the Gambler

The Daily Prophet.

Rita Skeeter spent an entire page describing the Death Eater ambush in Hogsmeade, so detailed that Harry couldn't help but marvel at the boldness of a woman.But what really attracted him was another reason, the seemingly unintentional hint in this report about Harry's unusual relationship with Voldemort.There is also a small photo above to prove my point. Under the dark night, two wizards, one tall and one lower, are very close. Anyone who looks at them from the silhouette will think that they are doing something intimate.Harry's index finger slowly slid across the densely packed text, and stopped on the final epilogue——

soul mate?If the Dark Lord and the Savior have always maintained a secret relationship, how should we expect Harry Potter to lead the wizarding world to defeat darkness and usher in light?

Harry let out a dry laugh, which made the hate stares even more blatant, as if they were eager to kill him.

"So that's why you didn't take the initiative to stand up against the mysterious man! You are lovers!" An unfamiliar Hufflepuff boy shouted loudly, the newspaper in his right hand was wrinkled.Harry sat on the bench and watched the drama in front of him coldly, his silence made them climax even more.The boy's face twisted into an ugly look: "You should be sent to Azkaban! No, you should be directly kissed by a dementor!"

Harry glanced at the staff table. Professor McGonagall was getting up and coming in this direction.He stopped Ron and the others who were about to cast a curse on the Hufflepuff boys, and tilted his head to signal them to withdraw from the battle.Hermione's lips kept trembling, but they were still pursed into a thin line under Harry's gesture, and moved half a minute to the side.

"Potter, did you get the chance to live from the Dark Lord by sleeping with him?" Another yellow-haired wizard said sarcastically, "He must be satisfied, otherwise you wouldn't be well again and again. Come back unscathed."

"Don't tell me you're going to believe this nonsense," said Harry quietly, the newspaper being engulfed in flames as Phoenix Feather's wand waved.He was sure it was Voldemort's plan again, that Rita Skeeter had been gone for some time, would not reappear out of nowhere, and that nine lives would not be enough for her to be so close to the Dark Lord.

"The above reports are all false?" The long-haired girl with the badge of the Snake Academy asked uncertainly.

Harry raised half his eyebrows, and replied sarcastically, "What else? He hunted me down in the past as a way of showing interest? This idea is really novel." He was sure that the malice in his words would make Snape Also add thirty points to Gryffindor, "Or your empty brains can only accept these rumors blindly? Oh, yes, it is a bit too harsh to suggest that you use the wisdom you already lack to judge the truth."

"Mr. Potter, there is no need to use harsh words to your classmates." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face and a serious tone, "Even though I think these can be expressed more tactfully." She looked around, " Those who joined the dispute just now will come to my place for confinement at night, and this untimely behavior should be punished."

Professor McGonagall deliberately separated Harry from the others, which was why he was alone in the bathroom, scrubbing the stains that had been left on the tiles for years and months.

No magic, Harry reminded himself through gritted teeth, he squeezed the wet rag in his hand and wiped off a dark yellow dirt on the corner.In order to prevent his clothes from getting wet, he worked shirtless, and his robe was hung on the doorknob not far away.Harry grabbed the shovel and plucked at the hard-to-remove place viciously, and the occasional sigh told him that Myrtle was sitting on the toilet next to him and looking at him.

Half//Naked myself.

This gave him goosebumps all over his body.

"Perhaps you should leave, this is the men's room." Harry said angrily.

"You promised to come and see me, but you didn't," Myrtle complained. "Men are dishonest things."

"Remember when Ron and I were caught by Percy in the second grade? How do you want me to explain being in the girls' bathroom?" Harry finally finished his work and threw the rag into the wooden bucket full of water.Before Myrtle could answer, he drew out his wand to clean himself up, put on his robes and walked out the door indiscriminately.Harry was pushed hard, and accidentally bumped into the nearby armor, and the metal hit the floor with a loud clatter.The red slowly covered his vision, he reached out and touched his eyelids, the palm was covered with sticky liquid.

"Don't do this!" Myrtle screamed. "Private fighting is not allowed!"

"We should kill him! Who knows if Potter planted//into Hogwarts' eyeliner!" McLaggen yelled, jabbing his wand hard into Harry's chest, who instinctively pulled it out self defense.This move seemed to pour a layer of grease on the already boiling water, and many people also raised their wands and pointed at Harry.

A spell shot out from the corner, and Harry turned his body only slightly, and the lamp holder behind him was smashed to pieces.He was a little thankful that he hadn't taught the whole school Defense Against the Dark Arts, most of them had very poor aim, which was why Harry had only suffered minor injuries against a group of students.

"I didn't join Voldemort's side!" Harry shouted, ducking his head again out of the red light.

"Of course you won't admit it!" A strange wizard replied.

Harry waved his wand to unfold the transparent barrier, but within seconds it shattered under the swarm.He snorted, knocked down the wizard closest to him, and cast a petrification spell on the person next to him.

"I don't want to go on," said Harry impatiently. "Stop the pointless attacks."

"We don't allow spies in Hogwarts!" Another curse was easily dodged.

"I said I wasn't!" Harry was running out of patience, and seriously, could this guess be any more absurd?He thought irritably that maybe he should accept Voldemort's proposal, these people were like vacillating weeds, who might stab him twice in the back at any moment.

