the Gambler

Harry was finally discharged from the hospital after recuperating for two full months. This time, many people came to pick him up, especially Gryffindor. He suspected that everyone in the entire tower had come out.Harry also noticed that Cho was among the visiting crowd, and he avoided looking into the witch's eyes. What Tom made up last time made him embarrassed for a long time.

Under the sympathetic eyes of everyone, Harry twisted his body a few times uneasily, he knew that his face was covered with pale pink scars.He almost lost his life in an accident, and he was lucky to keep his magic power, not to mention that Madam Pomfrey promised that these traces would disappear soon, so the hideous appearance is not a concern now.Hermione saw her friend's discomfort, and she took a step forward, grabbing Harry's hands and squeezing them reassuringly, and Harry returned a small smile, even if it was more of a facial twitch.

"Do I look bad?" Harry said with difficulty.

"Your eyes are beautiful." Hermione quickly swept across the boy's face, and finally focused on the transparent emerald. Her tone was very sincere, which made Harry a little dumbfounded. He was still very grateful to Hermione for choosing The only part that can be evaluated is to cheer yourself up.

"Madame Pomfrey said she couldn't tolerate me taking up the bed and doing nothing," Harry explained, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the witch he was referring to looking at him with her hands on her hips, and hurriedly changed his words, "Thank her for her generosity, and persuaded me to treat her Eyesight, it's a gift, it will be more of an advantage next time you do Quidditch, won't it?"

"I just hope you don't lie down in the hospital wing next time, Mr. Potter, I'm a little tired of looking at your face." The witch teased, Harry showed a silly smile, and the other party's eyes softened instantly, and she opened her eyes. Opened his hands and drove out the students occupying the medical wing, "Leave now, the patients need to rest quietly."

"Although it will disturb your good mood, I still have to remind you that the OWLs exam is coming soon." On a sunny afternoon, Hermione finally pulled the two self-deceiving Gryffindors out of the dormitory, and the three of them sat around At the only empty round table in the lounge, the tense atmosphere drove them into a crazy test preparation mode very quickly.This is a common problem in all fifth graders. The teachers have long since stopped assigning homework. They cannot be distracted and think about other things. Almost all their spare time is spent on reviewing areas that may appear in the exam.The same is true for Harry, even Tom hasn't bothered him for a long time, everything seems to be back to the past.

Harry flipped through the ancient runes textbook full of notes, which he begged so hard from Hermione, and the witch forced himself to swear to listen carefully in the future, because the NEWTs exam was more difficult.The boy wailed and buried his head in the book. It couldn't be worse. The accidents that happened these days have caused him to lag a lot of progress. Simple passing seems like a fantasy.

Potions class was much worse than usual, Snape didn't even intend to give Harry a look, even though the potion in the cauldron turned into muddy mud, he ignored Harry, and even gave up deducting points .It looked like Sirius and Lupine hadn't mentioned Occlumency to Snape, and perhaps Snape hadn't agreed to it.Harry was so happy, just reviewing made him dizzy.

The whole grade was shrouded in an atmosphere of anxiety and quarrels occurred from time to time. Professor McGonagall understood everyone's irritability and turned a blind eye to it.A few days ago, Hannah Abbott even burst into tears in herbalism class, saying that she was too stupid to take the exam. Many Ravenclaw seniors began to sell strange refreshing potions. Of course, the best sellers were after-school Note, Harry and Ron wanted to come up with a booklet, but Hermione stopped them.

In the new week's Transfiguration class, McGonagall announced the specific arrangements for the exam. Harry's heart couldn't be more heavy. He didn't know how he dragged his heavy legs to the auditorium.During the meal, his mind was full of all kinds of spells, and he didn't even realize that the potatoes on the plate were gone.Hermione was worse than him. She always took out the book after eating two bites and looked at it. When Ron patted the witch's shoulder, Hermione's book fell heavily on the ground, and she stared at the instigator dissatisfied.

"Is that the examiner?" Ron asked, pointing to a group of unfamiliar wizards. Harry tilted his head and looked at them, not noticing that Tom was sitting next to him, and was taken aback when he turned around.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry said gruffly, Tom's relationship with him was even more unclear now, Harry thought that was closer to a friend, but the word itself was strangely placed between the young Dark Lord and himself .

"I feel that I need to help you. Your forehead lines are wrinkled." Tom poked a piece of chicken with Harry's fork and stuffed it into his mouth nonchalantly. "You look a little nervous, Harry."

"Forgive me for not having as good a brain as you, and by the way, remind you who I missed so many lessons because of." Harry snatched the fork back.

"Parkinson?" Tom raised half of his eyebrows, and he held his chin with his hands crossed, gracefully like a prince who came out of a hypocritical love story.

