[HP] The Elegance of the Night

The summer sun was burning hot on his body. Harry stood in front of a mansion, checked the address on the note that Lockhart gave him, took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

A house elf wearing a clean white tea towel opened the door for him and welcomed him in respectfully.The Slytherin logo embroidered on the tea towel made Harry a little distracted.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Harry Potter, please go and tell the master." The elf invited Harry into the living room, served iced drinks and snacks, and disapparated with a bang.

The temperature-controlling spell in the room made Harry feel a little better. He held the cup to feel the coolness, but he didn't take a sip.Not long after, the flames of the fireplace suddenly rose up, a man's figure appeared, and Lockhart's master appeared.

"Harry Potter." The man's voice was full of magnetism and natural charm.He walked out of the fireplace slowly, every step was extremely graceful, even though the man tried his best to show a friendly smile and restrain his pressure, the blue-eyed boy couldn't help but tremble when he saw him.

"Tom Riddle!" The boy panicked. Although the man's eye color and age did not match the man in his memory, and his appearance was too handsome, the familiar feeling made the boy recognize him instantly. .

"Tom Slytherin." The man's wine-red eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth drew a charming arc.The boy's body was tense, his hands clenched into fists.

"What's the difference? Tom..." The boy lowered his head, his whole body shrouded in despair, "Is it interesting to lie to me?"

The man pursed his lips in displeasure, his seductive red eyes sparkled, Harry Potter's condition was worse than he imagined, what did that soul piece do?

"I won't lie to you, Harry." He gently stroked the back of the boy's neck and whispered, feeling that the boy froze for a few seconds under his touch, and then relaxed his body as if giving up on himself, trembling undetectably with.

"Go to sleep for a while, Harry, you look tired—" He silently recited the spell, and the blue-eyed boy fell into a deep sleep under his magic, and the sad expression in front of his eyes seemed to never wake up again.

"Then—it's time to say goodbye, Piece." Tom pushed back the messy hair from the boy's face, and pressed his long fingers against the lightning-shaped scar on the boy's sweaty skin.The sleeping boy let out a few nightmare sounds, as if he knew what he was about to lose.

Tom Slytherin moved his hand away from the boy's face, and a wisp of smoke dissipated into the air with his movement. He let out a small sigh, and closed his eyes, which were clear when they opened again.

The corners of the red-eyed man's lips were raised. The little soul piece just now fiercely resisted him, but now it has been completely absorbed and no longer exists...

It's ironic that his Soul Piece actually developed feelings for this boy that it didn't even realize. The red-eyed man who absorbed all its memories could see it clearly from the perspective of a bystander.

He now knows why Harry Potter has become like this, he thought that the soul movie will continue to deceive, denying the relationship with the diary, but it said the real name when the boy got the diary —Tom Riddle.From that moment on it no longer plotted against the boy.

Stupid soul movie, it can obviously lie forever, Harry Potter believes in it so much, as long as he says no, he can continue to live in a lie, but it exposes itself.

Concealment is more terrible than deception, because of its behavior, Harry Potter is full of vigilance against everyone, and any lie will destroy the trust that has been hard-won. This is the most terrible consequence of deception.

The red-eyed man caressed the boy's face, absorbing the memory of the soul film. He knew all about the boy's hard work in the past few years, but what surprised him most was not these, but the boy's experience.

The savior of the wizarding world lived a life worse than that of house-elves at the house of Muggle relatives. Should he be happy or sad about this kind of treatment?

Wiping away the sweat and tears from Harry's face, a faint smile appeared on the face of the red-eyed man. Using this time to think, he had already decided how to get along with the boy.

It was already afternoon when Harry woke up. He blinked in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that he was still alive. This sufficient sleep made him feel much more energetic. Ever since he knew Tom's identity, he had never dreamed Woke up with a start, I haven't had a good rest in a long time.

correct!tom...

The boy sat up and found himself on a big soft bed in a bedroom.Pushing the door open, the little elf Duoduo was waiting there, saluting him respectfully.

"Where's your master?" Harry asked.The elf took him to the door of the study and retreated.

Dongdong... The boy knocked on the door, and that familiar, magnetic voice came through the door.

"Please come in."

Harry walked into the study and found the man working. On his desk was a tall stack of documents, not the parchment used in the wizarding world, but the kind of paper that Muggle copiers typed out.

This discovery surprised the boy, and at this moment the phone rang, and the man motioned him to sit at the round table under the window, and walked out of the study with his phone.

"..."

Harry Potter looked at the room again, and the moving portrait on the wall made him confirm that he was indeed in a wizard's house.He still clearly remembered what Lockhart said, the charming blond man said that his master was a pure blood wizard with noble Slytherin blood.

The feeling of a pure-blood wizard skilled in Muggle communication was ridiculous.Is this man really Tom?Harry suspected that maybe he was just a stranger who looked like Tom, and it was not surprising that people of the same blood had similar looks.

