Polaris

Poloris' bedroom has been transformed into black and white by her. In front of the dark curtains and the white wooden table, Tom's existence becomes particularly abrupt. A pure black velvet cushion was propped on his back, which made his shirt very white. Poloris glanced at the tall gold-rimmed crystal cup containing the rose-red liquid in his hand, and recognized it at a glance. It was in the Hogwarts kitchen, and it was obvious that Tom hadn't stayed in the bedroom.

"Have a drink?" Seeing Poloris leaning against the door and staring at him silently, Tom lightly raised his glass, the lazy and frivolous color looked charming and dangerous through the wine, since he ate the main soul It became like this, and Poloris was very uncomfortable with it.

"I think I do need a cup." She blinked, her gray-green eyes showing no emotion, and Tom moved his legs in as she walked past, making room for her.

"What happened?" He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the wine glass and wine bottle on the table flew up, and after filling a fifth of the glass, it floated in front of Poloris, she looked at the glass and then at Tom , did not reach out to pick it up. "Don't look at me, this is the wine I hid in school when I was still in school. It's at least 50 years old, enough to put you down."

"Have you gone to the Response Room?" She took the wine glass, her slender fingers held the bottom of the glass in a standard posture, her thumbs pinched it together, her wrist shook slightly, and the wine swirled a little at first , and then made a perfect spin along the mouth of the cup.Tom watched her beautiful hand and whistled lightly.

"No." Tom's eyes were still on the wine glass swirling in Poloris' hand, and he answered a little absent-mindedly. "I just swallowed the main soul, some... indigestion." He pondered for a while before finding such a word. Poloris glanced at him and felt that he was not as simple as indigestion.

"There's no need to go, he's not there anymore." The rotation of the wine stopped bit by bit, and the rich aroma spread in the room, and Poloris sighed softly. "The crown came out."

"Come out?" Tom withdrew his gaze and spoke a little more seriously.

"The chamber of secrets has been opened, and the basilisk has come out." Speaking of which, she picked up the cup and took a shallow sip. "It was you who opened the secret room 50 years ago, right? Then you planted it."

"That's right." Tom admitted simply. "How do you know, Basilisk, and me?" Tom looked at Poloris, who was pouring himself half a glass, with great interest. "I wonder what else you don't know."

"I don't know why Harry can still understand Parseltongue after you take out the soul piece." Poloris's answer is simple and straightforward. Why can he still understand?Unless Tom has something to hide from her.

"That." Tom blinked innocently. "It wasn't cleaned."

"Didn't take it clean?" Poloris repeated in a low voice, the spinning cup in her hand froze, and the bright red liquid splashed onto her snow-white wrist, which was dazzling. "Is there something wrong with Harry's body?" Tom didn't answer, he stared at Poloris in silence, then chuckled and leaned his whole body back, staring up at the ceiling, with his left hand lifting the soft forehead on his forehead. His curly hair made a movement similar to holding his forehead.

"Can't you, just for a moment, doubt me?" His tone sounded a bit helpless, he could do something about Harry's unbreakable curse, and he knew that Poloris definitely knew it, but she But the first time he judged that the problem was Harry. "I am the Dark Lord who has killed countless people." Even if the memory does not come back, he has already opened the secret room and started killing people at the age of 16. He does not need to be trusted, he just needs to use it. Unbreakable Curse has many loopholes that can be exploited.

"The Dark Lord is not a scapegoat." Poloris gave him a disapproving look. "What's wrong with Harry?"

"That brat is too weak. If you take it all out, you will die." Glancing at those sapphire eyes, Tom suddenly lost the interest in lying to her. "I'll take it out when the time is right." He lowered his voice, as if making a promise.

"It's good if it can be resolved." Poloris nodded, and the cup in her hand touched Tom's hand lightly, and the crisp voice broke the dullness in the room. "Good night." After watching Poloris drank the red wine in the glass, an imperceptible blood red flashed in Tom's eyes.

The next day, Poloris was late for Potions class for the first time ever. Since there was a ban on her door, and she would always show up in the lounge to read at 06:30, Harry and Draco only thought she was leaving early They didn't see her until she pushed open the Potions classroom door and interrupted Snape's questioning of Harry.

There was something wrong with Tom's wine, and just one glass broke the magic power in her body that had been hard to stabilize, but that bastard didn't know where to go all morning. God knows how much effort it took her to calm down the magic power. She held the door panel with one hand, The palms drenched in cold sweat were falling weakly.Thinking about it carefully, last night's conversation was full of mystery, and Tom was not without flaws, but she was always worried about Harry's body, and didn't pay attention to those details at all.

