[HP] Comparative

On the first day of the holiday, according to her habit, Hermione would spend most of the day making a review schedule for all three of them.The exception is that this year Harry is a warrior, so he doesn't have to take the exam.

"The ball game has been cancelled, and there is no final exam. I think you still have plenty of time to improve yourself for the third project." Hermione tapped Ron's schedule with her wand—a different light flashed on those small squares. Colors - while chatting with Harry.

Harry could tell she was in a good mood. "I feel okay now," he cheered up a little, "it's better than the previous two projects."

Ron was staring at the densely packed form that hadn't been completed yet, and nodded reluctantly upon hearing this. "Indeed, the maze sounds much better than the Black Lake of Fire Dragon." He suddenly remembered something, and blinked at Harry again: "Besides, you have a lot of strong backing, right?"

The answer to this question is obvious.Lily, James, and Sirius all wrote frequently to care about Harry's progress, not to mention Hermione who helped Harry with practical exercises whenever he was free.

But Hermione raised an eyebrow, and she saw something else. "You seem to mean something, Ron."

"You don't know?" Ron opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly understood, "You don't patronize those of you..." Seeing Hermione's eyebrows raised even higher, he quickly moved the house-elf and Skye behind him. Te swallowed it back. "Mostly, I'm talking about Riddle."

Now, Hermione turned to Harry, frowning. "Have you been in touch with him recently?"

"Not recently," Harry hurriedly clarified, "Just last time!"

"Last time?" Hermione still looked suspicious, "Did I miss any special development?"

"No!" Harry hastily clarified again, bringing up the reason he had told Ron last time - to ask Tom for advice on spells.

But Hermione's expression became more and more worried.Just when Harry tensed up and thought he was caught lying, she finally spoke with a hint of irritability in her tone: "How did I forget about this?"

Harry and Ron immediately looked at each other, neither following her train of thought.

"...what did you forget?" Finally, Harry asked cautiously.

"Create opportunities for you to meet each other!" Hermione replied unhappily, with a taste of self-pity, "It's been almost a month! How can we only meet once?"

Ron had put this matter behind him a long time ago, and he was relieved when he heard that it had nothing to do with him.In order to prevent Hermione from pulling him to "help" again, he quickly shut his mouth.

Harry hadn't thought of that either.To be honest, he was a little embarrassed to go to Tom by himself, and letting Hermione get in there...seems like it would only be more embarrassing? "I really appreciate you, Hermione," he tried to organize his words, "but haven't we already agreed? Let's win the third project first, so that Tom can... impress me ?”

"That's true, but I'm sure just being impressed is far from what you want." Hermione pointed out bitterly, "Or have you changed your mind?"

"No!" Harry reflexively denied.Then he realized that although he complained a lot to Tom, he still wanted a tall boy in his heart.

"This is the you I know," Hermione agreed, and began to study him again. "However, I have to say that there are still more than two months before the third project. You don't really plan to wait until after the game to find Riddle?"

This adds up to more than three months of seeing each other, which is especially unreasonable when one is chasing the other, and Harry understands Hermione's subtext very well. "I know..." He slumped his shoulders, using the gesture to mask the still-not-quite-dissipated irritation at Tom dropping him halfway, "but it's not nice to go to him just to ask him for help, isn't it?" ?”

Hermione might still have some doubts about this reason, but she didn't hold on to it. "Then find something else to talk about." She said without doubt, "Let me think about it—study? It must be useless, his grades are so good. Professor? It doesn't seem to work, even if it's their dean, he won't buy it." " She held her chin and stared at Harry without blinking, as if she could have a brilliant idea, "By the way, what are fifth graders doing these days? Aside from preparing for OWLs?"

Harry had no idea, and could only look at Ron for help.

"Probably...employment consultation?" Ron coughed lightly, feeling a little nervous to be stared at by four eyes at the same time, "Fred and George said that in the first week after the holiday... I Hearing them discussing it, if they had told the truth, Professor McGonagall would probably have told our mother."

Hermione frowned again, because it was a sure thing that Mrs Weasley would strongly object to the fact that the twins wanted to open a joke shop. "Don't mention them now," she waved her hand, and turned to Harry again. "Do you know what Riddle wants to do in the future?"

That really caught Harry off guard.He thought hard for a while, and finally could only shake his head.

"Isn't he definitely going to the Ministry?" joined Ron, now a little interested. "I guarantee every Slytherin thinks he's going to be a Minister!"

But Harry's head was full of Tom's "I don't want to be too public" line when he refused Crouch Jr.'s offer to help him in the Triwizard Tournament. "I don't think he will," blurted out before realizing what he said, "he won't go to the Ministry."

Ron and Hermione stared at Harry together in shock. "What?"

Harry couldn't explain the circumstances under which he heard Tom's crucial speech. "Anyway, he won't," he still insisted on his opinion, "just like he doesn't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Why not?" Ron asked a similar question to Hermione's earlier, inexplicably. "I thought he couldn't participate! He's not old enough, is he?"

In contrast, Hermione already understood a little bit. "You are as sure this time as last time... Is there any reason why you can't say it?"

"I haven't quite figured it out yet," was all Harry could reply, remembering that he didn't know who had signed him up for the Triwizard Tournament. "I'll let you know when I figure it out."

Ron didn't look very convinced, but it didn't matter, and he didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.As for Hermione, she was silent for a while, and then turned the topic back: "Find a chance to meet Riddle, Harry, just say a few words."