As for the name Tom, I hesitated thinking of the boy...

"Harry." The red-eyed man returned to the study room. He sat opposite the boy across the round table. The mottled shadow in the sun made Harry realize his truth, but the intimate tone was so familiar.

"Tom?" the boy asked cautiously, and the man smiled and nodded.

Dodo the Elf served two cups of black tea, Harry took a sip, the liquid in the cup almost splashed because of his trembling fingers.

"I know you have a lot of questions, Harry." The red-eyed man took a sip of the black tea in his cup and said slowly, "I will tell you everything, and you should know that I have not lied to you, even After that 'I' regained his memory, the most he did was silence."

"That?" Harry caught on to the key words, and he scanned the man for his answer.

Indeed, Tom's concealment from him was not a real deception, but the feeling of being deceived did exist.

"That Tom, the Tom who has been with you for seven years." The man stared at Harry with bright red eyes, and said unhurriedly, "I did a wrong thing when I was young. I was obsessed with the study of black magic. I found this forbidden book when I was a student at Hogwarts, it mentioned a kind of tempting black magic, if you follow the above method successfully, you can get eternal life."

"Eternal life!" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, "This sounds more like a myth." Harry didn't ask him if he succeeded, since the man said it was a wrong thing, the result was obvious.

"Wizards are a myth in the eyes of Muggles, Harry. I couldn't resist the temptation. On the road to eternal life, I thought I was going farther than others, but I almost destroyed myself."

The man didn't want to say so much at first, the less people who know about the Horcrux, the better, but he wanted Harry to completely believe that he had to take the initiative to tell the important secret.

Because of that diary, Dumbledore must have guessed something, and if he waited until the old bee brought it up first, Harry Potter would no longer believe him.

"Split your own soul to make a Horcrux. As long as the Horcrux is fine, even if the body is attacked or destroyed, it will not die. Because there is still a part of the soul that is not damaged in the world. Before the age of 28, I firmly believed in this kind of immortality, until I accidentally Inheriting the portrait of the ancestor in the middle, he woke up after being reprimanded by him."

"Oh——" Harry marveled, the huge amount of information made him want to say something but he didn't know where to start. He could only sit and listen to the man slowly narrate these amazing secrets.

Harry had never hated himself so much as now. He didn't rush to cast a jinx on him even though Voldemort was right in front of him.On the one hand, there are his parents who died to protect him, and on the other hand, the enemies who accompanied him as teachers and friends, but in the end he still has nothing.

"Voldemort was the name I used before I was 30 years old. Under the guidance of my ancestors, I repaired the incomplete soul and inherited the Slytherin Manor. I have been using the current name since then-Tom Slytherin."

"You said you've been using your current name?" Harry's eyes turned cold. "Then who was that person? And who was the Dark Lord who killed my parents?"

"It's a horcrux—" the red-eyed man spoke tiredly and helplessly, "Because my soul has been split too many times, my body has undergone a mutation. Salazar Slytherin repaired my soul with a soul potion. Alchemy and the millennium old potion that contained his blood made a new body for me, as you can see, I am pure blood now, my new body was just a baby back then, I don't want my The society was just disbanded, and the souls in the horcruxes were channeled into their original bodies."

The red-eyed man sighed, he found that the savior was looking at him with surprised eyes, and the message conveyed by those eyes was very uncomfortable.

"Well, it's really crazy." The red-eyed man shrugged, "but he was very obedient back then, and I was terrified when I found that I couldn't control him. I even changed the defensive magic of Slytherin Manor , keep him at the door. He wants to kill me and replace me as the master of Slytherin Manor, until now."

"You can't control him?"

"Yes."

"He controlled the Death Eaters?"

"Yes."

"Is he the one who killed my parents?"

"Yes."

"Then what about my Tom! Why do you say he is you? He was left behind by Voldemort!" Harry's tone was aggressive, and he felt fooled by this coward named Tom Slytherin.

"Haven't you tried to correct the mistakes you made all these years? Being hunted down by your own Horcrux!"

"Then why do you think I want to see you, Harry? If it's not to correct my mistakes. I don't need to see you at all." The red-eyed man's tone was cold and arrogant, obviously he was angry.

The boy bowed his head and remained silent.

The corner of Tom Slytherin's lips curled up slightly, which was a good start, and the blue-eyed boy began to believe him.

He didn't lie to Harry, he just blurred the time. The soul piece is indeed out of his control now, and he won't spread the past that was once under his control.

He knows his soul pieces, so this tiny detail will never be debunked.So what if his soul piece tells the truth?No one will believe it, and there are so many people who want to eliminate it, they will not listen to its explanation.

"Harry, I was very surprised when I sensed the soul tablet in your scar. I observed it for a long time before I was sure he was safe. You bought the soul potion before the second semester started. I put that thing in the bojin shop I’m surprised you’d use it.”

