Soul shaping

After walking around, they saw Hermione, Angelina and the others. They were coming out of the auditorium, and they seemed to have just cast their own parchment in the Goblet of Fire.

"Oh, Harry! I finally found you. Where were you last night?" Hermione ran towards him. "We've all signed up. I just saw Beauxbaton's team go in."

"Uh...we went to the underground casino." Harry was a little embarrassed.

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the others became a little strange, only Hermione was quite normal, but her eyes were also somewhat reproachful.

"Harry, is that rumor true?" Cedric asked shyly.

"What rumor?" Harry was confused.

"Harry, I didn't expect you...don't worry, we can all understand." Angelina and Aki looked shy and...excited?What kind of strange expression is this?

He looked at Hermione for help, and the latter sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "I know you haven't seen each other for three months, but this is at someone else's school anyway, don't be too serious presumptuous."

Suddenly Harry didn't want to know what they were discussing.

In the afternoon, Harry and Hermione went to Durmstrang's library.Their library is in the southwest of the castle, behind the teaching building.It has a total of four floors, and each floor is connected by a spiral staircase. The tall bookshelves stand close to the wall and reach directly into the sky, giving people a shocking feeling of being wrapped in countless magic books.

Harry found that many books that were absolutely banned in Hogwarts were available for students to borrow at Durmstrang.They don't seem to have the concept of a "restricted book area", but they do limit the number of books that students can borrow.

"Harry, their Dark Arts section actually takes up one-fifth of the library!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "This is unimaginable at Hogwarts..."

Draco later joined them, though Harry thought he was just trying to get close to Hermione.

It was not until evening that they walked towards the Great Hall with the other Hogwarts students.It was already brightly lit, decorated with big hollow pumpkins and orange and red ribbons everywhere, and it was festive.They sat down at the table, which was already covered with delicacies.

Harry was absent-mindedly eating, and he looked at the Goblet of Fire from time to time-it was placed next to the teacher's bench now, and the blue and white flames kept pouring out and descending.In fact, it wasn't just him, other students also talked about it.

"Krum and Jetis both signed up... I thought Margaret would too, but it's a shame she's not old enough."

"Who do you think will be chosen, Krum or Jetis? I prefer Krum..."

"Jatis is also very strong..."

"I don't know who will be chosen between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons?"

"I like that handsome Hogwarts boy! I wish he'd been chosen."

"..."

As the dinner drew to a close, the air became warm, boiling, and impetuous, and everyone's eyes gradually shifted to the ordinary-looking Goblet of Fire.

Karkaroff seemed to have noticed this too. He nodded slightly to Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime, and stood up holding the Goblet of Fire.

"I think everyone has enjoyed their dinner and can't wait." He smiled and looked around. This sentence caused some Durmstrang students to cheer, "The Goblet of Fire will make a decision in one minute Now, I'm going to read the school and name of the warrior it chooses. Listen, the chosen warrior needs to walk down this straight path to that room for initial instruction."

"Oh oh oh!"

Karkaroff drew out his wand and shook it. The high chandeliers in the hall were all extinguished, only the candles in the pumpkins and the Goblet of Fire were still glowing.The entire hall fell into a state of twilight, which aroused everyone's emotions even more excitedly.

The blue and white flames of the Goblet of Fire became brighter and brighter, already a bit dazzling.Its sparks jumped higher and higher, almost covering Karkaroff's face.

"... soon." Polyaser whispered, his amber eyes were brightened like a silver mirror.Draco was in a daze for a moment, and he saw the thin pupil with only one slit, which was as ferocious as a snake.

☆, the fourth warrior

The flame in the goblet suddenly turned red, crackling sparks splashing everywhere.Immediately afterwards, a tongue of red flame shot into the air, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out of it, and was caught by Karkaroff.

Everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

Karkaroff took a look and smiled slightly: "The warrior of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!"

Beauxbaton's table was the first to cheer, and then the entire auditorium erupted in applause and screams.Harry saw the beautiful girl with long silver hair standing up gracefully, shaking her long hair, smiling and waving to everyone, walking down the long corridor to the door.

The flames of the goblet turned red again, and another parchment was thrown out, Karkaroff clamped it between two fingers: "Cedric, Hogwarts champion!"

"Ah, that boy!"

Dumbledore stood up, applauded vigorously, and smiled at Cedric.Harry and the others also stood up one after another, congratulating him sincerely.The boy still couldn't react, he smiled shyly, his cheeks flushed.

