Soul shaping

Almost begging.That was something Harry had never imagined, never had he imagined that one day Riddle would be begging others, he was so arrogant and powerful, it seemed that he was only worthy of calling the shots.

But he bowed his head for himself.

"Okay, of course... I'm sorry, Riddle, I'm too self-willed, I shouldn't..." His nose and eye sockets were flushed, and his vocal cords seemed to be stuck, unable to speak a complete sentence.

"Oh, then what are you going to use to apologize?" Riddle blinked and hugged him suddenly, "We haven't settled the three-month bill yet."

"You... what do you want to do again! Let me tell you, last time you were in the woods..."

"Don't you think it's fun?"

"Have fun, you big-headed ghost! It's too much, you don't respect other people's wishes at all..."

Riddle took off his clothes while kissing, picked Harry up and walked towards the bed, and snorted, "If you listen to this...then when will I eat you?"

"You, don't... I have more important things to say... Ugh!"

"Go ahead, I'll listen."

"...Tom Riddle, get out of here!"

"Harry Potter, you're screwed."

Early the next morning, when Harry heard the long-lost voice waking him up, he couldn't help but feel extremely happy, as if he was wrapped in warmth. He just wanted to make this moment last longer.

Riddle actually didn't linger for a long time yesterday, because Cedric and the others came back soon, which made Harry heave a sigh of relief.

"You should get up, Harry."

"..." Harry deliberately didn't answer him.

"Well, I don't think I can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep." He heard Riddle say something like this, and then he leaned on his side, and he straddled him.

Harry opened his eyes instantly, and met the other's dark eyes.The clear danger and desire made him swallow a mouthful of saliva, and he pushed hard on his shoulder: "Hey, this is not fun at all."

"I can't imagine how you usually get out of bed." His body remained motionless.

"Heh...Of course I can get up by myself."

"Then why is it so difficult for me to call you?"

Harry shrugged and changed the subject with a laugh.Of course he wouldn't tell him that it was because Riddle would wake him up that he dared to stay in bed recklessly.

Harry pushed himself up to get up, but he pushed him down.

"Help me with it." He tugged at his hand, but Harry couldn't pull it back.

"It's early morning...! Can't you handle it yourself?"

"I only let you use my hands because it was so early in the morning, otherwise I would have fucked you directly." Riddle pulled him over impatiently, Harry had no choice but to obey his wishes, his movements were very jerky, A blush rose to the base of her neck.

Riddle lowered his head and glanced at the skin under the boy's slipped crew-neck shirt. There was a patch of mottled bruises, all of which were his handiwork—he deliberately didn't use magic to remove them.

"Hiss!" Harry suddenly felt a bite on his collarbone, and gasped in pain, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, you continue."

"..."

After the two of them got up slowly, the other two boys in the dormitory had already left.What Harry couldn't stand was that even when he was brushing his teeth and washing his hands, Riddle would stand behind him and lick his hands from time to time...

"Hey, aren't you afraid that others will recognize you?" Harry was a little uncomfortable sitting in the bright dining room, while Riddle, who was opposite him, was staring at him quite comfortably.

"Who would recognize it?" Riddle shrugged.Harry noticed that more and more people were looking at them—not the blatantly malicious gaze before, but a tentative gaze mixed with curiosity and amazement.From time to time, girls walked past them pretending not to care, and even a senior girl came over with a plate and asked if they could share a table.

Harry frowned. Of course he didn't want outsiders to disturb him and Riddle, but he couldn't find any good reason to refuse.

"Sorry." Before Harry could speak, Riddle said, "We don't like being disturbed by strangers."

The girl left awkwardly but politely.Harry felt a little conflicted again in his heart. Although he was very happy that Riddle rejected her, he also felt that what he said was a bit ruthless.

"I thought I was putting it mildly." Riddle glanced at Harry, reading his inner thoughts.

"Where is the euphemism?"

