the Gambler

The entire train was surrounded by screams, and the red-robed Aurors arrived on the battlefield in no time, and Harry could barely make out Tonks' bright pink head in the multicolored spell lights.A pair of powerful palms grabbed the boy's shoulders, and under conditioned reflex, Harry lowered his body and half-turned to give the man an elbow.Harry's wand was already on the man's chest, and the man raised his hands.

"Bryce?" Harry said in surprise, "what are you doing here, don't you know how dangerous it is?"

"Of course I know!" Bryce grabbed Harry's body and hid behind the seat next to him, angrily said, "You've been away for too long, Gaunt was very upset and threw me out."

"What about himself?" Harry lowered his voice, "Draco is still in the box?"

Bryce replied sullenly: "Gaunt also went out 2 minutes after you left. There are many Slytherin students in the box now, and the Greengrass sisters are responsible for maintaining order. Draco—er, Gaunt's front foot As soon as he walked, his hind legs disappeared."

"Did your father tell you about the attack beforehand?" Harry's answer made Bryce frown.

"I wouldn't have been on the train if I'd known," Bryce said, "though the Slytherins seem to have survived, and I've noticed that those who didn't actively resist were almost always dealt with by a simple Petrification or Stunning spell. This time Looks more like a demonstration against Dumbledore."

"Not everyone is uninjured." Harry's voice cooled down, "Brother Colin Creevey got a long cut by the Severing Curse for protecting a new student, if I didn't use the Muggle method to kill them It was bandaged, and he probably lost a lot of blood now. Bryce," he looked seriously into his chocolate-colored eyes, "go to Draco, I have a bad feeling, maybe he didn't leave the box voluntarily."

"What do you mean?"

"Slytherin will not take the initiative to step into danger, and Malfoy will not."

Bryce opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a sound for a long time.Harry knew Slytherin better than he did, he would have laughed two years ago, really.

"Go, Bryce," Harry urged, "I've got a way to get to Marvolo."

Tom leaned his chest against the wall closest to the battle area, taking time to observe the fierce confrontation in the middle. A Death Eater staggered out of the battlefield and fell beside him.The Auror who attacked him had dark brown skin and a strong body, and every step he took towards the Death Eater was full of confidence.The useless creature let out an exclamation, rolled over to avoid the attack, and backed away in terror until its back touched the smooth surface of the glass.

"Dizzy," said Tom quietly.The unexpected sneak attack caused the Auror to faint on the ground with his eyes wide open. The Death Eater's face was mixed with fear and surprise. He looked in the direction of the white light projected in confusion. There was nothing there.

"Come out!" he yelled in a trembling voice.

"The soul is out of body." Tom ignored the other party, and waited until the death eater's body stiffened before putting down the disillusionment spell and slowly approaching the other party.He reached out and removed the silver mask.

It was not a familiar face, nor could it be connected with the ancient pure-blood family traits.Tom snorted, of course, if those high-level Death Eaters behaved so patheticly, no wonder the light side could suppress the dark side for so long.This person is obviously low-level.

"Follow me." Tom opened the iron door in the middle of the car. He easily deflected the spell that was aimed at him, and threw those useless Aurors out of the window.Of course, they wouldn't remember themselves, all they could see were the two Death Eaters that came together.

Tom tilted his head slightly, and a golden head flashed behind the glass door of the next box.

"Attack him but don't kill him." Tom ordered. The Death Eaters were like marionettes. Dust from the shattering filled the air.Draco's horrified screams and sudden cries of pain told Tom that the plan was almost done. After stepping into the box, Draco's expectant eyes dimmed instantly when he saw another Death Eater.Tom waved his wand, leaving several hideous wounds on the real Death Eater, and blood spewed out like an open faucet.

Tom reached out to take off the mask, the blood on his fingers was sticky, and he kicked the fainted Death Eater in disgust.

"Gaunt?" Draco asked hoarsely.

"Malfoy." Tom said coldly, without giving him any attention.It's been a long time since he was able to attack others so freely, which made his blood rush to his eardrums with excitement.Maybe he should thank Voldemort for his design, after all, he specially sent him sandbags to relieve stress.

Draco held his breath. He should have thanked Gaunt for the rescue, but his nerves told him that was the wrong idea.From the moment he met Gaunt, something was wrong, as if time had passed before the Death Eaters showed up, and he couldn't even remember why he left.Draco frowned.

"Go back to the original box."

Draco nodded, and as he took a step, the sharp pain in his thigh made him realize that he couldn't move at all, and he clenched his teeth tightly, tears rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably.

"You're too weak," Tom commented disdainfully, "not even capable of saving your life from a lowly Death Eater. This is your punishment for incompetence."

Before Draco could speak, Tom took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it to Draco. The cruel smile on his face made the latter curl up involuntarily, and the weird feeling became more and more intense.

