Soul shaping

.The potion in the pot gradually turned a clear blue.

In the next half of the class, Riddle corrected Harry's mistakes twice more, and taught him a shortcut for slicing, which greatly improved his pharmaceutical efficiency.

Before get out of class ended, Snape, as usual, walked by his place, looking for an opportunity to taunt him.Harry was confident that he had done well enough this time, that even Snape had nothing to fault - and sure enough, he stared at the well-mixed white potion in his cauldron for a while before finally leaving without saying anything.

It's finally the weekend of the week.Harry and Ron were sitting in the living room playing a kind of Gobstone chess. The pieces were made of pure metal, very beautiful, and it would spray foul-smelling gas on the loser.

Ron was an expert at playing Gobstone, and Harry was no match for him, losing three games in less than an hour.

"Stop playing, I still have three papers to write." Harry admitted defeat.They put away the chessboard, and took pens and parchment from their satchels.

"Professor McGonagall arranged a nine-inch paper, and Snape also had a seven-inch..." Ron took out his textbook with a frown. "Where did Hermione go?"

"Her weekends are always spent in the library, you forget?"

Frowning, Harry flipped through Intermediate Transfiguration, writing carelessly on the parchment, and it took him a moment to realize that he was completely wasting the parchment... while Ron chewed on the barrel of his pen, not knowing what to do with it.

"By the way, didn't Wood come to you for training?"

"Oh, he said there was a game tonight." Harry became excited at the mention of Quidditch, and he hadn't touched his Nimbus 2000 for a long time.

They didn't chat for a few words and started to write the paper again. Harry looked at the textbook with his head propped up. He felt his head getting heavier and heavier, the words in front of his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see anything clearly... The pen fell on the table with a slap , which made him sober up, picked up his pen and continued to read, but his eyelids drooped again soon.After a while, he fell asleep on the table.

"Hey, Harry! Are you asleep?" Ron pushed him and muttered in confusion, "It's strange, I only took a nap at noon."

But Harry quickly sat up again, glanced at the paper he had written, and put it aside.He took out another piece of parchment from his schoolbag, and began to write quickly.

Ron was staring at a stain on the book in a daze, when he suddenly heard the rustling of pens next to him, he raised his head and looked curiously.He stared dumbfounded at Harry quickly writing rows of neat English words on the parchment, the speed of his hands was breathtaking.Moreover, he almost didn't turn over the book when he was writing the thesis, so he came at his fingertips.

"you you……"

"I suddenly thought of something, so I'm going first. Goodbye, Ron." Harry finished writing the last line.He closed the pen cover, put the book on the table back into the bag, and rolled the parchment and put it in the side pocket of the bag.He picked up his schoolbag, waved to Ron, and walked out of the lounge.

Ron stared blankly at his back.The sense of loneliness and distance I felt before came back to me.

Harry strode down the corridor, his expression stern, his black eyes behind the glasses cold and dangerous.

Neville was walking towards him. He smiled and wanted to say hello to Harry, but when he met those eyes, his body trembled for some reason, and a chill spread in his heart.He shivered and turned his head away.

what's wrong with harryAre you angry...

Harry walked past Watchman Filch's office, checked left and right to make sure no one was there, and then turned into the nearby girls' bathroom.

There was no one in the bathroom, and a girl was crying faintly from one of the cubicles.That's probably why there's no one in this bathroom.Harry pushed open the door of the compartment, and the ghost inside stopped crying instantly and turned around.

"Hey, this is the girls' bathroom!" she complained dissatisfied.

Harry didn't answer, and walked directly to the sink in the cubicle.It looked like an ordinary sink, with bland pipes and handles.Harry squatted down, and gently stroked the side of the copper faucet with his fingers. There was a small snake carved there. Because it had been touched too many times, the diamond-shaped lines on the surface had been smoothed.