"I originally wanted to talk about me and my lover." Riddle said calmly.

It took Harry a moment to realize what he meant by 'tactful', and he shot him a nasty look.

"I don't know why you can still be so leisurely. The first game will start the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Ah!" Harry was startled, and almost stood up, he almost forgot about this matter, "Merlin, I almost forgot... How should I deal with a fire dragon?"

"So I haven't killed a dragon yet..." Riddle thought about this question seriously.

"Where did you think, Hermione said that the game can't let us kill people."

"Oh... Then let's think about it from another angle. The weakness of the fire dragon is its eyes. You can use the Eye Curse..."

☆, before the game

"I don't think this is any different from what you said just now." Harry rolled his eyes, stood up and put the dinner plate into the dining car.

"The main reason is that you know too few spells, and you can't cast them at all. The Eye Curse is a relatively simple one."

"You can teach me." Harry turned his head, his slightly widened smile was like a ray of light illuminating his world.

Riddle was slightly dazed.He stepped forward, took his shoulders and kissed him on the forehead.

"There are people around here!" Harry blushed and gave him a push.

"Then let's go back to the dormitory and think about how to pass the first level..." He whispered in his ear.

"I...I don't want to talk to you anymore."

In the end, of course, Harry didn't go back to the dormitory, but went to the library with Hermione.Hermione also said that there was nothing she could do, she hadn't read much about dragons.

"Oh, Harry, it's mentioned in the book that dragons love treasure..."

"Well, good, I think Draco might be willing to vacate his family's vault in Gringotts to help me..." Harry yawned, and continued to read the book "The Book of Raising Dragons" in his hand a little sleepily. "Cheats", it mentioned that taming a giant dragon requires patience and perseverance, as well as a senior doctor... Consciousness became more and more blurred, he tilted his head, and fell asleep on the table.

"Harry, Harry!

"Harry, wake up!"

Harry opened his eyes in a daze, and was about to reply, "Will you wake me up for a nap?" when he saw the man sitting in front of him.With his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands, he looked at him with a half-smile.The strong sunlight passed through his eyelashes, casting golden-brown butterfly shadows on his face, making him slightly hot.

"Professor Black...? Why are you here?" Harry asked blankly.

"I came here to borrow a few books, and I happened to see you sleeping." Professor Black seemed a little amused, "Are you preparing for the Triwizard Tournament recently?"

"Ah, yes..." Harry scratched his hair.

"Are you looking for information by yourself? I thought you were going to ask Professor Dumbledore for help."

"Uh...why? Don't you have to figure out a way for this kind of thing?"

"Both Beauxbatons and the warriors in our school have been helped by their respective principals... I thought at first that Professor Dumbledore would give you some pointers." Professor Black said seemingly unintentionally.

Ah, it was this tone of contempt for authority again, saying what he wanted to say without hesitation, as if he was not afraid of anything.It's really enviable.

"Professor Dumbledore won't help me. He prefers to let us find out by ourselves." Harry shook his head, he suddenly understood what Professor Black meant, but why...?

"Then have you found the answer yourself?" He blinked, and tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers.

"Not yet...I think maybe I have to rely on my improvisation."

"You didn't feel confident when you said that, right?" Professor Black smiled, not mocking, but a kind of teasing, "In the face of dangerous things, if you don't maintain confidence and sobriety, you will easily fall into panic. Haha Li, you'd better think carefully about what can bring you confidence. No problem is unsolvable, and you will definitely find a solution that suits you."

confidence?Yes, that's something he's lacking right now.He can't help but put himself in the position of the weak, and it doesn't matter if he thinks he can't do it.

"I think... I'm good at Quidditch. But you can't bring brooms in the field."

"You can use other methods, the methods allowed by the game to summon it." Professor Black coaxed, very patiently, which gave Harry the illusion that he didn't come here to find a book.He came to him to give him a class, a class that had nothing to do with his job, and he just had to accept it.

