the Gambler

halloween.

This is Harry's least favorite holiday, and every year this day is always full of disasters.Harry angrily poked the fried egg on the plate, and the metal impact made a screeching sound. The students next to him couldn't help but stay away from Harry. They all knew that every Halloween, unpleasant experiences can turn a boy into a flaming firecrackers.

Harry couldn't eat much. Although Hermione kept looking at her with worried eyes, the displeasure still defeated the guilt. He pushed the dinner plate forward, took out the timetable from his schoolbag and spread it on the table for careful study. .The Defense Against the Dark Arts class that had disappeared had resurfaced on the vacant seat. Harry didn't recognize the professor's name, so he must be a trustworthy person, considering that Professor McGonagall didn't specifically indicate that.Harry pulled his finger down some distance, at least it didn't look so bad, two lessons of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Runes, one lesson of Potions and Herbalism.

Stuffing the parchment back, Harry propped his chin and looked at the Slytherin table. Tom caught the boy's gaze and raised his goblet in a toasting gesture.Harry sneered, still so dramatic, to be honest, he felt that Tom was extremely hypocritical.The little Voldemort has already stayed at Hogwarts. According to Headmaster Dumbledore's speculation, the big Voldemort should not take any action in a short time, so Harry shouldn't have to worry about another scary Halloween?

In fact, his uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a handsome wizard with long, smooth black curly hair casually draped over his shoulders. He had a chiseled face, dark green eyes, and slender, beautiful fingers.The wizard introduced himself as Benjamin White, from the United States, and was fortunate to be able to teach at Hogwarts, a famous wizarding school.His eyes sparkled as he spoke, with a mischievous gleam in them, which made Harry inexplicably close to each other.

Professor White also seems to have a good impression of Harry. In class, he hoped that Harry would perform the spell in public many times and praised him enthusiastically. Gryffindor's gem has completed a qualitative leap.This blatant favoritism made Slytherin scoff, although Harry was slightly embarrassed.In contrast, the wizard's attitude towards Tom, he didn't give him a good look from beginning to end, even after Tom completed a wonderful duel performance.However, what really surprised Harry was that Tom didn't get annoyed at all. He seemed to understand Professor White's hostility towards him.

This is the most wonderful Defense Against the Dark Arts class Harry has had since Professor Lupine. Professor White is a real master of pranks. Harry swears that he saw the naughty wizard doing something to Slytherin with his own eyes. The ink bottle closest to Tom burst open suddenly, and the latter easily used a barrier to block himself, while the little snakes who couldn't react in time had their heads full of squid ink, and the salty smell was still wafting in the air.The most exciting thing is that the ink seems to have been added something, and the little black spots that splashed out turned into turtles.The whole Gryffindor was out of breath laughing, and Professor White didn't hold back, the corners of his mouth twitching violently.

"Agile reflexes and superb transfiguration skills." Tom commented objectively, "As expected - White."

Harry showed a puzzled expression. He followed Tom's focused gaze, and Professor White's face turned cold instantly.

Noticing that Harry was looking at him, the older wizard restrained his emotions. He blinked at Harry a few times and smiled like a dog. Harry felt that this expression seemed to have been seen on Sirius.A sudden realization flashed across Harry's mind, white and black, white and black, he should have thought of it earlier!

"I don't know how Sirius got in here. You must know that his current crimes have not been cleared. Professor McGonagall probably won't let him come to Hogwarts. It's too dangerous." Harry said worriedly, his words It caught the attention of Ron and Hermione, who were just as incredible.

"Minerva is not the type to take risks easily. I guess it was Dumbledore's idea." Tom glanced at Harry. "It was obvious that she was monitoring me instead of herself. It seems that the old bee is very concerned about you."

"But Sirius is just like a child." Hermione retorted cautiously. She didn't think this was a good candidate, and Professor Lupine was more believable.

"Who knows." Tom ended the conversation with a wave of his hand indifferently.

Harry received a note from Sirius after class, and made an appointment to visit at eight o'clock in the evening. Thinking of the upcoming company, Harry's depressed mood also improved.When the dinner was over, he hurried back to the suite. Sure enough, there was a huge black dog squatting in front of the portrait. The moment it saw Harry, it threw the boy down excitedly, and kept licking Harry's cheek with its wet tongue.Tom looked at the man who let go of his 'dog sex' with a disgusted expression, and finally used the petrification spell to pull the black dog's tail into the lounge.

As soon as the spell was lifted, Sirius opened his teeth and claws, trying to beat up the arrogant brat, but Harry hugged him from behind.The wizard quickly returned to his original appearance. Although his cheeks were still very thin, he had obviously made progress towards the image of the Prince Charming who swept the campus back then.Sirius tied up the long curly hair scattered in front of his eyes with rubber bands, and picked a seat close to Harry, separating his beloved godson from the evil young Dark Lord.

"Padfoot, did Principal Dumbledore put you in//in?" Harry asked, Sirius' whole face seemed to be lit up, he took out two small and exquisite mirrors from his arms, and gave them to Harry one side.

"This is a double-sided mirror, Harry. If you need to talk to me, just call my name in front of the mirror. Remember to keep it with you at all times." Sirius glanced at Tom, "Don't worry about disturbing me at any time." I, in fact, I discussed the idea of ​​moving in with you with Dumbledore, and he turned it down!"

