[HP] Dearest Enemy

If there's one hobby Harry has besides studying his time magic, it's Quidditch.Harry sometimes discusses Quidditch with Professor Lynch, who teaches flying lessons, in the staff lounge, and since he entered the school, he has never missed a Quidditch match in the school.When this year's season started again, Harry immediately enthusiastically invited Alex to watch the game with him, never missing a game.

Today's game is the last round robin before the Christmas holiday, Slytherin VS Ravenclaw.Tom had little interest in Quidditch, and his flying lessons were only mediocre, but as a Slytherin prefect he had to sit in the front row on occasions like this and cheer on his house.So Tom was very depressed to see Harry and Alex sitting on the teacher's bench and chatting passionately, and he could only keep cursing that damned hedgehog in his heart.

"How do you play Quidditch?" Alex also played Quidditch when he was in school, and he was a batsman for four years from joining the team in the fourth grade to graduating from the seventh grade.

"Not bad. I've been on the team since first year, as a Seeker," said Harry wistfully.Those days, which had begun to blur in his memory, became clear in an instant, and he even began to miss Malfoy's provocation of getting himself into the Gryffindor team in his first year.Harry shook his head slightly, pushing little Malfoy's pale head out of his mind and focusing on the game.

"You joined the school team when you were in the first grade?!" Alex's eyes widened in surprise, "It's very rare, the Quidditch team generally doesn't accept students under the third grade, you must be very flying good!"

Harry smiled and changed the subject: "Who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

Alex was stunned for a moment, and frowned: "Probably Ravenclaw. Although Slytherin has the best broom in the school, they always like to use small tricks to win."

Harry nodded in agreement.Slytherin likes to play tricks no matter what, if they are not as good as others in terms of technology and strength, they will use some unreasonable means to win.No matter in which respect, the insidious and cunning vipers have long been accustomed to winning by unscrupulous means, which is the biggest difference between them and other colleges.

This is also the difference between Voldemort and Dumbledore.The thought suddenly occurred to Harry, and his gaze involuntarily swept to the Slytherin stands.He quickly found his godson, and Tom sat in a prominent position in the front row watching the game.As if in response, Tom suddenly shifted his gaze from the sky to Harry.After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, they turned their eyes to the arena at the same time.

Perhaps it was time to find out what the kid was up to at his weekly meeting in his bedroom, Harry thought.He still used the Marauder's Map to confirm Tom's whereabouts, so he knew who was really confirmed by Tom.Selwyn in the seventh grade; Mulciber and Lestrange in the sixth grade; Alfred and Avery in the same grade; Luke Wood in the fourth grade; Travers in the third grade... almost all of them There were people from him in every grade, and all of them later became his Death Eaters.The strong follow him because they want stronger power; the weak follow him because they want to be protected by the strong.On more than one occasion Harry had seen these men take a nocturnal tour of the castle, and Tom was rarely a part of it.Tom always wandered around alone on his night tours, never taking anyone else with him.Harry was always worried that Tom would still trust no one, not knowing that Tom just didn't want to be disturbed by the squires behind him.

Tom's mind wasn't on the game either, he was figuring out how to get Harry's research materials in a legitimate way.Harry didn't allow him to interfere with his research, but it didn't mean Tom gave up on it.Tom was curious to find out how far Harry's research had come, because he had once seen Alex laying hands on Harry in the lab.Tom was furious because Harry never let him near his lab.Tom didn't understand why that nasty Alex always stuck to him like a piece of brown sugar, even though he was closer to Harry, and showed himself how close he was to Harry intentionally or unconsciously.Tom faintly felt that his anger caused by Harry was a bit wrong, but whenever he went to find the reason, he felt like a mermaid living in a black lake, only flicking his tail at him It disappeared without a trace, making the growing teenager feel at a loss, uneasy, anxious and confused.

But this confusion Tom didn't tell anyone, and he finally attributed the cause of this mood to the normal mood swings caused by Harry being the closest person to him.Tom watched as the players competed fiercely in the air, applauding at the appropriate moment.I could justifiably sit in Harry's office three days a week, and it would not be difficult to get his research materials given time.Knowing how far he has researched, maybe he can help him.Thinking this way, Tom didn't realize that even if Harry went to Dumbledore, he would not come to him to help him.