Someone snorted coldly in his heart, as if laughing at his delusional thoughts.

"I can use the Flying Charm, can't I, Professor?" he said softly.

Professor Black restrained his smile, and stopped tapping his fingers on the table.He looked at him lightly, and nodded slightly: "Very smart, Harry... You see, you can have your own way, can't you?"

He stood up, ruffled his hair, turned and left.Harry sat where he was, thinking carefully about what he had said.He always felt that Professor Black seemed to mean something, but he couldn't tell why.

But no matter what, tomorrow's game finally had a good solution, which made Harry's heart drop and he settled down a lot.

"Don't do what he told you, Harry," Riddle said suddenly in his mind.

Harry frowned, dissatisfied.He felt that Riddle really took care of too much, and many of them were unreasonable.But this time, he didn't intend to listen to him.

"I said, Riddle. I don't think you have a better way, the game is tomorrow—" He tried to reason with him, but he cut him off.

"Of course I have."

"What way?" Harry thought to himself why didn't you say it before?

"Let me play for you."

"Do you still think you are not public enough, Riddle?" Harry rolled his eyes, and he knew it was such an unreliable suggestion again.

"I said possessed, not me, Harry."

"I refuse, who knows what strange things you will do." Harry still refused to agree.It's not that he hasn't thought about this method, but it's a method when there is no other way.He would still like to figure things out on his own if he can.

"You don't believe me?" Riddle's voice became extremely dangerous.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but I want to finish the game myself."

"But you know that someone has been trying to plot against you, from your name appearing in the Goblet of Fire, those weird dementors, and the Triwizard Tournament that seems very dangerous now... I think the only way to keep you from harm That's the best policy."

Harry finally understood what Riddle was thinking.After all, he still protects himself like a child, fearing that he will die young, and nervously helps him avoid danger.

But he didn't want to be a caged bird all the time, under Riddle's umbrella.What he'd always wanted to do—perhaps too fancifully—was to protect him.

"Riddle, you can remind me if there is danger? You don't have to worry so much at all."

"...Then you will wear the locket to the competition tomorrow." Riddle finally gave in.

"As long as you don't suddenly possess yourself, it doesn't matter if I wear it."

The day of the first Triwizard Tournament is fast approaching.The competition venue was a square at the foot of the mountain, and many small stools were temporarily created around it for students to sit while watching.

But even so, there were still many students who couldn't get a seat at all, and the admission tickets were quickly sold out.Various underground exchanges soon appeared to sell black tickets. An admission ticket was sold from ten silver Sickles to thirty gold Galleons, and the price continued to rise.

Kyle sat on a row of red sofas against the wall in the underground casino, yawned with his hands wide open.Not far from him, Prometheus was looking at those witches and wizards who were bargaining with a smile, and his slender fingers kept tapping the wand in his hand.

Kyle couldn't understand why someone was willing to pay such a high price to buy an admission ticket with a bad position.Of course, maybe it's just because he can get a ticket for free.

"Thirty Gold Galleons, no more." A boy cried sadly, "I bought two, so can't I get a discount?"

"I said forty Galleons, and I can't change it. Even if you don't buy it, there are plenty of people who want to buy it." The members of the "Dark Bone" organization did not let go.

In the end, the boy still bought two tickets at the price of forty gold Galleons with a heartbroken face, and secretly vowed in his heart that he would never come to this ghost place again.

Hmph, damn it!If Martha hadn't said that she really wanted to see it, I wouldn't have bought a black ticket!

"Merlin, that boy doesn't look very rich, eighty Galleons is enough for him for several months?" Kyle gasped, becoming more and more confused.

"Kyle, if Odile says she wants to go to the game, but she doesn't have a ticket, will you buy one for her?" Prometheus turned his head and asked him with a smile.

"Of course I'll buy it! I'll buy as many Galleons as I want!" Kyle replied without thinking.

