the Gambler

"What do you take Marvolo for?" Hermione suddenly interrupted Harry and Ron's heated Quidditch discussion. The two looked at the witch in confusion, and Hermione had to repeat, "Marvolo is to you What kind of?"

"Enemy? Opponent?" Harry asked back. The option of friend made it impossible for him to say it in front of the insider. He didn't know what Hermione wanted to ask, and it was obvious that his answer made her very dissatisfied.

"You are like waltzing partners. Every time one of them pushes the other away, it doesn't take long to pull the other back. Sometimes it makes me wonder if there is really a special gravity between you, just like him Said soul connection?" Hermione spoke in deliberation, and the corner of Harry's mouth raised a mocking arc, which was so ridiculous that Tom reluctantly echoed her description, but he didn't.Harry didn't miss Tom's company, for Merlin's sake, he was just doing surveillance, yeah, obviously.Talking like Harry is really mentally ill, who wants to have a capricious bastard around?

"You scare me, Hermione." Ron got up and walked to sit next to Hermione. He put his hand on the witch's forehead, looking very worried, which made the girl blush instantly.Ron held Hermione's face and asked nervously: "Your face is very red, are you sick? Oh, I need to take you to Madam Pomfrey, don't worry, Hermione, I will stay by your side of!"

"She's not sick, Ron, don't you see she's just shy? Seriously, how long are you two going to show your affection unconsciously?" Harry was amused by their awkward expressions, and he remembered Hermione's description , adding, "No, Hermione, we're not in that relationship."

Hermione coughed heavily, the blush on her face had faded, but her eyes flickered, and she didn't look into Ron's eyes, who was a little frustrated.

"I didn't imply that you are in that kind of relationship, I just think you are attracted to each other, don't contradict me, er, forget it, don't care." Harry almost growled because of the suspicion in the witch's words, he bit his tongue and refused to speak.

"Harry and Marvolo can't be that kind of relationship!" Ron retorted eagerly, his voice raised a little, and the whole lounge focused on the three of them, especially the witches.

"Yeah, obviously not." Harry replied in a firm and loud voice, he was tired of explaining one by one, let them hear it all at once, and there was nothing between him and Tom anyway.

"May I share my opinion?" Parvati said carefully, relieved when Harry nodded, "Well, it seems to me that something definitely happened between the two of you, I mean, You have been inseparable before, and I even began to wonder if you were separated for more than an hour every day."

Everyone nodded, and under the cloud of the Azkaban escape incident that enveloped them, it became difficult to have fun.Gossip was their thing now, especially about Harry and Marvolo.

"Actually we hate each other, and we're only with him to keep an eye on him." Noticing the disbelieving expressions of the others, Harry hurriedly explained, "He looks like a model student, but he's still a Slytherin. Getting to know him better, a charming appearance is a good disguise, isn't it?"

Many people still showed skeptical expressions, apparently not accepting Harry's conclusion. It seemed that Tom's acting skills had already been perfected.Ginny hastily affirmed Harry's statement. Compared with the now notorious Harry, the witch's words carry more weight.

"Putting that aside," Angelina took up the topic, "if you really have such a bad relationship, uh, Marvolo seems to be warming up to you? I mean you do fight a lot, but unnecessary physical Is the contact a bit too much?"

To be honest, they also described their own death match with Tom too lightly.

"I saw him press you against the wall several times! The closeness of your face-to-face makes me suspect that the next step is to kiss!" Alicia shouted excitedly, and Harry flinched under the eyes of everyone, who were either shocked or suddenly realized In terms of body, sometimes he really can't understand girls' brain circuits, so their bright eyes only deepened his opinion.The girls are all weird.

"We didn't kiss," Harry raised his voice, and many people sighed regretfully, which made the boy a little panicked, "Marvolo never respects other people's private space! I don't know if he has skin hunger or not. Damn annoying!"

Hermione sat up straight, her brown eyes locked tightly on Harry's green, and the witch spoke in a calm tone of fact: "In fact, Marvolo never lets others come within half a meter of him."

"Yeah, that time when I tripped over the steps in Potions class, he actually pulled out his wand and cast 'Armor Protection'. I was completely dumbfounded." Dean wrinkled his nose, feeling like he was being bounced off by the barrier It was uncomfortable. He thought it was just his nose that suffered, but then his entire back fell heavily on the ground.Well, Riddle explained afterwards that this was an instinctive reaction, so does that count as an apology?

The rest of them gave all sorts of examples that Riddle was a very private person, which irritated Harry more and more.They seem to have come to the same conclusion that Tom is only particularly close to Harry, and the two are clearly a couple.

"Get back together, Harry, it's good for both of you." Li said in the tone of someone who had experienced it. He was stabbed in the stomach by the wizards sitting on both sides at the same time. The black-haired wizards complained that the two hit too hard.

"We really don't have that kind of relationship," Harry declared self-destructively, which did nothing to shake their firm belief that Harry hoped they would be as firm when fighting Voldemort.

