the Gambler

There was a sweet smell of buns in the air.Harry rubbed his eyelids with his hands, and stretched a lot.The quilt next to it was still warm, so the original owner must have just left.He doesn't know how to describe the relationship with Tom, they are calculating each other, full of lies but inseparable, friends, lovers and enemies, it seems that none of them can be used to call each other, and it seems that they are all three.

Pushing aside the bed cover that hadn't been fully closed, Harry turned his head and glanced in the direction of the half-closed door. There was a not-so-bright firelight from the lounge.After slowly washing up, he walked across the room without looking back, intending to go directly to the auditorium for dinner.

Yesterday was an accident, that didn't mean Harry had compromised.If Tom wants to come back to him, at least respect and trust are necessary. His inconsistency makes Harry wonder if the other party really has these two positive emotions, and then the problem goes back to the original point, and Tom spits out Is his confession real, or just an extension of possessiveness?

A palm wrapped around Harry's hand on the doorknob, pulling him out of his thoughts.Tom smiled warmly as he met Harry's gaze, holding a heavy ancient tome: "Harry, soul mates are an interesting concept, aren't they?"

"What does that mean?"

"There are two fascinating explanations in the book. The first one is more romantic—" Tom opened the old book in his hand, and slowly read the densely packed words on it with a magnetic voice, "The first people were spherical. Human beings are too powerful and divide their souls into two, so everyone is only half a soul. We spend our whole lives looking for the other half that fits us. Generally speaking, we call the two people who know each other and cannot be intervened For soul mates."

Harry clenched his hands, he knew that wasn't Tom's purpose, the second explanation was.

"The second explanation is more scientific, and I believe it more." Tom closed the book and stared at the stiff boy, "The same soul exists in two bodies, and the containers are connected to each other through the soul, and can perceive each other's emotions And ideas, such two people are also called soul mates."

The heart was beating fast and wanted to burst out of the chest.

"Does this sound familiar? It's like storing my soul in a diary."

Harry's stomach sank completely, and he closed his eyes not to see Tom's expression.

"You are my Horcrux, Harry Potter."

Trapped beast.The invisible cage was finally revealed.He has never been a free individual, everything is perfectly explained, the link with Voldemort, the ability of Parseltongue - he has been marked since 16 years ago, destined to entangle with each other.But that wasn't what made Harry most desperate.Dumbledore knew that he knew Harry was the last Horcrux early on, or he wouldn't have reminded Tom to delve deeper into the concept of soul mates.

Harry Potter is a pawn, a pawn to be manipulated.

"You are my horcrux, Harry. It's so interesting, I didn't know that a living person could be made into a horcrux." Tom almost whispered this sentence, and the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood on end, "It makes me One more reason to hold on to you. You are my soul, my possessions. You belong to me alone."

Harry clenched his fists, and the sudden anger made him brush his surprise aside: "I only belong to myself. Yes, maybe I do have a part of your soul in me. If you think this marks my ownership, you are wrong That's outrageous, Tom."

Blood red replaced azure blue, Tom's fingers slowly touched Harry's Adam's apple, and his tone was soft and relaxed: "We belong to each other alone, Harry, I don't know what makes you feel insulted, because my dirty soul is stored in my body ? This disgusts you?"

"Your deepest desire, Tom." Harry grabbed Tom's front and pulled it in front of him, "I'm just a plaything to pass the time to you, tell me, is our mutual attraction really romantic? You took me as a trophy, something to show off to Voldemort."

"What should I do to convince you that I am sincere?"

"Do you need to visit Madam Pomfrey, Tom? Your proud brain can't even answer such a simple question?" Harry sneered, "I gave you trust, and what you return is a Another lie - do you think I'm like a mouse on a rope, every time I think I'm out of control, I never escaped from your hands, a stupid trapped beast. Ha! Provided you with a lot of fun ?”

"I apologize."

"for what?"

"Because of my thoughtless behavior." Tom's tone was as stiff as his body, "I shouldn't make you feel insecure, nor should I treat you as a property or a trophy. You are an independent individual. But you give I'm offering fun and I'm not going to deny it, your company does kill time, "Yes, Harry never bores him," but that's all I'll apologize for. Even if it pissed you off again, I would So, those Muggles and Mudbloods are damned, and I don't feel guilty about it, ever."

"Continue to avoid questions?" Harry clicked his tongue.

"I didn't kill Dursley."

"what?"

"Listen, your relative's death has nothing to do with me." Tom said calmly, trying to break through Harry's fragile mental barrier and pour his emotions into it. After killing the murderer, can you still love me, after all, Myrtle did die because of me."

"You're lying." Harry frowned.

"You can trust Voldemort and not me, even though you know we're both born liars. What's the difference between me and him? If he says he didn't do it, you accept that? He's lying to you, Harry. Haven't you ever wondered when Voldemort took possession of the Dark Mark? Every time it appears there is an attack - I know you already have the answer, it was after he left Hogwarts. Look at me, Harry, you know I haven't been through that period. Besides, there's no one who knows best if I've left Hogwarts, talk to Dumbledore, he knows I'm not a murderer, don't you trust him ?”

