Soul shaping

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Draco stopped in his tracks: "Where did you know that?"

"I...my father and Mr. Malfoy are old friends...he told me." Pansy was relieved seeing that Draco didn't look angry, "Malfoy, why don't I apply for a transfer... ..."

"No need." Draco shook his head, "You're fine at Hogwarts."

Yes, it is not necessary.There is no need to go to a strange and distant hell to accept a heavy test like him, and bear the darkness to shake the soul.That's the path he chose, and most people are only suitable to sink in the world of mortals.

"But... but I..." But I want to be with you!The girl shouted in her heart, but she didn't say what she wanted in the end, but watched the thin and tall figure drift away.She knew he didn't want to hear that.

That boy has left all his burdens behind for his own transformation.

☆, I don't like her that much

Their first trip to Hogsmeade was fast approaching.

Hogsmeade is the only village in England that is entirely wizarding.It has long and crowded streets, lined with all kinds of magical shops, restaurants and bars, red light, blue light and green light are flying around, and boys and girls are eating sizzling bee candy and Mao Maoya bought from Honeydukes. Peppermints and pink coconut icings alternated past.

Harry followed Cho through a path hidden in the woods. She stopped in front of a pair of stone witch statues, took out her wand and tapped in the middle, and the stone witch statue split from the middle, revealing a hidden path.

Harry was about to put on the Invisibility Cloak, but Qiu stopped him by shaking his head: "It's okay, no one will notice you."

"But……"

"Not many people know you can't go to Hogsmeade, do you? We just need to avoid the teachers. You don't want to lose sight of your mates on a date, do you?" She pulled him out of the Honeydukes basement and squeezed into the crowd. Among the students gathered at the counter to buy crispy feather candies and ice mice.

"Do you want something to eat?" Harry pointed to the long line in front of Honeydukes. The word "dating" made him feel hot.Qiu smiled, and shyly refused: "There are too many people here, let's go to Madame Puddife's teahouse."

He heard Riddle snort coldly.

Madame Puddiffe's teahouse is a frequent meeting place for sweet lovers.The teahouse is enveloped in soothing and soft music, and there are long lavender thin curtains hanging on the surrounding windows, and a small candle lamp is placed on each small white square table, illuminating a small area .

They each ordered a cup of hot tea, and sitting in this warm and gentle place, Harry felt that the defenses he usually built were gradually disintegrated, and all the restrained emotions were about to find an outlet to spew out, and his heart was restless.

"Hey, Harry. I have been following you for a long time... I really like the way you play Quidditch, you are very handsome." Qiu put down the hot tea, stared at him and said in a low voice.

"Y-Is that so... I like watching you play Quidditch too. I was watching you the last time you practiced." Harry thought his face must be flushed.

"I know you've been looking at me." Qiu blinked, "I'm looking at you too."

She was so close that he could almost see the blue veins on the eyelids, count her long eyelashes, and the faint glimmer of light in the crown of hair... She raised her head and looked at him affectionately, Harry Can clearly see his own reflection in her eyes.

When the two lips were about to touch, Harry's mind suddenly flashed a dark night, thunder and rain, lightning pierced the sky and reflected on the boy's snow-white cheeks.He leaned down, and the crazy kiss ignited his icy body like a fire, and passed it to all his senses, which was unbelievably clear and magnificent.

Harry subconsciously stepped back, avoiding Qiu.Qiu was taken aback, and lowered his head in embarrassment, looking very hurt.

"Sorry..." Harry didn't know what to say.

"Harry...do you not like me?" Qiu shrugged his shoulders, as if crying.

"No! I like you very much, but I... I feel..."

"Is there something I'm not good enough for, Harry?" Qiu looked at him almost beggingly, her eyes made Harry uncomfortable, as if she had failed this girl.

"No, there's nothing wrong with you...that's my problem." Harry avoided her eyes.He didn't know why he suddenly remembered what happened that day, obviously he hadn't thought about it all this time.Harry felt an itch inside, which made him even more guilty.

