the Gambler

Harry let out a long breath and moved his stiff body. He and Snape practiced Occlumency for a long time last night. The Potions professor was easy to get along with when he wasn't so mean, but the other party was avoiding him from the beginning to the end. Harry's eyes, which confused him a little.In addition, the confrontation with Tom also made him exhausted. Thinking about it now, since Principal Dumbledore left, that cunning Slytherin has no longer concealed the cruel and perverted side of his character, and confronted those who can persist Only Harry, Parkinson has been sent to St. Mungo's.He didn't know how he had lived with his nerves tense for nearly a year, probably a little weird for himself, Harry quite enjoyed the thrill.

"Good day, beautiful ladies." Tom's gentle compliment was greeted by all the Gryffindor witches, and Harry snorted dismissively, and he guessed the other boys responded in a similar way.As for Tom still having the face to sit next to him and adding food to his dinner plate from time to time, Harry almost laughed out of anger. After he recounted what happened last night to Snape, the other party asked Harry to change Keeping a close eye on the young Dark Lord, even though he was struggling so much that he wanted to tear off Tom's smug face, he obediently returned to the suite.Oh, the bastard wasn't even half surprised.

"Harry dear, did you sleep well last night?" Tom asked in a volume that could be heard by everyone nearby. Harry looked up and looked around. Many students pretended to be chatting, as if the eavesdropping gesture was not obvious enough. like.

"Very good, thank you for your concern." Harry replied in a drawn-out sarcasm. He raised his silver knife and fork and stabbed the chicken's head hard. Del.

"I'm worried I hurt you last night." Harry snorted at Tom's impeccably elegant dining etiquette, which was more of a dissatisfaction with last night, his waist pressed against the hard wooden handle It hurts until now, thank you for your concern.

"Hehe." Harry laughed dryly. He glared at the instigator angrily, and his hand movements became more and more violent. Now almost no one dared to look at that poor roast chicken.Still, he caught a glimpse of the flushed cheeks of the people around him, noticed Harry's gaze, and they all turned their heads away, continuing to pretend to be absorbed in their meal.Harry looked up at Hermione, who seemed to be struggling to speak, and raised an eyebrow.

"What's the matter, Hermione? You look like you have something to say," said Harry impatiently, and he was very irritable now.

"We don't usually talk about nightlife at the dinner table, Harry." After Hermione finished speaking, her face was already like a ripe apple, and Ron suddenly coughed from pumpkin juice. Looking at Tom and Harry with a cracked horrified expression, the gears in his head turned rapidly, and finally they clicked.Ron pointed his finger at the two in disbelief, looking like a dehydrated fish.

"What—oh." Harry's rationality finally came back, and he squinted at someone who was expressionless, and it was obvious that the other party did it on purpose.Harry snorted unhappily: "No, you're thinking too much, Marvolo and I won't have any physical contact other than hand-to-hand combat."

Lavender murmured 'open eyes and talking nonsense' in a low voice, and was stared back by Harry's fierce eyes.

"Do something." Harry said angrily.

"Doing it here?" Tom smiled meaningfully, watching Harry shudder, "I didn't know you were so enthusiastic, love."

Harry pouted.

"Maybe you should go back to Slytherin, I don't even have an appetite for you."

"They're boring."

"Then find something to pass the time, and don't get me involved in your vulgar games." Harry said dejectedly, he knew that this is what girls often say about flirting, and some people might enjoy it, but That man was not Harry.Hell, he's already struggling with his sexuality and doesn't need Tom's help.Harry didn't know how other people hooked up with the Dark Lord, maybe Tom tricked people into bed in the same way?Oh, he doesn't need to cheat at all, as long as he hooks his fingers, those idiots will follow with an expression of acceptance.

"Thinking of something interesting?"

"Thinking about something disgusting," said Harry grimly, slapping Tom's hand waving in front of his face.

"Then you must be thinking about me, blue-eyed kitten. Did I mention your flirting skills and sense of humor are exceptional?"

"I could watch Snape's face for an hour if I could get you to keep that damn mouth shut."

Ron knocked down the goblet at hand, he hurriedly saved his food, looked at the wet liquid with a frustrated expression, Hermione waved away all the stains, Ron let out a long breath, very objective comment : "That greasy bat is no better than Marvolo, Harry."

"It's Professor Snape, you two watch your language," interrupted Hermione. "He's not that bad."

Tom ignored their comments, waved his wand, and a string of numbers appeared out of thin air.There was still an hour before the arrival of the last carriage, and the students in the auditorium had left one after another, and there were not many people left on the Gryffindor table.Tom reached out his hand to grab Harry who was about to get up, and tilted his head to signal Hermione and Ron to leave first.Harry nodded, and the two dallyed out of the door.

