the Gambler

"What about the two Muggle orphans?"

Harry's feeble laughter still echoed in the lounge, and fear gripped everyone like a nightmare.Hermione buried her trembling body in Ron's arms, and the latter looked hesitantly between Harry and Tom. He didn't speak, and patted the girl on the back again and again.

"They're just Muggles," said Tom, as if looking at the disgusting grime stuck to the tabletop. "They should have died a long time ago. So did Dursley."

"Funny," said Harry, "you're talking about my family."

"You really think of those bastards as family? Very charming, Harry, even the treatment in the orphanage is better than this, at least I have a battered little bed instead of staying in the stair cupboard." Tom said a little excitedly , Harry could feel the other party's distorted emotions rushing towards him, "Is it still showing emotion after beating you?"

"They didn't beat me," Harry answered honestly, "just for not letting me eat."

Tom didn't smile again.

"That's still no reason for you to speak up for them."

"I'm not going to seek your guilt for the tragedy that has happened." Harry raised his neck and looked directly into Tom's blood-red eyes. "It's too clear that you don't have that kind of feeling."

"Then you shouldn't bring it up." Tom visibly relaxed.

"It's not that simple of a reason," said Harry. "Your defense pleases me." He stepped back against the wall and sneered at a puzzled Tom. Much better'? Oh, of course you didn't dodge it, you just bypassed the question didn't you? I'm babbling in amazement, really."

Tom lowered his head slightly, black bangs covering his eyes, but Harry could still see the harsh red leaking through the gap.He opened and closed his mouth: "Omit those nonsense."

"You put all the blame on Voldemort and came to me as an innocent person," said Harry, "but behind your back you were playing tricks, Voldemort said you were the same person, I think I can understand now gone."

"Speak clearly." He was calm on the surface, but his heart was already turned upside down.This is really the truth that Tom will never admit. He can't give Harry the relief he needs. Voldemort has prepared him a difficult situation. How can he persuade Harry to give up the fight?Oh, I'm really sorry, dear Harry, if Voldemort disappears I will most likely be wiped out too-unless trolls can dance, Harry may surrender obediently!

"Your sincerity, Tom." Harry grabbed Tom's tie and pulled Tom into front of his eyes, his lips gently brushed the corner of Slytherin's mouth, his voice was extremely low, "What are you and Voldemort planning?" ?”

Tom's pupils became dark and lustful in an instant, and he grabbed the back of Harry's neck and pressed the boy against himself: "Explain what you know first."

"You want to save Voldemort's life," Harry pulled out Gaunt's ring from his pocket, the black stone flashed dimly, "reason?"

"We are the same person."

The sound of gasping in the background also stopped at that moment.

"We're the same person," repeated Tom under his breath. "That's what you want to know."

"Your souls are equal in quality?"

Tom suddenly burst into a joyful smile: "You are smarter than I thought. I was surprised that you thought of such a deep place. Yes, I noticed that he and I have been recognized by magic as one. Make an easier For example, it's like two Horcruxes equally dividing the same soul."

"So you are afraid of death."

"That's the only fear I have left," Tom confessed. "I can't risk you killing Voldemort. In fact, I have a weird idea to test. There are two possibilities for this situation: one, we do have each other. Horcruxes, then Voldemort's death will not affect my existence; two, we influence each other, live and die together."

"You think the Gaunt Ring can bring the dead back to life?"

"No one can guarantee it." Tom said, taking the ring and looking at it carefully. "All the materials don't really record the resurrection of the dead. But one thing is very interesting, it seems that it can bring back something like a soul. To me, does Voldemort have The physical body doesn't matter, if I can store his soul, I can live at the same time."

"It's dangerous, he's out of control," said Hermione cautiously, and Ron and Harry nodded in agreement.

"That's the crux of the matter." Tom put Gaunt's ring on Harry's middle finger, and said calmly, "None of you want Voldemort to 'live', but for my life, he must be 'alive'. your reasons, Harry. Understood?"

"It feels relieved." Tom sighed. "Telling you the truth is difficult, and I'm kind of glad you objected first. Our relationship is always twisted and deformed, Salazar. I never knew that love has to be Be careful like walking on thin ice. I love you deeply, Harry, and I also love power deeply. I hope to tie you by my side, and the ring is the best guarantee—" Tom stretched out his hand to part Harry's bangs, revealing a lightning-shaped scar , "But I want you to mean it. Tell me why you take my heart if you can't return it with the same affection, I don't give it away, I just take it back."

