the Gambler

The promenade on the second floor has always been a place that few people come to, especially the women's bathroom at the end, which may have a lot to do with the dirt that cannot be removed all year round. Those girls who love cleanliness always avoid it.Myrtle was the only poor creature Voldemort knew to hide here and cry, and now, at last, she could be of some value.He cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, leaned against the cold wall with his chest crossed, and waited patiently for the arrival of his prey.Voldemort had already ensured that Humbey would double down on Myrtle today, and girls' jealousy was the easiest thing to manipulate, especially when dealing with creatures they regarded as lower.Oh, yes, Voldemort would not have left an impression on Myrtle at all, and if it wasn't for that ignorant Mudblood who stalked him, he wouldn't have become an accidental victim of Haierpo later.

Not long after, Myrtle appeared at the corner of the hallway. She stomped up the steps and rushed towards the bathroom angrily.People on both sides showed disgusted expressions at the same time, and Myrtle stared at them with a stinking face, and her steps slapped loudly.Voldemort couldn't help snorting, the look of anger that made the witch's unattractive appearance ugly, not to mention her freckled nose with glasses covered in greasy finger prints.Myrtle paused suddenly, scanned her surroundings warily, and quickly slipped into the innermost compartment of the bathroom.Soon, there was a harsh sound of locking inside.

Voldemort straightened up and cast a few wandless spells, which would solve many unnecessary troubles.Even Dumbledore, as shrewd as Dumbledore, could not trace the traces of magic. Anyway, after tonight, the murderer who killed Myrtle would disappear from this time and space.Undoubtedly a great idea.The poor man will pave his own way to a better future.Voldemort chuckled, and after ensuring that no one could come in, he walked slowly to the door of the compartment where the crying sound was constantly coming out, and he reached out and tapped on the door panel lightly.

The gasping inside stopped suddenly, and then Myrtle screamed, "Go away!"

"Crying won't solve the problem." Voldemort lowered his voice, coaxing as gently as possible.

"You're a boy, you can't come in here!"

"I am the prefect, and it is my responsibility to comfort the injured classmates."

"Tom?" asked Myrtle timidly from beyond the door.

Oh yes, she definitely wouldn't survive today.Voldemort suppressed his roiling rage, that ungrateful Mudblood would pay for his audacity, and no one but Harry could call him that!

"it's me."

There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing inside, and 5 minutes later, Myrtle's head appeared behind the door panel. She had obviously rearranged her appearance. If it weren't for her red and swollen eyes, no one would have been able to tell that she had just passed by. A piercing cry.Voldemort smiled and raised his wand, cast the Stunning Curse under the terrified eyes of the witch, and watched her fall heavily on the wet floor indifferently.

The light in the secret room was very dim, and Myrtle's unconscious body was lying on the huge golden magic circle in the middle. Due east, a faintly visible shadow appeared next to the diary. With the girl's lost vitality, that The outline of the black shadow became more and more obvious.Voldemort obsessively observed the process of Tom's physical acquisition in the diary. He knew that when Myrtle stopped even the now faint breathing, Tom would have real life.After interacting with Harry, Voldemort once heard the boy talk about the first time he encountered a diary. Harry subconsciously had a subtle feeling for Tom and treated him as a long-lost friend.It seems that this kind of attraction has existed for a long time. He couldn't help but imagine that if Harry came to the past instead of going to the future by himself, the soul link generated from the fateful night would no longer exist, and it would be impossible for them to believe in each other. love.

Maybe it's all fate.Voldemort wasn't sure if there really was a goddess of fate, but that wasn't a question worth considering right now, he needed to fill in the loop, the presence of a character who drove the storyline - the 'Dark Lord'.

"Good afternoon, another me."

Tom opened his bright blue eyes and watched Voldemort's expression suspiciously.

"You want me to replace you in this time and space." Tom said affirmatively.

"Of course, you still have to murder the Potters, don't you?"

"You want to kill Harry's parents? Really bad lovers, aren't you?"

"There's no need to speak barbed." Voldemort smiled slyly at Tom's diary, the other's expression was confused, but he didn't intend to tell him the specific plan.A soul with such a small quality cannot resist the rebound of the Killing Curse under the protection of blood magic and the backlash of violating the soul contract at the same time. He wants to ensure that the other self will die in Harry's baby in a certain sense. forward.The presence of the Soul Slice inside Harry is a must.If Tom knew that his life was being used as a stepping stone, he would definitely rise up and resist, which is why Voldemort chose to remove the obstacle as soon as possible.

Voldemort quickly cast the Binding Curse, and Tom the Diary stared wide-eyed in surprise. He had just acquired a body, and his speed and skill were not comparable to his own with another 50 years of memory and magic power, let alone without a wand as a weapon.Tom looked at Voldemort ferociously, wishing to cut him into pieces with his eyes.Voldemort shrugged, and took out a glass ball from his arms. He whispered hissing snake language, Tom's eyes widened because of the spell, and finally roared in disbelief: "You can't erase my memory forever!"