When there was no one in the hall, Harry rolled his eyes, his tone was undisguised irritability: "What do you want to say?"

"I haven't finished talking about yesterday."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't take that kind of one-sided forced confession as a chat." Harry pushed Tom away, strode towards the door, was pulled back by the hand on his upper arm, and sat down on the stool superior.His anger came to the fore!

"Curiosity kills the cat!" Harry growled.

"I'm a snake, and you know it very well." Tom took a goblet full of pumpkin juice and handed it to Harry, his words almost overflowing with malice, "Drink something to quench the fire, I didn't communicate with a raging lion Plan, your small brain can no longer be empty."

"I only drink what you give me when I got kicked in the head by a troll." Harry sneered.

"How about this?" Tom took a sip and handed the cup to Harry. "If you don't want to be left in an empty castle, I suggest you sit down and have a good talk. I'm not that patient."

Harry was indeed a little thirsty, he still stared suspiciously at the pumpkin juice in his hand, struggled for a while and poured it in.The warm liquid instantly comforted his parched throat.

"You are really persecuted, but it is necessary when facing Slytherin." Tom smiled, and Harry suddenly felt dizzy, he leaned on the table to support his body, and the goblet appeared in the field of vision He got a double image, he was drugged by Tom in some way!Harry glared at each other fiercely, and Tom explained triumphantly: "I appreciate your efforts, Harry. But you are not enough, not enough. Get me excited, my dearest little snake, let me see you lion The fangs under the skin."

"What did you put in the pumpkin juice?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, and the corners of Tom's mouth widened.

"Oh, dear Harry, you never drink what I pass through, remember?" Tom tapped the rim of the goblet lightly with his index finger, "I drank pumpkin juice, too."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I can't let you drink the drink with the addition, I can only use something else," Tom pointed to the empty space where the dessert was originally placed, "I just noticed that you like to hold the gingerbread man directly with your hands, and you will also put the sugar Lick it clean. So putting Veritaserum on the outside of your knife and fork is a good idea."

Harry's whole body was icy cold, he stretched out his hand to strangle Tom's neck, and was easily restrained by the latter, he could only growl loudly: "Damn bastard! You actually used Veritaserum on me!"

"There are also muscle relaxants. School is also a dangerous world, and I am the most dangerous wizard, my love." Tom pushed Harry down on the long table, and his cold tone made Harry's hairs stand on end Getting up, noticing the boy's discomfort, the Slytherin clicked his tongue happily. "Now we can finally be honest, darling."

Tom drew his holly wand from Harry's pocket and pointed the boy's own weapon at his chin. The hard point pierced Harry a little. It's so ironic.

"Who am I?"

Harry tried to shut his mouth, but the muscles around his cheeks were completely out of control, and Voldemort's words were twirling on the tip of his tongue.Not getting an answer right away, Tom's eyes became colder and colder. He opened Harry's mouth forcefully to prevent the latter from biting his tongue, and repeated the question just now.

Harry struggled to utter the word 'Voldemort', his voice muffled by his jaw being pinched, but it was enough for Tom to hear.For a moment, various complex emotions flashed through those lake blue eyes. Harry, who was facing Tom, seemed to be thrown into icy water and couldn't breathe. He stared at him without blinking, maybe the next moment he would Gonna die, Harry thought sarcastically, in the safest place in England before even Dumbledore could come to his rescue.

"So I am Voldemort, the one who killed your parents, made you live under a cupboard, and was enslaved by disgusting Muggles until now." Tom's calm voice did not fluctuate.

If before the Triwizard Tournament, Harry never thought he would die at the hands of young Voldemort, he felt that he should have died because of the duel with the snake-faced man.This is not to say that Harry is 100% certain that he will fail. If he fights alone, he does not have the ability to resist Voldemort. He hopes that at least he has the Order of the Phoenix and the people he loves to accompany and support him. Maybe he still has a chance to take that evil The Dark Lord defeated.But not like now, dying at Tom's hands, which is ridiculous.

Harry didn't want to die, he wanted to fight with dignity.He was struggling, struggling even when his muscles were not working.

Such a scene should have been ridiculous in Tom's eyes, but he couldn't get excited at all.He still remembered the Occlumency class the night before, and all of Harry's memories played back like a VCR over and over again.There was a subtle feeling in his chest that Tom couldn't recognize, and he trusted his instincts, and if fate laughed at him afterward, Tom would tear her to pieces.Now, he just wants to do one thing.