the Gambler

The boy was lying on the sofa in frustration, with a piece of parchment scattered in front of him. He turned his head and moved his stiff neck, and buried his head in the fabric again.Hermione tapped Harry on the back of the head with the book, and said worriedly, "Your grades have dropped a lot."

Ron snorted and defended Harry: "No one can maintain the top grades of the whole year under such circumstances, Hermione, Harry has more things to worry about, such as Voldemort and Marvolo." He waved Waving those palms that were bigger than ordinary people, "Besides, the professors understand that they don't care so much about Harry's homework."

Harry made a muffled echo.

"Has Professor Dumbledore been looking for you recently?" Hermione turned over a page full of notes, asking seemingly unintentionally.

"Not after the Dursley incident."

Hermione and Ron shut their mouths instantly, so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do. Harry waved his hand to signal them not to mind.Even so, the attitude of the two became cautious.Harry turned over, and he waved his wand into the void, and all kinds of beautiful flowers emerged from the tip of the wand, only partially recognizable, yellow daisies, purple lavender and pink peach blossoms.Hermione stared at him dumbfounded, and sighed softly, "I didn't know you could do this kind of magic, it's so beautiful."

Harry had wisely decided not to tell the witch that Tom had taught him, one sleepless night.

Suddenly, a girl from the lower grades called Harry's name in a high-pitched voice.

Harry turned his head, noticing that the other person was very nervous, even a little panicked.The girl glanced back and forth behind him, and was relieved to make sure that everyone had seen this side.Harry suppressed the growl that almost slipped out of his mouth, he is not the type to get angry with girls, no matter how terrible he is in the eyes of the other party, he turned his toes and snorted coldly in his heart, if he really wanted to curse someone , Even if the surrounding is crowded with people, there is no way to stop it.To be honest, if the man in front of him was really that scared, why would he have the guts to come and talk to him, it didn't look like Harry would greet him with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Harry said angrily.

The witch jumped up with an electric shock, as if she had just discovered that she was facing a Hungarian Horntail.Harry quickly grabbed the other's arm, preventing her from running away.The girl showed a terrified expression and opened her mouth, but still no sound came out.Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed that the people around him were hesitant, probably struggling to meddle in their own business.Several daring wizards have already drawn their wands//.Ignoring those chattering comments, Harry leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to say?"

The girl shook her body a few times stiffly, and her hands were awkwardly mixed together.Her eyes rolled around, but they refused to rest on Harry.

"The long-winded trouble is dead, say, or leave quickly." Ron frowned.

The girl's tears suddenly flowed all over her face as if a floodgate had been opened.Both big boys opened their mouths in horror.Hermione pulled the girl to her side and sat down, not forgetting to step on Ron's foot, who immediately fell silent knowingly.Harry's hands rubbed his kneecaps uncomfortably, and he took the position furthest away from the sobbing girl, and Ron consciously huddled with him.

It took Hermione a lot of work to convince the weeping girl to tell them all she knew, and Ron's changing expression every minute during that time couldn't ease Harry's heavy heart.He patiently waited for the girl to calm down before speaking: "You mean that Marvolo poisoned you just to force you to drag me out? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

The girl blew her nose vigorously, and Hermione glared at Harry through her matted hair.Ron seemed to be entangled in which side to help, and finally decided to stay out of it obediently.Harry curled his lips, and continued: "Then why did you see me with that expression? Don't you want me to go out with you?"

Hermione faced Harry with a natural expression, and said calmly, "If you have come out of your own small world, you should have noticed the reason." Seeing Harry's confused expression, she let out a sigh of relief and explained helplessly, "You look terrible, and you are indifferent to people. It's like a Chinese fireball. No one dares to approach you."

"Really?" Harry turned to look at Ron, who nodded sincerely, "Even so, I didn't do anything terribly evil. Leave out the useless nonsense," he looked back at the red-cheeked The witch, asked, "Where does Marvolo want you to take me?"

These words seemed to make her finally realize that she was distracted. The girl jumped up from the sofa, dragged Harry and walked outside quickly. The wizard turned his head with difficulty and waved to his friend who was stunned. He was dragged out of the doorway, and when he looked up again, Tom was surrounded by chattering witches, who gave him a disturbing smile.

"It seems that the pleasant conversation is coming to an end, beautiful ladies." Tom refused in a very gentlemanly way, and the witches reluctantly dispersed after receiving the message, to make room for Harry and the others.The Gryffindor girl gasped loudly, tears mixed with snot, and she stammered, "I brought Potter here, you have to keep my promise to detoxify me." She blew loudly again Nose.

