Soul shaping

The white moonlight began to shine overhead.He felt as if he had walked through the battlefield, the sun was scorching his soul, and the pungent smell of blood calmed him down again.

They soon came to the fork in the male and female dormitories.Hermione let go of his hand and waved to him: "Then...see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The author has something to say: I just want to ask you about Lei Lidel's women's clothing, the noble and glamorous kind...I thought about it and it seems very touching...but if it's very thunderous, forget it

☆、mystery

the other side.Harry's memory was still on the eve of when the Hungarian Horntail went mad and Riddle took over his body.He looked at the boy beside him, who was looking at the golden egg in his hand boredly, as if trying to open it.

"Is this... the golden egg protected by the dragon?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Riddle nodded slightly, and gave up the plan to break it open with brute force.

"You got it?"

"Dumbledore gave it to me." Riddle threw the golden egg and caught it again. He suddenly approached him and whispered in his ear, "Let's go to the underground casino."

"Ah? Why?" Could it be that Riddle is also interested in gambling?Harry wondered.He found that he couldn't stop after opening this brain hole, and he was inexplicably curious...

Riddle read his inner thoughts, and the corners of his mouth turned up, thinking that this seems to be a good idea.

"Let's go." He kissed the corner of his lips and hugged his shoulder.

In fact, he just felt that the other people in the dormitory were too in the way.

The underground casino is brightly lit, with slender cylindrical lamps everywhere, looking from a distance like a bead curtain hanging from the sky.Every gaming table was crowded with onlookers, shouting excitedly, clapping their hands and clapping the table from time to time, the atmosphere was as enthusiastic as hell.

When Riddle and Harry walked in, not many people paid attention to them, only a tall boy in a black cloak was there to guide them.

The boy was a little surprised when he saw Harry, but he didn't ask much.He took them around the periphery of the casino and briefly introduced several popular games to them. Harry thought it sounded simple and interesting, while Riddle kept frowning and thinking.He thought for a while and asked, "I heard that you can challenge your leader, right?"

The boy was taken aback, and an almost invisible mocking smile flashed across his face.His tone was still flat, but his eyes were full of disdain: "Yes, but the leader only depends on his mood to fight."

"But if you want the highest round, the leader will definitely fight, right?"

"You want the highest level?" The boy was shocked, and at the same time, the contempt in his heart deepened.He still doesn't earn a lot of money working here, these rich people can spend their pocket money for a year in one night...

But no matter how unwilling he was, the boy went to report to the higher-ups.As soon as the boy left, Harry frowned and looked at Riddle: "Let me tell you first, I don't have three thousand Galleons."

"As it happens, neither do I." Riddle said lightly.

"Then are you going to be a hooligan?"

"...Why do you think I will definitely lose?" Riddle was a little annoyed.

"Have you ever played before?" Harry asked.

"No."

"Have never played before and want to beat Prometheus? I heard from Polyaser that his card skills are the best in Durmstrang..."

Riddle resisted the unhappiness in his heart, and knocked Harry's head hard: "I was there when Draco lost three thousand gold Galleons last time. My card skills are indeed very good. His skills are also top-notch.”

"You can tell he's cheating?" Harry was a little taken aback, "Then why don't you help Draco?"

"Joke, would I help others casually?" Riddle pouted, "If he begs me, I can think about it."

Harry knew that Riddle's evil factors had started to show up again, and just as he was about to refute a few words, the tall boy came back and bowed to them: "The chief is waiting for you in the lobby on the fourth floor."

The first floor of the underground casino is an ordinary casino, where most students gamble. The upper limit of chips in an ordinary casino is five hundred gold Galleons.The second and third floors are hotels for students to stay overnight. The price is very cheap and the sound insulation effect is also very good.Only a few people have been to the fourth floor. It is said that Prometheus, the owner of the underground casino, lives there. There is only one huge gaming table there for those who challenge him.

