Mentor and Friends

Tom knew that Harry was angry.

He never knew that when a person disappeared into his own world, he would live like a year.

Harry didn't come to class anymore, Tom didn't know what he said to the principal, anyway, the one who came to class now has become Ron's assistant, because the two of them used to have classes in the same classroom, so everyone I didn't find it strange.

The two of them have almost the same teaching style, no temper, gentle manner, and even assistant Ron is more popular with Gryffindors because of his personality.

Every time he entered the classroom and couldn't see the familiar figure, Tom felt his whole body trembling.

The loss of the diadem was no longer a worry to him, and Tom hadn't even noticed it.

He tried to go to the cellar to find Harry, but the password to the cellar had been changed. Even when he ordered the snake to open the door in Parseltongue, the snake shook its head at him tremblingly.

Tom doesn't know what Harry did to make the snake disobey his orders. You know, since Slytherin itself is a Parseltongue, and the symbol of Slytherin House itself is a snake, there are many snakes in Slytherin. The snake carvings that no one knows serve every generation of Parseltongues.

It is said that they came from the hands of Salazar Slytherin, and they are slaves of Salazar Slytherin themselves. They do not have any concept of time and only serve the Parselmouth.

The Vault itself is so close to the Slytherin Lounge that it's not an exaggeration to say that it's Slytherin territory.

Although Harry is a professor...but logically speaking, Harry couldn't stop the snake from obeying his orders.

Where is the problem...

Tom returned to his dormitory a little tired.

It has been a week since Harry broke his behavior that day.

He regretted countless times that he didn't say something to cover up when Harry found him, for example, he could say that he was studying the dark arts, ran to the Forbidden Forest because he was worried that the headmaster thought it was evil, or thought of something else. There are always some reasons that Harry would believe, but he didn't say anything, just staring at Harry blankly.

Perhaps it was Harry's unprecedented indifference that made him reluctant to tell other lies?

Tom closed his eyes.

He has been sleepless for a whole week.

Whenever I close my eyes, my mind is filled with the cold eyes of Harry that night, as if looking at a stranger... no, even scarier than a stranger, Harry's expression is like looking at his enemy, For a split second, Tom thought Harry was going to pull out his wand and hit him with a dozen Dark Arts.

It's like a duel between enemies, endless death.

But why... he was so pampering to Harry... why did Harry show such a look to him just because he found out that he was using black magic?

Sometimes he thought it was easy to understand Harry, and other times... Harry was so elusive.

He didn't know why Harry reacted so strongly, could it be...

Tom opened his eyes with a jerk, startled by the sudden rush of thought.

"Horcrux" has almost become a forbidden word, and he could get very little information out of Slughorn's mouth that day, and Slughorn was still because of his extremely high attainments in potions and his old age. How could Harry know about Horcruxes at such a young age? In other words, he knew that he was making Horcruxes?

Impossible, Tom grabbed his trembling hand, trying to calm himself down.

Impossible, although Harry is very talented in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Harry is so young after all, and Harry graduated in France, the attitude towards the dark arts in France is actually similar to that of Hogwarts , not Germany...

Shouldn't Harry know what he's doing, should he just be mad that he's doing such dangerous dark magic, or that he's so close to the depths of the Forbidden Forest?

Think on the bright side, Tom.

Even if he knew the Horcrux, he didn't necessarily know the process of making the Horcrux. Like when he asked Slughorn himself, he made the first Horcrux with some information and his own thinking.

Calm down Tom...

Tom kept convincing himself that with Harry's character, as long as he apologized to him, Harry would forgive himself, right?

I will definitely...

Tom gradually stabilized his breathing. The constant speculation before made him break out in a cold sweat. In this winter season, it actually made him break out in a cold sweat. One can imagine how hard the guess just now had on him.

There will always be a way.

Tom thought, Harry was such a soft-hearted person, there would always be a way to make him forgive him.

……

Tom thought that Harry would forgive himself quickly, but that was based on the fact that he could apologize to Harry.

For the next period of time, he never saw Harry.

Even Christmas….

