the Gambler

How would you feel if you were overwhelmed by piles of roses as soon as you walked into the auditorium?

What if a handsome and elegant man woos you with envious or jealous eyes?

"I may not wake up, Hermione pinch me." Ron muttered, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and finally let out a scream like a pig because of the severe pain in his arm, making Harry also Wake up instantly.move?Don't be kidding, it's more embarrassing than being forced to dance a hula dance in front of the whole school, he's not a damn girl who'd be moved to tears!For Merlin's sake, he wanted to drill through Tom's skull to see if it was full of harassing gadflies!Yes, Tom is the only one who can blatantly do such an indecent thing.

Hermione squatted in front of the coquettishly colored flowers with great interest, sizing them up with that concentrated expression of research, sometimes reaching out to feel the touch of the petals, and finally the witch showed a surprised smile on her face, and shouted excitedly: "Ah! Purple gold roses! This species is very rare, and it can be used as a potion material to make—"

"Oh, come on, Hermione." Ron sighed exaggeratedly, dragging back the frenzied Hermione, who was still looking at the rose reluctantly.After Ron cleared her throat loudly, she packed up her excitement and smiled sweetly at Harry: "It's still dewy, it looks like it cost a lot of money, it's very romantic, really."

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry laughed dryly. "My mind is all about drying them to make materials."

People around laughed, and Hermione's ears turned red, and she gave Harry a playful look.The girl looked over Harry to the Slytherin table. Tom had changed into a smart suit, his hair was carefully combed, and the same bouquet of roses was placed beside him.He stopped talking, and followed Harry to the Gryffindor table, who was ignoring the flowers clustered around him, and casually cut open a pumpkin pie and stuffed it into his mouth.Tom got up and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, took the bouquet in his arms, and walked deliberately across the hall to Harry.

For a while, the entire hall was silent.

Tom gracefully knelt down on one knee in front of Harry, and the sun jumped on the corner of his slightly raised mouth: "Marry me, Harry."

Harry's fork fell into the silver platter with a thud, his head like a muddled mess.Averting Tom's enthusiastic gaze, he glanced at the long desk of the faculty, and the professors who received Harry's gaze smiled unnaturally.Harry blinked his eyes a few times, looked at Tom thoughtfully, and said unhurriedly, "Today is not April Fool's Day."

"I know." Tom smiled brightly, blinding Harry so blindingly, "Give me your soul, Harry. In exchange, I'll be yours too, forever."

"What kind of conspiracy is that?" Harry looked at the other party suspiciously.

"The magic will keep me from hurting my mate," said Tom pleasantly, "and she'll keep us from betraying each other."

"That sounds great, of course I'll take it—" Harry snorted sarcastically. "Don't be silly, you don't think I'll be easily persuaded do you? Tell me what you're up to."

Tom stuffed the rose into Harry's arms, pushed away the dazed Hermione, and sat down in the empty seat.He grabbed Harry's hand wearing the ring and said triumphantly: "In fact, the moment you accept the ring, we are already married, and the soul and magic are bound to each other. If you are interested in visiting Gringotts, my dear Mrs Gaunt."

"Huh?" Harry's eyes widened in horror, "You tricked me into marrying you? Are you crazy!"

"Anyway, no one can get you but me, but the form is still needed." Tom smiled like a sneaky cat, he lowered his voice, and never took his eyes off Harry's face, "You want to send me back to the past, don't you?" ? If a marriage is made, the magic will lead us to meet again, no, I don't take no for an answer, dear."

Harry laughed dryly. "Why did you decide I wanted to tie myself to you? You're not a pleasant companion."

"Oh, don't be so mean," said Tom with a sly smile. "You know, if you say no to me, I'll do everything I can to keep you from getting a partner. I want you, Harry Potter, and I don't mind putting You are chained to the bed." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Harry's neck, and roughly kissed the dazed boy.Half a minute later, Tom let go of Harry, and his fingers gently brushed the other's red and swollen lips, with a smile in his eyes, "As for whether it's pleasant or not, I believe your body's reaction is already very clear."

Just as he was about to refute, Harry suddenly fell into a trance, his hands gripped his chest hard and gasped for breath, the severe pain almost tore his head apart.The uncontrolled right hand fell heavily, knocking over the oatmeal in front of him.Someone let out a mournful cry, the noise exploded, and the loud screams shook his eardrums.Harry shook his head, his eyebrows raised high, he squinted his eyes and looked around, but his vision was not clear, he could only see colorful patches of color.He swayed again, his legs were like jelly, and he couldn't exert any strength. Then, he fell backwards, closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, expecting the dull pain from the intimate contact between the back of his head and the hard ground.

