the Gambler

Riddle closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No one in the lounge dared to make a sound. They didn't want to be the victim of the wrath of the leader of the Snake Academy.Draco shrank himself into a corner, he knew why Riddle was angry, someone sent Harry to the hospital wing, with objects of jinxes, dark magic that only Slytherins could use.Draco trembled uncontrollably, he could smell the power radiating from the center of the storm, the darkness was like a starless night, that kind of magic power made him unable to stop, but his instinct reminded himself never to get close to this place source.

That was too dangerous.

Draco swallowed, the lounge was full of broken furniture and torn papers, Riddle stood in the middle of the open space, a little red flashed in his eyes, he didn't look like a normal human at all.Draco sneaked a glance at Bryce, his expression was also very serious, and a small stream of blood slowly flowed from the palm of his clenched hand.Draco watched as another vase shattered due to the soaring magic power, and the porcelain scraped across a junior boy who passed out on the ground, leaving deep bloodstains.

In any case, those who attacked Harry need to stand up. Draco pursed his lower lip. So many people couldn't bear the magic power and fainted. However, Riddle's anger has not subsided at all, and he has been slightly suppressed. The feeling of suffocation of people choking their throats, if this goes on——

"Speak." Riddle's voice was very calm, and Draco felt that there seemed to be a strange force in it that forced him to tell the truth.Draco bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and the salty taste in his mouth stopped him from wanting to speak.He saw Nott took three trembling steps forward, his face was full of fear, and the muscles around his mouth twitched unnaturally.Draco looked at Bryce suspiciously, their eyes met, and the dark-skinned boy nodded to confirm his guess.Riddle uses inexplicable power to control the insider.

"Speak," Riddle repeated, his eyes hard as diamonds, and Draco couldn't help shivering.

"I, I don't know." Nott said hesitantly.

"I don't like people lying to my face."

Draco watched in horror as Riddle took out his wand and cast the jinx. Nott wailed and rolled on the ground, tears and snot mixed all over his face, and his voice gradually became hoarse.Riddle conjured up a leather chair, and he sat gracefully on it, staring at the struggling wizard with admiring eyes, with a pleasant smile on his lips.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I lied——" Nott grabbed the carpet fiercely, blood flowed from the opened nails, he had long since lost his proud posture in the past, and was as pitiful as an abandoned puppy.

"I accept your apology," Riddle sneered, "but I don't intend to just forgive you."

"I-I'm really sorry—"

"I already asked who the insider was, and you foolishly challenged my patience. Do you really think I can't figure out what you're hiding?" Riddle kept tapping his palms with his wand, "Tell me who's the mastermind , and—bring it to me.”

Riddle ordered the seniors to tidy up the lounge within half an hour, while he sat on the leather chair and waited patiently for Nott's return. His mood improved a lot due to the torture just now, and the tension in the air also faded away. , but everyone is wise not to disturb the leader, especially when the other party is planning the next torture.With Riddle present, the Slytherins played with higher efficiency than usual. They completed the task ahead of time, and sat quietly on the bench that had been restored to its original state, as if nothing had happened just now.

Draco sat directly opposite Riddle, he knew that the other party was not looking at him, but the tension of being face-to-face still made the hairs on his body stand on end.Bryce and Daphne sat on either side of him, and Pansy was the only one vacant.In fact, both Bryce and him were insiders. They had already warned their friends not to make actions that would make them regret. Unfortunately, the witch didn't take the warning to heart.Draco originally thought it was just a slapstick, but never expected such serious consequences.Even if the relationship between Harry and Riddle is tense now, no discerning person will interfere in their affairs.

Draco promised Harry that he would reveal the news about Slytherin to the other party. He just didn't expect Pansy to act so quickly, and even pulled Nott. The warning he sent was obviously not seen by Harry. .Draco lowered his head so that his long bangs covered his eyes, Pansy would not know what was waiting for him, and she might now proudly praise Nott for her clever planning.

The waiting time was the hardest, Draco flipped through those pages, in fact he didn't read a single word, the cold sweat soaked his robes.Riddle did it on purpose, Draco suddenly realized, his timing was too subtle, right before Professor McGonagall left the headmaster's office to visit Harry in the medical wing.Even if Hogwarts magic had detected the use of the Unforgivable Curse, the alarm should have stopped by the time the acting headmaster returned to his office.If Riddle could cast the Cruciatus Curse without blinking, he could cast the Killing Curse with ease.

This realization made Draco's hands and feet cold, and Riddle would most likely kill Pansy.

Draco gripped the hard-covered spine tightly, not daring to meet Riddle's gaze, worried that his emotions would be exposed to the cruel leader.He heard the sound of the portrait spinning and opening, and the sound of two pairs of footsteps slowly approaching their position.Unaware of the stiff atmosphere, Pansy happily sat down in her own seat.

Everyone's attention was focused on them. Riddle closed the book softly, and he raised his chin to give the excited Pansy all his attention.The witch smiled brightly.

"What gave you the idea of ​​attacking Harry, Miss Parkinson?" Riddle sounded interested, and Pansy understood that.

"You already know!" said Pansy cheerfully. "You're mad at him, I can see that."

