the Gambler

The flame in the fireplace flickered, and Harry blinked a few times. He clearly remembered that he had washed up and returned to bed, and he didn't have the habit of going out at night. However, he was sitting in the armchair in the lounge with the A golden Slytherin locket stood on a round mahogany table.As if controlled by magic, Harry reached out to touch the cold metal surface, and a loud throat clear stopped him.Harry instinctively reached for his waist, but there was nothing there.Yes, he was in his pajamas, his wand tucked away neatly under his pillow.

The boy looked carefully at the direction of the sound source, and a tall figure slid out of the darkness. The bathrobe was loosely tied with straps, exposing a large area of ​​pale skin on his chest.Harry opened his mouth. Voldemort couldn't be at Hogwarts, Dumbledore had promised.Then this should be his spiritual world, which can be completely copied. To a certain extent, could it be——

"Are you a voyeur?" Harry covered his mouth as soon as the words came out.

Voldemort's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "He said the same thing, and your relationship is closer than I thought." Before Harry could retort, he examined the boy's body carefully and spit out In one breath, "I'm sorry for treating you like that today, and I hope there are no wounds that cannot be healed."

Harry seemed to have had his tongue eaten by a cat, and for a moment didn't know how to respond.Why did Voldemort apologize to himself?He didn't think men were the type to admit mistakes.Harry didn't know what kind of careful thoughts Voldemort had in it. Like Tom, both of them had distorted multiple personality tendencies, and their brain circuits were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Not paying attention to Harry's struggle, Voldemort walked slowly and sat down opposite the boy, leaning comfortably on the armrest.The boy noticed that two mugs appeared on the table at some point, with a strong cocoa aroma coming from them.

"Want to try it?"

"Who knows what you put in it." Harry looked at the mug cautiously and said indifferently.

"This is a dream world, and no matter what kind of damage is brought to reality," Voldemort explained, he raised his glass and took a sip, frowning, "I don't understand why you like such sweet things .”

"No one asked you to like it."

"He can't even face up to your feelings," Voldemort kept stroking the handle of the mug with his fingers. "Why don't you just leave him?"

"Don't mind your own business." Harry said sullenly, and the warm cocoa slid down his throat into his stomach, and the sweet taste made him feel better immediately.Harry looked around boredly, and found that the bookshelves seemed to have expanded a bit, filled with books, up to the ceiling.He got up and pulled a worn leather-bound hardcover book from the bookshelf. The shelf shook a few times, and there seemed to be a clanging sound.Harry looked up. At the top of the shelf was a small dusty glass globe filled with red gas.Noticing the boy's gaze, Voldemort waved his arm, and a piece of dark green silk covered the glass ball.Harry stood on tiptoe—

"It's not time to tell you yet," said Voldemort, reaching out to pat the lamp, and the furniture shook into a comfortable-looking sofa. "Sit here."

Harry didn't move, just stared at him suspiciously.

"I said this is the dream world, don't be so paranoid, Harry."

"Nobody's stupid enough to let their guard down around you, forgive me for being paranoid," Harry drew back mockingly.Even so, he sat beside Voldemort, giving the man his full attention.Voldemort smiled, red lips, white teeth, tender, it makes him look more like Tom.

"I never lied to you, did I?" Voldemort raised his chin, speaking softly and slowly.This contrast made Harry's scalp tingle, but the courage that Gryffindor was proud of allowed the boy to suppress the urge to run away, but the muscles of his body were tense, ready to meet the opponent at any time.Voldemort slowly moved closer to Harry, their noses touched, and the hand on the boy's shoulder slid to the soft earlobe like a tease, and squeezed gently, Harry closed his eyes instinctively.

A man's hoarse laughter rang in his ears, and the heat disappeared.Harry opened his eyelids again, and Voldemort had retreated to his original position, looking at himself with a smile in his eyes.He stretched out his limbs like a cheetah, exposing his flawless figure to the ambiguous light.Voldemort curled his lips and glanced at Harry very slowly.

"You haven't answered my question, dear boy."

Harry's cheeks felt hot, and his hands involuntarily pinched the hem of his clothes.If the Ministry of Magic matter was put aside, Voldemort did not deceive himself again.

The exact opposite of Tom.A small voice yelled in his head.The realization made Harry go cold.

Voldemort pulled out a thick blanket out of thin air, wrapped Harry up and carefully hugged him between his legs, buried his head in the boy's bare neck, and took several deep breaths.Then he loafed with his head in the socket of his neck like a giant dog.

"What do you want from me?" Harry repeated in a whisper after a long silence, "What do you want from me, Voldemort?" If they wanted to take advantage of Harry's feelings, he could, too. Pretending to accept it.Then, expose the true purpose of the two.His obedience is a useful counterweight, if not weighty enough.Harry tilted his head to reveal more skin, and he could feel Voldemort's hotter breath, and he felt sick to his stomach, but a smile remained on his face.

Try to understand Voldemort, and find a relationship with Tom from him.Either same or difference.

Harry had this intuition that knowing why Tom existed was the key to truly winning.

