Soul shaping

home!I will also come to ask for advice when I have time! "Angelina shook Hermione's hand, and the latter blinked playfully: "Okay, but this requires some skills in Transfiguration and Potions..."

"Cough." Draco had to fake a cough, to imply that it was getting late for the two women who couldn't stop chatting, but they obviously ignored him, and brought the topic back to family expenses and partner's caring to the extend.

"...Fred has always been very busy and rarely has time to go shopping with me. Seriously, I haven't gone shopping for a long time!"

"Draco will take time to accompany me, but he said that his clothes are all custom-made, and shopping is a waste of energy..." Hearing this sentence, Draco finally couldn't stand up anymore, he pressed the button with a headache. Pressing the eyebrows, I thought that I just complained after walking eight streets with Hermione, and she remembered it clearly, and said a few words from time to time.

"Hermione."

"Huh?" The girl turned her head, she wore light makeup today, her long brown hair was braided in a delicate circle behind her head, and the bare-shouldered dress made her complexion fairer.Draco dazed for a moment, coughed again to cover up, and said calmly: "It's getting late, we should go."

"Oh, what time is it?" Angelina thought of something and asked quickly.

"Five forty-five, the wedding will start at six o'clock." Draco kindly reminded.

"Ah, it's really late. Fred, let's get ready and go!"

"Yes, dear." Fred nodded obediently, cupped his hands and shouted loudly, "Our store is closed early today, please come back tomorrow!"

"Ah? Why?"

"why is it like this……"

The guests complained dissatisfiedly, and Fred shrugged, showing an expression of grievance that he didn't want to: "Because my wife and I are going to attend a friend's wedding, so I'm sorry everyone!"

"Eh……"

"Hey, okay..."

"Whose wedding is it? It's so serious..."

Fred entered the room and changed into a dark dress. When he walked out of the back room, Angelina was already waiting for him at the door, holding a red gift box for the couple in her hand.

"Let's go." She smiled at him and looked behind him, "Where did George go? I didn't see him this morning..."

"He, I went to help those two people. You know that a designer is still needed to decorate the wedding scene."

12 Gemory Square.

The sun was shining outside the window, green leaves covered the branches, and the sea-like light poured into the room through the window lattice, covering all the skin of the boy sitting on the bed.He flicked the newspaper with his hand and pushed his glasses, and the spot of light shook.

The headline of the Daily Prophet was running an exclusive account of the marriage of the current Minister of Magic, with an event photo of him smiling politely for the camera.It is said that this was ordered by the minister himself, who said he did not want his lover's

The photo appeared in such a high-profile newspaper.

"He's young, yes, very young, so I want to reduce his exposure. Also, I'm going to have a low-key wedding with just our friends." Sitting at his desk at the time, Riddle said, Said it in a businesslike tone.But what Harry was thinking about was how he'd come home and complained to him sourly about the increasing circulation of the Daily Prophet.

"Uh, don't you want to take care of them if they're doing well?" Harry was puzzled.

"Basically every wizard gets a copy of the Daily Prophet these days. Which means...everyone can see you." He bit his neck.

It took Harry a while to realize what he meant, rolled his eyes, and pushed him away: "Oh, forget it. Compared with me, you are the one who gets more attention."

"Oh? You're here to listen." Riddle raised his eyebrows, he loosened his tie, and looked at him from time to time.

"Tom Riddle, 'the most daring Minister of Magic in history'... twice entered the list of the most wanted to marry the wizard of the year, and both of them were at the top of the list...The last time you were not with the German Ministry of Magic Have you communicated, I heard that the female members of the German Ministry of Magic have been looking forward to the next friendship since then... and your female secretary..."

"So, are you jealous?" Riddle's smile slowly widened, and he pulled Harry back into his arms, resting his head on his neck, "If you're not happy, I can change to a male secretary .”

"Uh, that's not necessary..." Harry just mentioned it casually, and he hadn't thought that his one sentence would make a person lose his job.

