the Gambler

The whole room was shrouded in unease. Under the dim light, two wizards in black robes stood facing each other on both sides of the stone platform, and the tattered curtain in front of the arch was shaking slightly.Tom looked away from there to the gloomy Voldemort, who was leaning against the wall not far from Harry with his arms around his chest, his wand held in his hand in a casual way, but pointed at his older self.

Even though the development of things seemed absurd, and being threatened by oneself was not something everyone could encounter, Voldemort was also very vigilant, and his actions were exactly the same as Tom's.

"So you're me." Tom started the conversation, speaking in a mature manner, not nearly as sharp as when Harry was sober.

Voldemort nodded.Tom realized that in the dark, unable to see the other's face, he would indeed see Voldemort as his future self, the graceful posture of the other standing and the dark magic surrounding him were disturbingly familiar.

"Why did you appear in this time and space?" Voldemort walked around the stone platform and walked slowly towards Tom. The latter stiffened slightly, and he glanced at Harry who was still unconscious before completely relaxing.The Dark Lord added disdainfully: "I won't touch your little lover for the time being."

Tom simply sat down on the stone steps beside Harry. He signaled Voldemort to put down his guard with his eyes. The man's blood-red eyes flashed, but he complied.

"If you are me in the future, you should know how I came to this time and space." Tom said firmly.

Voldemort pursed his lips. This was not the first time he tried to search for memories. Fragmentary images did flash through his mind, but these fragments were like quicksand in his hands, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grasp them.memory?He didn't think so, and it frustrated him for a while.Voldemort was not the type to give up easily. Normally, he would ask questions, but there was always a small voice in his subconscious telling him to wait patiently.

"You have no memory." Although Tom's words concealed as much surprise as possible, Voldemort knew himself after all, and it was easy for him to grasp the subtle emotional outpourings.

"I'm not sure." Voldemort took out from his robes a small glass ball filled with a bright red gas.

Tom looked at the ball carefully. He reached out and stroked the glass surface, which was covered with strange scratches. It seemed that Voldemort had tried to break it many times.The memory ball does not have the ability to resist powerful magic, which only shows that the other party is not sincere, and perhaps the meaning of venting is more.Frowning, Tom looked at Voldemort's increasingly gloomy face and said dryly, "You've been oblivioned? I thought my future self would be smarter—"

"You think I haven't thought about it?" Voldemort's knuckles turned white as he pinched the memory ball. "This thing was left to me by you in 1943. And, to be precise, it's the memory itself that doesn't exist, not lost." .”

"What do you mean?" Tom stared at Voldemort's face in shock, trying to read the joke from the other's expression.

"Literally," Voldemort looked back at Tom in bewilderment, "you don't know?"

"How could I possibly know!" retorted Tom. "I never kept a Remembrall for myself! It's incredible—wait, when did you find this Remembrall? And more importantly, how did you know it was I?"

"At the end of June this year, after you appeared in Riddle's cemetery." Voldemort stuffed the memory ball under Tom's nose, and the boy was even more surprised by his own signature on it. It was obviously Tom's handwriting, and even attached magic unique to wizards. sign.

"That I hope you don't go to find out the truth?"

Voldemort grunted what sounded like agreement.

"Then you gave up easily?" Tom closed his eyes, 'himself' asked Voldemort to wait for the right time for unknown reasons, but he didn't explain in detail, could it affect the result?Tom turned his head to ask for confirmation: "You also think that the other I omitted the explanation because I was worried about changing the expected future."

"Furthermore, the final date he requested is two years from now," said Voldemort. "The timing of the Remembrall's appearance is so coincidental that it may be that what it foreshadows is a young me traveling through time and space into the future. That's a reasonable guess. "

It seemed that there was not much difference in their way of thinking, and Tom secretly took note of the observation. He needed to know whether he and Voldemort were regarded as two different individuals or the same person in this time and space.Tom narrowed his eyes and carefully inspected Voldemort's noseless face. He still couldn't accept that he would do stupid things that would disfigure his face. Maybe it had something to do with losing his mind. He remembered how crazy and extreme Voldemort was in Harry's description.

"Why did you become what you are now." Tom asked.He is eager to know what happened to Voldemort over the years to make Voldemort self-destruct. Although he hates the face of his Muggle father, he knows that a beautiful appearance is an important means to attract and manipulate others, and he will do anything to achieve his goal. It is impossible for me to give up my charming appearance.

Voldemort's eyes instantly became extremely cold. His eyes stayed on Harry for a second, and he explained in a muffled voice, "Didn't Potter tell you about the rebound of the Killing Curse?"

"He told me, but that's not why you became like this. If I remember correctly, the moment you regain your physical body, you should return to your original appearance," Tom thought for a while, "Is there a problem with the ceremony? You have been Existing in the form of a soul, I can't handle the potion myself, maybe something went wrong."

"That's not a complicated ceremony." Voldemort frowned in disgust at the thought of the mouse. "I made sure that Peter followed every step of the book. Even if he is as stupid as he is, he can still follow the instructions."

"That is to say, you were already like this before you got the physical body." The tone was affirmative.

"Appearance is not such an important thing, fear is enough for me to rule them all."

