the Gambler

The Slytherin lounge was originally a huge cellar, and the dim firelight illuminated Tom's handsome face very fiercely. It had been a long time since no students had entered, and Harry guessed what Tom had done.Now he was desperate for Snape to at least show up.It couldn't have been worse, with the hissing of vipers all around him and quite a few wrapped around his wrists and neck.

"Honestly," said Tom coldly.

"I don't understand you," Harry cried, as if that would make up for his uneasiness.

There was a short laugh.

The poisonous snake wrapped around Harry's body hissed excitedly, and the fist-sized triangular head slowly approached Harry, and the boy could see the venom continuously dripping down from the fangs.

"Tell me, Harry, what is the relationship between you and me? Who am I?" Tom leaned against Harry's body from behind, feeling the boy's tight muscles and chuckled, "She has been hungry for days , I promised to give her a surprise."

"Speak out, dear Harry," whispered Tom devilishly.

"Do not."

"It's such a pity." Tom straightened up and said indifferently, "/Bite him, beautiful lady./"

The poisonous snake sprang up, its fangs pointed at Harry's neck, the boy shuddered, and the hissing sound made the creature freeze in place.Also stopping was Tom.Slytherin waved the disappointed female snake back down, took Harry into his arms, and kept nuzzling the base of the boy's neck with his nose.Harry struggled to push Tom away, who had a creepy smile on his face.

"You are a Parseltongue. There is no better discovery."

Tom sat down on the armchair facing Harry, tapping the surface of the mahogany lightly with his fingertips: "Tell me, Harry, why are you Parseltongue? Leitlin has nothing to do with it."

Harry frowned too, he hadn't really thought about it.But Dumbledore's answer must never be revealed to Tom.

"I'm pretty sure your mother is a bitch." Tom stared at the other with his chin fixed, and suddenly he frowned, and Harry could see the other's struggle, although the emotion was still subtle.Tom carefully checked Harry's appearance, and this time his voice was a little hesitant: "You are not my descendant."

As if I wanted to be a descendant of Voldemort!Harry complained, although he admitted that he was indeed somewhat similar to Tom in appearance, with the same black hair, high nose bridge and bright red lips, but for Merlin's sake, he was sure that he was more similar to James. !Really, could Tom be more imaginative?

"Actually, I don't mind the mess//Lon, the Gaunt family has this kind of tradition." Tom said calmly, watching Harry's pale face with satisfaction, and his mood became much happier, "Don't be stupid, I don't Would be stupid enough to think you were my son or grandson or something."

"Thank you for pointing out, I know whose child I am better than you." Harry replied indignantly, he was still unable to move, and could only watch his beloved wand lying on the floor five meters away.It wasn't comfortable being unarmed, especially when it came to Tom, who was a little bit annoyed at his recklessness, that he shouldn't have agreed to go straight into the Slytherin lounge to face this dangerous man.Even with the teachings of Occlumency.

The corners of Tom's mouth curled up. He liked watching Harry blow his fur.Unlike the usual brave lion, the boy at this time had the urge to pull off his unsharp nails one by one, watching him shivering and crying out in pain.Harry was really funny, he hadn't met someone like that in a long time.

"You're welcome." Tom raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and mocked the boy who was exhaling angrily, "I must admit this is a surprise. The discovery that you are a Parseltongue made me more and more sure that only you are worthy of me gone."

"Shut down your narcissism."

"I prefer to call it self-confidence." Tom waved his wand to release Harry from the restraints, and the latter quickly leaped to gain a distance of three meters.

"I'll let you go this time. I will figure out my relationship with you. As for the rest, I can only warn you to remember your identity. Harry Potter belongs to Tom Riddle. "

"I don't belong to anyone." As soon as he finished speaking, Harry slammed Tom away. The red curse flew over the boy's head and blew up the coffee table nearby. Harry grabbed the wand on the ground and rolled onto the armrest behind the chair.There was a sudden noise, the door to Slytherin opened, and Snape rushed into the lounge, the bottom of his robes tumbling.Harry had never been so grateful for the appearance of the Potions Professor, damn it, Tom is a real psycho!

The hook-nosed man scanned the storm-swept foyer. He glanced behind the armchair to reveal the Gryffindor-colored hem, and pointed his wand at Tom, whose speed was comparable.When the two were in a stalemate, Harry got out from behind the chair and put his wand directly on Tom's neck.

"Put down your wand, Tom." Harry sent the wand to the back of the boy's neck.

