the Gambler

Voldemort opened his eyes with a satisfied smile. It was a wonderful night, and Harry was sitting in the astronomy tower of Hogwarts holding his arm, with the bright starry sky above and the soft grass below.Not to mention, he also shared a sweet kiss with his lover.After thinking about it carefully for a few minutes, he pulled out the magic wand hidden under the pillow, and a row of numbers appeared in the air. It was [-]:[-] in the morning, nearly half an hour later than his usual wake-up time.Blaming that on Harry, who was as sweet as the dream, was an irresistible temptation, wasn't it?

He could hear the splashing water in the bathroom, and Avery was humming an out-of-key tune.Abraxas is definitely combing his glorious blond hair, Voldemort snorted, yes, that flower peacock spends an hour every day occupying the washstand, and he can still catch Abraxas from the noise Complaints to Avery.

Voldemort lifted the curtain, and he had changed on the bed, feeling Lestrange's burning gaze and disappointed sigh.Bending down to put on the shoes, the bathroom attendant was just pushed away, and the visitor paused.Voldemort straightened slowly, meeting Abraxas' shocked face.

"I didn't know you were out of the hospital."

Abraxas' surprised voice woke up all the sleepy Slytherins in an instant, and they all stared straight at Voldemort, the kind of eyes full of longing that he hadn't seen for a long time.There may be more, but rarely without fear.Now Voldemort understood Harry's words a little bit, he still didn't think these people could be counted as his friends, but thinking of their inevitable death in the future, he was still full of melancholy.

"It was supposed to be today, but I sneaked back last night." Voldemort patiently explained, anyway, no one else had the guts to inquire about his private affairs, basically like a domestic dog waiting to be fed, no matter what he said, I can't wait to see the bones.Sure enough, everyone opened their mouths in surprise.Maybe not as different as he thought, Voldemort reminded himself, why on earth did he think his Slytherin was so much better than the future?

It was a rare sight for a large group of Slytherins to appear in the hallway at the same time, especially the handsome and charming Tom Riddle was also there, which made them sigh with satisfaction from many girls.Voldemort suppressed his irritability and showed a perfect smile to everyone. By the way, he quickened his pace and walked towards the auditorium. He opened the heavy door first, nodded to the professors on the staff table, and walked around to the end of the Slytherin table. Sit down at the end.A few seats away, Ellie Prince, who was buried in her book, looked up when she heard the movement, and the struggling emotion flashed across her face, and the girl forced a stiff smile.Voldemort could clearly see that Snape's huge hooked nose had been inherited from the other, along with the same greasy black hair and potion-soaked fingertips.He nodded casually, and glanced at Walburga who had been staring at him dumbfounded since he sat down. The latter coughed softly a few times, pinned his long soft and shiny hair behind his ears, and stood upright, showing his pride bust, and put on an elegant posture of an aristocrat: "Tom, I am very happy to see your healthy appearance. But I noticed sensitively, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Voldemort smiled.Yes, there was something on his mind, he was planning how to make another Dark Lord.He looked back at the long Ravenclaw table. The excluded Myrtle sat pitifully, occasionally glaring viciously at Olive Hornby through the messy hair that covered her eyes. Grade students.It was really funny, manipulating the girls who admired him against each other, and they were so stupid that they didn't even notice that they were just Tom's playthings to pass the time.

"You don't think Humbey is beautiful, do you?" Walburga wrinkled his nose with a disgusted expression. "She is not comparable to me at all."

"I have always believed in my own eyes. You are the most beautiful witch I have ever seen." Voldemort added silently in his heart, and you are also the scariest banshee.

"So, do you need me to help you decompress?" Walburga said teasingly, leaning forward slightly.Both Abraxas and Lestrange pressed their throats to make displeased sounds.Walburga's boldness has always been what Slytherin disagrees with the most, but she is still the most charming witch in Hogwarts. To a large extent, the anger of the opposite sex will be greatly reduced.Therefore, everyone has reached an unspoken agreement that they will not criticize Walburga's inappropriate behavior. The occasional gossip is naturally inevitable, but seducing the heir of Slytherin is still excusable.What's more, Tom Riddle can definitely be regarded as the dream lover of the girls in the whole school.