"Don't worry, I've thought it through very clearly. This is my improved spell, and it takes a lot of effort to break it." Voldemort's tone was very calm, as if the person who was calculating had nothing to do with him, "You just believe Don’t you? Don’t worry, I will implant the memory ball into your spiritual world, and you will continue to live on the original track, and all the memories will not come back until the day you finish murdering the Potters.”

"You bastard!"

"Yes, I already know that I am a bastard, and I don't need to state the facts." Voldemort stuffed the memory ball into his arms, and pulled out the replica of the wand he handed over from Harry, "When you wake up, you will find peach gold Mother is dead, killed by Helbo. To avoid Dippert's suspicions, you'll go to that stupid big Hagrid who tamed the illegal eight-eyed spider Aragog in the cupboard. You'll be safe Live to graduate and become the most evil Dark Lord. At the height of his power, his subordinates will bring prophecies about you and an unborn boy, and you will choose to kill the Potters because their child The true Son of Prophecy."

It was near the end of the semester, and there weren't many people in the library. Except for a few Ravenclaws who were still buried in their books, the whole place was empty.Voldemort finally found what he needed in the first area, the book that brought him to Harry, the book that recorded the soul mate summoning ceremony.His heart was beating fast, as if he had just run a few kilometers in a marathon.He tiptoedly hid the book in his bosom, greeted the administrator hurriedly, and started running. Many passers-by were surprised to see the unusual behavior of the model student, but he couldn't convince himself to care. For the first time, Voldemort was a little Nervous, damn it, that's an understatement, he's terribly nervous!If things go well tonight, he will be able to meet the lover of his dreams!

Voldemort jumped up the steps with ease, grabbed the turning head at the corner and quickly turned his body, pushed open the door leading to the abandoned classroom, leaned against the door panel and gasped for breath.It was less than three hours before he saw Harry. He stretched out his wand to clear away the dust all over the room, and drew a familiar magic circle on the ground.After everything was done, Voldemort spread the book in front of him, next to the handwritten book and the memory ball that recorded Haierbo's story, which was filled with thin white mist.

Yep, the memory ball that changed everything.

This is a good thing, the red smoke can tell its owner the fact of the memory loss rather than a specific memory.Tom hadn't expected it to imply that he had lost his memory and not Voldemort, which is why the memory ball turned red only after he came to that time and space.how interesting!The memory ball is very important. Considering that Voldemort is quite suspicious when he is newly incarnated, its appearance can play a role beyond imagination.No one knew himself better than Voldemort.In order to ensure the accuracy of the timing, he has ordered Abraxas to pass it on to Lucius as a treasure, and wait until the day when the ceremony is completed.

So far, the prerequisites for being a winner have been prepared.

As long as you read this Latin sentence, you can see Harry again, Voldemort kept reminding himself, there is nothing you dare not do, he is the Dark Lord.

The handsome Slytherin took a few deep breaths, stretched out his wand and pointed it at his acupoint:

"Everything is forgotten."

Tom wailed and covered his drowsy head. He didn't know how he got here, and he didn't know how long he had been lying on the cold ground.Obviously long enough to give a headache, he added silently.Supporting his upper body with his weak arms, Tom carefully observed his surroundings. This was a classroom that had been abandoned for a long time, with broken tables and chairs piled up in the corners.The sky was already dark, and the not-so-bright light came into the room through the dilapidated windows, illuminating the sparkling in the middle——

Memory ball?

Tom frowned deeply, and the red smoke inside indicated that he had lost part of his memory.He reached out and took the glass ball and weighed it carefully, and the instructions at the bottom made him look at the black magic books that were spread out.After roughly scanning the content, it was nothing more than summoning a soul mate. Tom snorted disdainfully. It seemed that he was going to perform a stupid ceremony before he passed out.For Salazar's sake, he must have gone out of his mind to believe in such illusory things.

You can give it a try, you won't lose anything anyway, right?A small voice sounded from the back of his head.

No kidding, your birth has nothing to do with love.The concept of soul mate is mutual, the two will love each other unconditionally, if you don't even have the ability to love, who will fall in love with you?Or did your momentarily froze mind also begin to believe words glimpsed in Walburga's pastime novels?Oh, and Slytherin is rolling in his grave.

Tom sneered, yes, this is a reasonable explanation.Who would believe in the existence of soul mates?

Anyway, we have reached the last step, why should we back down?With just a drop of blood, you can tell if he is real or not.The voice began to murmur again.

he?It's a funny thought, I didn't even know I liked boys more.Tom thought sarcastically.But this also makes sense, he needs a partner who is as strong as him, if not strong enough, who can bear his twisted personality?

Now that you have decided, let it go.The voice in my head exulted.

Tom straightened his body, walked unhurriedly to the center of the magic circle, and separated his fingers with a dagger. Dark red blood dripped down, and a glittering golden name appeared in the air——Harry James Potter.

"Harry," Tom savored the pleasure of the name slipping from the tip of his tongue. For some reason, his chest was filled with uncontrollable excitement. "Now, bring me to Harry."