Soul shaping

? Riddle raised his eyebrows, "I have put a lot of thought into making this badge."It allows each of us to know where the other is, and it can alert each other when life is in danger.This is much more advanced than the ones your friends gave you.

"Uh... why do I feel a bit like the Dark Mark...""

"It's a little better than the Dark Mark. If you like the Dark Mark more, I can give you one..." Riddle was about to start, but Harry stopped him quickly.

"No, no need! This is enough!"

"Oh, do you like it then?"

"Hi, I like it! Of course I like it!" Harry replied with difficulty, he felt that he was completely controlled by Riddle.This badge has its own imaging function. Doesn't it mean that I will have no privacy in front of him in the future?

"That's good." Riddle didn't notice the stiffness in Harry's words.He hugged Harry to his side, rubbed his hair, and looked away, "Harry, one of us was born in midsummer, and the other was born in cold winter. It's not alike at all."

"We are not very similar at all... Apart from the sense of belonging to Hogwarts, the most similar thing is the dislike of being dependent on others. But why do you think I live in my uncle's house?"

"Okay, it's all my fault." Riddle held Harry's head up, "Are you hungry, shall we go have dinner?"

"it is good."

The author has something to say: I know this episode is very sloppy and scum_(:з」∠)_

I'll take a few days off first... slip away silently

☆, Duel Tower

Somewhere in northern Europe that cannot be marked, Durmstrang.

The Dueling Tower is the largest structure in Durmstrang.The top of the dark tower soared into the sky, as if it wanted to pierce the sky.The body of the tower is a multi-layered cone, each layer is engraved with a lifelike dragon totem, which seems to come alive under the lightning-like purple and green light, roaring to the sky.

At this moment, if someone came to the third floor of the temporarily closed dueling tower, they would definitely be shocked.It's not that the people who are dueling at this time are so amazing-that's just a nobody; it's that the lineup of spectators scattered in the spiral audience seats is too strong.

Sitting in the first row were several school board members and teachers.Some of them leaned back on the back of their chairs, their gazes drifting away; some seriously watched the movements of the two people on the stage and took notes.

And in the sixth row on the right side of the auditorium sat a pair of men and women in blood-red robes.The girl stared with great interest at the light-blond boy on the stage who kept falling but stood up tenaciously, smoothing out the crimson curly hair around her ear with one hand.The boy was leaning on the chair with his arms folded, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

"Polyasser, don't sleep!" The girl pushed the boy's shoulder, regardless of whether he woke up or not, turned her head and continued to watch the test excitedly.

The boy's head was tilted in another direction, and he continued to fall asleep.

"Why are you still sleeping?" Without hearing the reaction from the people around her, the girl angrily grabbed his shoulder and shook him back and forth, "Did you forget what the boss said?"

"Ha... please spare me, I really don't want to watch such a boring test." The boy touched his nose and pushed away the light brown bangs that almost covered his eyes.His skin is very fair, his eyes are almost bright amber, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and he looks sarcastic, "I really don't understand why the boss sent us to watch the placement test of this kind of low grade students , there is nothing to see at all."

"The boss must have his reasons for doing so. Also, don't you think it's very interesting that the child is being overturned to the ground again and again, and stubbornly refusing to admit defeat?"

"That's your bad taste, Margaret." Polyaser shrugged, lowered his body and spread his legs, resting his chin with one hand, "Although there are very few transfer students in Durmstrang. Well, I still don't see anything special about that kid."

"Well, because he's stupid?"

"what?"

"I mean he's so stubborn! You know, if I was beaten up so badly by Professor Carter, I would have given up a long time ago, because it's meaningless. But his strength always reminds me In a word, um... Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers? In short, there is a kind of desire that people want to destroy." Margaret said such cruel words with a smile.The collar of her robe was wide open, revealing a large piece of white skin at the collarbone, but her face was as simple and clean as a child.