"But I still don't want your picture to appear in the newspaper." Riddle seemed to be still struggling with this matter, "It's not what I want to see you get public attention because of this kind of thing. Do you remember when you were in the sixth grade what happened?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course I remember... haven't I had enough of the bad things that fame brings?" Harry shrugged.

The memory ended here, and he took one last look at the smiling man in the newspaper, thinking that with this photo, he could win the "Most Charming Smile Award of the Year" again.

But Harry also has to admit that Riddle fits all modern women's fantasies about successful men.

After completing the soul shaping and having a new body, he no longer looks like the big boy he was before. His stature has grown a lot, his facial features have become more handsome and three-dimensional, and his gestures reveal the fatal attraction of a mature man.Of course, apart from his handsome appearance—this is one of the main reasons—by the way, his age has always been a mystery to the public, which adds to his mystery—his high status, elegance and fun He has attracted countless female fans with his elegant style of conversation and demeanor.

However, it is said that he also has a lot of male fans. They all admire his tough methods and excellent decision-making ability, and Riddle has always been a corporal and will never leave any bad impression on others.

Harry wanted to scratch his hair, but remembered that the barber had told him to never mess with his hairstyle today, a masterpiece he'd spent hours finishing.Today is his birthday, his coming-of-age ceremony, and his wedding day...Harry didn't quite understand why Riddle was in such a hurry to imprint his mark on him, and he couldn't run away.However, his possessiveness has always been difficult for Harry to understand, although he is quite useful.

"What are you thinking?" The door opened at some time, and a man walked in.He was wearing a slim black dress today, with a neat black tie and a crystal brooch on his chest, which made Harry unable to take his eyes off.Riddle sat down beside him and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I'm thinking—time flies too fast. It feels like we've only just finished fighting Voldemort..."

"Are you implying that you are still thinking about that matter?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, and Harry felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something, but he had already continued, "I seem to have said that I am afraid of contracts The collateral effect will affect you to terminate the contract, and I did not expect that to happen. His preparations were more adequate than I thought, if it wasn't for Dumbledore—”

"Dumbledore? What Dumbledore? It wasn't mentioned in the version you told me before!" Harry asked keenly, grasping the point.

"Stop, this is something I only found out recently. When he fought Dumbledore that day, Dumbledore deliberately showed weakness and planted a curse in his body while he was not paying attention. The specific function was to trap him. Soul, so that he can't complete the soul devouring. That's why I can turn defeat into victory." Riddle explained.

Harry thought of the huge miraculous magic circle that covered the entire castle, and the handsome man who walked out of the magic circle ten days later, he announced to the long-awaited crowd like a god: the darkness is over, and the new The time has come.

"...the suffering is over, and we must remember that true redemption is within us. Victory in war is not the end, but the beginning of another. We need to rebuild the destroyed world and rediscover inner peace, That's what really matters."

His speech won applause from almost everyone, the original Ministry of Magic government was quickly overthrown, the upright members were restored to their positions, and he was elected as the new Minister of Magic.

Originally, the public still had a little mistrust of Riddle, because they had never heard his name, nor did they know his experience.Until a recommendation letter from Dumbledore published in the "Daily Prophet" dispelled everyone's doubts.

The letter stated that Tom Riddle was a very good graduate of Hogwarts. He passed all Os in both OWLs and NEWTs. He was humble, friendly, polite, and helpful. The boy Harry Potter teamed up to design and eliminate Voldemort and made a major contribution to the wizarding world.

At that time Harry was still taken aback when he read the letter, wondering when Professor Dumbledore would be talking nonsense... Humble and friendly?Helpful?No matter how you look at it, this kind of adjective doesn't seem to be used to describe Riddle... But now that I think about it, it does have a deep meaning.

"Tom, we must find an opportunity to thank Professor Dumbledore in the future." Harry took his hand and said softly.

