the Gambler

Mirror of Erised.

The words engraved on the top of the magnificent mirror mean longing in reverse.Tom knew it the first time he caught sight of the mirror.

According to legend, it can make people see the most urgent and strongest desire deep in their hearts. After discovering the joy of this mirror, countless people waste their youth for those wonderful fantasies.Proverbs suggest that people should not forget reality and choose to live in dreams.Only the truly powerful can see their true selves.

Tom sneered, he approached the Mirror of Erised indifferently, the confidence brought by his power was incomparable to those stupid humans, he was sure that he would not be easily seduced.As for why this mirror appeared so suddenly and unsuspectingly in the abandoned classroom, he couldn't be more clear about who was the instigator, Albus Dumbledore, no one except that old manipulative bee would put A dangerous item is used as a prop.

"Let me know what you want to do, Dumbledore." Tom whispered. If Dumbledore set this trap, he would need to bite back. Who knows how powerful the trapped beast will be?He was sure to duel Dumbledore, especially after the Ministry of Magic incident, it was clear that Voldemort had the ability to counter Dumbledore, and he - interestingly, found himself possessing magical powers comparable to Voldemort's.

He doesn't know why his power will have a qualitative leap in another time and space.Well, this is the question to be studied next. Now, he needs to know what kind of future the mirror in front of him will show.

"What is your deepest desire, Tom Marvolo Riddle?" Tom murmured, putting his hand on the cold mirror, he took a deep breath of the cold night air, letting the coldness bring him peace mood.

Tom opened his eyes slowly.

His bright smile lit up the entire empty classroom, and he was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

Rule the world.It's so obvious.

Tom held on to the rim of the Mirror of Erised and couldn't stand upright laughing, obviously, yes.

Rule the world, with Harry.

In the quiet library, there was only the rustling of papers being turned. The feet of December's robes had already been dragged over. The entire castle was covered in white snow, and the air he exhaled smelled of ice and snow.That makes the warm lounge a favorite place to be.Tom avoided the rowdy crowd and sat down at the round table he and Harry usually used, which was remote and unpopular.A thick layer of dust had accumulated on it, and Tom flicked his wand, and a small whirlwind scraped away all the stains.He pulled away the chair facing the window and spread out the books on magic theory in front of him.

He still couldn't find an explanation for his soaring magic power, but it wasn't a problem that needed to be paid too much attention to.After all, no one sees being powerful as an obsession.Tom moved his stiff body. Warming spells were not his thing, and he preferred Harry's body to the heat of such things.A Gryffindor boy is like a natural hearth, and his magic is comforting.

Tom dozed off with an open book covering his face, and the thick parchment blocked the view of the girls next to him, and he could hear their sighs of regret.

As if he cared, Tom sneered, having been planning how to hold the boy ever since he was sure Harry was the one he really wanted.He's a Slytherin, and there's no way to escape as long as he wants it.

In connection with Harry's violent mood swings and the sudden distance these days, if he hadn't known the boy's character earlier, he might have thought he was disgusted.Harry is Gryffindor, no matter how Slytherin he behaves, the bravery in his bones cannot be easily erased.He doesn't hold back, and that's what Tom likes about it.

Harry should like himself.Tom smiled, his handsome appearance had always been a tool he used to achieve his goals, perhaps it was the only useful thing left in him by that dirty and lowly Muggle father.He was sure that even as innocent as Harry could not completely resist his own charm.Yes, he still remembered that the boy was always avoiding his sight recently, and his body would become stiff when he touched it, and - that heart beating violently.

But Harry is constantly denying his own emotions, which is the last thing Tom wants. In any case, he needs to force Harry to come out of the disguise.

Tom wanted Harry, and Harry had to deliver himself to him on a tray.

He didn't believe he'd ever fall in love, and damn it, his plan from the start had been to have a strong partner, or to be more precise, a strong assistant.From the first moment he saw Harry, those unusually green eyes told him that the boy in front of him had unfathomable potential. Tom would not say that Harry was better than himself or anything, he could be sure that the boy had his own Nothing, as Dumbledore's old bee said - love.

Dumbledore told Tom swearingly that love is the most powerful magic in the world. At that time, he thought it was ridiculous. He knew how many families were destroyed by Voldemort, and the only thing he didn't have was love.

However, something happened.When Voldemort was attacking the infant Harry, the Killing Curse bounced off the foolish emotion and the sacrificial magic it caused.The greatest Dark Lord wandered around like a ghost for 14 years. The moment he got his body, Tom was also thrown into this completely unknown world.