"...So you still don't like me." Qiu used an affirmative sentence this time.She bowed her head and stood up and walked out. Harry quickly grabbed her hand, but she shook it off violently.

Qiu wiped her tears and ran out of the teahouse, leaving Harry standing there alone.He did not catch up, but silently paid the money and left the teahouse.

He put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked towards the Shrieking Shack in the direction indicated by Sirius' letter.He avoided the crowd all the way, shrunk his body as much as possible and passed through the gap, silent.

"If you really kissed her just now, I will definitely make you look good when you go back." Riddle's voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.Harry paused, then continued walking.

"Oh, don't mention it. It's you and me that made her so upset." Harry said grumpily.

"Because of me? This statement is very interesting." Riddle's tone rose, "Tell me, what did I do?"

"Just because it occurred to me then..." Harry stopped.

"Thinking of what?" Riddle asked, he suddenly appeared in front of him, and took off Harry's invisibility cloak, making Harry startled.

"Hey, what are you doing, this is on the street!" Harry hurriedly looked around nervously, but Riddle didn't care at all, but found his flustered appearance quite amusing.

"There are fewer people here. And it's getting late now, and others can't see that I'm a spirit." He approached him suddenly and whispered into his ear, "Answer me, what did you think of? "

"You...why should I tell you!" Harry took a step back, blushing.Riddle looked at him thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Harry felt that this guy must have no good intentions.

"I guess you should have thought of..." Before he finished speaking, his lips were covered with ice, and then something pushed in, curling up the tip of his tongue to suck.

Harry's brain froze for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, he was so frightened that he hurriedly pushed him away.And Riddle had already dodged away, standing a few meters away from him.

"You...what the hell do you mean!"

"Is this how it feels?" the boy asked, tilting his head.

"Huh?" Harry frowned, subconsciously replied, "No, it's going to be more intense..."

The two fell silent at the same time.

Riddle was a little dazed, and then the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.Harry wanted to dig a hole and bury himself... what did he say!

"Oh... so you like rougher ones?" Riddle rubbed his chin and smiled meaningfully.

"No! I was wrong!" Harry was going crazy.

"It's okay, Harry. I can satisfy you whatever you like." The boy came over and patted him on the shoulder, showing a helpless expression of "I really can't do anything about you".

"Stop talking..." Harry wanted to cry, but he stretched out his hand to Riddle, "Give me back the Invisibility Cloak, Hermione is coming soon."

He and Hermione made an appointment to meet here at seven o'clock, and together they would go find Sirius.

Riddle handed him the Invisibility Cloak without saying anything.But when Harry was about to put it on, he suddenly leaned over and touched him on the cheek, quickly disappeared into the locket,

Harry froze in place.He touched the place where he had been kissed, and it was as if he had been electrocuted, and the numbness spread all over his body in an instant.

He heard a series of footsteps approaching here, and quickly pulled on the invisibility cloak.Hermione was walking quickly, glancing at the watch on the inside of her wrist now and then.

"Hermione." Harry called out, taking off his invisibility cloak.

Hermione nodded and walked towards him: "You came early, Harry, I thought you would be late."

"why?"

"Didn't you go on a date with Qiu? I thought you would stay a little longer." Hermione replied as it should.

"Hey...we broke up unhappy." Harry was a little dejected.

"What's the matter?" They walked into the Shrieking Shack together. It was pitch black, and there was a thin, sharp wind sound from time to time.Hermione took out her wand and murmured "Lumos," soft white light illuminating both of their cheeks.

"I turned her down...she was heartbroken."

"Why? Don't you like her?"

"I think... maybe I don't like her that much." After saying this, Harry felt as if a big rock had been dropped in his heart, and he suddenly realized.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.At this time, there was a rustling sound from the depths of the shed. It seemed that a quadruped animal was walking on the wet ground, and the soft pads of the feet fell to the ground and made a light sticking sound.

