the Gambler

Ron really stomped on their nerves, and maybe gave them a hard spin a few times.The boy couldn't stop talking about Harry and Hermione's participation in the Slug Club.Worse than this, Ron's temper became extremely short-tempered, and he began to pick on the two of them for no reason, always sneering at Hermione, especially when McLaggen was courting the latter.Ron's unreasonable making trouble caused Hermione to quarrel with him for three hours. Finally, after the witch slapped him hard, she ran back to the dormitory angrily and didn't come out for a long time.Harry didn't bother to hide his dissatisfaction, and spent the whole night in a corner of the lounge discussing spells with Tom.

Harry silently recited 'clear springs are like washing' in his mind, and with a slight flick of his wand, a cold liquid gushed out from the tip. With a wave of Tom's hand, the liquid turned into icicles before it hit the ground.This time Harry didn't wave his wand. He focused on the icicle, which didn't move at all.After trying several times, when he was about to be overwhelmed by frustration, the icicle suddenly exploded, and the crystals scattered all over the faces of the people around him.

Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, Harry looked as if nothing had happened and didn't know anything.He squeezed the muscles in his thigh hard to prevent himself from accidentally laughing out loud.Tom is right, the biggest advantage of the silent wand spell is that the attack is invisible and unpredictable.He lowered his head and looked at the other party through the hair curtain. Tom was covering his face with a book and winking at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He suddenly felt his heart beating violently.

Too bad, Harry slapped himself mentally, the softer Tom was, the more attracted he was, perhaps because contrary to his usual frivolous and arrogant side, such a Slytherin boy could always poke him the softest part.

Harry erected the Occlumency barrier, and his emotions were quickly restrained. He smiled at Tom as usual, bowed his head and continued with the practice of the next spell.

Something is not right.

When the cup on the coffee table swayed and turned into a huge owl, Tom closed the book slowly, fingers crossed, and he felt like he was about to grasp the answer.Harry was acting absolutely out of character.

Harry's behavior made him uncomfortable, and last night's confrontation came to mind.Maybe the other party hasn't calmed down yet?He started to stare intently at Harry, with a natural and unaffected gesture that seemed to be all right.The boy also took the time to raise the corners of his mouth at him.

Tom moved his stiff joints a few times and leaned back in his chair to doze off. He noticed Harry's upper body leaning forward slightly towards him.

Then, he pondered the boy's facial expression carefully.Even though Harry was indifferent, his body language had shown enough signs.It's an ambivalence, and Harry longs to be close to him, but he restrains it at the same time—something happened, or it happened a long time ago, he doesn't like to deceive himself, and it's slowly growing, And Tom was sure now.

Harry felt an irresistible attraction to himself, even when he was clearly aware that he and Voldemort were one and the same.

This cognition seems to explode a small electric spark in the chest, which is tingling and numb, but a certain subtle emotion also expands along with it.

There is no doubt that Tom and Voldemort are the same person. Harry's resistance shows that the boy cannot accept the other side of himself, and Tom has no intention of hiding his brutal character. This is the truest self, and he does not intend to change. In this case, compromise It can only be Harry.

"I think it's too noisy here for practicing spells." Tom said calmly, "Go to the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry straightened his expression and said in a serious tone, "We can go to the Room of Requirement."

"I need to get some books back by the way." Without giving Harry a chance to refute, Tom grabbed the hesitant boy's wrist, and the body temperature belonging to another person warmed his whole body, and it felt right to touch Harry , he felt he would never tire of it.

In the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the flickering firelight and pleasant temperature couldn't break Harry's restraint.The two armchairs were very close, and Tom's leg brushed against Harry's from time to time, and Tom was quietly reading the book in his hand, while Harry was at a loss as to what to do.He coughed hard to attract Tom's attention, who looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow to signal Harry to speak.

"I think it's a bit too crowded," Harry said muffled, pushing Tom's foot out of his legs.

avoiding eye contact, acting awkwardly—

Tom smiles at Harry like this, which is a good proof of his theory that Harry does feel intense sexual//attraction from him.

"But I'm cold, and you know my body temperature is cooler than normal." Tom rejected Harry's proposal in a matter-of-fact tone, who wrinkled his nose and cut it.

"You can raise the temperature of the fire."

"Human body temperature is more comfortable, and I only want the best." Tom lay back on the back of the leather sofa, relaxed and comfortable, "You don't seem to want to practice spells, maybe I can chat with you for a while? "

"What's your dream? To rule the world?" Oh, damn it, he's really not good at communicating, the first question that popped into his head was awkward, Harry really wanted to find a table and slam the crashed head, but he really wanted to know the answer to the question.Harry looked up and met Tom's eyes firmly, but his tone was a little hesitant: "Pure blood?"

"Pure magic, why do you think I want pure blood?"

"Your behavior. You hate the Muggle blood in your body."

"If I want pure blood, magical creatures should die too." Tom said coldly, he got up and pulled Harry, "Maybe chatting is not a good suggestion, you should continue to practice spells, what you have mastered is too low-level It cannot be used in actual combat."

Harry still wasn't quite comfortable with the more powerful silent defensive spells, let alone offensive spells.The boy tugged at the hem of his shirt irritably, and Tom looked dismayed at the outcome.

"I need to do an experiment," said Tom. "Follow me and cast a spell, with a wand."

Harry nodded, and the next second, the two practice puppets shattered into powder under the red light. Harry gasped in shock, and his suspicious eyes fell on the smug Tom.

