the Gambler

There was no class all afternoon, Harry locked himself in his room and took a nap, sleep always soothed his restless mood.Yes, he has been in a bad mood recently, because no matter when and where, as long as he is awake, he can feel the scorching gaze behind him.In just one week, he has used the Marauder's Map more frequently than in the previous four years. There is probably no place in Hogwarts where he has not printed his footsteps. The day before yesterday he disturbed a couple kissing in the broom closet. Fortunately, he wore an invisibility cloak.However, there are also rumors of being haunted.

The warm sunlight made Harry feel lazy, and half an hour later, he fell asleep.In the next second, his bare//naked feet stepped on the uneven stone patterns on the ground, and the cold air in the room made him shiver uncontrollably.Harry opened his heavy eyelids, and there was already another scene in front of him. The sun sank behind the Forbidden Forest at some point, and there was only the dim light brought by the fire in the fireplace.He tightened his clothes to keep out the cold, and the silky fabric barely covered his thighs.Shame aside, Harry checked his underclothes. It wasn't anything familiar to him, but he had seen it before, a silk shirt that someone wore under his robes at a Ministry dinner.

Merlin, he is the only one who has such bad taste.

"You look delicious."

Harry turned quickly, his wand pointed straight at the source of the sound, and a handsome man slowly stepped out of the shadows, his blood-red eyes gleaming with predators, and Harry took an uneasy step back.

"Voldemort, how the hell did you pull me in? This time I used Occlumency." Harry approached the door restlessly. Voldemort had a weird smile on his face that made him nervous. He felt himself Naked//naked under the man's explicit gaze, there is a feeling of being harassed by the man's eyes.Thinking of the last few times we met, being alone was never a pleasant decision.

Voldemort clicked his tongue, took two glasses and a bottle of red wine from a nearby cupboard and placed them on the table.Just as he uncorked the bottle, the rich aroma of wine floated into Harry's nose. Even a layman knew that this was the best Lafite, not to mention that Voldemort always wanted the best.

"Don't be restrained, you are familiar with this place, aren't you? Oh - a little worried? I won't make love to you in my head, don't worry." Voldemort sat down on the couch, and he skillfully poured the red wine into the glass, Signaled for Harry to come too.

"This is the spiritual world. As I said last time, I can't do anything to you. Why don't you have a good chat?"

"With all due respect, we have nothing to talk about." Harry eyed Voldemort suspiciously. "How did you do that?"

"I want to see you badly."

Harry snorted: "Every time I see you, it must be a bad thing."

"This really breaks my heart," Voldemort clutched his chest pretending to be injured, Harry awkwardly avoided his eyes, he and Tom looked so much alike, it was hard for Harry to calm down, why the hell didn't he Become the original snake-faced man!Realizing Harry's stubbornness, Voldemort couldn't help laughing, especially in the cramped room.

Harry still didn't move.

"I said I'd tell you about the memory ball."

Harry's curiosity was aroused this time, and he tried to tug on the hem of his clothes to prevent the soft fabric from floating as he walked.Hearing Voldemort's chuckle, he gave him a fierce look, and walked quickly to the front of the shelf, observing the small glass ball on the top. In fact, he had been paying attention to this for some time.The glass ball looked very old, with a yellowish surface, and a bright red gas filled inside.

The same memory ball as Neville.

Harry was amazed that Voldemort had a Remembrane, it was unbelievable that anyone would dare to cast the Oblivion Curse on the notorious Dark Lord.He cast doubtful eyes on Voldemort. The man's expression was calm, and Harry couldn't help but become more curious.It seems that Voldemort knew that someone had erased a piece of his memory, but he had no intention of getting it back.

Voldemort would never allow himself an unsolvable mystery.

Harry raised his eyebrows, and took off the glass ball with Voldemort's silent permission. After touching the skin, he noticed that it was covered with dense scratches, as if it had been destroyed many times without success.He turned the memory ball, and saw a small note at the bottom, in familiar cursive script.

[Don't try to unravel it, wait patiently for 53 years - Tom Marvolo Riddle]

"The remembrance ball you kept for yourself? When is 53 years from now?" Harry frowned.

Even more strange.

"At the end of August this year," Voldemort said quietly, his cold fingers brushing Harry's skin to take the memory ball, "it's really weird, I remember having it, just split my first Horcrux at the age of 16 Not long after. I hate the unknown, and you can imagine how frustrated I was, trying to solve mysteries and getting nowhere—"

"And you just tossed it aside?"

"No, it's simply missing."

"What does this mean?" Harry frowned, "It appeared in your spiritual world after it disappeared in the real world?"

"Not right away. It's just a memory here, a memory I've stored. Don't you ever wonder why I didn't take Tom away in the first place? There's a reason for his responsiveness, but I can still get him out of Hogg When Watts was captured, Dumbledore couldn't monitor him all the time, and the review during that period has already made him burnt out." Voldemort shrugged, his tone was very calm, "When I went back to Riddle Manor, I found that the memory ball reappeared I did. You know, I never believed in coincidences, it had to be in someone's plan. So I decided to be patient and wait for things to turn around."