"Don't try to fool me, every time you mention appearance, your anger is obvious." Tom stated calmly, oh, that was already like this before the spell rebounded.Perhaps seeing himself made Voldemort regret his decision? "You don't want that look, and it's been a long time. Have you been jinxed or something?"

"Horcruxes." Voldemort said coldly, "I need as many Horcruxes as possible to ensure my eternal life. I divided my soul into seven parts, and all five Horcruxes are still well preserved. Potter destroyed My diary."

"I know." Tom nodded, "I didn't expect Horcruxes to have such a side effect. Seven indeed has powerful magic power. So you only have one-seventh of your soul now, which explains another question I have very well." Looking for Why does the soul mate ceremony value Tom more than Voldemort, because he has more souls and is more attractive to Harry.Having said that, Tom looked up and asked, "Did you know that Harry is our soul mate?"

Voldemort opened his mouth wide. He glanced at Harry again and then quickly turned his attention back to Tom. The unbelievable emotion was obvious. Tom could see the complex emotions in the other person's eyes. Surprise, doubt, and disgust finally turned into denial.

"No, he is not our soul mate. The prophecy says he has the power to defeat me." Voldemort looked at Harry's motionless body and sneered, his tone suddenly became mocking, "But this is too ridiculous, I will Let him die in his sleep."

"You should know that I won't give you this chance." Tom's voice was also cold.

"It is only because of you that I let Potter live for a short time." Voldemort said, "Potter is by no means our soul mate. Prophecy and destiny cannot be contrary."

"I didn't know that I would believe in stupid prophecies. If you had taken Trelawney's divination class, you would never believe that nonsense." Tom mocked, "Maybe the first time you fell was because you attacked your own soul Mate, the spell bounces back."

"It's not such a far-fetched reason. The spell rebounded because Potter's Mudblood mother used blood magic." Voldemort said firmly, he never believed in the existence of soul mates, it was too funny.But Tom seems convinced that the Potter boy is his soul mate, he is not the gullible type, it must be Dumbledore's old bee who deceived his younger self with plausible explanations, Voldemort is very interested in this, Tom believes that Deng The thought of Bullido made him laugh: "That old bastard told you that Potter is your soul mate?"

"Do not."

"Then how do you know?" The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled up in a sneer, "Have you read too many romance novels?"

"The reason why I came to this time and space, haven't you guessed it?" Tom had the same sarcastic smile on his face, "I came to Harry's side because of the choice of the soul mate summoning ceremony, the choice of magic."

Voldemort's eyes widened in astonishment, this answer was completely out of his imagination, hell, even in the wildest fantasy, Potter couldn't be his soul mate!The prophecy said that Potter has the power to conquer himself, he can defeat himself!Wait, Voldemort frowned, and walked quickly to the unconscious boy, his hand extended to Harry was slapped away by Tom.

"What are you trying to do?" Tom glared fiercely at Voldemort.

"I'm going to open his eyelids and use Legilimency, and he heard the whole prophecy." Voldemort explained, "If what you said is true, there must be something wrong with the prophecy. Soul mates will not kill each other."

"He's not mentally stable, and if you force open his mind, Harry might break down."

"What do you mean? I thought the report in the Daily Prophet was nonsense." Voldemort's expression was hard to read. "Is he a psychopath?"

Tom scoffed.

"No, he's not crazy, it's just that we had a little conflict before coming here."

"Us?" sneered Voldemort. "Have you come to regard Potter as one of your own? I don't recall you ever using that word to anyone else, young Tom. Don't you think it's going too fast?"

Tom brushed off the malice directed at himself as if nothing had happened, and smiled: "Didn't you notice that our couple is ringing? I thought you should have been mentally prepared. He will be my partner."

Voldemort suddenly let out a maniacal laugh, especially eerie in the empty room.

"Don't make me laugh, Tom, no one knows better than me that you are not capable of loving," said Voldemort lazily. "We are not born with the feeling of love."

"I didn't say I loved him, or is there something wrong with your ears?"

Voldemort straightened up and moved closer to Tom, his terrifying red eyes fixed on him: "You said he was your partner, but you have no feelings for him," the man suddenly realized, "You want to use him to hold him close. To contain the greatest threat—a clever idea, really clever, Tom—I never thought of it."

"I will make him surrender as soon as possible." Tom showed a charming smile, "Harry has great potential, he can help me rule the world faster, and he is very beautiful, isn't he?" He reached out and brushed the hair on Harry's forehead Liu Hai, fingers slowly sliding along the cheekbones to the constantly opening and closing lips, "The personality is also very fierce, I am looking forward to his performance on the bed."

"He and I are more than 50 years apart." Voldemort said coldly, "Are you a//child//phile?"

"As if you ever cared about these useless things. And, no, it's you and not me who's 50 years or so behind him," Tom said, playing with Harry's quivering hair. "We're free to make//love—"

"The thought of you makes me sick. Potter's just a kid who hasn't grown up."

"It seems that you have lost even your desire/desire. I wonder if this is another side effect of the Horcrux."

Voldemort's quick retort was interrupted by the sound of chaotic footsteps and violent explosions from the other side of the door, and Harry chose this moment to wake up.All three of them looked at the arch in doubt, and in the next second, a huge magic force rushed in, and the light from the next room hit the visitor's body and cast a slender shadow.