The match ended after just over an hour, with Slytherin narrowly beating Ravenclaw 270-250.Purris is a good Seeker, and it looks like he should be given a little encouragement when he gets back.Tom threw a smile at the Seeker who was holding the Snitch high to him, turned his head and said softly to Alfart beside him: "I think we can allow the team members to relax a little tonight, after all, this is the last time before Christmas." a match."

Alphat nodded immediately after hearing this, turned around and whispered the prefect's instructions to the people behind.Tom glanced at the arena one last time and saw that the team had started to walk towards the sidelines, so he also left the stands.

In fact, the Slytherins are not as gloomy as Gryffindor thinks. Slytherins pay more attention to the casualness at the banquet than the excitement. They think that random quarrels are a sign of lack of education and taste.Tom specially invited Slughorn to come to the lounge to encourage the players, while he stepped back in a low-key manner, giving the protagonist's position to Purris, the sixth-grade Seeker who caught the Snitch at a critical point.Tom knew that it was a fluke that the boy who was patting Slughorn on his back caught the Snitch today. Perris was a weak person in Slytherin, but giving him a little confidence would undoubtedly make him do well. Aware of his own ability, so that Slytherin can reach the final next season after Christmas, defeating Gryffindor, who has occupied the Quidditch Cup for three full years.

Slughorn left the lounge shortly after, and the festivities ended modestly after that.Tom didn't want to go to bed too early, so he packed his wand and got ready to go for a walk.

"Tom, are you going out again?" Arfart asked before he went out.

"I'll be back around curfew." Tom replied softly to his friend's inquiry, "I'm just going out for a walk."

Arafat knew that it was useless to stop him, so he nodded and went into the bathroom to wash up.Tom hadn't taken a few steps from the cellar when he turned the corner and met Erin Prince, the freshman who blushed when she spoke.

"Why are you still outside so late?" Tom asked kindly, a little surprised.He already knew the amazing talent of this elementary school girl in potions. Slughorn commented on Irene as "a silly girl who has nothing but potions." Feeling nervous and basically incredibly timid at other times.Tom thought that such a shy girl could enter Slytherin because of family inheritance.Although a little disdainful, Tom still put on a kind face.

"I...I'm sorry, Mr. Riddle." The timid girl timidly glanced at the handsome boy towering in front of her, her voice was almost a whisper.

"Did you not attend the celebration?" Tom slightly bent down to look at the girl, smelling the faint smell of potion on Irene's body, and frowned slightly.This girl probably went somewhere to study her potion secretly.Lestrange caught her once in an empty classroom. Irene actually forgot the curfew time because of making potions, and was finally brought back by a red-haired boy with a look of contempt and disgust. Don't dare to look up.

"Yes, yes." Irene flinched back, and Tom read what she was about to say by the movement of her lips.The black-haired boy sighed slightly, and reached out to gently stroke the girl's soft black hair.

"Don't stay out so late in the future. Potions are a delicate subject. You can ask Alfart to help you, and don't sneak out alone." Tom said softly, "You are not familiar with the castle, Misty It will be troublesome if you get out of the way, and if you are caught by the administrator, you will lose Slytherin points, understand?"

Irene didn't seem to expect that Tom would be so pleasant to her, a thin blush appeared on her little face, and she nodded.

"Go back quickly." Tom said gently, watching the girl bow to him and trot to the stone wall door before continuing to walk outside.Dare to find a place in the castle alone to do what she wants, this girl doesn't seem as cowardly as she appears.Rather than being shy, it would be more appropriate to say that he is not good at dealing with people.

So thinking Tom went into the hall, and was surprised to find that the castle gate was ajar.Tom's first reaction was that this was a good opportunity to search the Forbidden Forest. Even if the main gate was locked, he could still sneak into the castle, but it was more convenient to walk from here.The black-haired boy weighed in for a moment, cast a disillusionment spell on himself, looked around vigilantly, and slipped out of the gap just enough for him to walk sideways.

At the same time, Harry, who was sitting at his desk preparing lesson plans, noticed that the small ink dot marked Tom Riddle on the map beside him was rapidly approaching the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and sighed helplessly.