Hermione had already extinguished the lights.Both were holding their breath, ready to go.A clump of light suddenly lit up in the darkness, stabbing them so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.After Harry gradually got used to the bright light, he saw clearly that it was a lighted wand, and it was held in a long, yellow, weather-beaten hand.

"Sirius." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will see the parents_(:з」∠)_

☆, he is very important

The man nodded, and he looked at Hermione with a look of questioning in his eyes.

"Oh, this is my friend Hermione. I've already told her about you." Harry explained quickly.

"Well, are you Sirius?" Hermione asked, "I've heard it from Harry, you mean it was your good friend Pettigrew who betrayed Harry's parents, right?"

"Yes, he is now... Ron's pet Scabbers." Sirius said after thinking for a long time before remembering Ron's name.

"You may not know that Banban got lost in the pyramid."

"Lost?" Sirius frowned immediately, "Could it be that he knew that I was coming to kill him? This is impossible... He left Ron's house for no reason, without any purpose. Could it be... ..."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Peter Pettigrew has always been a follower of power. He was attached to our small group at the beginning, and he also followed the Dark Lord later. He only likes to hug the thigh of the strong... After he betrayed us, he has been hiding from other Death Eaters as Scabbers. Because he provided information to the Dark Lord, but the Dark Lord fell because of this, and many people still hate him...but they thought he was dead, and if they knew he was still alive, they would definitely ask for an explanation. So here Under such circumstances, he will not leave Ron's house. Unless he finds a better support..." Sirius was a little distressed, "but I really can't think of anyone who is willing to take him in, and who is capable of protecting him... ...is the Dark Lord resurrected?"

It's impossible because the Dark Lord is still in my pocket.thought Harry.But it's not certain, who knows what this guy Riddle has done.

"I didn't take him in." Riddle seemed to roll his eyes, "I don't care."

"There is another possibility. Scabbers is not Pettigrew at all, it is just an ordinary mouse, and its escape is also a random event." Hermione said staring at Sirius.

"I knew you would say that." Sirius was not surprised. "I can only tell you that I will never admit my mistake. I have seen him transform hundreds of times. And have you noticed that Scabbers has less claws on his paws?" A little finger? He used a little finger to fool everyone back then."

"...Well, let's take a step back, even if what you said is true, we have lost the clue now."

"Wait, can I interrupt?" Harry interrupted suddenly, he seemed a little embarrassed, but his gaze was extremely firm.

"Say it Harry."

"I want to ask...does it mean to kill someone if you hate someone?" He said softly, "Or, if you have hatred for someone, do you have to take revenge on him? If you use another way Is it a kind of betrayal to end this relationship?"

He felt the locket in his trouser pocket become hot, almost making him jump.Both Sirius and Hermione looked at him strangely, thinking about his words.

"You mean I shouldn't kill Pettigrew?" Sirius asked.

"Well, from a legal point of view, it really shouldn't be done. It's a better choice to hand him over to Azkaban."

"But I want to kill him with my own hands... He is the chief culprit who killed James and Lily, I can't be at peace if I don't watch him die..." Sirius' face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, "I can't stand him still Live well..."

"Being in Azkaban is not living well," Harry reminded.

"Let's talk about it after we catch him." Sirius obviously didn't want to bring it up again. "By the way, Harry. I want to tell you about Riddle. Is he there?"

"Huh? He..."

"I'm here." A voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.Hermione, visibly startled, took a step back.A black and white boy came out of nowhere and sat beside Harry.

"When did you come in?" Hermione quickly calmed down and asked directly.

"I have been here all the time."

"How can..."

"Uh, Riddle is a soul body. He usually rests here." Harry took out a locket, Sirius was a little surprised, and Hermione had a completely terrified expression.