"Salazar Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four... Please let me use your sharp weapon this time to fulfill your wish." He whispered, with an almost distorted expression on his immature face His cold blood, if anyone sees it, it will definitely become an inescapable nightmare.A cruel smile curled up on the corner of his lips, but it disappeared quickly.He turned and walked towards the myrtle floating in mid-air.

"This beautiful lady, may I know your name?" He looked up at her with a simple and innocent smile on his face, which made people defenseless.

"You...I'm Myrtle." Myrtle's cheeks were translucent.Harry reached out to her, and leaned down to kiss the back of her hand.

"Miss Myrtle, I would like to...well, borrow your cubicle, I hope you don't mind. After all, this is your cubicle, I think it is better to ask your opinion."

Myrtle blushed even more, she turned around quickly, her voice became softer: "I don't mind, you can use it..."

"Thank you so much. You are so kind, much cuter than those girls I met." He showed a very surprised expression.

"Thank, thank you...that...you can always borrow here, and you can come here in the future..." Myrtle stammered, extremely shy.

"That's great, that's great...you're so kind. By the way, I don't want anyone to know about it, and I hope it will remain a secret between the two of us. Can you, beautiful lady?" He looked at her tenderly, as if his doting eyes belonged only to her, making her sink deeply in the black sea and sink forever.

"Of course, only the two of us know about it."

"Also, if I come with others in the future, I may pretend that I don't know you. I hope you don't take it to heart."

"No, I can understand...they don't like me..." Myrtle was about to cry again, Harry's eyes flashed a moment of impatience, and his face remained tender:

"I know, they did too much to you, they don't understand you at all...they don't understand your kindness, but I know, I know you are actually very gentle, right?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

She didn't wait for an answer.The little boy has disappeared without a trace.

The author has something to say: I think it is better to set twelve o'clock and eighteen o'clock...

☆, one percent

It was night when Harry woke up, sprawled on the table in the Gryffindor lounge, and Ron kept shaking his shoulders.

"Harry, Harry! Why did you fall asleep again! Are you too tired from training?"

"... What training?" Harry was still a little dazed.

"It's Quidditch training!" Ron waved a finger in front of him, "You're not stupid, are you?"

Harry rubbed his head, looked at his watch, and almost jumped up: "It's already seven o'clock? God, I've slept for so long! I didn't write my thesis, and I didn't go to training..."

"Harry! What are you talking about? Didn't you finish your thesis? You also went to the training, and Wood praised you!"

"What..." Harry opened his mouth wide, and he suddenly realized something, and stopped.

"Riddle, did you do it?"

"it's me."

"How could you do that? How could you control my body without my consent?"

"I'm sorry, Harry, I thought you were really tired, so I wrote your paper for you. The captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team just came to call you to practice, and you were still sleeping. I thought you might I'm not in the training state, so... I won't do this kind of thing without authorization in the future. I thought I was helping you, but I didn't expect you to be so angry..." Riddle's voice was very low. It was tight, as if he was trying to hold back his sobs.

Harry's heart softened after hearing this, but he still didn't want to forgive him easily.This kind of thing has already touched his bottom line, and he doesn't mind letting him use his body occasionally, but only with his permission.

"Wait, you said you wrote the paper for me?" Harry suddenly realized something important.

"Yes, it's in your schoolbag. But my handwriting is not like yours, so it's better for you to copy it again yourself."

Harry opened the schoolbag, and Riddle tidied it up neatly, but he didn't see the parchment—it was only after Riddle's prompt that he saw the paper inserted on the right side of the scroll.

He read it carefully from beginning to end, and the more he read it, the more surprised he was.This paper is top-notch in terms of wording, structure, and depth of content. It is definitely not something he can write at this age. If he submits it, it will definitely be regarded as cheating... although it is true.

"Well, Riddle, what you wrote... is too professional. I'm only in the second grade now, and Professor McGonagall knows that I'm not a genius like Hermione." Harry was a little embarrassed.

"You can rewrite according to your own level..."

"You teach me how to write essays," interrupted Harry. "I forgive you if you promise to teach me."

"……it is good."

three hours later.

