the Gambler

This is all too bad, Harry frowned, although he understood that Tom needed to stay in the Slytherin lounge to consolidate his position, but he hoped that he would not have to come to the snake's den, since he had to be on guard against other people sneaking up on him. The possibility of curse.Yes, just now Tom had made it clear to all the Slytherins that Harry was not under his wing.The reaction to this statement was palpable, with Parkinson almost kissing the cape of Tom's robe.

Worse still was that Harry needed to be with Tom all the time, and he could only hope to stay out of the way, which was impossible.As the only lion among the vipers, he had to stay awake all the time.Harry had to find a way out of this predicament, and his nerves were tense within half an hour of being in.There was an unoccupied chair next to him, clearly cursed, and yes, Harry wasn't as stupid as they thought.As soon as Tom sat down in the armchair in the center, he pulled Parkinson with a nonchalant expression and pushed the dazed witch onto the seat. Rapidly formed patches of blisters that looked like swollen toads//toads.

Harry quietly watched the back of Parkinson stumbling back to the dormitory. The whole lounge was terribly silent. After a while, there was a burst of crazy laughter, mixed with a few whistles.Harry turned his head to look at Tom, his expression didn't reveal any emotion, obviously telling the former that he didn't know anything.

It's disgusting, without an iota of remorse.Harry had always been aware that he, too, had an aloof side.Does this mean that he is slowly getting closer to Tom?Hopefully not, maybe he should have spent more time with the Gryffindors, it would have helped ease his mind.

Walking to the corner of the room, Harry dragged up a senior who was occupying an entire row of sofas, and the other party glared fiercely at the guy who was bothering him.Harry didn't care much, he lay down directly on the soft sofa, cast several spells smoothly, and slowly closed his eyes after making sure no one would disturb him.

He's tired and barely slept last night, with Cedric's death playing all over his head.Harry curled up and couldn't sleep, he reminded himself, especially when the house was full of vipers and vipers.The boy struggled to open his eyelids, and there was only blurred light and shadow in his vision, as if someone was touching his skin to relieve his nervousness.The eyes finally closed slowly——

Tom cursed angrily. It was unexpected for Harry to fall asleep in the Slytherin lounge. He didn't expect the boy to have a nightmare. He was also startled by the scream. The whole lounge His eyes were all focused on the frantically struggling boy, his eyes were still closed, while the dissatisfied protests of the others were already very loud.

He wouldn't show a little charity in front of Slytherins, it wasn't a good way to assert authority.Tom walked up to Harry quickly, the moment the ice water on the tip of the wand touched the boy's cheek, Harry suddenly opened his eyes, and the wand appeared in his hand instantly.He quickly grabbed Tom's wrist and pinned the dazed wizard under him.Harry's mouth opened, and a beam of white light shot out from the tip of the wand. Togger blocked the attack, and the spell hit a nearby bookshelf. The whole furniture exploded, and papers fell like snowflakes, covering the confronting two people.Tom put his foot against Harry's stomach and pushed the boy away. The latter staggered and fell to the ground, the wand still pointed at the instigator, the last word of the Bat-Spell still rolling on the tip of his tongue.Tom quickly cast the Disarming Charm and took Harry's wand into his hand.He squinted his eyes and looked at the other party. The boy's expression was very confused, as if he hadn't woken up from sleep, but the wand was indeed pressed against his chest just now.

Instinct response.

Harry was subconsciously attacking anyone who touched him.

The discovery sent Tom's blood rushing to his groin, and Harry was a real mystery.He wanted boys more and more.

"Tom?" Harry whispered, blinking his eyes to clear his blurry vision, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, "I, uh, fell asleep by accident."

"Nightmare? Yeah, I know." Tom put his hands through Harry's body and pulled the boy into his arms, ignoring the surprised stares of others, and the happy smile on his face almost blinded Harry's eyes.Harry thought Tom would be angry when others saw such a scene, but it seemed that the other party was extremely satisfied with his performance.

"Go back to your room and sleep, Harry, you are very tired." Tom pulled the stunned Gryffindor over, ignored the latter's thoughts, and took the boy away from the cellar in full view.

Harry was out of breath, having just woken up from yet another nightmare.It was inevitable, he laughed to himself, it was Halloween tomorrow.The scar had been hurting a lot lately, and Harry knew Voldemort had been troubled by something for a while.

The black-haired boy's pajamas were drenched in cold sweat. He and Sirius had a good discussion about this issue in the fireplace of the suite a while ago. The other party said that the curse scar pain is almost impossible to happen, and suggested that Harry go to St. Mungo's Look, it was flatly rejected by the latter.Harry didn't want to be photographed going in and out of the hospital, who knew what kind of nonsense reports the Daily Prophet would write about Harry being a psycho?Obviously not!

Harry got up from the bed lightly. He threw the wet pajamas into the clothes basket next to him, and the small bamboo basket bounced and swallowed the whole clothes.He turned on the shower and turned the water temperature to the lowest, and the bitter black lake water gave him a jolt.After roughly washing off the sticky sweat on his body, Harry got into the warm bath, leaned back against the wall of the pool, and recalled the dream just now.

It was a strange dream.