"Okay...Harry, let me ask you. How did you know Riddle?" Sirius seemed to accept this setting easily and returned to normal,

Harry was thinking about how to explain, but Riddle said, "He picked me up."

"Pick...?"

"Yes." Riddle looked indifferent, and Sirius almost believed his words.

"Where did you pick it up?" Hermione asked this time, her face was pale, as if she hadn't recovered from the shock.

"The Room of Requirement." Riddle said casually.

Hermione and Sirius looked at each other, and both saw a trace of doubt in each other's eyes: "What is that place?"

"The Room of Requirement is a room in Hogwarts that has been enchanted with profound magic. It can provide you with anything you want." Harry reacted and took the conversation naturally.

"How did you know about such a room? I never knew there was such a place when I was a student at Hogwarts." Sirius asked.

"Well... I also discovered it by accident."

"Harry, why haven't you told us about Riddle's existence?" Hermione said with some difficulty, "You've known him for a long time, right? Why haven't you told us?"

"I...I don't know how to explain it." Harry opened his mouth and replied hesitantly, "I'm afraid you won't accept him..."

"Harry, as long as you tell us, of course we will understand you. But you don't tell us anything...Harry, is he really that important?" Hermione looked at him seriously, as if she could Penetrating everything, leaving Harry nowhere to hide.He realized that Hermione had already guessed something, but he didn't know how far she had guessed.

"...yes, he's important," Harry finally replied.His left hand clenched and was firmly held by a cold hand.He turned his head to the side, and Riddle was looking at him, his eyes full of strength, oppressing his nerve endings.

"Okay, I get it." Sirius waved his hand, and said solemnly to Riddle, "Riddle, Harry will leave it to you."

"Well, I'll take good care of him." Riddle answered perfectly.Harry always felt that Sirius seemed to have misunderstood something... He tried to pull his hand away in embarrassment, but the other party calmly held it tighter.

Hermione also keenly sensed that something was wrong.She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but Sirius pulled her and whispered something in her ear, and Hermione's expression became even weirder.

The party ended in a cloud, and Harry still didn't know what Sirius had said to Hermione.After he said something to Harry and contacted him with an owl, he turned into a big wolfhound and slipped away from the secret passage.

Hermione glanced at Riddle next to Harry, whispered to Harry, "I have something to tell you," and pulled Harry to the back of the Shrieking Shack, which was a wide and dark space. On the dry grass, the strong wind blew their hair and clothes.

Hermione walked ahead against the wind, step by step with difficulty.Harry didn't know where she was taking him.

"Hermione..."

"Tell me the truth, Harry." She didn't stop, her voice was hoarse and desolate in the wind, stained with a layer of gray-blue sadness, "What you just said about how to deal with hatred is not about Say Sirius and Pettigrew, right?"

"Yeah. I'm not talking about them," Harry admitted.

"Then what you're talking about...is it Voldemort?" The girl suddenly turned around and looked at him fixedly.She brushed away the hair that was blown to her forehead by the wind, and shivered, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or the name that could not be mentioned.

"……Yes."

"Then let me ask you, is that Riddle the same as Voldemort?"

For a split second, Harry felt as though a hole would be poked in his heart by her words.He stared at Hermione with wide eyes, completely surprised that she had expected this to this extent.

"How...how did you know?"

Hermione sighed, with a helpless expression of "I knew it": "Sirius may not be able to see it, but I know what an evil thing that locket is. Is it a Horcrux? Making a Horcrux is even a matter of time." Black magic is also an extremely advanced skill... I can't think of anyone other than Voldemort who can complete this kind of advanced black magic. I will contact you to say something... But I am only [-]% sure That's all."

Harry looked at her with eyes that were almost admiring. Hermione was beyond ordinary intelligence and diligence. Her imagination and observation ability were completely beyond his expectations.

"So, Harry... what on earth are you thinking? Have you developed feelings for your enemy?" Hermione knew what Harry was thinking without looking at Harry's expression, and could not help but sigh again.