They walked up the stairs, and the wooden boards under their feet turned into black marble at some point. There were portraits hanging on both sides of the narrow passage, each of which had the same background and polite smiles, the only difference It may be the sharp edges and corners of those faces—but even the faces are full of similarities.

"This is a family portrait." Riddle concluded, "Prometheus probably came from an ancient family."

This was not surprising, rather it was completely expected by Harry.

They came to the end of the stairs, where there was a gate made of black iron, on which seemed to be carved an exquisite family crest, steel swords intertwined with soft vines, and a huge three-headed wolf in the middle.The boy knocked on the door, tightened his body, and looked serious.Such a solemn atmosphere made Harry dare not show his breath, and he grabbed Riddle's hand tightly.

The door opened inward, and an icy blue light flowed out.The hall did not turn on the lights, only a faint candle was lit, and a strange atmosphere spread in the air.

The boy made a gesture of please, and Riddle pulled Harry in.The hall was empty, except for a large gambling table. A small figure was already sitting beside the table, and the dark blue light cast a particle-like veil on his face.

Riddle sat down opposite the man, and Harry stood behind him.Prometheus raised his eyes, emerald green eyes flickering with lights, like cold emeralds reflecting the moonlight.

"You guys are here." The little boy propped his cheeks with one hand and blinked at them, "Are you here to give me money again?"

"You know we have no money." Riddle shrugged.

"Then you still dare to come?"

"Then you still dare to promise?"

The two stared at each other for a while, and Prometheus yawned unabashedly: "Tell me, what do you want to play? I can play all wizard chess and cards, you can choose whatever you want."

"International chess."

"Huh?" Prometheus exaggerated, "You are a wizard playing Muggle games?"

Harry's heart brightened after being surprised.Although he was surprised that Riddle knew about chess, he should not be interested in this kind of Muggle board game at all—but Gobstone in wizards seems to be quite similar to it, but if it is chess , Presumably Prometheus can't cheat, right?

"You won't?" Riddle's tone was provocative.

"Of course I will." Prometheus rolled his eyes, "But this doesn't match the information I got before. They clearly said that you hate Muggles..."

Riddle's gaze instantly became sharp and terrifying, but Prometheus took out his wand and pointed at it as if he didn't see it, and a huge chessboard appeared on the table.

"Since it's chess, you don't need a beautiful dealer girl." Prometheus blinked, "I like white better, so you can just use black for a while!"

Harry saw Riddle frowned.This is obviously not because he doesn't like black, but an unhappiness that the initiative is in the hands of others.

This desire to control is really strong to the extreme.thought Harry.He was soon fascinated by the chess game.Although playing chess, neither of them actually used their hands, but pointed their wands at the individual pieces to move them.

"Muggles follow the rule of 'leaving the hand without regret', that is, after a piece is gone, the hand has left the piece, and it cannot be changed. We stipulate that once the wand is used to move, the piece cannot be changed. "

"can."

Prometheus seems to like to use horses very much. He has used horses to kill three of Riddle's soldiers, but the latter still looks calm.

"I've always had a question, I wonder if you can answer it for me?" Riddle moved his bishop casually.

"Let's hear it." Prometheus also moved the car indifferently.

"Why does a very rich businessman never invest his money, but always spend it?"

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

"Because he has no ambition." Riddle manipulated one of the soldiers to avoid Prometheus' pursuit.

"Since he doesn't invest, how can he be rich?" Prometheus shook his head. "In my opinion, it's not that he doesn't invest, but that the time has not come yet."

"Heh... the time has not come yet!" Riddle seemed to be smiling, but the corners of his mouth were only slightly curved, and the flickering candlelight covered his slender and transparent fingers, as if a blue river was surging in his veins.

"...What are you talking about?" Harry was confused. Are these two people playing dumb?Riddle glanced at him, pulled him to sit on his lap, and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Harry, tell me what to do next?" Harry was about to resist, but when he heard him say this, he frowned and looked at the chess board.

He has never been very talented in chess, but Ron is very good at it.But since Riddle said so, then he...

