the Gambler

The cold wind passed through the group of tombstones, and even the weeds shook slightly.

Harry and Tom both stared intently at Voldemort.

"You are strong, far beyond my imagination." Voldemort relaxed his tense muscles and said wonderingly, "Maybe you are only a little worse than me."

"You mean I'm on par with you." Tom corrected, Salazar, he knew himself too well, and the other party was obviously hiding and unwilling to show weakness in Harry's face.This is not a good sign.Tom raised his chin and looked contemptuously at Voldemort, while not forgetting to wrap his arms around Harry's shoulders.It sounded naive, but he couldn't think of a better way for a moment.In fact, the simplest demonstrations have the strongest effects.Voldemort was jealous, Tom snickered, thinking he could go a little further.

Voldemort's lips were drawn into a thin line, and he made no accusations against Tom's words.

"You're like an eel stuck to him now," said Voldemort in disgust. "Bound to Harry's little finger?"

"Actually, it's the ring finger." Tom grabbed Harry's ring-wearing hand and placed it with his own, deliberately shaking it in front of Voldemort.

"I don't know what trick you used to get him to put on the couple ring, or the wedding finger." Voldemort looked proudly at Harry, who widened his beautiful emerald eyes with a betrayed look. Looking at Tom.

Tom accepted the boy's condemning gaze, and raised his chin haughtily to meet Voldemort's smiling eyes.Now he sort of knew how he looked to Harry.Harry had always said that he was unpredictable in his moods and unpredictable in his actions. ('It's like there are several people living in the body. When it's time to be angry, it will burst into laughter. When it's time to laugh, it's like being punched by someone!') Tom chuckled, although Harry's analogy is stupid but He did.If others could easily guess his thoughts, he wouldn't be the most powerful Dark Lord in history.

"I thought you already knew, Harry, cutie." Tom emphasized the pronunciation of the title, and Harry showed a disgusted look, clutching his throat and retching.This couldn't stop the laughter from Tom's mouth, and the voice slowly became wild after the initial suppression.Harry wrinkled his nose and flicked Tom a Bat-Spell.

"Hey, that's cruel!" Tom yelled loudly, and he pinned Harry to the ground before he could wipe off his smug smile with the help of swarms of bats.

Voldemort cleared his throat vigorously, and said dryly, "Perhaps you should pay attention to the occasion. Hormones are probably the only thing left in your head." kill you both."

Tom fixed his contemptuous eyes on Voldemort, inspected from head to toe, and let out a very ironic laugh in his throat.

"That makes you hard?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and the cruel cold light danced wildly in the blood-red eyes.His lips moved, and the tip of his wand shot a familiar green light.

Tom rolled away with Harry in his arms.

"Oh, Harry—" Voldemort drawled cheerfully, almost defiantly turning his attention from Harry to Tom.Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, and faced the puzzled Harry again: "I wonder if I come to your mind occasionally, dear biscuit."

Something hard pressed against Harry's waist, and he heard Tom whisper a word, and the next second, the touch of his navel hooked him to know that the port key had worked.Harry turned his head to the side, but Voldemort didn't stop him, but was looking at them with interest.The picture was too absurd to be depicted by the wildest imagination.Something was wrong, and maybe Voldemort hadn't intended his death in the first place.He seemed to be enjoying his time.

But it's impossible, isn't it?

The idea that Voldemort just wanted to see him was too unbelievable.

The feeling of the soles of his feet touching the Hogwarts castle made him finally relieved. Harry turned his head and observed Tom's expressionless face carefully. He could no longer feel the emotions transmitted from the Slytherin boy. Occlumency.To stop myself?What secrets does he have to hide?Harry reached out and grabbed Tom's arm, the muscles under his palm tensed, and Tom stopped, realizing Harry's raised eyebrow, and began to really relax.

Hermione was in a bad mood, and she couldn't be blamed for that, and anyone couldn't laugh at knowing that their best friend had gone missing in a Death Eater attack.It had been three hours since Harry and Marvolo had disappeared, and the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix still hadn't a clue.The castle was full of gossip, and those unrealistic guesses made Hermione unable to hold back her temper.

Merlin on!Those stupid students even came to the conclusion that the two were captured by the Dark Lord and might be corpses now.Oh, don't be silly, if Marvolo and Harry are together, Buddy is never in danger.This is not to say that Hermione believed in Marvolo, but in her own judgment of Voldemort, or perhaps Harry's judgment of Marvolo and Voldemort.Harry had said that Voldemort's greatest fear was death, and there was no way he could have done it to his younger self, after all no one could be sure about the effects of time travel.And Marvolo's perverted possessiveness can keep Harry safe.

Hermione had always felt that the greatest benefit of Harry and Marvolo's relationship was here.That's right, she had already read from the details of the casual relationship between the two of them. Of course, she hadn't planned to stimulate Ron's already fragile heart. Who knew if her boyfriend would roll his eyes and pass out.The beds in the medical wing are full now, thank you for your concern.

Walking quickly to the dripping stone statue in the principal's office, the spiral staircase on the other side of the door just appeared in front of Hermione. Dumbledore in purple robes was having a heated discussion with Professor McGonagall. The expressions on their faces were relaxed. This made the girl feel a lot easier in an instant.That meant there was good news, and she was pretty sure it was about Harry.

Dumbledore noticed Hermione's expectant eyes and smiled happily.

"Ah, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley wasn't with you?"

"Ron's anxiety is driving the Gryffindors crazy. It took me several petrification spells to lock him in the lounge." Hermione looked guilty when she saw Professor McGonagall's raised eyebrows, but Deng Bullido was obviously amused, and he burst out laughing.

