the Gambler

Things are like a runaway wild horse, out of control.

Tom had never felt so bored.Voldemort, Dumbledore, Harry and himself, the gambling game belonging to the four has been fully opened.He should be excited, so many years of tedious waiting seems to pay off in a short period of time, smart gamblers, expensive chips, the excitement of dying - but he still can't laugh.

Voldemort's side went smoothly as expected.Tom repeatedly reminded the other party of his soul mate relationship with Harry, coupled with the surge in magic power, Voldemort really pointed the answer to the integrity of the soul. If the man still had doubts at the beginning, now he will not hesitate to absorb the soul piece. Strength will always be another weakness of his.Voldemort would not accept anyone reaching his height, not even Tom.Only if he is so powerful that he will consider finding another way to live forever.

The Slytherin locket deepened Voldemort's trust and suspicion of him at the same time, but perception was insignificant, and Tom was only concerned with his own plans.Voldemort is no different from ordinary people now.

In addition, the relationship between Harry and himself has been irreparably cracked because of Voldemort's tricks.Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they are very difficult to remove.

Harry was out of his grasp, the boy with the beautiful emerald eyes had been a wild card, his timing was unpredictable, and he needed to get Harry back.There is no other way for him to relax than total control and possession.Tom needs a bold decision, one that could cost him everything.The handsome wizard pressed his forehead against the cold glass. Two mermaids passed by with their tails flicking outside. They were startled by his sudden ferocious smile and quickly retreated more than ten meters away.

Yes, if it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.However, when successful, the results are also most fruitful.

Madness has always been in the blood of the Gunter family.

The sun is viciously baking the asphalt road, and there is a faint heat coming from the ground that exudes a pungent rubber smell.This is unusually hot for London, which is shrouded in dark clouds all year round, and there is not even half a person on the street.On both sides of the road are neatly arranged two-storey bungalows, and each house has an exquisite and beautiful small courtyard in front of it, which is full of various lush plants. This should be a natural sight, but under such sunlight, Even the poor flowers, hidden under the leaves, were sickly.

Facing the intersection of the street is a yellow-brown bungalow. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary house. The only thing that stands out is their courtyard, which is the most beautiful courtyard on the whole street. Green vines stand upright On the grape trellis, the tenacious creature seems to have plans to climb along the wall and enter the open window above.All in all, it was a lively place, and the owners of the house must have been knowledgeable gardeners, or their nephews were.

The open window belonged to the Dursleys' domineering son, Dudley.Boys as fat as baby elephants snored on the soft sheets, occasionally reaching to scratch their bare//exposed skin.His T-shirt doesn't look like it's able to cover the big fat, maybe it shouldn't be called clothes, it's just a ball of fabric.Dudley muttered something in his sleep, rolled over and continued snoring.He, like his parents in the next bedroom, was unaware that across the road from their house stood a wizard in a cloak and hood, completely wrapped in black cloth, the only exposed The blue eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake.

Yes, exactly the same scene as Harry remembered.

Tom waved his wand, his robe changed into a fine suit, and he didn't care if anyone around him saw him, and he walked towards the Dursleys' house with his head held high.The black-haired Slytherin stretched out his left hand, and golden magic lines appeared in front of his eyes, swimming like waves.This was supposed to be a powerful magic, but because of Harry's departure, it seemed to be in vain.Yes, he had made sufficient preparations for today, and he also guessed that the person who put up the barrier was Dumbledore. Except for that old and cunning wizard, no one could protect the young Harry from Voldemort.

The wizard reached out and pressed the bright red button on the door plate, and the harsh ringing of the doorbell made his ears hurt.There were pattering footsteps inside, and a man so fat that he could barely see his neck opened the door with a bulging beer belly. His small black eyes glanced at Tom's crisp suit, and he was interested in the fine fabric and Sophisticated tailoring seems to be satisfied.Vernon wiped his hands on his baggy shirt and smirked what he thought was kind. "Who are you looking for?"

Tom tilted his head in thought for a while, and reached out to lift up his gold-rimmed glasses. On his ring finger, a ring inlaid with a huge ruby ​​shone seductively in the sunlight.Vernon's eyes were straightened, and his demeanor immediately became so respectful that even the initial impatience disappeared.Tom straightened up and said softly, "I'm looking for Mr. Vernon Dursley. I heard he's the director of the Groning Company."

"I'm Vernon Dursley." Vernon rubbed his hands excitedly. It seemed that this young boy was a big client. He knew that some rich kids would look younger than the average person, and this was probably the case at hand.

"Ah, it's an honor to meet you. I'm Marvolo Gunter." Tom smiled, "Maybe you don't mind inviting me in? You see, I just took over the family business and I urgently need a large batch of drill bits, but I don't quite know how it works. A friendly colleague kindly recommended me Groening."

"Of course, our company's drill bits are the best." Vernon enthusiastically welcomed Tom into the room, and winked at Petunia who was standing on the stairs watching.It was a woman who was the complete opposite of Vernon, tall and thin, with a slender neck, and she looked like the type who would gossip everywhere.Tom looked up and smiled at the woman, and Petunia straightened up and returned a sweet smile.As he passed the hallway, he paused for a moment in front of a cupboard full of locks.

