[HP] Dearest Enemy

When will you trust me once?This wasn't the first time Tom had asked himself that question.Harry listened quietly to the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.It was well past midnight, but he didn't want to go back to sleep, and he couldn't sleep either.Harry walked up to the Astronomy Tower, jumped easily onto the low parapet and sat on it, with his back against the brick wall.Harry suddenly felt that it was not without reason that Tom liked night tours. Hogwarts in the night had an unknown side, and this quiet and peaceful atmosphere was very suitable for thinking about problems.

Tom Riddle, the man he had automatically equated with Voldemort whenever he thought of it, was now a good and somewhat rebellious 16-year-old under his own tutelage, his child.It was hard for Harry to tell how much of what Tom was telling was true and how much was not, but at that point Harry did think about killing Tom right away if he was going to unleash the basilisk.However, the cold killing intent couldn't stop the trembling in his heart. Fortunately, Tom didn't have that kind of thought. It turned out that he was wrong and blamed the child.

It's just that he was wrong, Harry looked at the full moon hanging above his head with some bitterness, as long as Tom didn't make mistakes again, even if he was blamed by Tom, that would give him a sense of relief.

Tom lay still on his bed, and reached out and felt the hollow of his right neck.At that moment Harry wanted to kill him, and Tom was only now terrified.At that time, I was so shocked that I even forgot to be afraid.If he said that he wanted to complete the task left by Salazar Slytherin... Tom sneered, probably he would be killed by Harry immediately.

Harry was always worried, always afraid.Tom had a vague feeling from his words that Harry saw himself as a heinous person, why?Didn't he watch himself grow up?Why is he always doubting himself?Tom stared wide-eyed at the green drapery, and was surprised to find that he felt no anger at Harry's attitude, but a sting like a stab in the chest.It was hard, that feeling was really hard, Tom thought that Harry would not treat him like this again, but the harmony these days seems to be completely false.Harry's gentleness, Harry's sincere gaze, Harry's... heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by some invisible hand, and the black-eyed boy clutched his chest tightly, feeling like crying.

No, he couldn't cry, it would be too shameful to cry over such a thing.Tom sideways buried half his face in the pillow, staring intently at the darkness that enveloped him.He had to figure out one thing, it was no accident that Harry had caught himself in that place.Tom checked his body, and Harry didn't cast any tracking spells on his body, including the kind of black magic that is extremely difficult to be detected.Then he must know where he went by some other means.He had suspected the reason for Harry's ability to appear and disappear for a long time. There were so many secret passages in the castle, and it was impossible for Harry to remember all of them clearly. He must have some auxiliary tool to catch himself, it must be so.

What should it be?Tom frowned slightly in thought.

The two-week OWLS exam begins.As in the past, there was a written test in the morning and a practical test in the afternoon. The chief examiner from the Ministry of Magic undoubtedly added a lot of tension to those who were preparing to take the test. Of course, Tom Riddle was not included in these people.

The prefect of Slytherin was exposing himself again and again in order to discover what was under Harry's nose.For this reason, he once again released Nagini, who had been neglected by him for at least a week, and arranged for three junior students to follow him in turn.After the first week of exams, Tom had a complete grasp of Harry's whereabouts during the exam.Tom found that he actually had many opportunities to sneak into Harry's office to search. Of course, he didn't tell Alphard, who was nervous because of the exam, about this.

"Harry stares at a piece of paper for a long time every night." Nagini said while twisting his body. In a drawer."

If it were a piece of paper, it would be a map.What a handy tool, Tom snorted. Harry had a map of Hogwarts in his hand, and that map would undoubtedly show exactly where everyone in the castle was.This explains why I met Harry accurately during my night tour. No matter where he was, the map would clearly show his whereabouts.

I took the astronomy test on Tuesday, and the practical test was arranged in the evening, leaving the whole afternoon free.Almost everyone was reviewing the History of Magic exam on Wednesday. Tom put Nagini in his pocket, told Alfart that he was going out for a walk, and came to Harry's office on the third floor alone.

This afternoon was the Seventh Year's Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam, and Harry had to watch it in the Great Hall, making it impossible to go back to the office.Tom looked around vigilantly, but found no one wandering around here, so he read the password to the office door.

The door clicked open.Tom went in and closed the door, took the snake out of his pocket, and walked over to Harry's desk.Nagini stretched out his tail and patted the drawer where Harry kept the map. Tom reached out and pulled it, but it didn't open. Harry locked the drawer.

"Alahoo is open." Tom pulled out his wand and pointed to the drawer and muttered softly. The drawer was indeed opened. Tom let Nagini out to watch for himself, and then took out the folded paper on the top shelf.

It was a square, large piece of parchment, quite worn out, with nothing written on it, and quite empty.Was this the thing that leaked his whereabouts?Tom thought for a while, opened the ink bottle on the desk, took out a quill pen inserted in the pen holder, and dripped a little ink on the paper.The ink just flickered, then disappeared as if it had soaked into the paper, and the parchment was still clean and unsmudged.

