the Gambler

"Oh, it looks like you're already bound to each other," Voldemort glanced at the ring on Harry's hand, his flat tone was turbulent, "What did he promise to win your favor? Don't tell me Tom boy has become a numb boy." Melon lover, unless he changes the core." Voldemort stuck out his tongue and licked Harry's earlobe, which made Harry tremble uncontrollably.This kind of behavior is obviously very attractive to men, and a suppressed muffled laugh came from the place close to Harry's back, "Whatever he can give you, I can give you."

"I do not like you."

"Misunderstanding, little lion, you know very well that we are the same person."

"Stop this disgusting show, Voldemort." Tom threw the Killing Curse quickly, and Voldemort disappeared into thin air, laughing, along with Harry.Instinctively, he lowered his body, and sure enough, the red light cast from the darkness split the hair beside his ears, Tom turned to that side suddenly, and another crushing spell was shot from the wand.

Nothing happened.Tom waved his wand again, and the huge storm rolled up the rocks on the ground and floated into the air, and suddenly shot in all directions like bullets, and was bounced off by the invisible barrier near the eaves.At the same time, Voldemort took off his disguise and left the bound Harry aside. A huge fire dragon emerged from the tip of the staff, and the place where it passed was scorched black.Tom raised his arms, and the same water dragon rushed out, heading straight for him.The two dragons were entangled together, and the water vapor produced made the entire space extremely hot.

"It's useless." Voldemort sneered and waved away the white mist, his proud expression suddenly froze on his face. Tom was standing only a step away, and the red light at the tip of his wand was too late to dodge.The curse cut open Voldemort's chest, and the gushing blood stained the entire cobbled road red.

"Didn't think of it? It's your fault that your possessiveness won't allow you to leave Harry too far away. I didn't want to use this so early," Tom's cold gaze swept across the huge scar across his chest. A strange golden light flashed from the ring, "Never touch my man, Voldemort."

"I'm ashamed of your short-sightedness, Tom." Voldemort straightened his body, and the new pink tender flesh slowly covered the wound, "Are you planning to kill your future self for such a boring relationship? Harry tamed you too well, Can a dog biscuit make you beg for mercy?"

"No need to disguise jealousy with disdain in front of me, Harry's obvious bias frustrates you. As for short-sightedness? I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean. World domination? Oh, dear Harry, there is no stopping here I accomplished my goal, I just had to make room for the half-breeds. Muggle-borns had to be discussed in bed sometime - no big deal, I always get what I want, don't I?" Tom glanced Harry, who was in a state of nothing to do with him, knew what the other party was planning, but fortunately, he was not the one who was planning on him.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort looked behind Harry and grinned, showing a full row of clean teeth, "It's an honor that you finally caught up."

"I couldn't be more honoured, Voldemort." Dumbledore said, stepping over Harry, his golden robes still shining in the night, "very delicate timing, don't you think, with Scrimgeour and the Aurors gathered here? "

"What do you mean?" Voldemort asked sharply, narrowing his blood-red snake eyes.

"The Ministry of Magic sent special Aurors to be your bodyguards, didn't they?" Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder, "Smith and Taylor, I remember them, very conscientious young people." Two angry Aurors came out from behind Scrimgeour, and they looked at Voldemort with a little fear and disbelief in their eyes.

"It is reported that there will be Death Eaters attacking Diagon Alley tonight, and Harry volunteered to hold you back," Dumbledore said loudly, and his words echoed throughout the venue, "It is no different than the identity of the Dark Lord, political There is no need for the family to hide their whereabouts from the Ministry of Magic, which will bring great inconvenience—yes,” he waved his arms, and Scrimgeour threw the tightly bound Rodolphs in front of Voldemort, “ Moody, Remus, and Sirius just happened to be free to join the protection ranks, and they were going to personally confirm your safety because of the Diagon Alley attack."

Voldemort looked at Harry with raised eyebrows. "Anyone who breaks into my house will set off the alarm, but I haven't heard from it. How do you guarantee that?"

"You only believe in yourself." Harry pulled out a brand new wand from his arms, Tom shrugged, the other party always made unexpected decisions.Not paying attention to Tom's reaction, Harry smiled, "Thirteen and a half inches long, yew wood and phoenix tail feathers, Mr. Ollivander and Fox are very happy to help me. You see, there is nothing more powerful than your own weapon. You can rest easy, knowing that the wand chooses only one master."

"You used this to remove my barrier? It's impossible, no one can use it except me, even the replica!"

"You told me at 16 that we were strikingly similar." Harry held his holly wand with the replica in his hand, "both half-breed, and orphans, both raised by Muggles , and probably the only person at Hogwarts since Slytherin who understands Parseltongue, and even looks somewhat alike - a fact I hate to admit. However, we have more in common than that, our wands are brothers wand."

"That's no real reason, the Brother Wand doesn't give you the ability to confuse magical signatures."

"Of course, but I didn't promise to tell you the reason, did I?" Harry stuck out his tongue.Oh, and he'd asked Tom how the magic barrier would be set up if the dark-haired Slytherin chose his residence.Tom generously told him that only people with a special relationship with him (including Nagini) can enter, but they need a wand as another key.

Harry glanced at Tom, whose snickering expression suggested that he, too, had figured it out.Yes, there is no more special connection than your own partner, is there?

"So the second alarm was deliberately triggered to cover up the sound of the apparition. Dumbledore took you to Voldemort's residence and lowered the barrier, and let the Order of the Phoenix deal with the double before taking you back to Diagon Alley." Tom said. He narrowed his eyes, "You don't trust me very much."

