the Gambler

Harry was standing in that stomach-twitching office again, those bright pinks and exaggerated lace raping his eyeballs as always.Umbridge grabbed Harry's arm with great force to check the scar on it. Harry wondered if it would be the size of a steamed bun tomorrow.The pudgy witch had a disgusting smile on her face, as if she had just stolen a fly's toad//toad, and her sticky voice came slowly into Harry's ears.

"It seems more obvious, my dear Mr. Potter, I believe this sentence has been etched in your heart? Don't lie again."

Harry replied vaguely.Umbridge obviously liked this show of submission, and she laughed even more disgustingly.

"Same time and same place tomorrow."

"I see, Umbridge—" Harry added, suppressing his anger, "Good night, Professor."

"Good night, Mr Potter."

Harry rushed out of the office quickly, today was an hour later than last time, and it was already curfew time, the entire castle was empty, only the sound of Harry's hurried footsteps could be heard, he grabbed the underside of his robe to prevent himself from tripping, now He wanted to go back and rest quickly.Turning the corner on the third floor, he collided heavily with the oncoming person, and they both cried out in pain at the same time.Harry quickly got up from the ground and wanted to apologize to the other party, but he heard an all-too-familiar annoying voice.

"Damn you, don't you have eyes? I'll definitely deduct your points—Potter?" Malfoy's hair fell down and drooped over his eyes because of the accident just now, and he looked into Harry's eyes Strangely, Harry suddenly realized that the other party hadn't bothered him since the train incident.

"Malfoy." Harry greeted angrily.

"You're on a night tour again?" Malfoy put on a familiar haughty attitude, suddenly remembering why Harry was here at night, with a sarcastic smile on his pointed face, "Oh, Umbridge's confinement. "

Harry was too tired to argue with Malfoy, so he asked casually, not really wanting to know: "But you, why are you wandering around outside at this hour?"

Malfoy seemed caught off guard by Harry's sudden question, whispering, "I need to calm down," Harry nodded, and Malfoy continued, "Hey, Potter, what do you think of Riddle? "

"Marvolo? Why are you asking me?"

"You are the closest person to him, and I want to know your opinion." Malfoy's pale face was flushed slightly, and Harry suddenly realized that the other party's blushing was obvious, especially his skin was more than normal Boys are much paler, and Harry himself is a healthy tan, which may have a lot to do with his Quidditch practice.

"Insidious and cunning, cruel and cold-blooded, scheming, good at using everything available to achieve his own goals, if someone stands in his way, he will never be soft-"

"Not one good point?" Malfoy raised half of his eyebrows. He carefully scrutinized Harry's expression to make sure the other party was telling the truth. "Then why did you fall in love with him?"

"What? We're not a couple. For Merlin's sake, we're not gay!" Harry said in astonishment, he would still blush when facing Cho Chang, and Tom, well, Tom should be bisexual, "Why do you all think we are a couple?"

"He's especially—er, gentle—with you?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Malfoy rubbed his arms uneasily avoiding Harry's questioning eyes. "I should go back."

Harry grabbed Malfoy's sleeve, the serious expression and the green eyes in the moonlight made the latter stiff.He took a step towards Malfoy, blocking his way: "Tell me, Malfoy, what's going on—his Slytherin tune?"

"—No, what? You knew he was going to do that to us, and he didn't stop?" Malfoy looked at Harry in astonishment, disbelief and—betrayal?Harry frowned, he didn't feel like he had promised the other person anything.Malfoy raised his voice: "I thought you were a goddamn saint, and you wouldn't spread your personal grievances to the entire academy! Well, I misread you, you are Gryffindor, and naturally you want us to suffer!"

Harry felt very subtle. Although Malfoy's words were more like insults, it sounded like he was a pretty good person in Malfoy's eyes?This is so weird.Harry put the weird feeling aside and asked the other: "What happened to you?"

"No, nothing happened." Malfoy was caught by Harry again as he walked around, "Let me go, Potter."

"No, obviously something serious has happened, otherwise you wouldn't be calming down in the castle in the middle of the night," Harry said firmly.

"Damn it, can't you just give up? I won't say a word!" Malfoy moved to the side, Harry also moved to block the boy, Malfoy's anger was obvious, he blushed and shouted at Harry Shout, "I don't want to say it, put it down, Potter, I won't say a word!"

Harry recalled the two absent seats on the Slytherin table yesterday, and said affirmatively, "Parkinson and Flint. They are the two who were punished."

Malfoy's body froze for a moment.

"For Salazar's sake! Ask Riddle!" he said despondently. "Don't hang on to me."

"I'm sorry." Harry apologized.

"For what?" Malfoy was confused by the sudden apology. He stopped struggling and looked down at Harry's expression carefully. The other party seemed sincere and guilty, but Potter said that he had nothing to do with Riddle. No, Malfoy frowned, "You're not a saint, you don't need to apologize for Riddle's actions."

"I'm probably the main reason for his mood swings." Harry admitted that Tom didn't like being restrained, because of the relationship between Headmaster Dumbledore, he barely restrained himself by Harry's side, and Harry knew that his pleasure yesterday must be It had a lot to do with releasing the pressure just now, but he didn't know what the other party had done, and he didn't care that much about Slytherin's current situation.

