the Gambler

On the day of the Quidditch tryouts, almost half of Gryffindor House's students showed up.Harry singled out the candidates who participated in the selection. To his embarrassment, what Hermione said was not wrong. A dozen or so girls who were chattering around formed a group. No matter what he said, those witches would shriek their ears Giggling, as if seeing something funny.This annoyed Harry a little.

"Oh, just tell me, can you lift a bat?" Harry said impatiently, even though the tone was full of sarcasm, the girls blushed, and he couldn't help but want to bang his head on the door hard Zhu, it's really ridiculous.In the end, Harry directly ordered the girls who came to make trouble to leave the field. Even so, they were happy.

"That's pretty bad, isn't it?" Ron nudged Harry with a sympathetic look on his face.Ron is also going to participate in the selection of goalkeepers this time. In view of last year's evaluation that even bad was an understatement, he was very nervous this time, and his eyes kept slipping to Hermione who was sitting in the stands: "I can't go in directly Well, Hermione is still watching."

Katie Bell chose to wave to Harry at this embarrassing moment. The witch was the only old player left after he entered the Quidditch team. Her skills were beyond reproach, but she still insisted on participating in the selection.Noticing Harry's embarrassment, Ron pursed his mouth and gave him a playful look: "Don't be stupid, I'm joking."

"You're fine, as long as you have confidence in yourself." Harry tried to comfort his friend, but Ron showed no signs of relief. As the selection list continued, he became more and more nervous.

"If last year's performance can still make you say this, I will suspect that your brain has been stepped on by a troll." Ron said angrily, his face turned green, "Thank you for your comfort, buddy. "

Harry pointed to Hermione in the stands, who sat a little further away from the others and looked equally nervous.Ron forced a smile and shook his fist at his lover.

"If I get the Keeper position this time, how about I quit Hogsmeade to give you a chance to be alone for the weekend?"

Ron's face was as red as Tomato in an instant, and he smiled and punched Harry: "We don't think you are any different, anyway, you are with Marvolo," he wrinkled in disgust Nose, "to use Hermione's analogy, it's like a double date."

Harry couldn't help coughing a few times. He could only be thankful that his tanned skin made the blush less obvious. It just so happened that he had just finished a fierce chase and knocked the head of some junior kid who fell off his broom. Rescued from mid-air.Naturally, that made him 'more charming' in the eyes of others.

"Harry!" Ron patted his friend on the shoulder and looked straight out of the court.Following the direction of his fingers, Harry noticed a figure in Slytherin robes in the corner of the stands, "Is that Marvolo? I thought he was in the cellar."

His heart was itchy, like being swept by a feather, but the boy still put on a mask of displeasure: "Why is that unbearable guy here?"

In reply, Ron looked at Harry with that 'are you stupid' look.

"It's your turn to play." Harry was silent for a while, just in time to catch a glimpse of Katie dodging the Bludger beautifully and landing lightly, and he knew that with this outstanding performance, the Chaser position undoubtedly belonged to girls.Then, he raised the corners of his mouth mockingly at McLaggen, "You don't want to lose face in front of that bastard, do you? He's been looking at Hermione for a long time. Dude, let him understand that you are not easy to mess with!"

Ron smiled brightly, even though he was still nervous, out of a declaration of ownership, his performance was particularly good, and he easily blocked ten balls, so he became the goalkeeper of Gryffindor as a matter of course.Harry couldn't be happier, but in order to maintain the captain's authority, he suppressed his excitement and congratulated everyone.Although this team didn't have enough time to get used to it, he still firmly believed that he could beat Slytherin to win the Quidditch Cup, no matter how bad it was, it would be the same as last semester, as long as Harry caught the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to end the game.

His body was sticky with sweat, and the shower room for Quidditch players had been occupied by others, so he might have to wait for a while, and the girl next to him who was talking about him only made Harry more upset.He tilted his head back against the post and took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes again.The breeze brought a familiar smell, Harry sniffed a few times, turned to catch a glimpse of Tom coming from the stands, he quickly cast a cleansing spell on himself, and dragged the gloomy Slytherin home.

Yes, that sounds really sweet, doesn't it?

"Very stressed?" Tom quickly changed his face and smiled slightly.

"Yeah, I've never found girls so annoying, hey, you haven't seen them chirping." Harry waved his arms exaggeratedly, looking at the handsome boy with admiration, "It's terrible, I How did you stand it?"

"That's a really good question." Tom put his index finger on his lips suitable for kissing, his eyes flashed with pleasure, "Should I tell you?"

"Oh, stop pretending, tell me!" Harry pouted, "You don't want me to be entangled by girls again?"

"Hmm--" Tom frowned, looking thoughtful.Harry stopped in his tracks and snorted contemptuously.Their playful confrontation was interrupted by Slughorn rushing up, flushed and must have taken a lot of effort to walk briskly.The new Potions Professor exudes a haunting enthusiasm.

"Oh, Harry! I just wanted to stop you before dinner! You see, I have a little party tonight, and many famous guests will come here, and I would like to introduce them to you," Sla exclaimed Ghorn, hesitating for a moment as his teary eyes drifted to Tom.Harry could see the struggle in the professor's eyes, not the stuttering he had seen when he first met Tom, and he guessed that the headmaster might have done something to comfort him.Slughorn was really good at adjusting his mentality. He quickly got away from his fear and continued to yell, "Of course I also hope that young Marvolo can come with me."

