the Gambler

Grimmauld Place was unusually quiet. The entire Order of the Phoenix sat around the coffee table, staring intently at the gold locket on the table. Harry could feel the spell wrapped around the box, obviously Tom and Dumbledore also can.

"We need to destroy it," said Moody hoarsely, drawing his wand from his sleeve.

"No ordinary spell can destroy a Horcrux," said Dumbledore calmly. "Harry used the basilisk's tooth, and I used the Gryffindor sword."

"Then take out the sword!" Moody gasped, "destroy it before it's too late!"

"Do not."

Tom's firm tone made everyone's eyes focus on him, and Moody pointed his wand at Tom, and said in that sure tone: "He is the Dark Lord! I said so! He doesn't want to destroy the soul at all." device! We should put him in Azkaban!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than Moody's wand fell into Tom's hand without even batting an eye.

"I don't care what you think, this is Slytherin's locket, my family heirloom." Tom grabbed the box and stuffed it into his arms, and replied loudly to Dumbledore, "Since Voldemort can restore the soul piece Absorb, I can also find a way to take out the soul piece, but the box must belong to me," he looked at Mungertons contemptuously, "I am the master of Legilimency, I can see clearly the abacus in your head. You, never, no, think, try, probe, me, of, bottom, line."

Muggletons curled up into a ball, avoiding Tom's sharp gaze.

"I don't care what you do to this stupid organization, if you dare to put your dirty hands on the locket, I can guarantee that you will die if you want to," Tom let the coldness slowly seep into the words, seeing The wizard's trembling body showed a satisfied smile, "Death is an instant thing, and you can enjoy endless torture while alive."

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix also turned pale.

Tom looked at Dumbledore again: "Give me a week, and I will destroy this Horcrux."

In fact, it took Tom only five days to destroy the Horcrux, and the locket now rests on his bare chest.The snake-shaped mark on the metal surface changed its position every so often. Harry reached out his hand curiously to touch the delicate scales of the snake's head. The touch felt so real that it was creepy.

"You can at least choose to let me get dressed first." Tom grabbed the pajamas on the bedside table and took the time to appreciate Harry's embarrassed expression. He had just come out of the bathroom, and his body was still steaming. "It's still you Would you rather see me naked?"

"Shut up, Tom." Harry wrinkled his nose and changed the subject. "What do you want now? I mean the dream of world domination."

"Dream? I don't like that word. It's too ethereal," Tom said lazily, closing the button of his pajamas slowly. "A goal that is just around the corner is more suitable."

There are always weird explanations.Harry cursed.

"Okay, okay, what's the goal?"

"Under our rule, a world where mixed races and pure bloods can grow up happily."

Harry narrowed his eyes: "It's subtly different from what you said last time. Still can't accept Muggles and Muggle wizards?"

"There is no need for these two. Muggle blood will only dilute the magic power in the wizard's body. The chance of Muggle species appearing is too small. Compared with the possible consequences of exposing the magic world, it is not worth mentioning. Hybrid species already have Potential danger of extinct magic."

"The current backbone of the wizarding world is the hybrids, which are numerous and powerful."

Ahh, back to what was debated.Tom stuffed the locket into his neckline, and said in a natural tone: "Strong, I don't think so, there are only a few exceptions that can be ranked. You are very talented."

"But I also have Muggle blood! If it does block the source of magic, we'll pass that limitation on to future generations too."

"Is this implying that you want to have an heir with me?" Tom grabbed Harry's arm and pulled the boy into his arms, kissing the other's lips delicately, until he was pushed away by Harry before frowning in dissatisfaction.

"Be serious!" Harry sighed. Ever since the relationship was established, Tom seemed to have suffered from skin-to-skin contact addiction. Whenever there was no one else, he would pull him into the shadows and kiss. Fortunately, the opponent's strong self-control prevented further actions. ("Slytherin is true to desire," said Tom without shame.) Occasionally, Harry contemplated succumbing to desire, but it was Tom who pulled away first.Probably has a lot to do with the promise that they will not have sex before they become adults.It made Harry feel very sweet.Now Tom at least learned to respect himself instead of treating him like a property.

The sudden increase in force brought Harry back to his senses.Well, the last half sentence is up for debate.

"I know. What would you think if I said that the original concept was pure blood and magical creatures?" Tom raised half of his eyebrows, and his index finger gently stroked Harry's lips that were shining from kissing. He had a kind of desire to continue kissing each other. Impulsive, but Harry's firm eyebrows gave the opposite answer.Tom pulled the quilt over Harry's body, and the air was icy cold even with the Warming Charm.