The perfect combination of innocence and sensuality, Poliather thought, and he sort of understood why so many boys at school fell for her.

Margaret noticed the direction of his gaze, and she was not shy, and she generously pulled the neckline a little wider.

Polyaser quickly waved his hand: "Hey, don't play with me, you know I'm not interested."

"I know, you're not interested in women." Margaret glared at him, "I dare to play because of you. If it's those toads, I won't show them."

"Toad" is what Margaret called her endless suitors.As the little princess of "Silver Snake", one of Durmstrang's largest student organizations, and the school belle with the highest number of votes, she has always had her eyes above the top, thinking that only a handsome and powerful man like the boss is worthy of her. Lumu can only be her little brother.

"Okay, miss, for Merlin's sake, can you let me continue to sleep?"

"No way, are you still sleeping?" Margaret yelled, "Did you talk to the boss last night..."

Before he finished speaking, Polyaser covered her mouth, his eyes became fierce instantly, and his voice was low, gnashing his teeth: "Margaret, don't talk nonsense! I don't care, but if the boss hears ...Have you forgotten what happened to Ogina?"

"Okay, okay, I get it. I was just joking, don't take it to heart." Margaret blinked her eyes, with a pitiful look on her face, no matter which man saw that expression Can't help but feel soft-hearted.Polyaser is no exception.

He sighed, and leaned back heavily on the chair. He knew that the little princess was not frightened by him at all: "I really can't help you. You should be more careful in the future. If something happens, I can't save you." .”

"I know, I know, anyway, you will definitely cover me, right?"

"...It's not certain who will cover who when the time comes, miss."

On the other side of the auditorium, a tall black-haired man was looking coldly at the two laughing and joking, with disgust and disgust on his face.

"Jatis, where are you looking. Be serious." The young boy sitting next to him poked his face and yawned.

"Okay, chief. It's just that the 'Silver Snake' couple is really out of place..."

"Don't stretch your hands so long, Jetis. I'm tired enough just to deal with a 'Dark Snake'. Do you want to meddle in 'Silver Snake''s housework?" The boy patted the man reassuringly. shoulders.

"No, leader, that's not what I mean. I think what they did in public is really shameless!" Jetis said righteously.

"Okay, Jettis, I know you seem to believe in some Muggle religion, and your thinking is relatively conservative. But now it's an open age, and I think Margaret looks good in this dress..." The boy touched Chin, staring at Margaret's graceful waist and admiring.

"It's Christianity, leader, but it has nothing to do with that." The corners of Jetis' mouth twitched a bit. Although he was used to the leader's disconnection from time to time, the words just now really belonged to the leader of the hostile organization "Silver Snake". of it?

"I know what you're thinking, Jetis. You're thinking I shouldn't have said that, right?" The boy turned his head to look at him, his emerald green eyes like a pool of clear water.He has a rather cute baby face, with red lips and white teeth, and his frown is especially pitiful.But Jetis had known all his chief's tricks for a long time, so he had been unmoved... well, he still fell for it sometimes.

"You don't have to be so restrained, everyone has a love for beauty. Don't you feel moved when you see Margaret?" The boy blinked mischievously.

Jetis made a tense face and did not answer.

"How about this, next time I will take you to the silver-masked dance held by 'Silver Snake', I believe your aesthetics will be greatly improved..."

"Boss, that is an event prepared by a hostile organization!"

"Don't be so nervous, Jetis, it's just a ball, beauty doesn't distinguish between friends and foes." The boy put his index finger on his lips and made a gesture of silence, he didn't intend to accept any objections, " That's it. Let's move on... Huh, it's over already?"

He bent down and picked up the captured wand, holding it firmly in his hand.Wiping the sweat off his face, he felt a slight pain, and raised the back of his hand to see that it was smeared with blood.

The tall man standing opposite him strode towards him.Draco thought, if he was going to beat himself up, he really wouldn't have the energy to fight back.

