the Gambler

Flint nearly fainted.Every time when he felt that he was about to lose consciousness, the snake would increase the force to wake him up because of the pain.Riddle has now retreated one meter away, looking at the struggling wizard with a posture of watching a performance, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.The entire classroom unconsciously held their breath as they watched the snake's head approach Flint's carotid artery.

"I lose!" Flint yelled, already feeling his cold teeth against his skin.

"I said duel until one of them is too weak to lift a wand."

"I can't hold my wand anymore!" Flint wanted to let go of his hand, but was horrified to find that the little green snake that appeared at no time had wrapped his entire fist, making him unable to break free no matter what.Those who understand the current situation are choking.From the very beginning, Riddle didn't think of letting anyone go, he was just showing his strength unilaterally, or rather - Draco swallowed the hard object that blocked his throat, he was just venting his anger.The blond wizard looked at his trembling fingers. He didn't know what kind of mentality his father had when facing the Dark Lord, but now he felt that he should not be much worse.

"Sorry, I almost forgot that mambas are poisonous," Riddle waved his wand, and the snake wrapped around Flint turned into a red and black one. He smiled at the relieved wizard, "This is Chi Lian , will not die, only a little pain."

As soon as the words fell, the snakes repeatedly bit poor Flint viciously. The screams made everyone shrink back involuntarily, as if the snakes would turn their heads and attack them.Draco cast his eyes on the door, he desperately hoped that some night-walking professor would find this classroom, knowing too well the power of the Silencing Charm cast on the door lock, the only one who could come to the cellar could be their dean.

Riddle folded his arms against the wall. Flint had been screaming for five minutes, and he was getting tired.Noticing Flint's pleading eyes, he raised his wand and tapped it lightly on the snake's head. Flint's whole body fell heavily to the ground, and the protruding stone stuck into the wound without making the snake move.His wand fell not far away.Riddle took out a small bottle of blood-replenishing potion from his pocket, opened Flint's jaw, and poured the whole potion into it.

Draco looked at the potion in surprise. Its effect was better than that of Healing Wing. After about 3 minutes, Flint seemed to be lying on the ground and fell asleep. Except for the deep fear in his eyes, there was nothing One can guess what he went through.

Riddle straightened the folds of his robe caused by squatting, and waved to the two closest people to drag Flint away, who was still unable to move. Instead, he turned his attention to Pansy, who was still spinning in mid-air, tears had already shed All over her cheek, Pansy choked up and begged for forgiveness.Riddle used the wind blade to cut open the vine that was entangled with the girl vertically, and the vine whip that was divided into multiple strands slapped the girl's body time and time again following the direction of the wind.This torture lasted only 3 minutes, and the wind gradually died down. Pan Xi knelt on the ground with a pale face and vomited continuously.

"I don't like to be disobedient." Riddle said indifferently, his wand was still playing with his fingertips, his sharp eyes swept over everyone's faces, satisfied with their fearful expressions, Riddle seemed to even become happier , "Remember what I said today."

Tom hadn't come back when Harry returned to the suite. He didn't want the latter to see the scar on his arm, so he quickly changed into his pajamas and hid it under the quilt. He was quite tired today, and fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow , I don't know how long it took, the other side of the bed sank, and the warmth radiated from another body to him.Harry sighed and leaned against each other in his sleep.

The sun crept into the heavy curtains quietly, and the eyelids were warmly illuminated. Harry struggled to open his eyes, and he was curled up on the left side of the bed, where Tom originally belonged, and Tom had disappeared long ago.He pressed his palm to the surface of the sheet, which was still warm.The boy turned back to his side, and reached out to grab the alarm clock on the bedside table. The hands on it were still pointing at the number six, and Harry grunted and got up from the bed.He was worried about letting Tom walk around. Damn, didn't that guy know how to rest?God knows there are no classes before nine o'clock today!

Tom was sitting near the window, the book spread out on his lap was a battered manuscript Harry had seen a few times, and the threads were all loose.Noticing Harry's eyes looking up in greeting, Tom threw the books on the table without hesitation, took out the textbooks he wanted to use from a nearby bookshelf, and stuffed them into his schoolbag along with the manuscript.

"We should go down to have breakfast——" Tom watched Harry frantically pick up the book that he had knocked over. Every time he moved, his left arm would involuntarily stiffen, and a slight pain appeared on his face. He walked quickly Coming up to Harry, "Show me your hands."

"No." Harry turned his head and stuffed the things into his backpack.

"Hand over here!" Tom's hand was blocked by Harry, who turned his back to look at him.

"No! This is my own business! It has nothing to do with you!"

"What's going on?" Tom's face turned cold, Harry put his left hand behind his back and took a few steps back to put distance between them.

"I didn't even tell Ron and Hermione, let alone tell you!"

Tom sighed, and he also knew that he was not qualified to take care of all Harry's affairs, and he hadn't been able to switch from the position of soul mate to friend yet.He has no friends, doesn't know when to back off or go forward, subconsciously he still thinks of Harry as his own.Tom took the other's schoolbag from Harry's hand, and Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"Bringing things for you should be regarded as what a friend should do?"