"Then if Odile is going to participate in the competition, will you buy yourself a ticket?" Prometheus asked again.

"Of course I will buy it!" Kyle finally understood the meaning of the leader, showing a flattering expression, "I understand, leader, you are making money from couples and fans, you are so smart."

"That's smart?" Prometheus snorted and looked at him speechlessly, "I wanted to bid at first, but after thinking about it, I should give them a way out. After all, I still have to make money from them in the future." , you can’t offend too much at once.”

Kyle wiped off the sweat in his heart, and he was determined not to mess with the leader if he messed with anyone.However, he has always had a question in his heart, why the leader never took action against the "Silver Snake"...? "Silver Snake" was established much later than "Dark Bone", and has been pulling talent away from them.Back then they wanted to poach Brother Jetis, but fortunately Brother Jetis was unswerving, so they didn't lose a general.

☆, threat

"Hey, the game is about to start soon, that kid probably won't come. That's right, 'Silver Snake' will definitely prepare a ticket for him, after all, he is now considered an insider." Prometheus Sighing regretfully, he jumped off the chair.He still looks adorable in his Halloween hoodie with pumpkins painted on it.

"Boss, what you said is..."

"Malfoy, the young master who donated three thousand Galleons to us last time to let us travel to Dubai. I thought he would come, and he planned to make a good fortune..."

Draco, who had just entered the square, sneezed and rubbed his nose.

Hermione and the other Hogwarts students sat in the middle with a better view, nervously and excitedly waiting for the game to start.She didn't know if Harry was ready, and now she could only choose to trust him.

Anyway, it should be fine with Riddle around, right?

Sitting down next to her alone, Hermione turned and was surprised to see it was Draco.

"Is this place yours?" Hermione asked.

"Well, Polyasser helped me get one." Draco explained calmly, without mentioning the countless twists and turns, such as how he found out about Hermione's seat, and how he entrusted the organization of other Someone secretly went to the black market to buy a ticket...

"I'll ask any boy to help you buy it, Draco. All the black markets are run by 'dark bones', and they will definitely raise the price when they see you." At that time, Polyasser threw the keychain Said.

"Can't you just ask the boss to get us a copy?" Margaret has always been very contemptuous of the "secret bone" profiteers.

"Boss? Who knows where he is, and do you dare to find him?" Polyaser shrugged, "Forget it, anyway, it's just dozens of Galleons, just reimburse them."

"No reimbursement, I'll pay for it myself." Draco said hastily.Just kidding, it's too embarrassing to organize reimbursement for buying a ticket to pick up girls.

"Hey, Draco, why are you being polite to us?" Margaret put on a look of not caring about the little money at this time, and patted him on the shoulder carelessly, "As long as you invite us to go to England in the future Just travel."

"It's fine." Draco agreed.

Hermione nodded, thinking about what to say.The conversation between them seems to be centered around the Triwizard Tournament, Dementors, and Harry lately, which is indeed what binds them together.

But she doesn't want to talk about it now.They should talk about something else...something more closely related to themselves instead of always talking about other people.

Yes, that's it.Although they wrote letters for a long time, they seldom had a good face-to-face conversation.Even if they go to class together, they are more willing to pay attention to the class, and after class - after class, they will go their separate ways, Draco will go to organization activities, and Hermione will go to the library.They're both so busy they don't seem to have time to stop for each other.

"Hermione, I..." Draco was about to say something, but was interrupted by a low voice.A tall boy stood before them, casting a shadow.They look up.

"Krum?" The two said in unison in surprise.

Krum's eyes fell on Hermione only.His skin was already dark, but now against the light, his expression was melancholy, making him look even more gloomy.

"Hermione, can I speak to you alone?"

"Uh..." Hermione glanced at Draco, "Of course, but what are you going to talk about?"

"Some important things, it's not convenient to talk about them here." Krum noticed Hermione's small movements, "Let's go out first."

Hermione hesitated, but stood up anyway.To her surprise, Draco also stood up.

