Soul shaping

For ordinary Horcruxes, Riddle would not be so vigilant.

"He should also be a Horcrux, but it's a little different... I think he has killed the soul of the original owner of the body." These words were really shocking, and Harry was shocked.

"You mean he snatched someone else's body?"

"I think so. But this is probably just a compromise strategy. He may not be satisfied with this body. If conditions permit, he still wants to create a new body by himself."

"This...how could this be..." Harry remembered how delighted the man had been when he wrote to tell Sirius about Professor Black.Sirius said that his younger brother disappeared a long time ago, and unexpectedly became a teacher in another magic school. He also said that if he had the opportunity, he must visit him... That kind of joy can be conveyed to him through paper. heart.

But now Harry didn't know whether to tell him the cruel truth.

"Don't be so sad... maybe I made a mistake." Riddle saw that Harry was depressed, and comforted him.Harry shook his head, he knew that Riddle's judgment had always been accurate and would not be wrong.

"There are already two Horcruxes here, is the main soul here too?" Harry asked.

"I think the main soul must be here. But he hides better. I'm still not sure where he is, although I have a few candidates in mind." Riddle shrugged, "Don't worry, he'll be back soon. If you don’t know how to do it, you can prepare for the game with peace of mind.”

"But... hey, this competition is really frustrating, we can't find the Horcrux wholeheartedly..." Harry was stunned, and he had a flash of inspiration, "Could it be that they put my name in the Goblet of Fire? s reason?"

"It may be a factor, but it shouldn't be the main reason." Riddle shook his head, "If you really don't want to participate in the competition, I can participate in the whole process instead of you."

"Forget it, this is a chance to train yourself."

"Exercise yourself? I think someone wants you to get injured during the game." Riddle snorted.Harry knew he was talking about the dragon going mad.

"With you here, how could I get hurt?" Harry blinked, and his tone was a little flattering, which made Riddle quite satisfied, and he ticked his fingers at him to let him come over: "Then let's continue."

"……Never!"

Hermione hadn't seen Harry very much lately.She heard Cedric say that he had moved out of the dormitory. When she asked about the specific reason, Cedric looked around and asked her mysteriously: "Do you know who the mysterious girl at the ball is? I heard that haha Leigh just moved out and lived with her."

Hermione thought that the prom would be over soon, and everyone would gradually forget about that amazing "girl", but after a few days, a piece of "Christmas Ball in everyone's minds" was published by "Dark Bones" statistics. Among the best dancer TOP5", No.1 is impressively written "Black Mysterious Girl", next to her vote number "1926", and accompanied by a moving picture of her dancing on the stage, it is her Doing the final spin.

Margaret, who has always been No.1 in the past, is ranked No.2 this time, No.3 is Beauxbaton's warrior Fleur, No.4 is "Dark Bone" Odile, and No.5 is A girl Hermione didn't know seemed to be called Alifa.

Hermione shook her head helplessly.The boys in Durmstrang were particularly interested in the "mysterious girl". Many people vowed to find her, and some suggested that they could ask Hogwarts warrior Harry Potter, after all, she was Appeared as his dance partner.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Harry did not show up at school for days on end.So those who couldn't find Harry went to ask other Hogwarts students, only to learn that Harry Potter moved out of the dormitory a few days ago.

"In my opinion, he must have moved out to live with that mysterious girl!" Someone speculated.

"Impossible, isn't that Harry Potter the despicable guy who participated in the Triwizard Tournament by unjust means? I heard that he is not an adult, he is only 14 years old! He must have guessed that we will go Find him, so hide in advance!"

"It's obvious that such a shameless person can be favored by a mysterious girl..."

"What's so good about him, I'm much better than him!"

"..."

Hermione listened to these remarks coldly, and snorted disdainfully, thinking that none of these people's words were believable.

But now even Draco didn't know where Harry was, which made Hermione a little uneasy.