When Cedric also entered the room, the entire auditorium fell silent again.The atmosphere became more restless, and there seemed to be a hint of gunpowder.Harry noticed that both the Silver Snake and the Dark Bones had tensed faces and serious eyes.

The sparks turned red again, jumping and dancing, sparks flying.A strip of parchment was ejected.

Karkaroff glanced at the parchment and read out the name on it: "Durmstrang's warrior, Jetis!"

The table at "Dark Bone" exploded in an instant, everyone stood up one after another, slammed the table and stools exaggeratedly, a group of people surrounded Jetis to congratulate him, and some members of the organization provoked "Silver Snake" , which quickly turned into a melee.

"Quiet, quiet! Everyone, please get back to your seats!" Karkaroff yelled with a sullen face.He glared at the group of provocative students, his eyes seemed to pop out.

The group of students gradually calmed down, but they still blow their beards and stare at each other, very unconvinced.

"Actually, Durmstrang is not united." Hermione commented, "Their student organization has grown stronger, but it has also led to internal divisions. Originally, the selection of warriors is a matter of a school, but in their eyes But it has become a bargaining chip for major organizations to confront each other."

Harry held a different opinion: "That's not necessarily true. Many people will have a warrior in their minds, and they will indeed feel a sense of gap when their wishes fail, and Durmstrang just puts this kind of warrior because of the existence of the organization." The gap has widened. When the game starts, they will support Jetis."

"Maybe." As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the Goblet of Fire in Karkaroff's hand began to burst into red flames again.He froze for a moment, looking extremely shocked.

Everyone froze in place, staring blankly at the wooden goblet.Flames spewed out, and a piece of parchment with charred edges was spit out.Karkaroff took the parchment, his eyes widened completely.He looked at Harry suddenly, his thin lips trembling: "Harry Potter!"

"It's a conspiracy, Karkaroff, it's definitely a conspiracy!"

"Okay, Olim, calm down—"

"I've never heard of any school in the Triwizard Tournament that can have two warriors!"

"Aren't you going to explain, Dumbledore, eh? Something must have happened to your student..."

"If you mean that he crossed the age limit, Karkaroff, you set that line. I don't think a 14-year-old student can fool you." Dumbledore replied bluntly, He looked at the boy standing beside him, who seemed to be still in a daze, with a dull expression, "Harry, you didn't throw your name into the Goblet of Fire yourself, did you?"

"Huh? No, Professor." Harry responded, responding.

"So you didn't ask your senior classmates to cast the parchment for you?" Dumbledore's eyes were very sharp.

"I didn't do that, Professor." Strangely, he was much calmer than he'd imagined.After getting over the initial astonishment and panic, Harry's mind remained calm, quickly thinking about the various possibilities behind this incident.Who would have done it, why, and what should he do?There are countless threads, countless solutions, and countless endings behind every possibility, and before he makes a judgment, he'd better wait and see.

"Karkaroff, I think you must also take some responsibility, after all, this is in your territory..."

"You think I'm going to want Hogwarts to have two warriors?" Karkaroff raised his voice, filled with righteous indignation.

"Of course I didn't mean that, but you have to admit that this was indeed your negligence." Madam Maxim pointed out sharply.

"Anyway, Harry Potter's name was sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire, so he has to play," said one of the referees, a freckled man with a sparse beard stuck to his chin, "There is an ancient contract magic on the Goblet of Fire, which is irreversible, as you all know."

Contract magic?Harry's heart skipped a beat.He and Riddle also have a contract spell, and that one seems much harder to understand than the one on the Goblet of Fire.

He didn't actually know how their contract magic would work, like the "I'll protect you"...what if he couldn't protect him?Will it be punished?And that "I won't leave you alone", he seems to have been separated from him for three months, and there is no response... So how is this boundary defined?

"But he's too young, isn't there an age limit?" Fu Rong, one of the three warriors standing aside, raised her slender eyebrows and protested dissatisfied.Both she and Jetis stood aside coldly, staring at him with scrutiny.Cedric stared at the tip of his nose in bewilderment, his feet swaying unconsciously.

"The age restriction was only implemented this year. There was no such regulation before. But how can we say that now that the warriors have been assembled, we can start training." Another female referee said.

"Oh yes, training...!"

When Harry walked out of the Great Hall, he hadn't expected so many people waiting outside.He had waited for the other three warriors to leave before slowly walking out of the room. At that time, the auditorium was empty, the dining table was cleared away, and the empty wind blew through the open door. stone statue.