"Of course." Riddle held his hand back. He stood up slowly, turned his face slightly to stare at him, and supported his face with one hand, "We should go out. Friends can't wait."

"Yeah." He replied with a smile.

He knows that no matter whether there is a contract between them or not, no matter how much time has passed, they will love each other, from the past to the future, it will never change.

That summer of first year, the day he picked up the diary, Harry thought, must have been his luckiest day.

Thank fate for letting him know him.

The author has something to say: te (true ending/also known as true love he) is over here, and I will probably write some extra episodes next. If you have any extra episodes you want to watch, you can also leave a message and tell me, and I will write if you feel like it

As for the other ne (normal ending/also known as a black to the end be/raiders trip to the third demon king) to revisit the original work in the summer vacation, that ending is just a branch ending, just look at it and enjoy it

By the way, the plot of ne is after Chapter 114!That is, after the point of divergence!

Thanks for being with me till now!

☆, extra episode: teasing and counter teasing

12 Gemory Square.

The rich sunlight at noon slid into the room through the half-opened curtains, and a long golden light fell all the way along the floor, sofa, and coffee table, and finally fell on the arm of the man sitting on the sofa, like a gold bracelet.

Riddle flipped through the newspaper in his hand. The headline was a photo of Hogwarts being rebuilt. Several wizards stood beside the half-damaged castle and raised their wands. s position.

The war is over, and a thousand things are waiting to be done. This huge machine in the magic world has finally stopped its frightening and deformed operation. Everything is slowly recovering and moving in a good direction.

The destroyed buildings began to be rebuilt, the closed shops in Diagon Alley reopened, the government departments controlled by Voldemort gradually resumed normal work, and the people who woke up from the nightmare of war slowly healed their wounds.However, the damaged city and the collapsed political system can be repaired quickly, but the scars in the heart will take years, decades or even decades to gradually heal, but it cannot be completely healed. Those depressive years, deceased relatives and friends I will always fall into a dream at an inadvertent moment, tearing apart the seemingly happy life, and breaking my heart.

Riddle put down the newspaper and looked into the kitchen.Contrary to the quiet living room, the kitchen is in full swing. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the Weasley twins are discussing their holiday travel plans intensely around the dining table. They seem to be determined to give Draco a good shot. Pen; Mad-Eye Moody, Hagrid, Snape, Sirius and Tonks talked about the current situation in the wizarding world and Dumbledore's condition; Bill, who hurried back, carried a bag of special seasonings he had just bought Bao pushed open the kitchen door, and Mrs. Weasley took it, drenched in sweat, and closed the door to continue cooking.

He stared dreamily at the busy figure in the kitchen, where Harry and Regulus were helping Mrs Weasley chop an odd purple vegetable.Harry didn't use his wand, and his fingers slid across the top of the vegetable, and the vegetable split neatly into a dozen pieces.

Wait, when did Harry become wandless?He recalled the battle at the Ministry of Magic, and Harry, who was still Yaxley, seemed to be able to do magic without a wand... Riddle frowned, and decided to question him carefully.

"Come and eat, it's ready!" Mrs. Weasley called the people in the living room to come in for dinner. Riddle stood up and walked in, just in time to see Harry putting a plate of food on the table, and Ron Pulled him over and said excitedly: "Harry, we have decided that we will travel around the world during the holidays!"

Harry: "...Draco will be mad, really."

"No, listen to me, it's reasonable! You think, most European countries have been affected by the war, and they are all recovering now. It's definitely not appropriate to travel, so we might as well go a little further away..."

"But traveling the world is too..."

"And it's only December, and we don't start school until September—"

"Even so—"

"Harry, don't you want to visit Russia? And Sudan—India—China—Australia—America—Mexico—New Zealand—"

"Stop, I see, I will help you convince Draco."

"Yeah!" They clapped hands together.