"Because you're also of mixed race?"

"No, that's not because of me."

"What does that mean?" Harry wondered.

"You are a half-breed, Harry, I just want to create a world where you can live happily too." The affection in Tom's eyes made Harry speechless, and the result of this sudden transformation from a neurotic to a model lover was a bit--unprepared ?He was tongue-tied under Tom's stare.

"Er - I don't know how to describe my mood, I seem to mean a lot to you?" Harry said carefully, "You surprised me very much - it's lovely for you to say that, er, In any case, thanks are a must."

Harry grinned.

Tom couldn't help seeing how charming Harry was at the moment, his face could take anyone's breath away!Tom felt his heart skip a beat, and he was not ashamed to admit it, wishing he could drown in the boy's starry eyes.

"I'm honored to have such a beautiful smile on your face."

Harry was running, his lungs burning from gasping, his feet feeling leaden.In the dark environment, nothing could be heard except his breathing.Harry tried to shout, but his voice seemed to be absorbed by a sponge.The boy sat slumped on the ground, his head buried between his bent legs, his messy black hair sticking out in all directions.

"Come to me." A voice sounded in the darkness, tempting like a siren's song, the only sound Harry could hear.

"Come near me, Harry, come near me," the voice continued.

Harry got up from the ground, he tightly closed his eyes and held his breath, and slowly moved forward following the direction of the sound source. After an unknown amount of time, a pair of thick palms held his face, and his warm breath hit him. on his lips.

"Close your eyes, Harry."

It was odd that he obeyed the man's orders, but there was a small urge in his soul to obey.

"Who are you?" Harry asked hoarsely, trying to open his eyes to see clearly the identity of the benefactor who pulled him out of the darkness.Yes, he could feel the bright lights hitting his eyelids.

"You know who I am, Harry."

"I don't know," Harry frowned, "how would I know, I never saw you."

"You know," the man's hand slowly slid towards his heart, and he spread his palm to feel the rhythm of the heart below. The low, magnetic guttural voice made Harry couldn't help getting goose bumps all over his body.The man chuckled hoarsely, and put his lips on his soft earlobe, "You know who I am, say my name."

"Voldemort." The moment the name came out, bright white light penetrated his eyelids, and Harry could only see Tom shaking himself, the anxiety in his eyes ready to come out.Harry made a slight gasp, and Tom's hand was stained with bright red liquid, which was—

"Your blood." Tom handed the blood-soaked pillowcase to Harry's eyes, with a serious expression, "What happened, you suddenly started to twitch," he glanced at the scar, "There's a lot of blood there .does it hurt?"

Harry shook his head bewilderedly.

"Voldemort? I heard you yelling." A complex emotion flashed in Tom's eyes. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing." Harry replied honestly.

But this seemed wrong in Tom's eyes, and Slytherin squeezed Harry's shoulders hard: "I don't believe it! You promised not to lie to me! Or—" He lowered his voice, "Do you prefer me to directly Legilimency on you? Your walls aren't that strong, dear Harry."

"No!" Harry raised his voice, and he looked into Tom's burning eyes in disbelief, "I'm telling the truth, nothing happened! I just kept running, in complete darkness. Then, Voldemort took me Pulled out."

"That's not why you took—called his name."

"With what?"

"It's okay." Tom ended the conversation, turned over and lay down on the far side of the bed.

Harry felt very baffled, but the weird dream he experienced just now made him not intend to continue arguing with the other party.As soon as his head touched the pillow, he forgot Tom's strange behavior and fell asleep peacefully.

"Get out, Voldemort," Tom said nonchalantly into the void, and he didn't have long to wait for Voldemort to step gracefully out of the shadows, a defiant smile on his face.

"You reacted quickly, so you noticed it early."

Tom snorted coldly: "Drag Harry into your dream because you can't see him? What do you want?"

"Harry Potter. Give him to me, and this war will end prematurely."

"You know I won't obey orders."

"Don't want to rule the world?" Voldemort said in a relaxed tone, playing with the ends of his hair, "I can keep you by my side. You don't want to leave Harry, but Dumbledore has found a way to send you back. It won't take long , he will announce the news."

"If I go back voluntarily?"

"You don't want to leave, especially after you get Harry." Voldemort sneered. "Don't lie to my face."

Tom pursed his lips, and after an uncomfortable silence, he met Voldemort's eyes again and said firmly, "I need time, and I'll have Harry on my side before he graduates."