"If you've decided to follow instructions, you shouldn't have anything to do with me and Tom until the end of August," said Harry. "Has something changed your mind?"

"Ah—big thing. Tom is in love with you." Voldemort grabbed Harry's waist, the memory ball slid to the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled under the sofa, "And I was influenced by him, and I began to have strong feelings for you. On a different level. Immediately afterwards, I found it more attractive to have you than to kill you."

"You shocked me." Tom's voice cut in coldly, and Harry broke free from Voldemort's arms as if he had been shocked by electricity, and the latter had already discovered the existence of another self, and did not show much surprise.Voldemort took two steps back and sat on the sofa comfortably. His right wrist shook slightly, and the red liquid in the goblet also shook. He raised half of his eyebrows to signal Tom to continue.

"Drawing Harry into your psychic world? I didn't know your seduction methods could be this shameless."

"You're only so angry because you didn't succeed in seducing. To be honest, you let me down. I don't remember that my younger self couldn't even trick a little boy into bed." Voldemort took a sip of red wine, tender red Licking the liquid from his lips with his tongue, he sneered at Tom's exasperated expression, "He tasted really delicious."

"Shut up," Tom and Harry yelled at the same time.

Voldemort sighed: "You were struck by lightning for disturbing someone's date, you know? I didn't know that my young self was so annoying. To be honest, at least knock on the door next time and ask me if I'm busy, okay?" "

"Oh, I didn't know that my older self was so annoying, and he was still stalking my boy. Disturbing your good business? Don't make me laugh, it's obviously you who tried to steal//love."

"Are you sure?" Voldemort said cheerfully, sweeping across Harry's body ambiguously, "Dear Harry said that he doesn't belong to you, so how can you say that he doesn't belong to you?"

Tom gave Harry a savage look.

"No need to be rude, Tom. You've made him nervous these days, and he's in desperate need of sleep. Good night, my Sleeping Beauty." Voldemort smirked and waved his arms, pushing Harry out with force.At the same moment, far away in Hogwarts Castle, the black-haired boy on the four-poster bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Draco didn't know what words to use to describe his current mood.He had always known that Gaunt was crazy about controlling and possessing Harry, and he should have guessed that the relationship between the two was not as simple as Harry said.Gaunt obviously likes Harry, Harry - well, that's Harry damn Potter!Of course, he is still in the stage of self-denial.These days, as the one who was forced to give up his bed, Draco had the most chance to spend time with this capricious Slytherin, and it was by no means as pleasant as those girls fantasized.For Salazar's sake, he had to live in fear every day, and it was based on keeping a safe distance.No wonder Harry was avoiding him like the plague now.

And the hard couch he's forced to live with these days!Fantastic!Gaunt must be deliberately finding fault!The point is that Draco can only swallow his anger, unable to resist.Whatever the conflict between Harry and Gaunt, Draco can only hope that it will be resolved quickly, and if this continues, he can change his name to Draco Always Lying Gun Malfoy!

Draco glanced carefully at Gaunt. He had fallen into a strange sleep since just now. You know, the other party never showed his defenseless state in the lounge. Well, maybe he was on guard, but no one He dared to take his own life as an experiment.The Malfoy family still relies on Draco to carry on the family line, thank you.

The blond wizard let out a long breath, and as soon as he looked away from Gaunt's face, the latter suddenly opened his eyes, frowning, and then turned to this side——

Draco's heart tightened.

"I want Harry." Gaunt's sudden statement made the whole lounge fall into a deathly silence, and Bryce was so shocked that he didn't even notice that the liquid in the tea cup dripped down his pants.Daphne and Astoria showed such expressions as expected.Gaunt raised his neck, fully exposing his handsome face, together with his seductive magic, which made the air sticky.Draco looked away anxiously, just in time to meet Bryce's obsessed expression.He couldn't imagine that he had looked at Gaunt in this dazed way.Draco was suddenly a little thankful that he had maintained a good relationship with Harry, and that the other party would inadvertently exude similar magic power, which made him more resistant.But compared to Gaunt, Harry himself is much more comfortable, and people can't help but get close and believe it.This may also be the reason why he decided to trade in the first place.

"I want Harry." Gaunt repeated, and for some reason, Draco felt that the words were directed at him.He took out the contact gold coin in his pocket, and silently apologized in his heart, but his hands still didn't stop moving.Soon, a line of words appeared on the gold coin, Draco looked up at Gunter, and the corners of the latter's mouth slowly pulled into a charming arc.

Immediately afterwards, messy footsteps came from the direction of the door, and an even messier Harry Potter appeared in front of him.Gaunt seemed to have been cast by a boy with a flying spell, and he hugged the black-haired Gryffindor into his arms with a jaw-dropping speed, obsessively sniffing the other's breath.It was cute, and Draco had to admit that the contrast Daphne used to say was real.He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his head again, he took a step back in fright.Being held in Gaunt's arms, Harry was looking at himself with the kind of eyes that wished he could cut him to pieces.Draco quickly held up the potions textbook to block the vicious gaze and sighed.

It's so obvious.Yes, Gaunt was the type who especially hated physical contact, but Draco had seen Gaunt making various intimate gestures towards Harry more than once.

Seriously, why don't they just get married soon.