He walked out across the threshold, and was greeted by Angelina and Aki, and another Gryffindor girl:

"Harry, you didn't even tell us you were there!"

"How did you pass the age line?"

"Amazing!"

"I didn't—" His defense was immediately overwhelmed by their self-righteous inferences, no one really cared what he was thinking, whether he wanted to escape and rest, whether he was really willing to accept it as they thought.

Harry had taken some pains to get rid of them, and he didn't blame them - he couldn't blame them for being ignorant.Harry wanted to be alone to think about it.He'd known since the battle in the Forbidden Forest that danger was looming much sooner than he'd imagined.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded behind him, Harry paused, and turned his head inadvertently.A girl came up to him, her face a deep lilac in the dim light, with a certain melancholy.

"Hermione." He breathed a sigh of relief.Hermione responded without saying a word.They walked all the way in silence, until Harry was about to enter the boys' dormitory, she asked with some hesitation:

"Harry, do you remember what we're here for?"

"Of course I do. You mean—"

"It's clearly not a random event, Harry. It's not easy to fool an ancient magical device. Someone is trying to trick you, I think."

The countless threads circling in my mind were stripped one by one, leaving only one path in the end.The distance is still a fog, but he is not lost.

☆, the most feared thing

Harry found that he had more pressing situations to deal with than thinking about how to pass the first level.

"Harry, what did they train you for?"

"It can be regarded as saying nothing. They told us that the first level is a test of courage, so they will not tell us the specific content of the project."

He walked out of the library with Hermione and headed towards the cafeteria.Several Durmstrang students walked up to them. They were talking about something. One of them raised his head and saw Harry and Hermione. His expression changed instantly, and he tugged on the sleeve of the person next to him.When the others saw them, they also showed contempt and disgust, and pointed.

"Oh, Harry, I don't think they're respectful at all." Hermione frowned.

"Forget it, I can understand... If there are two warriors in another school, I will not be happy." Moreover, he is far from old enough to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. In their opinion, he must have used some kind of conspiracy Trick was chosen.

In fact, it's easy to just be discussed.Harry had almost tripped when he went to the library, and the Durmstrang students next to him burst out laughing.And the culprit gave him a middle finger and then ran away.

"Harry, I always feel that they will attack you secretly, you should pay attention to safety during this time."

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated..." Harry felt that Hermione was a little nervous.

"By the way, have you read the morning newspaper? Several Death Eaters have escaped from prison, including the Lestrange couple! They killed many Aurors back then, and even killed Neville's parents... ..." she said, her voice lowered, because several Durmstrang students were listening to their conversation, "I don't know how the dementor is guarded...but does this mean that he is recovering his strength? ?”

Harry shook his head, feeling more uneasy.The prison break happened in the UK, which is still some distance away, but he just felt that there was some connection between these few things.

They separated after eating Chinese food, and Hermione said that she would attend Durmstrang's class: "I want to know how their teaching methods are different from ours, and Draco also recommended some interesting lessons to me. courses..."

Harry was walking back to his dorm alone.Cedric and the Slytherins were much friendlier than the Durmstrangs, though they had to endure the suspicions of Cedric and Slytherin in their dorms.

He was thinking about things while walking, and when he looked up, he saw a few figures approaching from the reflection of the window - a boy was rushing towards him with a wand, while the other two looked like they were going to attack from behind his look.

Harry immediately ran forward, drawing his wand as he ran, and firing it backwards without aiming: "There are many obstacles!"

He heard a muffled sound, as if a boy had fallen.Harry turned the corner and was about to run downstairs, when the sound of "Quick and imprisoned" came from behind him!The handrails and walls on both sides of the stairs twisted and merged together, cutting off the way down.

Harry never knew that the Imprisonment Curse could work like this, so he had no choice but to run upstairs.After running upstairs, he waited at the corner. When a boy rushed out, he kicked him violently, causing him to fall to the ground before he could stop.Harry ducked to avoid the other boy's spell, and he turned sideways behind him, pointed his wand at him: "Stunning!"

The boy's tall body fell down with a bang, and the boy who was kicked by Harry just now stood up again, and he rushed towards Harry.Harry straddled the boy on the ground and ran forward. He tried to gain some distance, but the boy was walking fast, chasing after him, and kept casting spells.Beams of spell beams streaked across the top of Harry's head and the corners of his clothes, and hit the walls and glass windows hard, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

Seeing that he was about to run into a dead end, Harry gritted his teeth, knocked open the door of the classroom next to him and slipped in.The classroom is very spacious, and the seats are raised around the podium in a semicircular interview manner.

