the Gambler

Tom finally put down the book he had been reading for nearly an hour and met Harry's piercing eyes full of expectation, not that he could resist such a cute expression, Salazar, Harry had never given him such concentrated attention !Tom felt a sense of happiness as if he had been hit by Gallon. Of course, he would not show it if he was so calm, so Slytherin just cleared his throat and smiled sincerely: "My dear, you want to be with me say what?"

"I want to see the sea."

"what?"

"You don't want to take me to see the sea?" Harry pouted, even if he was a little girly, he didn't care, the key was to convince Tom to agree with his decision, a little use of color was harmless.He just wanted to really see the sea once, not the night when he was trapped on the island by a storm, nor the early morning when he was rescued by Hagrid the next day, when the excitement about magic had completely overwhelmed the mood of enjoying the magnificent scenery.Muggle books say that you have to go to the sea with your lover at least once, and the boundless shock is eternal.

Harry wanted to feel it, maybe it had something to do with the breathless battle, he didn't know if he would hold hands with Tom in the end.Wars are always unpredictable, and no one can guarantee that those in the center of the vortex can survive smoothly, it is too difficult.If he's being honest with himself.

"You are confused, struggling and even desperate? I don't know where the last emotion came from, because the final battle is coming? Then you have nothing to worry about. I promised to kill anyone who dares to hurt you," Tom said in Harry dropped a soft kiss on the forehead, "Anyone."

"But you can't kill Voldemort. I accidentally saw the scar on your chest, which is exactly the same as his, and you are connected." Harry frowned and looked at the silent Tom, "If Voldemort died , you might as well cease to exist. To my dismay, you never bothered to tell me any of this, what were you thinking, Tom?"

"It's not absolute. There's a high possibility that I won't disappear." Tom slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and there was indeed a hideous light-colored scar there. "At least I can generously remind you that I didn't cause any pain. Bleeding and other symptoms. But one thing is certain, conservatively speaking, his soul quality is almost the same as mine. Next, you can no longer use the ring to jump."

"There is always a part of you that may disappear together. Is the ring invalidated unilaterally?" Harry said, by the way, he secretly reminded himself to study the cause of Tom's scar, and subconsciously, he decided that this was a question that could be explored in depth.More importantly, this special connection will definitely affect the final situation, the survival of Harry, Tom and Voldemort.Yes, those two damn prophecies.

"Well, Voldemort and I can track you. No, I hope you wear it. This can confuse the enemy to the greatest extent and prevent him from thinking about the quality of the soul. What do you think?" Tom took out the traveling cloak from the closet and put it on , he regretted giving the locket to Voldemort a bit. Although he blocked Harry's ability to track him as planned, who would have thought that bastard Voldemort would turn his back and make the same space-jumping device, "If killing Voldemort kills me, will you stop?"

"will not."

"Exactly as I expected." Tom turned around and threw Harry's cloak to the other party. "The prophecy says that only one of you and Voldemort can survive. I am an important factor in determining the final result. First, let's assume your guess Established. [-]. If I choose to unite with Voldemort, you will die, and he and I will survive, the space-time paradox still exists, and in the end it can be barely counted as Voldemort’s survival; if I choose to unite with you, then there will be a branch option: for now Count this as the second type - Voldemort is defeated, it will take me to die, and only you will survive in the end; three, the two of us are defeated, according to Voldemort's nature, he will ensure that we are all dead, In the end, only he survived. You see, one and three may have got the same result, and I don’t need to make a choice at all, and the prophecy itself has no meaning for me.”

"Wow, I didn't think that much at all." Harry sighed sincerely.

"Since we dated, your brain has rusted a lot, no kidding." Tom pinched Harry's cheek, "Well, I only know one seaside, where Regulus Black died, are you sure you want to I go?"

For the second time, Harry smelled the salty smell of sea water, which was obviously much lighter than the stormy sea.He could see that the tumbling waves hit the rocks under his feet and stirred up layers of white foam. Behind him was a steep cliff like a knife. There was no green on the black surface, and even the weeds in the crevices of the rocks were withered and yellow.It was very desolate, not a suitable place for a date, Harry remembered what Dumbledore had told him, this was where Tom used to play tricks on the children in the orphanage, and it became the place where he would hide the Slytherin locket in the future.His stomach twitched uncomfortably.

"Dumbledore must have told you that this is the place where I taught those Muggle children." Tom's tone didn't fluctuate at all, he just looked straight at the mountainside of the cliff in the distance, and Harry could barely see a ray of it. Cooking smoke floated in the air.There was a village there, and Harry hadn't found a way to go up from here, and it was impossible for the three children to climb up the cliff with their bare hands, even with the right tools.