"I thought you already knew that fact."

Tom shrugged indifferently: "At least it's not against me."

Voldemort was so angry this time that he even gave up his disguise. It wasn't until that distorted handsome face was exposed in front of everyone that the atmosphere changed significantly. Not only the Aurors, but even many Death Eaters couldn't help it. A cry of surprise.He flicked the snake-shaped symbol on the Slytherin locket with unexpected speed, and in the next second, his hand was choking Harry's neck and lifting the boy off the ground.The spell that Dumbledore came to his senses was easily dodged, Voldemort let out a high-pitched laugh, and disappeared into place with Harry.

"I'll go and bring him back." Tom nodded to Dumbledore, and then disappeared in front of everyone.

With the departure of Voldemort, the Death Eaters and Dementors who were still able to move also left Diagon Alley, and the whole street returned to calm.Tonks rubbed his arms, breaking the stagnant atmosphere.

"What should we do next?" Her words were aimed directly at Dumbledore, which made Scrimgeour very unhappy. After all, Tonks is the Auror under his jurisdiction, and he should be the first to obey.The current situation does not allow Scrimgeour to show negative emotions. He pursed his mouth and stared at the few remaining Death Eaters who were obediently captured, and could only be sent to the private prison of the Ministry of Magic. The rebellion of the dementors made Azkaban and Ordinary prisons are no different. Voldemort can rob prison again if he wants to.And that was the last thing Scrimgeour wanted.

"Go back to headquarters and wait for news from Tom." Dumbledore's confidence in the Slytherin boy was less contagious to Tonks, but the witch kept her mouth shut and retreated back into the Auror ranks.

"You shouldn't have chosen to discuss plans with Potter," Scrimgeour said loudly. "You know Thomas Gaunt is the Dark Lord, but you're not going to tell me?"

"tell you what?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes behind the glasses were completely devoid of laughter, which put Scrimgeour under pressure.No one wanted to touch Dumbledore's latent anger, and he had no intention of losing his prestige in front of the Aurors.Scrimgeour faced the headmaster with his head held high, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You know what I'm talking about, Dumbledore."

"Your Auror is not capable of catching Voldemort at all, Rufus, and will scare the snake." Dumbledore's face darkened, "What's more, I don't think you will listen to my advice, maybe you will suspect me of instigating dissension, After all, Thomas Gaunt looks very Muggle and half-breed, the complete opposite of Voldemort, isn't he? Plus his appearance is quite deceptive, and Voldemort is almost 70 years old. Curse to disguise yourself. Tell me, what will your strong heart for me lead you to do?"

Scrimgeour's whole body stiffened.

"You'll catch me."

Harry Potter really wanted to slap his reckless and impulsive self, but unfortunately there is no Time Turner to change this situation.The lack of oxygen had made his mind so confused that he couldn't see anything other than the only red/coloured patch in front of him proving Voldemort's existence, and he had no idea where he was.It's too bad, he can't imagine that he hasn't considered the possibility of space travel in all his calculations, why the damn soul mate, the damn locket, and the damn Tom haven't appeared yet!

"You're more trouble than expected," said Voldemort hoarsely, "even outweighing the benefits of having you. I won't keep an assassin on my side. You need to die here, Harry."

"Cough, don't you mind talking nonsense and move quickly! You, you bastard!"

Voldemort's blood-red pupils narrowed into a thin slit, and he increased the strength of his hand, and a large number of white spots appeared in Harry's vision.

"If it were me, I wouldn't kill him." Tom's indifferent voice made Voldemort stop, "Don't you want to know the reason why he can really use the wand? Not only because I have a soul bond with him, but also, he still Your seventh Horcrux."

Voldemort still didn't let go of his hand on Harry's throat, he just eased the pressure slightly, and asked without looking back: "Explain."

"The night you went to assassinate the Potters, you accidentally created the seventh Horcrux. The lightning-shaped scar and soul link are the best proof." Tom raised his wand against Voldemort's back, his tone cold, "put Put him down, you don't want to lose even the last Horcrux, he is your hope of eternal life, isn't he?"

"Or, he is also your hope of eternal life."

"I never deny that." Tom smiled, "Give him to me, and I can consider saving your life."

"Oh? I don't think so. The significance of Harry as a stumbling block has far exceeded the value of Horcruxes," Voldemort turned and smirked, "and there are no outsiders here, you can give up stupid performances. You, never, never, kill Kill me, Tom."

"Great to try, Voldemort."

'And you know, there's no point in taking his life here, I can make him yours forever, in the not-too-distant future,' Tom opened the link, and he could see a look of confusion in Voldemort's narrowed eyes. The red light flashed quickly, "Grimmauld Square NO.12, there is the answer you need, and you will trust me, because I have a gift that can shake the entire magic world for you. '

Voldemort didn't move, but watched Tom take a few threatening steps forward with vigilance.

'What you want most. '

Supreme power.

The red pupils became darker and darker, as if the blood was gradually drying up.Voldemort twisted the corner of his mouth, and suddenly bit into Harry's naked/exposed neck, fascinatedly watching the blood dripping out, and looked at the angry Tom defiantly.

'This is the price of convincing me to reveal my identity and make all my efforts come to naught, Tom, and I look forward to your return—'

"Forget it, forget it." Voldemort threw Harry to Tom. The boy coughed heavily and buried his weak body in Tom's arms. Voldemort's eyelids twitched. He hated this warm scene, he hated it so much .

"Take him out of my sight."