On this day, because Draco had a full day of practical classes, it was inconvenient for Hermione to go to the class, so she went to the library to read as usual.She looked around in various rest areas of the library, but still couldn't find Harry, so she couldn't help but sighed, reassuring herself that he would be fine with Riddle around.

Hermione picked out "On the Difference Between Wizards and Witches" and "House-Elf Secrets" and found an empty seat.Since there were no vacant tables, she could only share a table with two other boys.Hermione felt that the two boys looked familiar, but she didn't care.

The book "On the Difference Between Wizards and Witches" is very interesting.The author compares the differences between wizards and witches from various aspects—such as spell ability, pharmaceutical ability, prophecy ability, whether they are good at Quidditch, etc.—and he gives many interesting examples. The language of the whole book is vivid Playful and non-sexist, Hermione enjoyed watching it.

However, the final conclusion of the book is that there is no substantial difference between wizards and witches, which made Hermione dumbfounded and suddenly enlightened.

She stretched and was about to open "The Secret of the House-Elf", when the boy sitting across from her seemed to notice her and said something to the boy next to her.

☆, illusion

Hermione ignored them, but the voices of the two people on the opposite side became louder and louder, reaching the point where she could not ignore them.Hermione took a deep breath and looked up.

"Excuse me, can you—" Before she finished speaking, the boy sitting opposite put down the book that blocked half of his face, showing a big smile.

"Hey, Granger, long time no see." He said with a smile.

"...Prometheus?"

"Ah yes yes, that's right, it's me. I didn't expect Granger to recognize me, I'm really happy." The little boy blinked, "I wonder if Granger has time to go out with me for a chat?"

"Leader, let me go with you." The tall boy next to him said solemnly.

"Ah, no! Jettis doesn't have to come here!" Prometheus immediately refused, saying righteously, "This is a little secret between me and Granger!"

Little secret?When did I have a little secret with Prometheus?Hermione felt that his words were ambiguous, and Jetis' expression became more serious.

"Boss, you can't flirt with other girls while Alifa is away." He taught like a teacher teaching a child, and Prometheus obviously showed an impatient look.

"Hey, Jetis, is there any subordinate like you? Always nagging like an old mother..."

"Classmates, this is the library, please be quiet!" A middle-aged woman wearing a librarian's sign stood beside their desk with a fierce look on her face.Prometheus made a face at her, jumped up and pulled Hermione and ran out, saying "Jatis, return the book for me" while running.

Prometheus ran very fast, and Hermione kept being pulled by his wrists, leaning forward and running out of breath.

"Where are you taking me?" Hermione asked loudly.

"Aren't you guys discussing about Polyather recently? You probably haven't acted yet?" Prometheus lowered his voice, he stopped, and let go of Hermione's hand, "Someone asked me to help you a handful,"

"Someone? Who is it?"

"It's the one next to Harry." Prometheus shrugged.

"You mean... wait, do you know where Harry is?" Hermione asked hastily when she realized something.

"You know, he's living a good life on the second floor of the underground casino." Prometheus had an exaggerated surprised expression of "Don't you know?" "He now occasionally plays chess and cards with my men, little It's been a great day."

Hermione looked indifferent.It turned out that when everyone was looking for him, he actually hid alone in the underground casino and was so happy... No, it was two people.

"But, do you also know about Polyather?" Hermione was a little confused again, did Riddle even tell Prometheus this kind of secret?Would this be too hasty...

"I know. I know a lot more than you think." The little boy blinked.They stood in an empty corridor, next to several dilapidated and abandoned classrooms, and through the undrawn curtains, they could see the messy and dusty desks and chairs inside.

Just as Hermione was about to say something, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and a sticky cold mist climbed up her spine, gradually spreading to her shoulders, like a wolf patting her cold paws.

Hermione didn't dare to turn her head. She had heard that when encountering a wolf in the wild, it would pat you on the shoulder from behind and bite your throat off when you turned your head.She didn't know if it was true or not, and the wolf was obviously not that tall, but she couldn't move as if frozen.

