the Gambler

The atmosphere is too depressing, Harry doesn't know why girls always have so much jealousy towards the prettier one, Fleur is really not an unbearable person, especially because she rescued Gabriel in the Triwizard Tournament Lie's affairs became very warm to the boy, completely subverting the original image of the ice beauty.And she was about to become a member of the Weasley family. For Merlin's sake, couldn't Hermione and Ginny restrain their extreme emotions?

Even though he was mentally on Fleur's side, Harry wisely refrained from commenting.Tom seemed to be doing nothing, and the yew wand was fluttering between his beautiful fingers, with silver-green flames emerging from the tip of the wand from time to time.

"Professor Dumbledore said he would give me a private lesson." Harry spoke suddenly to attract everyone's attention. Hermione and Ginny gave up their gloominess and stared at him dumbfounded. The boy realized that Ron was also visibly relaxed and grateful. He nods.

"He's going to give you lessons alone! Merlin! It's a great honor, he's the greatest wizard alive, Harry!" Ron gasped, and said in that reverent tone, "But why? Something to do with the Ministry of Magic incident?"

Tom snorted coldly when he heard this.

"But the prophecy ball was broken, right? No one knows what that said." Hermione and Ron exchanged glances, and Harry felt as if they were separated by an invisible barrier, and the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding One point, though it had something to do with the frequent contact last year, and he was forced to strap on Tom, and this slow estrangement made him uncomfortable.

"Yeah, no one knows." Harry lied easily.Tom raised an eyebrow at him behind the others.

"I don't know if you have read the "Daily Prophet", it said that you are the 'savior' pointed out by the prophecy, and only you can help the wizarding world get rid of that devil who can't even mention his name." Ron turned his head to look Glancing at Tom, the other party showed a very cold smile very sincerely, and Ron turned his head back quickly.

"Who knows, they didn't intend to resist Voldemort anyway, did they? It doesn't seem like they really predicted that the situation would change when it exploded," Harry said sarcastically, "It's better to care about their opinions than Think about something more practical - the OWLs are coming soon."

Hermione suddenly seemed to have had chicken blood, her eyes were staring at Harry with piercing eyes, her mouth grew wide: "When?"

"Today." Harry thought carefully, "Dumbledore told me."

"Oh my God, why didn't you say so sooner! Today, oh my God!" cried Hermione so excitedly that she forgot to even correct Harry's address.The witch was circling the room anxiously, rubbing her hands against each other, and Harry and Ron couldn't help but flinch from her anxiety.Hermione jumped up suddenly and rushed to the window. As soon as the window was opened, four owls from the Ministry of Magic flew in and landed firmly on the edge of the bed.At the foot of each owl is bound a scroll of parchment stamped with the Ministry of Magic postmark.Hermione untied the letter with her name written on it with trembling fingers, and she even held her breath.

"I must have failed somewhere, Merlin, I'm afraid to open it -" Hermione shrieked.

Her anxiety caused Ron to yell, "Oh, shut up, Hermione, open up! You're not the only one nervous!"

Harry looked up, Ron was right, his knuckles were turning white while holding the parchment, and his face looked as bad as if he had just been fished out of a black lake.Tom snorted at his OWLs report card and put it in his arms, Harry raised his eyebrows with interest.

"It's all O." Tom said coldly, not paying attention to the shocked gazes of the others, "It's all useless, as long as I'm good at black magic."

Hermione, Ginny, and Ron gasped simultaneously.

"It's a pity that I don't have this opportunity to learn black arts at Hogwarts." Harry raised the corner of his mouth and mocked without malice. He pointed to his head, "You know I know everything."

Tom snorted coldly and turned his finger on him: "What about you?"

"I haven't had time to look at it yet," Harry waved his hand indifferently, in fact he feels the parchment on his lap is heavy now, Merlin, how can he exceed expectations (E)?Harry let out a long sigh, it was all Tom's fault, he had to worry more than anyone else.The boy held his report card firmly in his hand, and took several deep breaths indistinctly before quickly opening it.Harry read it three times before he felt relieved, and a bright smile crept onto his cheeks: "Tom! I have passed the standard! Ancient runes and Defense Against the Dark Arts even reached O! Salazar—"

"Salazar?" Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry jumping up and down in excitement. Hermione snatched Harry's report card and checked it carefully. A startled breath caught Ron and Ginny's attention. Eyes, they all looked this way curiously.

Hermione stared straight at Harry with half-surprised, half-happy eyes, but Ron gave him a hard slap on the chest, congratulating cheerfully: "Brother, I didn't know you chose so many goddamn things." Classes! There are eleven classes, and even Hermione doesn't have that many!" The red-haired wizard frowned suddenly when he thought of something, "Is this the reason why you are always missing? How can you not think about taking so many classes?"