"Well, the mobile car goes up to the right?" He said tentatively.Riddle nodded, his expression unchanged, and he waved his wand with his free hand to make the Queen move five squares forward.

Harry: "...Actually, you just want to play with me?"

☆, my queen

Riddle reassured him perfunctorily, not paying attention to his complaints.There are fewer and fewer pieces on the chessboard, and the situation is becoming more and more anxious. Prometheus' rampant horse has been eaten by Riddle with the queen, and his two bishops have also been swallowed by Prometheus.

Their speed is getting slower and slower, and they often have to think for several minutes about their next move.Prometheus's expression became more and more serious from the leisurely at the beginning, especially after his other horse was also killed by Riddle with the queen, he became visibly irritable.

"I hate your queen." The little boy resented.

"It's fine if I like it alone." Riddle still looked relaxed.Harry felt as if he was hinting at something again, and then he felt something move around his waist... Harry grabbed his hand angrily and twisted it hard.

Riddle withdrew his hand without changing his expression, and moved the chess piece: "Harry, what are you moving?"

"Huh?" Is this the legendary villain who complained first?

Prometheus silently watched the two people on the opposite side communicate intimately as if no one was there, and silently rolled his eyes, wondering if this was a new kind of psychological warfare.He moved his king and knight at the same time, and then exchanged the two pieces.Prometheus looked across, but found that the two seemed to be kissing each other.

Depend on!Too much deception!

Prometheus slapped the table, aggressively: "You still can't play this chess?"

"Oh, your king's chariot has changed." Riddle glanced at it, "Sorry, I like my queen."

Casting is a special move in chess.In each chess game, both sides have a chance to move their king and a rook at the same time, as a move performed by the king.Its specific way of moving is to move the king two squares in the direction of the rook, and then put the rook over the king and put it next to the king.

Riddle pushed forward a pawn huddled in a corner, twirling the wand in his hand with five fingers: "You forgot to eat this one too, Prometheus."

The pawn reaches the opponent's bottom line and completes the transformation.

Prometheus' expression changed, but he quickly restrained his expression.In a chess game, not only the intelligence of the two sides must be compared, but psychological factors are also very important.Prometheus has fought countless battles, and his psychological quality is naturally outstanding.He moved the chariot calmly, but Riddle acted as if he had known that he would go this way, manipulating the pawn promoted to queen to block his retreat.

"Ah...that's why I hate your queen! Now there is another one!" Prometheus glared at Riddle resentfully. He looked extremely agitated, which was particularly pitiful.But his movement of waving his wand was methodical, and it seemed that this irritability was just a deliberate cover-up on his part.

"You are better suited to seduce those cute girls than to sit here and confuse opponents." Riddle said bluntly, his hand went down Harry's thigh, stroking back and forth ambiguously, the other hand But move the pieces accurately.

"Hey, I want to too... But they don't want to date me." Prometheus sighed melancholy, "Who should I find as my dance partner at the Christmas ball? Girls don't want to be with me very much." The way you dance..."

"The Yule Ball?" Harry asked while trying to hold down Riddle's restless hand while grabbing a certain key word, "Is it mandatory to attend?"

"Yes, according to the previous rules, participation is mandatory." Prometheus glanced at Harry and winked at him, "Especially you, as one of the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, you must not be absent Yes. By the way, have you decided to find a beautiful girl to be your dance partner?"

"Uh……"

"He won't find anyone." Riddle covered Harry's mouth, and ruthlessly ate Prometheus's elephant with a cart.

"Oh, that's right. It's rare to see men dancing in Durmstrang, I'm looking forward to it." Prometheus's smile contained infinite malice, and he seemed to have finally caught a man who would make Riddle At the point of being moved, he showed an expression like a successful prank.