She looked at Prometheus, but the boy stood on a high ground far away from her at some point.His figure elongated, and the surroundings were no longer empty corridors, but a rooftop.

She walked towards him slowly, approaching step by step, the figure gradually became clear, and she realized that it was not Prometheus at all, but Draco.

"Draco...? Why are you here?"

The boy was wearing a dark red windbreaker, and the strong wind on the roof lifted his light golden hair and wrinkled his pale eyebrows.He looked calm and sad, as if he had abandoned everything.

"Hermione. I don't think I'll be able to go any further," he whispered.

"why?"

"My choice is not recognized... No one will agree with me, even my father thinks I have let him down..." His eyes are getting more and more bleak, gradually losing their luster, and the wind is so strong , almost knocking him down.Hermione quickly jumped up the high steps, stood beside him, and reached out to hold him.

Draco suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders, his words were shattered in the doomsday white wind, and she saw the reflection of his gray eyes as the snowflakes falling rapidly, almost engulfing her.

"Hermione, I will not change my choice, but I also don't want to disappoint my father... just like that time, I drew the sword of Gryffindor and killed the basilisk in order to survive. Or die, there is no choice. And now I can't betray myself... so I can only go to die." Draco slowly let go of her as if reluctantly, leaned back, and fell into the vast sea of ​​clouds , Hermione screamed and grabbed his hand, but he led her to fall, and she was about to fall into the abyss...

"Student Granger!!"

That call was like thunder from the sky waking up the dreamer, one hand grabbed her back collar and pulled her back from the edge of the roof.Hermione took a step back but missed her foot. The man quickly grabbed her waist, but was almost knocked down by her.

Hermione took a closer look and found that she was standing on the handrail of the corridor, precariously.Prometheus was pulling her, his hair was disheveled, his robe was torn several times, and he was extremely embarrassed.What frightened her the most was his right hand, the entire palm was cut off neatly from the joints, and the neatly cut surface could see dense white bones and blood-red flesh tissue, bleeding out.

He let her go and jumped cautiously off the railing, reaching out his left hand to bring Hermione down.She shook her head, squatted down and sat on the railing, and slowly dropped her legs and jumped down.

"You...your hand..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Prometheus shook his head slightly, a little nervously.His expression was very fierce, unpredictable as if under a curse, hatred, anger, frenzy, ridicule, and madness flashed like a magic face.For a while, he grinned his teeth in pain and held his wound to gasp, for a while he kept cursing vulgar and unsavory words, and for a while he sneered again with a fierce look in his eyes.

With his left hand he drew his wand from his pocket, circling the circular cutout a few times, uttering a series of vague incantations.Hermione watched helplessly as silvery white threads began to appear at the fracture, and the threads became denser and more entangled, and finally condensed into a brand new hand, smooth and delicate, no different from the original one.Prometheus breathed a sigh of relief, and put his wand in his right hand.

"I still like to use this hand." He shrugged. Seeing Hermione's dumbfounded expression, he kindly explained, "This is 'Bone Resurrection', a kind of black magic, you probably don't know it."

"You..." Hermione didn't know what words to use to describe the shock in her heart, "What just happened?"

"Oh... I just had a fight with a man, and he used illusion to confuse us. Fortunately, I came back in time, otherwise you would have died in the illusion. Heh... Illusion, it's really easy to use, isn't it?" Promi Hughes spoke vaguely, his expression became fierce again, he spat, and said to himself, "Very good... very good... come towards me if you have anything, don't touch my friend... ..."

"Do you know who that person is?" Hermione didn't know whether to interrupt him, his expression was too scary, especially on such an immature face, it looked even more creepy.

"Oh, of course I know. He is a respected teacher." Having said that, there was no trace of awe in his eyes.

☆, black to black

Draco came out of the Duel Tower sweating profusely, turned into the bathroom next to him and washed his face.He splashed cold water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror, his lips pale from excessive exercise.

