the Gambler

After that duel, no matter who they met, they would look at Harry with that kind of respectful eyes, which made the boy very uncomfortable.Those who were more familiar would even pat Harry on the shoulder and praise his performance. Harry was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Hermione found out that he was not used to it, and the three of them left the lounge tacitly to avoid most of the people. Quietly review your lessons in the Room of Requirement.

Harry flipped through his divination textbook. He tried very hard to gather his energy and write down the messy signs and meanings, but his attention kept slipping away.He resignedly threw the book on the table, and sat cross-legged on the soft carpet. Ron next to him seemed to have received a will, and quickly gave up pretending to sit cross-legged beside Harry.Hermione closed the book and faced Harry. The latter realized that the witch wanted to talk, and he hurriedly said, "Oh, Hermione, I don't want to talk about Tom."

"But it's really unwise for you to provoke him," murmured Hermione. "You shouldn't provoke him on purpose. He's dangerous."

Harry sighed, this is what he heard the most these days, especially after the accident this morning, Hermione's plan to mention Tom several times was stopped by Harry.To be honest, Hermione was like a bug that got under his skin for Harry now, and he knew it wasn't right to think of his friend that way, but Harry was really annoyed, and this topic should have ended long ago.

"It was dangerous but Harry did a great job!" Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, put the other's head under his armpit and ravaged the boy's hair hard, Harry was overwhelmed by Ron's joy uncontrollably Infected, they simultaneously fell on the carpet laughing.

"Boys," Hermione said resignedly, although she was glad to see the performance of the two.

Ron put his arms around Hermione's waist and pulled the witch off the sofa. The witch almost fell into the gap between him and Harry. The two of them reached out their hands to block the gap between Hermione's head and the floor. They waited until they were sure that nothing happened. .The three looked up at the same time as the starry sky inlaid on the ceiling was constantly changing.It was a peaceful afternoon, and Hermione couldn't help but wonder how many more afternoons like this they would have.The older Voldemort must have been on the move.

"By the way, my parents will travel to America this year, so I have to stay with you this holiday." Hermione said suddenly, Ron blushed with excitement, his eyes seemed to be glued to Hermione, Completely ignoring Harry who was snickering next to him.

"Oh, I didn't know you'd come." Ron rubbed his hands uneasily. "Mom will be very happy. She's good at making macarons, round biscuits and gingerbread men. They taste delicious. You'll definitely like them." Yes. Oh, I forgot you don't like sweets. Uncle is a dentist. You must be very protective of your teeth. Maybe I can ask my mother to make you bacon chicken pie and cream of mushroom soup? Actually lasagne is also good, what sauce do you like Sauce? Ketchup salsa or Thousand Island—”

"It's not the first time I've seen you, remember?" Hermione held Ron's face to stop the latter from chattering.

"But I didn't have time to tell my mother about our relationship. She would probably faint from excitement. She likes you very much."

"In fact, I think she already guessed it," Hermione recalled the knowing smile on Mrs. Weasley's face whenever she caught herself alone with Ron. Hermione blushed, "Maybe the whole Weasley Lai family, you are the last to realize, you are a little slow, aren't you?"

"Oh—" Ron drawled, looking even more embarrassed, and Harry wondered if he'd put the parchment on his friend's face and the heat would burn it.

"By the way, Harry, will you take Marvolo back this time?" Hermione turned her head and asked, this question caught Harry off guard, and he thought for a while and shook his head.

"I don't know, the headmaster hasn't contacted me, nor has anyone else."

"Then you should ask and tell Professor McGonagall the current situation," Hermione said firmly. "I think they should take Marvolo's awareness of his identity into consideration."

"We'd better go now, we're only hours away from home." Ron stood up.

"Albus already guessed it, he wants you to take Tom back, who knows what kind of stupid things he will do when he stays in school." Professor McGonagall said dissatisfiedly, Harry was not surprised at all, after all, Deng Bullido, he should have known.

"But then the secret of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not—" Hermione couldn't understand this decision.

"That's why we have to monitor him closely." McGonagall interrupted Harry's quick rebuttal, and the witch had the same puzzled expression on her face.

Harry waited for a while without seeing any explanation from the dean, and he guessed that he couldn't find out more information from the other party.Before the three of them left, McGonagall took out a photo frame with a weird cat pattern drawn from the drawer and handed it to Hermione, telling them that it was a port key, which would be activated on time 10 minutes after dinner ended.

Hermione carefully stuffed the photo frame into her pocket, and she pointed at the Slytherin in front of her, blocking the way, and Harry's vigilance suddenly emerged.He didn't intend to face Tom so soon, he meant to drag him directly to the castle gate after dinner, and he didn't want to deal with that bastard at all.Tom leaned against the wall, his casual attitude making Harry increasingly uncomfortable.

"I don't know why you're here." Harry tried to walk around Tom, who grabbed his arm.

"I'm looking for you, it's obvious." Tom replied, and he glanced at the other two who were waiting in line, "There's nothing for you two here."

"We're not leaving Harry here alone." Hermione took a bold step forward.

