the Gambler

The day passed quickly, and Harry couldn't imagine the day when he would be addicted to books.The ancient rune is indeed interesting knowledge, especially after you understand it, it has a special rhyme when read out, which sounds like a chanting by a shaman in a Muggle movie when offering sacrifices.There is no distinction between black and white runes. Tom said that he is closer to gray magic, but the ancient runes taught by Hogwarts are the most basic parts that can be identified as white magic.In fact, it is enough for ordinary final exams to be able to translate documents correctly.

When the four of them were standing on the stairs leading to the auditorium, Tom stopped suddenly, took Harry's arm and explained: "I left something in the library. Come back in 10 minutes, you go to dinner first."

Harry nodded, nothing serious would happen in such a short amount of time.It wasn't until Tom quickly disappeared around the corner that he realized that it was he and not Tom who had the accident.Walking across from the three was the Slytherin Quidditch team, walking in the middle were Monta and Malfoy, the latter was telling some joke loudly, the others were clearly amused, they all uttered giggling.Malfoy glanced at Harry and tilted his head to signal the others not to start a dispute, but this was quickly drowned out by Monta's sneer.

There was a moment of annoyance on Malfoy's face, and he quickly returned to his expressionless expression.He had warned Monta in advance, but he had no power to forbid their actions.Flint obviously didn't get Riddle's instructions to the group of big, muscular, simple-minded men.On the day when Riddle confirmed his status in Slytherin, some Quidditch teams happened to be training, and they didn't know how cruel the opponent used to settle everyone.

Glancing at Harry again, Malfoy walked a little further away from the confrontation and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his blue-gray eyes watching the development of the situation indifferently.Monta took the opportunity to sneer at Malfoy's cowardly behavior loudly, and the latter didn't even look at him, but just stared straight at Harry.As a Malfoy, it was far more important to play it safe than foolishly challenge Riddle's authority.

Several people from other colleges had just turned the corner, and when they saw the tense situation here, they retreated quickly, and soon there were only two groups of people left in the entire corridor.Peeves emerged from the classroom next to him. He was very excited by the formation. The water balloons in his hand rained down on everyone. Harry dodged them one by one relying on the dexterity of a Seeker. Hermione couldn't hold back the threat that the troublesome ghost—the bloody Barrow was nearby, so Peeves ran away disheveledly with his tail between his legs.Hermione angrily cast a warming spell on herself, her clothes were wet a lot, and she could only shiver in the cold air.

Montague wasn't faring much better, and his bulky frame was an easier target, which made him even angrier at seeing Harry intact: "Thinking of yourself, Potter?"

"Obviously yes, considering you're no different than falling into the Black Lake." Harry sneered, "Looks like Quidditch training doesn't do much for you, I haven't seen such a clumsy person since Flint Well, your father also spent money to stuff you in?"

"Shut up, Potter. I don't need a father." Monta said angrily. He glanced back at Malfoy, who was still expressionless, and returned his attention to Harry. "It seems That Malfoy kid is afraid of you, but I'm not, I could break your neck with just my fingers."

Harry opened his round eyes exaggeratedly, his expression was innocent and terrified, and his voice was raised a lot: "I thought you were a wizard! Beat me with melee combat instead of magic? It seems that I misunderstood, you are more Like a squib." Ron couldn't help but sneer, and even Hermione's mouth curled up.

Being said to be a squib made Monta's face turn blue with anger, and he reached out and tried to grab Harry's neck, which was easily dodged by the latter.Harry laughed at the big Slytherin: "Do you really want to do it? You really let me down. I thought you would at least use a levitation spell to show yourself as a wizard, or is this too much for you?" It's difficult."

Monta's whole body was trembling with anger, and Harry noticed that many Slytherins were also covering their mouths. Obviously, that group of stupid little snakes didn't even have the concept of unity. He instantly understood Tom's dissatisfaction, at least Malfoy three The group will also unanimously external.

"I'll let you know that pure blood is infinitely better than you bastards!" Monta raised his wand, and a red light shot out from the tip of the wand. Harry quickly pushed the stunned Hermione aside. After rolling a few times on the floor, Ron stood less than three steps away from the spell shooting line, and seemed to easily avoid it.

The three quickly raised their wands and pointed at the Slytherins who were also posing.

"Tarantella dance!" Harry yelled, because the Slytherins were huddled together and it was difficult to dodge, and the cursed Higgins' legs kept shaking. There is a muffled sound every time the beat of the tap is jumped.

"Hurrah!" Hermione easily flicked Pussy's spell, and she cast 'Armor Protection' around the three of them. Ron seized the opportunity to use the petrification spell on the black-haired Slytherin, who He fell heavily to the ground.

