the Gambler

"As you all know, he's Harry Potter." Tom said Harry's name casually as if flicking a feather, noticing that the whole lounge was silent for a moment waiting for his explanation, Tom signaled Flint to take a step forward , "This is Marcus Flint, he is now my deputy."

Harry and Flint examined each other, the disgust in their eyes palpable.There was clearly a connection, and Tom smiled, enjoying the animosity of their handshake, Flint's knuckles were white, and he must have used a lot of force to cause Harry pain.This Slytherin was a vicious batsman, Tom had heard how strong he was, but it was Harry who really surprised him, who didn't show a trace of expression, as if it wasn't him who was making the gurgling protests from his bones .

"I'm honored." Flint grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"It has to be," Harry said without tremors in his voice, "considering you want to have a bat in your hand now, and aim the Bludger at my head again and again."

"There will be a chance, Potter, this quarter's game is about to start." Flint's smile began to turn sinister, watching Harry's expression like a fly on fat.There were titters from all over the lounge.

Not caring about other people's ridicule at all, Harry stood up straight, his chin lifted high, and he pulled out a proud smile that was no different from Malfoy, as if the other party was a dreamy three-year-old, and his voice was also Full of disdain: "Yeah, protect your stupid head, because I can't guarantee that I will leave you unscathed."

"Draco Malfoy." The blond wizard walked up to Harry gracefully, without any expression on his face. Harry was used to the obvious malice shown by the other party, so he was a little surprised by this mature greeting. However, he quickly collected his emotions and quickly let go of Malfoy's hand.

"Pansy Parkinson." The pug looked disdainfully as she scanned Harry up and down, wrinkling her nose.

Zabini's chuckle seemed to have caught the attention of others, and the entire lounge erupted in cheerful laughter as if suddenly realizing it.Parkinson gave Zabini a hard look, then turned to Harry and said firmly, "You're not pretty at all."

Harry raised his eyebrows almost to the tips of his hair, clearly not the way he'd expected to greet him.Tom watched Parkinson's body with narrowed eyes, and said in a calm tone stating the facts: "Although I prefer the word handsome, it is more than enough compared to yours. At least in the dictionary, the beautiful explanation is completely different from yours. Unrelated."

Zabini nodded eagerly, and many boys almost fell off their chairs laughing, while the girls covered their mouths and looked away, their shoulders kept shaking.Parkinson showed an obviously offended expression, his whole face flushed red, he took a few breaths and shouted: "What! You dirty half-breed—"

Tom raised his wand, Harry was faster than him, a Silencing Charm passed, the rest of Parkinson's words were blocked outside the eardrums, her lips squirmed but couldn't make a sound, Harry didn't even look away from her one.The initial shock passed, and Zabini got up from his seat. He bowed slightly to Harry, held the boy's hand firmly, and even gave Harry a friendly smile. The latter also smiled back, although a little Stiff, but clearly the best kindness he could show for Slytherins.

Tom sat down on the armchair in the middle, which was placed separately, and the four Slytherins who had just greeted Harry were sitting around the place facing Tom.Harry thought the scene looked like a small council of kings and ministers, with the throne at the front.He didn't know why he had such a weird association, maybe it had a lot to do with Tom's surging momentum.

Harry frowned, there was no room for him around, and Tom had no intention of interfering.He noticed a few Slytherins giving him those contemptuous looks from time to time, and chuckling with their hands over their mouths.

Obviously to humiliate him.

This realization made Harry very angry, and he glared at the blond wizard. This was Malfoy's suggestion, and he should be responsible for it to the end.Probably because Harry's gaze was too intense, Malfoy looked up at the boy with a vague expression.Harry saw him turn his head to look at the expressionless Tom, and then refocused his attention on Harry.Malfoy sneered, "Why don't you sit down, Potter?"

"Where is there a place to sit?" Harry asked angrily.Although he could conjure up a chair, this show of weakness was not allowed, and Harry couldn't do what they wanted.

"Find a place," Malfoy said quietly.

Malfoy's eyes seemed to suggest something, and Harry tilted his head in thought.

Find your place among the Slytherins.

That's what Malfoy really meant, and the corners of Harry's lips curled up. He didn't expect to be drawn into the Slytherin Game of Thrones so soon.Now his every move will affect the next development, Harry must be careful every step of the way, and Tom obviously uses his attitude to show that he will not interfere.

Harry withdrew from their encirclement and stood with his back to the doorway.He narrowed his eyes and looked at the layout of the entire lounge. The entire arrangement was centered on Tom, Flint, Malfoy, Zabini, and Parkinson were the inner circle, the senior grades were in the middle, and the lower grades were in the outer circle. Radiate power outward.

Harry was not a Slytherin, he was an outsider who disrupted the game from the very beginning, and he would not submit to anyone.But he can't be equal to Tom, he needs a position that can explain his specialness.

A location outside the center of the Slytherin web and out of the way.Harry hadn't played that kind of game, and unlike Slytherin, Gryffindor seemed to automatically put him at the center.It made him sick to have him play tricks now, and it made Harry feel really, really sick to watch those poor people swarming around Tom like puppies, trying to get his attention.