"I used magic to lift them up, very simple ones." Tom let out a high-pitched and cold laugh, which made Harry shudder and look away, and now Slytherin seemed to have just left A beast in shackles, wantonly showing its crazy and cold side.Tom squinted and smiled to appreciate Harry's uneasiness, and his tone was relaxed and cheerful: "You can sketch out that picture, their terrified expressions and eyes, if it weren't for the occasional body movements, I would think someone stopped time. Those poor people Worm was crying so hard and shaking like seeing a dementor, it was very funny—"

"Stop, Tom." It seemed like it took a lot of effort to pronounce the name, and yes, Harry could perfectly picture the scene Tom was describing.Bullying and violence, he can easily perceive the mood of the victim, just like his past self, helpless and sad, "I don't like the way you talk about memory, it's disgusting."

"Because you are also a victim of bullying." Tom put his hands on Harry's face, pressing his forehead together, "I can see the hidden emotion in your eyes, why don't you get revenge - just like I did. Muggles need to be taught a lesson, Harry, you can't deny their cruelty, discrimination and abuse just because they are different, and they choose to stand on the highest moral ground, and regard getting rid of others as a virtue. No matter what happens, they will Not looking for reasons in themselves, unless there is a real threat in front of them. Fear is the only way to tame Muggles, and no creature should be kept in captivity more than them."

"No living thing should be slaughtered," Harry closed his eyes tightly, letting the smell of sea water into his nose, "this is the biggest difference between us, and it is also the beginning of our differences. You choose revenge while I choose tolerance. Tom, Not all Muggles are so evil, and not all wizards are so good. You think Muggles are inferior and incompetent and therefore don't deserve respect, any more than Muggles think wizards are so different that they must be exterminated."

"I don't want to continue this topic." Tom retracted, grabbed Harry's hand and walked towards the cliff.They stepped on the uneven surface of the rock in coordination, and slowly climbed to the bottom of the huge pebbles protruding from the sea.This could have been done easily by magic, but both of them acquiesced in the Muggle way, relying on each other to support each other, as if the other was the only lifeline.

Tom wiped the splash from his face, pulled Harry down to kiss him, and after half a minute he let go of the flushed boy and whispered, "I want you to accept the darkest, filthiest parts of me." , Harry, that's the real me."

"I know." Harry took Tom's hand and sat down on the cold and wet rock surface. He waved his wand, and colorful sparks shot out from the tip of the wand, falling into the dark sea and disappearing without a trace.He rested his head on the tall boy's shoulder, and waved his wand again, this time, with Tom's hands folded on top, and after a soft, muffled hiss, the night sky was illuminated by gorgeous fireworks, and Tom's knife cut him. Together with the deep outline, the beautiful blue eyes seem to contain the brilliance of stars.This was the most beautiful sight Harry had ever seen, perhaps even more exciting than seeing Hogwarts Castle for the first time.

"It won't be the first time and it won't be the last time. I will find a more suitable place. There will be beautiful grass and soft sand, there will be flying seagulls and twinkling stars," Tom said softly, "Just you and me .”

"I am looking forward."

By the time they returned to Hogwarts, the curfew had already passed, and the entire castle was enveloped in a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.Harry put the Invisibility Cloak over the two of them, carefully avoiding Filch and his skinny old cat, and walked towards the room. Turning another long corridor, he heard soft voices coming from the abandoned came from the classroom.Harry's hand trying to grab the doorknob was blocked by Tom, who whispered a few words in Latin, lifted the detection spell on the door, and took out a pair of extendable ears from his bosom.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I got it from the twins last time." Tom explained in a low voice, and gave Harry a set of tools by the way, "It seems that Malfoy and Snape have a dark secret."

"What?" Harry hadn't put on his stretch ears yet.

"Voldemort wants to make an exception and brand Malfoy—you said that Snape was a double agent, didn't you? His performance doesn't seem to meet your guess." Tom glanced at Harry, "He is very firm against Malfoy accepting black Mark. In fact, the two of them were arguing over how to avoid Voldemort possibly punishing the Malfoy family for refusing to recruit."

"I don't think there's anything that can convince him," Harry said frankly.Voldemort, like Tom, acted completely according to his mood. Draco was just a dispensable existence to them. Once he lost his value, he would be abandoned like straw sandals.

"Occasionally I wish I could pry open your skull and put some common sense in. Heroism will only lead to trouble, and you can't avoid all the damage, especially Draco Malfoy. Your deal is over."

"Need I remind you, he's under your wing right now? If he gets hurt, he can be very vicious."

Tom snorted heavily.

"As you wish, I will find a way to come to an agreement with Voldemort. I know you've been planning this for some time."

"Sometimes I suspect that you used Legilimency on me." Harry sighed unhappily.

"Don't think too much of your disguise, my dear, you see my expression is full of 'answer', especially after the conversation with Dumbledore. That scheming old bee will definitely make good use of third-party forces, I must have been thinking about letting us use the soul link for a long time—" Tom opened the door of the room openly, and said to the stunned two people, "It's time to say hello."