"Damn it! Don't keep pissing him off, he'll transfer his hatred to us! Damn—" Malfoy was really depressed this time, and he reached out to scratch his messy blond hair, with an ugly expression on his face Extremely.Realizing that Harry couldn't stop Riddle's behavior, he spat hard, fixed his angry blue eyes on Harry, and said in a very cold voice: "Whatever it is, I will play it safe of."

After Malfoy finished speaking, he walked around Harry, but the latter did not stop him this time. When Harry was about to disappear into the darkness, Malfoy suddenly whispered something to him, which was very clearly heard in the silence.

"Come down to the cellar with him sometime."

What exactly did Malfoy mean?Harry thought about this as he hurried to the suite.

First, come to the cellar.Harry is a Gryffindor, why would he want to go to Slytherin land, it's ridiculous.Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts was great, and he believed his dueling skills allowed him to barely take down all the Slytherins, one on one.But in the snake's den he was like a sheep to be slaughtered; second, with Tom.Perhaps this was Malfoy's advice to him, that his safety was guaranteed with Tom?Obviously impossible.Tom's strength has taught all Slytherins a profound lesson, but judging from the other party's attitude today, he also wants to bring Harry down. If Tom tells those poisonous snakes that he can be disposed of at will, haha Leigh wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

So what exactly Malfoy wanted to do, he would definitely not casually propose such an invitation, there must be something beneficial to him.Harry really wanted to know what was going on with Slytherin. He needed to fulfill his duty perfectly to monitor Tom, and he couldn't let Tom manipulate all the poisonous snakes. If he found out that he was Voldemort, he would definitely bring the small group of reserve Death Eaters with him. Go to another self.The status quo was already quite bad for Harry and Dumbledore, and he couldn't imagine such a future at all.

Tom was undeniably a genius, and Harry could only hope that the Headmaster would find a way to send him back in time.

Yes, he would discuss the possibility of this proposal with Tom, he needed to spy on the enemy.Perhaps if Harry behaved like a cunning snake enough, he could divide the Slytherins from within.Headmaster Dumbledore is also a brave Gryffindor, but he is also good at manipulating people. If he can do it, Harry can probably, no, he must.Harry took a deep breath to clear his complicated thoughts, this is a gamble, behind him is the whole magical world, he will win no matter what.

Harry read the password 'gambler' to the portrait of Medusa, the beautiful Gorgon wriggled her exquisite body and opened the door behind, warm yellow light slipped out through the gap between the door panel and the ground .Harry grabbed the handle and twisted it away. Tom was nestled in the armchair by the blazing fireplace. In front of him was a thick stack of "The Daily Prophet" and various history books, from 50 years ago to the present.Harry's heart was in his throat, and Tom was obviously investigating his identity, he just hoped there was nothing to suggest.

"What are you looking for?" Harry found his voice trembling a bit. Tom seemed to be intoxicated while reading and didn't realize it. He turned over a newspaper, read it for 2 minutes before looking up into Harry's eyes, and calmly admitted: "I want to know if there is any news about me in these 50 years."

"Have you found it?" Harry asked cautiously. He felt that he was walking on the edge of a knife. Every step could bring him closer to death. He couldn't lose, absolutely not. Go to hell with Tom.

"It seems that Dumbledore has deleted all the information I need, and I have to notice that there are a few newspapers of special years and specific chapters missing," Tom lay on the back of the soft chair, with no disappointment on his face Emotions, "It's smart and stupid, slows me down but also tells me where to start."

Harry wanted to kill Tom, his wand was gripped tightly in his hand now, just one Avada Kedavra, the green light of death would kiss Tom's chest, and he would collapse on the silver and green armrest The chair closes his eyes forever, so he no longer has to live in fear.That would be a direct victory, Harry didn't care how he had to explain Tom's body to the Aurors, and he didn't mind being imprisoned in Azkaban, if his sacrifice could get the lives of those he loved so much, he would be happy willing.Sirius, Hermione, the Weasleys, Professor Lupine, Dumbledore and the entire Order of the Phoenix, he could end Tom's life with just two Latin words.

"You shouldn't be looking at me so openly." Tom said suddenly, pointing his wand at Harry's chest, and instinctively made Harry's wand point at Tom's brow at the same time.The tall boy slowly got up from the armchair and walked in front of Harry, with an unknown emotion in his eyes, too complicated for Harry to make out.Tom took Harry's wand and moved it down until the tip of the stick rested on his chest, and Harry watched in amazement.

Tom smiled excitedly: "Every moment I want you more, Harry Potter, your Avada green eyes make me feel so close to death, so close that it makes me shudder, makes me Orgasm," Tom's hand holding the wand was still on Harry's heart, and the other hand wrapped around the boy's waist, shortening the distance between the two, and Harry could hear his own rapid heartbeat and Tom's. mixed together, "Not now, my dear, I expect that in the not-too-distant future you will still be so determined to kill me."