the Gambler

This was the third day that Harry and him had separated. Tom looked at the Slytherins chatting quietly in front of him. They looked so useless, and they almost trembled involuntarily when they came into contact with his eyes.To be honest, Tom enjoys the freedom he has now, without some nasty ignorant wizard staring at him sharply, and he can do all the things he wants to do.

But he is tired of such an ordinary life.

No one dared to dare to resist Tom's violent behavior. It's not that he wanted someone to disobey his orders, but at least it would make him happy.Tom could feel Parkinson's eyes on her, and she wanted his attention, which had been going on for three days.He casually flipped through a page of the book, he read this thing no less than five times, and he was sure to cast all the reptilian spells in it smoothly.Tom didn't want to look up, the poor creatures were still fighting to catch his eye—

In fact, it should have been fun, watching the scumbags smugly position themselves as close to him as possible, beating him up for a look or a compliment.Just like Black and Lestrange in the old days, Tom sneered, yeah, like those two stupid Slytherins, as long as Tom bends his fingers, they will follow him like poor house dogs spin around.At least Blake still had a nice soft body to muffle her disgusting high-pitched voice, and Tom didn't mind taking the girl to bed.As for Lestrange, he pinched the bridge of his nose. What kind of confidence does that plain-looking guy have to feel that he is special?Seriously, Avery is many times better than him, who at least has self-knowledge.

Oh, Parkinson and Knott are fighting in sight again, it's so pitiful.Tom snorted disdainfully, and turned his gaze to Draco who was nesting in the corner—the grandson of Abraxas, it seemed that the genes of the Malfoy family had always been flowing in their proud blood, and Draco also grew up Pretty handsome, maybe he could barely lure that Slytherin into bed.Hell, he's so boring!

The corners of Tom's mouth twitched, not knowing why the thought made him uncomfortable.He really inspected the little Malfoy's body, which was more slender and muscular than Harry's. His blond mid-length hair fluttered by his ears with his movements, and his beautiful blue-gray eyes narrowed instantly when he noticed his gaze. Looked like he was very frightened.Tom smiles, he likes to see the other person's scared face and stiff muscles, it makes him sadistic, wondering if his screams will be as beautiful as his grandfather's.

Malfoy is definitely the perfect bed//companion.Tom's frown deepened. He has never had any ethical concepts, and those things are useless.It's a subtle feeling, and he finds himself preferring brunettes to blondes, emeralds to blue-grays, and even better if they happen to have an interesting lightning scar.

Harry Potter.

Tom Riddle wants Harry Potter.

This kind of conclusion made the dark-haired wizard angry, he didn't need the little furry kid who didn't know the times!Tom growled internally, and his sudden rise caught everyone's attention.Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his rising anger. He needed to calm down a bit. There were already too many Slytherins sent to the hospital wing recently. He didn't intend to let those professors intervene, especially Minerva.The woman was very protective of the students, and in Dumbledore's absence she would likely have taken on the task of keeping an eye on Tom.

If Tom was being watched willingly, he'd rather be Harry, which was more interesting.

"I'm going to rest and gather in the lounge at the same time in the evening."

After leaving this sentence, Tom was watched and left the Slytherin lounge.

This is a cylindrical room made of huge stones, with a towering skylight on the top, through the sparse iron bars, the dim moonlight can only reach less than one-third of the height.The whole room was very dark, and the flickering fire on the wall vaguely illuminated the outlines of everyone. Tom sat at the head of the crowd, his face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, only hissing sounds came from that direction.In fact, it wasn't just the hissing in one place, there were small noises in all the cracks in the stone walls, and the red forked tongue poked out from time to time, as if tasting the fear of the Slytherins in the air.

Tom propped his chin up, a black mamba hung loosely on his shoulders, he stretched out his free hand to gently scratch the other's chin, and the mamba let out a happy purr.Tom walked out of the shadow slowly, his pale skin showed an unhealthy halo under the moonlight, coupled with bloodshot eyes, he looked like a nightcrawler wandering in a dark alley.He smiled with open arms. "Welcome to the Slytherin duel room."

As his words fell, the whole room began to tremble, and the huge stones began to move regularly. They collided with each other to form a stone platform with a height of one person. Black and red poisonous snakes emerged from the skeletons that formed the base. They stick out their scarlet tongues at the terrified crowd.Tom walked up the stone steps, looking down at the shivering Slytherins.

"The current Snake Court is really depraved. I didn't expect idiots like you to come in. I guess you want to know the reason why I chose this place. As the name suggests, duel room, is my hint obvious enough?" Tom said nonchalantly Said, "Slytherin rules, I have demonstrated absolute strength, you also need to prove your worth." He pointed to the skull that rolled down in front of them and smiled, "Answer your questions, since the last vote After nearly 50 years of feeding these beautiful creatures, I'm sure you're aware of their excitement—"

Seeing the pale face of the people below, Tom sneered.He tapped the mamba's triangular head, and the giant snake slowly slid down from him, passing gracefully through the screaming crowd, its tail collided with the human's calf from time to time, until it was entangled in the corridor that was the only way to leave the room. column.

