the Gambler

Hogwarts has added a lot of new security measures, but that still hasn't stopped students from getting hurt, and it's all happening over the Hogsmeade weekend.This makes the already difficult permission to go out even more draconian.The Gryffindors were all huddled in front of the warm fireplace, and the heavy snow mixed with ice particles outside the window kept hitting the glass, making uncomfortable sharp sounds.

"I should have guessed that Snape is not a good guy." Harry started the conversation angrily, and the crystal cup in front of him suddenly burst due to the soaring magic power.The whole lounge became silent, and everyone held their breath, fearing that if they did something wrong, Harry would vent his anger on them.

After a long silence, Hermione twisted her body uneasily, and Harry quickly turned his head to look at the witch. The witch hesitated for a few seconds, and summoned up the courage to say, "It's Professor Snape, Harry."

It's like hitting the gun.Even though Harry knew it was wrong to be angry with his friends, he still couldn't swallow the anger.The Goddess of Fate must be laughing. After Tom the Damn Gaunt, Severus the traitor Snape also appeared, plus Voldemort and Peter, it was almost enough for a table!Harry gritted his teeth and barely suppressed the urge to growl, but Hermione flinched from the throbbing veins.

Harry closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths as the flame in the fireplace flickered out and then rekindled.Hermione's eyebrows twitched unconsciously at the boy's stiff smile.Harry simply gave up his forced smile and waved his wand, a huge bubble surrounded the three of them.Ignoring the dejected expressions of the people around him, he adjusted his sitting posture to face his friend, and said lifelessly: "He's just a greasy bat, the most hateful person I've ever seen in my life, even ranked in front of Voldemort," Harry stretched out his hand to block it. Hermione retorted, "If you knew he was the one who killed my parents, you'd understand."

"What?!" Hermione looked at Harry incredulously, "Didn't it be Voldemort and Peter who killed your parents?"

"Snape was the one who told Voldemort the prophecy!" Harry huffed, now that the shattered crystal cup had turned to dust.

Ron blocked the pillow between the wooden table and his body, and looked warily at the other cups that were slowly cracking: "You need to calm down, buddy, this is public property. Well, you have a lot of Galleons, and you can let Dobby has prepared a row for you, I think he would be very happy." He tried to hide his nervousness with a brisk tone, and he let out a long sigh of relief when the poor objects stopped shaking, "Merlin, I think You are more terrifying than a schreck, really, attacking indiscriminately."

"Don't be silly." Hermione slapped Ron on the head hard with the book, and the boy showed an aggrieved expression.The witch cleared her throat and handed Harry the mug full of hot cocoa, "Chocolate can make people feel good, let us know when you feel like it. You know, Ron and I will be good listeners By."

"Yeah, buddy." Ron nodded eagerly, and he said with a grin, "Marvolo hasn't been with you lately? Or did he finally know it's time to give you some privacy?"

Harry sniffed.

"What happened between you?" The spirit of gossip in Hermione's eyes was rekindled. She grabbed Harry's hands firmly, noticing the constant drifting eyes of her friend. She guessed that the presence of Ron made the boy embarrassed to speak.Hermione straightened her body, took out two chocolate frogs from her schoolbag and threw them to Ron. After successfully diverting her boyfriend's attention, she suggested in a low voice, "You can tell me tactfully."

"Tom hopes to develop an underground relationship with me." Harry deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "underground", wishing to focus all his anger on these two words.

"Isn't it pointless to want to keep a low profile now?" Hermione frowned at Harry. "He wasn't like that before."

"Yeah." Harry said through gritted teeth, "He said that Slytherin would not be optimistic about our relationship, and would also have a rebellious mentality because of it. The golden boy of Gryffindor can't be above Slytherin, he is now the most What we need is to expand our influence. It is better to take his suggestion seriously and break up early."

"He has his own considerations." Hermione bit her lower lip hard, her sharp eyes scanning Harry's face back and forth, "but you're not happy."

Harry laughed dryly.

"What would you think if Ron told you that?"

"I would think he dislikes me." Hermione wrinkled her nose. She understood what Harry meant, but Ron was different from Marvolo. The latter was a young Dark Lord, and every move he made was related to the current battle situation. .But Harry is also right, he probably prefers to separate romance from war, or in other words, the boy wants to have an ordinary relationship.Hermione sighed silently, Harry had been deprived of ordinary rights since birth.

"Maybe you should talk to him, I don't think he'd let you stay with someone else, he's a bit scary about possessiveness." Hermione said carefully, Harry was clearly still angry, "I'm surprised he actually I agree to break up with you."

Harry grinned, "No, I dumped him."

As the name suggests, Tom didn't say yes.

Harry had nothing to do all afternoon, and even Hermione was very dissatisfied with his courtesan behavior.Yes, he spends all his time flirting with different girls, and Hermione is not familiar with the witty Harry, which makes her wonder whether Marvolo's influence is good or bad.Harry's every move carried the shadow of that Slytherin.And he doesn't care about invading the witches' personal space, well, those people seem to enjoy it too, and Harry's occasional casual (or intentional?) physical contact can make them giggle coyly.