"Hope this question doesn't offend you, what are so many locks for?"

The muscles in the Dursleys' faces stiffened for a moment.

"There used to be a disobedient vicious dog here," Vernon smiled wryly, his mustache trembling from his snort, "we were worried that it might bite our guests."

"A beautiful house, very cozy." Tom commented, his eyes swept across the picture frames above the fireplace, each of which contained the Dursleys, and it seemed that the only one who hadn't appeared was Harry's cousin Dudley up.He was pretty sure that the one upstairs snoring loudly was the fat pig in the photo.

"Thank you for the compliment." Petunia put the excellent Darjeeling black tea next to the saucer filled with round biscuits.Tom noticed that at that moment, she had put on light makeup on her face, and even changed her skirt.Petunia walked over to Vernon and sat down, looking at Tom equally expectantly.The boy raised his chin and lazily scanned the food in front of him, without any intention of doing anything. Vernon bent his arm and bumped Petunia lightly. The latter quickly said, "Is this not to your taste?"

"Actually, they look delicious, but that's not what I'm here for," said Tom absent-mindedly. "I've got more important things to do."

"Of course!" Vernon said excitedly, and the fat on his chin twitched, "For a busy person like you, the schedule must be full. Why don't we make a long story short and get straight to the point?" Vernon Nong had never seen such a straightforward buyer, and the flattery he had prepared was unnecessary.

"I think so too." Tom whispered something in Latin, and the Dursleys screamed and were tied to the sofa. Their voices woke Dudley up, and he also wobbled down the stairs. The scene let out a mournful cry, and fell to the ground tremblingly.Tom glanced at Dudley in disgust, and waved his arms. Dudley was pulled by invisible hands and dragged along the floor to the middle of the living room.His horrified gaze flicked back and forth between his parents and Tom, before finally settling on Petunia, who obviously looked the least frightening.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to us?" Petunia shrieked. "It must be that little bastard Harry, he must be looking for someone to get back at us, that ungrateful fellow we've kept for so long time!"

"You mean living under cupboards and eating hard food?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

"We do not--"

"Huh?" Tom responded lazily, and the sudden cold light made the Dursleys shut their mouths quickly.He fished out the wand in his pocket, which he had snatched from the Hogsmeade Death Eater attack, and Merlin knew who it belonged to.But none of that matters, Tom will make the stick work.

"Would you like to guess who I am? Petunia Evans."

"I don't know!" Petunia stared at the wand pointed at her in horror, her face turned pale, "I don't know who you are!"

"Oh, you know me," said Tom cheerily, "after all I'm the reason Dumbledore hid Harry here. Say it, Evans, say my name."

"V-Voldemort?" Petunia stammered, blowing her nose, "but it can't be, he's very old!"

"The fact that I have eternal life sounds incredible, doesn't it?" said Tom. "If magic exists, immortality is not a big deal. There is nothing magic can't do."

"What are you doing here? That guy isn't here." Penny's teary eyes flickered. "We don't know where he is!"

"You're lying." Tom could easily see the picture in the woman's mind. Dumbledore's interference was deeper than he imagined. Petunia seemed to know what happened to Harry all these years, which made him doubt the other party's sincerity. .According to Harry's description, Petunia has always hated all things magic like the plague.Tom repeated: "You're lying. Tell me where Harry Potter is!"

"I don't know!" Petunia yelled, sobbing in pain under Tom's fierce gaze, leaning against Vernon's huge body.

"Don't lie to me, you still want to see—" Tom kicked Dudley, under the Cruciatus Curse, the boy let out a creepy scream, and he stopped his wand. At this moment, the Dursleys looked very pale Ashen ashes, not even a trace of blood can be seen on his face.Tom chuckled. "He never wanted to feel that torture again."

"Tell him, Petunia, that old goat—where Derry said it!" bellowed Vernon, casting a nervous glance at Dudley's panting body.

"Would you kill him?" Petunia asked cautiously. "Would you?"

"You already know the answer, why ask?"

"Then you'll kill us too." Petunia was already in tears, her lips were trembling, and she seemed to have no strength left to utter the next sentence.Both Vernon and Dudley looked at the woman in shock, and Petunia continued in a low voice, "As Lily said, Voldemort hates us Muggles, no one can escape from him, and he will kill all wizards and Muggles who resist." Tortured to death." She sniffed heavily, "You'll kill us whether I tell you where Harry is hiding or not."

Tom tapped impatiently on the arm of the sofa.

"I won't tell you." Petunia bit her lower lip and said firmly, "At least this way, I can get revenge on the world that took Lily from me! Dumbledore will kill you! Harry will kill you too." You, he is the son of prophecy, he will kill you!"

"Very brave, Evans. I will give you a happy death." Tom murmured, the green light shot from the tip of the staff went straight into the chests of the Dursleys, and their lives were instantly taken away. Their bulky bodies Falling to the ground, the light in his eyes also disappeared.The wizard raised the corners of his mouth, bowed slightly, and placed a bouquet of beautiful lilies on Petunia's chest.

"To my love." Zhang Yang's words appeared out of nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared without a trace.