"Yeah...you're right, I think I'm crazy. Hermione, I want to help him...not to help him, but to help him straighten out the tilted world in his eyes," he said softly.

"...do you know what you're talking about, Harry? You want to correct Voldemort, will he... really accept it? His ideas have long been established, and there is no way we can change them. Harry, it's not that I don't Believe in you, but you know that if this road goes wrong, it will be irreparable." Hermione's eyes were full of worry, and Harry knew that she trusted him completely, and she would help him wholeheartedly, no matter where she went.

"I know, Hermione. I know exactly what I'm talking about. I've considered this decision for a long time. Hermione, Riddle, he...isn't that Voldemort anymore." Harry looked up at her, unshakable, " Voldemort has seven Horcruxes, and Riddle is just one of his soul fragments, not his main soul. So I helped Tom Riddle, not Voldemort."

"Okay...then how are you going to help him?"

"I haven't figured that out yet..." Harry scratched his hair.

Hermione nodded understandingly.She closed her eyes, and the bright light from the lighthouse in the distance swept across her dark cheeks one by one, and the dust and sand sprinkled her sleeves.

"Harry, you must tell me what's on your mind in the future. No matter what decision you make, I will support you as a friend."

Harry looked at her gentle face with sadness in his mouth, his eyes were already moist,

"Okay. I promise you."

☆、Missing one hundred million

Gryffindor dormitory.

As soon as Harry drew the curtains, Riddle pinned him down on the bed.The latter leaned on his shoulders and looked at him tightly, his eyes clenched tightly like gears.

"Hey... I didn't say I forgive you." Harry couldn't bear his fiery gaze, and turned his head slightly.

"I know." He still stared at him steadfastly.In the next second, Riddle leaned down, and the violent kissing wind swept over like a tsunami.

The tip of his tongue attacked the city immediately, and he kept licking his lower lip, curling up his soft tongue and sucking vigorously. Harry couldn't keep up with his eagerness and madness, so he could only try to find a gap to breathe.

Riddle turned his head sideways, licking and kissing him from various angles, and his hand slowly moved down to hold his hand, tightening it bit by bit.

Harry felt his body getting hotter and hotter. The entanglement between his lips and teeth made him dizzy and hard to resist. The other party's grip on his wrist was getting heavier and heavier, almost crushing his bones.

It wasn't until Harry was breathless from the kiss that he kicked his legs vigorously, and the other party pulled away a little distance, but still sniffed and breathed, and the hot gasping breath on his cheek almost burned him.

Harry's face was flushed, he met Riddle's dark eyes, which seemed to be an endless vortex, and all his consciousness was involved and shattered.

"How do you want to help me?" He moved his thin lips and said softly.

"Huh? I didn't think about it after I said it..." Harry was a little dazed, he felt that he was kissing him again, so he pushed him away, "Stop playing..."

"Since you haven't figured out how to help me, then I'll help you."

"Huh?" Harry frowned. When he realized what the other party was doing, he sat up in fright and pushed him away suddenly, "Merlin, I don't need your help!"

"Really don't need it?" The boy looked regretful.

"No, no, I'll do it myself!" Harry said and rushed into the toilet.Riddle shrugged, sat on the head of the bed with a half-smile, and touched his nose.He lifted the quilt, took off his old school uniform and lay down.

Harry came back after struggling for more than half an hour.He snuggled into the bed and pulled off the quilt, turned his back, as if he didn't want to talk to him at all.

"Hello, Harry." Riddle patted him on the back.

"What?" Harry said impatiently, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his hands.

"Good night." I felt a light touch on the back of my neck, and the voice behind me disappeared, from the warmth to another night and coldness.Harry shuddered slightly.

good night.

Harry didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Riddle now.

