the Gambler

In the completely opposite place where Gryffindor is brightly lit, there are many people sitting in twos and threes in the Slytherin lounge, closest to the fireplace, Draco nestled in the middle of the huge sofa, and Crabbe and Goyle stood side by side. behind.Facing his direction, Bryce was flirting with a third-year witch, while Pansy was flipping through the latest "Witch Weekly" and recording the list of goods that needed to be purchased on parchment.

"By the way, Porter was dragged into confinement today, but Riddle didn't say anything at all. He also looks like a bully. I thought he would protect his little love," Pansy said suddenly, and the whole lounge instantly Quiet, everyone focused on their circle of people.The witch was very satisfied with the effect of her words, she raised her voice and continued, "I don't know what's so good about Potter? Look at his messy hair, clothes that look like sacks all the time, and glasses with beer bottle caps. Really, Is no one going to reform the famous savior? The Potters have as much gold as the Parkinsons, though I'm not happy to admit it."

Bryce straightened up from the position where he almost fell on the junior girl, and he looked at Pansy with interest: "Actually, Potter has a pair of bright green eyes and a muscular body. If you look carefully, he Nice ass too."

The shock caused by Bryce's words was unexpected. Since no one thought about the golden boy of Gryffindor from that aspect, now they carefully recalled Harry's appearance during the Quidditch match, many The man nodded in agreement with the wizard.Pansy pouted in exasperation, closed the magazine hard, and said in a tone of disgust, "Potter isn't pretty at all, he's just a scrawny dwarf with eyes and toads soaked in potion Eyeballs make no difference!"

"No one says he's beautiful, but his eyes—" Bryce tilted his head in thought for a moment, "I think they're the most beautiful green I've ever seen without the glasses, better than my mother's favorite opal." The necklace is even more pure. I can ignore other parts just because of those eyes. Maybe a //night// relationship is a good option."

Whistles sounded one after another in the lounge, and several wizards howled at Bryce Wolf, who put on a bright smile, showing a row of white teeth.

"Say it as if you've actually seen it before." Pansy muttered dissatisfiedly. She cast her eyes on Draco, hoping that Draco would stand by her side. After all, this was the one who opposed Potter the most.

"He does have a pair of charming emerald eyes." Draco frowned and recalled the confrontation with Harry, the boy's eyes were like a burning flame because of anger.

"As a Slytherin, you all have such bad taste." Pansy stood up, she didn't want to talk to this group of wizards with smart//worm brains now, to be honest, Potter is not good-looking at all, even if He wasn't a Gryffindor, and she didn't want to date him.Perhaps the Porter type is more popular among boys?Pansy shook her head and put this funny idea behind her, raised her chin and said disdainfully, "But Riddle is the one with the worst taste."

"In fact, I, who is the least tasteful, is standing behind you." An indifferent voice sounded faintly, and the people who were still discussing enthusiastically quickly fell silent.Pansy twisted her body abruptly, facing Riddle's curved mouth, and took two steps back involuntarily.The witch looked around and found that almost everyone showed the same unbelievable expression, as if Riddle appeared out of thin air.Pansy glanced at the direction of the hole out of the corner of his eye, where the portraits were still closed.

"You! How did you get in?!" Pansy screamed. "You don't know the password to the Slytherin lounge!"

Riddle frowned, he hated high-pitched voices, it hurt his ears.

"I don't think it's necessary to tell you that it was Slytherin who moved the thing around your neck," Riddle narrowed his eyes at Draco, who pursed his mouth and got up to give the person who came, while he himself Occupied Pansy's previous position.This action made everyone present immediately understand that the Malfoy family accepted Riddle's domination.Riddle sat down in a comfortable position, raised his head and looked at the dazed witch contemptuously, "Although I don't think you have anything else in your head besides water and air."

A burst of laughter erupted in the living room.When Pansy closed her eyes and opened them again, she had changed from an angry and red-faced witch to a proud princess. She puffed up her chest and approached Riddle, took out a white handkerchief from her arms and threw it at the boy's face. The latter was in the palm of the hand before the handkerchief fell.Riddle glanced sideways at the witch, and the obvious meaning of 'you're joking' made Pansy raise his mouth.At the same moment, the air in the entire room seemed to be frozen. No one thought that the power struggle between Riddle and Slytherin would start so soon.It would be a lie to say that they were not excited, and many people felt the same way. They were unwilling to obey a person who appeared out of nowhere, even if the other person was specially asked to take care of by the Dark Lord.

"Tell me how you want to come?" Riddle's relaxed tone made Pansy frown, "don't worry about what I'll say to your master, to be honest, I don't even think about seeing him again. He's too ugly Stupid."

Riddle's words directly caused the temperature to drop several degrees, and everyone showed terrified expressions. Pansy almost screamed and threw the words in Riddle's face: "What! How dare you insult the Dark Lord! If he wants to kill you , won't even blink an eyelid!"

"Then let him come, anyway, he couldn't kill me last time," Riddle folded his handkerchief into a dove, tapped it with his wand, and the little thing waved its wings and circled around him.Riddle chanted another spell casually, and the red light hit the handkerchief, instantly burning it to ashes.He didn't pay attention to the sound of other people's breathing, and looked at Pansy's confused expression and explained, "As Harry said, your master regained his physical body, I saw it with my own eyes," Riddle chuckled, "I never I've never seen such an ugly face."