A pair of rough hands lifted his wobbly body and patted his back.Professor Carter turned to face the auditorium and raised his left hand: "I have approved his request, and the specific decisions are up to you."

A serious man with brown slanted bangs sitting on the far right in the first row stood up, with a thick black binder resting on his arm.He pushed his glasses, looked at a page in the binder and read aloud: "I will announce the decision of the third grade committee. Based on the scores and personal suggestions of all committee members, we have decided to send Draco Malfoy Transfer to class B!"

The blood rushed violently in the brain, crushing all the nerves to pieces.His temples throbbed, the scene in front of him was sometimes chaotic and sometimes clear, and there were so many figures that he couldn't see clearly.Draco seemed to see someone stand up and applaud, and then a few more people stood up... Strange, there are not many people in the audience, why is the noise so loud?

He turned his head in a daze, and what fell into his eyes was a delicate smiling face.The girl stretched out her hand towards him, she didn't seem to dislike his dirty blood-stained palm at all:

"Shall I take you to the infirmary, Malfoy?"

The author has something to say: Durmstrang's school spirit is really different, um...

There is a LVAD/GGAD article next door, interested readers can go and have a look_(:з」∠)_ April is very busy, I don’t know if I can guarantee a stable update

☆、Triwizard Tournament

To Hermione Granger:

I wrote this letter in the infirmary, and the cause of the injury will be mentioned later.The doctor here is a short, fat man named Bet.He healed me quickly, but I didn't leave right away.

There were a lot of students in the infirmary, some with very serious injuries, but Mr. Bite never asked why, I think he was used to it.

Durmstrang puts a lot of emphasis on fighting skills, I know that.But I didn't expect the situation to be so serious. It seems that the school never restricts fighting between students.All duels are allowed as long as they don't hurt their lives.

By the way, did you know that my previous request for an additional placement test was approved by the section committee, and they quickly prepared a test site and judges for me.

It was a teacher who came to test me, and I later found out that he was my future fighting teacher!Can you believe that he didn't release water at all during the fight, and he pressed me all the way?I didn't mean to shirk responsibility, but I thought that dealing with a third-year student shouldn't be so serious...

I'm relieved he didn't use the Unforgivable Curse, or the Dark Arts, though.I think I should study their school rules carefully, especially the restrictions on dueling.Since I choose to study here, I must face many challenges in the future, and I have to be prepared.

They ended up transferring me from C class to B class.I told you last time that Durmstrang is not divided into schools like us. They are divided into three levels of classes based on fighting skills, namely A-level, B-level and C-level.This is obviously very cruel.

I've met some really interesting people recently.The school ethos here is completely different from Hogwarts, open and casual, but not at all relaxed.In fact, Durmstrang has a strict hierarchy. You can joke freely with the teacher, but you can't do anything disrespectful to him.

The most intense competition here is not academic, but the confrontation between campus organizations.There are so many student organizations and gatherings here, even the teams are formed by students freely, without distinguishing between classes.All are actively involved in the organization, and those who don't seem to be considered shameful.

I recently witnessed a fierce confrontation between the two largest organizations on campus, "Silver Snake" and "Dark Bone". To be honest, it was much scarier than the small fight between Slytherin and Gryffindor up.What's even more frightening is that this kind of group fight is within the scope allowed by the school rules, and even if the teacher sees it, he won't stop it.

I'm thinking about which campus organization I should join.

I find it interesting that a lot of their ideas are different from ours, but it's also easy to lose yourself in a way.

Draco Malfoy

April 1

Ever since Draco started sending her letters, Hermione had gotten a letter or two from him about a week or so.The letters are long and short, sometimes they describe his encounters in school in detail, sometimes they describe a certain phenomenon in Durmstrang in a long way, and sometimes they are just a few poetic complaints, which makes Hermione feel like a Malfoy family. The heir to the delusion of turning to poetry.