Harry felt like he was going to be swallowed up by a heavy guilt, he was struggling, and he didn't notice that Tom knew his confusion as much as he did, he didn't know how to brush the pain in the other's eyes, damn it, Harry never To think I could make Tom look like that.Tom's confession makes everything more complicated.If Harry's love for Tom had been based on treating him and Voldemort separately, even the last straw was falling now.

Can he continue to love Tom, who is no different from Voldemort?

"I am Voldemort."

The answer is yes.

Harry cupped Tom's face in his hands, bringing his forehead to his.The latter was stunned for a moment. Although it was not as sweet as the kiss, Tom felt that the world stopped spinning at this moment, and the overflowing sense of happiness made him dazed.Probably this is really a magic spell, otherwise, why would he think that he can cast the perfect Patronus spell?

"I won't do this again. I love you, Tom," Harry said, holding Tom's hand over his heart, letting him feel the steady beating of his heart. "This is not a charity. You took my heart away." , we are fair."

"I need a different way of feeling." Tom licked his lips and slowly moved closer to each other.

"It's very touching, but you still missed the point." Hermione coughed heavily, drawing the two of them's attention to herself. She avoided Tom's fierce gaze in embarrassment, put her hands behind her back, and turned her head down. Turning on tiptoes, he asked softly, "What are you going to do next?"

"Kill Voldemort," said Harry and Tom in unison.

"And then revive him?" Ron looked at the two in disbelief, was silent for a moment, and changed to a more accurate term, "Summon back his soul?"

"I still think it's dangerous, you know Diary Tom is very good at demagoguery." Hermione curled her lips remembering the incident in the second grade. She struggled for a while, and said to Ron apologetically, "I think Ginny Kind of like him. Don't make such a fuss, Ron! I know this sounds incredible," Hermione stole a glance at Harry, "Ginny has been madly infatuated with Harry since she was a child, and I don't doubt her true feelings." , it's just - Voldemort is too dangerous."

The person being discussed looked cold, but instead focused on Harry's lips.

"Stop looking." Harry pushed Tom's chest, signaling Hermione to continue talking.

"We need to find a place to hide the Horcruxes that no one will know about," said Hermione. "Surely you'll be turning Voldemort's soul into a Horcrux then?"

"After all this stuff, I'd be hesitant to hide it."

Harry raised his eyebrows silently.

Tom shrugged: "I will first make Voldemort into a Horcrux, and then find a way to fuse the soul piece. This is the safest."

"It's disturbing," Harry muttered under his breath.

"Oh, you just said that you still like me, even if I am Voldemort." Tom tilted his head and said happily, "I thought Gryffindors were people who kept their promises."

"I need you to teach me dueling skills." Harry asked bluntly, he liked this kind of control.If he made up his mind to grow up, he would no longer lower his posture to ask others.

Tom was pleased with this, his whole aura changed, blood red eyes swept possessively over Harry's body, and a tender pink tongue slipped from time to time between parted lips.He strode up to Harry, and took a deep breath, that fascinated expression of hysterical thirst for power made the latter's whole body blood rush to the eardrums.

Harry turned his head away in trouble.

"Which type?" Tom's hand caressed Harry's arm.

"Practice is the best, isn't it, Tom?"

"Finally abandoned the Muggle fighting style?" Tom sneaked a kiss to Harry, "It's an honor that you haven't forgotten that you are a wizard, my dear."

"Shut up," Harry grumbled grimly, pointing his wand at Tom's chest, "to pieces!"

"Armor protection. I wish you were as active in other ways," Tom grinned. "So enthusiastic."

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

"Breaks my heart, Honey." Tom bounced off the attack, and a jet of blue-white flame shot out from the tip of the spell, very fast, straight at Harry's head.Harry ducked his head away from the flames, and he could feel the heat rushing against him without turning his head.Harry jumped quickly through the burning curtain, and a swarm of bats emerged from his wand, heading for Tom.

"Flaming!" Like moths flying towards the flames, the air was filled with the sound of grilling, and the corpses of bats fell in pieces. From the air, Harry saw Tom summoning many daggers and shooting them, some of which were on the edge. Also tied the broken body of the bat.Harry pulled the shadow and condensed it into a shield in front of him, and then extinguished the lights in the entire room.They fought in the dark like this for nearly 10 minutes, and all they could see with the naked eye were the constantly interacting lights of various colors.Harry accidentally tripped over the furniture, giving away his position, and at the same time, instinct made him raise his wand and point it in a certain direction.

"Expelliarmus!" they both yelled at the same time, and the force of the impact sent them each flying against the wall.After a while, Tom laughed loudly, and his spell was an inch faster than Harry's, and even though the boy was more powerful, the magic seemed to decide that it was the winner.He got up from the ground, and proudly weighed the wand in his hand: "Your wand is in my hand, Harry, admit defeat?"