Getting along with Harry, that is an understatement, a confrontation is more appropriate.The intense and turbulent emotions confuse him. Children born under the influence of the love potion cannot have the emotion of love, and he knows it better than anyone else.But no, he was indeed attracted to Harry, if he admitted to himself, from the moment he saw Harry, the plan slipped past, he even forgot the original intention, enjoying the collision and challenge brought by the boy.

Tom enjoyed Harry's company.

Perhaps soul mates do exist, and if Harry is the one destined to complete his life, the love potion will also seem to have no effect.

He likes and is good at flirting, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.This itself is an indispensable part of the process of finding a partner. It's like putting together the scattered puzzle pieces. Before you know the overall impression, you will always choose the corner part. The superb art of love//is also an open heart a method.That's not to say Tom is always flirting with potential mates, and he's nostalgic for the warmth of a human being, even if he rarely needs to blow off steam.Maybe it's time to get serious about the fact that Harry is his soul mate.Tom did incorporate flirtatiousness into his day-to-day interactions with Harry, but his premature boldness undoubtedly left the boy with an impression of frivolity.

The first step is wrong.Even acknowledging that fact would detract from his dignity as a Slytherin.If it turned Harry into a trophy, then this small mistake was nothing.That being the case, he needs to give Harry a sense of security, and for Gryffindor, a promise right in the heart is necessary——

Tom Riddle is the best hunter.For him, the real challenge was the moment when Harry said no, and the rejection he said at the beginning would be rounded off by himself, and he could guarantee that Harry would not always maintain a firm attitude, yes, The other party is an emotional boy who is easily shaken by sudden warmth.He wasn't sure how to give each other warmth, the necessary disguise was certain, and Tom was the best actor, bar none.

It's time to maintain a distanced attitude, at least face Harry with a polite and generous attitude, playing hard to get can occasionally get unexpected results.Oh, Salazar, he was looking forward to the day when Harry would willingly walk into his arms.

Yes, even if that sounds ridiculous, this strange feeling fits the description of love in books.Tom laughed happily, and his joyful mood scared many Slytherins. Tom didn't care about their terrified eyes. The only thing he cared about now was Harry, who wanted to grab the boy in his palm.

Maybe Harry cast a powerful spell on him, and he, willingly, was controlled.

A curse called love.

Tens of kilometers away, complex emotions poured into Voldemort's mind through the link. He frowned, his blood-red eyes scanned the surrounding environment, and he was still at Malfoy Manor. That inexplicable feeling was not Potter's, perhaps It should be Harry, Voldemort sneered.

Tom is changing, he likes the lamb of the light side.

Voldemort stretched out his spider-like slender fingers, he couldn't wait any longer, he knew his young self too well, he was just as crazy, but even more impulsive.Something needs to change, and it's time for him to throw his chips.Voldemort shouted at the door, and the next second, Peter Pettigrew stumbled into the room, his ugly eyes dodging to look at the Dark Lord, and his voice trembled.

"Master, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Stretch out your arm, Wormtail." Voldemort ruthlessly pulled the coward's arm, and pressed his wand hard into the snake's head. Peter flinched, but Voldemort's force made him unable to move, "Bella will come Here, go and wait outside the door."

Five minutes later, the crazy Bellatrix rushed into the study, with a bewildered smile on her face, and the moment she saw Voldemort, she knelt down and kissed Voldemort's robe.Voldemort's mouth twitched indistinctly.

"Dear Bella, my golden cup?" The Dark Lord signaled the witch to sit on the opposite sofa.

Bellatrix obediently obeyed the instructions, puffed out her proud chest, and gestured triumphantly: "The Hufflepuff gold cup is well kept in the Lestrange family vault and is under strict guard. , there will be no problem," she looked at Voldemort with expectant praise, "even if I die, no one can get your things, master."

"I'm glad you didn't let me down, Bella," Voldemort smiled, the joy in his eyes quickly cooling at the thought of Lucius, eager to cast another Cruciatus Curse on some blond man, "unlike some It's just a fancy peacock, it can't even protect what I tell you."

"Lucius is a coward," Bella said in a sticky voice, "but I'm different. If I were to give my life for you, I wouldn't hesitate."

"I've always seen your loyalty."

Bellatrix's gray eyes gleamed with recognition, her lips quivered as if she could cry any second.Voldemort avoided his eyes without any trace, and continued: "That's not why I came here for you, I hope you can take out the gold cup."

"Goblins are greedy creatures, as long as they have enough money, they don't care about other things," Bellatrix showed a crazy smile, tongue sticking out of his lips slightly, "Do you have a plan for the next step? We Death Eaters will All your will. Those disgusting Muggle-lovers would make good punching bags—”

Voldemort interrupted the witch's chatter: "It's almost time to act, and before that I have to get the gold cup."

"No question!" Bellatrix shrieked. "As long as it's your order!"