Harry hid in the belly of the table at the front, clutching his wand tightly.He waited patiently for the boy's intrusion, and he had already thought of various countermeasures in his mind.

Harry panted slightly, slowing his breathing.He was a little surprised why the boy hadn't come in yet, obviously he was not far from him just now...

He shivered, feeling that the temperature around him seemed to drop, and he hugged his arms tightly.A thick layer of white mist floated in front of my eyes, like the morning in the mountains.The cold air wrapped around his heart, stripping away all happiness, leaving only despair.

Harry's eyes widened, and suddenly he saw a familiar forest, with gnarled branches pointing skyward...it was the Forbidden Forest.The ensuing scene was like thunder and lightning hitting his soul directly, and he was in pain.

The translucent handsome boy was torn apart, disappearing like bubbles in the sun.He heard the softness of the wind blowing the leaves, and he turned his head slightly, silently speaking a sad condolence with his mouth.

Bye now.

No--!The inner crying was piercing, as helpless as an abandoned child.His world was collapsing, ruins fell from the sky, countless sharp knives pierced his broken body, and his mind and soul were torn apart.

Harry pushed the table back violently, letting it topple over with a loud thud.He stood up slowly, his fingers gripping his wand trembling violently.Surrounded by the shadowy Forbidden Forest, he raised his arms, but the smiling side face of the boy in the sunset appeared in his mind.

"Call God Guard!"

A hand seemed to protrude from the void to move the time pointer forward, and the broken boy was reassembled.He landed on the ground, swung his right hand forward, and all illusions were shattered.Harry saw a group of black figures surrounding him, wearing black cloaks, rustling as they moved, their hideous mouths opening and closing with a horrible sound of swallowing the air.

The boy stepped forward and pulled out his wand from his pocket, a crystal white light flashed where the wand touched.All the dementors retreated one after another as if facing a formidable enemy, and escaped through the gate and window.

Harry watched blankly as the boy turned and walked towards him step by step.He is just a white shadow, shining with holy light, like a god from a dream.

Harry could see the gleam in his white eyes, the full moon.He stopped in front of him, and stretched out his white fingers to touch the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.His brain was instantly energized, shaking and clear, he hugged him hard, and the sudden warmth poured into his whole body.The boy smiled brightly and disappeared into thin air.

Harry stood there in a daze for a long time, tightening his fingers one by one.He took a long breath, pulled up the overturned table and put it back, strode out of the classroom.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, he saw a black-haired man sternly driving away the dementors that were still hovering around the door of the classroom. He summoned the Patronus—it seemed to be a large four-legged beast—to drive them to another place. In a dark room.

Harry glanced at him curiously.The man turned around and saw Harry, and hurried forward, with a worried expression on his face: "Student, are you okay? I really don't know how these dementors entered the school, and even attacked innocent students, I have to hurry up Go report to the principal..."

He was wearing a straight dark blue silk robe, his eyebrows were handsome and elegant, and he looked anxious and anxious.

"Then you go, I'm fine." Harry said understandingly.He felt that this person was somewhat familiar, but he must have never seen him before.

"Really?" The man was still a little worried, he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him, and patted him on the shoulder, "If you have any problems, you must come to me, my office is on the fourth floor of the office building Innermost."

"Wait, are you...?" Harry asked.

The man was surprised: "You don't know me?"

"Uh, I'm a student at Hogwarts."

"Oh, that's it." The man smiled, showing a row of white teeth, "I am Durmstrang's black magic teacher, you can call me Professor Black."

"Okay, Professor Black, thank you... Huh, Black...?" Harry paused.

"What's wrong?" Professor Black looked at him strangely.

"Professor Black, do you know Sirius Black?" Harry finally understood why he thought this man looked familiar, because his eyes and nose were very similar to Sirius's, with a hint of unruly heroism and deepness, but his lips It's very thin, which makes him look arrogant and extravagant.

"Of course I know him, he is my brother." Professor Black blinked, "Do you know him?"

"He's my godfather," Harry replied, surprised and delighted, "he hasn't even told me about you—"

"Ah, that's natural." Professor Black rubbed his nose, his tone a little wistful, "He ran away from home, and I've been missing for a long time too. My brother probably doesn't know that I'm here to teach."

"Then...can I write to him?"

"of course can."