The yew wand fluttered from Tom's fingertips as if alive, and a circle of golden threads appeared around him.Tom signaled Nott to come up, his body looked relaxed: "If you can get me out of the circle, you will be eligible for the position of deputy, and those who can't survive my attack for 1 minute will stay here tonight. "

Tom nodded and signaled Nott to do it. The next second, a small tornado roared towards Tom. The latter stretched out his wand and summoned several storms from opposite directions to hit the target. After a while, the whole wind stopped.Tom crossed his chest and smiled, but his eyes were not half joyful: "Storm spell? I must praise you for your ability to learn, but to be honest, choose a spell that I have used to attack me? I thought you would be more creative. "

Nott clenched his wand uneasily, as if making a major decision, he pulled out all the snakes in the room, and the whining sound made Draco get goosebumps all over his body. He watched the venomous snakes swarming A group wrapped around Riddle's body, and the latter didn't even blink his eyelids. The moment he breathed, the burst of golden light bounced all the snakes away. They fell heavily on the cold stone surface, and many of them were obviously interrupted in the attack. Breathing, the body limp limply, and those who survived shrank back into the cracks in the rocks in horror.

Draco was surprised to find that Riddle showed his sad eyes for the first time since taking control of Slytherin. The wizard looked at the corpse as if mourning. He suddenly felt that humans might not be as precious as snakes in Riddle's eyes, but This conjecture was quickly confirmed.Draco watched as Riddle slowly raised his arm, various daggers appeared beside him, without giving Nott a chance to react, the sharp point of the knife pierced deeply into the wizard's body, every dagger The sound of ripping open flesh//body will lead to a horrific scream.Draco felt as if he had seen purgatory, Nott's tears, snot and blood mixed together, and he couldn't help shaking like a tattered strip of cloth in the wind.

Riddle swung his wand, and a golden hourglass appeared in the air. Draco realized that the falling particles were the only thing that could save Flint. Like the other students, he was waiting for the hourglass to distract him. I didn't dare to look at Nott, I just hope that this can end soon.Draco didn't know what expression to use to face Riddle's fickle emotions. It was obvious that the other party was satisfied with Nott's performance. He had already stepped out of the circle. Yes, Draco was also surprised. He looked at Riddle The moment the last grit fell, he stopped the spell, broke the spell with a wave of his hand, and poured the same potion into the mouth of the dying wizard.Riddle seemed to hear Draco's thoughts, and he straightened up to face everyone.

"Nott will become my deputy. His IQ and force are both higher than yours, but as you can see, snakes are my favorite creatures, none of them. I don't want to see anyone hurt them again."

Aren't you the culprit?Of course, Draco only dared to complain in his heart.

"But how do we know if we have violated your bottom line?" A girl in the lower grades asked in a low voice. This is what Draco wanted to know. Nott's experience was an unforgettable lesson. He didn't know that he and Potter To what extent the contract can protect him.Draco held the Galleon in his pocket, its warmth reminding him that Potter was nearby, and he had no clue how the boy had found it.

"Don't be foolish enough to think that I'll tell you," Tom pointed at Nott who was sitting against the wall, with obvious sarcasm on his face, "Isn't it a good choice to use practical actions to test?"

The duel went on smoothly, and now it was the turn of the sixth grade. Draco had to lament Riddle's profound knowledge of black magic. He also used different levels of spells for wizards of different levels. So far, although He has always overwhelmed his opponents by absolute advantage, but he has not been as brutal as he started.

Draco glanced in the direction of the door from the corner of his eye from time to time, Potter hadn't appeared yet, he knew it would be his turn soon in turn.Draco's cold sweat was already breaking out on his brow, and as the last sixth grader walked down the steps covered in bruises, he saw Riddle's icy eyes that seemed to look into his soul.It was as if someone had stuffed a huge ice cube into his stomach, and the uncomfortable feeling made Draco anxious, and he had a hunch that Riddle would treat him particularly harshly, perhaps worse than punishing Nott.He didn't know where the idea came from, he just knew.

Draco felt someone bump his elbow and knew it was Bryce without looking.He swallowed the foreign object in his throat, and slowly walked up the steps to face Riddle, desperately hoping that his steps did not betray the calm mask.Draco clenched his wand tightly, slowly adjusted his breath and considered which spell to use, his eyes quickly swept across the floor, where all the traces of the battle ahead remained.Draco looked up nervously at Riddle, who waited patiently for him to strike first.Draco pursed his lips, bent down and picked up a dagger and clenched it tightly. If Potter could put Riddle in the hospital, it meant he should choose the Gryffindor style of fighting.

But he's not bloody Harry Potter!Draco suppressed his fear, sweat slowly dripped down his cheeks, and his trembling fingers seemed unable to hold the dagger tightly.Calm down, Draco Malfoy!As long as you persist until Potter arrives, you can save a life!Last at least 2 minutes!

Tom raised half an eyebrow. He watched as Abraxas' grandson summoned several fireballs and threw them at him. He also noticed that the other party had a protective shield around his body.Poor thing, Tom sneered, and he tore through the entire barrier with a single shattering spell, and Malfoy quickly recovered from the shock, sideways dodged the attack and rushed towards himself.Tom raised his arms, and the huge black curtain swept over with a rotten breath——

Then the familiar magic force broke open the stone door, and Harry appeared in the middle of flying rubble.