Harry elbowed the laid-back boy hard, and, hell, did Tom put his responsibility completely aside?Harry wouldn't be lying in the hospital wing if he wasn't promiscuous everywhere!He turned his head to look at the long silver and green table, the place next to Malfoy was unoccupied, and he scanned the entire Slytherin again, and Parkinson was not there either.Harry suddenly realized that he hadn't seen the witch for a long time. Seeing Tom's indifferent attitude made his chest tight and uncomfortable, and a not-so-good guess lingered in his heart.

"Where's Parkinson?"

Harry's words made everyone look up, their eyes cautiously flicked across Tom's face and then focused back on Harry.Hermione put the book in the bag, straightened her body and explained in a low voice: "Parkinson's suddenly entered St. Mungo's after you were hospitalized for a month. I saw her parents also came over. Both of them looked ugly. According to the gossip She is mentally unstable and is being treated by specific specialists."

Harry turned his proving eyes to Tom.

"Granger's news is not accurate. In fact, she somehow got the same curse as you, but you are not lucky. I guess she can only live like a squib for the rest of her life. It's too coincidental. Maybe Minerva should think about the whole thing. Hogwarts is investigating." Tom replied indifferently.The way he talked about his Parkinson's misfortune as if it were the tiniest thing made Harry cringe.Hermione stared at Tom suspiciously for a moment, and then closed her mouth when she saw nothing suspicious.

"Actually, I've read a lot of interesting books these days, and I want to discuss them with you, but—" Tom raised his eyelids to observe Harry's poor state carefully, and smiled very warmly, "Maybe I should consider The time is delayed until after the exam, and now you need tutoring even more."

So Tom is here on a special trip to provide tutoring opportunities?Maybe Tom isn't such a bad guy.This kind of accident is too surprising, Tom is a great teacher, in all fairness, he thinks the boy in front of him is better than all the professors he has ever met, especially he can always analyze Harry's weaknesses, and put those circles around Difficulties are reproduced in easy-to-understand language.It was largely Tom's credit that Harry was still able to barely keep up with the lessons.

"Are you going to help me prepare for the exam?" Harry still decided to make sure.

Tom nods.He still took care of using Harry's knife and fork, but in the eyes of the boy even his domineering became pleasing to the eye.After finishing dinner excitedly, Harry turned his expectant eyes to Tom, who slowly took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth.While waiting, he noticed that Hermione was winking at him, but his mind, dazzled by joy, couldn't understand what the witch meant.Hermione coughed loudly again.

"What's the matter?" Tom said unhurriedly, the witch looked away in embarrassment, and the dark-haired Slytherin clicked impatiently, grabbed Harry's arm and was about to go outside.

Hermione said hastily: "I want to participate too."

Tom noticed that many Gryffindors were also about to move, oh, it's been too long since he played a good trick on these stupid lions.Letting go of Harry's hand, Tom smiled gently at the expecting students: "No, it's appointment time."

Harry sat cross-legged near the fireplace, Tom summoned Winky, and a moment later two cups of hot coffee appeared in the center of the round table.

"Be prepared to stay up late tonight. I will explain Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts together. These are your strengths."

"Actually, only Defense Against the Dark Arts is my forte." Harry tugged at the end of his hair in embarrassment, looking at Tom who was looking down at the document. The other party must have put on a disappointed expression. For some reason, this made the boy very uncomfortable. , "But the three courses are really easier for me."

Tom kept scratching the parchment with a quill. He didn't even look up at Harry: "You're good at transfiguration and spells. If you can keep at that level, it won't be difficult to get an O." Thinking of another possibility He suddenly frowned, "Don't tell me this year is your extraordinary performance."

Harry rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, Tom sighed, and waved to summon all the textbooks he needed stacked up in front of Harry, who wrinkled his nose in displeasure.Tom instructed Harry to list the spells in all chapters separately on the parchment, and he opened the Transfiguration textbook to draw out the possible test range. In his opinion, Harry can cast relatively advanced disappearance spells and manifestation spells, maybe , Tom reminded himself, maybe Harry could still carve it out.

Noticing Tom's dejected expression, Harry felt a little guilty. He quickly opened the book and wrote down the contents of a whole sheet of parchment in as clear a handwriting as possible. The Slytherin on the other side of the table was obviously faster, The history of magic has already begun.Harry deliberately cleared his throat to attract Tom's attention. The latter took out the parchment and tapped it lightly with his wand. The quill quickly wiggled, and the little red figure that hadn't moved for a long time filled the gap in the black writing.Harry looked at the other party's masterpiece in surprise. These spells were classified and summarized, and the villain continued to indicate the corresponding movements of waving the wand.

"This is amazing." Harry marveled.

"It's just a trick," Tom closed his eyes and dozed off for a while, and ruthlessly spit out the words that made Harry instantly depressed. "It seems that you won't have to rest for the next week."