.

When Riddle pushed hard, Harry hissed in pain.He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but of course it didn't work.The little devil admired those helpless green eyes with great interest, and admitted with relief that his desire to conquer had been greatly satisfied.

Severus Snape was right. Harry thought helplessly.I am facing the most powerful Legillimens of my time.I shouldn't be so proud.He sighed, raised his eyes to look at each other, then bowed his head humbly.

"If you want to come in so much, please come in."

He disarmed.

It was more embarrassing than being naked, but Harry did it anyway.This is his sincere apology.However, the moment he self-destructed the Great Wall, the opponent also withdrew all attacks.He clearly felt the tip of the needle rubbing against his thoughts, like a sharp knife scraping across the neck of a woman, gently imprinting a shallow trace of conquest.

Riddle hooked the corners of his mouth proudly and shot his guardian a triumphant grin.

"I won't watch it, Harry. Wouldn't that be too boring."

His voice was very pleasant, and he seemed to have forgiven the other party.

"However," the young man changed the subject, leaned over, and whispered in the young man's ear as the other party had done before, "I just want you to know that I am indeed inferior to you in terms of magic, but here..." He slender He tapped his temple with his finger, "This is my territory."

【You are just a book in my hand. 】

Riddle lowered his voice.

[As long as I want to read, I can read it anytime. 】

An ambiguous breath blew past the young man's ears.Suddenly Harry thought that the person sitting next to him was Voldemort!There was a sound of rustling footsteps not far away.The two looked at each other silently, and then distanced themselves tacitly.

THE READER, PART II

1938

There were about twenty brooms lined up side by side on the grass. Professor Potter explained to the students the precautions for flying lessons, while handing out the registration form for the Quidditch team. After scribbling a few strokes, Alphard dragged Riddle to the end of the line. Abraxas also followed quickly.

"We have something to tell you." Master Black pulled the other party's form and handed it to the Slytherin next to him. "Please pass it for us, thank you."

The student reached out to catch it, but Alphard didn't let go, "Hello?"

"No." Gray Eyes smiled apologetically, "Let's do it ourselves." The other party gave him a puzzled look and walked away.After he walked away, Alphard carefully looked at Riddle's form again, and then he handed the form to Abraxas without saying a word.

"What are you going to say?" The little devil smiled and looked at the two mysterious friends.

"Salazar," Abraxas' eyes seemed glued to the watch, "your middle name is Marvolo?"

"Ah."

"Then..." Alphard asked quickly before Abraxas could stop him, "do you mind if we ask your real name?"

"You mean my name before I was adopted by Professor Potter? I used to be Tom Riddle." The boy's tone was flat.He has no obsession with his past.However, upon hearing this answer, the expressions of the other two became very subtle.

"Sirs," Harry just walked over, "Have you filled it out?"

"Okay, Professor." Alphard quickly handed the few pieces of paper to Harry, and then smiled at Riddle, "It's nothing, let's go to class first, and we'll talk about it later."

Wait until we figure it out—he added in his mind.

For almost all wizards, the first flying lesson in life is exciting, not to mention Slytherin and Gryffindor who naturally like challenges.The students waited excitedly for instructions once they had chosen their brooms. "Now extend your right hand over the broomstick." Harry demonstrated, "and say 'get up'."

"Get up!" There were childish shouts from the lawn.Only one person's broom flew into the hands of its owner, Quint Weasley. "Well done, Mr. Weasley!" Harry trotted between the two rows of students, continuing to encourage the others, "Don't be discouraged, think of it as your horse, you have to tame it."

"Get up!" The students continued to try. Riddle's broom flew into his hands obediently.

After a while, there was only one student whose broom was still on the ground, and that was a little Gryffindor girl.Her broom kept rolling on the ground, as stubborn as a donkey. Professor Potter walked over and gently held her arm from behind.He smiled softly at the other party, "Take it easy, Miss Granger, take a deep breath." The little witch did as she did. "Very well," said the young man persuasively, "now look at your broom, concentrate, imagine it's nothing more than a larger quill, and say—"

"Get up!" the little witch yelled earnestly, and the broom flew into her hand with a whoosh.She immediately turned her head and looked at Harry excitedly, "Thank you, Professor Potter!" The male professor smiled at her, and Granger's face turned red up to his ears.Not far away, Alphard sighed heavily, "Professor Potter is really scary, in every sense..." Abraxas nodded in agreement. Riddle raised one eyebrow.He knew that his friends had something to hide from him, but he was not in a hurry—even if they really wanted to hide it from me, I would have ten thousand ways to pry their mouths open.

Harry didn't notice the weird behavior of the three Slytherins.He carefully corrected each student's way of holding the broom.Finally everyone is in position.

"As soon as I blow the whistle, I kick up hard. Steady your brooms, go up a few feet, then lean forward and drop back to the ground. Ready?"

"Okay, professor!" the little wizards said in unison. Harry blew his whistle once.The students kicked hard and jumped up.

"Oops!" Granger shuddered mid-flight, and his wand slipped out of her pocket.A kestrel happened to pass by and took the dropped wand away.The little witch stared at it anxiously, trying to maintain the balance of the broom.But the more impatient she was, the more disobedient the broom was, and she looked like she was about to cry. "Wait!" said a voice.Then a gust of wind swept past her.

Standing on the ground, Harry found that Quint Weasley had left the team and was chasing a bird to the Forbidden Forest.He immediately beckoned the students to get back to the ground and get on his broom