Tom was overjoyed, and quickly screwed the lid of the ink bottle, put the quill back to its original place, made a copy of the parchment with a magic wand, folded it as it was, put it back in the drawer, locked the drawer with magic, and took the Following the map, he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

It all went so well, Tom thought as he walked leisurely back to the cellar, he hadn't imagined that Harry had only used a very simple magic to lock the drawer, and hadn't changed the combination on the door.It's too careless, isn't it?A smile curled up on Tom's lips unconsciously. He wasn't afraid of the History of Magic exam that he had to take the next day. Compared to this, he was more willing to study the magical effect of this unremarkable rotten piece of paper.

Tom easily figured out how to make the map appear.Alphard, who was reviewing at the side, also leaned over, and was surprised to see the thin ink lines like spider webs appearing from the place Tom touched, gradually converging, crossing each other and extending to every corner of the parchment, and then At the top appeared large curved green handwritten characters.

"The Marauder's Map." Tom read softly, and the two teenagers looked at each other in surprise, looking at this map that described every detail of Hogwarts in detail.What's really worth noting, however, are the tiny ink dots that move along the map, each with a name in tiny letters next to it.Tom leaned forward to look, and he saw the small ink dot marked Harry Potter pacing at the door of the auditorium; Albus Dumbledore was walking on the stairs from the fourth floor to the third floor; Pallampion wandering outside the Forbidden Forest; Tom Riddle and Alphard Black are next to each other in the Slytherin cellar... Tom even noticed the corridor leading to the Chamber of Secrets, and many more The channels all point in one direction.

"Where did you get this?" Alphat asked in amazement, "This is simply the best helper for violating school rules!"

"Stolen," said Tom lazily, with a little smugness.

"You just said you were going for a walk, just for this?" Alfart's eyes widened.Tom glanced at his friend, nodded, and hugged the shoulder of the friend sitting beside him.

"Based on my inspections last week, only this time today will I have enough time to find this."

"Could it be that you..." Alfred's eyes widened, and Tom pointed to the little dot pointing at Harry Potter.

"Harry was in the Great Hall when we took Defense Against the Dark Arts last week until the end of the exam, so only today he was in the Great Hall watching the students all afternoon. You guessed right, Al. I did get it from Harry's I got this map from the office."

Alphard stared at his friend dumbfounded.Tom remembered that night when Harry pointed his wand at himself, frowned slightly, and sneered.

"I've always wondered how he got me," said Tom, with a hint of vindictive glee in his voice. "He's out of nowhere, you never know when he's going to pop out. But it's okay now, live Now that the map is in my hands, I will not let him down."

"But Tom, Harry will find out." Alfred looked at his friend with some concern, "Isn't it a bit..."

"So what?" Tom snorted. "I wouldn't hand it over."

Seeing the indifferent expression on his friend's face, Alphat hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth to ask, "Did you quarrel with Harry again?"

The heart began to throb again, Tom shook his head, his eyes fell on the map: "This is between me and Harry, Al, don't ask. You won't betray me to Harry, will you?"

Alfred shook his head.He wasn't going to tell Harry about it, he was an accomplice when Tom showed him the map.

"You're so reliable, dear Al." The short-haired boy pinched his friend's face, held the map and lay down on Arfat's body contentedly, with an evil smile curled up at the corner of his lips.

Finally passed the exam.Harry picked up his teacup and took a sip. The holiday would be officially off in a few days. Alex said today that there will be the Quidditch World Cup during the summer vacation, and he can get tickets, so he can take a good rest then.But right now there was a pile of test papers from other grades on the table that hadn't been graded yet. Harry stretched himself, took the first grade's test papers and quills and started to grade.

If only Tom were here at this hour, Harry thought.I can't help but say that Tom's is very good. He watched the fifth grade practice test. Tom finished the test the fastest, and everything was done quite well. Harry is very confident in Tom's written test, and he will definitely score the highest score. Pass the exam.After the exam today, I don't know where Tom has gone.Thinking of his godson, Harry habitually opened the drawer to get the Marauder's Map.He unfolded the map and tapped it with his wand.Ink traces like spider webs scattered around, and the Hogwarts castle gradually appeared.Harry glanced at the map, satisfied that Tom was with his classmates in the Slytherin cellar, and went on to grade the papers.

However, when Harry corrected the entire first grade paper, he finally found something wrong.Everything on the map is still the same, but the little ink dots with the names on it haven't moved a bit.Whether in the lounge or in the hallway, the names were as motionless as if drawn on a map.

This is not right, is the map broken?Harry picked up the wand on the table and cast a few spells on the map, and then came to the conclusion that the Marauder's Map had been altered, and the map he was holding was a replica.

Only he knows that Harry has a map of Hogwarts in his hand, because the map does not belong to this time and space like him, and the map has a special meaning to him.who is it?Who had the password to his own office, and knew the real secret of being familiar with Hogwarts?Harry stared at the fake map, and an obvious answer appeared before his eyes.

Tom Riddle.Apart from him and Alex, no one in the whole school knew the password of Harry's office, and Harry was Tom's biggest threat during the night tour. Naturally, Alex would not be bored to such an extent. Leigh borrowed the map.The replica of the Marauder's Map was crumpled in Harry's hands, and he slammed his fist on the desk, causing several test papers to fall off the table.

Tom, can't you let me save you some snacks?