Riddle didn't answer, his face was gloomy, and his chess skills became more and more fierce. Prometheus screamed exaggeratedly, but his eyes became brighter and more excited.Harry watched helplessly as there were only seven pieces left on the chessboard. Both sides moved cautiously and stuck together. For a long time, they even repeated a few moves in a loop, as if they were losing patience in competing first.

Harry gradually became sleepy. He drooped his eyelids and lay down on the table, looking straight at the big gaming table.Riddle looked down at him, patted the back of his head, but said to Prometheus, "Quickly end it, Harry wants to sleep."

"This is not something you can end if you want." Prometheus shrugged, "I can ask someone to take him to the guest room to rest first."

"It's okay, I can hold on for a while." Harry shook his head, once he left Riddle he had to go, because the spirit body could not be too far away from the Horcrux.He couldn't let anyone know that Riddle lived in the locket.

Riddle didn't speak, but it was obvious he was starting to take the initiative.The seven chess pieces fought fiercely on the chessboard divided by black lines, the wand turned like a weathervane, and the dark blue lights shook and trembled on the eyelids of the two.

"General." Riddle pointed to his rook with his wand, and the black chess piece moved obliquely, successfully kicking the king of Prometheus out of the chessboard.He picked up Harry who was already asleep, touched the scar on his forehead, and turned his head to look at the little boy sitting on the other side: "Kids should get enough sleep to grow taller."

"I want you to take care of it!" Sure enough, Prometheus rolled his eyes.

"Otherwise no girl would want to dance with you."

"Oh, you are so annoying! Go, go, don't come again!" He waved at him impatiently, Riddle raised his eyebrows, looked down at the person in his arms, and strode towards the iron gate.

"Don't forget what you said yourself."

"What did I say, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" But the little boy was playing tricks, smiling, confident.

Riddle stared at him coldly, Prometheus received the signal from his eyes, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why are you so fierce...Really, you will do it when the time comes...Probably Bar."

The boy said nothing, turned and walked out the door.

He carried Harry back to the guest room in the casino. Harry noticed something, and his eyes opened a crack.

"Uh...you're done?"

"Yeah." Riddle hugged him and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him quietly.The boy's green eyes were like mysterious gems, and he couldn't help but want to find out.Riddle kissed his eyes, but Harry laughed and threw his head back to kiss him.

Riddle's pupils shrank, and he directly pressed his shoulders and pressed him on the bed, lingering on him like a devouring one.He tremblingly went to undress his clothes, maybe because he was half asleep, Harry didn't resist, just hummed a few times.

He pulled his legs apart at his waist, bent down maliciously and bit his neck, and went all the way down after the boy subconsciously burst out in pain, leaving clear and deep marks on his white body.He caressed his whole body wantonly, setting fires all over his body.Feeling that the boy had already reacted, he lowered his head and kissed him again, and began to relieve him.

Harry tensed up as Riddle entered, appearing to be awake but staring at him blankly.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon."

"soon?"

"Of course, my queen."

At that moment, he seemed to see the infinite tenderness in his eyes, as if the sea was rippling and rippling.So he inevitably indulged in this piece of silence and darkness.

☆, dance partner

Harry thought he shouldn't have believed Riddle's words.It was already noon the next day when he woke up, his whole body was in pain, no part of his body was intact, and there were bruises and purple marks all over his body.Riddle seemed to have woken up a long time ago, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching him intently.He held down Harry who was about to get up, and said lazily, "Lie down first, I'll get anything you want."

"...You didn't cast healing magic on me?"

"Oh, no. I forgot." Riddle fiddled with the wand in his hand, casually conjuring a table of sumptuous Chinese food in the room, "You should be hungry."

Harry picked up a pineapple pie and began to eat, while Riddle stared at him indifferently, leaning up to lick the crumbs off the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Harry finally couldn't bear to protest: "... can I have a good meal?"

"Do you want me to feed you?" Riddle was thinking about something, with a smile on his face.

"Thanks for being insensitive."

After barely finishing the Chinese meal, Riddle gave Harry a brief treatment, and the two walked out of the underground casino together.

