the Gambler

Voldemort knelt down, grabbed Harry's hair and pulled the boy in front of him, sticking out his tongue to lick the blood on the other's face.A low, hoarse voice drilled into Harry's ears: "Harry, submit to me. Maybe I will consider giving you a chance to survive."

"Go away, Voldemort!" Harry spat.

"Unclean mouth, huh?" Voldemort's wand pressed hard into Harry's throat, and he struggled violently from the pain of the blocked windpipe.The corner of the man raised his mouth, his scarlet eyes slowly slid across Harry's sweaty forehead, he stretched out his finger, Draco didn't know what happened, Harry suddenly seemed to be in great pain, his whole body twitched Stop, blood is continuously flowing out from the torn scar.

"Didn't he teach you to be polite?" Voldemort's soft words made Draco tremble uncontrollably.He had a vague feeling that the 'he' was Gaunt.There was something wrong with the Dark Lord's mood, even he could tell.

"I-I'm sorry," Harry said back through his teeth, "our relationship doesn't require politeness."

"Your relationship?" Voldemort turned cold.

"Yes, lover relationship." The door of the carriage was opened by the huge magic power, Draco looked up along the fluttering robe, Gaunt's blue diamond eyes were like endless black holes because of anger, "touch him I'll make you pay for it."

"You really tied yourself to that brat?" Voldemort cast a sidelong glance at Harry, who was panting heavily, and refocused on Tom. "You let me down, Tom."

Draco frowned. Why did the Dark Lord call Gaunt Tom?All of Hogwarts knew him as Marvolo Gaunt.Or that wasn't the brunette Slytherin's real name at all, and why was he hiding his name?Worried about being discovered by Dumbledore?If this is the case, the principal will not tell the public that Gaunt is his distant relative. Voldemort and Dumbledore's blood relationship is definitely the most ridiculous joke he has ever heard in his life.

And no one knew that the Dark Lord had an heir.Yes, even his father, who was his second-in-command, didn't know. These were Draco's own guesses. This conclusion was confirmed after seeing Voldemort's face with his own eyes. They looked like they were carved out of the same mold. !Even more exaggerated than the similarities between Draco and Lucius!Merlin, no one would doubt the relationship between the two.

But Gaunt and Harry were on the same page.This is a bit wrong. It should be more accurate to say that Gaunt does not seem to be on the side of Voldemort, and his position has always been confusing.Second, if Gaunt is serious, he is now in a relationship with Harry.Oh my gosh, that sounds even more absurd than Voldemort and Dumbledore being related by blood!What is this, a modern Romeo and Juliet?

Muggle books are sometimes good, don't doubt Malfoy's taste.

Draco felt that he was about to be stunned by waves of shock, and he stole a glance at Harry, who seemed to be recovering his appearance during his mental struggle, although his fingers kept trembling, and even The wand seemed to be barely stuck between the fingers.Harry's tolerance for pain is far stronger than that of ordinary people. If he is trembling like a sieve, it must be very, very painful.Draco flinched.

"Time for a good chat," Voldemort suggested, tapping the tip of his wand on his palm. "A private conversation."

Draco's eyes widened, and in the next second, white light shot into his chest, and the darkness slowly swallowed his sanity.The last sight seen was of Voldemort grabbing Harry and disappearing into thin air with Tom.

It was still the grassy cemetery, and among the crooked tombstones stood Harry's marble tombstone, which was once bound with ropes.Seeing Tom Riddle's name on the tablet, both Slytherins snorted at the same time.Tom let Harry lean against him, and the other's wide eyes showed that he still hadn't woken from the nightmare, after all, it was the first time the boy witnessed the death of a classmate.

"Can't you choose a better place?" Tom knocked the boy out while Harry wasn't looking, gently placed him on the relatively flat grass, and added a protective spell.

"What is your purpose? To provoke Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix?"

"You know the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort took a step forward. "Tell me where the headquarters are."

"Order me? Really?" Tom leaned back, too. "I'm not going to tell you the address directly. That wouldn't be fun."

"This will end the war early, don't you want to rule the world? I can promise to give you everything you want." Voldemort persuaded patiently, although his nerves told himself that it would be useless, he still wanted to make a last-ditch effort, after all, with himself Confrontation is so weird!Voldemort made a compromise offer, "I would even spare Harry's life."

