war and peace

Parseltongue is almost the passport of all Slytherin agencies, and Tom easily opened the moving wheel mark, revealing a magnificent corridor underneath.He originally thought that the chamber of secrets was just the stone carvings above, but only after seeing this did he realize that the truly valuable treasure must still be below.

Tom was shocked by this huge discovery, although there was not much expression on his face that could lead to this conclusion.He looked at the entrance, then at Harry who had already sat down, with a rare hesitation in his tone: "Are you really not planning to go down?"

"Not at all." Harry shook his head firmly. "It's all yours—or Slytherin's private property. I think he might have something to say to his heir."

Tom could not conceal his surprise now. "Are you talking about Slytherin? Slytherin himself is down in the Chamber of Secrets?"

Harry nodded.If it was a ghost, it was indeed Salazar Slytherin himself. "It's been a long time since I went in, I don't know what's going on now." Harry told the truth sincerely.Although Tom probably believed him a lot more than before, it was better to talk about some sensitive issues clearly.

"Then you really don't mind giving me such a birthday present..." Tom stared at Harry playfully, "Maybe there will be some danger?"

"This is Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and you are his heir!" And Slytherin also used his blood magic to save your life, Harry said this only once in his heart. "Besides, I believe in your ability; if there are any problems, you can definitely solve them."

"Although it's so easy to believe that others are stupid..." Tom looked at Harry with a serious face, and suddenly laughed. "But I have to be honest, I like your birthday present." Before Harry could answer, he jumped down, and the mechanism closed slowly behind him.

Harry stared blankly at the huge wheel relief.Did Tom really believe that he would not harm him, or was he only afraid that he would be in his way by going down?Or did he actually believe that he could successfully deal with those problems even if he lied?

Which one will it be?Harry scratched his head irritably.He didn't panic until Tom's men were out of sight: he'd been quite confident when he thought of the plan.This is different from the first plan to fight for his life. At that time, he blocked his own life, but now it is Tom's.This feeling is indescribable: it seems that a hand grabbed his mind, making him have to tense his nerves into a straight line, and listen to the sound that may come from the ground—although it may be useless, but haha Leigh suddenly missed the retractable ears developed by the Weasley brothers.

Before, he went all out to anger Tom, just to win his last sliver of trust in others other than himself. Now he took the risk of changing history to tell Tom the secret of the Chamber of Secrets, also to gain that point Possibilities that may never have arisen—to pull Tom back from the forked road.

It was hard, Harry had to admit.It doesn't make sense for him to speak out himself, because Tom believes he holds and completely controls his own future.In fact, as Tom said, as long as he has a goal, he can do anything to achieve it; the hard part is to control his thoughts and decisions, so that he can determine what he really wants.

Harry buried his face deep in his knees.He was undeniably tense now, even more agitated than when Voldemort was standing right in front of him, pointing the tip of his wand straight at him.He believes that he knows Tom's hidden heart better than anyone else, so this means that he hopes that Tom can use his talents in the right place-he can excel, he can Respected, he can rule the entire wizarding world - as long as he doesn't use the too extreme methods before, as long as he doesn't split his soul and lose his mind...

So here's that decision.

The so-called most important decision you make.

A place that used to be dark lit up, a bridge crossed the abyss, and the other end disappeared into the distance filled with white mist.what is that placeHarry was standing on this end of the bridge, looking desperately across, but he couldn't see anything.He hesitated, turned in circles, and shouted—but couldn't even hear an echo.Finally he tried to put his feet on the white marble bridge, but was awakened before his toes touched the ground.

"...Harry? Harry?" Harry opened his eyes vaguely, and found himself falling asleep sitting on the edge of the empty sink. "You can actually fall asleep!" Tom exaggeratedly spread his hands, "After you told me this shocking secret, and this secret was proven to be true, you actually fell asleep!"

Harry didn't bother to think about his strange dream, and stood up instantly, checking Tom up and down, back and forth.In the end, he was sure that Tom didn't lose a single hair after he came out, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "Merlin bless you, you're fine."

Tom stood and watched him.Then he said, "Salazar Slytherin wants to see you."

"...me?" Harry froze.

"Well, right away." Tom added an adverbial of time.

Harry went away bewildered.He always thought that as long as Tom could meet his ancestors, things might turn around.He didn't think he had Slytherin blood in him, but Salazar Slytherin wanted to see him, why?He was only thinking about these questions, but he didn't notice that Tom was showing a strange look behind his back.

So this person who came back from the future for no reason really loves him?The kind of emotion he never had the chance to experience?Tom pursed his lips.He didn't question Salazar Slytherin's conclusion, and admitted that he did have different feelings for this green-eyed boy than he did for other people, but was this what he thought was the weakness of human nature?Is this what Dumbledore keeps talking about?

Only Harry treated him unreservedly and cared about him;

Only Harry would drive him back on a snowy night and put his robe on him;

Only Harry saw Tom as a person, not a good student with excellent grades, not a smart and capable prefect, and not the heir of Slytherin, but just Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Tom closed his eyes tightly.He didn't even dare to imagine that one day he would be moved by such fragile feelings.Back then when he asked Harry why Harry fell in love with him, he subconsciously didn't ask himself why he would accept such a person by his side... Had his subconscious already understood then?