"Well, what kind of spell is that? It can't be black magic, can it?" Harry's stomach twisted heavily when he saw Tom's excited expression.

"Accidentally good at dark arts, you have a talent for using them, Harry," said Tom. "I wanted to see why you couldn't cast attack spells very well. It seems that you just lack practice. No one can master this so quickly." Curse."

"No, I don't know how to use dark magic!" Harry yelled.

"Why deny your abilities?" Tom said loudly, "Magic is not black and white, only the person who uses it makes the difference."

"Of course!" Harry took a step back, his hand holding the wand trembled slightly. If the thing in front of him just now was a living thing, Harry couldn't imagine how bloody the scene would be. The possibility of becoming a murderer made his body tremble. Cold, he raised his voice to cover up his fear, "If you are hit by this spell, you will lose your bones!"

"It's just an advanced step of the Crushing Charm. I don't think there's much difference between being broken into pieces and being broken into dust." Realizing that Harry couldn't find a rebuttal, Tom added a fire without hesitation, "Bones are white." Magic, the blood barrier is black magic, but it is black magic that protects you. Isn't it?"

Suddenly some possibility hit Harry like an electric shock.

"Great, you want to turn me into a Death Eater now? I guess they'll be happy," Harry sneered. "Maybe Voldemort will throw me a banquet."

Tom just kept a straight face, and Harry rarely saw him without a smile.His voice became icy, and even the temperature in the secret room froze.

"When I'm having a serious discussion, the most intolerable thing is closed-mindedness, and your annoying, total denial of the Dark Arts. If you can't erase your prejudices, you can't really understand magic at all. Or Does that mean that the savior of the light side only measures so little?”

"Are you kidding?" Harry provoked, "If our measurements are considered small, what is Voldemort's, small? The whole wizarding world knows that he can't even stand half-bloods and hemp seedlings!"

"Then you accepted werewolves and vampires?" Tom narrowed his eyes, his tone was aggressive, "In your eyes, they are not even human! Need I remind you that they are classified as dark creatures? A professor A school of knowledge, where a steady stream of fresh blood flows into the society, but what you teach in Defense Against the Dark Arts is how to resist and defend against them. Ha! Deal with members of the magical world!"

"Half-breeds and Muggle-borns also belong to the wizarding world!"

"They shouldn't have entered this world in the first place!" Tom approached Harry, "If you open your eyes and observe the surrounding environment carefully, you should know how many half-breeds and assholes have returned to the Muggle world after graduation! They are Really expose the hidden dangers of our existence! You grew up in the Muggle world, you should be more aware of their fear of the unknown. Live in peace? Don't be naive, human beings are inferior, they will resist being different. Wizard hunting is those stupid and useless The way the untouchables treat us! We can't get along well with Muggles, we can only use force to suppress it. Or do you want to see more children locked in dark cupboards like you, deprived of life if they are careless? s right?"

"I didn't." Tom was a sophist, and Harry knew something was wrong, but couldn't turn it around for a moment.

Tom didn't give Harry a chance to analyze. He continued: "The dirty blood belonging to Muggles has diluted the quality of magic power. The wizards of today are completely incomparable with the past! Whether it is the Big Four or Merlin, they all belonged to centuries ago. characters! Tell me, who do you know of the truly powerful wizards of this age?"

The first thing that came to his mind was the headmaster of Hogwarts: "Albus Dumbledore, he's a half-breed."

Tom sneered: "In fact, I think he is not as strong as before. According to what you said, he has the ability to imprison Grindelwald directly in Nurmengard, but now he is unable to resist Voldemort who has just made a comeback - I can boldly guess Being a Muggle lover made him forget the quality of magic in pure blood, and he couldn't afford another duel."

"Voldemort."

"Slytherin genes run in my blood." Tom reminded Harry coldly, "Not all wizards have such excellent blood."

"But you are still a half-breed!" Harry pointed out sharply, "Don't you think it's ridiculous. You want to exclude yourself, too!" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew that he had made a mistake. The next second, Tom The magical power surged wantonly, he strangled Harry's neck forcefully, pressed the boy against the stone wall, and pressed the tip of his wand deeply into Harry's neck.

The pain of being strangled made Harry struggle much less. Tears overflowed his eyes uncontrollably, and he could only hear Tom's cold voice in his ears: "I hate the Muggle blood in my body. If there is a chance, I absolutely want to kill that disgusting man. Does my tolerance make you think you can climb on top of me at will, Harry?"

"Do you need me to teach you a lesson?" Tom tightened his hand, "Let you know how powerful black magic is."

"Get out, get out!" Harry struggled to utter the word, and white spots had already begun to appear in front of his eyes.

"Fight me, Harry, and if I win you will have to learn the Dark Arts."

Harry closed his eyes, and the depression that didn't make any sense to Tom slowly spread throughout his body, and the feeling of lack of oxygen intensified the negative emotions. He held his breath, relaxed the tense muscles, and opened his eyes again, it was calm, He could see the surprise flashing across the opponent's lake blue pupils.

"No, Tom, I won't step into your trap." Harry pushed Tom away from him hard, he wanted to see his Slytherin side?Harry sneered, that timely advance and retreat was also a sign of cunning, he would not foolishly put the shackles on his body.If Tom wants more, he has to give up that condescending attitude.

"Oh, stop looking at me with that condescending look," Harry said, suppressing a smile that welled up in his heart. Tom thought he really didn't know anything?He underestimated himself too much.Harry waved his hands behind the stunned Slytherin, and said in a challenging tone, "Another way, your hook is too straight."