Seamus twirled his wand uneasily, and he whispered: "You are quiet this year, but getting along with Marvolo is very tense. It seems that you are in conflict with each other, but you didn't keep your distance because of it. I noticed that you and Malfoy We can all live together peacefully." Realizing Harry's raised eyebrows, Seamus kept stroking the back of his neck, "Yeah, I've been watching you, but I just can't muster up the courage to apologize, I shouldn't talk to you in that tone Talking. I mean whether the Dark Lord's return is real or not, we're still buddies, aren't we?"

Harry smiled, he wouldn't mind welcoming Seamus back with open arms.

"It's touching, but it's beside the point," Parvati reminded them, pushing her beautiful black hair aside. "What do you think of Marvolo? He's a different person when he's with you."

"Why does everyone ask me that question? I don't think my opinion can change your opinion."

"Who else asked you?" Ron was aroused.

"Malfoy."

"He really cares about your relationship!" Parvati was as excited as if he was hit by a snakeskin bag full of Galleons, "I knew, he must be interested in you too. Malfoy is so handsome, oh, ha Leigh, don't look at me like that, girls think so—" Harry noticed that many people nodded eagerly, and he didn't even have the intention to complain, "No one would believe that Parkinson is his girlfriend , After all, the news came from the mouth of the poodle, and I don't think Malfoy is too lazy to explain. Now you have confirmed my guess."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Obviously gay."

"Hahaha~ That ferret is really a bitch!" Ron covered his stomach and kept laughing. Seamus kicked the stool leg hard. The latter wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Seamo and Dean glanced.

Lee repeated Parvati's question: "So what do you think of Riddle?"

Harry frowned; he thought too much of Tom.Cruel, insidious, cunning, scheming murderer and Dark Lord.But these are not suitable for answering in public, he hesitated, and said with a neutral attitude as much as possible: "Charming, perfect, powerful, he is an undoubted genius, but also sinister and cunning, a poisonous snake that eats people but does not spit bones, he is more powerful than you Worse than all the Slytherins I've seen combined, I don't even know when I've been lured into a trap."

"You have a big opinion on him." Li tilted his head and looked at Harry's serious expression. "He doesn't look like the type who will show his true nature, if what you say is true. If it weren't for Dumbledore Principal Lido said he and you just met, I would have thought you had known each other for a long time."

Yes, it took him nearly five years to get to know the dark wizard who wanted to kill him.Harry thought indignantly.

"Just be careful not to get too close to him," Harry said, getting up and heading for the stairs leading to the dormitory, "heed my advice."

Harry felt very tired, especially after listening to other people's analysis of Tom.There was no one in the bedroom. After washing up early, he untied the gold tassels that bound the crimson flannel curtain, cut off the bright moonlight, and got into the warm bed.The boy fell asleep almost on the pillow.

Harry had a strange dream. In the dark cemetery, a green light flew over his head. He looked around, but there was nothing.There is no golden Triwizard Cup, no dead body of Cedric, no snake-faced Voldemort, and no handsome young Tom.Harry stayed silent for a moment, when suddenly a whirlwind swept him to another place.

There was still darkness all around, and Harry stood high in the air, with only a steel cable the thickness of an arm supporting his body under his feet.Don't ask him why he knows that he is hundreds of feet away, he just knows, especially when the valley wind blowing from below lifts the hem of his pajamas, rough rubbing against his skin.It hurts, and if it wasn't for sure that it was in a dream, Harry would have no doubt that there were already deep and light red marks on it.He waited, waiting for the moment when the delicate balance of the empty world would be upset, anything, anyone.He needed to get out of the darkness, it was like an ever-expanding closet, and Harry hated it.His heart was trembling, his muscles were tense, and the sweat was sliding down his cheekbones. The pleasant stimulation made his chest explode, and soon, the soles of his feet were shaking.Harry closed his eyes and planned to embrace the feeling of falling in emptiness, as long as he got out of here, as long as he got out of this darkness, what was waiting for him was no longer important.

"You can't leave me alone, Harry." The deep, silky voice like red wine sounded above Harry's head, and a pair of solid arms gripped his thin wrist like iron clamps.Harry looked up at the knight who had rescued him, and only met a pair of deep lake blue eyes. The intense emotion inside made him forget to breathe for a moment.The man pulled Harry up with a smirk, and hugged the shivering boy. He kept rubbing the tip of his nose against Harry's delicate neck, and his warm breath made the boy's hairs stand on end.

"Don't leave me, Harry."

Harry felt his own name come out of those mouths as if it had been licked, and he always knew how to tease himself, saying even simple names as if they were loving//caressing.Tom was greedy for Harry's body, he had noticed Harry's eyes, the eyes full of lust seemed to be able to easily peel off his clothes.

It's morbid, because Harry desires each other just as much.This is sick.

Tom Riddle.

The one and only Tom Riddle.

Young Voldemort.