Riddle calmly pulled the chair beside Harry and sat down, took his hand and kneaded it in his palm.Harry turned his head to look at him, and was about to turn back to talk to them, but Riddle quickly pulled his shoulders, pressed the back of his head and kissed him.

Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix coughed, turned their faces and pretended not to see anything.Harry blushed instantly and pushed him angrily, but Riddle nonchalantly brought him a plate, knife and fork, and urged him to eat quickly.

Harry glanced at the people around him, and they all resumed their conversations, pretending not to see his eyes, which made Harry roll his eyes inwardly, and glared at Riddle again.

"Why are you staring at me?" But the man pretended to be puzzled, stretched his legs and hooked Harry's legs, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against Harry's.

"...Can you eat well!" Harry whispered, turning his legs in the other direction, "Also, don't kiss me casually in public..."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, they all know about our relationship." Riddle didn't care, Harry felt that he was rubbing against his leg again, and just about to move, a hand stretched out and pressed his Thighs, stretched outwards.

"you--"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Harry took a hard bite of the steak and kidney pudding, gnashing his teeth.

His calf rubbed against the outside of his calf vaguely, his toes raised his trousers and lifted up a section, his toes lightly rubbed against his skin... Harry felt that he couldn't sit still, but Riddle held on His legs wouldn't let him move.He stroked his thigh slowly, Harry couldn't help but wince at the delicate and sensitive touch, and Riddle went too far, reaching between his legs with his left hand...

Harry stood up suddenly, nearly knocking over his chair.Everyone turned to look at him, and Harry said "I'm going to the bathroom" expressionlessly and hurried out of the restaurant.

Riddle continued to eat as if nothing had happened, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

Harry came back 10 minutes later, his expression still unchanged.As soon as he sat down on his seat, Riddle leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Come out so soon?"

"What?" Harry looked up innocently.Riddle raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when his expression froze suddenly and his eyes darkened.He looked viciously at the boy beside him, but the latter continued to eat as if nothing happened, his leg brushed against his leg, his ankle, his instep, and when he wanted to rub back At this time, Harry retreated away again, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Riddle gripped the knife and fork in his hand.He felt that Harry's dan seemed to be getting higher.

But it doesn't matter, he will cry later.

Riddle put down the cutlery, wiped his lips with a tissue, and waited for Harry to finish eating with a cold face.But Harry deliberately chatted loudly with Ron and the others, ignoring the man's hints from time to time, and there was more than half of it after half an hour of eating a bowl of noodles.

"Harry." Riddle finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he directly interrupted their conversation - otherwise they could still chat for three hours according to this trend.

"Sorry, Harry and I still have something to talk about, so I can't accompany you for the time being." He said politely to them, everyone nodded in understanding, but Harry complained dissatisfiedly: "We don't have anything to talk about -"

Without saying a word, Riddle took out the tableware in his hand and put it on the table, picked him up and walked out.

"Hey, hello! Put me down!" Harry patted his shoulder angrily, Riddle strode upstairs without saying a word, opened the door of the room and locked it behind his back, and threw him on the bed.

Harry was about to sit up reflexively, but a tall figure had already pressed him down.The frantic wind of kisses hit Harry like a tsunami, too urgent and violent for Harry to catch his breath. He turned his head from side to side, but no matter how hard he struggled, Riddle could always catch up to him, and what followed Angrier biting and seamless lick-sucking.

Their bodies were pressed together, Riddle's waist was sunk between his legs, and he ripped off his robe, stroking his skin hard, his lips moved down to kiss his chest.Harry felt hot all over, as if everything he touched was on fire, and the thing between his legs, which had just been roughly released in the toilet, was excited and desperately needed to be comforted.

"Do you feel that you have become stronger, huh? You will come back?" He took off his pants, pulled up his legs and pressed them against his chest.He poked his fingers in and tried to open it up. The boy trembled slightly and couldn't help moaning.Riddle leaned down and bit his collarbone heavily, and a circle of red marks immediately appeared on his fair skin.