"I think it's pretty good here, we can come here often in the future." Riddle was still thinking about something, Harry gave him a sideways look, and snorted.

"Forget it, the boss told you not to come."

"Oh? Did you hear what he said?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, "I'm right, he looks so young, he should have entered school early. I heard that he is only in the second grade. Already doing well in Durmstrang, it means he must have sacrificed a lot of other things. Prometheus seems to be doing things without logic, but in fact he has his own plans."

"So the dumb fans you play in the chess game are...?"

"Let him help Draco and Hermione. After all, the opponent is another Voldemort." Riddle touched his nose.

"Oh..." Harry heard Riddle talk about Krum, and he found it incredible, "The Horcrux will be handed over to Draco and Hermione, so we don't need to worry about it?"

"They can do it. You have to trust them."

At this time, the two who had been given high hopes by the Dark Lord were sitting in the restaurant racking their brains to discuss countermeasures.

Draco and Hermione both ordered a cup of coffee and put it on the table.A piece of parchment was spread out in front of them, on which a few lines had been scribbled and rewritten.

Hermione took a sip of the black coffee, the bitter taste made her frown.But she still didn't plan to add sugar.

"I don't think it's feasible to grab this plan." She vetoed it. "The probability of failure is too high, and once it fails, the other party will be more vigilant. It will not be easy to try again next time."

"But no matter what, I think as soon as we mention the ring, the other party will definitely become vigilant... We can't talk face-to-face with Polyaser, that spirit body must be able to hear it." Draco said somewhat distressed.

"Is there any way to avoid that spirit body and talk to Polyaser directly?"

"I don't know... Maybe I can ask the master. But even if we tell Polyaser directly, he may not believe us. And maybe he is voluntary, and he is not willing to take off the ring at all." Draco guessed.

"Oh, then there is one more thing we need to find out: Polyaser's views on Horcruxes. But how to investigate this item? You can't ask him directly, he may not even know that the ring is A Horcrux..." Hermione felt more and more that this task seemed easy, but it was actually very difficult.Fortunately, they still have enough time to discuss.

They talked for a long time, listed several solutions that did not seem very feasible, and wrote down the problems that needed to be solved.Hermione quickly took notes on the paper with a quill in her hand, while Draco staggered his fingers on the table, lowered his eyes, seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed just a little sleepy.

"Hermione," the boy said suddenly.

"Huh?" Hermione replied while writing, and took a sip from the coffee cup with the other hand.

"You know...the Yule Ball is going to be held in a month, and everyone needs to find a dance partner." Draco considered his words, "I thought, may I invite you?"

Hermione stopped writing and looked at him in surprise: "Oh, of course!"

A blush appeared on her cheeks, and to cover it she quickly lowered her head and continued to record, and Draco also turned his face away, heaving a sigh of relief, his face was slightly hot.

Balls have always been an event that Durmstrang takes very seriously.Almost all students can dance, and if you can't dance, you will be laughed at here.The organization that holds balls most frequently is "Silver Snake", which holds a ball every month, and the most dazzling person in the ball is naturally Margaret, known as the King of Dance.Many boys would go to the "Silver Snake"'s dance, just to see Margaret.

And when the news spread that the school would hold a Christmas ball, almost all the students were talking about it excitedly.This is probably the largest ball they can experience, after all, even the "Silver Snake" ball cannot include all the teachers and students in the school.

The girls got together excitedly, secretly glanced at the boys in the class from time to time, with silly smiles on their faces.Many girls began to change into silk robes that they seldom wear on weekdays, combed their hair neatly, and tried to attract the attention of boys to get invitations.

Boys look around for their dance partners.Some boys worked up the courage to invite their long-lost goddess—Kyle, for example, donned his best robe and stammered his confession to Odile with a bouquet of lilies, while the girl giggled After a long time, he agreed, which made him almost jump up with excitement.There are also some boys who are hesitant, watching the girls being snatched away one by one by other boys with quick hands and quick eyes, beating their chests and feet.