The water flows down the lines, comforting the hot hands.Draco turned off the faucet, and he was about to turn around to go out when he felt something cold, unbearable, knife-like pain surround him.Draco jerked his wand out and yelled, "Call for protection!"

Silver mist sprayed from the tip of the staff, and a slender snake appeared in the air.Draco breathed a sigh of relief, but the coldness and darkness didn't leave him, instead they were getting tighter and tighter. They penetrated into the body irresistibly like a gangrene, even the Patronus couldn't dispel it.

Draco could judge that this was a kind of black magic that he didn't know, and the most effective way to deal with it was naturally black on black.

The cold spread everywhere, icy cold, freezing his muscles inch by inch, making it difficult for him to move.Draco knew that if he let it touch his heart, he would die.

He took a breath, raised his wand stiffly, and waved it lightly, chanting difficult incantations.Clusters of blackened flames rose up, clusters igniting the untouchable darkness.They burned out of thin air, burning holes in the flawless blackness, the darkness was like the pages of a book that had been torn apart, and ashes were flying around.

Fiendfire burned more and more intensely, gradually covering the entire field of vision.It devoured the tiled floors and walls, clods, tile fragments, and sand falling down with a continuous crackling sound, like the black fire of a volcanic eruption.

"Oops...we haven't learned how to put out Diemfire yet." Draco belatedly thought of this, and at this time he was completely surrounded by the Diemfire he ignited, "Wait, hey, why is it burning like this?" Hurry up?!"

Draco jumped onto the sink and ran out over the edge of the sink.He barely twisted his body to get out of the door, but suddenly bumped into a person.

He took a step back and took a closer look, then exclaimed, "Senior Polyasser?"

At this moment, Polyaser looked extremely strange, with a gloomy complexion, the corners of his lips curved up strangely, and the pupils in the amber eyes were completely shrunk into a slit.He seemed to be smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the sword, light and sword were lying on the bottom of the river.

Polyasser suddenly reached out to him and gave him a sudden push on the shoulder.Draco fell backward on his back, the scorching beeping sound amplified in his ears, and the tongue of fire licked the back of his neck inch by inch.His eyes widened in horror, and the last thing he saw were the boy's unforgiving eyes, embers pouring into his robes.

Why... has everything started early?It began to move in the direction of collapse and fragmentation. Before they had time to make a move, the enemy had already come to the door.

Draco didn't know what had gone wrong, he just knew he couldn't get down here.

He grabbed the door frame with one hand and quickly supported his leaning body. The door frame shattered and was swallowed by the black fire in the next instant.Before he could fully stand still, the wand in his right hand had already been extended, pointing directly at Polyasser: "Dizzy!"

There is no way to escape at such a short distance, Draco thought so, but Polyasser turned sideways at a strange angle, barely avoiding the beam of the Stunning Curse.He raised his wand, a red light flashed, and Draco dodged away.He finally squeezed out of the toilet, but the situation was not much better, the cold and dark mist began to rise around him again, and this time it came in a menacing manner, and it was going to freeze him completely in an instant.

It was impossible to use Fiendfyre again, and Polyather would not give himself the chance.Although he knew it was useless, Draco raised his wand and shouted desperately: "Crucio!"

The red light grazed Polyaser's cheek, bringing out a streak of blood.He reached out to touch the wound, and looked down at the blood on his fingertips.Polyasser raised his head, his eyes suddenly flushed red.

"A servant who has betrayed has no value left behind." His tone was indifferent, expressionless.

"I have never been your servant." Draco resisted the icy pain surging in his chest, it was like an ice ball full of sharp barbs rolling in his body, smashing his internal organs and lungs, making him invulnerable its one point.Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

He watched the wand rise, and the sound of incantation was like the belly of a rattlesnake rubbing against the ground: "Avada—"

"What are you doing?!" The overture of death was interrupted by the stern voice of Shengsheng, and a red figure walked towards them.Draco had never found Margaret so bright and dazzling, her arms crossed her chest, her cheeks were flushed with anger, and an angry fire was shining in her eyes.

