the Gambler

The wooden door was opened from the outside, and a Death Eater ran into the room, with a frightened expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost. His small round eyes scanned the entire room, and finally stopped at Voldemort. body.The Death Eater screamed back and continued to charge in.Voldemort frowned. Now he was too busy figuring out what he was doing to respond to the other's stupid behavior.But instinct told him that there was a big threat outside.Voldemort let go of Harry's hair, cast the Disillusionment Charm on the boy, and slowly straightened his body to look at the door.

"I don't like people touching my partner." An arrogant and cold voice came from the darkness.

Voldemort spun his wand a few times, and four or five huge fireballs hit the door, as if there was glass in front of them, and the fireballs exploded into countless small sparks, jumping and falling to the ground.The visitor slowly came out from the shadows, revealing a handsome face and a tall and straight figure.Bellatrix hunched over and let out a slight exclamation.

"The barrier here will not allow anyone who does not have my approval." Voldemort raised his wand above his head, and the shadows in the room trembled and rushed towards Tom like a curtain, enveloping the target tightly.With a flick of Tom's wrist, the shadow dissipated again, and he continued to swing his wand. Thousands of daggers flew towards Voldemort, hitting the golden shield one after another.

"You are me, I am you, and our magic signs are the same." Tom confided this fact indifferently, almost all the Death Eaters present widened their eyes in astonishment, and looked at the two standing face to face in disbelief. personal.Tom didn't take his eyes off Voldemort, and asked calmly, "Where's Harry?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Ignoring Voldemort's provocation, Tom narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Harry come."

Voldemort quickly reached out and grabbed Harry, and together they flew towards Tom.Under Tom's horrified gaze, he twisted his body and kicked him in the stomach. The latter fell heavily to the ground and slid several meters away.Voldemort's spell on Harry had failed, and the boy's expression of astonishment was the same.Tom propped up his upper body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and stared fiercely at the smiling Dark Lord.

"Anyway, Tom," Voldemort hugged Harry possessively, ignoring the blood on the boy's body, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "you are still too naive, especially stupid enough to sneak into Malfoy Manor. My The subordinates are eager to find an object for torture. Although it would be weird for me to watch you writhe and scream, I will tolerantly throw you out of sight," Voldemort looked down at Harry With an unbelievable expression, he let out a deep laugh, "Maybe Harry would be willing to appreciate it."

With trembling hands, Harry pushed Voldemort away from his chest, and his weakness made the effect less obvious. He could only look up at the man, and found that he was serious.Voldemort snorted, stretched out his wand, and tapped the vase next to it. A silver-green armchair replaced the vase. Voldemort gently placed Harry, who could not move, on top of it. Several poisonous snakes as thick as wrists emerged from under the armrest. The boy is fastened to it.

"Need I remind you?" Voldemort smiled contemptuously. "/Harry Potter is my Horcrux, not yours/. He's been mine since birth."

Tom pulled his face down, furious: "Harry Potter is my thing!"

"I'm nobody's thing!" Harry said bitterly, but neither of the two men who were at war with each other gave him the slightest attention.

"Perhaps I should send you back to the past." Voldemort stroked his soft hair with his fingers, and his tone became more and more contemptuous, "Or have you been so comfortable in this world that you have forgotten your identity?"

"That has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it matters." Voldemort rolled his eyes, "You are my past, and you must fulfill the responsibility to create me. The space-time paradox cannot exist forever. At least one of you and I must disappear from here, obviously. It won't be me. You're the one out of time."

The Death Eaters began to look at each other uncomfortably, and finally looked in awe at the two in the dispute.

"I have no plan to go back." Tom puffed out his chest and spoke in a very normal tone. "If I could be easily left, Dumbledore would have succeeded."

"You refuse to go back?" Voldemort's body trembled with anger, "Do you know what will happen next?!"

"Then explain it to me!" Tom snapped back angrily.

Voldemort took a few deep breaths, and his blood-red eyes seemed to be burning: "I went to the Department of Mysteries a few days ago, and you know that there is a place in it that specializes in time travel—the ancient parchment records everyone's Name," he lowered his voice, "/There's only one Tom Riddle./"

"What do you mean?"

"We are the same person, this is the result of magic recognition." Voldemort explained, "It is not one soul and two Horcruxes, but the same body. If this has not convinced you, I remind you again, the writing on it is about to change. It's blurry."

