the Gambler

During Slughorn's Potions class, Harry noticed that the professor was visibly surprised when he saw Tom.Perhaps wondering why he hadn't gone directly to Voldemort, he cast a sideways glance at Tom, who was sitting next to Bryce, who was frowning at himself.He snorted coldly and turned his head, just in time to meet Draco's suspicious eyes.

"You two have conflicts?" Draco was a little surprised. After all, he saw the intimacy between the two of them last night. In just one night, Harry started to turn cold faces at Gaunt.

"Keep the distance he wants." Harry absently flipped through the "Advanced Potions Progression" textbook in front of him. Tom's familiar curlicues were still on it, which gave him the urge to change the book.Harry poked his head over, scanned the densely packed notes in Draco's textbook openly, and shrugged: "Oh, we're not lovers."

"Huh?" Draco's disbelieving tone made Harry frown.

"Just keep this in mind, anyway, the whole Slytherin will get the news tonight." Harry took Draco's textbook and began to transcribe without any explanation. Fortunately, the blond Slytherin could still be counted on for the next notes.He glanced up at Hermione, whose disapproving expression confirmed his suspicions.Hermione would never help him, the witch would advise him to fend for himself.

As if I hadn't tried, Harry scoffed, he just wasn't gifted at Potions.

"You broke up?" Draco walked slowly towards the locker, and took out a bunch of Datura rhizomes and a few oddly colored bezoars from it.Those things gave off an unpleasant smell, and noticing that Harry was following him, Draco raised half of his eyebrows, "You don't have to come here."

Harry shrugged indifferently: "I just don't want to see someone."

"I don't know what to say." Draco stuffed things into Harry's arms, and took out some dried herbs from the cupboard.

"It's very simple, just don't say anything." Harry walked back to the table they shared, and the water in the cauldron began to boil.He raised the knife and followed Draco's instructions to cut the mandala root into hair thickness. This impossible technique seemed easy with the help of magic tools.Harry couldn't help but marvel, Draco had a smug smile on his face, and his haughty look gave him the urge to punch him.

"Fairy products from Romania, my birthday present last year." Draco carefully added the chopped ingredients into the crucible, stirred them clockwise three times with a spoon, and then threw in the ingredients that had just been ground into powder.The potion slowly turned bright pink.

"It should be purple."

"You really don't know anything about potions," Draco said sarcastically. "Of course it's bright pink, and we haven't put dragonstone grass in yet."

As the second group of the whole class to hand in the finished product, the partners of Draco and Harry were also praised by Slughorn sparing no effort. Of course, the first group was Bryce and Tom.However, the chubby potions professor seemed eager to cover up his fear of facing Tom with his full of praise for Harry.Harry couldn't help but sympathize with Slughorn, one of the few people who knew who Tom really was, and who knew that handsome and charming boy would grow up to be the most feared Dark wizard ever.

As soon as the bell rang, Harry ignored the curious eyes of his friends, grabbed his packed schoolbag and hurried out of the cellar.He didn't want to be with Tom for a moment now.

"That pompous, freewheeling bastard!" Harry cursed angrily.

Even with Tom's reasonable explanation last night, Harry was still very unhappy.After all, it was the other party who blatantly fanned their scandals all the time, but now he asked the two to maintain a relationship of ordinary friends to the outside world.It made Harry feel disgusted, as if Tom didn't want to admit that he was his boyfriend.This sounds a bit girly, but no one can deny the feeling of aggrieved.Harry lifted the shoulder straps up, and the ink bottle in the schoolbag made a crisp sound.Turning around the corner again, he vaguely heard a woman complaining softly, and then, a familiar male voice covered it.

"Good day, Harry," said Voldemort's voice. "I've noticed that you've been in a bad mood these days? Or has Tom finally caught his breath and let his feet slip?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Lying is his innate talent, especially when it is necessary to hide some unknown motives." Voldemort's arrogant tone made Harry spit, "It's been a long time since I saw you, dear, can you It always haunts my heart, I reckon I should give you a gift."

"I have a good heart, I have to admit, your corpse is also in the dream. By the way, I can't compliment your bad taste."

Voldemort smiled sullenly: "It's still not less sharp and mean, I'm very pleased. But you will like it this time, remember to say hello to Trelawney and Dumbledore for me. Oh, don't forget my loyal subordinate Sif Les."

Trelawney?

"Are you implying that Snape is on your side?" Harry asked suspiciously.Snape's status as a Death Eater was known to the entire Order of the Phoenix, why did Voldemort choose this time to reveal it?

"Hint?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "I thought that was already a notification."

"You want me to doubt his position. It's useless, Voldemort." Harry pursed his lips. "If he was an eyeliner planted in the Order of the Phoenix, how could you give up so easily? He has access to a lot of secrets."

"I have someone better, Harry, who is worthless to me."

Harry poked his head out curiously. Less than ten meters away from him, the witch was stumbling towards this side.

"It's too much." Trelawney shook the wine bottle in her hand indignantly, and the transparent liquid inside swayed a few times, "You think I didn't notice it? Tianmu! I am a person with Tianmu!"

"Find what, Professor?" Harry asked cautiously, drunks being the last type of person he wanted to deal with.