In short, during this month, the whole school is shrouded in the impetuous atmosphere of the upcoming dance.Even the topics of the teachers revolved around dancing, discussing what clothes to wear at the prom, who to dance with... When a gossip broke out, the most handsome Professor Black in the school agreed to the request of a senior girl to become Behind her dancing partner, many girls turned pale with fright and were in great pain, blaming themselves why they didn't think of this - the teacher also wanted to attend the dance.

Of course, what everyone is concerned about is who can win the favor of those campus celebrities and who can win the flower of Gaoling.

"Hey Krum, if you beg me, maybe I will agree to be your dance partner?" The "Silver Snake" organized the camp, and Margaret was sitting bored on the spacious and soft sofa, playing with her hands. With her magic wand, she created clouds, thunder and lightning, and strong winds in the sky, and then wiped them all away, leaving only a milky white Milky Way.

Krum remained silent and did not answer, and Margaret seemed to mention it out of interest.She moved the stars above her head with her wand, arranging them into different constellation patterns, like moving chess pieces.

The door was knocked open suddenly, and a boy with light brown hair rushed in excitedly.He put a stack of documents on the table, and kicked the door shut with a loud bang.

Margaret stood up and was about to get angry, but Polyaser ran over and held her hand: "Margaret, you can be my dance partner!"

The girl's throat was full of anger, which was a little itchy.She blinked, and casually agreed, "Okay."

"Ah? It's so simple?" Polyaser was stunned by this, and he seemed a little at a loss, "Isn't it, Margaret, are you lying to me?"

"Why did I lie to you?" Margaret snorted, shook off his hand, and knocked Krum casually, "Look, I didn't seize the opportunity just now, and now you don't have a partner?"

"I have a dance partner I want to find." Krum said suddenly.

"Ah, who is it?" Both Margaret and Polyaser became curious. They sat beside Krum on the left and right, with an expression of wanting to listen to the story.

"I won't tell you."

"Hey! Don't hold your breath!"

☆、Preparation work

Underground casino.Prometheus sat at the reception table on the first floor, biting a lollipop with a sad face.He shook his head and looked at the crowds coming and going between the gaming tables—everyone didn't come here for gambling and carnival today, but regarded this place as another social place to seek a dance partner.

Ever since he knew that Kyle had successfully invited Odell, his mood was even worse.In his opinion, Kyle is stupid and incomprehensible, and it is impossible for Odell to like him.

"Maybe girls just like tall boys..." The little boy sighed and bit the lollipop in his mouth.

The other members of "Dark Bone" expressed their understanding of the leader. They all expressed undisguised jealousy towards Kyle, who was in a good mood, and he didn't care about them.

"Boss..." A girl stood behind Prometheus and said nervously.In fact, she has been standing here for a long time, but the leader has been moaning and sighing, so she dare not speak.When she heard the phrase "Girls like tall boys", she finally couldn't help but speak.

"Huh?" Prometheus turned his head, and there was a second-year girl standing in front of him. He didn't have a deep impression of her, but he seemed to have seen this face in several group tours.

"That... not all girls like tall boys! I... I have admired the leader for a long time, I-hope I can be the leader's partner in this dance!" The girl said this in a panic, then lowered her head, A blush rose to her neck.

She waited for a while, then quietly raised her head, the little boy was looking at her seriously, his sharp eyes made her scalp tingle.

What is the leader thinking?Was he wondering if he was sent by the enemy...?The girl clenched the corner of her skirt.

Well, although it is not as stunning as Margaret and Audrey, but the facial features are very charming, and it is the type that looks better... Prometheus nodded.

"You want to be my dance partner?" he asked.

"Yes, it is."

A big smile broke out on Prometheus's face, he leaned forward suddenly, and kissed the girl's face, the girl screamed and her face turned even redder.

"Great, I have a dance partner too!" He jumped off the table happily, pulled the girl up and ran outside, "By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Alifa Tut." Alifah replied softly.She felt as if she was in a dream, and she was about to faint with happiness.