But enthusiasm alone is certainly not enough.He had to have that strength at the same time... If it was a stupid Hufflepuff, then he didn't want it.Harry has already proved some things, such as being able to easily grasp the topics assigned by the professors, such as the proficiency in potions class, and their identical Patronus (Slytherin: You still say that you are not connected with each other?)... …

Finally Tom's first smile of the night appeared on his face.He will not allow anyone or anything or emotion to be his weakness.So, Harry Potter...

After the Christmas break, the students returned to Hogwarts.Several Death Eater seedlings brought gifts to Tom, and Tom accepted them all.Only Harry knew he didn't take it apart at all, just threw it under the bed.It turned out that this habit of ignoring other people's good intentions has existed since now. Harry thought of the mountain of love letters and chocolates thrown away by Voldemort on Valentine's Day.

In the Chamber of Secrets, Salazar Slytherin, with all the solemnity a ghost could have, wished Harry to stay by Tom's side all the time. "He needs you, and I don't think he really realizes how important it is," Slytherin said.

"I said, aren't you going to take a look?" Harry recalled what Slytherin had said to him, and reminded Tom bravely.As for saying thanks, let's just skip it... Voldemort thanking the Death Eaters?Is that the end of the world?Or did Merlin die and come back to life?

Tom looked up at Harry from the back of the thick book (the silver wheel logo was printed on the spine), and then sank down again: "You don't need to look to know what it is...something they think is weird and can be used." The gadgets that come to please me... are nothing good, the only thing that can be guaranteed is how much it is worth..."

Seeing that Tom had absolutely no intention of stopping him, Harry decided to do it himself.With a flick of his wand, he dragged the boxes from under Tom's bed and opened them with a spell.There's an ice sculpture of a snake with some bright red eggs frozen inside (Harry sees them as ash snake eggs in good care), and a very fine planetarium made of solid gold (but Tom obviously doesn't need astrology) Mimi, who has no interest in divination), a large bag of Galleons (with a Gringotts account opening slip attached), and even a naked Veela model (commonly known to Muggles as a blow-up doll)...

Harry's face turned blue and white by turns.He can roughly figure out who gave this kind of thing, but, compared to Mulciber's behavior of directly giving gold coins, Malfoy's behavior is simply no lower limit to please?He is now beginning to rejoice that Draco Malfoy can be hated if he hates it, but at least he has a better character than his grandfather—if the Malfoy family has such a saying.

He fell silent suddenly, which made Tom look at him again over the back of the book.Harry sat on the bed holding a piece of parchment, his face stiff. "A Gringotts account? Looks like Mulcibor finally understands how inconvenient it is to carry around a big bag of Galleons," Tom said sarcastically.Suddenly there was a moan characteristic of a woman, and he looked down, and immediately understood why Harry's face was so ugly.A naked woman was writhing on the ground, making poses, flicking her long silver hair back and forth, touching her whole body suggestively.Apparently since it was Harry who had opened the package, she automatically assumed that the first person she saw was her owner.

A subtle anger rose, but Tom concealed it well. "Abraxas's taste has become more and more picky, and this time it's actually Veela." He said in a down-to-earth tone, and lay down again, paying attention to Harry's movement from the corner of his eyes.

"...you mean," Harry forced himself not to pay attention to the voices the Veela was making, "Malfoy keeps sending you stuff like that?" Like dolls for sexual pleasure or something?Or a pet capable of seducing its owner?Although he knew that Tom hadn't opened those presents at all, the more Harry thought about it, the angrier he became.

"I think there should be three similar boxes under the bed. If you are interested, you can continue to open it." Tom buried his face in the pages again.It seemed that he didn't have to worry about Veela's skills at all, and Harry's livid face didn't look like a seduced person should have an expression.

With a flick of his wand, Harry put the veela, which had begun making more explicit advances, back into its box. "How do you know that Malfoy's tastes are getting picky?" he asked calmly, marveling that he wasn't out of his mind with jealousy.

"Oh, I took the first one apart, and you don't need to look at the back to know what it is. He must have thought that the things he gave were not attractive enough, not the type of gift itself... What do you do?" Tom was lying He was reading on the bed, but a hand stretched out from the slant and took away the thick tome in front of him.Harry didn't know when he got off the ground and stood barefoot on the edge of his bed.Tom glanced at the empty floor and said with a sneer, "If Abraxas knew what happened to her, he would be very disappointed..."

Tom's face was still pale, but his regretful tone, squinted eyes and classic smirk gave him a frivolous and three-pointed willfulness.Harry realized almost immediately that he must have intentionally not stopped himself from opening the presents, and would add fuel to the flames afterward.This bad character is really the same as in the future, always forcing him to make a decision.

"Well, you've won again," Harry murmured.Holding the book in the secret room in one hand, he knelt on the bed with one foot, lowered his body forward, and wanted to kiss that handsome face that was always a bit fickle.It wasn't that damn veela that made his blood boil, but this person who had been cold and didn't express his heart frankly.

Tom sat motionless, watching him approach.Just before Harry could touch his lips, he reached out and pulled.The latter didn't expect him to do this, and fell into his arms, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Knox."

The light in the cellar was out, and only the dim light of the flame in the fireplace illuminated the open book on the floor.There were some rustling and subtle movements in the darkness, like a rushing tide, or a suppressed murmur.