No one spoke.

"In that case, there's no point in saying I love you." Tom took a step back and looked straight into Harry's emerald green eyes.Of course he was lying, as a real Slytherin, as long as it can achieve the purpose, the death of others can also be a help.This is not the reason for Tom to tell lies now, he has been planning for a while, these days Harry's indifference and his own non-refutation must be able to arouse the other party's guilt to the greatest extent.Yes, Harry, like Dumbledore, was looking on the bright side of people, and he was 100% sure that the boy was going to be overwhelmed with guilt, even if he wasn't showing it yet.

And Dumbledore, after the New Year's conversation, he believed that the other party would make a wise decision.Harry is already on the verge of collapse, there is no need to add weight to his extremely tense nerves, Dumbledore will not tell the boy the truth, he only wants to give Harry the maximum protection, secondary damage must be avoided of.As a leader, Dumbledore knew what to do.

Victory is within reach.

Tom pulled out a wry smile: "Tell Dumbledore that I'm ready."

Harry bit the tip of his quill, his brow furrowed deeply, the way he had been for some time.A cluttered mind makes it difficult to simply transcribe notes.Maybe he should find some interesting books to pass the time, anyway, there is no possibility of concentrating for a while.Harry stood up, nodded to Hermione, and disappeared behind the towering bookshelves.His eyes flicked across various hardcover books, all of which were beyond the scope of textbooks. One of the black silk books caught his attention, and the magic around it seemed to be alive, rising and falling like breathing.

"Magic Mark".

Harry shrugged and took back the hand he had just extended.

"Another Death Eater attack, too brutal." A voice caught Harry's attention, and he hid himself in the shadow between the bookshelves, listening carefully to the conversation of the two young Ravenclaws.

"The whole of England is not safe now. If it weren't for the presence of Headmaster Dumbledore at Hogwarts, my mother would have dragged me back." The brown-haired boy wrinkled his nose and said with a pale face, "There are also rumors that The headmaster won't live long, do you see his necrotic hand? I bet it's caused by a deep curse!"

"Obviously, David." The red-haired boy took another book from the bookshelf and stuffed it into his already full arms, "I can only hope that Potter can quickly kill the Dark Lord, he is the destined savior Isn't it? I don't understand how he can eat, sleep and study safely, doesn't he know that the outside is already in chaos?"

"You really think he can defeat the Dark Lord? I mean he's only 16!" said the boy named David suspiciously.

"That's what the prophecy said." The red-haired wizard said sullenly, "Remember the report last month? The one that said Potter was the Dark Lord's soul mate?"

"You believe it too? It's too unexpected, Lean." David folded his chest and leaned not far from Harry. The latter had presciently cast the Disillusionment Charm to hide himself, and quietly eavesdropped on the conversation. "Those are impossible no matter how you look at them, and only McLaggen and the others will believe them."

"Of course I'm not that stupid!" Lean curled his lips. "I just want to connect the news these days. Recently, wizards have been disappearing all the time. No one knows whether they are hiding or being killed. The latest report is that a man named Duns' man. My dad told me that guy would only do sneaky things." Lean waved his hands in disgust, "That's not the point, haven't you noticed? There have always been rumors that Potter's scar is related to black The time he passed out suddenly yesterday happened to be close to the time of Mungertons' death."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence."

"Admit it, David, you can't even convince yourself that someone has been attacked every time Potter's scar hurts." Lean glanced around and said in a low voice, "My dad knows people in the Auror Department Well, the matter is by no means as simple as it was said in the report. He said that when he found the body of Monggertons, he was skinned alive, and there were scorched marks on his hollowed out chest. What do you think that means, a little golden bird?"

"Little bird? What kind of bad taste is this?" David pursed his lips, "Want to convey some information?"

Lean shrugged: "Who knows, Principal Dumbledore must have an idea. He has been fighting the Dark Lord for so long. Wait, does that imply the principal's phoenix? He is provoking the principal?"

"It's disgusting."

After talking about the two Ravenclaws, he returned to the corner of the library with a large stack of books.Harry stepped out of the shadows gravely.For some unknown reason, Voldemort found out that Mungertons was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Thinking of that cowardly guy, Harry spat hard. If Mungertons told Voldemort the location of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, he would not surprised.Dumbledore must have known about it, which would explain the recent disconnect between Harry and Sirius.The Order of the Phoenix must be in a hurry right now.

It seemed he had a lot to talk to the principal about.Harry didn't intend to stay under Dumbledore's wing forever, and if he was Voldemort's destined enemy, he needed to do his duty to defeat him, even if there was no hope.As for the identity of the Horcruxes, he would make good use of that, and it might be a brilliant idea to accidentally reveal this information to Voldemort.Harry didn't have the power to fight Voldemort, but revealing such explosive news would have caught the Dark Lord off guard, and yes, he could have seized his chance with just a few seconds of distraction.I hope that when the swords meet in the end, the goddess of luck will still be on his side.