As Christmas approached day by day, the atmosphere became more and more heated, and Harry finally couldn't help asking Riddle this question: "Do you want me to find a dance partner?"

"You don't need it." Riddle casually flipped through a page of the book without raising his head.

"If I don't go now, I really can't find it!" Harry felt unreasonable, "It's just a ball, why do you care so much..."

Before he finished speaking, Riddle closed the book, turned sideways, pressed the back of his head and kissed him.His kiss was hard, sucking as if to suck all the blood out of him, and Riddle hugged him into his lap, pulling his legs apart by his side.

Again, every time Harry brought up the subject, Riddle would get all kinds of angry, and it always turned into a violent movement.

Seeing that Riddle started to move again, he quickly stopped him, a little helpless: "Riddle, I know you are very reluctant, but this matter must be resolved."

"You don't need to find a partner, I'll take care of it," he said, kissing him, a little rudely.Harry knew that it was impossible to stop it, but his doubts had not been answered:

"How do you solve it?"

Riddle didn't answer, and Harry quickly lost time to think about it.

Christmas has finally arrived.It was a bright morning, but Harry woke up feeling stuffy and uneasy.He believed that Riddle would follow through on his word, but was completely uncertain about his solution.

It won't be two men dancing together...?Harry sighed, burying his head in the covers.

And in the past few days, he also studied that strange golden egg, but he couldn't open it no matter what method he used, and Riddle's suggestion was particularly strange and unfeasible...

"What are you thinking?" The quilt was pulled away, and the boy beside him nestled up and held him in his arms.

"I was wondering what kind of dance partner you'd find me," Harry said casually.

"Harry, don't you really want to dance with girls?" His breath tickled the back of his neck, and Harry shrugged.

"No, I don't really know how to dance...but I have to go to the dance."

"But you don't want to dance with men either?"

"Of course! How weird that is!" Harry gave Riddle a push. "Hey, you're not really going to ask me to dance with you, are you?"

"Otherwise, who do you want to dance with?" Riddle narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's not what it means, but it's really weird to dance with boys..." Harry scratched his hair, "They will think that no girls want to be my dance partner."

"Then if you were asked to find a dance partner by yourself, who would you find?" Riddle asked lazily as he propped up his upper body.

"I'm supposed to go to Hermione, but Draco sure doesn't want to. Um... Maybe I can ask Angelina?"

"Angelina has promised a boy from Beauxbatons."

"Then I would have asked earlier." Harry shrugged, "It's meaningless to say this now, everyone has found a partner, only I haven't..."

"You will." Riddle lifted the quilt and got off the bed. He smoothed his neckline gracefully, and looked at himself in the mirror expressionlessly, "And you absolutely can't refuse 'her.'"

Evening came so quickly that Harry couldn't even remember how he spent the afternoon.Cedric and the Slytherin boys had already changed and left, but Riddle uncharacteristically pushed Harry into the bathroom and told him to change into new robes.

When Riddle heard the click of the lock coming from the bathroom, he straightened up slightly, took out his wand and cast a strict sealing spell on the bathroom door.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Riddle froze.He took a deep breath and walked quickly to open the door.Standing outside the door were Hermione and Margaret dressed up.

Hermione tied her shaggy hair into a herringbone braid at the back, hanging loosely over her chest.She seemed to have had her teeth straightened by magic, and she wore light makeup and a long dark purple lace dress.

And Margaret didn't seem to have too many decorations, she wore dark lipstick, her crimson curly hair was slightly arranged and draped over her shoulders, and a dark gray evening dress made her sexy and inviolable, making her even more irresistible eyeballs.She was carrying a big black box in each hand, but she didn't seem to be struggling at all.

Riddle nodded to them, turned sideways to let the two enter, closed the door, and added another blocking spell.

"Riddle, are you really going to do this?" Hermione seemed a little embarrassed