"As long as you stop teasing and run away, you can talk about anything."

They made it through the night, and Harry begged Riddle to stop when he was running out of strength.And the other members of the Order of the Phoenix didn't ask them to come down for dinner even once as if they had made an appointment, but when Riddle opened the door, there was already a plate of dinner with a preservation spell on it.

"Harry, get up and eat." He put the dinner plate on the bedside table and patted the boy on the shoulder.The boy frowned and muttered, twisted his body to avoid his hand, rolled up the quilt and curled up to one side.

Riddle raised his eyebrows, sat down beside him, lifted the quilt and hugged him.Harry's body was covered with marks left by him, ambiguous and seductive, which made him unable to resist touching his forehead.

Feeling his touch, Harry opened his eyes blankly, fumbled for his glasses, put them on, and pulled the quilt back around his waist.Riddle moved a small table on the bed and placed the dinner plate in front of the two of them.Harry smelled the aroma of the food before he realized that he was really hungry, took the fork and gobbled it up.

"Eat slowly." He stroked his back, and Harry asked as he ate, "What time is it?"

"10:30."

"It's so late?" Harry was taken aback. "I slept for two hours?"

"Well, eat and go to sleep."

"...It looks like you have no common sense in life. You can't go to bed immediately after eating. It's not good for your health. In fact, it's not good to eat supper at night." Harry educated.

"By the way, Harry. I studied my new body while you were sleeping." Riddle's topic jumped so fast that Harry couldn't react for a while, "I found something interesting."

"What is it?" He asked casually, unaware of the danger coming.

"Actually, I have noticed it before. After finishing the soul shaping, I found that the memories of those soul pieces and the main soul have also been inherited by me." Riddle stopped here, and he held the boy with one hand right arm, and the other hand slid across him, lingering around his sensitive spots.Harry was made a little unsteady by him, and pressed his hand: "Uh, so what?...Wait, memory inheritance?!"

Only then did he realize what this meant, and hurriedly backed away, trying to escape, but was hugged tightly by Riddle.He set the dining table aside, rolled him over to sit in front of him, and stretched his legs by his side.

"Oh, now you know you're going to run away?" He stroked his cheek gently, twisting the end of his hair, "Seeing the Dark Mark on your body, I wanted to ask, what did you do with him? "

"I... the Dark Mark is really just for work!" Harry tried to save the situation, but Riddle obviously didn't intend to let him go easily.

"Oh, Harry, besides this, I hope you can explain these two things to me." Riddle said slowly, he took his hand and pressed it hard, Harry's brain felt a pain instantly, and both An image flashed before his eyes.

The first clip takes place in the dark of night, he is lying on the bed without defense and sleeping soundly.Arms wrapped him around him, and then the picture slowly zoomed in, until only his closed eyes remained... Harry suddenly realized that this was the night he entered the Pensieve to imitate Yaxley, and That's when Professor Black kissed him.

The next clip is in the bathroom of the Ministry of Magic, he is sitting almost naked on the sink and kissing him, while his hands are moving around him...

Harry knew he wouldn't be able to clean himself up even if he jumped into the English Channel.

"These...uh...these things happen for a reason, really they happen for a reason, I definitely didn't do it voluntarily!" Harry was struggling for the last time, Riddle gave him a cool look, and said in a cold voice: "If you do it voluntarily, I might Will consider locking you up."

Harry smiled dryly to avoid his horrified eyes, but Riddle leaned over and kissed him gently on the brow.

"Those days made you suffer, Harry. I won't let you suffer again." And won't let you go.

He hugged him tightly in his arms, and Harry could clearly hear his steady heartbeat, beating his chest like bells rippling in the sea waves, and it was transmitted to every corner of his world along with the sound waves.

Harry hugged him too, his eyes flushed, and he lowered his head into his chest.