"You don't deserve the Lord's favor at all, you ungrateful bastard! I'll show you the price of insulting him!" Pansy yelled, her fingers turning white from the strain on her wand.

"It's not that I asked him to do this. I originally planned to deal with you all by myself, but he insisted on getting involved." Riddle tilted his head and smiled. This statement made many people angry, only Draco and Bryce Without moving, their eyes fixed on the proud boy, trying to figure out what he meant.Riddle looked at the people around him, and as expected, almost all wands pointed in his direction.He rose gracefully, his yew wand loosely held in his palm.

"Tell me, what is the method of dueling? Many to one?"

Draco stood up after him, and he raised his hand to signal the others to put down their wands. Only the junior students obeyed the instruction, and the senior students still stared at Riddle with sharp eyes.

"It looks like you're not the current Snake King of Slytherin," Riddle said to Draco. "Who's really in charge?"

A tall and strong wizard with a black cropped head and protruding front teeth came out of the crowd. His black pupils were hollow and lifeless, as if trying to suck people in.He replied in a loud voice: "Marcus Flint, Malfoy will only be second-in-command until I leave. My proposal is a traditional duel, and Slytherin also pays attention to fairness."

"Marcus is right," Pansy said confidently. She knew that Flint was currently the best dueling skill in Slytherin. He is the chosen second in duel."

Flint grinned slyly.

After hesitating for a moment, Draco took a step closer to Riddle, who raised the corner of his mouth: "I don't need a deputy," Riddle turned his head to face the two complacent people, "two against one, this way we can also save time," Seeing their unhappy faces, he lowered his head and laughed out loud. It was especially chilling in a quiet environment. After waiting for about half a minute, the handsome boy raised his head again, and the arc of his mouth widened, "Since a rule has been changed , why not change one more—”

"Duel until one of them is too weak to lift a wand."

Riddle waved his wand, and the seats in the entire empty classroom were piled crookedly in the corner, and everyone consciously dispersed, leaving a large battle area centered on the three of them.Riddle put his wand on his chest and bowed in greeting. When Draco had just counted to two, a beam of red light shot out from the tip of Flint's wand. The boy easily dodged sideways, and the floor cracked by the spell hit Open, debris flying around.

"Clearly Slytherin," Riddle commented.

The black-haired wizard flashed another beam of red light, and threw out a spell casually. The storm mixed with stone chips swirled and wrapped Pansy.The huge wind sound was mixed with the girl's angry roar: "This is not taught in books!"

"Aren't you a Slytherin?" Riddle unhurriedly raised the floor to block Flint's attack, mocking the furious witch casually.Because of the great power of the shattering spell, the floor tiles scattered into a huge curtain above everyone's heads. Riddle turned the crumbs into silver needles, protected the barrier himself, and watched the wizards watching the battle escape in all directions leisurely.Flint also cast his armor protection, and he glared at Riddle viciously. Parkinson's early exit was definitely not what he expected.

"Do something!" Pansy's broken voice attracted Flint's attention. He waved his wand, and a plant as thick as a person emerged from the bottom, surrounding the whirlwind and grabbing the girl's body inside.The speed of rotation had indeed slowed down quite a bit. Pansy quickly cast a stretching spell on the plants, and the thick vines made her almost stand still.Riddle, who had been motionless for a while, suddenly swung his wand, the silver light of the dagger flashed, and the whole plant was cut off along the cross section, and the vines began to rotate with the storm, and the part left outside was like a frantically whipping whip. Sweeping across the entire classroom, many people watching the battle couldn't dodge and were thrown directly against the wall, and there were wailing sounds everywhere.

Flint frowned at the chaotic situation, especially seeing the manic smile in Riddle's eyes.Marvolo Riddle is a madman, he is too dangerous!Flint's stomach slowly sank, and he began to suspect that this was all planned by the other party, or that Riddle didn't mind dragging others into the water at all.He does seem to enjoy other people's pain.

"Relax, Flint," Riddle weighed the wand in his hand, and the branch bounced off the barrier around him again. He raised his eyes to meet Flint's terrified eyes, and walked slowly along the destroyed floor other side.Flint felt like a prey trapped in a cage by a hunter. He was drenched in ice water. The magic and skills Riddle showed were far from what an ordinary fifth grader should have.He took a few steps back to distance himself from Riddle.

"Why don't you continue to attack?" Riddle's gentle voice seemed particularly horrified in this situation, "I haven't done anything yet."

"Torn apart!" Flint yelled, but the deadly spell missed and the seat behind Riddle fell apart.The latter didn't look back at all, just continued pacing around the panicked wizard.

"Bones to pieces!" Flint was forced to blurt out the incantation without even thinking about it, and his fear was intensified when he saw the sudden light in Riddle's eyes.Riddle dodged the red light, gave up turning around and approached Flint directly. He kept waving the spell to deflect various attacks, and stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's neck.

"I think it's time for dinner, don't you think?" Riddle put his face close to Flint, and said with a smile, the black mamba with three arm thickness wrapped around Flint's body, and his kiss was opened to the extreme, The venom dripped slowly from the sharp teeth.