the Gambler

Voldemort had woken up in a hospital bed in the hospital wing, his head was still in a daze, and his vision seemed to be filled with the last green light, the green light that shot towards him.He jumped up from the bed. The room was dark. He walked carefully to the door and put his hand on the brass handle.A pair of slender and graceful hands like a pianist, without the calluses caused by holding a magic wand for a long time, and, at the position of the ring finger, the ruby ​​ring on it sparkled under the light.

Voldemort suddenly had a frightening thought.He turned and walked to the bathroom. Under the dim light, the mirror reflected the image of young Tom.He reached up to touch his face, and Tom in the mirror did the same.Unbelievable, like he went back in time.Voldemort glanced down at the silver ring again. If Tom could travel through time, couldn't he?They are the same person, there is no doubt about it.Voldemort scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, his brain still aching from the sudden intrusion of messy memories.

The Harry who smiled, the Harry who was angry, the Harry who kissed him, the Harry who hugged him, the Harry who looked at him in panic with tears.

All Harry.

He wants to go back to the world with Harry.And Voldemort always gets what he wants.

He took a few heavy breaths, and the cold air poured into his hoarse and dry throat, and the smell of unknown potion that remained in his mouth was disgusting.Voldemort's eyes flickered, and a moment later, the wooden door leading to the ward opened. Headmaster Dippet and Professor Dumbledore walked in hurriedly, noticing Voldemort leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, with obvious surprised expressions on his face .

"I didn't expect you to wake up so early, Mr. Riddle." Principal Dippett said with joy, his sincerity was obvious, which is why Voldemort liked Dippett more than the cunning Dumbledore.Seriously, it would have been nicer if he had agreed to give himself the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship.

Even though he hated the surname Riddle, considering that he was Tom now, Voldemort straightened up and nodded respectfully.He was more than a dozen centimeters taller than Dippet, and he could look down on Dippet even in a submissive posture, all of which allowed his self-esteem to be well protected.Voldemort smiled, "I just woke up, sir."

"That would be great." Dippet gestured to Voldemort to sit down on the hospital bed, and was interrupted by the latter before he could open his mouth.

"Sorry, what time is it?"

Dippet and Dumbledore both looked puzzled.After Voldemort repeated the question again, Dippet replied dully: "June 1943, 6."

So this is the first three days of the young me appearing in the future.Voldemort leaned his body against the fluffy pillow, eyebrows raised high.Very interesting, three days later is the best opportunity to travel through time and space, and can be linked with the future.However, he needs to ensure that the big events that should happen will still happen, and he doesn't want to change too much history.

"—Tom? Tom Riddle?" Seeing that the boy hadn't spoken for a long time, Dippet worriedly called out several times.

"May I ask what's going on, Headmaster Dippet?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and the bright blue eyes behind the glasses swept across Voldemort's body like X-rays. The latter added silently in his heart, perhaps influenced by Harry, he also began to use Muggle Words are gone.Voldemort pulled a perfect smile and lied: "It seems that I have lost my memory before coma, and now my mind is in chaos."

"Actually we wanted to ask you the same question, dear Tom." Dippet was disappointed, but soon, this negative emotion was replaced by a serious attitude, "You suddenly disappeared after curfew , reappeared surrounded by a green light. It was a terrifying sight, and if Mrs. Couch hadn't checked and said you were just in a magical stupor, I would have thought someone had cast an Unforgivable Curse on you." He paused , carefully checking Voldemort's expression, "You really don't remember what happened?"

Voldemort shook his head.

"Anna Koch!" Dippet yelled loudly, the door of the next compartment was opened vigorously, and the young witch hurried over, looked at them anxiously, and finally rested her eyes on Voldemort.Mrs. Couch pursed her lips and asked uneasily, "Do you feel uncomfortable, Mr. Riddle?"

"Oh, no, that's not the problem, dear Anna." Dippet comforted the bewildered medical practitioner, "There is nothing wrong with your performance, it's just that Tom lost part of his memory, I hope you can be sure that will not affect the next life."

"Loss of memory?" Koki wrinkled her nose. She waved her wand, and several beams of light of different colors hit Voldemort's body, and finally turned into dazzling white light, slowly disappearing into the air.The witch shook her head and said affirmatively, "It's all right, Principal. Mr. Riddle will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

"Then you should have a good rest now." Dippet relaxed, patted Voldemort on the shoulder, his eyes quickly scanned the pile of presents at the foot of the bed, "It seems that your admirers can finally rest assured that you need to let Will Horace help you tell Malfoy that they're coming to get you out of the hospital? I guess they'd be happy."

"No need to trouble them, sir, I feel very healthy, thank you for your concern." Voldemort smiled charmingly, Dippet nodded, and strode away from the hospital wing, followed by Dumbledore, the door closed, and he His eyes rested briefly on the Slytherin boy's ring, and Voldemort lowered his eyelids, pretending to be innocent.