Hermione replied to every letter with a serious and pragmatic attitude, expounding her views and opinions.She could feel the boy's loneliness and fragility, his confusion and uncertainty about the future.He needs someone to watch over him, even if he isn't around.

Hermione was surprised that he chose her, but she didn't refuse.She hoped her advice would be useful to him.

At the same time, another important event was spreading in the school, and that was the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

"The Triwizard Tournament is a school friendship competition organized by Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school will select a student to participate in the competition, and each will have a competition event. The winning Students will be rewarded with a thousand Galleons." Dumbledore said in the auditorium, "This Triwizard Tournament will be held in Durmstrang. Since the real contestants can only let the Goblet of Fire selected, so we will go to Durmstrang in a team of five or seven."

"Students who want to sign up can fill out the application form and submit it to their dean. Be careful, the Triwizard Tournament is very dangerous, and only adult wizards can participate! Don't try to lie about the date of birth, each dean has a student file !"

Even though Dumbledore had warned all his classmates in advance, there were still many underage wizards eager to try.Harry could often see some junior students huddled in the lounge, holding registration papers in their hands, laughing out loud from time to time.

"You said you want to sign up too?" Harry looked at Ron with some amusement, who was biting his pen and studying how to polish his award-winning experience.

"Where is a thousand galleons! How much can you buy?" Ron looked yearning.

"But you're not old enough, Professor McGonagall must know. You can't even take the first test." According to Professor McGonagall, they will conduct a rough screening of the students who submitted the application form, and those who pass the screening Students can go and take the first quiz.

"Hey, don't say despondent words!"

The Weasley twins are also very interested in the Triwizard Tournament.

"I heard that the Triwizard Tournament won't be held until October this year, and we'll be adults by then!" Fred winked at them.

"Really, I remember that your birthday is in..."

"A few days away is nothing at all! The school won't be so strict!" George interrupted Ron directly.

Almost everyone was discussing the Triwizard Tournament, and the students who planned to sign up asked around and discussed the content of the test loudly, while the lower grade students who could not sign up due to age restrictions were full of interest in the process of the Tournament and the other two magic schools.

Harry once saw Flint of Slytherin chasing Snape with an enrollment form and asking questions. You know, he never liked to exchange questions with the teacher before.

"Hey, Harry. Did you know I'm going to take my first test?"

"Angelina! You signed up too?" Harry was a little surprised.

"Yeah, I'm old enough." She smiled, "It's a good opportunity anyway, I have to try it."

"Well... then I wish you pass the test! If you take the Galleon, remember to treat us to a meal!"

"Hahaha, you're going too far..."

But George and Fred stood aside with their hands folded, with aggrieved expressions on their faces:

"It's only a few days away, just a few days!"

"McGonagall said we couldn't fool the Goblet of Fire—"

"It's only a few days! We're going to be adults soon!"

"This is for your safety." Hermione flipped through a thick history book, "It says here that the Triwizard Tournament was once suspended due to too many injuries. In 1792, a chicken body snake tail The monster went on a rampage during the competition, causing all the principals of the three schools to be injured..."

"That's because they weren't careful enough, we won't."

"Life is an adventure—"

"Oh, do you think you are better than the principals of the three schools?" Hermione gave them a blank look, and closed the book forcefully and stuffed it into her bag.She zips up roughly and walks out of the lounge.

"What's wrong with her?" Fred and George looked at each other.

Harry raised his eyebrows and followed.

Hermione was walking towards the library with her schoolbag on her back.Although she had always liked being in the library, Harry had noticed that she had been talking less and less frequently lately, and she had cut back on the frequency of her activities with them.

"Hey, Hermione." He patted the girl on the shoulder.Hermione glanced back at him and nodded.

"What's going on lately?" Harry asked, considering his words.

"...It's nothing." She was silent for a while, and finally said that.Harry didn't press the question.There was no use forcing Hermione if she was determined not to speak.

"...Is it obvious?" She asked suddenly.