Tom Riddle, a top student with excellent grades, modest and polite background, former student council president, a god-level student who passed O in OWLs and NEWTs, began to doubt for the first time that he wanted to serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts The class teacher's decision is not wrong.

He considers himself a very patient person, although this is not easy to see, and of course he will not spend time on unimportant people.But when he failed to explain the meaning of diffraction to Harry in three different ways, he was silent for a full 3 minutes, and finally managed not to get angry.

"I don't think I need to understand the meaning of this word yet. Even if I don't understand, it won't affect my writing papers..." Harry whispered, feeling that the other party's patience was exhausted and he was a little nervous.

"...I know, I was too anxious. I'll give you another way of saying it." Riddle took a deep breath.He has his own unique understanding of the magic system, so he can make achievements in various fields.But it was clear that Harry didn't understand the structure of his train of thought, at least not yet.

"Okay..." Harry replied somewhat miserably.He was very afraid that Riddle would leave him because he was too stupid, and felt that he should praise him, "Riddle, I think you are very good. How do you usually learn?"

"At ordinary times, listen carefully to the class, read more books, go to the library more, ask the teacher more questions, and practice more. If you do this, you can probably reach... one percent of my level."

"...is my level really that bad?" Harry was shocked.

"No. Your level is not bad among second-year students, mainly because I am too strong."

"..." It was the first time Harry heard Riddle say such a brazen word, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

The wall clock hanging on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, and he was the only one left in the lounge, and the fire in the empty fireplace was jumping and burning, making a beeping sound.The wind blows outside the building, lonely and far away.

Harry barely finished the remaining two papers.He rubbed his eyes, very tired.At this moment, he just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep, and he didn't even bother to move when he walked to the dormitory.

But he still yawned, packed his schoolbag, and walked upstairs unsteadily.Extreme tiredness swept over him, almost engulfing him, he leaned against the wall for a while, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

"Harry. Harry. Go back to the bedroom and sleep again. It's too dangerous to sleep here."

"Hmm..." Harry nodded dumbly, and walked up a few steps while holding onto the wall, but his feet missed the ground, and he fell backwards.The locket hanging around his neck swung, and a cloud of black flakes gushed out and sank into his heart.The magic wand in his hand quickly fired a golden light towards the ground, and his body reacted to regain his balance.Harry frowned and continued walking up.

He could feel the tiredness of this body, like a candle that was about to run out of oil, the light was fragile and wobbly.

It's not an option to go on like this.I possessed myself too frequently, and absorbed too much of his power.If this continues, he will become more and more lethargic, and his spirit will become worse and worse. Sooner or later, he will be admitted to the hospital, and his identity may be exposed because of this...

Harry rubbed the space between his brows and opened the bedroom door.The lights have been turned off, and the bedroom is pitch black.He pulled out his wand and said "Luminescence", followed the light of the wand to find his own bed, pulled the quilt away and lay down under the quilt.

"...good night, Harry."

a few days later.

Draco was lazily sitting in the lounge listening to a few classmates bragging about their summer vacation experience with exaggerated expressions, which is similar to crashing into an airplane while riding a broom, meeting a troll in a pyramid, and meeting an eagle Draco could casually make up hundreds of adventure stories about a horse-winged beast fighting, without repetition.

Whether their words were true or not, nothing could have been more exciting than what happened to me.he thinks.

Meeting the fabled Voldemort and running errands for him... there's nothing better than that, isn't it?

Draco was thinking about going out to have some fun when a small snow-white thing bumped into his sight.It flapped its wings, spun and landed on the table, tilted to one side.

It was a thousand paper cranes.

Draco asked Crabbe and Goyle to ask for leave from Snape for him, and hurried to the place written on the note.That corridor led to a row of transfiguration classrooms for the lower grades and several warehouses, and on the other side was the office of the janitor Filch and a shared bathroom.