"Except for the stupid Gryffindor, who would be stupid enough to believe that Dumbledore would allow students to be poisoned? Really, you once again refreshed my understanding of the lower limit of IQ," Tom quickly returned to cynicism Himself, the girl's eyes widened in surprise, and just as she was about to speak, he wiped her memory with a wave of his wand.

Harry raised half of his eyebrows and watched Tom support the girl who had regained consciousness, his tone was very gentle: "You seem to have fainted in the corridor, maybe a good rest is a good choice."

"Ah, sorry!" the girl screamed, breaking away from Tom's support, her ears stained bright red, "I might be a little tired, thank you."

Ha, this cloud that always lingers in his mind.

Harry looked at Tom extremely unhappily, and the other party cast a silencing spell with a cold expression, and even the air dropped several degrees.He rubbed the hairs that stood up at the base of his neck. They had reached a tacit understanding these days, and they spoke politely when necessary. If those sentences did not exceed five words, they were called dialogues.

"I need to talk to you," Tom said bluntly.

"I don't know what else to talk to you about." Harry retorted, pulling the thread on his robe disapprovingly. He didn't want this precarious relationship to become complicated, and he could be more peaceful if he could. Obviously, the other party didn't think so of.Maybe he shouldn't trust Tom from the very beginning, no matter how brave he is, subconsciously, he still has a distorted dependence on the Slytherin in front of him.As a result, he was bitten back.

"You were terrible in class today." Tom cut straight to the point, completely ignoring Harry's cold attitude.

"Is that all you're going to say?" Harry clicked his tongue. "Damn it, after killing the last of my family, you still have the nerve to stand here and judge my behavior?"

"I--"

"I should have thought that I shouldn't be with you, your crazy hysterical character, perverted to extremely broken possessiveness-I probably have a sick mind to agree to be with you, let alone you want to be with you more than once Kill me!" Harry yelled, feeling a fire burning in his heart.

"I didn't kill you!" said Tom passionately.

"Because of my resistance! Otherwise, Dursley's fate is a reflection of me, isn't it? You dare say that you didn't have the idea of ​​killing me when you did it? What if I don't escape next time?" Harry's tone was aggressive , the sudden guilt in Tom's eyes made him very happy, "Look at the way you dealt with Dursley, there is no mercy at all."

Without giving Tom a chance to defend himself, Harry said coldly: "You said that the main reason why I attract you is that I make you happy. If I lose the ability to challenge you, I will be with the group of people who are following you. Goodbye. Merlin! Your temper is more fickle than anyone I've ever seen. When I'm in a bad mood, I can be young forever. I'm so grateful." Harry didn't know that he could be like this when facing Tom. Taunting, he let out a dry laugh, "What? Will you accuse me of my inappropriate behavior in front of my dead body then? You can't believe it! Ha!"

"I will control my emotions."

"It's as real as it sounds," Harry said nonchalantly, tilting his head, and he was actually pissed off.

"I promise I'll keep my emotions in check. You make me manic, Harry. Don't act like nothing happened and we are nothing. It's been years without you, and I still love you, as long as you say Yes, I will be the one to hold your hand forever."

However, Tom's sincerity was just another performance in Harry's eyes. Gryffindor exaggeratedly wiped away tears that didn't exist, and drew a long tone: "I'm almost moved by you, really."

Tom frowned.

"Don't leave me, you know I'm still learning how to love properly, I can't give you everything at once. You are not allowed to say goodbye when I am in love with you. I am not a saint, I will smile and bless you with others Together. You know me, if I go back in time, I will still be Voldemort. Only you can make me restrain myself, Harry. If you insist on separating, I will definitely and definitely destroy you and your companions " Tom stepped forward quickly, his hard nails dug hard into Harry's skin, the bright red blood slowly dripped down his pale fingers, his eyes flickered with madness, "you have to try to meet a A colder and crueler Dark Lord. I will do what I say."

Harry's mouth fell open.How shameless!

"So, what's your choice?"

"I'm so sorry, I didn't even notice that you gave me a choice."

"Of course I gave you a choice, my dear." Tom made a guttural voice, "But you are still too naive. Since you decided to date me, you should know what kind of whirlpool you were drawn into. I never do not let it go."

Is that his habit when he threatens people?Harry's thoughts went astray for a moment, as did Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic banquet.He shook his head to clear unnecessary thoughts and remained silent.Perhaps he was really naive, indulging in the excitement brought by Tom, like a moth attracted by a bonfire, the closer he was to death, the happier he felt.

"But you can't turn back, it's too late." Tom was full of confidence, "Choose between me and Voldemort."

"Actually, your open and secret fights are stupid." Harry's tone suddenly became extremely brisk, "I won't choose anyone, because I've been on Dumbledore's side from the very beginning."