"A bit."

"...He has been writing to me recently. It was okay before, but recently he has been injured more and more often, and sometimes there are bloodstains on the letter paper... He seems to be involved in a battle between two organizations, and he is thinking about it. Climbing up. I have told him many times that he has just entered school and he should work hard to improve himself instead of sacrificing everything. But he never listens..."

It took Harry a moment to realize who she was talking about.This really surprised him a bit, but it wasn't that difficult to accept after thinking about it.In fact, after the battle in the Forbidden Forest, he felt that there was something wrong between the two of them.

☆, World Cup

"In a letter that just arrived, he also mentioned the Triwizard Tournament...that's what it said in the letter." Hermione took out a light green envelope from her schoolbag, and unfolded the silver letter paper inside, "'They They are quite fanatical about this competition, and almost everyone wants to participate. Although Principal Karkaroff has repeatedly emphasized that only those who reach the age can have the opportunity to participate, almost no one listens. The appointment of the Duel Tower is full every day, and everyone is in Practicing crazily, wanting to beat others. Yesterday, in order to grab a vacancy in the Duel Tower, Silver Snake and Dark Bone fought again. Polyaser was fractured, and Margaret was also slightly injured. I still didn’t Klum has met the boss of the Silver Snake several times. Last time I mustered up the courage to ask him for his autograph...'Look, it's hard for me to understand the pathological management model of this school. In some respects strict It's abnormal, and some aspects are too relaxed..."

"Er... indeed." Harry didn't know how to comment.

"Harry, do you think I should sign up and visit Durmstrang?" Hermione asked suddenly, with a serious face.

"Ah? But you are not old enough, can you really go?"

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that the principal intends to provide several places for outstanding junior students to watch the competition." Hermione still frowned, "This news has not been officially confirmed, but the credibility is still quite high. Originally, I had no interest in this kind of competition, but..."

"Then you go, Hermione." Harry blinked. "You can definitely be selected at your level. And Draco will be very happy."

"Uh, let me think about it again..."

After parting from Hermione, Harry returned to the lounge.To his surprise, there were only a few people in the lounge, and Ron and the others didn't know where they were going.

"Where did they all go?" Harry asked Hannah, who was sitting to the side.

"It seems that the results of the first round of tests were posted... They all went to see it."

"Harry! Here's your letter!" Neville walked in and handed him a light green envelope.

Harry stared, thanked Neville, quickly opened it, and pulled out a piece of silver letter paper inside.

To the host:

Draco Malfoy greeted his master.

I have spent two months in Durmstrang, and I know something about things there.There are many campus organizations in Durmstrang, all of which are organized by the students themselves.Setting up an organization is fairly simple, requiring only the submission of an application form.And the audit is also easy to pass.

The "Silver Snake" is one of the largest organizations in Durmstrang.I've always found this organization very strange, it's only a few years old, and it's scary for such a young organization to swell to this extent.

"Dark Bone" is said to be an organization established by Grindelwald, and its sphere of influence once expanded to the entire European continent.But after Grindelwald's defeat by Dumbledore in 1945, its grip and prestige dwindled considerably, far less than before.But it was still a sleeping behemoth.

I opted into Silver Snake.The process was much smoother than expected, probably because of the introductions from insiders, but I always thought that joining such a large organization would be difficult.

I am very curious about it, and have always wanted to dig out the secrets behind this organization.So I am very active in various activities.

Until a few days ago, I finally got a little clue.

The truth shocked me. Senior members of the "Silver Snake", they all call themselves Death Eaters.Master, I think...

Draco Malfoy

April 3

After Harry finished reading a letter, his brow furrowed even further.He knew what the lingo for Draco's final ellipsis was.

"Looks like we have to go to Durmstrang." Riddle's voice sounded in his brain.

"Then we should also apply to watch the game?" Harry asked.

