the Gambler

When the wizards on the platform were almost gone, Harry took out a delicate vanity mirror from his snakeskin pocket, grabbed the handle himself, and signaled Tom to touch the mirror.The latter's fingers just touched the cold glass, and a huge force hooked their navels. After the overwhelming dizziness, Harry found himself held in Tom's arms, and the latter had a teasing expression on his face .Harry quickly jumped out of Tom's arms, a sound of messy footsteps came from upstairs, and the next moment, he was embraced by Sirius whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"My little prong!" Sirius grabbed Harry's shoulder and looked at the boy's appearance carefully, showing a bright smile, "Isn't he much handsome? Is anyone chasing you? Boy or girl? Oh, I always We all know that you have inherited the qualities of James and me, and you will be a popular boy!" The man happily patted Harry on the back, and the latter returned his equally dazzling smile.

"Then you don't have to worry, he won't be there in the future." Tom dragged Harry out of Sirius' palm and pulled him to his side. "He will only belong to me."

Sirius' expression turned cold when he saw Tom, and a suppressed growl escaped from his throat, the desire to rip the little bastard's throat was interrupted by Mrs Black's sudden high-pitched curse.

"You unfilial son! Defiled the ancient and noble lineage of the Black family! After you brought in those disgusting and lowly werewolves, half-giants, pure-blood traitors and half-bloods, you now have to let your stupid godson live Come in--"

"Shut up!" Sirius yelled at the portrait.

"Now you still want me to shut up! You useless trash, if Regulus is still alive, the Black family will definitely continue to flourish—"

"He's dead! It's all your fault!" Sirius slapped the portrait vigorously, and the witch let out an angry growl. Her disheveled hair and ferocious expression were no different from the legendary monsters that would attack children in dreams.

"Walburga." A magnetic voice broke into the dispute.

"Who allowed you to call me by my name, you—" The witch named raised her voice, making Harry unable to help covering his ears.The boy was waiting for the next wave of torture, but he heard the woman's surprised tone: "Wait, are you Tom? Tom Riddle?"

"It's been a long time, and I didn't expect you to be dead. Walburga, it's a pity that your beauty still burns my eyes." Tom nodded slightly, " As mistress of the noble Black family, I hope you will welcome Harry and me with the same grace."

Mrs. Black screamed and hid behind the curtain. Harry didn't know what the witch was up to. A moment later, a gorgeously dressed witch who still had a charm appeared on the portrait with a shy smile on her face. None moved away from Tom.Mrs. Black opened the fan in her hand to cover the part below the tip of her nose, and her gentle and sticky voice reached everyone's ears: "I didn't expect to see you here. You are still handsome and charming, dear Tom."

The astonished godfather and son raised their eyebrows at the same time.Seriously, that crazy old crone had a crush on the young Dark Lord?Wow, this is really big news.

"I must admit that I am also surprised. It has been nearly half a century since I saw you at such a young age again. Time travel?" Mrs. Black fluttered her thick eyelashes and smiled at Tom.Sirius twitched the corners of his mouth.

Tom leaned against the wall next to the portrait with his arms folded, and looked at the witch without breaking his sight: "Perhaps it can be said that, in fact, magic decided to bring me to this time and space," he put his arms around Harry's waist, looking He explained to Mrs. Black's surprised expression, "This is Harry Potter, my soul mate."

"It's impossible! How do you know he's your soul mate?" Noticing Tom's cold expression, Mrs. Black adjusted her attitude. She knew very well that Tom didn't like being questioned. If she wasn't a portrait, she might already be in Under 'Cruciatus', "I just didn't know you were interested in the same sex, I'm a little surprised."

"You're not the first to sleep with me, and you won't be the last." Tom dropped the bomb nonchalantly, not paying attention to the terrified expressions of the others present, "I had a few wonderful nights with Abraxas. And , from now on I would like you to be called Marvolo."

Harry noticed that Mrs. Black's face was quite ugly. The witch struggled to keep the noble mask, and quickly disappeared into the portrait after nodding to Tom. Harry suspected that Mrs. Black might be hiding somewhere to cry. His words hit the witch very hard, and for the first time in his life, Harry felt sympathy for this woman.Looking at Sirius again, he looked almost dizzy, who would have thought that his mother had such a relationship with the Dark Lord.

"It's what you want, too?" Harry met Tom's calm face, which had no emotion in his beautiful lake blue eyes.

"She needs to get rid of those boring thoughts. I never intend to establish a stable relationship with people," Tom tilted his head, his eyes narrowed as if lost in memory, and Harry quietly waited for the boy's next words.

"Gender doesn't matter to me, it's just warm flesh."

"Who's Abraxas?" Harry thought it would be nice to gossip now and then.

"Malfoy. He's better than ever in bed." Tom's comment made both Harry and Sirius choke, and Harry quickly grabbed the latter, and the next moment the man fainted from his back In the arms of the godson.Frowning, Tom helped Harry lay the unconscious Sirius flat on the couch.

"You two are really alike, even in the way you faint."