"but I--"

"It's our pleasure, Professor. Harry and I will be there on time." Tom blocked Harry's refusal, and he showed his charming smile again. Harry realized that Slughorn seemed more nervous, and considered Considering Tom's personality, he doubted whether the other party did it deliberately.

"That's great, that's really good!" said Slughorn, clapping his hands. "I'm looking forward to seeing you two!"

After Slughorn's obese body disappeared into the corner of the corridor, Harry rubbed his stiff facial muscles vigorously, and complained dryly: "I don't want to go to his slug club at all. Seriously, who would take this?" kind of name?"

"I hate parties too, but Slughorn is a well-connected person. He likes to associate with people of great influence. There are students he loves in the Ministry of Magic and in various fields." Tom sneered, "The Slug Club is a It is a good platform for communication, and capable people can take advantage of the opportunity to infiltrate slowly."

"Are you implying yourself?" Harry raised the corner of his mouth.

"And you, of course, Harry." Tom shrugged. "Who knows what we'll get out of it. And—" his lake-blue eyes were calculating, "Slughorn has been trying to cover up a mistake , about me. I can tell that there are not more than five people who remember Tom Riddle, and he wouldn't tell his guests that a handsome and charming model student will become Voldemort in the future."

Tom smiled more cheerfully.

"In that case, why not do it?"

After taking a shower, feeling refreshed, Harry stomped on the sink.The sore muscles were soaked in the bath liquid with relieving agents, and he couldn't help sighing at the refreshing feeling like being massaged by water.Even as good as magic is, certain physical pleasures are irresistible.Harry closed his eyes and took a nap for a while. A quarter of an hour later, the ear-piercing chirping pulled him out of the sweet dream. He simply tidied up his appearance and stepped out of the bathroom, just in time to see Tom leaning on the bedpost to read a book.

Or that travel diary.

"Why do you always read that?" Harry frowned. The words Tom and diary were put together very wrongly. "You should have read it at least five times."

"Want to know what's in there?" Tom asked back.

Harry nodded silently.God knows how much he wanted to see for himself what it was that fascinated Tom so much, but the other party always carried a notebook with him, and he couldn't find a chance to pass by.

"There are some interesting mysteries about Haile Bo and Griffin." Tom's fingers erotically slid across the book, and his naked eyes slid along Harry's bare chest to hip bones, "I haven't figured it out yet What does that represent?"

Harry's original high curiosity was shot into the ground at once. Using his brain has never been something he is good at, and it is even more impossible for him to solve riddles that Tom has not solved.It would be better to wait for Tom's answer than to make a mess of his own head.Harry nonchalantly picked up a bath towel, glanced at the mysterious dark red bound notebook, then turned around and straightened his messy hair.

"You're really impatient." Tom didn't care about offending the other party at all, and the whole person was lazy, "Occasionally, I hope you give up this impetuous attitude towards life. Details determine success or failure, this sentence is not just for fun of."

"Huh?" Harry replied absent-mindedly, and Tom in the mirror winked at him. "You just figure out the details."

"I'm terrified of that compliment," laughed Tom cheerfully, "but I like it unexpectedly."

Frowning at the stubborn hair, Harry walked slowly to Tom and sat down. He poked his head out to observe the mysterious diary. Now he could clearly distinguish the difference between the reptiles and English.Even though it was a tadpole-like character, Harry still felt that the diary owner's handwriting was beautiful, and he seemed to be a serious type.

"Whose diary is this?"

"Herpo."

Another name, Basilisk?It is in line with Slytherin's style.But who would give himself such a weird name.He didn't notice that the thought had been said, and he squinted his eyes until Tom explained.

"There is another explanation for Hai Erbo to be the King of Snakes." Tom pulled Harry onto his knees and sat down. Tease, his pants are a little tight.

"To me, you are perfect."

With almost all the blood rushing to his cheeks, Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again.He didn't know what to say, and the whole room fell into a sticky dead silence.The room suddenly became very stuffy, and the place where Tom's skin touched seemed to be burning. He avoided the other's meaningful gaze, put his hands on Tom's side, and tried to get up again.

Tom was even faster, his hand firmly on Harry's hip, pressing the boy against him.Harry let out an exclamation, and stared at someone's smug face with round eyes, bewildered by embarrassment.

"You're too light." Tom's slender fingers slowly penetrated into Harry's T-shirt, stroking along the shape of the ribs, and gently circling the hollows of the two bones, "So delicate and fragile."

Harry managed to recover, and he gave Tom a savage look, even though it looked like an angry green-eyed black cat to Tom.The boy growled in dissatisfaction: "I'm not fragile! I'm not delicate either!"

"Oh?"

"I can punch you in St. Mungo's once and twice!" Harry smiled defiantly, his bright green eyes seemed to be shining in the daylight, and Tom's heart stopped suddenly.Salazar, he wants to squeeze this tempting little guy into bed and taste it, damn promise, damn not on underage Harry.Tom couldn't help but want to slap himself for saying that, it was so stupid!

"What, the tongue was eaten by the cat?" Harry said briskly.

Oh hell, if he knew what he was thinking, Tom was pretty sure Harry wouldn't be so easy again.However, he also liked such a smug Harry.Maybe a little tune//love is not a problem.

"Is it a cat with green eyes?" Tom caressed Harry's eye sockets, feeling the sweetness brought by the thick lower eyelashes kissing his fingertips.

The correct cognition seems to have hit the boy's nerves only at this moment. Harry suddenly realized the ambiguous posture of the two, and hurriedly got up when he was interrupted by a unanimous exclamation. He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

Two Slytherins.

Draco and Bryce.

Bloody coincidence!Harry covered his face and howled.