"It seems that even with a large number of people, you can't find the slightest advantage." Harry took a step forward, "Squibs also come from pure blood, and I always think it's because you have nothing to be proud of, but Look down on other people because of their blood."

"You dirty half-breed!"

"A hybrid that can easily trample you down?" Harry moved closer, and now he was less than a meter away from Monta, who was tied to the ground and couldn't move. Harry bent over and looked at him , "Maybe you're a half-breed too?"

"Shut up, I'm pure blood!"

"Oh, I mean mixed with troll blood - considering how similar you and the one I saw in first year." Harry sneered, "I've heard that some old wizarding families have mixed magical creatures Bloodline, obviously your Monta family chose trolls, otherwise few are so stupid as to—”

"Shut up!" Monta glared at Harry viciously, as if his glint would make the boy back away.

"Thanks to your presence, I'm about 8 minutes late for dinner," Harry wrinkled his nose. "It's almost time for Marvolo to show up."

In fact, Tom never left from the beginning, but found a more suitable position for observation.He had heard from Flint a long time ago that Monta had the idea of ​​leading someone to attack Harry. Originally, he should have directly punished that stupid Slytherin, but the little conflict with Harry some time ago made him want to monitor the boy's strength. idea.

He wondered what Harry was like when he wasn't in front of him.

Tom's eyes moved involuntarily to Harry, the boy's posture shouted war, but his expression was neutral, Tom could see the flames burning in Harry's eyes.interesting.Tom was sure Harry had fared better last time in Slytherin, who obviously didn't mind showing his fierce side in the snake's den.In front of Weasley and Granger, Harry is more like a brave lion, a real Gryffindor.

Tom snorted, and he came out of the corner where he was hiding, and walked slowly between the two groups.

"Stand back." Tom said coldly after untying the spell on Slytherin, everyone except Monta took a step back and bowed their heads respectfully.

"Why are we holding back! You're a Mudblood aren't you?" Monta growled, his nostrils flared. "Riddle isn't a pureblood family name."

"You're not as smart as your teammates, are you?" Tom put his wand on Monta's chin, his eyes hardened, "If you must know, I can tell you I'm a half-breed," he turned to look at Harry At a glance, "I despise the half-breed who can stain the soles of your shoes even if you step on you." This is obviously what Tom didn't tell Slytherin, and their faces are not very good-looking. It's obviously not a comfortable idea to be under a mixed blood pressure.

"You are the illegitimate child of a pure-blood family." Monta was very confident in his guess, "An ancient and noble family, this is why you are so powerful, it explains the story Dumbledore fabricated very well. That adult knows your true origin, and he is very optimistic about you."

"I don't care what he thinks. As for bastards? No, I don't."

"Then what is your real identity?"

"Didn't anyone tell you that real Slytherins never make unprofitable exchanges? I thought your head full of air was still useful," Tom whispered in Latin, and Monta fell to the ground, in the panic of everyone He kept struggling, writhing, and screaming in his eyes, as if something was torturing him.

"You, what did you do to him?" A choked voice emerged from the witch's throat, and she looked at Monta with tears on her face in horror.

"It's just a nightmare." Tom lifted the spell casually, and Monta's shrill screams turned into intermittent whimpers, "Although I don't like arguing with idiots, I have to tell you clearly," Tom pulled Monta's skirt In a daze, he lifted the tall Quidditch captain off the ground, and his vicious tone made everyone onlookers shudder, "I don't allow anyone to be disrespectful to me. Don't think that you can be kept at Hogwarts, I have a million ways to get past death and torture you, and no one can stop me, not even Dumbledore."

Monta reached out to release Tom's restraint, but was stared back by the latter's cold eyes.Tom said slowly: "I can torture you slowly, and pull you back when you are about to be hooked by death. To me, you are like garbage, and you are only worthy of fun to relieve boredom," He let go, Monta's feet softened, and Tom smiled cruelly, "Oh, sorry, you don't even have the capital to be fun."

"Although I hate hempseeds, I hate self-righteous purebloods even more. As Harry said, if the current purebloods have this virtue, no wonder they are laughed at." Tom pointed to Hermione and said, "Even a mudblood They can despise you, I think you might as well kneel down and lick their toes."

Hermione opened her mouth in disbelief, and the other Slytherins looked offended.

"If you want to prove your status, you need to at least show the corresponding ability," Tom turned and pulled Harry, and walked around the silent Slytherins without looking back. Harry noticed Malfoy nod to him unexpectedly regards.Tom stopped suddenly, and dropped a sentence: "Actually, no one is more suitable to lead Slytherin than me. I hope no one will be stupid enough to provoke me again in the future."