During class, the corridors were empty, and the shadows of tall trees fell on the marble floor in different shades.Occasionally, a few black-feathered blue-tailed birds jumped on the handrail, uttered thin and sharp chirps, and then flew away.

Draco looked at the note carefully several times, and after confirming that the content on it had been deeply imprinted in his mind, he tore it up and lit it on fire.

He bit his fingertips and wrote a sentence carefully on the wall with blood.Blood trickled slowly along the uneven walls, blurring the boundaries of the letters.

He walked along the corners of corridors and stairwells, walking as slowly as possible, making a strange, snake-spitting noise--he had practiced for a while to do the resemblance, and found himself Quite talented.

After walking back and forth like this for three or four times, he vaguely heard the sound of something sliding from the wall, not in a hurry, like a hunter who is bound to catch is quietly approaching his prey.

Draco knew that he had succeeded, and all he had to do now was to leave the scene as soon as possible... But he was also curious about the meaning and consequences of what Voldemort asked him to do, although he almost guessed half of it.

"Meow!" Filch's cat, known as Mrs. Norris, suddenly rushed out and yelled at him with hostility, and its fur stood on end.Draco made a face at it, turned around and ran, Mrs. Norris chased after him, but within a few steps, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground, his body stiffened, his snow-white hair soaked by the water pouring out of the bathroom up.

He covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, but his heart was filled with ecstasy.

☆, handwriting on the wall

When Harry, Ron and Hermione walked out of the Transfiguration classroom, the corridor was unexpectedly crowded. All the students were stuck together and refused to disperse, pointing and talking about something.Harry saw the mixed expressions of horror and chuckle on some people's faces, and couldn't help but be more puzzled.

"Hey, step aside, step aside! What's going on?" Ron pulled Harry forward, and they heard Filch's angry growl echoing through the hallway, "Who! Who's— Who killed my cat! I'm going to get him out..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and he saw the poor petrified cat through the gap between the heads, with its eyes wide open in fear, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying.

And on the wall behind it, the bloody characters smeared are eye-catching and dazzling, which seems to imply a dark and dangerous omen.

"The chamber of secrets has been opened."

They stared at the line of words in shock, speechless.

"Descendants of the enemy, listen up! The next one is you, Mudblood!" A shrill voice overwhelmed the boiling voices, and a pale boy with a pointed chin pushed aside the crowd and walked out, clasping his hands and looking directly at Ha benefit them.His gray eyes sparkled and there was a malicious smile on his face.

"Harry, what are you talking about... What the hell is the Chamber of Secrets?"

"I think it's simply that Mrs. Norris has done too much evil—"

"That's right, look how many times she usually sues us—"

Fred and George came over to sit next to them with a smile, winking: "Hey, do you know that there have been fourteen Slytherins who have confessed to the crime so far, and they all said in unison that they did it, Chamber of Secrets They started it, they've wanted to do it for a long time."

"Huh? Aren't they afraid of being fired?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Oh, of course. The premise is that they really did it. Those people are regarded as heroes in the lounge of Slytherin House. I don't think it's very interesting." George shrugged, fingers on the table "They don't even know how that cat died."

"How did he die?" Harry and Ron's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Petrification. To be precise, it's not dead, it's petrified." Fred took up the conversation, "Alright Harry, we're actually here to ask you to train—Wood said that this time we must Beat Slytherin to pieces, I think he's crazy..."

Harry looked at the rainy weather outside the window, and nodded in agreement: "I think so too."

Harry reluctantly changed into his uniform and looked outside at the increasing rain, while Wood was still talking endlessly: "Harry, you can't be like last time this time. We have to beat Slytherin , there is nothing to say about this..."

Harry knew he was talking about the last school year when he was in a coma in the hospital and the Gryffindor team suffered the biggest defeat in 300 years.He rubbed his head guiltily, and vaguely heard a cold snort.

They practiced in the rain for two hours before Wood called a halt to the practice amidst the intensifying rain and protests from the players.

