the Gambler

Marvolo Riddle is boring, and that would be an understatement.He's fucking bored enough to cast a spell on anyone who dares to take a peek at him!

Draco shoved his slender body into the armchair timidly, avoiding his eyes from facing Riddle directly, even though the latter wasn't interested in looking at him at all.Draco sneaked a glimpse of Greengrass who was still sobbing softly. There was a large group of burnt marks on the girl's arm, and even the air seemed to be filled with the smell of barbecue.He suppressed the discomfort welling up in his throat, and took out the textbook from his schoolbag.ha!Charms!It's amazing!It's like reminding him not to forget the accident in the afternoon!

Draco writhed uneasily in his seat, not daring to look up at Riddle from the beginning to the end.It happened in Professor Flitwick's Charms class, and he never wanted to be Riddle's plaything.Seriously, Draco doubted that anyone with discerning eyes knew who faced Greenglass' jinx in front of the Professor, and only one person was capable of wandless magic, though he didn't think that was the one he'd seen before. any spells.Thinking of his experience on the platform, he was sure that Riddle possessed a special system of magic.Come on, Draco didn't intend to explore the secrets, he wanted to enjoy his old age, thank you.

It all started peacefully, and Riddle of course became the first student to use the spell proficiently, earning Slytherin twenty emeralds.Riddle finished this time faster than last time. Almost as soon as the dwarf teacher announced the independent practice, he conjured a huge ice ball out of thin air. When Draco said huge, he meant that this figure was bigger than the professor himself. It's even bigger.Draco felt that there was an obvious element of showing off, or more accurately, that Riddle was deliberately acting particularly well in order to attract the attention of the person on the other side of the room.

Harry Potter.

Obvious.

Draco felt sorry for Riddle.It seemed that the trick didn't work at all, but the Mudblood cast a dissatisfied look at Riddle. She seemed to be poked at the pain by the other party's performance. As we all know, before Riddle appeared, she had been occupying The number one position, and Professor Flitwick's favorite.Draco noticed that she lifted her chin and confidently conjured a beautiful puck, not quite the same size as Riddle, but still quite impressive for a student.The Mudblood gave Riddle a defiant look, but the latter didn't say anything, he just stared straight at the back of Potter's head, his eyes burning as if they were going to burn two holes in the boy's head.

It's all fucking funny.Draco swore he had never seen such a stupid cold war, and to be honest, it was Riddle who drew the line first and attacked Potter again and again, and the two of them seemed to be incompatible.Draco didn't know exactly what happened to cause this, and if honest, put him in Potter's shoes, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy, who would have survived several near-death experiences On the side of the culprit?

Apparently Riddle didn't think so, Potter's alienation instantly plunged him into boredom, he thought it was a waste of energy even to pose as a model student, every day a few little snakes with no eyesight were sent to the treatment Wing, which distressed Madam Pomfrey, because anyway, they explained the bruises caused by the obvious spells as scratches from rough fighting.Draco sighed, and he stared at Scarhead with the same burning eyes, praying that the other party would give Riddle a little bit of attention, but Gryffindor is Gryffindor, a stubborn and stubborn lion He would just slam his head against the south wall, and he suspected that he saw the weasel glancing in Riddle's direction from time to time, lying in panic and whispering in the savior's ear, it must be Riddle, if the Mudblood tried to shake the boy's shoulders What words.That didn't look useful either, and Potter didn't even bother to turn his head.

Riddle's face became even more stinky, he stared fiercely at Potter's back, and opened his mouth to say something, even though Draco was very close, he couldn't hear it clearly.Moments later, a fist-sized ball of fire appeared out of nowhere next to Greengrass - she was very close to the Gryffindor trio - and as shouts of terror threw the classroom into chaos, Professor Flitwick used the Several different spells failed to stop the fireball from burning the girl's skin, and finally the enraged spell teacher wrapped the target with a huge ice ball, freezing the fireball directly inside.Greengrass was sobbing so hard her arms were swollen like a pig's head pub sausage.Flitwick quickly pulled the two closest Slytherins over and ordered them to send the witch to Madam Pomfrey.

The professor was very angry. His sharp gaze swept across the classroom, pausing briefly on Tom and then on others. Finally, he put down his twelve-inch paper and left with his robes swung.Riddle's appearance was really innocent. If Draco hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have been deceived by the other's innocent expression.Potter obviously thought the same thing as him, and he stared at Riddle with that venomous gaze, as if he wanted to kill him with an eye knife.The angry expression made Goyle's huge body tremble twice, but Tom showed a happy smile instead. He relaxed and adjusted the position of the Slytherin badge on his chest. He turned away from his sight and disappeared.

Potter quickly packed up all his things, grabbed two hesitant companions, and left the Charms classroom without looking back.The moment the door closed, the entire classroom was filled with deafening sounds, and everyone present showed expressions of horror, watching the seats around Riddle shatter into useless wood as if they had been bombed by shells.The wizard who was the focus of everyone——Tom never took his eyes off the closed door. He rushed out of the classroom in a hurry, flicked his wand casually, and the damaged seat trembled back to its original state.