Yay, he wants to do it.

Harry smiled slyly, an unexpected move, one that would obviously make the whole Slytherin angry, he didn't know what Tom would think of him, but he wanted to do it.It will be very pleasant, very pleasant.

"Marvolo." Harry said to Tom, and the eyes of the whole lounge were on Harry for an instant. He walked slowly to Tom and pulled out the holly wand from his pocket. He didn't care that this action made all Slater Lin's wand was pointed at himself.Harry just bent over to meet Tom's eye level. Surprise and interest flashed in the latter's eyes. Tom showed a charming smile that fully demonstrated his charm, and waited patiently for Harry's next move.

Harry put his hands on the armrests on either side of Tom's body, concentrated the magic where they touched, and with a sudden force, turned the whole chair half a turn, so that Tom's back was facing the other Slytherins.Malfoy's eyebrows were almost raised into his bangs.Harry took a step back, stretched out his wand and lightly tapped Tom's armchair, and an armchair that was identical except for its color appeared less than two meters in front of Tom.Harry straightened his body and sat back down, never taking his eyes off Tom's smiling brows.

The entire lounge became silent, and everyone held their breath watching the scene in front of them.

Riddle burst out laughing, and the melodious sound only made the Slytherins more nervous.

Draco narrowed his eyes, he had to admit that Potter made an interesting decision.

Potter is not in the Slytherin circle, and he does not intend to hand over his defenseless back to the enemy, which also shows that he has no intention of reorganizing the power structure.The position opposite Riddle implies that the other party positions himself as the Gryffindor Lion King who is equally compatible with the Slytherin Snake King. Even if there is no one behind him now, Draco believes that slowly, Potter's group will getting bigger.It surprised him, if before this semester he would never have believed that the stupid golden boy of Gryffindor would use the useless brain in his neck to think about such a problem, heck, he did hint at Potter, but Also holding the other side can not understand the mind.Draco began to doubt Potter's transformation.Obviously has a lot to do with Riddle.

Pansy suddenly stood up from her seat, she stared at the angry goldfish eyes, pouted and condemned Potter: "How dare you do such a thing!"

"What kind of thing did you do?" Potter asked back, he was still only staring at Riddle, and didn't pay any attention to Pansy, which made the latter even more annoyed, she quickly walked around Riddle's position and grabbed Potter shirt collar, hanging his face over the boy.Potter quickly reached out and twisted the other's wrist, the strength made Pansy wince.

"Stay away from me, scum." Potter's voice was cold.

When Potter said this, he still didn't look at the blushing Pansy. Draco noticed that the boy's eyes flickered, and he followed his gaze. Riddle at the end of his line of sight was no longer smiling. His eyes are as firm as diamonds.Draco felt drenched in icy water, and Riddle was visibly displeased, which could only have been caused by Pansy's sudden penetration.Thinking of Riddle's cruelty, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Pansy's stupidity. Didn't she learn a lesson after the last accident?Or has she been carried away by the desire to please Riddle?

Draco watched as Riddle held his wand in his palm, and when his lips parted to spit out a spell, the tip of Potter's wand shot a red light, Pansy spun hard and hit the stone wall hard, and the portrait hanging on it shook After a few moments, the lady inside complained dissatisfiedly, and ran to find someone to chat with.

Potter stood up slowly, looking at Pansy with extremely cold eyes. Draco had never seen the other party look at others with such eyes. Even though Draco often provoked Potter, his eyes were still burning with anger.However, this time was different. Potter walked up to Pansy and squatted down expressionlessly, poking the witch's neck with his wand.

"When I said fuck off, I wasn't kidding." Potter grabbed Pansy by the hair and lifted the girl's head so she could face himself. "You just can't learn your lesson, can you? Need to Shall I teach you another lesson?"

Pansy whimpered, looking at Potter with a mixture of fear and resentment.

"Don't underestimate your enemy, especially if the opponent is much stronger than you." Potter slowly moved his wand between Pansy's eyebrows, and didn't stop until the tip of Flint's wand touched the back of his head.The air in the entire lounge was unbearably heavy, and there was no sound at all.Potter got up with the same leisurely movement, and as soon as he reached the semi-squatting position, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Flint's wrist, staggering the direction of the tip of the stick, and swept his right foot across the opponent's knee. Potter's wand.

"This is not her class alone. Otherwise, how dare you think I came here?"

Riddle suddenly reached out and pulled Potter into his arms, hugging the relatively thin boy from behind.His chin rested on Potter's shoulder, his lips pressed against Potter's ear.Draco noticed that Potter's stiff body relaxed instantly, and then his entire face was like a ripe tomato, and his struggle only made Riddle hug him even tighter.

The whole lounge fell into deathly silence again, and all the Slytherins looked at the two in astonishment. Under their gaze, Potter stared at the shoes. It seemed that he was not used to such intimate behavior, Draco Suspected that he now desperately wished the floor would open a crack and swallow himself in.