"Can you believe it? He said I wouldn't solve anything by moving in! This is so ridiculous. Hey! He said he wanted to protect you and then he left you with such dangerous people. I really think the snot Better to get along with than him!" Sirius kept muttering and repeating words such as 'unbelievable' and 'unbelievable', Harry sighed and brought the topic back.

"Should the principal not just put you in//to teach?"

Sirius stopped complaining, his face became gloomy: "He sent me the letter as the turkey, the sudden appearance of the phoenix at Hogwarts is too suspicious." The man grabbed Harry's shoulder forcefully, gnashing his teeth He spit out a sentence: "He wants the snotling to teach you Occlumency, you know, those strange images—"

"Why Snape, you can't teach me?" Harry looked expectantly at Sirius, who looked away in embarrassment.

"I'm not very good at that stuff, no normal person would think about those dull things." Sirius seemed to smell something nasty, with a disgusted expression on his face, "I have another reason for coming. Someone witnessed The traitor showed up in Hogsmeade, and I'm afraid his master ordered him to spy on you or this Del. Dumbledore felt it necessary to send someone to protect you."

"You can't keep an eye on me all the time, maybe this will help." Harry took Sirius by the hand and led him into his bedroom. He dug out the Marauder's Map from the suitcase and handed it to him, and Tom realized that , He also suppressed his curiosity and did not delve into it.

Sirius' eyes were burning with rage, and he looked into Harry's eyes and promised, "I will definitely catch that mouse as soon as possible, so that he won't touch a hair of your hair."

As soon as Harry sent Sirius, who was still angry, Tom appeared behind him like a ghost. Harry noticed that the other party was expressionless, but the emotions in his eyes were complicated. He had an ominous premonition.

"Rat?" Tom grabbed Harry's shoulders, threatening the boy not to look away, "I have a hunch this is the Animagus form you told me earlier—"

"You heard it wrong, Sirius was talking about a mouse, you are a hamster." Harry made up a reason, he hoped that his innocent expression would stay there and not betray his complicated thoughts.

"I said your eyes always show too much emotion. Don't try to trick me."

"I didn't lie to you," Harry insisted.

"You're lying." Tom grabbed Harry's face with both hands, so hard that the boy felt his face burn.Tom threatened the other party: "I don't like people lying to me and telling me the truth."

"So what if you don't say it?" Harry challenged, and he pushed Tom away hard. The latter staggered and stood upright, looking at Harry with colder eyes than a basilisk.

"Do you know that lying too much can't make it work?" Tom held his wand. "My Animagus form is fake, and the mouse is someone else. You only say this to supplement the previous lie-the snake The Dark Lord in the face is called Voldy? Do you really think I'd believe that there is a Dark Lord stupid enough to call himself by that name?"

"Those are just your guesses." Harry also gripped his wand tightly.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Tom sneered and took a step closer to Harry, who suddenly realized he couldn't move, and he looked angrily at the smug smile on Tom's face.

"I must commend your vigilance, but you were distracted by Black's arrival." Tom slowly approached the frozen Harry, "The Silent Binding Charm you used just now when you closed the door, I think it worked well. Dear Harry, I told you earlier that you were going to deepen your practice of Silent and Wandless Charms, and that is handy sometimes, isn't it?"

Harry grew more wary.

"You know you can spit out your secrets, whatever it is," Tom leaned forward, his hands on Harry's shoulders, "even if it's filthy like the filth in the gutter, I'll hug you "The slender fingers slowly slid down along the tight muscle lines, and the snake-like sticky breath slowly hit Harry's naked//exposed skin, "Just tell me."

Tom looked so sincere that Harry couldn't help but want to give him a statuette.But no, Harry wasn't going to fall into his trap, he could see the excitement flickering in Tom's blue pupils.He looks like a complete hunter.

"I can also get the answer directly from your head."

"You're a Death Eater, and you're the right hand of the Dark Lord." Harry said suddenly, he knew he couldn't resist Legilimency, damn it, why didn't Dumbledore teach him Occlumency sooner!

Tom tilted his head to check Harry's expression: "That explains a lot. Stand by my side and I'll keep you safe, even against the Dark Lord, you have great potential, and if we unite, rule The world is no problem." He stretched out his hand to caress the swollen place on Harry's face, watching the latter flinch, "Using the battle between Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, we can take action when both sides are hurt."

"I'm not interested in your proposal, and I'll stop you." Harry looked back at Tom firmly, trying to mobilize the magic in him.

"Resist me, Harry?" Tom nailed his nails deep into the swollen place, satisfied with Harry's cry of pain, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile, "You know me so well, you should know the price of resisting me better, I will slow down Slowly tame you, not defeat but utterly destroy - I'll laugh maniacally as you crawl at my feet, you'll join those poor creatures vying for my attention, begging my forgiveness, trying to reoccupy me Location."

"Dream it, Tom, if it'll help you sleep better at night." Harry spat, easily dodged by Tom, whose eyes were cruel enough to make anyone shudder.

"Then I can only destroy you, four months is too long."

"Go to hell!" Harry snapped free and threw himself at Tom.

Then, the deathmatch begins.