Harry was also in a bad mood. He suppressed the anger that was about to burst out of his chest. The publicized anger made the whispering students in the aisle instantly quiet, and the crowd dispersed automatically wherever he passed.Harry just wanted to vent his anger now. Dumbledore was forcibly removed from the position of headmaster. The fact that the Ministry of Magic fully controlled Hogwarts had already made him burnt out, so he didn't want to endure Tom's unpredictable behavior anymore. Mood swings.

I can't bear it anymore, I don't need to bear it anymore!Harry snorted.To hell with Voldemort's activities!To hell with Dumbledore's orders!Love is powerful magic and to hell!He stopped playing, anyway, all the cover-ups are meaningless, Tom knows he is Voldemort, well, he thinks he is a Death Eater of the leadership, in fact it is not much different, doubting that he is the only leader is just time issue.Seriously, what does that even mean?He himself said that he had nothing to do with Harry, and that he had been sent to the hospital wing several times. He hadn't been lying on that bed as many times as he had in the past two weeks in five years!

Harry remembered Tom looking at him like he was examining a stain on the sole of a shoe.It was boring to see each other as promised, and now he thinks it's impossible not to see each other?What does he think of himself?He was bloody Harry Potter, and he wouldn't want to be around the young Dark Lord for a moment if it wasn't for the safety of the other students!Harry continued briskly down another corridor, and he could hear Hermione and Ron calling his name from behind. It wasn't Harry's job to ignore his friend's concerns, but he couldn't talk himself into caring now, damn it. Tom Riddle!It's all his fault!

"Harry, don't forget you have to report to Professor Snape!" Hermione's panting voice sounded from behind, Ron muttered 'greasy old bat', and was elbowed by his girlfriend as a warning Just calm down.

Harry nodded, his scar had been active recently, but he had no intention of telling his friends, he didn't want to see them worry.Harry remembered seeing a dimly lit room with tall iron shelves covered in glass spheres of various sizes.The room was covered with thick dust, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.He could feel his urgency, he had something he wanted, and it was right in the middle of the room.Harry knew that this was Voldemort's emotion. He wanted to find out what the other party wanted, and before he could see it, he woke up from his sleep.

Harry didn't know whether he should tell Snape this, if it was Professor McGonagall, he would definitely spit it out like peas.

Just don't trust luck, Harry nuzzled.The moment he opened the door, Snape's indifferent voice reached his ears.

"You're late, Potter."

Snape touched his temple with the tip of his staff, and put a strand of silver thread into the Pensieve. Harry frowned: "This is the headmaster's."

Hearing Harry's statement, Snape turned around and sneered: "The Pensieve is not something that ordinary people can have." He took out his wand, "I believe you already know the theoretical knowledge of Occlumency?"

Harry nodded, it shouldn't be a problem to tell a fib.In fact, he hadn't prepared anything, but for some reason he felt that Snape was not in a good mood today, and he didn't want to give the opponent a chance to deduct points.Snape obviously didn't believe Harry, and his tone was very cold: "Raise your wand, Potter. The spell is Legilimency."

The two chanted the mantra at the same time.Harry could feel a huge force forcefully tearing his head open, all kinds of messy memories flashed through his mind, Snape was here, Harry knew he was watching with relish and trying to hide The past, the wardrobe under the stairs, Dudley's 'Harry Hunt', the nightmares brought by the dementors - recalling these from the perspective of the bystander made Harry so angry that he gritted his teeth and poured them into his mouth. The smell of rust woke Harry up quite a bit.Harry tried to push Snape away, and after a moment of dizziness, he saw a young boy with hair as messy as he had, turning and smiling at three boys in the other direction, and Harry noticed that it was the young Handsome Sirius and the pale and gaunt Professor Lupine (ignore that annoying rat).Harry heard Sirius calling James' name, and he was surprised to find that his 15-year-old father was almost carved out of the same mold as himself, the only difference was that Harry had Lily's almond-shaped green eyes.

The scene turned, and when it reappeared, the robbers were gathering under the willow tree by the lake, chatting happily because Snape suddenly passed by and stopped, and Sirius poked James on the shoulder to signal the latter to look over there.Snape looked nervous, and James disarmed him before he could clenched his wand. Harry watched in horror how his father and godfather bullied Snape, which was definitely something he had never imagined , he has been indoctrinated with the idea that marauders are smart and popular.The idea that his father was a bully had never crossed Harry's mind.

Harry felt like he was about to throw up, and he staggered to hold on to the table, Snape's hand gripping his arm as hard as it wanted to snap his bones.Harry's face was pale, he had never seen such a ferocious expression on Snape's face, the man's face was blue, and his expression was contorted into a snarl, even Harry couldn't help but tremble under Snape's gaze.

"Don't you think it's wonderful, Potter? Your father is a great saint who will punish evil Slytherin snot-" Snape drawled.

Harry felt his whole body soaked in ice water, he shook his head in horror, guilt, remorse and those negative emotions poured into his chest, he couldn't think of anything, Snape was shaking his body hard, he I felt like my whole body was going limp, and I was about to collapse to the ground.

"Don't tell what you saw!" Snape snarled, and he shoved Harry out, and the heavy door closed heavily in front of the boy, and Harry could still hear the man yelling not to see him again words.

Harry sat limply by the door like a sponge, and no one knew better than him what it felt like to be humiliated in public.

He literally spit it out.