Hermione knew of the existence of the Marauder's Map, and Harry guessed she meant to use it to block Tom before chatting.But the problem is that the Marauder's Map is currently in Tom's hands!

Because he couldn't do anything, Harry failed to complete Hermione's request in the next two days.Not that he couldn't see Tom—every day he could see him from a distance around the hall table—but he didn't want to rush forward without a good reason.

You should still be angry, he told himself, and Tom should understand that not everything he does can be easily forgiven.

No matter how you look at it, you can't fault it.The only problem was that, with Tom's cruelty, he might have wished that Harry had been angry all the time, so that he could have some rare peace.

It has to be said that the pessimistic forecast made Harry even more hesitant.He admits that he is sometimes reckless, and he will not retreat easily, but the other party has repeatedly expressed his refusal. Isn't it particularly annoying if he looks forward to it again?Don't say those Slytherins can't stand it, he can't stand it himself...

On Sunday, the situation suddenly took a turn for the better.

On the breakfast table, owls flew one after another, bringing home-made eggs to the Hogwarts students.Whether it's Molly or Lily, they never forget to send a copy to all three friends every time, and it's the same this time.But apart from the three of them, there was an extra one in Harry's bag——

"Who is the last one for?" Ron poked his head curiously, and was shocked when he saw the letter paper unfolded in Harry's hand: "... huh?!"

Harry hurriedly folded the letter, and was extremely thankful that Ron didn't read the name - there were people around! "Be quiet," he asked in a low voice, looking around cautiously, "don't let others hear you."

Ron opened his mouth, still shocked: "I didn't expect that your mother..."

This unusual reaction caught Hermione's attention.She struggled to move away the two dragon-egg-sized Easter eggs in front of her, and asked in a breathy voice, "Your mother prepared it for Riddle, didn't you?"

Harry didn't even know that Hermione was so predictable, so he could only look at her in admiration and nodded.

"Fine," Hermione went on, "a good reason to bring to your door, and you'll be able to find him in a while."

To be honest, Harry wasn't ready for it yet.But Hermione was already on the defensive; as soon as she caught sight of Tom standing up from the Slytherin table, she poked Harry hard in the waist with her bent elbow.It really hurt, he could only reluctantly put down the unfinished bun in his hand, and got up holding the egg.

The tall boy walked very fast.As soon as he stepped out of the auditorium gate, Harry couldn't see the back of the other party.But it wasn't a big problem—Tom ​​was in the library at times like this.Because he couldn't think of how to speak, his pace became slower and slower, and finally he almost planned to slip away halfway.

Tom treated him so badly, why can he still get the Easter eggs made by Lily himself?

Even if he hid the eggs and ate them secretly, Hermione wouldn't know, would she?

But Harry knew that was all he could think about.Maybe he could hide it from Hermione, but if Lily asked, he'd give it away.He didn't want his mother to worry about him, so he had to hurry up, hoping that he still had a chance to stop the tall boy before he walked into the library.

The easter eggs are full of candies, and the administrator Mrs. Pince will never let him into the library... In fact, there is no need to say anything to Tom, he can leave after putting down the easter eggs...

"Harry."

Harry was trotting down the corridor when the familiar voice came out of nowhere.Realizing it was Tom, he stopped sharply and walked backwards back to the fork.

A tall boy indeed.The other party was lazily leaning against the wall, and seemed to have been waiting for quite a while. "Are you following me?"

Before, Harry would have thought it was a question.But now he was not in the mood to quarrel with Tom.Besides, Harry reckoned, the other party probably didn't need the Marauder's Map to spot him. "Almost," he replied stiffly, and at the same time walked into the short corridor, "This is for you."

The colorful Easter eggs couldn't be more conspicuous, Tom raised his eyebrows. "Let me guess—your mother prepared it?"

"That's right." Harry wanted to hand the egg to Tom, but he doubted that the other party would accept it cooperatively, so he simply placed it on the ground between the two of them.According to the plan, he should turn around and leave at this time.But when he lifted his foot, he still couldn't help adding: "I hope you don't waste her kindness."

Tom clearly saw Harry's impatience.His eyes moved from his ankles to Harry's face. "You seem angry." It was a statement.

After a long time, Harry's anger had been extinguished by half, but it was rekindled when he heard the words. "'As if'?" He repeated the word through gritted teeth, wanting to explode for a moment, but then quickly remembered his policy of quick fix. "It's nothing," he tried his best not to reveal his tone, "I'm going first."

Tom didn't answer, just stared at him quietly.Harry's back felt hairy, and he turned around and ran out quickly.But when he was about to reach the corridor outside, he seemed to have passed through some invisible barrier, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived in the completely opposite direction——

The corridor where he and Tom stayed was dead-end, and even the windows were boarded up diagonally.

It's space magic...why can Tom even know this?

But now is not the time to lament about Tom's level of magic, after all, being stuck in a dead corridor is obviously not suitable for any good conversation.Harry was very suspicious now that Tom had chosen the place on purpose, as he had planned to do in the first place.

Still the tall boy said nothing, but turned slowly, the yew wand in his hand.Seeing the other party walking towards him around the egg, and the dim skylight passing through the cracks in the planks made the expression in the black eyes even more gloomy, Harry suddenly panicked - he put his wand on the tower. "……what you up to?"

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