☆、He's lying

The bedroom was empty.The curtains are drawn, and the sharp shadows of the coniferous forest flow into the window frame and cast on the damp ground.The wind blows the branches, and the walls are swaying with mottled patterns, like a grand shuttle, and the scenery on both sides retreats quickly.

Harry sat in the dormitory and wrote the letter to Sirius, replaying the scene just now in his heart.

Dementors in the school, which would have been weird.At that time, there were dementors guarding Hogwarts because they wanted to capture Sirius, so why did they appear in Durmstrang now?Harry remembered what Hermione had said to him, was it to catch those fugitives?

Thinking of those dementors, his heart moved, and he drew his wand and cast a Patronus charm.A silver-white boy appeared beside him, sitting on the table.He looked at him quietly, like a shadow.

Harry looked at him, reached out his hand to twist the hair on his forehead, and stroked it gently.

"What do you think about this?" he asked softly.

The boy just stared down at him without answering.Harry laughed and shrugged: "Forget it, I don't think you should know."

The boy looked at him curiously, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.Harry leaned back in horror, eyes widening.He touched the place he touched. Unlike Riddle, his touch was slightly ironed, like sunlight shining into his heart.

The boy jumped down, sat directly on top of him, and hugged him tightly.The pervasive warmth seeped into his body bit by bit, wrapping him delicately and patiently.Harry felt as if he were immersed in his mother's dark womb, gently scooped up by the tender amniotic fluid.A never-before-seen stability rose from his heart, and he gently closed his eyes.

From that moment he understood that no matter what kind of person Riddle was, whether he was cold-blooded and cruel, or gentle and careful, he was extremely afraid of losing him.

Like something bound them together, and whoever lost the other would suffer, and Harry knew it wasn't the power of the contract, but something deep inside him.

It is not the contract that makes them inseparable, but the inseparability that makes them make vows to each other.

He should have known.

The silver-white figure gradually disappeared, turning into a cloud of silver mist and retracting it into the wand.Harry sat in the chair for a long time without saying a word.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The door was knocked suddenly, not in a hurry, but with a deep sense of rhythm.Harry stood up and opened the door, where Draco was standing.He looked like he was jogging, and he was slightly out of breath.

"Running seems very inconsistent with your aristocratic temperament." Harry sideways let him in, teasing.

"That's because your understanding of aristocratic temperament is too superficial. Noble temperament is not such a superficial thing." Draco snorted coldly, and sat down on the bed, "I'm here to give you information."

"What information to send?" Harry suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Is it about dementors?"

"what?"

Harry described to him what happened to him just now, which surprised Draco: "The dementors appear here?...Could it be those boys who lured them here?"

"Probably not...? Are those boys so capable?"

"But this matter is indeed very strange. But speaking of Harry's situation in Durmstrang, I heard that many people are dissatisfied with you." Draco frowned.

"You can't blame me. By the way, can you ask Professor Black about the situation?" Harry suggested.

"I think it's okay." Draco nodded, "But I didn't come here today to talk about it. I want to tell you that the first event of the Triwizard Tournament is the battle of wits and fire dragons."

"...Are you kidding me?" Harry was taking a glass of water to drink, when he heard this, his hand shook, and the water spilled on the ground.

"No. The fire dragon is the kind of creature tens of meters long that can breathe fire and fly..."

"Stop it, of course I know what a fire dragon is. The key is how does he want us to deal with the fire dragon? It's not about defeating it, is it?"

"I don't know about that." Draco shrugged, with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes, "The first match will start in a few days, you should make more preparations."

Draco was about to leave as he said that, Harry stopped him swiftly, and reached out to him: "I said Draco, should you give it back to me?"

Draco was taken aback, heaved a sigh of relief, took out a locket from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Merlin, you finally said it. If you don't say it yet, I don't know if I will take it with you How long is it..."

The locket is still warm, and it has a golden-brown chocolate-like metallic luster in the afternoon sun.Harry tightened his fingers one by one, holding it firmly in his palm, with the strength of bone and blood.

Draco read something in his eyes, and quickly took his leave and left.

Harry sat on the bed for a while, turning the locket over and over several times.He stuffed it into his pocket, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Harry remembered the location of the office that Professor Black had told him, and aside from the time it took to find the building, he hadn't had any trouble.Standing in front of the door with the sign "Reculus Black, Professor of the Dark Arts", he knocked lightly three times.

"Come in." A deep voice sounded from inside.