"Maybe Miss Black would like to tell her poor Potions Master why she's late?" Snape's face was grim, and he kept his eyes on Poloris's vacant seat, but still didn't look at her.

"Sorry, sir." She lowered her head and didn't look at him. "I was a little scared when I passed the corridor last night, so I took a short detour."

"Get three hours of labor service from Mr. Filch." Snape lowered his head, he seemed to find Harry's cauldron more interesting, his pale fingers tapped the edge of the cauldron rhythmically, in exchange for Harry's dissatisfied glance. "Now go back to your seat and start class."

"Yes, sir." Poloris almost thanked Snape for his coercion. Since no one was looking at her, she clenched her fists in her sleeves and walked steadily to the table and sat down.Snape didn't seem to be interested in asking questions either. He tapped the blackboard with his wand and asked the students to follow the above steps to make it themselves.

"Polly, are you alright?" Neville immediately leaned over to ask in a low voice when he saw Poloris' pale face that had been slightly bloody this semester, they hadn't seen her so weak for a long time, even he Thought her body was healed.

"It's okay, let's start with the wormwood juice first." Poloris thought she could survive Potions class and go back to skin Tom, but when Roux and Neville were stirring together, her hands froze. As soon as she came into contact with the magic power of the wand, she began to lose control. She threw away the wand as if she had been scalded. The magic flames overflowing on the index finger and ring finger of her right hand made her grit her teeth, and broke them by herself under Neville's surprised gaze. The crisp sound of bones snapping made the entire classroom quiet, and Poloris watched the magic flame in her hand gradually go out, and then gave Neville a comforting smile. "I think you have to do the mixing step yourself, my magic is out of control." She said softly.Neville was clearly taken aback. He watched Poloris's unnaturally curved fingers and nodded stiffly before picking up his wand and stirring stiffly.Poloris took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, looking as if she couldn't stand the smoke of the potion, the powerful magic power that had nowhere to vent ran wildly in her body, she raised her eyebrows slightly to cover up the pain.There seemed to be something in the wine Tom gave her that conflicted with the medicine she usually drank. Poloris squinted her eyes, remembering Tom's words 'enough to knock you down'. He did it on purpose, and the amount of wine would not be right. She was hurt, but after she drank too much, the medicine was mixed, so her current condition can only be regarded as a relapse of the old disease, and it is not considered that he hurt her, the unbreakable spell on the wrist will not have any strong effect on the disease Reaction, he could bear that level of burning, what was he going to do?According to the current situation, she cannot use magic for at least half a month, and half a month is enough for many things to happen. Poloris gently wiped the blood overflowing from her mouth, and there was no trace of it on the pure black silk.

"Damn it, what are you doing?" A hand roughly pulled away the hand that wiped her lips, she came back to see Snape was looking at her with a sullen face, the anger in those black eyes almost made her Burn out.

"Please let go, sir." She blinked innocently. "You hurt me." The left hand was already held unconscious, and Poloris tried to break free, but the hand was tightly clamped.

"Miss Black can break her hand bones with her own hands. I don't think the pain is nothing." Snape increased the strength in his hands. He avoided her for a semester, and she also cooperated tacitly for a semester. He thought that he would be able to get rid of this little ghost who made him gradually forget Lily after taking good care of her body before the end of this semester, but he didn't expect that she would dare to have a magical riot in front of him in the last potions class of this semester. The huge magic power in the room startled him. He looked at Poloris for the first time this semester. He watched her break her fingers in a rough way to lock the magic power in her body, and then comforted Longbottom as if nothing had happened. Do you really know what she's doing?

"Neville, enough laps, stop bottling." Poloris turned her head and told the child who was stiff all over, and she looked at Snape helplessly after noticing that her wrist was gripped even tighter, what did he think?He didn't want to see her, so she reduced her sense of presence and cooperated with him. She locked the magic power in her body with ease and planned to go to the medical wing after class and let Madam Pomfrey give some guidance to help her recover. The wound on her finger can be healed in two days after drinking some medicine. , It's just that the magic power will be unstable within half a month, why is he so angry? "I think, whether I can bear it or not, it's obviously not good to treat a lady like this." She replied in a low voice, and the students in the classroom looked at them, completely ignoring the cauldron where the potion was being boiled.

"Mr. Malfoy." Snape stared at her and ordered. "Please collect the potions for this class and send them to my office after class." After finishing speaking, he did not wait for Draco to respond, and he strode out of the classroom, pulling the staggering Poloris out of the classroom. The robe rolled violently behind him, indicating that the master is in an extremely bad mood right now.