"Don't be so troublesome, just tell Dumbledore directly. He will provide us with a place." Riddle said lightly, "I don't know which of my 'brothers' made such a big deal, but actually extended their hands to Northern Europe went."

"Is it possible to be the main soul?"

"This possibility is not ruled out. But the main soul should not be so risky. After all, he has no Horcrux protection, and it is easier to hide than us... But who knows." Riddle seems to have something to say, but this time At that moment, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in noisily. Ron threw himself in front of Harry with an excited expression on his face: "Harry, do you know! The school said that it will provide two junior students A place to go to Durmstrang to watch the game! All expenses will be paid by the school!"

"Ah, that's really good - I mean, it's great -" Harry couldn't help smiling, infected by his joy, despite having known the news for a long time.

As expected, the two spots ended up going to Hermione and Harry.Ron looked at the two of them with envy and greed, and finally asked them to bring him a signed photo of Krum.

"There will be the Quidditch World Cup this summer! Krum will also participate, so let's watch it together!" Ron said excitedly, "Harry, you can't miss this, it only happens once every four years. "

The five contestants who participated in the Triwizard Tournament have also been selected after passing three rounds of tests. Among the five, Harry only recognizes Angelina from Gryffindor and Cedric from Hufflepuff. The strange players are students of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

The semester passed quickly, smoothly and steadily, amid studies, training, reading Draco's letters with Hermione, and flirting with Riddle.They took the red leather train home, and Ron said that he would come and invite him to watch the World Cup with him at that time, so that he could get ready.Harry was a little worried about how they would tell him...

"The World Cup is still fun, isn't it?" Harry leaned on the bed and flipped through the "Daily Prophet" he subscribed to, which was commenting on the teams participating in this World Cup.Riddle, on the other hand, was sitting on the desk by the window playing with their wands, spinning their fingers dazzledly.Hearing his soliloquy, he glanced down at him, and continued twirling his wand again.

"Perhaps. But I know there are better sports."

"What?" Harry asked casually, disapprovingly, turning the page.

"Exercising on the bed." As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped his wand aside and jumped down to sit beside him.Startled, Harry subconsciously backed away.Riddle grabbed his forearm and pressed him on the bed, leaning down and approaching him.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Seeing that he was about to kiss him, Harry turned his head in panic, "No...!"

"Isn't it okay?" The cold breath blew past the ears with the hoarse voice, a little itchy.

"Uh... no." Harry blushed.

Riddle didn't answer, he took off his coat and pressed it directly.

noon.Harry had to endure Uncle Vernon's complaints and accusations, while eating simple Chinese food in a dull mood.Who made me late... According to my uncle, he called himself five or six times to come down for Chinese food, but he didn't respond.But Harry was pretty sure he'd only heard it twice... no, it didn't matter.

"Hey, it's all your fault! If it wasn't for you...would I have eaten Chinese food so late?" He rolled his eyes at Riddle in his heart, and lowered his head subconsciously, lest Uncle Vernon see the marks on his neck .

"Then will continue later?"

"Get out!" Harry almost choked and coughed.Uncle Vernon gave him a suspicious look.

"Eat slowly." Riddle said with a smile in his voice.

"I...I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Why are you angry? I didn't do anything to you."

The spoon in Harry's hand stopped, and it made a crisp and reckless sound when it hit the ceramic plate.He did not make it to the last step, but Harry felt that his palms were going to be worn out, and he was still shaking a little...

"It's unbearable like this, what should I do if it becomes more intense in the future?" Riddle continued to add details.

"...you can shut up, let me have a good meal, please?" Harry pressed his finger bones and gritted his teeth.

"Okay. We'll discuss it after you finish eating."

Uncle Vernon watched his nephew's changing expression suspiciously, internally attributing this to their wizard's nervousness.

Of course, Harry didn't discuss "more intense sports" with Riddle in depth, because Hedwig brought a letter from Draco.

The letter mentioned the World Cup.Draco said that as a member of the "Silver Snake", he would also follow Krum and others to watch the battle.