"Margaret...?" There was a hint of hesitation in Polyasser's tone, his eyes cleared up for a moment, and the blood faded.

"Senior, run away!" Draco subconsciously shouted, his voice hoarse.He didn't know why he did it - she'd be fine, she was a Death Eater, his servant... he was the one who was going to die, wasn't he?

But why is he still thinking about this now...

"Poliaser, what the hell are you... Draco!" Margaret pushed Polyasser away and rushed over, and the light-blond-haired boy fell limply to the ground.She picked him up and found that his body was cold, his breathing was weak, and his heart was beating more and more slowly.

She turned her head to ask Polyasser to help, but she saw the boy took a step back, turned his head and ran away.

"Where are you going—!" Margaret was terrified, but seeing that Draco's vitality was gradually draining, she gritted her teeth and carried him on her back, and ran towards the infirmary quickly, regardless of the burning bathroom beside her.

Everything is working fine and no one seems to notice that a screw has come off.

Prometheus returned to the underground casino full of anger. He ran up to the second floor, ignored the questions from Kyle and Jetis behind him, and kicked open the innermost room.The room was dark with no lights on.

"Not here?" He frowned, extremely displeased, "What are you doing, are you out for me at this time? You have been staying here for the past few days! Why do you always lose the chain at critical moments!"

He looked angry and irritable as if he wanted to throw something, turned around and strode out the door, but bumped into Jetis who was following him.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Get out of the way!" Prometheus pushed him hard, but the force was not painful to Jetis. He frowned and grabbed his wrist: "Calm down, leader!"

"Huh? Who are you telling to calm down? I'm your leader, right? You have no right to order me..."

"Prometheus!" Jetis yelled.

The little boy shook his body, stopped struggling, and stood there blankly.His eyes were red, and he seemed to be crying, but there was nothing.He stood in a daze for a while, then pushed him away and walked out.

"You don't have to hold on like this, Prometheus." Jetis turned around, "Cry if you want to."

"Crying? Are you kidding? The fun has just begun... I can't cry, I have no right to be weak." The little boy sneered and walked down the stairs, "You should go and prepare for the game, Jetis .”

Harry walked in the empty front hall with his schoolbag on his back, and the sound of his footsteps echoed around him.Following Riddle's advice, he tried several methods, but none succeeded in opening the golden egg.The second round is a week away, and he hasn't made any progress yet.

He sighed, since the end of the dance, he has hardly left the underground casino, isolated from the world.To avoid falling into some kind of rotten life, Harry asked Riddle to teach him some combat-type magic.

"...Are you sure you can learn?" He asked at that time.

Harry knew that he remembered the painful experience of teaching him to write papers before, and he was a little dissatisfied: "That's not my problem at all, it's your teaching method that is wrong, okay?"

"Then I will teach you well."

So Harry quickly realized what hell training is.All the spells had to be mastered within half an hour, and there was also a battle practice with Riddle.If you don't meet the requirements, you have to accept punishment, and the way of punishment...Harry felt that he was still in the trap.

But on this day, Harry finally felt that this could not go on any longer. Regardless of Riddle's objection, he just walked out of the room on the grounds of exploring the mystery of the golden egg.

"So how should this golden egg be opened..." Harry couldn't figure it out. As he was thinking about it, he walked downstairs when he suddenly felt something passing by his ear, and suddenly hit the handrail. It exploded in half.

Harry pulled out his wand reflexively, but looked around but saw no attacker.He stood still and didn't dare to move, his back was cold.

Whoosh.Another flash of red light shot at him, Harry dodged it quickly, and he fired a disarming spell in the direction the spell had come from, but the spell hit the wall with a bang.

☆, confrontation

There was more than one sneak attack in the hall, and the spells were fired from multiple directions at the same time, without any rules at all.Harry was barely able to survive the siege, and he cast a few Rip and Confusion spells, but only hit a few, the others hit walls and pillars, sending stones flying.