Ron quickly recovered from his shock, and he reached out to help Harry.Tom was even faster, his hands passed through the rose between them, and he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around Harry's body, taking the boy in his arms, being careful not to use too much force.Noticing Harry's uncomfortable twisting, he lowered his face and got angry in public for the first time: "Shut up!"

Thick cold sweat broke out on Harry's forehead. Tom stretched out his left hand, which was stabbed and scratched in the panic just now, and after wiping it on his clothes, he hesitated for a while before making the next move.Harry let out a sharp cry from trembling lips, his voice also broken: "Let, make him stop—Tom—"

Another wave of pain hit, Harry trembled violently again, his lip had been bitten.

"Stop him, Tom, stop him!" The burning pain spread from the scar to Harry's nerve endings. He curled up in pain, clutching Tom's front with both hands, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks , mixed with blood, "Make him stop, Tom! Make him stop!"

Tom quickly hugged Harry tightly, and the magic power was transmitted from the scar into Harry's body through his index finger. The convulsive boy slowly calmed down and let out gasps of relief.

"Oh, my God!" Professor McGonagall broke through the crowd and rushed in front of them. Seeing Harry's convulsions, his voice was so frightened that his voice was hoarse.The witch squatted down, pressed her palm to Harry's forehead, and pressed her lips into a thin line.Harry instinctively looked at McGonagall, shaking his head slightly to indicate that he was fine.The woman breathed a sigh of relief, her shrewd eyes flashed, and her mouth opened.

"Harry won't go to the hospital wing, I will take care of him." Tom interrupted McGonagall involuntarily, and pulled Harry possessively into his arms. The sudden cold aura made the onlookers involuntarily back away Stepping forward, the Slytherin in front of him is like a dragon guarding his territory, and the boy in his arms is the most precious treasure.Tom let his magic power be released without any scruples, and just happened to bump into another equally powerful force. He stared fiercely at the person coming, and said in a cold tone, "Even you can't change my decision, Dumbledore!"

Hearing the headmaster's name subconsciously relieved Harry, he struggled to open his eyes and smiled slightly.Dumbledore squatted down and looked at Tom's expression thoughtfully. He paused for a while and said to McGonagall: "I don't think it is necessary to go to the medical wing. In the matter of taking care of Mr. Potter, Gaunt Looks like a better fit, sir. There's no potion to heal such a cursed scar, and all Mr Potter needs right now is bed rest and maybe a mug of hot cocoa, and Dobby will be more than happy to oblige."

Dumbledore straightened up, and he clapped his hands: "Everyone spread out now, the first class will start in 5 minutes, the professors don't want their students to be late." The entire auditorium suddenly became empty, and Dumbledore turned around kindly Looking at Harry and looking at Tom, the old man's tone became serious, "Now, I believe you can find a way to help Harry through this, maybe have a good talk with your brother. Tom, you can't stay forever By Harry's side, delve into the concept of soul mates, and perhaps, you can find a solution once and for all."

"Dobby!" Tom shouted, and the elf jumped out of the air, his big round eyes widened with fright, his body trembling constantly, and tears dripped down his pale skin on the ground.Tom cut and reached out to Dobby: "Take us back to the room, and then tell Winky to prepare hot cocoa."

Dobby nodded vigorously, a strange feeling of compression spread throughout his body, and in the next second, they appeared in the suite. Tom gently put Harry on the bed, and he also got under the covers, ignoring the other party's resistance He took the boy into his arms again.The pain was still going on, he could feel it, even though Harry was pretending it was all right.

Tom clenched his fists. The pain in his scar had been a long time ago. Voldemort's sudden rage was not a good sign. If the walls of Occlumency couldn't protect Harry, he had to find something else.Dumbledore was right, and this made him wonder for a long time. Since they are soul mates, they shouldn't have the ability to hurt each other.

Harry let out a husky cat-like moan, pulling Tom back from his contemplation. He reached out to touch Harry's bleeding scar, and the boy ducked back habitually.

"It hurts."

"It doesn't hurt that much, I'm used to it." Harry buried his head in Tom's chest.He found that he was a little attached to the body temperature of the other party, maybe he was also sick, so he couldn't restrain himself from being attracted to the other party.Harry sighed contentedly, the pain relieved a lot by being close to Tom.

"Don't lie to me, Harry, I can feel your emotions through the link." Tom said, "I don't know how to do it yet, it seems that Occlumency still can't stop the intense emotional intrusion. I will find the blocking link method, even if it kills Voldemort."

"You're kidding, he's another you."

"He's not me yet. If I go back to the past, I can create another future."