"When did he get so popular?" said Ron jealously.

"Always, unless you didn't notice how many girls were hiding behind the colonnade and sighing after he fixed his eyes." Parvati sighed in that operatic tone, covering her heart, "He is so charming."

"I remember the last time you said that to Marvolo." Ron's sneer made Hermione raise her eyebrows, "Or are you girls always so fickle?"

"It's just better at finding beautiful things. But what you said makes sense," Parvati pulled her black hair behind her ears, and carefully observed the interaction between Harry and Katie, with a flash of light in her eyes, "He and Katie Marvolo really looks like this. However, I also like Harry like this, maybe we can consider deepening the relationship," she turned her head to look at Hermione, "Is Harry telling the truth? He and Marvolo are not lovers that."

Reluctantly, Hermione raised her hand from the book, and replied angrily: "Even if they have nothing to do with each other, don't you know that you can't do anything to Harry?" She glanced dissatisfied at Harry, who was about to Getting too close to Katie, whispering something in her ear, "Otherwise you would have passed by long ago."

"It doesn't feel good to be seen through by you, but it's the truth." Parvati wrinkled his nose, "Marvolo doesn't look like he would be happy that Harry has a new partner. Although there is no special indication at present, as A woman's sixth sense, I just have the idea that he can do things. If your evaluation at that time was objective, he hid it really well, and I couldn't catch any clues."

"He's a real Slytherin."

"Speaking of which," Parvati slid to sit next to Hermione, she reached out and moved the book on the brown-haired witch's lap to the table, and said excitedly, "Is the news in the Daily Prophet true? Ma Volo is indeed a descendant of Slytherin? Is he a Parseltongue, like Harry?"

"I thought you'd already accepted it," Ron interjected.

Parvati waved her hand: "Of course not. The "Daily Prophet" slandered Harry for so long last year, and now I have learned to doubt the authenticity of the report. My parents don't like this newspaper very much." She Turning to stare at Hermione, "So that's true? He's the only descendant of Salazar Slytherin?"

Hermione nodded.

Parvati let out a scream, which quickly attracted the attention of the entire lounge.The witch smiled awkwardly: "This is really rare. Only Slytherin remains among the descendants of the Big Four. Who would have thought that Marvolo would have such a background. He no longer needs to be more perfect." Parvati seemed satisfied with what she said, she looked at Harry and then at Ron and Hermione, then quickly turned her attention back, continuing to enjoy the other people's gazes, "I guess the whole school girls are going crazy now, and The descendants of Slytherin get married, this is simply the craziest and most beautiful dream. Ah, I really envy the group of Slytherin girls, who are close to the water and get the moon first—"

"Chunxin has sprouted?" Seamo shouted loudly. He followed Parvati's example and flicked the short hair that fell on the sideburns behind his ears artificially.He was particularly proud of the continuous applause in the lounge. The Irish boy stood up and twisted his waist, imitating the girl's shrill voice and saying, "Oh ~ Marvolo, would you like to accompany me out this Hogsmeade weekend? We can go to Paddy Madam Fu teahouse, you know, the atmosphere there is especially suitable for heart-to-heart talks, maybe we can get to know each other better."

"It's too unsightly!" Dean laughed, he kept patting Seamus on the back, and suddenly said seriously, "Marvolo is not taboo between men and women, who knows if Malfoy will also follow him One of the guys with the back spinning?"

"You're the scariest," Seamus made a disgusted voice, "Marvolo and Malfoy, my God, I'm definitely going to have nightmares tonight. Just imagining that ferret naked is enough to make you sick." Uneasy."

These exaggerated laughter only made Harry more uncomfortable, he felt a little sick, and finally closed his eyes altogether.Katie was still beaming beside him, talking about the latest Quidditch trick.Harry coughed softly and interrupted the witch's rambling conversation. After telling the other party that he was unwell, he walked towards the doorway.Hermione and Ron followed Harry and went down several more flights of stairs to the room near the cellar, where the portrait of Medusa winked at them and smiled very charmingly.The armor next to it suddenly moved, and the three of them fell silent, while chattering voices came from the far end of the corridor.Now the sky has darkened, only the torches in the corridor are still burning, and a few translucent ghosts come out from the wall from time to time.

"If you don't want to stay here, there are still beds in the tower," said Hermione cautiously.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Shut up," Hermione said, pushing Ron, stomping her head down to hide her embarrassment.The nearest torch went out suddenly, and Hermione poked the base with her wand, reignited the fire, and said angrily, "Harry can go back whenever he wants!"

Seeing Hermione smoking with anger, Ron obediently kept his mouth shut even though he didn't know what happened.Those voices were getting louder.The clattering leather shoes tapped the floor, and Harry snorted angrily, anticipating what he was about to see.He turned around and said disapprovingly: "Yeah, I don't think it's me who should leave, but you should be the one to leave, isn't it, Tom?"

Tom's eyes were blinded by the flames and he couldn't see clearly.