At the Christmas banquet, as a warrior, he danced gracefully on the dance floor with his partner. No one knew that under that gentle and polite appearance, there was a rage that was about to erupt like a volcano.

Moody unexpectedly invited Ron as a dance partner, and what was even more surprising was that Ron actually agreed.

Tom sat on the sofa after dancing, his partner accepted someone else's invitation, and Tom, holding a glass of juice, looked sullenly at Ron Evans, who was dancing with Moody.

He tried to talk to the other party, but the other party didn't say anything, as if deliberately concealing him.

Sometimes, he could feel that the other party was avoiding him deliberately, that is to say, the other party knew where Harry was, but just didn't want to tell him.

Thinking about it now, Ron Evans seems to have an inexplicable sense of rejection towards him. At least sometimes when he gets along with Harry, Ron Evans has an extremely complicated expression on his face.

It's like the other party knows something.

At the end of the song, the other party seemed to be planning to rest. Tom watched him walking towards him. He was about to speak, but the other party gave him a cold look.

"Harry will be back before the second game, you don't have to ask me where he is," Ron looked at him indifferently, "I know what he's doing, but I don't know where he is now, what Harry has to do I can't stop things."

"I……"

"Tom Riddle, Harry believes in you." Thinking of the anger in Harry's eyes that day, the indifference in Ron's eyes became even worse. He hadn't seen Harry's mood swings so much for a long time, "I hope you don't let him once Disappointed again."

"he……"

"You're not the only one who's smart." Harry wasn't too bad, was he?

And what is Harry doing?

That day, after Harry Apparated, he didn't go far. Tom froze in place. Harry just wanted to leave quickly. He was afraid that if he continued like this, he couldn't help but want to kill him.

He came to the gate of Hogwarts, which was the end of the apparation, and after a little further, the apparation would not be possible.

He happened to bump into Ron who was waiting at the door, missing him.

Ron was taken aback by his murderous look.

"Dude, what's the matter with you?"

"He's making that," Harry said angrily, throwing the diadem on the floor. "He's making that thing, damn it."

"So fast?" Ron immediately understood what Harry meant by "that", but as far as he knew, Voldemort should have only completed one Horcrux during his school days. Why would Tom be in the seventh grade? Start making Horcruxes?

"I don't know, he was already halfway through when I went in." Harry stared at the crown, "He didn't kill people, but he got human blood, so he probably wanted to use this as a medium to take a human life to achieve The purpose contributed to the completion of the second one, I didn't expect him to have already found out this method."

"Harry," Ron touched Harry's back lightly, "what are you going to do?"

"You're going to substitute for me for a while." Harry put away the crown, "I'll go to the headmaster to ask for a leave of absence, and I want to take some time off immediately."

"Where are you going?"

"Destroy everything we know that may be the carrier of Voldemort's Horcrux." Harry took a deep breath, "Since I have decided to change Tom's fate, I can't give him any possibility of becoming Voldemort. Hermione agreed with me doing that, so why would I care about it?"

"What you are destroying is only what we know, and if he can't find those things, he will definitely find other things to replace them." Ron shook his head disapprovingly, "Don't you know it yourself, he can't Giving up what you want."

"I know, Ron." Harry lowered his head, "I know." He took the wand in his hand, "I just wanted to try Lead him to another path. If I succeed, I can rest assured when I go back later, if I can't succeed after doing so much, then before we go back, I will kill him first."

He didn't want another Voldemort to be born.

Ron knew that Harry went to the headmaster. Although he didn't know what Harry said to the headmaster, the headmaster finally agreed to leave the school and come back before the second game.

Then Harry left Hogwarts, no one had news of him, even Ron didn't know if Harry's plan was going well or not.

Ron only knew what became the Horcrux, and only Harry knew where the carriers that became the Horcrux were placed before they fell into Tom's hands.

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83. The second game ([-])

Tom never knew that time could pass so long.

Repeating everything he was used to in the past, he suddenly found that it was so strange, so overwhelming, as if he had never done the things he had repeated many times in the past.

Obviously he didn't bother to do anything recently because of his bad mood, but his current situation looks like he has been doing something all night, and everyone can see that he has no energy.