Harry cast an accusing look at Tom, who broke into a particularly innocent smile.

"Tom and I took the same class." Harry changed the target of the crowd to Tom, but that didn't seem to have much effect, although Hermione's expression was slightly distorted due to some complicated emotions, she secretly Glancing at the Slytherin boy.Ron patted Hermione on the shoulder hard: "Oh, don't be kidding, you only got a good grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the rest are excellent, so what is there to be disappointed about? I can assure you that you are the best in Hogwarts." Besides, you must have surpassed that ferret, I am looking forward to his expression when he knows!"

Hermione shrugged, and both Harry and Ginny laughed out loud.

"So you're still going to take a lot of classes this year? I think we can combine the schedules—"

Hermione's proposal was quickly interrupted by Harry, and the boy showed a terrified expression as if seeing Voldemort: "No! Hermione! I don't want to take so many classes again! Last school year was my nightmare!"

"Harry, learning knowledge shouldn't be considered a nightmare!" Hermione grumbled, pouting.

This year's opening ceremony was not much different from usual, only a more oppressive atmosphere had changed. It seemed that Voldemort's cloud was finally still hanging over Hogwarts castle.Harry's eyes swept across the staff table, and finally stopped on Trelawney. She was wearing a long, shabby sequined waistcoat, and there were greasy finger marks on her round glasses.Trelawney still looked dazed. If it was before, Harry would still look at the witch with that disdainful look, but now he is not so sure.Who would have thought that the prophecy that determined the fate of Harry and Voldemort came out of this crazy woman, and it was a real prophecy.

Seeing Trelawney made Harry even more uncomfortable, and he remembered the prophecy he had heard at the Ministry.It was this prophecy that led Voldemort to hunt down his parents and use the Killing Curse on himself, and it was also because of this prophecy that he had to face the most vicious and cruel dark wizards again and again, and—Harry felt cold hands and feet Cold, he and Voldemort couldn't be alive at the same time, one had to kill the other.This is very similar to the prophecy she said at the end of the previous year.

Harry couldn't help turning his head to look at Tom on the long table in Slytherin—the future Dark Lord. He wondered if the effect of the prophecy would also include the other party, and he didn't know whether he could be the killer.If it had been the first time he had met Tom, Harry would have been able to pronounce Avada Kedavra in Latin, and he had even imagined how Tom would lie on his back on the cold floor staring at those deep lake blue eyes.However--

His fingers holding the wand trembled, and the stick hummed and vibrated, as if echoing his magic.

Realizing Harry's distraction, Hermione ended the conversation with Ron, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, Harry? Your face looks bad, is your scar hurting again?"

Harry sensitively noticed that Dean, Seamus and the people nearby were eavesdropping on their conversation, his eyes flashed, and he blocked Hermione's unspoken question with that meaningful tone: "No , the scar doesn't hurt, I want to tell you something after the opening ceremony, not here."

Hermione and Ron nodded thoughtfully.

At this time Dumbledore stood up from the long table, his outstretched arms, his right hand was black and dry, and many people whispered.

"My God, what happened to his hand?" Lavender said in shock.

Recognized by the whole school as the student who has the closest relationship with Dumbledore, Harry naturally became the focus. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the boy shook his head and continued to look at the principal. As a sense of conversation, Harry guessed that Headmaster Dumbledore had long been used to such situations.

"It's not something to worry about," Dumbledore said briskly, as if the injured person was not himself, "Welcome back to Hogwarts, you must have discovered that there is one more person on the faculty seat this year, Sla Professor Ghorn," the squat wizard stood up, his small eyes scanned the entire hall, and finally fell on Harry. Although the other party looked very kind, Harry still felt uncomfortable, "he I used to be the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, and I am honored to tell you that this year he graciously accepted my invitation to return to his post, and he will be your new Potions Professor."

"What about Snape?" whispered Ron. "He's still sitting on the headmaster's table!"

"I guess he might—"

"Professor Snape will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore said happily, completely ignoring the waves his words caused, and the entire auditorium was filled with discussions.

"That greasy bat finally got his wish, and everyone knows how long he's been coveting this position." Ron muttered and grumbled as he stuffed the whole sandwich into his mouth and chewed it hard, as if it was Snape. As if, Hermione shook her head in disapproval, and finally gave up teaching Ron.Ron wouldn't listen anyway.

"Do you think the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is still effective?" Seamus said suddenly, "Will we not have to see him again in a year?"

"I think he will go back to the position of Potions professor. In fact, he is still a good person." Harry said calmly. Although Snape still hated him, the things that happened last year made him start to change his view of men.Ron gave Harry that betrayed look in his eyes, but Harry knew his friend would recover soon, because he was trying to swallow his grief and anger into appetite.