Harry was wet everywhere, and his hair was matted and clung to his forehead and cheeks.He took off his glasses and set them aside, and Fred threw him a towel and told him to give his head a good wipe.

Just as he was changing into dry clothes, Riddle's voice sounded: "It's quite interesting."

"...what are you referring to?" Doesn't it mean that two hours in the rain was fun?

"I mean Quidditch."

"Quidditch is very interesting. It's my favorite sport, and the only one I can play well..." Harry remembered that when he was a child, he hadn't come to Hogwarts, and he didn't even know the magic school. While present, no one wants to play with him, or even get close to him.He could only stand from a distance and watch Dudley and his little followers play football and basketball, and he was at best a coolie picking up balls.

"Let me try again next time."

"what?"

"I mean, let me try Quidditch."

"You mean, you want to borrow my body...? How can this work? It's too dangerous. Riddle, can you play Quidditch?"

"I only hit once."

"…" Harry knew he was talking about their first training session this term.

"It was a lot of fun."

"..."

"I want to try again."

"I... I'll think about it," Harry stammered.

"it is good."

They came out of the dressing room and met the members of the Slytherin team head-on.They came with umbrellas, and the Slytherin snake emblem on their chests was shining in the continuous rain.

"No way, is the Slytherin team as crazy as Wood, wanting to practice in the rain?" George said softly.

"It shows that they also attach great importance to this game." Kelly said.

"Hey, Wood, did you practice hard?" Captain Flint stopped and smiled maliciously, "But you don't have a chance to jump this time, it will only be worse than last time."

"Really, who gave you this confidence?" Angelina said coldly.

"A new member of our team has joined, you don't know yet? His father is a generous man... Let's see what kind of gift he brought us!" The smile on Flint's face became even stronger. Obviously, he waved in one direction.A little boy came over, raised his pale face proudly.

"Malfoy?!" said Harry, Fred, and George in unison.

"Are you still using Comet?" Draco asked knowingly, very proud, while the other team members raised their brooms one after another.The smooth lines, exquisite decoration and excellent materials all indicate that it is——

"Nimbus 2001. Is it much faster than Nimbus 2000? As for your 'Comet' series..." Draco raised the corners of his lips, cold and sarcastic, "It can be thrown into the trash can."

"you!"

"Maybe if you make a suggestion to the school, someone will be willing to buy your outdated 'comets' at a low price." Draco continued to add fuel.

"At least Gryffindor players don't need money to join the team." A clear voice rang out, followed by the sound of a string of heels hitting the ground and splashing water, which was especially clear in the rain.

The faces of the Slytherin team darkened, and Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor team with an umbrella.

"Hermione, why are you here?" Harry was a little surprised.

"I came back from the library and just passed by here." Hermione explained, frowning at Draco.

Draco was squinting at Hermione, eyes blurred by the patter of rain.He suddenly said something that caused a commotion in an instant: "No one asks for your opinion, you mudblood!"

Flint stepped up to Draco and stopped George and Fred with his tall body; Angelina and Kelly waved their brooms and screamed, "How dare you say that, How dare you say that"; Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket, pointed at Draco, who was blocked by Flint's arm, and said loudly "You'll regret it"!

There was a bang, and a beam of green light shot out from the other end of the wand, hitting Harry in the stomach, causing him to take two steps back, and fell into the rain.

"Harry! Are you alright?" Fred and Hermione hurried over to help him up.Harry opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he spit out huge bubbles, which flew into the air and were quickly crushed by raindrops.

The Slanterins laughed while pointing at him, and Draco squatted down and beat his knees with laughter, so happy he couldn't help it.

"Let's take him to the infirmary first." Hermione looked worriedly at Harry, who was still spitting bubbles.

"That little bastard Malfoy, I'm going to knock him off the broom one day," George said coldly.

"Then don't do that, you can't foul because of him!" Hermione was taken aback.

"Just kidding." George shrugged, and after Hermione was relieved, he added, "But I'm serious."

