the Gambler

Tom occupied the sofa closest to the window in the Black family library, and he could see through the bright glass the thick blanket of snow that was spread across the roof and the road outside.Grimmauld Place is located in the streets of Muggle London, who would have thought that there was another world hidden just across the wall?Two brothers and sisters about six or seven years old ran out of the house with red eaves, and their fierce play shook off the snow on the nearby Yunsong.The little girl took a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his brother's collar, and the boy let out a shrill cry.This made the girl smile even more.

Useless trash, just like your parents.Tom sneered, shifted his position, and dozed comfortably with his feet on the arm of the sofa.He has always disliked New Years, the poor man begging gods who don't exist to give him a new year of happy life.It's so ironic, don't they even have the courage to create their own happiness?Tom opened the only book on soul mates he had just found, and it was the same explanation—the most complementary soul avatar.

Tom lazily turned the page, and there seemed to be no more suitable explanation.He pricked up his ears, and the familiar sound of footsteps outside the door came from far to near. The next moment, the carved wooden door was thrown open vigorously by someone who came, and Harry's unique magical power faintly dispersed in the air.Tom propped himself up, and before he could turn around, the boy came up behind him, his heart itching with warm breath.

"Today is New Year's Eve, Tom!" Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's neck from behind, and the warmth radiated to the latter through the fabric. The handsome wizard staggered and held the boy's body, "We have to celebrate!"

"Actually, there is only one more day until New Year's Eve, and tomorrow night is New Year's Eve, dear."

"Oh, don't be so harsh," Harry turned the watch on his hand, "the next day is two minutes away. Why are you staying in the library so late, approaching Hermione? I don't know if you are The jack-of-all-trades type."

"You know I've never had a good time with New Years or anything like that."

Harry wrinkled his nose and snapped his fingers. Dobby and Klicer appeared in front of them carrying a huge cake, with the words 'Happy Birthday Tom' crookedly written on it with dark green jam. With an unlit candle.It took Harry three hours to make this by himself. Although it didn't look very beautiful, he believed that it tasted absolutely delicious. He wanted to give Tom a birthday first. After all, 17 years old is very important to wizards.

Even the future Dark Lord.In fact, Harry should have celebrated each other's Bar Mitzvahs last year - Tom's real birthday was a day away - rather than delaying it, but then they were gearing up to strangle each other.

"I don't understand what this means to you." Tom's cold tone shattered Harry's beautiful fantasy, and with the crisp sound of the armrest being snapped off, he could see the disgust and anger flowing quietly in the other's eyes It seemed to be colder than the bone-chilling chill outside.

"It's your birthday, Tom!" Harry grabbed Tom's hands, which he avoided.

"I know better than you." Tom suppressed the anger in his heart. Harry didn't know anything, and he couldn't vent his anger on the other party.Slytherin took a deep breath, refocused his eyes on the panicked boy, and said in as calm a voice as possible: "My birthday is nothing to celebrate, I don't know where you got the news, maybe Dumbledore? No, Harry, I'm not happy at all, and he should have told you that I was abandoned in the London Orphanage that day by that woman called Mother."

"I know, Tom, but Merope was your mother, and she loved you enough to bring you into this world—"

"Don't be silly, I just got it from her using a love potion to confuse that dirty and filthy Muggle. If she really loved me, she shouldn't let me end up on a snowy street! She's a witch, a woman with great A witch of Slytherin blood, yet she chose to give up life after giving birth to me! Toss me - her own son - to those disgusting magic-hating Muggles, you don't know what my childhood was How did you spend it!"

"She's weak, Tom, and she traded Slytherin's locket for ten Galleons when her mana was exhausted. I know it's a stupid deal, but she persisted until she gave birth to you! Weakness made her useless." I can’t continue to live to take care of you. I don’t know what she thinks. Perhaps this deformed love has consumed too much of her confidence and made her lose the courage to live. However, she loves you, and I never gave birth to her. The Muggles saw this memory—"Harry put his arms around the angry Tom, and gently circled the latter's back like a comforting child,"—she still looked at her with eyes full of love before she died. Looking at you. She loves you, Tom. Even if you think this day means nothing, it means a lot to me. I appreciate you coming."

Harry pulled Tom's head down and kissed him: "I love you, Tom."

Tom's heart beat fast, and his chest heaved comfortably, as if thousands of butterflies were fluttering at once.He put his hand on his heart, and the touch there was so real that he couldn't help but smile.He looked up into Harry's beautiful eyes, and it was hard to breathe because of the love in them.Tom felt like he was almost melting.

Harry is emotionally like a real Gryffindor, so brave, so flamboyant, and so sincere, anyone who is deeply loved by him will get supreme happiness.But that precious gift can only be accepted by Tom.