And these situations, in the eyes of some people, became that he was worried about the second game, or that he didn't understand the content of the second game.

Someone will always blame Harry for this situation, especially someone who can't eat grapes and says grapes are sour.

"Harry too, really, is there any important thing that can't be resolved after the game? What is the most important thing in the competition, so that those who don't have self-awareness can really be qualified as instructors?" The faceless Harry said to Slughorn, who had been dissatisfied for a long time, "Tomorrow is the second match."

"Harry said he would be back before the game, and he had already told Tom everything he needed to pay attention to in the second game, and he would go about his own business after explaining it to him. Horace, don't worry too much about it." Professor Sprout, who just took up the post of professor of herbal medicine, shook his head and said, "Harry is very careful, and he is also a professor at Hogwarts, so he won't be confused about the importance of this match."

"Heh, I just think he took this game too easily. You must know that the Triwizard Tournament is not a casual game."

"I think it's because you took this game too hard." Ron couldn't bear to slam his teacup on the table. He has never been a good-tempered person. The habit of not choosing what to say.

He has never been a good-tempered man. To put it bluntly, he is impulsive. I think that when he was a student, he often quarreled with Hermione and Harry because of his outspokenness. Although he has grown up and understands many things now, it does not mean that he listens. Slughorn's whining for so long would lose his temper.

Although Slughorn sounds very reasonable, for the students of his own college, for the sake of Hogwarts, it is not surprising that he is worried. Ron himself can't stand it, let alone after listening to it for so long .

"If you really think Harry is irresponsible, then come on." Ron looked at him fiercely, "I know you've thought about this for a long time, don't deny it."

Ron scolded fiercely in his heart, and then left in full view.

Don't even look at who Harry left for so long, champion?snort!

"He..." Slughorn looked at Ron's retreating back, and didn't even have a chance to stop him.

With the gradual departure of the older generation of professors, Hogwarts has new blood, but the blood is still so young at this time. Although Slughorn is not old at this time, he can be regarded as older than them. For a generation, and he himself is a highly respected master of potions, so naturally no one will do anything to him, let alone contradict him-he has taught many students, and many of them have inspired enviable achievement.

"Ron is right, Horace," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, putting down his cup of sweets. "Harry is a grown man, and we have all seen his conduct. Do, but he's not going to leave Tom like that, you're overthinking."

"Huh? Am I overthinking?" Slughorn said incredulously.

"Harry can do a good job, you should trust Harry and Tom too." Dumbledore looked at Tom who was eating below. The movement on the teacher's seat just now did not affect the children below. Although Ron was impulsive, But at any rate, he didn't make the whole school known - Dumbledore should be glad that Ron at this time is no longer the Ron of his student days, otherwise he might have shouted that the entire auditorium was echoing his voice.

"Oh, well well, since you all believe what they say." Slughorn smacked his lips unwillingly, but he also knew that it was no use complaining-but it was like a vain People are not reconciled after others have robbed their glory, so they will complain, although there is no malice, but it will be unbearable for a long time.

The laughter in the auditorium continued, and Tom was in a daze as always.

When a person is in a daze for a long time, they will think about a lot of things, things that they didn't think about before, and things that they didn't think about will all come to mind in unison.

For example, before Harry came to Hogwarts, he was obviously so busy every day, studying and planning occupied all of his life, even now that Professor Slughorn has opinions on him and wants to go to Hogwarts It may be difficult to find him to get a permit for district j□j, but he is Tom Riddle, a good student recognized by the whole school, without Slughorn, he will have someone else to help, so what is he worried about?

But now, he would open a book and then be in a daze for a long time, half an hour or an hour before he realized that he hadn't read anything.

Obviously, he just returned to his previous life, and he would no longer occasionally meet Harry in the library, and he no longer had to worry about seeing Harry's thoughtful eyes when he asked Harry for permission, and he didn't have to prove anything. Go to Harry with questions that he already knew about.

To prove what?

Who knows.

Tom put down the glass in his hand blankly.

He had spent more than ten years of life in a dull and boring way, and Harry had only been in his own world for less than two years before he let himself get used to his existence.