"Then you should break his spell, and I believe the news that follows will calm him down," said Dumbledore gently, "Harry and Marvolo have returned."

By the time Hermione showed up in the auditorium with a smirking Ron, Harry was already lying on the Gryffindor table exhausted.There were all kinds of food in front of him, and Dobby and Winky kept filling the boy's plate.Harry seemed eager to actually faint, and his hands kept stroking his round belly.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione screamed and rushed towards Harry, only to be stopped by Tom's sudden rise.Standing on tiptoe, she looked over the tall boy's shoulder to her friend.

"Your hug will squeeze out the food he just ate." Tom's tone was as flat as water, as if he didn't tactfully mock the relationship between the two, and Hermione and Harry lowered their eyes in embarrassment at the same time.

Ron walked around Tom and sat down beside Harry, grabbed a drumstick unceremoniously, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "How did you two just disappear? Seriously, that's terrible, I It is said that someone saw—” He paused, his eyes glanced uncertainly in Tom’s direction, “Voldemort appeared on the train, but we all know who it was. He also disappeared later, which is related to your disappearance. Isn't it related?"

"Voldemort brought us back to Riddle's graveyard." Harry couldn't refuse the twinkling eyes, so he had to tear open a piece of pie and swallowed in pain. "He didn't really hurt us, it's too weird. I'll get rid of it later." Marvolo will meet you at the old place, I have something to clarify, and Hermione will be of great help."

"Of course, you too," Harry added hastily.

"You said he already knew he was Vol, Voldemort, but he seemed to be more enthusiastic about you. Is it my illusion?" Ron struggled to utter the question, his uneasy eyes shifting from Harry to Hermione and back again. Harry there.Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's not your illusion. If Harry and Marvolo were just inseparable, now he seems to be completely glued to Harry." Hermione looked around vigilantly, for fear that the person in question would suddenly appear in the room.

Sighing, Harry reached out and squeezed Hermione's shoulder, pointing to the looking glass in the corner of the room.There are several figures walking back and forth inside, all of them are students wandering in the corridor on the eighth floor.This is the lesson he learned after the Moody incident. The suspicious and experienced Auror reminded Harry more than once of the importance of the existence of the looking glass. 'You need to be ready for war at all times, no Death Eater will wait patiently for you to pick up your wand, Potter! ’ Harry said amusedly, "This is the Room of Requirement, Hermione."

"You didn't yell." Harry suddenly turned to look at Ron and said, "Surprise me, Ron."

"what?"

"My—relationship with Marvolo?"

Ron touched his nose: "I've been in shock for a long time, you know, since he seduced you."

Harry tilted his head, interestingly, he had never noticed that Tom's behavior was given different meanings in Ron's eyes.After all, the two friends know Tom best.

"When?"

"Oh, Harry, didn't you know?" Hermione interrupted, "From the second he saw you!"

"That's not seduction—" Harry laughed dryly. "He likes to flirt. Doesn't care who it is."

"Merlin, you didn't even notice the difference?" Hermione exhaled incredulously, "He dodges cleverly with everyone else. Only with you, should I put it this way, the two of you eyes are glued to each other, every time This interaction makes me suspect that the next moment will roll into bed!"

"Your thoughts are troubling." Harry wanted comfort from Ron, who was looking at Hermione approvingly.Harry coughed and continued, "You still haven't told me why you refused to explode."

"It's just too late, you should be able to understand? I always feel that the possibility of that day coming, I should have exploded at that time, but you insist that there is no relationship between each other. I choose to believe you." Ron waved his hand , "When it really came, the accident felt a little natural? It was too late to vent, anger and surprise were not enough fuel. To be honest, that kind of cavity explosion would only make me look stupid."

"Whoa, you're thinking a lot." Harry grinned. "Using too many — words."

Ron grabbed Harry's head and rubbed it vigorously. After fighting for a while, Harry corrected his expression, and the other two also became serious.

"There's something wrong with Voldemort." Harry told his friends in detail about all his encounters with the Dark Lord, and they all nodded in agreement with the boy.That's how Harry felt, Voldemort didn't seem to want to kill himself as much as before, maybe Tom's love for him was also projected onto Voldemort in unknown ways?Still, the thought of Voldemort falling in love with him made Harry shiver before the warm fire.

He doesn't think love is something that can be easily transferred.

Speaking of it, Voldemort seems to have become different after regaining his appearance, and rationally, he is more and more like Tom should be in the future.And Tom behaved very strangely.Harry was not as stupid as others imagined, he was sure that the other party was secretly planning something, and it started a long time ago.Harry didn't know how far Tom's plan had progressed. He had been trying to find out intentionally or unintentionally, but was fooled by Slytherin using Tai Chi.Tom's extraordinary IQ is well on display, and Harry can't catch the boy, let alone find clues.

Rubbing his hair in annoyance, Harry stamped his feet, throwing out the thought in frustration: "There's something wrong with Tom, too."

Hermione stared at Harry in horror, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know what to say, I just feel this way." Harry was extremely irritable, and the feeling of complete incomprehension was driving his nerves crazy. Tom would never tell himself his plan, and Harry had no way of doing it. , and now even the only brain he could rely on - Hermione obviously couldn't help.

"Maybe you think too much. He stays under the nose of Headmaster Dumbledore or you all the time, so he shouldn't be able to do anything big." Ron said impatiently. It wasn't that he doubted Harry, but that the boy was getting more and more Closer to Moody.Harry's occasional suspicions were unfounded, which made Ron awkward as much as he himself.No one likes the fog that can never be cleared, especially for a carefree character like Ron.