"Do you need me to help you?" Riddle's joking voice sounded in his mind, and Harry refused very simply: "No need!"

"Even if you say that, someone has already come here." His tone suddenly became serious. Before Harry could ask, he heard a series of very rhythmic footsteps, and a deep male voice said: "You guys Stop it all!"

Before Harry had time to guess who it was, he sideways dodged one spell beam, only to be hit by another spell on the bag.A corner of the schoolbag was cut off, and a shiny golden object slid out, rolling to the ground with a deafening sound.

Oops... the golden egg of the game!

"The spell stops immediately!" With the man's scolding, all the magic beams that were still flying disappeared in an instant, turning into light particles and drifting away.Harry put down his schoolbag to cover the gap, and when he looked up, he saw Professor Black walking gracefully with a cane.

He didn't look at Harry, but raised his head and looked around, his voice was extremely cold: "Aren't you coming out yet? I'll count to three, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for picking you out one by one."

The shadow of the blue pillar fell on his indifferent face, his browbones were protruding, his eye sockets were deep-set, and those eyes appeared even more unfathomable in the darkness.

"Three." He pursed his thin lips, raised the cane in his hand, and stretched it out to the ceiling in the southwest direction with a light hook. The space there was distorted, and a figure emerged from the water and fell down in embarrassment.Then he pointed several directions out of thin air, and for a while, a figure kept falling in the sky. They stood up rubbing their painful backs, a little unconvinced.

"Two days in confinement." Professor Black said coldly, "Why do you do this? Is bullying the weak a fun thing for you?"

"Hmph! If you catch it, you'll catch it, what are you talking about so much?" A tall and strong boy crossed his arms and turned his head disdainfully.Professor Black swung his cane violently at him, only to hear a slap, a bloodstain appeared on the boy's face out of thin air, and it was not an ordinary bloodstain, the edge of the roll was faintly black, it seemed that it was not so easy to be caught. eliminate.

"Ah!" The boy screamed and knelt down covering his face.

"Disrespect to professors is a big taboo, Oralby." Professor Black said expressionlessly. He looked around for a week, glancing at other students one by one with cold eyes, "Do you have any excuses?"

"There's nothing to say, it's just that he's upset." The other boy touched his nose, as if admitting it, but he couldn't see any apology in his eyes.

"Are you all the same as him?" Professor Black was unmoved.

"I... I was forced! They forced me to come!" A boy suddenly shouted loudly, and the other boys turned their heads and glared at him, cursing "traitor" and "bitch". One of the boys wanted to rush Came up to hit him, but was stopped by Professor Black and kicked him in the back.

"Why did they force you to come?" He walked slowly in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly, "Is it because you are so powerful?"

"I……"

"Or did they just call you, but you dared not go?"

"I...I dare not not go..." the boy muttered.

"Is that so..." Professor Black's voice was low, even gentle, but suddenly raised when he fell down, "I'm weak, so I still have to find excuses from others?"

"I..." The boy was startled and at a loss.

"You have the courage to lie in public, but you don't have the courage to resist? I think you are just like them." Professor Black's scolding was overwhelmed, and he stopped looking at the boy, but walked up to Harry, haha Li subconsciously took a step back.

He had just finally seen the cold side of Professor Black—and that was who he really was.His merciless scolding, scolding, and sarcasm all left a deep impression on him, and Harry suddenly felt that even Snape's education methods seemed a lot kinder.

Professor Black handed him the golden egg he had picked up. Harry glanced at him, pretended to take it calmly, and whispered "Thank you Professor".

"Such an important thing shouldn't be left lying around, Harry." He said flatly, and took another step forward. He was very close, already an alarming distance, "By the way, if I were you If not, I'll take it to the monitor's bathroom and take a shower."

A hand suddenly pushed away his leaning forward body, and Riddle had stepped out to block Harry with a hostile expression on his face.

