the Gambler

As soon as everyone stepped into Grimmauld Square, they were warmly welcomed by the Weasleys and the twins. Arthur sat in a wheelchair and smiled at the four of them. His body was less bandaged than the last time he saw it in St. Mungo's, The complexion of the whole person looks much better.Harry couldn't help looking away. The moment he saw the wizard, terrible memories flooded his mind. He still remembered how he attacked the wizard in his dream. It was so weird. He had a weird negative feeling. Guilt lingered in his chest.

Although he wanted to talk to Dumbledore about Tom's situation face to face, Harry still didn't see each other, but Moody and Tonks appeared here later, and the two greeted Weasley after pushing the children away The couple went back to the conference room.Moody's weird fake eye lingered on Harry for an unnecessary amount of time, which made the boy goosebumps.He caught a glimpse of Sirius and Lupine inside before the door closed, and the former waved vigorously.Doubt filled Harry's chest, and he noticed the stern expressions on everyone's faces, which was never a good sign.

"Every time I try to avoid us," Fred complained dissatisfiedly, "We arrived half a day earlier than you, and they have been chatting for a while."

Harry raised his eyebrows, the twins were not the ones who would give up easily.In fact, Harry was also a little interested in the content of the meeting, especially since the headmaster wasn't here. He wanted to know what the Order of the Phoenix was discussing.He asked in a low voice, "Then you don't intend to eavesdrop? Stretch your ears or something?"

It was George who answered him. The red-haired wizard took out a dozen broken retractable ears from his pocket, and he pouted angrily: "All the hidden ones are broken."

"Can't fix it?" Harry tried to use the Restoration Charm on the little thing in his palm, it just trembled a few times.

"Moody made sure we can't use it anymore." Fred put his ear to the door, trying to hear the sound inside, but all he heard was a buzzing, and he grumbled, "Mute curse."

"Then let's stop eavesdropping. If they've done a good job of keeping secrets this time, they must be trying to prevent us." Hermione glanced at Tom secretly, just in time to meet the latter's gaze, and the girl turned around hastily.Others looked in all directions uneasily.

Contrary to the witch's nervousness, Tom didn't say anything, just dragged a chair and sat nearby, checking the pattern of the robe boredly.Harry had a vague premonition that this meeting was not about Tom. He remembered the sudden stiff expressions on everyone's faces when they saw him before the door closed. caught.There were things the Order of the Phoenix didn't want him to know, Harry clenched his fists, he hated the feeling of being kept in the dark.

"You want to know?" Tom said suddenly, his eyes locked on Harry's, who nodded hesitantly.After getting an affirmative answer, Tom took Harry to the top of the meeting room on the second floor. He stretched out his wand and whispered something. A tiny hole appeared in the floor, and then those buzzing sounds were multiplied. Zooming in, Harry couldn't help covering his ears and silently condemning Tom with his eyes.

"It's an improved version of the enlargement spell, and I have to filter out the messy sounds." Tom explained, and Harry found that coiled lines of various colors slowly appeared in the air, and he looked at Tom in surprise as if he was playing a piano Gracefully push away the parts other than the gold thread, wrap it around and put it in the palm of your hand.

"What's next?" Harry squinted his eyes at the ball of gold thread, wondering what it had to do with the sound.

"This is the sound frequency I picked out. It's Muggle slang. Just find any electrical device and plug it in."

Harry took the gold thread, remembering that there was an old radio in Sirius' room.Sirius' room was in a mess, so Harry had to summon Klich, whose disgusted expression instantly lit up after seeing Tom. Harry watched the elf snap his fingers, and a severely worn metal box came out of the cargo box. The heap floated tremblingly in front of Harry.Taking a deep breath, Harry put the gold wire on the radio, and the thing slowly melted on the metal surface at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then Moody's voice came from the speaker.

As Tom said, he could only hear a small part of the conversation, and that alone gave Harry chills to the bone.They were indeed discussing themselves, still in that fearful tone.So that's why Dumbledore kept avoiding Harry. For unknown reasons, his scar connected Voldemort to himself. They were worried that Harry would be possessed by Voldemort at some point.

Harry swallowed the foreign object in his throat, he was like a ticking time bomb now, no one really wanted to keep him around.The boy closed his eyes tightly. He was glad that Tom was the only one in the room. He couldn't imagine how he would face his friend's frightened eyes.

He was a monster, a monster that could become Voldemort's weapon at any moment.Harry suddenly felt disgusted and dirty. The giant snake that attacked Mr. Weasley might not be Nagini at all. The snake was himself, and it was Voldemort who ordered him to attack Arthur.Harry doesn't know how Voldemort did it, but he is the most powerful wizard in existence, maybe he turned Harry into a serpent and sent him back to Hogwarts in less than 5 minutes, so it is easy to explain Orochi who suddenly disappeared from the Ministry of Magic.Harry staggered and fell to the floor, propping his upper body on his elbows and retching, but nothing came out, his head was muddled.