Tom paled.

"Our existence is already threatened. One of them has to disappear."

The whole hall was silent.

Voldemort closed his eyes for a while and opened them again: "If you don't go back to the past, I won't exist now."

"Then I can kill you directly and replace you." Tom said and raised his wand.

"No, you can't." Voldemort said, "Without the process of growing into Voldemort, all timelines will change, and no one can guarantee what will happen. As you know, the rise and fall of the Dark Lord is the last half of the past. The most important event of the century, that's no small thing."

Tom was silent, his eyes flicking across Harry's equally silent face, and he said softly, "I'll take Harry back in time. There won't be a time paradox anymore."

"You think he'll be happy?" Voldemort looked sideways at Harry at the same time, and the boy shrank back into the armchair, hiding his face in the darkness, stubbornly refusing to look up to meet the two men's inscrutable gaze.Voldemort sighed, "It's equivalent to cutting all his ties. It's like killing him. He won't be Harry Potter anymore."

Tom couldn't make up his mind what to say, and after a while he said quietly, "He can have new friends, and I'm here." The thought seemed to give him firm conviction, and he repeated loudly, "He One day he will get used to it and I will always be by his side."

"You want a walking dead Harry Potter? You look really desperate." Voldemort snorted, "Why don't you just leave him here, anyway, your future is the same as mine, and Harry is still ours Mate, no? Or, 50 years is too long for you?"

Tom didn't speak.Harry couldn't help raising his head, and looked carefully at the latter's still handsome face in the flickering light.Tom's chest rose and fell slightly, and his fists were clenched tightly.He suddenly raised his chin, showing a sly smile, and his whole face was instantly lit up.A round object slipped from Tom's hand, and thick smoke filled the hall.Seven or eight Tom's bodies appeared in the fog, running in different directions, and there were explosions and screams everywhere.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Voldemort quickly appeared beside Harry, and his outstretched hand was blocked by someone.Tom grinned, and another round ball fell between them, and the sudden gust of wind blew everyone on both sides.

Tom wasn't as calm as he appeared to be. His palms holding Harry were sticky with sweat, and his breathing was particularly heavy.Tom stretched out his wand to knock away all the Death Eaters who were close to him, and he had to be careful to avoid Voldemort's curse attack from behind.Harry doesn't like the current situation where he needs to be protected, especially when he is attacked from two sides, if he is not careful, he may have to hang in the manor.Hell, he wants to help Tom fight too!Harry stopped suddenly.

"Wait, I haven't got my things yet!" Harry shouted hastily, "The wand is flying, the invisibility cloak is flying!"

There was a clanging sound outside the door, and Tom immediately cast a crushing spell on the closed door.As soon as the door cracked open, Harry's baby flew towards Harry through the gap.The Death Eaters along the way stretched out their hands to grab the corners of the liquid-like soft cloak. Harry stretched out his hand and pulled the Death Eater beside him, stepping on the man and sprinting up, holding his wand and invisibility cloak firmly. Hold it in your hand.The oncoming spell was easily blocked by Tom. He lowered Harry's head, turning the floor except Harry's feet into a smooth ice surface. With Harry's support, he slid around quickly on it, and the bird was like a bullet. They shot in all directions, and there were wailing sounds of pain everywhere.

Voldemort blushed with anger, his wand swished, and the huge iron cage suddenly fell from above Harry's head. Tom grabbed Harry's arm and pushed it out, and the two slid to both sides of the room by the reaction force.The iron cage changed suddenly, and the slender iron bars rushed towards Harry as if they were alive. He dodged sideways quickly, his feet slipped, and he was caught by another iron bar and slammed into the wall at the waist. It hurts hot.He could feel tears welling up, and in the dimness, Tom was confronting Voldemort, and Harry didn't listen to a word they were saying.

Harry kept struggling, and the iron bars around his neck only became tighter and tighter. Suddenly, the iron bars loosened, and Tom yelled, "Go!", and Harry's whole body was pushed out of the window by invisible hands. go out.In the process of falling, he quickly cast several levitation spells on himself, and in the end he couldn't avoid falling on the hard floor, and his back hurt even more.Harry reached out his hand to touch the clothes and couldn't help howling, the whole palm was covered with blood.

"Harry?" A familiar golden head poked out of the window.