"Don't let me get you away, I can't guarantee whether you will be greeted by Gryffindor Tower or St. Mungo's Hospital." Tom said bluntly, the coldness in his eyes made Hermione stiffen, but the witch still Insist on not moving half a point.

"Go and pack your things, Hermione, and if it's convenient for me." Harry moved in the direction of the two of them, blocking the path of Tom's stare with his body.Hermione hesitated, she knew very well that Harry had packed his things long ago, and noticing the boy's determined gaze, she nodded and pulled the bewildered Ron away.

Harry refocused on the person in front of him. Seeing that Tom didn't intend to speak first, Harry pushed the other person away and walked down the stairs quickly. He could feel Tom following closely behind him.Harry sighed: "You don't need to follow me, Riddle. This is such a waste of your precious time."

"It's sad that it's not Tom anymore, but don't worry, I like it," Tom's teasing voice came from behind, "No one can stop me from doing what I want, dear Harry. "

"Don't call me Harry, only those who are my friends are qualified to call me that, and you are obviously not one of them!"

"So unfriendly, sweetheart?" Tom picked up the pace to catch up with Harry, he could clearly see the look of disgust on the other's face.

"Shut up." Harry looked away.

"Small biscuits?" Tom changed his nickname.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Choose one then." Tom spread his arms and spoke in that compromising manner, which made Harry feel for a moment that he was being treated like a child by the tall boy, and he stomped his feet hard, venting all his anger on the floor superior.

"Harry is fine." The boy took a deep breath. He never thought that Tom could be such a rascal. Damn it, he has no shame at all!The whole hallway is watching them closely!He could just imagine how the gossip market at Hogwarts would work.Harry continued to pick up his pace, trying to get away from Tom, who maintained the same speed with ease, with a happy expression on his face.It was a strange feeling, Harry thought, with almost all the students peeking at them curiously.He could hear Tom chuckling, and even if it sounded nice, he wasn't in the mood to talk to that weird Slytherin.Seriously, Tom's mood changes faster than girls!

arrive!Harry applauded himself mentally, and he rushed to the door of the auditorium in just 3 minutes!Just shake off Tom and they'll scatter on both ends!Harry stretched out his hand excitedly, and as soon as he touched the cold handle, someone grabbed his arm and turned half of his body, directly facing Tom's handsome face.The close distance made Harry's eyes widen in surprise, and he took a step back involuntarily, and Tom followed suit to close the gap until the boy's back touched the wall.

Tom bent down and put his arms around Harry's shoulders, trapping the boy in the tight space.He watched excitedly as Harry's uneasiness was written all over his cheeks, and the muscles under his clothes tensed, as if he was waiting for the moment to bite Tom back.

"Want to run away from me then?" Tom said softly, pressing his lips to Harry's earlobe, who shivered from the warm breath and quickly turned his head away.Tom watched Harry's fists clenched and then loosened. It was a small gesture when the other party relieved his anger, and he knew it all too well.Harry didn't like his own overly intimate physical contact, but Tom enjoyed the uneasiness of a young boy, and he liked to slowly push the other side's bottom line.

"You can't respect other people's private space?" Harry finally couldn't bear the whispers of the crowd, he stared angrily at Tom's violent blue eyes like a storm, Harry's own also turned into a deep dark green, The boy's aggressive tone made Tom's nerves jump with excitement.

"You're nobody else, little lion." Tom put his fingers under Harry's chin, who shoved him away suddenly.

Harry straightened up and looked at Tom coldly: "Don't get burned, Riddle."

"My favorite thing is to play with fire." Tom quickly wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and trapped the boy back into his arms. He deliberately rubbed Harry's bare neck and opened his mouth. "Will you make me hot?" ?”

"Oh, it's more than hot, I wish I could burn you—" Harry raised his foot and stomped on Tom's foot, which only increased the strength of his arm, making him unable to breathe in pain.Harry slapped himself hard in the heart, and he could see the girls who just opened the door looked at them strangely, as if they were facing a delicious meal.Harry had goosebumps all over his body, and he didn't want to know what was going on in those witches' heads.

"I'm looking forward to it, Merry Christmas, my dear." Tom let go of Harry after saying that, and passed the boy into the Great Hall, leaving Harry alone under the skeptical gaze of everyone.

This is simply unreasonable!Harry lifted his clothes, his waist was clearly bruised.Tom is an absolute jerk!

In the end, Harry still didn't find a chance to talk to Tom about the holiday arrangements. The boy could only reluctantly face everyone's clear eyes, and went to the cellar to drag some arrogant bastard to the gate of the castle. Min was waiting patiently, while students who witnessed the duel in the morning and the flirt in the afternoon cast curious glances at the unexpected combination.Harry hoped that the long Christmas holiday would dilute the atmosphere of gossip.

At the moment when the port key was activated, Harry's stomach felt heavy, and he suddenly wanted to know what Dumbledore was thinking. This time, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix would show up. Is it really a wise choice to expose the secret to Tom?If Tom defected to Voldemort and told the snake-faced man the address of the headquarters, they would not even have a chance to resist.