After making sure that the footsteps were out of hearing range, Voldemort finally couldn't suppress a loud laugh, which probably hadn't been so pleasant for a long time, which made his chest constrict and ache.He stretched out his hand to turn the red gemstone, feeling the buzzing magic on it, a warm current penetrated from his fingers into his aching heart, as if wrapped in tenderness, and the itchy tingling disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Magic is a wonderful thing.

Everything has a reasonable explanation, why Tom has a particularly strong magic power base that can even rival him.Who would have thought that Tom was not his past, but his future?To be correct, Tom in the past has always existed and pushed the gears of history, otherwise there would be no Voldemort, let alone the possibility of standing in front of Harry.In other words, fate made a joke, sending Voldemort 53 years later to the past, and letting him find ways to 'force' himself to collect Horcruxes, and go to the future with lost memories and Tom's identity.

The inexplicable soul connection, the flashback spell of the wand, Diggory's hesitant expression, and the old scars—it's like a ball of tangled old yarn. After finding the needed thread, all the confusion suddenly clears up.Because he is Voldemort, and fate determines that they are different bodies of the same individual, so there is no space-time paradox from the beginning, and the disappearance of the name on the scroll of the Department of Mysteries means recombination.

Now he has to make some preparations to make sure everything goes well in the future.

Voldemort took a deep breath, and he recalled everything about the green-eyed boy in his mind, like drinking a bowl of hot soup in the cold winter, and the memory alone made him shiver with joy, and the magic was more like a long-dormant The storm rushed to the fingertips overwhelmingly.He swung his wand vigorously, and silver-white mist emerged from the tip of the wand, slowly condensing into the appearance of a basilisk.Voldemort never imagined that he would be able to successfully cast the Patronus Charm one day.Like a miracle, Harry created the impossible.

Under the coquettishness of the basilisk, he couldn't help laughing. After a few minutes of cultivating feelings with his new patron saint, the beautiful silver-white creature crawled out of the window. There was the sound of messy footsteps, and Abraxas Malfoy appeared in front of him panting.

"Tom, I didn't know you could cast the Patronus Charm! This is really wonderful!" Abraxas shouted excitedly.

"Yes, Abraxas, it's impossible for you to know all my secrets, isn't it?" Voldemort tilted his head to observe the flushed face of the other party, exactly the same as your grandson, he sneered in his heart, the genes of the Malfoy family are simply better than magic Also amazing.

Confused by Voldemort's intent gaze, Abraxas cleared his throat forcefully.It's not that he doesn't like the full attention of others, damn it, no one can resist Voldemort's charm, and as Malfoy, they always have a special desire for beautiful and powerful people, but Tom rarely does Candid - candid?Maybe, at least he can clearly see that the other party is not calculating him, and he seems to be in a happy mood?

"Are you alright?"

"Of course. Or do you want something to happen to me?"

"How is that possible!" Abraxas shouted loudly, realizing his gaffe, he rubbed his arms uneasily, glanced at Voldemort secretly, and was surprised to find that the other party didn't mean to be offended, and he seemed to be in a good mood.Abraxas let out a long sigh of relief, took out a wooden box from his arms and opened it, revealing the [-]% new diary inside.

Voldemort took over his diary from Abraxas. Since Tom's existence did not distort history, he had a bold idea.He needs to create another Tom Riddle, someone who can move the story forward.As for the inevitable death of the Potters, he would compensate Harry with eternal happiness.Of course, first of all, it must be ensured that the other party will be completely transformed into the soul piece in Harry's body under the joint action of the killing curse and the soul contract, and Voldemort no longer needs it.

Yes, now he wants to make the soul piece in the diary have a physical body, maybe that Mudblood Myrtle in Ravenclaw is a good choice, her vitality is the only thing of value.

"I hope you haven't told anyone about this diary?"

"Absolutely not, I can swear on my life!"

"Very good," Voldemort quickly drew out his wand, aimed it at Abraxas' wide eyes, "forget it all!"

Back to the Slytherin lounge through the secret passage, Voldemort threw the unconscious Abraxas on the bed. Except for Alphard Black who turned over, everyone else seemed to be in a deep sleep, and there was a slight snoring sound from time to time. The dormitory rang.He snorted softly, and took off the curtains surrounding his bed. The silver and green flannel was very similar to his 'home', the only thing missing was a warm body close to him.Voldemort closed his eyes and really relaxed completely. He needed patience, and it was only three days.

He remembered Trelawney's prophecy—

[Two dark green snakes are intertwined, one of which appears out of thin air, and another small fiery red snake.The two will fight each other until one succumbs to the other. 】

Yes, Voldemort and Tom, who were one at the beginning, are the dark green snake, and Harry is the fiery red snake.And the prophecy couldn't be more obvious, one yields to the other, because there are never only two players.

He - Voldemort is the biggest gambler.