Every morning Riddle would wake him up and go to class with him.Although Harry doesn't need him to remind him anymore, it's interesting to listen to his complaints about the content of the class... Well, in fact, sometimes Harry thinks that Riddle's mouth is very poisonous. I noticed it in Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Like listen to this-

"Professor Binns' lectures are not worth listening to at all. Just read the textbook yourself. It's much more interesting than listening to him from the scriptures. Oh, he read it wrong again. It was the Count Louis who was beheaded instead of the Baron Nettle." ..."

and this--

"Snape has made a lot of achievements in Potions. But with his teaching method, it is a miracle that he can last until now. I heard that he wants to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? I didn't expect him to have the same ambition as me."

as well as--

"I'm increasingly suspicious of Dumbledore's level of appointment of teachers. Why hasn't this idiot Lockhart been kicked out? Then it's better to let Snape do it... No, instead of Snape, let me do it Bar."

Harry finds Riddle, who doesn't hide his inner thoughts, very cute, but sometimes it seems a little annoying——

"Harry, how old are you now? I think you still have room to grow."

"...can you please close your eyes when I go to the toilet in the future."

"That's so boring."

"Are you a pervert?!"

"No. Thank you for the compliment, though."

Harry thought he was confused.

Life seems to be finally getting back on track.His relationship with Riddle was much more natural than before, but Harry still didn't wear the locket around his neck.In any case, those days of trusting someone wholeheartedly seem to never come back.

The days go on, and the Quidditch game goes on.Although Harry knew that Draco was skilled, he was still taken aback when he learned that Slytherin had beaten Hufflepuff three hundred to ten.

But when Ron told him that all members of the Slytherin team were equipped with Firebolts, Harry looked indifferent.It's amazing to be rich.

However, Draco used the financial resources of the Malfoy family to tell him that being rich is great.

Draco sent him a very "friendly" greeting card the next day, which made Harry very angry: I can help you Gryffindor team buy a full set of Firebolts, do you want it?

Regardless of Wood's almost limitless request, Harry insisted on replying, "Thank you for your kindness, but no need. Our Gryffindor relies on players, not brooms."

Draco replied almost instantly - if you subtracted the owl's flight time - "Oh, that's a shame. You missed a million."

Harry was about to explode.He glared viciously at Riddle, who was sitting on the side playing with Harry's wand. The latter looked back and straightened his long legs gracefully: "Why, want to..."

"You shut up." Harry didn't even think about it, he knew that he was going to say some bad things that didn't fit his status, and the tone was extremely nasty.He slapped Draco's letter in front of him with a cold face, his eyes were not friendly, "Look at what he wrote, are you all Slytherins like this?"

Riddle picked up the green letter paper exuding a faint fragrance with his fingertips, glanced at it briefly, and put it back.

"Not all Slytherins are like this." Riddle twirled the wand in his hand, running his slender fingers through the holly, "Because he is my servant, he is so mean."

"Is he on fire with the Firebolt?" Harry looked at the latest letter that said "With the strength of the Malfoy family, you can get the Firebolt with guaranteed quality and a [-]% discount. That's something you Gryffindors can't compare to," and he couldn't imagine it coming from someone who'd said something like "not being complacent about being expensive."

With his free hand, Riddle grabbed the letter paper in his hand and threw it aside: "He is probably too bored, he wants to tease you before transferring schools." The boy narrowed his eyes displeased, and his fingers penetrated into the Harry's hair was stroked repeatedly.

"But he's gone too far. I don't like it when you're thinking about other men." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Harry, jumped off the table, and put the wand back into Harry's pocket. "Come on, let's meet him."

"...Oh." Harry agreed vaguely.

The farce culminated in a two-hour heart-to-heart talk between Riddle and Draco.Draco expressed deep apologies to Harry and expressed respect for his master's choice.

"No matter what, I am still the master's servant, and I will try my best to help the master fulfill his wish." Draco said to Riddle in the end, "And I have my own path to pursue."

"That's why you're going to Durmstrang?" Riddle raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, master." Draco replied respectfully.