That person is actually very similar to Dumbledore, he is as gentle and will not lose his temper with others, just like he believes that everyone loves each other.

But why did he hate waiting for unfavorable people and feel that that person was hypocritical, but why was he so used to Harry's existence?

Obviously... there is nothing special about that person except that his unkempt hair may be found in the crowd.

But why, how long has he been in a trance for as long as he has been gone?

"Tom?" Someone next to him tentatively called him, and he came back to his senses and turned his head slightly.

"The game will be ready tomorrow, are you really okay?" Abraxas asked.

"Is there anything wrong with me?" Tom exhaled softly, "I said, the trophy will belong to Hogwarts, and it will belong to Slaterin."

"But Professor Harry didn't come back." Abraxas frowned slightly, "Are you okay without him?"

"It's me playing, not him. Even if he is there, it's just giving me advice. Maybe he's back and we don't know."

"Already back?" In fact, sometimes, Abraxas couldn't understand Tom's charades more and more. Although it was an art of Slytherin to beat around the bush, it was a pity that he felt that Tom's style was becoming less and less clear to him.

"Yeah...about the second game..."

Tom suddenly remembered the parchment he got in the first game, and the content on it suggested.

The meaning of the above is explained, isn't it that you need to take back your own treasures?

But now, the crown was taken away by Harry. He didn't think that the second match would start so soon in advance. That crown should have been taken away by Harry in a fit of anger when he saw him using it for practice or using black magic. Maybe It will never appear in his hands again.

And his diary was fine, he put it away and treasured it, and no one could find it or get it.

So what else does he have that is most precious to him?

His prized wand?

Don't be silly, they can't rob a warrior of his wand and let the warrior play empty-handed or with a second-hand wand.

What is his most precious thing?

Out of the dead, then it is the living.

Abraxas is his only friend in Slytherin, but Slytherin's friendship has always been mixed with interests. Perhaps this friendship is too complicated, so that Abraxas will never be his. treasure.

Well there is only one person.

The person who made him miss him, made him worry about him, and made him lose his mind since he disappeared.

Harry, you're actually back, right?

Actually...you are my treasure, right?

Abraxas felt deeply disturbed when he saw Tom slipping into a trance again.

Tom has never been so absent-minded. Can such a Tom survive the second game safely?

Just when everyone was thinking about each other, the second game came quietly.

"Whether you understand the prompts you got in the first game or not, we will start the second game." Mr. Kevin said enthusiastically - the viewers are always easier than the performers, because they feel Without that pressure, "The venue for the second match is the entire Hogwarts."

The Warriors listened to him calmly, as if they already knew the content of the second game.

"You go to your venue according to the location set by the parchment, and look for your treasures. The first game is not limited, but the time for the second game is limited to three hours. Warriors who complete within the specified time, the judges The score starts from six points, and if the time is exceeded but within one hour of the time limit, the judges will start to score four points, that is to say, if someone does not come back here within four hours, we can only give points as appropriate and score It must be at least five points lower than the warrior with the lowest score who completed within the specified time."

Tom tapped his palm lightly with his wand.

In the first game, he cared about the score, but then he was completely attracted by the scene presented to him by the illusion, and now, before it even started, he was guessing about other things.

"Okay, now the game starts, you can go, remember, we are here waiting for you."

Tom strode away.

Will the treasure I need to find be you?

it's you, right?

Harry...

84. The second game ([-])

Compared with the limited venue of the first game, it seems that the "unlimited venue" of the second game has added certain difficulties to the warriors. Hogwarts says big or small, even in Hogwarts It is very difficult for a student who has lived in Hogwarts for several years and knows the topography of Hogwarts very well, even the habit of those prank stairs, to walk around the school within three hours.

But if you already know the content of your second game, you can easily find your own venue.

Just like Tom, he was already heading for the stairs at this time.

His venue is on the side of the teaching building. Many people don't know why the vacant teaching building can be used as the venue for the competition. It is estimated that many people will think that the organizers are opening the door for Hogwarts warriors.

But Tom knows why.

Maybe he's one of the very few who knows the secret here.

It's too close to the Room of Response, maybe his treasures are hidden inside.