Harry pushed the door open and entered.The office was very bright, and it wasn't filled with all kinds of weird dark magic props like Harry imagined - such as the ones he saw in Knockturn Alley.There is only one Impressionist mural on the wall, and the desk is set away from the window.Professor Black was reading a book when he raised his head and put the book aside.

"I knew you would come, Harry Potter." He smiled, it was obviously an ordinary warm smile, but it seemed to have a profound meaning.Harry sat down in the chair in front of him, thinking about the implications of his words.

"Yes professor, I want to know what happened to the dementor that attacked me earlier?"

"Oh, you should know. I went to the headmaster after that, and the headmaster said that dementors might be used in later competitions—" Professor Black was interrupted by Harry.

"There will be dementors in the game?" Harry felt unreasonable. "This is crazy. Doesn't Principal Karkaroff know how dangerous dementors are?"

"I think he must know. In any case, even if he is crazy, the other two principals can't be crazy with him. Principal Dumbledore will never agree to include dementors in the competition." Professor Black shrugged and flashed a mocking smile that made him look terribly sinister.Harry always felt that there seemed to be some differences between him and when they first met, but he couldn't tell.

"Yeah, Professor Dumbledore will definitely not agree..."

"So I think he's lying."

Harry was taken aback, not knowing what to say.The younger brother of Sirius obviously didn't take authority seriously, and no matter how earth-shattering his words were, he just continued on his own: "The reason why the principal lied must be because he wanted to cover up something. As for him What to cover up...Harry, we need to use our imagination at this time. Think about it, why did the dementors appear in that place, and why didn't those boys enter the classroom? Think about it..."

Why?Could it be that this is not a coincidence... Of course it is not a coincidence, someone wants to plot against him, no matter what the cost.The context gradually became clear, and Harry suddenly understood: "You mean, those two boys were sent by the principal on purpose to lead me into the room where there were dementors?"

Professor Black smiled, still with that sinister smile: "You deduced this yourself, I never said that."

Harry nodded with an expression of "I understand", but he felt a little admiration for Professor Black in his heart.Not to mention anything else, it is not something ordinary people can do if they dare to doubt their principal like this.

Harry stood up and thanked him. Professor Black waved his hand and didn't care. He seemed to be reading his book again.Harry walked out of the office and closed the door behind him.

"He's lying." As soon as he walked down the first floor, a voice sounded in his mind.Harry's fingers trembled, and he quickly returned to normal.

☆, tolerance

Harry's fingers trembled, and he quickly returned to normal.

"Which content is false?" he asked.

"It's hard to say, what he said is true and false, it's hard to tell." Harry could feel Riddle frowning, this experience was very strange, "This man is a master."

"It turns out that Professor Black is so powerful that you can even call him a master..." Harry's admiration for Brother Black rose again in his heart... There seemed to be something wrong.

"Hey, what are you thinking? I mean to let you guard against him, not to worship him! Of course he is much worse than me, okay?" The voice in his head immediately became a little annoyed, and Harry But he felt extremely happy, and there was also an indescribable excitement. He rushed down the stairs while holding on to the handrail, trying to suppress his sudden ecstasy, but it was counterproductive.

He ran all the way back to the dormitory, locked the door behind him, and the only sound in the quiet air was his intermittent breathing.Harry calmed down a bit.

The light flickered in front of his eyes, and the black boy had already appeared in front of him.He took a step forward, one hand resting on the wall beside his shoulder.

"Let's have a good talk, Harry." His eyes were deep, with silver light wheels turning like lonely train tracks.

"Talk about... talk about what?" Harry's voice trembled.

"Three months' bill." Riddle's other hand held his wrist, stroking up and down his thin arm.

For some reason, Harry felt that this small movement was more swaying than a kiss.He was a little embarrassed, and moved to break free, but was immediately grabbed.

"Since you got the locket back from Draco, you should have figured it out, right?" Riddle's fingers gently scratched his lower lip, ambiguous and suggestive.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.Does it mean that I don't care what you are like, or that I want to be with you more?

It doesn't seem right.

Of course he cared about who he was, and he knew it very well.They are completely different, very different, but they are attracted to each other by accident.Whether it started with mistakes and deceit, whether he changed or not, that's what he likes about him, never changed.

"Well... let me put it this way, Harry. Some things have been seared into my mind, and it's hard to get rid of. I won't throw them away because of a love. It's not that I don't want to, but it's true. It's hard to do. But what I can promise you is that I will not kill innocent people or promote ideas that you hate... I can't become like you, but I will respect your ideas , please bear with me a little bit, can you?" He tightened his hand and looked into his eyes