The wizard who was named turned his head and smiled brightly at Harry, without the slightest fear of being threatened. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.Harry didn't relax in the slightest because of the opponent's actions, he knew this bastard too well, who knew when he seized the neutral position, he would beat him up!

Snape's grim voice interrupted the two boys' gaze: "I need to know what happened, Mr. Riddle, you should know that assaulting classmates is not allowed at Hogwarts."

"Let me remind you, Professor Snape. The magic barrier around the castle can judge the offensiveness of the spell by itself. If I really want to seriously injure or kill Harry, she will just throw me out. As you said See, both of us stay here now." Tom said nonchalantly, as if he wasn't the one who threatened Harry's life just now.Harry snorted coldly, his performance clearly caught Snape's eyes.This further confirmed the wizard's guess.

"Then please be generous and tell me what happened." The sarcasm in Snape's tone made Harry not only applaud the disgusting professor, "I don't think this coffee table can become This way, if I had a good imagination, I would suspect that a troll danced a bit on it."

"Actually your guess is not too wrong, respectable professor." Tom grabbed the tip of Harry's wand, pulled the surprised wizard over, and pushed the boy down on another table under Snape's gaze. Then cover your body.Tom pressed one hand on the struggling boy's chest, and looked up at Snape's cold gaze, "Can you understand this kind of joking?"

The cellar fell silent for a moment.

"Harry's a hot boy—" Tom smirked.

"I'm sorry I can't take your word for it, Mr. Riddle. Nobody knows better than me that he's as stupid as a Flobber caterpillar and can't fit these things in his head." Snape walked slowly towards the entwined Harry grabbed Tom's arm and pulled the boy away. Harry quickly straightened his clothes and stayed behind the man.Snape snorted.

"I must admit that as a professor who hates Harry, you know him too well." Tom shrugged.

"Although it is torture for me to accept this fact, you are right, I do understand Potter." Snape's calm tone did not reveal any emotion, and he did not even give the surprised Harry a look. , "I think it is necessary to take Mr. Potter to the office." The wizard waved his wand, and the table immediately returned to its original appearance, "Now, I hope you can go straight back to the bedroom, you know I can find you secretly doing What is it, Mr. Riddle?"

"As you wish, Professor." Tom gave Harry a final smile and quickly disappeared down the corridor.

Tom's departure eased the atmosphere in the lounge a lot, and other Slytherins began to pour in one after another, seeing the gloomy Dean and Harry stop again.Snape nodded to Draco, who greeted back, never taking his eyes off Harry, the boy knew that it was Draco who really brought Snape, and how he managed to bypass the other Slytherins Up to this point, Harry had no clue.

Snape took Harry's arm and dragged him all the way out of the cellar to his own office.Harry didn't resist, he could feel the wetness of the other's hand holding him, he didn't want to add more trouble to Snape, perhaps Snape was the person who knew Voldemort's horror best besides Principal Dumbledore.Whether it is a young version of the Dark Lord or not, the long-term accumulated fear is also deeply etched in the bottom of my heart.Perhaps it was also because of the great stimulation that Snape's attitude towards Harry softened a lot this time.

Snape let go of Harry, went directly to the cupboard and took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, filled the glass with golden liquid and handed a glass to Harry. The boy took it hesitantly, then looked up at Snape Having drained the entire glass, Harry hesitated and drank all the whiskey as well, the liquid burning his throat and making the boy cough non-stop.

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Have you never had whiskey?"

Harry shook his head.

"It seems that Gryffindor is more restrained than I thought," Snape poured another glass of whiskey, "tell me what happened just now."

When Harry recounted the whole story in detail, the anger on Snape's face could not be more, he almost roared: "You find the young Dark Lord to learn Occlumency! Tell me, is it true that as you grow older Brain size is also decreasing year by year? Potter, I have never seen anyone as stupid as you in all my years of coaching."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

"This is necessary, your recklessness will change the whole situation of the battle! Salazar, how could Albus think that you have the power to control Voldemort, maybe he is already demented," Snape raised his huge hooked nose, He seemed completely unapologetic about the fact that he was responsible for Harry learning Occlumency from Tom. "Now tell me how you're going."

"Not bad." Harry muttered uncertainly, and as soon as the words came out, Snape got into Harry's head, and the boy froze for a moment and pushed the professor back out forcefully.

"Although the defense can still be breached, it's much better than last time." Snape commented objectively, "Continue to practice with me."