"I'll go with you too." He looked straight at Krum, showing no sign of weakness.Krum narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was not angry, and nodded unexpectedly:

"Alright, Draco, you can come too."

He turned and led them out, walking quickly.Some people around recognized him and greeted him one after another.Hermione and Draco looked at each other, seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

"Who is Krum...?"

"I don't know either." Draco shook his head.

There are large olive trees planted around the square, with dense branches and leaves, and the waxy leaves of different shades reflect silvery white light in the clear sunlight.There are blackbirds jumping and staying on the silver gray branches, making one or two thin and sharp calls from time to time.

The noise and the beating of drums on the field gradually faded away, and the host's sonorous "The first warrior is invited to enter" also became ethereal.They walked into another vibrant world, but the melancholy on the eyebrows of the leader made it impossible to relax.

Krum stopped and turned around.He cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "Actually, I hesitated for a long time whether I should tell you this, because it is really unbelievable. But since you are all good friends of Harry, I think you should be able to help Get me..."

"What the hell is this...?" Hermione asked.

"Well, the 'Silver Snake' organization is actually a gang of Death Eaters. You should know what a Death Eater is, right?"

"We know, you continue." Hermione and Draco looked at each other.Although they had known this for a long time, it was still shocking for him to say it directly.

"They have a lot of followers here, and many people don't know the nature of that person, they are just confused by some beautiful words... I don't want to join at all, but they think I am an international star, and I am more appealing power, so they forced me to join.”

"what?"

"Who are the people who forced you?" Hermione pressed.

"It's some seniors in the organization, and they've all graduated now." Krum frowned his dark and thick eyebrows, "I haven't met the boss, nor the people behind him. Maybe Margaret and Polyasser has seen it."

"Why have they seen it, but you haven't seen it...? I thought you were higher than them." Draco was very confused.

"On the surface, it is like this, but they don't trust me, so they threaten me. Both Polyasser and Margaret joined voluntarily. Speaking of Polyasser, he is what they used to blackmail me chips." Krum paused, showing a very painful expression.

"What's going on here? What's wrong with Polyather?" Hermione recalled the tall, thin boy who always smiled indifferently, looking heartless.

Draco remembered something, and his face became ugly: "Hey, he couldn't be..."

"He wears a black ring on his left hand. They say it's You-Know-Who's Horcrux that controls his soul. They also say that if I don't obey their orders, I will do unimaginable things." Crewe Mu frowned, "I've always wanted to take that ring off his hand. But I didn't dare to act rashly. I didn't think this might be an opportunity until you came here... After all, Harry Potter It's the Boy Who Lived who can beat You-Know-Who, can't he?"

Hermione and Draco looked at each other again.

"Of course, I can understand if you don't want to help, because it's really too dangerous..." Krum coughed and said cautiously.

"No, we mean, of course we'll help," Hermione said aloud. "That's why Harry and I are here. But we need your help."

"Of course, if you need any help, you can come to me. Draco knows where I will be." Krum breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile finally appeared on his face, as if the dark clouds had been lifted from the gloomy sky.

"Then let's go back first, Harry is still playing." The two waved to him and walked towards the square together.They heard the cheers erupting from the square from a distance, and they couldn't help but quicken their pace.

"Do you think Krum is telling the truth or not?"

"It should be true." Draco frowned, "But we need to discuss this matter carefully."

When they returned to the square, the No.3 warrior Cedric had already finished his game.Only then did they know that the content of the game was to steal the golden egg from under the fire dragon, and Cedric conjured up a puppy to lure the fire dragon away, and then quietly approached the fire dragon to snatch the golden egg.Although he was very fast, the fire dragon reacted at the end and sprayed a beam of fire at him, scorching his robe.

"Next, we invite our fourth youngest warrior, Harry Potter from Hogwarts!"