Harry could feel his soft belly against the cold floor as he walked up the stone stairs and over the wooden fence to a darkened cabin.In the middle of the room sat a decadent wizard, his head drooping limply, and Harry hissed to attract his attention.The wizard's eyes widened in horror, and Harry could taste his fear, which reinforced his desire to bite.Harry saw the wizard take out his wand from his waist, and he spoke some strange language, which Harry didn't quite understand, but he thought he should know.This feeling is very strange, as if I am living in someone else's head.

Harry deftly dodged the wizard's attack, not liking to be restrained, he straightened up and rushed forward quickly, knocking the other's wand to the ground.Harry opened his mouth, and the sharp teeth were dripping with highly poisonous liquid. He obeyed his instinct and bit down on the wizard's body, once or twice—he didn't know how many times he had attacked, and he could even taste the liquid in his mouth. The rusty smell of minced meat and blood.

Harry watched proudly as the wizard writhed on the ground and let out screams, his lake blue eyes widened, as if he was about to faint, and his red hair, flame-like red hair——

Merlin!He suddenly realized that the person who attacked him in his dream was Ron's father——Arthur Weasley!

Harry quickly dried himself and wrapped himself in the robes that were thrown aside. The noise he made alarmed Tom who was still on the bed. Harry didn't pay attention to the other's complaints. He rushed to the Gryffindor tower barefoot, shouting Waking up the fat lady, the latter angrily rotated the portrait to reveal the doorway behind.Harry rushed up the stairs in three steps at a time, and dragged the sleeping Ron out. The red-haired boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up instantly after seeing Harry and Tom with the same gloomy faces.At this time, the whole dormitory was awake, and no one dared to make a sound. They all knew what the serious expression on Harry's face meant.

"Ron! We need to go to Professor McGonagall! Your dad was attacked and he's covered in blood!"

"What?" Ron screamed in horror, his eyes shifting to Harry's scar, which still had a trace of blood running down his forehead.Ron's tone was full of uncertainty: "It was just a dream, Harry."

"That's no ordinary dream, you know my scars never give me images, that's not right, Ron, we need to go now!" Harry took Ron's arm, he knew he was still suspicious .Ron struggled a few times not with all his might.

"Let Minerva contact your father and the truth will come out, don't waste time now." Tom made the final decision, and the three hurried to the principal's office. McGonagall, who was wearing pajamas, accidentally believed Harry's testimony , the witch gave instructions to the two people on the portrait, and they disappeared from the picture very quickly. Harry guessed that they went to other portraits to inquire about news.

"You need to tell me the whole story, Harry." McGonagall's face was pale and serious, "I have to find a way to inform Dumbledore, if this is true, we need to confirm your condition as soon as possible, the curse scar There was never the ability to deliver images."

Harry recounted all the dreams, Ron's face became paler and paler, and his body was shaking uncontrollably. If he hadn't been sitting on the chair, Harry felt that his friend would be limp on the ground.

"What angle do you use to watch it?" Mag frowned.

Swallowing the discomfort in his stomach, Harry lowered his head and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Snake, the snake that attacked Mr Weasley - I was the snake in the dream."

Mag's expression became extremely panicked. She wanted to continue asking questions but was interrupted by the wizard in the portrait. After confirming that Arthur was indeed attacked, the whole lounge was in chaos. Mag woke up a man in silver and green The wizard in the robe - an unpopular looking type, the professor explained that he was Phineas Black, who had the right to enter the portrait in Grimmauld Place - begged him to tell Sirius that Harry and the Weasleys would Go to Blake's old house, and the latter complains a few words and then disappears.

"Ron," McGonagall looked at the red-haired wizard apologetically, "it looks like Arthur was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix, and I believe Jasmine has been warned. I hope you can stay calm, and ha Let's go to the tower together and bring Ginny back here, we'll go directly to the headquarters via the Floo, where it's more convenient to go to St. Mungo's Hospital." The witch sighed and hugged the two boys tightly, "Don't worry, Arthur will be fine Yes, Harry's warning was timely."

Together with Ginny and Hermione, the six soon arrived at Grimmauld Place.It was noisy here, and many wizards Harry had never met were running back and forth. Sirius pulled the children to the sofa to sit down, explained to them the decision not to go to St. Mungo's Hospital immediately, and a fierce dispute arose in the middle. The sudden appearance of Dumbledore's phoenix interrupted the quarrel, and George took off the parchment from Fox, with Mrs Weasley's handwriting on it, telling everyone that Arthur was in good condition and out of danger.

It was the worst night Harry had ever had, and every minute made him feel more guilty.Harry knew that he was not the one who attacked Mr. Weasley, but this couldn't erase the ecstasy he felt in the dream, everything was so real, so real that he could feel the thrill of killing.Harry felt a heavy weight in his stomach.

Early in the morning, when Mrs. Weasley finally came back from St. Mungo's, she looked very tired, and the witch hugged Harry tightly, sobbing and thanking the boy for his warning.Harry was in an embarrassing situation. He felt that he was not worthy of Mrs. Weasley's gratitude, and guilt almost swallowed him alive.

The whole atmosphere during the breakfast time was still very heavy, and Mrs. Weasley's forced smile was seen by everyone.As the only grown-up present, Sirius was delighted that the witch had brought up the idea of ​​spending Christmas here. He had been in the house for so long that he hadn't seen anyone other than Klicher for nearly two months. Living thing.

The bright smile on the man's face made Harry feel a lot better.If there is any regret, it is that Harry has not been able to see Dumbledore from the beginning to the end.