When Tom disappeared into the field of vision, Draco let go of his unconsciously hanging breath, and the temperature of the gold coin in his hand told him that Harry had received the message.Draco slid to the ground, kicking the Death Eater's unconscious body several times with his good foot.He couldn't believe that someone was going to attack him, and by Salazar, he was damn Draco Malfoy!The entire wizarding world would not mistake the blonde hair and blue-gray eyes of the Malfoy family!No Death Eater would be foolish enough to attack himself!

etc.Draco paused, the sudden realization sending chills down his spine.

Marvolo Gaunt was the Dark Lord's brother and he must have known about the attack!And no matter how you think about it, Gaunt is not the type who will leave Harry alone and walk around alone. Yes, he is very aware of the other party's perverted possessiveness, and sometimes he can't help but suspect that Gaunt will tie him with a rope. That Gryffindor.

And what Gaunt said before he left.Draco thought it was just a mockery of himself, but now it seems that the meaning is as clear as the words.The Death Eater's attack on Draco was Gaunt's own punishment, which explains why he came right after him.And the gold coin, he didn't know what Gaunt did with it during that time, but he could have given it back to himself when he returned instead of now.

Draco covered his face with his hands, his hands covered with tears and blood.

That was Gaunt's warning to him.

The door to Draco's box was pushed open, and Harry appeared out of breath, his black hair frizzy, as if he had just run through a strenuous marathon.There were many dark water stains on the boy's robes, and the pungent smell told Draco that those were blood, and he looked into Harry's bright green eyes in amazement, and said intermittently, "Whose blood is that?"

"Death Eater." Harry shrugged, squatting down beside Draco, pulling his arm over his shoulder, and propping Draco up.

"It's much quieter outside," Draco said weakly, a little dizzy from the blood loss.Immediately after his jaw was pinched, Harry poured a vial of red potion into his mouth, and the boy roughly forced him to swallow the disgusting liquid.

"Blood Potion," Harry explained, poking his head out of the compartment for a moment to look around.Draco watched in fascination as the boy cast a strange spell. A golden shield appeared in front of them, and the spells thrown by the Death Eaters hit the surface with a dull sound.Draco had the idea that this thing could protect them. He had seen the battle between Gaunt and Harry, which was far more exciting than it is now.Harry was a formidable fighter, and if he lacked an in-depth knowledge of Charms, Gaunt made up for it.

"Can you still cast spells?" Harry asked, turning his head. "I have to hold you, it's not convenient."

Draco nodded, his unicorn hair-cored wand trembling slightly in his hand, and under the cover of his shield, he knocked down the Death Eaters blocking his way.This feeling is very strange. The son of the right hand of the Dark Lord and the savior cooperated to deal with the Death Eaters. How many people would laugh out loud when they said it.But he couldn't deny the pride rising in his chest that he too was someone who could fight, though not alone.

"You're pretty good."

"What? Oh—" Draco couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, "Of course, I'm Malfoy!"

"Look at your smug face, you can walk on your own feet first." Harry joked, his smiling eyes tightened as he glanced at the person in front of him.Draco frowned, following the boy's gaze forward, his breath caught in his throat.

Voldemort.

Harry pushed the startled Draco onto the couch next to him, bending over to avoid the red light that shot at him.Draco took a few steps back in embarrassment, vigilantly observing the scene in front of him from a place far from the center of the battle.He watched as Harry couldn't use his sensitive reflexes due to the narrow space, and was barely wiped by the curse several times. Under the torn robe, more and more scars appeared on the boy's naked//exposed on the skin.Draco gripped his wand tightly, he didn't know what to do, it was like his soul was torn in two, one side shouted to help Harry, and the other side stood in awe of Voldemort.

Harry opened the mental link and shouted Tom's name loudly, and at the same time threw the Disarming Charm at Voldemort, the man smiled and dodged sideways.Harry took the opportunity to flip over to the back of the long table, and with a wave of his wand, lifted the furniture and threw it at Voldemort.The splinters exploded in the red light, Harry lowered his body, and pounced on Voldemort like a cheetah, who threw the spell again, and Draco watched dumbfounded as the boy cast a powerful protective spell on the floor, the rebound made him Deflect to avoid the attack.Harry grabbed Voldemort by the front of his robes, and at the same time Voldemort grabbed Harry.

"Tsk tsk, so unfriendly, Harry?" Voldemort bowed his head, uttering this greeting as intimately as a lover.As soon as the words fell, Harry suddenly showed a painful expression. He reached out and grabbed the position of his heart, writhing on the ground.

"You don't really think that you have the power to fight against me?" Voldemort laughed crazily, the already terrifying skin became more ferocious, and Draco had the illusion of looking at a monster.Given how powerful the Dark Lord is, that metaphor may not be wrong either.

Beads of sweat slid down Draco's brow, and he desperately wanted Marvolo to show up now.