The red-eyed man drank his lipstick tea and said slowly, "I'm making up for my mistakes. You should have already guessed the purpose of my consignment of the soul potion—to know the whereabouts of that person. I followed the person who bought the potion. Man, it turned out to be you, and then I saw the abnormality of the soul tablet in your scar, so Gildero sent the purification potion."

At the mention of Professor Lockhart, Harry's drooping eyelashes fluttered, and he gave Tom Slytherin a sympathetic look.Lockhart is still receiving treatment at St. Germont's Hospital, because of the Whomping Willow and Professor Snape's potion...

"Gidero is not smart, but at least he is a trustworthy person." The red-eyed man said helplessly, "Wizards at the same time as him either joined the Order of the Phoenix or became Death Eaters. There are really many wizards to choose from. Too little, especially since he's still a Slytherin."

"You're still missing the point, Mr. Slytherin. Where's my Tom? I don't feel him anymore."

"Don't be so anxious, Harry." The red-eyed man snapped his fingers, and the elf Duoduo appeared in the study, refilling their cups of black tea.

"I'm Tom, I'm not in your scar anymore, of course you don't feel it." He gave a faint, warm smile. "My soul has merged, Harry. I'm in touch with the soul in your scar." When it was time, it merged unexpectedly. I think this is what he meant, otherwise it wouldn’t be so smooth.”

"..." Something surged in the boy's green eyes, and the seductive voice of the man with red eyes recounted their experiences together.

Unpleasant memories of Aunt Petunia's family and Aunt Maggie's were briefly passed over. The man talked most about the scene when he was taught to practice magic, the first time he learned to chant a spell, the first time he cast a spell, and the first time he waved a wand. The first time I made a potion, and the first time I went to Hogwarts...

The boy listened carefully, and when he talked about something interesting, he smiled slightly, and his gaze towards the man with red eyes gradually softened.

Can you believe it?Harry asked himself, his heart thumping violently, and the boy reached into his pocket for the pocket looking glass that Ron had sent over the holidays, which glowed and spun around if anyone was ill-natured stand up.

At this time, it lay quietly, warmed by his body temperature.

Then just trust him once... The boy made his decision.

"Tom Slytherin!"

A loud noise came from the red-eyed man, and he hurried to take out his pocket, this time what he took out was not a mobile phone, but a double-sided mirror.

"Honey, do you miss me?" Seeing the figure in the double-sided mirror, the red-eyed man showed a humble smile on his calm face, "Should I go home, what are we going to eat tonight? I want a share Salmon."

"Oh, who missed you, bastard! I didn't expect you to be a scumbag when you were 16 years old, and you dared to tease your son. If Igil didn't say he wanted to see you at dinner, you would never have set foot in my house One step at the gate!" The aria plucked by the man like strings flew past, and after saying this, he disappeared into the mirror.

The red-eyed man looked out the window. It was already sunset, and the magic in the room made him unaware of the passage of time. "So it's already this time." He said reservedly.

He shifted his gaze back to Harry, who was looking at him in horror from the blue-eyed boy.

"You called him dear? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hear it, but I seem to hear Igil's name."

"Igil Black is my son," the red-eyed man said proudly, feeling the condensed air around the boy again, he explained: "He is also a Parseltongue, but he thought it was you who opened the secret room, because you He can speak snake language, and he even showed the diary in front of him. The basilisk in the secret room didn’t hurt anyone, so it’s his fault. The voice you heard just now is his other father.”

"Another father? I don't quite get it, Tom. You don't seem to have a good relationship?" Harry still had the bloody look on his face.No wonder Igil would appear in the bathroom at the end of last semester. The boy was suspicious of him, maybe he had been watching them all the time, but he could understand this kind of thing, and he would do it if it was different.

"On the contrary, there is nothing better than now." The red-eyed man raised his eyebrows and exhaled, "Harry, it seems that you still have to learn how to understand the true meaning hidden in the language of noble wizards, and you I still lack common sense. I was not a qualified teacher before.

"Harry Potter, in the wizarding world, wizards can also have children. As long as the bloodline is pure enough, or the magic power is strong enough. Of course, there is also childbirth potion, which has side effects. If you use it, you can only have one child in your life." , so it is not recommended.”

"..." The boy opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time before he could speak. His gaze circled around the red-eyed man's abdomen strangely, and he said tremblingly, "Igil Black!"

"Damn, where are you looking, of course he wasn't born to me, I'm a Slytherin!" The red-eyed man became angry because of his guess, "He just took his father's surname temporarily, and it will be changed after we get married. Be mine!"

"..." Harry Potter's weird eyes turned into sympathy, obviously he was thinking wrong again.

Poor Tom, it seems that the life of being hunted by Voldemort is not so pleasant.While Harry sympathized, a sense of strangeness rose in his heart.

The magic world is really amazing.

Volume Three: The Confusion of Prophecy