Harry wiped Sirius' cheek lightly with a damp towel, and the latter let out a sleepy sigh of satisfaction.The boy didn't look up, and continued the topic just now: "Seriously, you've filled my head with horrible images. I mean, how could you do anything to Malfoy? They—well, I don't know, I'm not going to sleep with that ferret anyway."

"Malfoy is quite creative." Tom handed Harry another clean towel.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, don't give me any more material, I'm not feeling well now." Harry glared at the wizard who was holding back his laughter, and resumed his movements.Thinking suddenly of Draco, Harry looked in horror at Tom, who was sneering and waiting for him to speak.Harry made a puking expression: "You didn't intend to attack Malfoy, did you? I mean Draco Malfoy, my God, don't bring that ferret into our bedroom, you can go to the Slytherin dormitory "Harry was hairy all over, the boy shook his head to shake the messy thoughts out of his mind, and continued to add: "I don't want to know anything."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in that kid," Tom put his hand on Harry's hair, which was as soft as he imagined, "he seems more interested in you."

Harry shook his body, and the towel fell on Sirius' face with a snap, and the man who was hit opened his eyes in bewilderment, only to see his beloved godson yelling at the young Dark Lord: "I absolutely can't Having sex with Malfoy! He's a nasty fellow, and we're enemies, enemies!"

"Don't you think it's so exciting to hold an enemy down and hear him gasp and cry because of you?"

"Shut up, Tom!" Harry blushed, he knew he was still a virgin, but Tom was only a year older than himself, Merlin's socks, and he was too open!

Tom wrapped his arms around Harry's waist from behind with that gentle but inescapable strength, put his head on the boy's shoulder, and pressed his lips next to Harry's ear, because he would touch Harry's earlobe from time to time when he spoke : "Although I think he's more likely to hold you down, you look fit to be loved," Tom's hand slid down Harry's back to the top of his hip, and the boy trembled, "So sweet and so soft," lips Feathering over his bare//exposed neck, "Just for me-"

Sirius jumped up from the sofa in an instant, bared his teeth and rushed towards the bastard who was teasing his most precious godson. Tom grabbed Harry's waist and dodged to the side, the washbasin filled with water was knocked over, wet The liquid stained the entire carpet.Sirius turned his head quickly, and the tip of his nose just met Tom's wand. The latter's indifferent tone caused the temperature in the whole room to drop by more than five degrees: "There will be no next time, Sirius Black, I don't care if you Harry's godfather, you mean nothing to me."

The Latin words for Cruciatus were still coiled on the tip of Tom's tongue when he felt another wand against his chin.The young Dark Lord looked down into bright emerald eyes, and Harry had the same indifferent expression on his face. Did he ever say how much he liked green?The magic in Harry's eyes made Tom feel his blood rushing to his groin, he'd never been so easily teased, Tom wasn't one to be easily driven, which is why he only ever went to Waugh The cause of Albuga and Abraxas.But Harry was different. It had been a long time since he had met anyone who dared to point a wand at him, especially when the other party knew him better than anyone else.Tom buried his head into the latter's neck under Harry's surprised gaze, and inhaled deeply the faint scent of lilies on the boy's body to calm his agitation.

Harry was made for himself, Tom smiled, how could he refuse the gift of magic?

Tom pushed away the boy in his arms, half-slumped up and smiled at Harry, and quickly disappeared at the end of the dilapidated corridor after throwing Sirius a warning look.

Sirius pulled Harry away, looked carefully to make sure that there was no trace of injury on the boy, and let out a heavy breath.

"He's very dangerous." The nervous man opened his mouth. The moment Tom pointed his wand at him, he felt as if he was being strangled by the god of death. He had no doubt that the other party would cast a curse, and it seemed that he did have such a plan. .If it weren't for Harry's intervention, Sirius couldn't imagine what he would be in now.Jeopardy is an understatement, Tom Riddle is scary.

"I know." Harry's firm tone made Sirius wonder if his godson was really only 15 years old. He had been told by Principal Dumbledore about the accident in the Triwizard Tournament, including Tom's role in it. .It seems that Harry has slowly grown into a completely different person in the short month since the end of the game. Harry is more like a warrior wrapped in armor, maybe not a real warrior yet, but he is indeed growing , this change is especially obvious when facing Riddle.Sirius didn't know whether to feel joy or sorrow, joy at Harry's vigilance and acumen, and sorrow at Harry's loss of innocence and innocence.Tom's viciousness seems to have catalyzed Harry's maturity.

"I know." Harry repeated, looking up at his godfather with a relieved smile, "If I have to be tied to Tom, I should take advantage of this opportunity and find a weakness that I can exploit before he leaves , there will be a better chance of winning when facing Voldemort," Harry was playing with the holly wand, he could feel the phoenix tail feathers colliding with his own magic power and humming happily, "I need to watch Tom carefully, the premise of victory is Get to know your enemy."

"You look like a crafty Slytherin, Prong," Sirius pouted.

"That's what the Sorting Hat says."

The man's eyes widened, he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, and tapped the boy's head lightly with his clenched fist: "Hey! You haven't told me a lot! I'm your favorite godfather!