"Then go. You can indeed learn a lot of different things there...it's good for you too." Riddle said casually.

"Thank you, master!" Draco raised his head in surprise, and bowed deeply again.Riddle waved his hand casually, indicating that he could leave.He walked up to Harry, who was kicking rocks boredly, and put his shoulders on his shoulders.

"What are you going to eat tonight?"

"That's my business." Harry glanced at him sideways and made a face at him, "You can't eat it anyway."

"...I think I spoil you too much."

"Have it?"

The author has something to say: Sweet transitional chapter_(:з」∠)_I feel like I often put sugar in front of the knife... But it’s not a knife. The second part will end tomorrow, and I will give some foreshadowing to the previous ones do explain.

Regarding the question of why Hermione knew about Horcruxes, this can only be explained as the butterfly effect. This Hermione is already slightly different from the original Hermione.I don't know when Dumbledore took those books away, theoretically Hermione had a chance to see it... maybe she stumbled upon it when she was looking for something about dementors

It just means that Hermione knows about Horcruxes, not that she can build them.

☆, another self

Although awkward at first, Harry quickly got used to sleeping with Riddle.But Harry always suspected that the spirit body didn't need to sleep... Otherwise, why would Riddle always know how many times he kicked the quilt at night and how many words he said in his sleep, and would repeat them to him with relish.

"Yesterday I heard you say in a dream that you liked me." That night, when Harry pulled up the quilt and was about to sleep, Riddle leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Liar—! Do you think I'll believe it!" Harry frowned, and kicked him hard, but missed, and kicked against the wall, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Riddle didn't care, he sat up and grabbed Harry's feet and rubbed them, tsk-tsk and shook his head.

The cold hand gently touched the slightly hot bruise, gently and slowly, as if wrapped in warm sea water, and the tide was rising.The senses all over his body became extremely sensitive, and the blood rushed to the part he touched. Harry pulled his feet back as if to cover up, and pulled the quilt over his head with all his strength.

"Go to sleep!"

Riddle still sat quietly, the smile on his face faded.He slowly closed his eyes.

"I didn't lie to you...it's just that I don't know who you're talking about." Riddle covered his eyes with one hand.

That day was filled with smog and hot waves, and the aroma of herbal medicine permeated the gaps of countless molecules. He returned to the past in the prophecy and illusion, and saw the familiar alley and the strange self again.The appearance of the boy who fell from the sky was only for a moment, and his face was not even as thrilling as his words of embracing him.

When did I meet you?When did you become less like yourself?

He was silent for a long time, and finally pulled the quilt and hugged him from behind.Harry moved unconsciously, seeming a little uncomfortable.Riddle stiffened for a moment, retracted his hand, and clenched it into a fist.

swish swish.swish swish.In the darkness came the sound of a small animal crawling in the crevice, secret and trivial.He sat up alertly, narrowing his eyes.

He could feel that thing had moved close to him, its sharp claws rubbed against the wall and made a small, piercing sound, and its long tail swept across the bed curtain with a whirring sound...

Then he heard a poof, the little mouse disappeared, and something swelled suddenly in the darkness.

"Soul Imprisonment!" With a burst of green light, the locket placed by the boy's bed vibrated suddenly, and then fell into silence.A hand reached in and gently fished out the locket.

Harry rolled over, unaware that he was alone on the bed.

"Harry, Harry! It's time to get up! Today is a Quidditch match with Ravenclaw!"

Harry opened his eyes, seeing Ron's anxious face still a little bit unresponsive.

"What time is it?" He yawned and began to dress.

"It's 08:30! Harry, why are you so calm!"

"It's 08:30?!" Harry woke up suddenly, hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed to the bathroom to wash up.The game starts at nine o'clock, and their Quidditch players need to go to Professor Hooch for inspection in advance.

Harry simply ate two slices of bread and rushed to the Quidditch pitch with the Firebolt in hand.That's weird, why didn't Riddle call today?