"...and Margaret King and Polyather Weston, whom I mentioned earlier, are also with me. Looking forward to seeing you soon. Yours faithfully, Draco Malfoy." Harry replied Put the letter back into the envelope, and then stuffed the letter into the compartment under the floor, "It seems that Draco is doing well, and he can still go with Krum. Krum seems to be the second child of the 'Silver Snake'." hand?"

"There's a price to do well there. Physically, mentally, or both." Riddle put a hand on Harry's shoulder, his palm slowly poking into his loose collar, "I I just want to see what he has become."

"Ron's family will pick me up tomorrow, and I think we'll be able to reunite soon." Harry was so out of breath that he had to free one hand to hold him down, "Don't move ...To be honest, Draco doesn't go home during the summer vacation?"

The author has something to say: There will be a lot of descriptions and shaping of the original characters in this article_(:з」∠)_If you don’t like it, you can discard it. But I like those characters very much, so if you don’t like them ... um, spray it lightly

By the way, the recent increase in collection is a bit fast, I am a little scared

☆, illusion

"Durmstrang's system is different from that of Hogwarts. Their students can apply to stay in school. I think I worked so hard to stay in Hogwarts for the summer vacation..." Riddle leaned over and nibbled The pinna of his ear, another hand reached into the hem of his clothes, "I think the weather is pretty good today, why don't we..."

"Get out of here!"

Harry felt that being harassed by Riddle all the time was not a solution, but deep down in his heart he was not very resistant.And Riddle seems to have grasped this point, becoming more and more reckless.

"It's time for me to go to dinner, Uncle Vernon is calling me..." He took great pains to escape from his crazy kiss, bent his legs to push him away, but was quickly pressed by his hand Pressing down on his knees, it was another round of more obsessive plundering.

The quilt had already slipped to the floor, the thin shirt was pulled up to his chest, and Riddle's cold, slender fingers stretched upwards along the boy's slender waist.He pinched Harry's chin, holding his mouth closed, biting_licking at his soft tongue at different angles.

They struggled for another half an hour before Riddle let him go down to eat.As Harry sat at the dinner table, Uncle Vernon's rough growl sounded familiar... wait, what the hell was he doing today?Except for reading the newspaper for a while in the morning and reading a letter from Draco in the afternoon, the rest of the time seems to be... all...

"Riddle, I think we need to have a good talk," he thought viciously as he scooped up the soup.

"Go back to the room and talk about it." The other party didn't seem to care at all.

"Okay, then you wait."

"Go back to the room and talk on the bed." He added.

"..." Harry didn't have the strength to let him go.

The next afternoon, Mr. Weasley drove to pick Harry up to the Burrow, and Hermione, Ron and his brothers also came to help Harry carry his luggage.Harry asked with some concern: "I haven't gone to Diagon Alley to buy books for the new semester..."

"We've bought it for you, Harry! But you're going to Durmstrang next term, are these books still available?" Ron asked.

"I don't leave until October. And even if I don't have classes, I have to study by myself."

Ron made a face at him, expressing his feeling that he was not as knowledgeable as a school bully.

When they arrived at the Burrow, the whole house was busy.Mrs. Weasley was packing up the tent they had slept in while watching the World Cup, while Percy, Fred and George sorted out a change of laundry, folded it, and stuffed it into the trunk.

"Hey, Harry, you're finally here. We were thinking about how to pick you up." Fred said with a smile.

"Percy said he was going to Floo to pick you up from your uncle's—"

"I have to say that's a really stupid way to—"

Ginny couldn't help laughing as Percy argued with a red neck that he obviously didn't come up with it.

"Okay, stop yelling, you're leaving early tomorrow morning! I don't know why you can wait until now to tidy up..." Mrs. Weasley walked back and forth anxiously, yelling at Mr. Weasley, who was comforting him. yell.

"Fred, George, you