"That's just a guess." Tom's cold voice entered Harry's ear.The boy suddenly raised his head, and the young Dark Lord was standing in front of him. Suddenly, a terrible thought popped up.This is why Dumbledore wants Harry to keep an eye on Tom, he is deliberately avoiding Harry, he uses Harry to spy on Tom and Tom to spy on Harry.His whole blood froze at the realization that in Dumbledore's eyes, he was as dangerous as Tom, and he wanted the two to keep each other in check, while Harry would faithfully execute him like a stupid Gryffindor. instructions.Harry took a deep breath, was he also afraid to see Voldemort when Dumbledore looked at him?

He should do something, at least get away from Tom first.

Harry slapped away the hand that the tall boy was holding on to and rushed back into the room. He cast several spells on the door, and even if it could only resist Tom for a while, he still hoped to stay silent for a while.Harry buried his head in the moth-eaten sheets, and it was all the fault of the pungent smell, and even his eye sockets were smoky.

Not long after, the bed next to him sank, and a cool hand pressed against Harry's back and gently stroked it.Harry whimpered like he was choking, he didn't expect that one day he would feel at ease under the comfort of young Voldemort, which made him feel even dirtier, maybe the inexplicable attraction he felt when he was with Tom was because they were of the same kind, he didn't Know what dirt Voldemort put in his body through the scar.

Disgusting.

Harry didn't look up, his voice was still hoarse: "Go away, I don't need your comfort." Yes, at least stay away from Tom.

The movement of the hand continued, and this time it slid slowly into Harry's T-shirt, dancing gently down the boy's spine and up his buttocks, and Harry couldn't help shivering.Tom's hand seemed to have magic power, and he could feel the excitement pouring into his chest continuously, as if something in his body was eager to be close to each other, to be touched by the other party, to be possessed by the other party.It feels so good, like finding a sense of belonging, but this word has nothing to do with Voldemort—

Something is wrong.Harry snapped awake, pulling away from Tom in horror.

"You, what are you doing?" Harry stammered, the intense stimulation made him a little out of breath, and the words came out limp. This was not a sign of cowardice, Harry reminded himself, he was just being pushed by Tom. Behavior is scary.

"Decompression," said Tom nonchalantly, his eyes darting across Harry's tense body. "You're anxious, aren't you?"

"I—" Harry suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"I'm helping you relieve stress, so shut up and enjoy it." Tom stretched his hand over Harry's body, and put his tongue in the other's mouth domineeringly, and he led Harry to dance, like a waltz, green eyes The boy completely melted in this crazy kiss.Harry's arm instinctively wrapped around the tall boy's neck when Tom deepened the kiss, and Tom put his arms around Harry's waist. He let go of Harry's mouth and sealed it again after the latter took a short breath.

Harry moaned uncontrollably, kissing for the first time in his life, a little dizzy, his mind churning like a paste, and he could only let Tom beg him.Harry grabbed Tom's hair hard, and Tom let go of his mouth's predation and slowly focused on the boy's limp neck.Harry could feel Tom's feathery kiss on top, and his breath stopped as he bit his Adam's apple. It is more convenient for the opponent to bite the opportunity.

Realizing that he was a flat boat constantly floating on the ocean, as long as he pressed hard, he would sink to the bottom of the sea. Harry grabbed Tom's collar as if he was grabbing a lifeline. The coolness made Harry unable to resist pressing his hot body against it.Harry gasped//breathed, Tom's hand slowly slid into his pants, the stimulation of being grasped on the sensitive part brought the boy back from his confusion, panic spread in his chest.Harry bit the tip of his tongue hard, the smell of blood woke him up, and he pushed the boy on top of him vigorously.

"Stop, stop." A hoarse voice came out of Harry's throat, and Tom showed a puzzled expression.

"I don't want to do this," Harry murmured, avoiding Tom's eyes, blood rushing to pool on his cheek.

"But it's a distraction." Tom's voice was still lustful as he licked the boy's body, and Harry clamped his legs uncontrollably, pulling the covers over his erection. .Tom's gaze stayed there for a moment and then returned to Harry's face.

"What are you thinking right now?" Tom's sudden change of subject left Harry stunned.

"what?"

"You can't think about anything else, can you?" Tom slowly approached Harry, and he could feel the other's slight uneasiness.Tom grabbed Harry by the neck and pressed the boy's lips back against his own despite the latter's struggles.After a brief pause of 1 minute, and after confirming that there was no possibility of continuing, Tom let go of Harry and planted a kiss on his earlobe, "I'm the only one on your mind right now, aren't you?"

Harry jumped out of Tom's arms as if fleeing the plague, and now he wished he could be swallowed by the bedding.

"I don't know what you mean," Harry said, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, hoping that would give him the strength to calm down, and he said in as firm a voice as he could sound, "I, I didn't think about anything, yeah Yeah, I didn't think about anything."

"Then—" Tom drawled, as if comforting a frightened animal, his voice was so soft that Harry suspected it was also one of the boy's good disguises.

"So what?" Harry quickly covered his mouth, his voice suddenly raised revealing his nervousness.

Tom rose gracefully from the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes and raising his eyebrows at Harry, who was struggling to look away from the obvious bulge in his crotch.Harry couldn't help but growl mentally, how it was so damn ridiculous how Tom managed to keep his calm mask on in this situation.He watched Tom vigilantly walking towards him around the big bed, took a step back, and the other party passed by, and Harry could hear Tom's voice with a smile:

"Deny it all you want, but you know you don't have time to think about anything else."