The best birthday present, maybe fate doesn't hate him so much.Tom wouldn't forgive Merope Gaunt for this, but he still thanked the woman for giving him life and giving him the chance to meet Harry.A little romantic?possible.Tom is not a person who is good at expressing emotions. Harry is different. He ignores the dangerous thorns outside and pulls himself out of the hard shell tower, opening his arms to give him a warm embrace.Harry was the only soft part in him.If he was sent back to the past, as Voldemort assumed, he didn't know if he would still be able to accept the love of others.Harry is unique and no one can dim his brilliance.And Tom, he only wants the best.

Tom pulled Harry into his lap and sat facing him, and he liked how suddenly he felt uncomfortable, like a strayed traveler into the unknown.Tom chuckled, and his lips brushed casually against Harry's neck, and he could feel the muscles under his palms stiffen even more.He liked Harry's jerky, even after being together for a long time, the boy was still shy from being too close.This made Harry look more clean and pure, in contrast to Tom's already filthy soul.Perhaps this is the reason for soul complementarity?He stretched out his left hand to wrap around Harry's waist, and his right hand slowly slid down the back of his neck and down his spine suggestively, groping section by section.

"Tom!" Harry grabbed the fidgeting hand angrily, and laughed uncontrollably because of the itching. He tried to break free from the boy's arms, considering that the other party was trying to turn the simple playful into an ambiguous one.

Tom has a knack for making all physical contact sexual.Harry didn't know how to describe his feelings, hate?No.like?nor.That actually bothered him a bit, especially when he had to deal with minor issues himself.The slightly complaining look in Harry's eyes made Tom go further and further. He began to plant a series of light kisses on the cheek along the boy's contour line, and Harry couldn't restrain his slight panting——

"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Harry jumped up from Tom's knees like an arrow, and looked at the open door in horror. Sirius accepted the godson's gaze with an embarrassed expression. He looked a little at a loss, but Harry knew very well that men would not be confused just because they encountered such things. The type of footing.Hermione came out from behind Sirius with a blushing face. She lowered her head and kept sliding back and forth on the floor with her toes. Finally, she stammered an explanation that she wanted to surprise Harry and ran away in a hurry.

Tom narrowed his eyes dissatisfied with the status quo, and a pleasant smile suddenly spread across his face.This is absolutely the best birthday present ever.Yes, out of the corner of his eye he saw long fiery red hair flashing past Black's back.

Ginny Weasley.

A witch who has had a crush on Harry for many years and is ignorant of current affairs.For Merlin's sake, he had already taught the girl a lesson, well, the one who really did it was himself in the diary.Everyone knew that the Dark Lord's possessions were the last thing Xiao could think about.At this point, maybe she really fits the characteristics of Gryffindor, reckless and brave.Tom got up and put his arms around Harry's shoulders, pushed away Sirius who was blocking the way domineeringly, and rolled his big eyes under the latter's angry gaze.

Yes, he might be a little into the birthday thing.

The next day, everyone wisely avoided the topic, and Ginny and Hermione's eyes were evasive, unwilling to stop at the rumored protagonist for even a moment.Ron and the other Weasleys seemed oblivious to this, and they were all chatting enthusiastically about the latest Quidditch news.Tom's hand under the table slid into Harry's palm and clenched it, who returned a small smile, and the boy still wasn't over the embarrassment of being caught.

"I'm going to unwrap the New Year's presents later!" Ron swallowed his porridge and shouted excitedly, pointing at the pile of presents in the corner of the living room. Unpack in the living room.

After sorting out what belonged to him, Harry still felt a little regretful, after all, he also wanted a gift from Tom, even though the latter repeatedly expressed his complete dislike for the New Year.The old god who received the condemnation from the eyes was looking at the clear sky outside the window, and only smiled when a snow-white owl flew in through the open window.Hedwig flapped her wings and stopped in front of Harry, stretching out her right foot tied with a newspaper.

"Open it, Harry, it's my first New Year's present for you."

Harry frowned, but followed the instructions anyway.

"Tom!" Harry hugged the handsome wizard leaning against the wall. He was still holding today's "Daily Prophet". title, and officially changed his name to Marvolo Gunter', the following probably uses a few words to describe how Marvolo Gunter is a handsome, good-natured, gentle and humble wizard, as the oldest wizard in the magic world One of the bloodlines of Hogwarts, a descendant of Slytherin among the four giants of Hogwarts, the boy opened the vault of Slytherin with his own blood this morning under the witness of Gringotts chief goblin Griphook, and completed the bloodline certification ceremony.Our reporter Rita Skeeter said that she saw the locket representing the Slytherin family heirloom also appeared on the young Marvolo's neck.Immediately afterwards, the witch used her sharp brushwork to tell the secret relationship between Prince Slytherin and the savior, and even spanned several pages.Merlin, even Harry himself didn't know they had such a vigorous 'love'.

None of this is the point.The point is that Tom not only shady Voldemort, but also announced his half-blood identity to the outside world.

Warmth welled up in Harry's heart, perhaps Tom was slowly changing.

"Seventeenth birthday is a big moment, isn't it?" Tom smiled. "Voldemort wouldn't know that such a big news was coming to him."