Durmstrang's Henry Burr and Beauxbaton's Clares Guy entered the Black Lake. Although the temperature is cold now, it may not be difficult for German students, but it is difficult for Beauxbaton's players. I don't know how she can leave the Black Lake as soon as possible.

Another of Durmstrang's warriors is heading for the greenhouse.

The venue for the second game is the entire school, but the venue for each warrior is actually limited to a fixed location.

Tom went up the steps.

Because of the needs of the game, the stairs here are enchanted, and the scenes here are also enchanted. It looks like staying in a circular closed space. Every room looks the same. The stairs move chaotically. The time will rotate for a few minutes before stopping. When it stops, it is difficult to detect whether the room just now has changed.

Tom pushed open one door after another calmly, but behind those doors, there was really nothing.

It is useless to make marks on the door. After the stairs are turned, the marks that were originally made will disappear completely.

The consequence of this is that it is very possible that he has walked around here for an hour, and it is still the same door that he pushed open.

In this case, giving him another four hours is not enough!

Tom sighed.

He still doesn't know what to do.

It was as if he couldn't do anything without Harry.

When did he become so restrained in doing things?

Tom only felt that the turning stairs had turned his brain too dizzy, and he couldn't think about anything.

But there was nothing he could do except push open these doors that all looked the same.

Tom knew he couldn't go on like this, and if it went on like this, he couldn't get his mind right and there was nothing he could do.

From the next door, he has to do something...

As he thought so, after the stairs stopped, he pushed open the door in front of him.

A thin man stood in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.

He just paused in place: "Ha...Harry?"

Is it Harry?It's Harry, right, but why...why do you look at him with such a strange expression?

"Harry...you..."

He wanted to say something, such as explaining what happened before, such as asking where Harry had been during this time, for example, saying to Harry, unexpectedly, my treasure is you.

He felt that he seemed to have a lot to say, but when facing the expressionless Harry, he seemed unable to say anything.

The other party just looked at him coldly, and that coldness reminded him of the way Harry looked at him that day when he found him in the Forbidden Forest.

It also made him feel so cold.

"Harry..." Reason told Tom that something was wrong with Harry, but before he had time to think about why something was wrong with Harry, the person in front of him began to move his footsteps, as if he wanted to leave his sight like before.

Tom has never been out of control in the past ten years-after the magic violence at a very young age, he seems to have no accidents again.

But...but...

"Harry, where are you going..."

But there is such a person who can force him to lose himself, lose judgment, lose recognition, lose everything, worry about gains and losses, and become no longer like himself.

Harry was out of his sight eventually, just like when he had suddenly Apparated in the Forbidden Forest.

Tom stayed where he was, watching Harry leave where he had last stood.

He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and even the wand that he had held tightly before seemed to be about to fall to the ground.

No one has ever affected his mood so far.

"Harry...where are you..." He waited wearily against the door without stepping into the stairs.

Yes, he was waiting for the Boggart that disappeared, maybe he forgot to tell it in the beginning because of the surprise, but he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't tell it after the fact.

It was a Boggart turned into Harry.

It presents one's own greatest fears.

If it is said that in the first game, the illusion allowed him to enjoy the delicacy of power, which he still remembers to this day, then this time, this Boggart made him experience what he was worried about—— He worried about Harry leaving him, always, always.

He felt that he couldn't kill that Boggart like this, even if it was fake, he couldn't do anything to Harry either.

But he doesn't want to leave right now, even if it's just an illusion, even if it's just an indifferent him, it's better than never seeing him...

Thousands of thoughts passed by, and that indifferent person appeared in front of him again.

Tom looked at him without blinking.

He disappeared in front of him, then appeared again, disappeared again, and appeared again.

Tom finally raised his wand: "You're not him."

The Boggart disappeared behind him, and Tom left without any regrets.

Yes, it is not him, no matter how much it pretends to look like, no matter how it behaves, it is not him after all.

In a daze, Tom opened the next door.

"Tom?" He heard a helpless sigh, "You can actually open this door..."