"You already know that, don't you?" Voldemort bent his head and kissed the scar on Harry's forehead, itching.

"What do you want, Voldemort?"

"you."

"Whoa, that's a little too straightforward."

"I wish you would change your position and not be on my side," said Voldemort softly, as he stretched out his arm, and the locket flew unsteadily into his open palm, "you should have guessed that I reabsorbed Soul film?"

Harry nodded.

"Splitting the soul makes people lose their minds, and getting this body again makes me realize that the path I have taken has deviated too much from the original purpose. I will not repent for the crimes I committed in the past. Casualties in war are inevitable. Yes, and they should bear the consequences if they choose to resist me. Of course, I can’t guarantee how many people’s blood will be stained on these hands in the future. As long as they win, all sacrifices are worth it. History is always written by the winner—” Voldemort said, "People with high positions must be cruel and ruthless, and high-pressure rule can get rid of corruption and incompetence. This world needs bloody changes. In any case, I will destroy Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, and no one can shake my position."

Harry was about to speak when a broad hand was on his lips.Voldemort stroked the boy's cheek gently: "Don't try to refute me, my nature is like this, any disobedient behavior is not acceptable. You are the first person who can make me change my mind to some extent, maybe it has something to do with soul mates I don't know, but the very thought of someone else standing next to you is unbearable. I probably really love you, which sounds kind of ridiculous doesn't it? The person who sparked my feelings in the first place It's Tom, and gradually I realize I can't get you out of my mind. Leave Tom and stay with me, Harry, he'll go back to the past. We belong to the same world, with me, Only you can keep me sane."

Harry woke up early the next morning. He buried his head in the warm blanket and opened his eyes with a long sigh.The curtains in the room were still tightly closed, and it looked particularly dim, with only the sound of his own faint breathing in the silent environment.Yeah, Tom had moved into the Slytherin dorms since the last fight, and he didn't know how the other side did it, maybe some poor guy was forced to sleep on the couch.Harry rubbed his pillow, feeling empty inside, he couldn't deny it.

"It's an illusion," Harry murmured. "There's no need to feel betrayed. He doesn't deserve it."

He slowly raised his upper body, stretched, grabbed the pullover from the bedside table and put it on.More than half an hour before the first class, Harry stepped on the floor with bare feet and called Winky's name into the air. The house elf enthusiastically brought a bunch of breakfast over.Suddenly there was a crackling sound, and Medusa sullenly reminded him that two Gryffindors were waiting outside the door.Harry nodded, and the portrait rotated to reveal a doorway as tall as a person, and Ron with a pale face got in. His gloomy expression lit up the moment he saw Harry.Hermione also greeted with a forced smile.

"Had a bad morning?"

"Yeah, those brainless guys just can't keep their mouths shut." Ron sat down heavily on the seat opposite Harry, took a biscuit from the plate and swallowed it, "I can't even eat a meal."

"That's not why you came to my place so early in the morning."

"You know? You are sometimes too sensitive, but that's a good thing." Hermione helped Harry organize the things he needed, "DA will take turns escorting you to school next. Oh, don't show such a look, Everyone is worried that you will have the same single situation as last time."

"I can protect myself." Harry received a fierce look from Hermione, and hurriedly changed his words, "Uh, I mean, I'm very grateful to everyone at DA."

"You are really powerful, Harry. Although I always knew that your dueling level was unmatched by many seventh graders, I never thought that you could be this strong," Hermione said, pulling at Luo, who was still eating hard. Well, he pulled the reluctant boy out of the room, "Professor Snape will not be stingy with deducting points for us. Oh, yes, this is what Principal Dumbledore asked us to pass on to you."

Harry took the little note asking them to go to the office after Defense Against the Dark Arts.After roughly guessing what the conversation would be, he nodded to Hermione and Ron, and informed them of the headmaster's plan.

The three quickly made their way through the crowd to the headmaster's office, 'enjoying' everyone's gaze along the way, even a few Slytherins making disgusting babbles behind his back.Harry lifted his chin, walked steadily, and put the chattering discussions behind him.Sweet Morgana, it's okay for these people to have no brains, and they can't stop sticking their noses into other people's affairs.

With Rita Skeeter re-entering the public eye, Harry looks forward to the day when the witch will come to find him.She is by no means the type to give up breaking the news easily.Even if Skeeter didn't come, Harry still had a way to force her to show up. He didn't mind taking the witch's blame to the Ministry of Magic. Scrimgeour was probably desperate for something to divert everyone's attention.

As for now, he needs to discuss with Principal Dumbledore how to curb the rise of Voldemort. It would be great if he could tear off Thomas Gaunt's mask.Harry had no intention of watching the man climb to the top of the Ministry of Magic smoothly. Voldemort had made it clear that he would not let Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix go, and the members there were the people Harry loved deeply. .He recalled the conversation last night, Voldemort really made him feel incredible warmth, and the expression of true feelings caught him off guard.But no, Harry will stand his ground and will not be easily fooled by the sweet words of the other party.

He has already put on his battle makeup, just waiting for the horn to sound.