"Oh, Walburga darling, I have no intention of spending the night with you, yes, let alone entering into a marriage contract," Voldemort smiled with his chin lifted, and he could see Walburga's expression stiffen for a moment.Directly behind her, Aurel Black was the exact opposite, his entire face lit up by the news, which made him look much handsomer.Voldemort reminded Walburga that an admirer who had been unsuccessful for many years was looking at him: "Perhaps you should look back at your cousin O'Reil. The Palace of Marriage."

Walburga frowned, turning his head just in time to meet O'Reil's shining eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want to marry me? The marriage between Black and the descendants of Slytherin will become a sensation in the wizarding world." Walburga put his hand on Voldemort's thigh, trying to persuade him again, "And I can offer you A lot of help, whether it's economic or political, you can easily climb the pyramid of the Ministry of Magic if you want, and I look forward to the day when you stand at the top."

Voldemort moved away the witch's hand without a trace, still with a polite smile on his face: "Thank you very much for your kindness, I already have my own plan."

Abraxas finally couldn't bear the curiosity, and tapped the table to attract the attention of the two.

"What's that?" Abraxas narrowed his eyes, observing the ring on Voldemort's hand suspiciously, his tone was full of uncertainty, "It looks like a wedding ring, and you wear it on your ring finger. "

"Just to tell people that I've got my name," Voldemort said nonchalantly, stroking the cold gem's surface, "the matching one is on my partner."

"Partner?" The nearby Slytherins gasped heavily at the same time, looking at Voldemort in disbelief.This time, their uniform and unusual behavior attracted the attention of everyone in the auditorium, and there were whispers and pointing everywhere.Voldemort lifted his goblet with a curious gaze, and took a sip comfortably, as gracefully as if it contained fine red wine instead of pumpkin juice.

Dumbledore's suspicious eyes were also glued to him. Unlike 50 years later, he obviously hadn't learned to hide his emotions well under a kind appearance.Out of etiquette, or more precisely, provocation, Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, and he simply toasted the professor and finished it.Then he turned his attention again to the startled witch.

Oh, that's not a beautiful expression - Walburga opened his mouth wide, like a dehydrated goldfish, and it took him a long time to find his tongue: "You are already married? How is it possible, you just disappeared for one night! "

"A wonderful journey." Voldemort played with the ring absently. "If I hadn't seen this ring, I would have thought I was just having an incomparable dream. He is the most perfect partner I have ever seen, handsome, brave, Loyal and strong, the only person who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me is no wonder my soul mate."

"Him? Soul mate?" Alphard asked with interest, looking around at the disappointed expressions of the people around him.Seriously, Salazar, yes, he loves seeing those smug bastards with their tails between their legs, seriously, can't they just jump out of their fantasy world?Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Lord Voldemort means nothing to them.

"That's right, it's him, Alphard," said Voldemort, "with cute short black hair, piercing emerald eyes, a perfectly muscular, streamlined figure, and, oh, a bright, cheerful laugh. If you're lucky When you meet him, you will also be overwhelmed by his charm, especially when he is fighting, the thick magic power wraps his body layer by layer, there will be a bursting sound in the air, black hair is flying, eyes are burning, and even breathing is taken away Go. I have never seen such beauty."

"This description sounds really charming." Alphard was deep in thought, this boy must be very attractive, if he could make the high-sighted Lord Voldemort say such a compliment.He glanced at the ring, and continued: "Did you get him?"

Voldemort pushed the plate aside, which contained untouched bacon.He loved talking to people about Harry, and seeing their envious faces, blaming that on the show-off that couples in love must have, and he could be childish for a while.

"It took nearly three years."

"It seems that it is very difficult to pursue him—" Alphard wrinkled his nose, becoming more and more curious, "There is actually someone who can resist your charm for so long, I am sure the process will be full of challenges?"

"What do you think?" Voldemort smiled, "First of all, I have to kill nearly half of the boys and girls in the school, and then I have to deal with a rival who is as perfect as me." Survived the war, dear Harry was a very good leader."

"I can understand why you look down on others." Alphard shrugged and said indifferently, "If it were me, I'm afraid I would also like that mysterious boy. I hope to see it with my own eyes one day. Wait, you said It took three years? Time travel?"

"In a way, yes."

"Is he from the past or the future?"

"The future." Voldemort suddenly remembered that the next head of the Black family was Harry Potter, and couldn't help showing a strange smile, "You will see him, one day."

Alphard shuddered: "Why do I feel a little chill? Don't tell me he's a Black."

"Of course not, but it's almost there." Voldemort grinned, "Gaunt will be added later."