Tom's hand was still on the moment when the door was opened, and he stood there in a daze when he remembered the sigh, that soft sigh seemed to fill his world at that moment, even though it was in his ears After brushing past it, it gradually dissipated, but Tom felt that the soft sigh really made his heart ache.

Harry was right in front of him, with a faint smile that seemed a little helpless, a little indulgent.

The place he was in was very similar to the cellar setup, and it looked like Tom had accidentally pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, and what he was thinking of was exactly what Harry wanted from the Room of Requirement before he entered it.

Here...it was literally the second cellar, Tom's favorite place to hang out besides the library.

"Harry?" He felt his throat was terribly dry, and his voice was completely hoarse as he uttered the note, leaving him bewildered.

"It's me." Harry stood in front of him with a helpless expression on his face.

After all, he got all the Horcruxes he knew and destroyed them one by one. He did this for this child, and he wanted to try again.

Also felt that he needed to believe in himself, that he should be able to stop Tom from going down the path he hated.

Tom was such a wonderful person, and the way he made his way in the wizarding world shouldn't be that scary.

Although he didn't know why he was so persistent, he always knew that he couldn't give up on this child—maybe it wasn't a child anymore, he... was an adult.

"Sorry, I couldn't make it back for your birthday." Harry said, Christmas is Tom's birthday, and they celebrated it in Gryffindor Valley last year, but it's a pity he couldn't make it back this year when he went out to do errands. On the day of the New Year's Eve, he seemed to have fallen asleep because he had consumed too much mana.

"Tom?" Harry was a little puzzled. Tom seemed to have been in a state of absence since he opened the door. What's the matter?

"you……"

"Harry." The young man who was already taller than him at some point suddenly reached out and hugged him in his arms, as if he had finally found his long-lost treasure, he just wanted to hug him tightly, Cherish it like never letting go.

"Tom?" Harry didn't know why, and patted him on the back lightly.

"I thought...you weren't coming back," Tom whispered in Harry's ear, softly.

"I just went out to do some errands, how could I not come back." Harry laughed, "I was really angry when you messed around in the Forbidden Forest before, Tom, you shouldn't touch those things, these things are not for you Okay, although I have no objection to your research on black magic, but you are such a smart person, how can you not know where the boundaries are."

"I know, Harry, I know..." Tom closed his eyes, breathing extremely greedily, "Harry..."

He felt that he seemed to have a thousand words and seemed to want to say a lot, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

"Okay... let's go out, it's still time for the game, we..."

The unfinished words were finally drowned in Tom's desperate kiss, even before Harry could react, those lips were already pressed together, enveloping his world like a demand.

If the kiss in Godric's Hollow was an accident, what about now?

Harry's head exploded with a bang, as if something had been broken, he couldn't think for a moment, and he let Tom push away...

85. The second game ([-])

It happened so suddenly that Harry couldn't react at all. For a moment, he forgot whether he was going to push Tom away.

It was as if he was back on the path in Godric's Hollow that year. He was also frightened by this man's sudden kiss. People say that there are some things that can be dealt with once experienced, but for Harry, this It was always a strange subject for him, perhaps even more difficult to break than Potions.

However, the difference is that the passionate kissing interest back then was still a little green, but now this young man's kiss is completely predatory.

He was so ruthless that he attacked and burned himself, and after missing the opportunity to push him away, Harry was doomed to bear the aura that did not belong to him.

Tom kissed Harry fascinatedly, his reason told him he couldn't do it, he hadn't apologized to Harry yet, maybe Harry was still angry with him, Harry, sometimes even when he was angry, he wouldn't It will show you the slightest bit, what he is doing now is likely to make Harry sentence himself to death, but man, he is also a man, no matter how wise, calm, and perfect he is usually, he is also a man, with It has its own weaknesses and its own negative scales.

Even if it is myself, I dare not touch it.

It seemed that as soon as he touched it, his whole body would tremble in pain, but that Ni Lin, whom he himself was reluctant to touch, could never see his carefulness, he was afraid of hurting him and scaring him, but he himself, Unknowingly, he stabbed all kinds of knives at him, causing him unbearable pain and restlessness.

This is his treasure...

Tom prized Harry's jaw open, and a shudder came from his throat.