Hermione held her breath and clenched her hands.The familiar figure stepped out and stood still in front of the huge monster entrenched on the ground.Facing the hilly Hungarian Horntail, Harry looked extremely small.

Can't see Harry's expression clearly from a distance, Hermione regretted why she didn't bring the panoramic binoculars to watch.She saw Harry raise his wand and say something aloud—

"What did he say?"

"Oh, Merlin, what flew over was—a broomstick!—a Firebolt! God, he could fly!"

"It is said that Harry Potter was at Hogwarts, the youngest Seeker on their house team in a century—"

"It's incredible—look, he's flying higher and higher—"

☆、Silver Dragon Cross

The rest of the Hogwarts students yelled excitedly, including Hermione, her face flushed.She thought it was wonderful that Harry had figured out a way to pass the competition—

"Do you like him, Hermione?" A voice broke in suddenly, shattering all the cheers.She didn't react right away.

Hermione turned her head sideways, and the boy's gray pupils were deep and silent, like the sharp and lingering violin music flowing in the background of time.

She realized that he hadn't said a word, discussed or cheered since just now.She didn't know how long he looked at it.

"I..." She was about to answer when the host's voice suddenly raised her voice and interrupted her.

"What happened? Merlin's socks, what's going on? What happened to this dragon?"

"Ah... what a thrill! It's coming here!"

The two hurriedly looked into the arena, only to see that the Hungarian Horntail that had gradually stood up following Harry's upward flight suddenly bit him brutally. It stood upright and pounced on Harry. It caused an exclamation in the arena.

"Never seen anything like this..."

"The Hungarian Horntail is indeed one of the most ferocious dragons, but it can't be so ferocious, right?"

Hermione covered her mouth, forcing herself not to scream.The Hungarian Horntail was irrationally trotting after Harry, on a rampage that seemed determined not to stop until it bit him off.Harry was hovering deftly above on his broom, and suddenly the Hungarian Horntail was flapping its wings and about to fly!The strong wind brought by the vibrating membrane wings almost knocked Harry out of the air. Harry manipulated the Firebolt to fly a little farther, and several principals sitting in the judges' seat had already stood up.

"My God, that fire dragon must be crazy!" Ai Qi looked terrified, "What should Harry do!"

"Don't lure him to the auditorium!"

Some teachers had rushed to evacuate the students who were watching the battle. They amplified their voices and tried their best to maintain order, while Hermione and Draco stood up and quietly walked around the crowd.

"Hey, Hermione! Where are you going!" Angelina saw the girl running away and was about to catch up, but was blocked by a group of retreating Durmstrang students.

They ran against the flow of people, and then simply jumped on the stools.The retreating students looked at them in surprise while panicking.Draco's pace was fast, and Hermione couldn't keep up, but she didn't want to make a sound to slow him down.

She slipped as she stepped onto the next chair and was about to fall, but Draco quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side.They didn't care to stop and continued to run down. Fortunately, the students in the lower row were basically gone, so they didn't have to jump up and down on the stools.

Hermione turned her head and looked into the arena. The Hungarian Horntail was roaring towards the sky, and flames were constantly spraying out from its open mouth. She didn't know if Harry was injured, and a group of wizards were rushing to the arena to try to subdue it with a freezing spell. .

"Harry, come down!" Professor Dumbledore yelled at him.

The boy glanced at him and shook his head slightly.He raised his wand, murmured something, and white light spewed out—

"What the hell is he doing, why doesn't he come down?" Draco stopped before he could finish his sentence, and stood there dumbfounded.Hermione almost stopped and bumped into him.

They raised their heads and looked at the gigantic miracle, their mouths from ear to ear in astonishment.

The glistening white mist condenses into a huge winding body in the air. Its body is tens of meters long, and its membranous wings are hundreds of meters long. It stands in the air like a huge silver-white cross.