"Only a fool will admit his identity!" After the words fell, the glass next to Harry was shattered by the spell, and the flying fragments scratched his cheek, leaving several bloodstains.

"I've had enough." Harry stopped suddenly.With the boys at the center, the heavy magic power spread out wave after wave, and the oppressive atmosphere made several lower grade students involuntarily back away a little.Harry waved his wand, and the entire surface was slowly eroded by shadows, and the temperature dropped accordingly, as if this room was a corner abandoned by the sun.

"You, what did you do?" The hoarse voice emerged from McLaggen's throat intermittently.

"A little trick," said Harry dryly.He swung his wand again, and the shadows grew heavier, until the last flames were swallowed.There was a panicked gasp in the corridor, and the timid one was already crying.Harry closed his eyes. He didn't like the effect of the spell very much. The absolutely dark and airtight environment always reminded him of living in a cupboard.But this spell is the most effective, it does not bring physical damage, but spiritually, the fear of the unknown will gradually erode the enemy's sanity.Harry waited patiently for a while, until the sobs in the darkness gradually became unbearable, and then he continued: "If I was really from the dark side, you would have turned into corpses by now. This time it is a small Lesson learned, I don't want the same situation to happen again. Compared with dealing with you, I have more important things waiting to be done."

Flames were burning and galloping through his veins as Harry sprinted through the winding corridors, arms jerking out of the darkness and pulling him in the opposite direction.

Harry let out a slight exclamation, and turned to meet Tom's cloudy eyes.It never occurred to him that Tom would be the type to use physical threats.Compared with Harry, who has been practicing Quidditch all year round, the other party is still a bit worse in sensitivity and conditioned reflexes. He admits that his strength may be half weaker than Tom's.Tom is also very aware of this, and tries his best to avoid situations that are not conducive to him.So you can understand why Harry was briefly off guard.Not to mention the thumping of the back of his head against the hard surface as he was roughly shoved against the stone wall, and his vision a bit dizzy.

Blinking his eyes to clear the black dots from his retina, Harry glared at Tom viciously.It was rare for the black-haired Slytherin to show such obvious emotions, and the anger made the cruel red light flicker wildly in the blue pupils.Harry turned his head and glanced around. There was no one around. This was not a place he was familiar with. He frowned, which was understandable, after all, Hogwarts Castle had many secrets.

"Long story short, we have five minutes before curfew. Get away from me, Harry? Just so I can understand you—" Tom's fingernails were pressed into the hollow of Harry's neck, and the smell of burnt skin crept into the tip of his nose. , the latter gritted his teeth to hold back the painful hiss.Tom's eyes flicked across Harry's pursed lips. There was still no smile on his face, and the black burn marks slowly expanded to the size of his palm.He added more forcefully, "But seeking warmth from Voldemort? I didn't know you were this low. Tell me, what's his skill? Does it keep you from moaning?"

"You make me sick, Gaunt." Harry hooked Tom's collar with his trembling fingers and twisted it a few times, and suddenly pulled the tall boy down to eye level. He didn't accept being looked down on, if If Tom wanted to challenge him, he had to be prepared to pay the price.Harry gritted his teeth and raised the corners of his mouth, deliberately adding a hint of seduction in his soft tone: "Do you know what I think?"

Tom narrowed his eyes with interest.

"You're just a poor coward." Harry almost whispered something that made Tom's eyelids twitch.

Tom tilted his head to one side and focused on Harry's facial expression.

Harry accepted the scrutiny with ease, and it didn't look like his posture would reveal some hidden weakness anyway.He pushed Tom away casually, leaned his back against the stone wall, checked his nails boredly, and ignored him.He didn't know how long he could last, and his throat hurt so bad every time he took a breath.How would Madam Pomfrey feel, the excuse of an accidental burn was absurd.

"What gave you this wrong perception? I can be anyone, but I can't be a coward. Poor is more suitable to describe you. They betrayed you again and again, and you are still stupid to stand in front?" Tom Changed the subject.There was a rationale for all the anger, not only did he hate the reports about Voldemort, but he also hated Harry's indifference to exclusion.Tom didn't like Harry's condescending attitude, because the latter had never shown such a low profile in front of himself, let alone in front of others.Poor thing.Yes, Harry shouldn't give up his pride, he has power, the power that can easily crush those bastards.

"Of course." Harry said indifferently, "You wouldn't be so naive as to think that I chose to stand in front of you."

"You're a disgusting saint." Tom's wand slid down to his chin, forcing Harry's head up to meet his gaze at the hard tip. "Look at me, Harry. That's not the point, I just want to remind-" I will never allow you to destroy my plan. You will completely entrust your loyalty to me, and from the moment you announce the formation of the third force, you should not betray my trust."

"Betrayal?" Harry sneered, "You don't mean my relationship with Voldemort?"

Tom raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know that had anything to do with betrayal," said Harry, slipping his wand out of his sleeve, and resting it on Tom's chin as well. "Besides—trust? Don't make me laugh, you never trusted anyone. You only loved Just myself. So do me a favor, coward, and take that disgusting show down, and I won't be sitting in the back row applauding you."

"What did Voldemort say?" Affirmative tone.

"Oh yes, he said a little bit, it's funny you two calculating each other," said Harry sarcastically, "maybe my griffon coat of arms puts you off? Gaunt, I'm more than just a Granger." Fendo, and you, are not even qualified to be trusted by me."