"I'm still thinking about when you will show up." Professor Black shrugged, as if he didn't care about Riddle's attitude.

"You'd better stay away from him." Riddle stared at him, gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"You know this is impossible, right?" Professor Black raised his eyebrows, shaking his head regretfully, sighing for some unknown reason, "He is the savior."

Riddle suddenly drew out his wand and pointed it at him, and the other party raised his cane at the same time. They looked at each other, and they were on the verge of firing.

"Why, do you want to fight? See whose evolution is more advanced?" He tilted his head, but his eyes were not as casual as his tone of speech. He slowly put down his wand, "I think it's very boring, very boring."

"All of you go first... Remember to come to my office tomorrow for confinement." Professor Black looked at the students with a hook on the corner of his mouth.He didn't seem to care at all about the confrontation with Riddle, who still had his wand pointed at him.

Harry looked at him, put his hand on the back of his hand, and slowly pressed it down.He could feel Riddle's fist clenched, almost trembling.

"Now is not the time, Riddle."

"That's right... For an existence like him, ordinary methods cannot remove the soul piece from the body." Riddle lowered his head, and Professor Black looked back at them, smiled and left.

Riddle suddenly clenched Harry's hand, so hard that it even made him feel painful, but Harry didn't say a word, just looked at his forbearing profile.

"We're going to make it. We're going to make it."

Riddle turned to look at him, and pulled him into his arms forcefully.The feeling of being wrapped in a cold body is like sinking into the silent sea, silver waves are flowing, and nightingales are singing into the night.

He hugged him for a while, then let go, and said calmly, "Let's go to the squad leader's bathroom."

"what?"

"I want to see what kind of ambush he laid there."

There is a time limit for opening and closing the squad leader's bathroom, and it has already been closed at this time.But this didn't stop Riddle, he unlocked the magic lock with a little trick, and drove straight in with Harry.

Actually Harry didn't think there was any ambush in the bathroom.After all, there is one monitor bathroom on every floor, and Professor Black may not know which one he will go to.But Riddle still searched around very vigilantly, although nothing was found.

Harry looked in the mirror, his emerald green eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, as if there were silver lights shining.

"Still didn't find anything?" He turned his head, and Riddle was standing aside with his chest folded.Frowning, he looked at the wardrobe and several bathtubs in the bathroom, thought for a while, and said to Harry, "Give me the golden egg."

☆, bathroom

Harry handed him the golden egg for no apparent reason, but saw him undressing.The jacket has been put aside, and he is unbuttoning his shirt with a sideways face, with graceful and sexy movements.Harry glanced at it and immediately turned his head away: "Hey, why are you taking off your clothes all of a sudden!"

Riddle walked up to him while taking off his shirt, and took the golden egg from him.He looked at his blushing face with some amusement, and pinched his cheek: "I really don't know what you're shy about, you've done everything, are you still afraid to see it?"

Harry, too, felt that he was making a fuss, and turned around.Riddle's upper body was very thin, without a trace of excess fat. His smooth skin seemed to be made of moonstone, shining brightly in the dim light.

Riddle noticed the direction of Harry's gaze, he smiled meaningfully, and put his arm around Harry's shoulder: "I haven't taken off my pants yet, why don't you help me..."

"Thank you for your own hands and feet." Harry rolled his eyes and was about to push him away, but he pressed and kissed him hard before letting go.Riddle walked to a bathtub, took off his pants generously, and sat in the bathtub with the golden egg.

There were several buttons of different colors on the bathtub. Riddle unscrewed a blue round button, and light blue bubbles the size of hockey pucks gushed out from the bottom.Curious, Harry leaned over by the tub and flipped an orange button, and what gushed out this time was a light brown football-sized bubble bath.

So Riddle watched Harry turn every button over and over, and he was tightly wrapped in bubbles of various colors, and the water was soon full, but the latter didn't seem to be enough.Just as Harry was about to turn on a green button, he