"Put Harry under house arrest? Oh, I don't think so. Maybe you should pay attention to the way you address him. If you call him Potter, I can trust you more." Tom looked at Voldemort's expressionless face, and suddenly Grinning, "You said, you know me as I know you. Neither of us is the type to compromise, Voldemort."

"But I'm still a little different from you," Tom continued. "I promised you the second half of the prophecy, remember?"

Voldemort's red eyes twinkled.

"The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord draws near. He was born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times. Born at the end of the seventh month, the Dark Lord marked him as a rival. He has powers that the Dark Lord does not know. One of the Must die at the hands of the other, because two people cannot live at the same time, one always dies."

"That Potter must die!" Voldemort turned sharply, and the green light at the tip of his wand was deflected by Tom's sudden impact.Voldemort snarled at Tom, "I'm going to kill Potter!"

"I won't allow it!" roared Tom, the red light from his wand being easily deflected by Voldemort.Now the two of them drew a certain distance, looking at each other with gloomy and gloomy eyes.Voldemort's eyes alternated between Harry and Tom, and finally heaved a long sigh.

"You're crazy," said Voldemort, pacing slowly around Tom. "You know he's capable of killing us. Love is a poor thing, and like Merope Gaunt, you'll be too. Weakness. Harry Potter will be your weakness."

"He is also my armor." Tom held his wand to his chest, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I will not be killed by him, only you will be killed."

"The prophecy is certain, Tom. We're one and the same. That's a clear fact, you have to admit it. Either Potter dies or we die."

"You told me that Dumbledore found a way to send me back, remember?" Tom sneered and threw a spell, and Voldemort waved it away again, "I can have a chance to be reborn, of course, I want to bring Together with Harry. The prophecy wouldn't hold true if it didn't exist in one time and space at the same time."

"You mean, I exist here, and you and Potter go back to the past?" Voldemort frowned, this idea is not unacceptable, but Harry is not such a person, he shook his head, "This is impossible, He wouldn't want to leave someone he loves with you. He's too Gryffindor."

"He's not that Gryffindor." Tom said, "War can cut off all his links. If there is nothing in this time and space that makes him miss, he will naturally go back with me." The boy smiled smugly, with a cold light in his eyes Chilling, "Harry loves me dearly and we'll be the perfect couple. Then the dream of world domination won't take so long."

Voldemort brushed off the displeasure at Tom's declaration of love for Harry and continued to wait for his younger self to speak.

"You can also see his potential." Tom walked up to Harry, and he didn't give Voldemort's attention. Li looked particularly obtrusive, "Under my training, he has grown so much in just two years."

"Then I should kill him." Voldemort said calmly, raising his wand to his chest again. "Don't you feel contradictory. If you and Potter are in the same time and space, the effect of prophecy is attached to you body. If you die in the past, I have no future."

"Looks like I got it right." Tom raised his head, and this time his whole body was filled with heavy magic power. Under his influence, Harry struggled to wake up.The other two showed surprised expressions. After all, not everyone can break through the spell, let alone it was cast by the Dark Lord.But Harry still proves that he has the power to make the impossible possible.

Tom chuckled; Harry always surprised him.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort impatiently interrupted their ambiguous gaze, which made him even more uncomfortable.

"I will kill you and stay in this time and space with Harry."

The open field gave Harry and Tom the opportunity to fully display their talents. The intimate and tacit cooperation between the two made Voldemort a little overwhelmed. Half a meter long wound.Voldemort's pupils shrunk into a thin slit, and the words that spewed out of his mouth slipped into the characteristic hiss of snakes due to anger. He swung his wand vigorously, and the golden light penetrated between the two, Harry and Tom turned in opposite directions dodge.

Voldemort's face turned cold: "There is something wrong. You are too powerful."

It was addressed to Tom.Like he pointed out, Harry's shock was only well concealed, and he was also curious that, yes, he wouldn't have been able to stand up to Voldemort without Tom at all.

Tom shrugged: "Praise yourself? Wow~ I now suspect that Harry's guess is correct, maybe you are really crazy."

"Even as a 16-year-old me, your magic base is too unscientific." Voldemort didn't care about Tom's sarcasm, his bloody eyes examined him from head to toe, "Admitting this makes me feel sick, but I didn't Such a powerful force."

"What do you mean?" Harry finally couldn't help interjecting, and the trend became more and more weird.

Voldemort's brows were knit together, looking haunted by a great mystery, and even his voice became ethereal, and Harry could read the uncertainty lurking beneath.

"who are you?"