"I don't think this has anything to do with you?" Riddle smiled. "That's why you attacked him?"

"That stupid Gryffindor should learn to respect you! He's so arrogant," Pansy wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Potter isn't as powerful as you think, and you shouldn't spend your time with him .”

"I think that's my decision and not yours." Riddle's voice was unabashedly cold now, and Pansy, who was dazzled by joy, didn't realize it at all.

"You should be glad I punished the rude Potter." Pansy lifted her chin proudly, ignoring the frightened gasps of the Slytherins around her, her dark eyes fixed on Riddle, and with that With an expression eager for praise, he said, "He is a waste, and you don't need to waste your time."

"I remember very clearly. I said that Harry is mine. You can make some harmless jokes, but only I can punish him." Riddle twirled his wand, his tone was cold, "You look like your grandfather Stupid, old Parkinson is also a giant with big limbs and an empty mind, judging by your ignorant demeanor and empty understanding, this blood only reinforces your superficiality, I'm starting to understand some people say that pure blood wizards breed each other It will lead to speculation about the emergence of squibs."

Insulting family pride has always been a pure-blood taboo, and Pansy is no exception, her face instantly became very ugly.

"How dare you insult the ancient and noble Parkinson family! You are just a dirty half-breed, and you think you are very powerful? If the Dark Lord didn't let us touch you, you would be kneeling in front of me by now!" Pansy His face was flushed red, and his wand was pointing directly between Riddle's brows. The latter didn't even change his expression at all, just quietly listening to the witch's fury, "Killing Potter is also for me to prove my worth to that lord, you will Falling straight from the top into the abyss! Maybe seeing your beautiful appearance, I can consider making you my lover—”

"That's a tempting proposition." Riddle smiled, but the cold light in his eyes made Draco go numb.He noticed Riddle making a slight hissing sound, and the next moment Pansy curled up on the carpet, the skin of his body seemed to be cut piece by piece by an invisible knife, and blood rushed out of the wound.Pansy opened her mouth to howl, but no sound came out.As if watching a horrific silent movie, Draco felt as if he had been drenched in icy water, he was shaking uncontrollably, his throat was burning dry.He could hear the same choking sound all around him.

Riddle adjusted his position in the armchair, showing neither pleasure nor disgust at Parkinson's pain, looking at the blood-soaked witch like a Flobber caterpillar.

Draco couldn't help turning his eyes back to the witch. Pansy's whole body was not intact, and now she was only breathing.Draco plucked up the courage to take a step forward. Riddle squinted his eyes to examine the blond wizard. He remembered that the relationship between Malfoy and Harry was a bit delicate. He will not let go of this opportunity.

"She's going to die if this goes on, Mr. Riddle." Draco managed to utter a complete sentence, his palms sweating.He didn't like Pansy's behavior very much, but after all, the other party was his playmate since childhood, and it was a bit too much to watch the girl being tortured to death.

Riddle stopped the spell with a wave of his hand, and focused all his attention on Draco, who tilted his head in contemplation, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.Draco's whole heart felt cold, and he felt that he was slowly stepping into the trap woven by the other party.Draco held his breath and watched Riddle lightly tap his lower lip with his fingers. This period of time only made him doubt the wisdom of the decision to intervene. He regretted it, and maybe he should have given his reckless self a hard slap. .

The increasingly cruel smile on Riddle's face told Draco that he should watch obediently instead of pushing his head, and he remembered the speculation that Bryce had told himself.Riddle had always been particularly strict with Draco, and he was careful not to cross boundaries, and his friend interpreted the special treatment he received as Riddle's jealousy.Draco had always been grateful to have made a bond with Harry, which was why he was still intact.But no, now that Harry was unconscious, Riddle would take the opportunity to chastise him and make him understand his place.Riddle wanted to assert sovereignty and keep Draco away from his possessions.

"But I'm not satisfied yet—" Riddle prolonged his tone deliberately, and he watched Draco stiffen with satisfaction, "Maybe you want to please me instead of Parkinson? I must admit that I haven't seen Malfoy in my presence for a long time." My feet trembled."

Draco's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't heard his father mention Riddle's situation. Could it be that his pride as the head of the Malfoy family made him underestimate the cruelty of the Dark Lord's son?It didn't look like Riddle was lying, he had tortured the Malfoys.

This message shook the entire Slytherin like a deep-water torpedo. They did succumb to Riddle's power, but most of it was because of the special instructions of the lord. If Riddle had Torture as Voldemort's right-hand man, he could only He is under one person and above ten thousand people, perhaps the only person who can shake Lucius.

Draco knew what he was doing was cowardly, but he had to do it to protect himself.Draco closed and opened his eyes, and his tone was firm: "Harry won't be happy to see me go to the hospital wing."

Riddle burst out laughing, pushing Draco aside and looking down at Pansy.The wizard held the sharp dagger conjured by magic and stabbed it hard//into the girl's palm: "It's lucky that Harry didn't stop breathing, Parkinson, I promise you can only live until he is discharged from the hospital. When I said no one I'm not kidding when I'm better suited to lead Slytherins than I am."

Riddle raised his chin proudly.

"I am the only descendant of Slytherin."