[HP] The Elegance of the Night

"Harry, I think—I know who I am now," Tom told me as I woke up from my bed in the hospital wing.Although he had fallen into a deep sleep when I called him again, but at this moment, my heart is sweet.

I bought the expensive soul potion from Bokin-Bock shop, and Tom appeared in my mind for a longer and longer time. In order to let me have the ability to protect myself, he began to teach me some powerful and forbidden magic .

I thought Tom was a great wizard, but he never told me about him when he regained his memory.

Maybe it was a sad past, I tell myself sometimes, I trusted Tom and never wanted to doubt him.Without him, I really don't know what my life would be like.He taught me sternly like a teacher, and sometimes gently like a father.I couldn't help being attached to him, knowing that he was just a wandering soul, not belonging to this world, nor to me.

In the second year of entering Hogwarts, all my original dreams were shattered by a diary from 50 years ago.When young Tom Riddle used his wand to change the letters to form Voldemort's name, my heart seemed to be severely torn.

Tom, you lied to me!I can barely stand with the sword of Gryffindor in my hand.I used to think he ordered me to kill Lockhart in his cold tone because his soul was tainted.But now, I know I was wrong.

I have plunged the sword into the diary with my own hands, and lies and deceit have always been my abhorrence.

Those who have given me the warmth; the tireless teachings; the gentleness that has been revealed inadvertently, please tell me Tom, these are all fake!

If possible, I wish I had not known him.The night before I left, I went to see Professor Lockhart, a charming, fair-haired man who would never know that he was so close to death.

When I saw the red-eyed man walking out of the fireplace in the luxurious big house, despair, excitement and anger were intertwined, which made my emotions out of control for a while.

I won't lie to you, Harry.He looked at me with burgundy eyes.

you know what, tom.In fact, dying by your hands is also a good choice——

I did not die, but received the best treatment.Tom told me a fantastic story.He now has a happy family with a son who I once regarded as a rival.

He was no longer the Tom I knew, and I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in my heart. Tom, who only belonged to me, no longer existed because of my betrayal.

Harry, my soul has merged, I think that's what he means.The man's words hit my weak point directly. He talked about my past with Tom one by one: the first time I learned to read spells; the first time I waved a wand; Tom made me feel exactly the same back then.

Believe it again...something in my heart is telling me that no one in this world knows me better than Tom.

I used to long so much for his fingers to stroke my hair, but when the moment came, he was no longer him.

When I went back to school, I found that my feelings towards Igil had changed. I had been paying attention to this boy from the beginning of school. Under his seemingly gentle expression, there was always only alienation and indifference.More than once, I want to tear off his disguise, chase and compete with him, and want to step him down, but now I find that my childish thoughts just want him to stay longer when he looks at me .

My eyes couldn't help following him, and I started to confront Malfoy, when he was injured because of the Hippogriff's runaway, I grabbed Malfoy's head and caught him.

Malfoy and I got into a heated argument outside the hospital wing, and the kid wanted to challenge me to Quidditch.During the whole process, I crushed him to death. Compared with me, he who lives a comfortable life is like a child who hasn't grown up.

My innate command of a broomstick gave me a lot of confidence, but I lost the day of the race when the Dementors intervened and I fell from the sky and the broomstick was shattered to pieces by the Whomping Willow.

After Christmas, when I returned to school with the Firebolt that Tom gave me, everyone was full of curiosity about the origin of this expensive broom, even Dumbledore was alarmed. Before I was caught, the person who gave me this gift probably had ulterior motives.

I told everyone that it was from Igil. Although he didn't deny it afterwards, I felt that he looked at me a little bit coldly.

Sirius' whereabouts were looming, and I started to track his whereabouts with the Marauder's Map that the Weasley twins gave me. After confirming that he was hiding in the Room of Requirement, I found Igil, but the meeting broke up badly.I don't understand why he, who was being watched by Snape, still speaks for their dean.

After the night ban, I followed him all the way down the stairs. On the stairs, Malfoy reached into his collar with a cold hand. Wearing the Invisibility Cloak, I hit Malfoy on the head on the spot.

If you really consider Igil a friend, don't put him in danger.When I did it for the second time, my invisibility cloak was taken off.After Malfoy scolded me, he played a trick, and Professor Lupine confiscated my map.

From that day on, I never took the initiative to find Igil. Malfoy was right, everyone around me would only get hurt.

At the end of third grade, I sent myself and my friends to the hospital wing again, but this time Igil was not in danger because of me.

When our group arrived, he had resolved the crisis by himself, and Tom Riddle's memory was floating in the air, filled with smoke.