He knew that he was almost trapped in a dark quagmire from which he could not escape.Harry couldn't imagine how he would face his life if his plan had failed.Voldemort's dying words remained in his mind. He said that he had tried to drag him into darkness, a haze as cruel as himself, and that once he fell, he could never return.

Fortunately he escaped.Good thing he can still see him.Fortunately, he was redeemed in the end.

Harry knew fate wasn't always on his side every time.There are countless possibilities for him to fall, and there is only a glimmer of life.

But he's still here in the end.

"But I'm really upset." Riddle frowned, propping his chin with one hand as if thinking about something, and finally made up his mind, "Harry, come with me to Malfoy Manor in a few days."

"Ah? Why?" Harry looked up, "Are you going to visit Malfoy and his son?"

"Well. By the way, let's borrow their room on the third floor."

"Why... wait, you don't mean to..." Harry's face suddenly changed.

"Of course I'm going to erase everything he's done from your mind." Riddle said rightly.

"You - you're crazy - don't you want to go to the Ministry of Magic toilets again?"

"Oh, of course." Harry's speechless expression made the man inexplicably upset, "Why, are you unhappy?"

"No, I just think you..." In some respects, he was paranoid to the point of childishness. Of course, Harry didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence. He quickly expressed that he was going to sleep and curled up in a ball under the quilt.Riddle wrapped his thin body in his arms, asked for a good night kiss and turned off the light.

good night my boy.

aftermath:

After entering his son's room, Lucius accidentally saw the letter paper he put on the table and couldn't help but take another look: "...a six-month round-the-world trip? Sponsored by the Malfoy family for 80.00% of the funds?"

What kind of friends does my son have...

It's just that after going to the bathroom, he found his father was reading a letter from a friend, just like Draco at the scene of catching rape: "...Dad, why did you peek at my letter."

Hurry up and beat him up.

Lucius coughed and said calmly, "I'm just cleaning up your desk for you, Draco. But the content of your letter..."

"Dad, don't blame them, it's my fault, I've already agreed." Draco said hastily.

Lucius: "..."

What kind of son did I raise...

Aftermath 2:

a few days later.

Lucius: "Draco, that... just now is really the master?"

Draco: "Yes, Dad. Do you remember that diary from before?"

Lucius was silent.

a few hours later.

"What the hell are they doing in the room?"

The author has something to say: the ending seems to imply the existence of ne....

Tomorrow there will be another chapter of almost [-] words

☆、Extra: My boyfriend is the Minister of Magic

Timeline: The Great War ends, Harry continues his sixth year at Hogwarts, and Riddle is Minister of Magic.

"Look, it's him!"

"The boy who saved the world..."

"Harry Potter! He's done it again..."

"I heard that he cooperated with another person? The one mentioned in Dumbledore's letter..."

"See, he's there!"

Harry sighed and looked down.At this moment, he wished he could find a hole to get in, or put on the cloak of invisibility and leave here immediately.He and Ron quickened their pace to the Potions classroom, but even if he sat in the classroom, he still couldn't escape the discussions behind him. Fortunately, he had been used to the feeling of being the center of attention since the first grade, and now it's not the same. So uncomfortable.

He thought that after the summer vacation, people's attention to this matter would decrease, but it was obvious that he was wrong.After several months of deliberation and reports by major media, people's curiosity about him has only increased, even more than ever.

"Potter, come and tell us what the formula of Felix Elixir is." Snape's greasy voice pulled his thoughts back, Harry stood up quickly, well, only Snape's attitude was still the same as before It's no different.

"I don't know, Professor."

"Ten points from Gryffindor because of your ignorance." Snape said coldly, with a mocking tone, "It seems that our great savior still hasn't made much progress in potions."

After he turned, Ron shook his fist at his back.

The task of this class is to prepare the euphoria. They open the textbook, take out the materials from the cabinet, and start to operate according to the content in the book.