It rushed towards the crazy Hungarian Horntail, and its membrane wings folded to completely envelop it. The Hungarian Horntail stopped in a daze for an instant, its cloudy eyes widened, its mouth opened, and its nostrils fluttered.Its blood-red eyes gradually returned to their normal golden color, and its tense body also relaxed, falling heavily to the ground.

The silver dragon dissipated out of thin air, returning to the boy's wand in a billowing, glowing mist.He landed slowly and stood on the ground.The wizards who came to subdue the fire dragon all stared at him in disbelief, their eyes were as hot as wanting to swallow him in.

"Why didn't you two go with them?" Harry seemed a little displeased when he saw Hermione and Draco standing not far away.

Hermione was about to say something, but Draco took a step forward and said respectfully, "Master."

Only then did Hermione realize that it was not Harry who was manipulating this body, but Riddle.

"What the hell happened to that dragon?" she asked.

"It's under a poisonous spell, probably a kind of black magic." Harry showed obvious displeasure, "I knew there was something wrong with this match, but Harry still didn't listen."

"Harry." A muffled voice came from behind them.The three turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore approaching with a golden egg.He looked serious, and his eyes were stern.

"Here's the golden egg for you. It contains hints about the next game." He handed him the golden egg, but Harry didn't reach for it.

"I thought I was eliminated on the first pass, Professor."

"Elimination? No, not at all. You have to participate in the Triwizard Tournament from the beginning to the end. There is only a difference in scores in the Triwizard Tournament, and there is no elimination." Professor Dumbledore shook his head, looking a little tired, "Riddle, if I If you read correctly, your patron saint has changed."

"Yeah...you're right." He glanced at the sky, the sun was gradually moving towards the west, and the sun was spreading out thick purple and red among the clouds, so beautiful, "Dragon snakes are originally a family."

"I'm very happy, Riddle. This is the happiest thing I've done today." The old man slowly showed a sincere smile, his still bright blue eyes sparkled, full of emotion and hope.

"Compared to this, the more urgent thing now is to find the mastermind behind it?" Harry curled his lips, a little dissatisfied, "If there are other spirits here, I should have been exposed."

"Of course, but we can't act rashly." Professor Dumbledore became serious again, and he forced the golden egg into Harry's hand, "I'm afraid he will do something drastic if he is pushed. You first Go back and rest, leave it to us to solve it here."

They bid farewell to the principal and left the square.Most of the students had returned to their dormitories, and the path seemed empty.

Harry glanced at Draco and Hermione, who were still holding hands, sweaty and disheveled, looking tired and embarrassed.But they had smiles on their faces.

Harry thought the scene was a bit harsh, but he had obviously forgotten how he usually showed his affection in front of others without any scruples.

"Why do you two look more tired than me?"

Draco thought of something, and quickly said: "Master, we got such news from Krum before..." He briefly summarized the cause and effect, Harry listened quietly, and after he finished speaking His eyes suddenly became blank.

Draco was stunned for a moment, and saw Riddle appear beside Harry, holding Harry's hand generously, the latter obviously hadn't reacted yet, and didn't resist.

"Well, I see. Then I'll leave this matter to you." Riddle said calmly, scratching the boy's palm with his thumb calmly.

"Leave it to us?" Draco thought he had heard wrong.

"Yes, I leave it to you. Draco, you are more familiar with Polyather, so it should be easier to start. Hermione, you help him. You can also find other helpers, as long as you don't reveal your identity. What, do it Can't you?" Riddle raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not!" Draco replied subconsciously, straightening his back.He glanced at Hermione, and the girl looked calm, as if she had made up her mind a long time ago.

Yes, what are you still wandering about.Now that you have chosen this path, you must go on without distractions.Worrying about the ending is pointless.

"That's good." Riddle nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at Harry who was still dazed, "Go back first, I still have something to explain to Harry."

Draco thought to himself, I just think we are in the way, and I just don't want to be a light bulb.

He and Hermione were walking on the path back to the dormitory, the gradually cooling wind seemed to wake him up,