He's Tom's kid, a goal I've been trying to surpass since the first year of school, and I seem to have forgotten that in my worries.Igil is different from anyone else I know, he is better and stronger.

My heart seemed to stir again when another man walked into my life.Sirius Black - my father's best friend and godfather.He got rid of his grievances and began to get along with me day and night.

I overheard his conversation with Tom and went back upstairs before he left the study.

I pretended nothing had happened and went downstairs.I told him that I wanted a cup of black tea, and he happily put his hand on my shoulder, and introduced Black's specialty dim sum.

At an angle that he couldn't see, my hands shook violently, and a warm liquid wanted to flow out of my eye sockets, but I forced it back.

He is a man who is willing to give his life for me, but for me...is it worth it?

At the beginning of the new semester, he became the assistant teacher of Potions class, and Malfoy became another warrior of the Triwizard Tournament.I told my grievances in the teachers' dormitory in Sirius, and he lulled me to sleep with lame stories.

Do you know, Sirius?For as long as I can remember, no one has told me a story.I looked at his sleeping face and buried my head in his arms.

Compared with Tom, Sirius took care of me more like a father. Even though there were many reports that were unfavorable to me, he stood by my side as always, chose to believe in me, and supported me unconditionally.

Igil and Malfoy's love affair was made public. Unexpectedly, the two of them kissed in the rose garden in the middle of the Christmas ball.

How could they do this!I angrily tore up the newspaper of the day, and my heart was burning with jealousy. Hermione began to explain to the surprised Ellie the difference between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

In the wizarding world, male and female wizards can also combine, I have known this for a long time!I pretended to be unwell and went back to the dormitory early. The support of my friends around me made me feel uncomfortable.

I started looking at the little dots representing their names on the Marauder's Map every day, and it made me sick to see them inseparable.One night I found Malfoy walking out of the dormitory alone, and I followed the marks on the map to block him in the prefects' bathroom.

[Open——] A castle belonging to Slytherin can't stop Parseltongue. When I saw him leaning on the handrail by the pool and trying to climb out of the bath, I wished I could kick him into the water and drown he.

Harry Potter, are you crazy!He choked several mouthfuls of foamy bath water and retched on the edge of the pool.I picked up a ball of foam and blew it hard into his hair.

Did you use it to kiss Igil?My fingertips rubbed hard against his pale pink lips, and I brought my face closer to him, and he struggled fiercely.

I couldn't get down to the kiss, I really didn't see any attraction in him.He bared his teeth at me like a frizzy cat, and as our fight was in full swing, Igil barged in.

I know that Igil has never had me in his heart, and his actions show that he cares about Malfoy all the time. Even though he still calls me by my Christian name, I have completely lost the opportunity to express my love to him.

I suddenly remembered what Aunt Petunia said to me: Harry, you are a bad boy.

That time I snatched Dudley's game console, I'm always too obsessed with certain things, I don't really like playing that thing, just because it's the best I've seen.

Tell me, what do you like about him?Myrtle's words made me ponder.The water in the bath has started to cool down, and I find that I still notice these, and it's not as sad as I thought.

Maybe you are right.After I put on my dressing gown, I turned my head to look at the ghost, she blinked inexplicably.

Maybe like she said, I don't really like him.All I fell in love with was my attachment to good things.

In the second game, I had a chance to get close to him. He was tied to the stone statue of the mermaid, sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the lake.His appearance is still so exciting to me, his black hair is rippling with the water, so soft.

Only then did I realize that I was not completely relieved. When I gently stroked the defenseless sleeping face, I felt my fingers trembling violently.

I was struggling fiercely in my heart, I leaned my lips hesitantly, and my heart turned a thousand times.

Igil, do you know that someone once did this to you?

The kiss finally landed on his forehead. I kissed it very lightly, carefully for fear that he would wake up suddenly.

I'm sorry, I was... really wrong.

There was a magic brush behind me, and Malfoy saw my actions.The platinum-haired boy warned me afterwards, and I glanced at his puffy look, which suddenly seemed cute.

In fact, he is not as attractive as I said before.

If you treat him badly, I still have a chance.The look of my inevitability stimulated him again.

Forgive my clumsiness for using this method.Igil, what I really want to say is: I wish you happiness.

Harry... Harry...

I woke up in the wet bed with a throbbing scalp and the little Black devils were pulling my hair again.

Hug... The little devil's wine-red eyes widened and his thumb was in his mouth.I felt the water stains on the bed sheet, turned him over, and slapped his ass.

Merlin's pants, you uncute child, wetting the bed again!

Harry... you're a big badass!The little devil quickly crawled off my bed with tears in his eyes, and filed a complaint.