"The way you look at me! I know you doubt my ability, you all doubt my ability, think I didn't inherit my talents from my great-great-grandmother! Someone sent me a howler letter this morning! I was right Slander! Unbelievable!" Trelawney hiccupped, and the smell of sherry entered Harry's nostrils, and the latter wrinkled his nose uncontrollably. The witch continued, not paying attention to Harry's disgusted expression, "Interview That day, in the Pig's Head Bar, Dumbledore didn't like me at all, I know, but I left him a deep impression." She paused, and the ugly reading glasses slipped a little along the bridge of the curved nose, "What did I say?"

"A prophecy?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Can't remember, I was so dizzy that day, but at the end of the interview, Snape barged in! The gruff old bartender pulled him into the room, but he actually said he went up the wrong stairs ...I think he's eavesdropping, and yes, he's been trying to get a job at Hogwarts."

The blood drained from Harry's face, and he felt a bone-chilling chill creep into his skin.His legs seemed unable to support the weight of his body, and he wobbled against the cold stone wall.It was Snape who overheard the content of the prophecy, and he told Voldemort. He and Peter Pettigrew cooperated to tell Voldemort the location of Harry's parents, and let the Dark Lord hunt down their family.

Harry slid slowly down the wall to the ground, Trelawney's worried voice muffled into his ears as if through water, but he couldn't hear anything.Yes, Snape was a Death Eater, and Snape was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.He should have guessed.

Why can someone with such a dark background gain Dumbledore's trust.Damn it, he was the murderer who killed Harry's parents, and he was a spy placed by the Dark Lord in the Order of the Phoenix. If he can still be trusted by Dumbledore after killing the Potters, he can continue to play a good guardian Lee's role.that bastard!

Anger caused the surrounding glass to vibrate violently. Trelawney uttered a terrified cry. Harry shook off the witch's hands stretched out to him, and rushed out of the corridor like a whirlwind. .Harry ignored him, he spread his legs and ran as fast as he could, and even panting couldn't stop him.He needs to find out from Dumbledore!

Harry yelled at the stone guards, and even cast several offensive spells, but the statues remained motionless.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Harry shouted towards the stone statue, and the students passing by looked at him in shock, but Harry just called the principal's name over and over again.After a while, the moving spiral staircase slowly appeared in front of Harry, and he quickly rushed into the office, where the portraits of the previous principals looked at the angry boy with curious eyes.Dumbledore was very still, his blue eyes lingering on Harry for a long time.

"What happened, my boy? You look very angry with me."

For some reason, the hatred in the boy's heart subsided a little the moment he saw Dumbledore, and Harry struggled for a long time but still couldn't speak.Dumbledore frowned, studying Harry's face.

"You can tell me anything, Harry."

"I—" Harry clenched his fists, his previous anger returning, "Severus Snape! It was Snape who told Voldemort the prophecy! It was Snape who killed my parents! And Together Pettigrew Peter!"

Dumbledore's expression didn't change much, he didn't even show shock.Even so, Harry felt that the old man's face turned pale.

"Where did you hear—"

"You can't lie to me!" Harry raised his voice, Merlin, how could Dumbledore be so calm!This made the beast in him howl to tear off the headmaster's calm mask.This kind of malicious thought gave him a lot of courage. For the first time, Harry accused Dumbledore unscrupulously, "You know it! I trust you so much! But you put the culprit who killed my parents beside me !"

All the Headmasters were whispering this time, pointing fingers at Harry, and some cast disapproving glances at Dumbledore.The air in the principal's room was heavy, Harry was breathing heavily, his anger welled up again, all the silverware shook and collided and made clanking sounds, Fox stared at Harry with sad eyes.

"Tell him the truth, Albus!" said one of the Headmistresses suddenly. "What a poor boy."

"Harry, please listen to me." Dumbledore said with a heavy tone, "Severus made a serious mistake. At that time, he was still a diehard Voldemort. Knowing this prophecy, he would naturally tell himself excitedly." Master. It did not occur to him that Voldemort would choose the Potters."

Harry let out a piercing laugh, his nails dug deep into his flesh, blood slowly dripped from the wound onto the light brown floor, and several headmasters sighed in sympathy in unison.Harry clenched his teeth tightly, suppressing his anger, and the silverware fell from mid-air, and the clanging sound made him not even move his eyebrows.He stared straight at Dumbledore: "He hates my father as much as he hates Sirius. If you have really observed carefully, you should know that his hatred is also on me!"

"He wanted to kill me," Harry took a step forward, the sound of the air cracking in his ears, "like killing Lily. He never regarded his mother as a true friend. In his eyes, Lily Just a Mudblood!"

"Harry!" Dumbledore said seriously, Harry couldn't help but stop what he was going to say, and looked at the headmaster resentfully.There are many, many things he wanted to say, but Dumbledore's performance made him feel that he was pushing his limits a bit.He didn't want to give in, it was just an instinctive reaction.

"Harry, I trust Severus, even if you don't want to believe his purpose in joining the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore softened his tone, "I know what you're thinking, he's a master of Occlumency, but I have more information than reading Take a more definite way of remembering."

"The Unbreakable Vow?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore's eyes blinked, and finally his wrinkled lips moved a little in the affirmative.

"Why? What's that about?"

"I cannot tell you, Harry, that I am forbidden to reveal secrets," said Dumbledore quietly. "Do you trust me?"

Harry tried his best to keep calm. He still couldn't fully accept Dumbledore's explanation, but he couldn't give a negative answer face to face. He trusted Dumbledore with all his heart, but he never trusted Snape.He will smash the mask of man's hypocrisy.Harry secretly made up his mind, his voice still trembling: "I believe in you, sir."

"Then you should trust Professor Snape."