"My opinion of Snape has changed a little bit, I mean, I've been impressed by his performance in the Order of the Phoenix." Ron said while cutting the beans, "but now it seems that he is as annoying as ever."

"He's actually a good guy, I think." Harry was thinking about the scene where he helped him escape at Malfoy Manor.

"Hey, you were just made things difficult by him!"

Harry shook his head without answering.After class, they walked out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs, and ran into a few low-grade Gryffindor girls they didn't know, and they surrounded Harry and Ron excitedly.

Ron touched his nose: "Well, I think they must be looking for you." Before Harry could respond, the group of girls started talking:

"Harry Potter! Are you Harry Potter!"

"I heard you're the new captain of the Gryffindor team, right?"

"When are you going to draft players? We're all interested!"

"Ah, it's really the first time to see him so close!"

Harry was overwhelmed by their questions, so he had no choice but to answer patiently: "There will be an audition tomorrow, if you are interested, you can come and participate."

"He answered me! He talked to me!" A girl blushed and shouted excitedly.Ron glanced at Harry and patted him on the shoulder, seeming to have some pity: "Just wait, Harry, on the day of the player selection, I can guarantee that hundreds of people will come to sign up and visit."

"Oh, that was a nightmare."

After dinner they sat in the lounge and did their homework.Ever since Hermione and Draco went public with their relationship - to everyone's surprise, at least it took Ron a couple of days to get over it, and Harry heard that Pansy had smashed a vase - she didn't have much to do with them. Stayed together, although she was still together during class, but after class—such as now, she stayed with Draco more in the library.

"Malfoy must think it's boring—staying in the library with Hermione every day, I mean, playing ball is obviously more interesting than reading." Ron gloated a little.

"He's the captain of the Slytherin team now, too, and don't forget, Slytherin is all the Firebolts... I think this Quidditch Cup will be very close."

"Oh, my God, I almost forgot about this one." Ron put down the quill, he looked very worried, "I wanted to participate in the selection, er, I just had this idea, don't use this looking at me like that... well, I know it's kind of stupid, but I just wanted to give it a try..."

"Of course I didn't mean to laugh at you! That's great, you should really try it, I mean, I think you're fine." Harry grinned, and Ron was visibly relieved.

After returning to the dormitory, Harry changed into his pajamas and sat on the bed. He took out a small mirror from his schoolbag, used his earplugs to listen, and then called out to the mirror: "Tom?"

The silver mirror flashed, and a man's handsome face appeared in front of his eyes.Riddle seemed to be still in the office of the Ministry of Magic. On the table were several packs of instant coffee packages that had been opened and a stack of bulging briefcases. He was marking documents with a quill pen, and seemed a little tired.

"Good evening, Harry."

"Why are you still working so late? Don't you ever take a break?" Harry asked scoldingly as soon as he came up, with obvious worry and dissatisfaction in his tone. Riddle pressed his eyebrows, put down his pen, and crossed his fingers together.

"I've been busy lately these days because there's a big event... well, I think you'll know what it is soon, Harry."

"What is it?" Harry's curiosity was immediately aroused.

"Oh, you can guess." Riddle raised the corner of his mouth, and he leaned back, leaning back on the chair.

"Will there be a reward for guessing correctly?"

"Have."

"Really?" Harry immediately became interested, he thought for a while, and asked, "Hmm...could it be a fellowship with another school?"

"The Triwizard Tournament only happens every five years, Harry."

"Uh, could it be that you are going abroad for diplomacy again?"

"The next communication with the Polish Ministry of Magic will be in three months, but it has nothing to do with you. Harry, it has something to do with you." Riddle tried to persuade, he looked more lazy, and let Harry There was an urge to pounce on him and bite him.

"It has something to do with me...the media is going to interview me again?" Harry hoped it would be better not to be this kind of thing, he really didn't like being the center of attention.

"A few days ago, several newspapers wanted to visit you, but I blocked them all." Riddle took a sip