Harry felt as if his heart was being pounded violently, and subtle emotions slowly grew. After all, this was the first time Tom admitted his friend's identity, and it seemed that the other party did intend to slow down.Harry chuckled, maybe Dumbledore would find a way to send the boy back before it was time to act as a lover.Well, if he was being honest with himself, he would find Tom's behavior quite attractive.

Gryffindor quickly followed the pace of the person in front, and turned to look at Tom's gloomy face. Perhaps the other party had never been rejected before, so he was more vulnerable?Harry felt a little guilty, and he hesitated to ask: "Well, how is your situation? I mean, yesterday afternoon, that poodle—er, Parkinson seemed very dissatisfied with you?"

Tom turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, and he smiled brightly, even his eyes sparkled.

"one stone two bird."

Riddle escorted Potter to the long table in Gryffindor, and put the schoolbag on his shoulder next to the boy under everyone's horrified gazes. He nodded to the mudblood and the pure-blood traitor, and turned to walk towards Slytherin's room. direction.Potter raised his head and glanced this way, and couldn't help but sneer, he could see that the effect of the rectification was immediate, the poisonous snakes who were still discussing in low voices instantly quieted down, and followed Riddle's figure with their eyes, until the other party was facing the teachers and staff. sit down at the end of the long table.Before the new Slytherin Snake King moved his knife and fork, none of the Slytherins spoke. They waited silently for each other to nod before restoring the original atmosphere, but their voices were significantly lower.

"Uh, Riddle, can I ask a question?" Bryce looked carefully at Riddle who was a few seats away, and the latter put down his knife and fork to give him full attention. This serious look made Bryce S is a little nervous.He took a deep breath and asked, "Will your relationship with Potter affect Slytherin and Gryffindor House?"

This question made Riddle show an interested expression. He raised his chin and raised the corner of his mouth: "What is our relationship? You can tell me what you think."

"Um, I'm not sure, but you guys are really close, like friends or something deeper?"

"The deeper kind?" Riddle really laughed out loud this time. Bryce knew that the other party was in a good mood. It seemed that he was now Riddle's boring thing, although it would never let him describe himself that way. It's better to please someone than to annoy them.Bryce's mother is a well-known black widow in the magic world. She is glamorous and frequently changes her husband. She has extraordinary eyesight and IQ, and those also flow into Bryce's blood.He would rather slowly fan the current tense power struggle within Slytherin, and take over when they both lose.By them he meant Flint and Pansy, who were watching Riddle with fiery eyes, and Draco, who was watching, and even if the latter hadn't moved, Bryce knew that Malfoy's love of power would always make him Draco joins the fray.

Bryce pondered how to choose his words, and finally dared to answer Riddle's question: "Lover or bed//partner?"

"Neither of them." Riddle took out a bagel from the dinner plate in front of him. He had already returned to his original indifferent expression, and he had obviously lost interest in this topic. Seriously, what answer could Riddle expect? Leitling was a far cry from his time.He tore off a small piece of bread and chewed it carefully, took a sip of the strong coffee and spoke again: "At the moment I don't care about anything that happens to Harry, as long as it's enough to entertain me."

Yes, Tom wouldn't mind if those poor creatures were acting Slytherin if they could pull Harry out of the lion's skin, three months spent on Harry was a bit longer than his usual time solving mysteries, He needs to use other avenues to speed up the catalysis of events.Harry has the ability to ensure his own safety. Tom believes in the great potential contained in the boy's thin body. As long as he hangs his breath and persists to the medical wing, he can't kiss the foot of Death's robe in Hogwarts.

"Does that mean we can do whatever we want?" Pansy asked excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy at the imminent revenge, and the girl's body leaned forward towards the long table, almost knocking over goblet.Draco frowned. In his impression, Pansy wasn't cunning enough, but she wasn't stupid enough either. Didn't she hear that Riddle called Harry?This is the most obvious warning. The fuzzy line is placed there, and only ignorant people will try it.Without reminding Pansy of his plan, he still needs time to figure out Riddle's temperament, except for being cruel, cunning and powerful.

"Anything," Riddle repeated.

Pansy rubbed her hands together excitedly, her eagerness to impress her new owner blinding her to the glint in Riddle's eye that came when a viper was teasing a mouse.

Although Tom's eyes tell of the cruel consequences of crossing the line, he has the appearance of a perfect model student, and he even wears a charming smile that can charm all girls and some boys.He could catch a glimpse of many students casting fascinated glances at him, talking behind him about how handsome, charming and powerful he was, and how humble he was—he couldn't help but sneer inside, yay, humble.Tom will use this illusion to achieve his own goals. First, he must escape Dumbledore's radar. The old man sitting in the teaching chair has been staring at him like a vulture since he entered the auditorium. Slytherin The apparent distribution of power is exactly the same as it was 50 years ago, and he should indeed be on his guard.Tom held the coffee cup and smiled at Dumbledore, who returned the same false smile.

Address the most important issues first.

Who is Tom Riddle in this time and place?