They helped Harry all the way to the infirmary, where Madam Pomfrey asked how he was doing as soon as she saw him, and cast a few spells on him.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hermione asked concerned.

"Hmm...much better. It's just that the nose still hurts." Harry was finally able to speak.

"Oh, that's a bit of aftereffect! Eat some peppermint gum, it will be much better!" Mrs. Pomfrey urged.

They thanked her and left the infirmary, not far before meeting Neville.He appeared to be running all the way, out of breath.

"Um... Harry, Malfoy and the others sued Professor Snape, saying that you cast a curse on him. Professor Snape punished you to help Filch." Neville said panting.

"What? It's you who was cursed!" Fred exclaimed, "That kid is unscathed!"

"Forget it, Fred, thank you. I'll go find Filch." Harry rubbed his nose and took a breath.

"Harry, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I'm really fine." He waved at them indifferently, and walked towards Filch's office alone.

The author has something to say: This chapter is a transition

☆、Prize Room

The Prize Room is a huge warehouse filled with all the awards, certificates, trophies and medals that Hogwarts has ever given out.When Filch pushed open the rusty black door, the dust hit his face like a thick fog, almost covering Harry's eyes and nose.He choked several times, and after observing the thickness of the dust on the trophy, he couldn't help but suspect that it hadn't been cleaned for decades.

"Wipe up all the trophies and medals in here! If I come back and see a little dust, or if you dare to break one, just wait and shut it!" Filch said, his temper seemed to be because of Luo Mrs. Liz, petrified and more irritable, slammed the door hard as she left.

Harry could only curse inwardly, and fetched a bucket of water from the bathroom.He dipped a rag in water, and carefully wiped along the outer shell and inner wall of the trophy, digging out every inch of sticky dust that had accumulated.

The water was soon completely dirty, sticky and black.Harry rested against the wall, feeling his arm sore as if it was about to be removed.

He wiped several Gryffindor Quidditch cups along the way, as well as Slytherin's; there was also a row of crystal trophies for outstanding graduates, engraved with their names and filled with red paint.He saw the names of his father, James Potter, and his mother, Lily Evans, among the outstanding graduates, and he was suddenly struck in the heart, filled with pride and sadness.

"Do you need me to help you?" Riddle asked.

"How can you help me? Is there a spell that sweeps away all the dust?" Harry asked casually.

"Of course there is."

Not expecting a positive answer, Harry straightened up and accidentally bumped his elbow into a coat of arms, causing it to fall with a loud, crisp sound from a cabinet full of silver trophies and medals.Harry quickly picked it up and was about to put it back, but was attracted by the engraved words on the surface.

In 1942, Tom Riddle was awarded the Campus Special Contribution Award.

Riddle...?

"Riddle...is this you?"

"……it's me."

"What is your campus special contribution award?"

"Now is not the time to tell you... you will know later." Whether it was his illusion, Harry felt that Riddle's voice was particularly gloomy, as if a demon was spreading its membrane wings deep in his throat and grinding its teeth to suck blood.The thought startled him.

"By the way, Riddle, I have a question I haven't asked you...you existed 50 years ago, so why do you look so young?"

"Because I keep what I was in fifth grade." Riddle replied, he suddenly emerged from the locket, took the coat of arms in Harry's hand, flicked the dust off the surface, and squinted Eyes tracing its radians and ravines, "My body has been destroyed, only my soul is sealed in this diary."

His voice was very low, vaguely as if a dark river was rushing by.

"Who destroyed your body?" Harry smelled a story from his words, and his heart seemed to be crushed with gravel, with a dull pain.He was full of curiosity about this person, no matter how he looked at him, he was too special, like a black gem shining with the light of the starry sky, attracting him all the time.

His gentle and delicate, undisguised strength, and his ghostly body in sharp contrast, all made Harry want to find out the past behind him.Even though he could often feel the dangerous aura emanating from him, he still couldn't stop himself from looking at him.

Riddle looked at him silently, his eyelashes drooping, immersed in the dim light of the prize room.It was only then that Harry realized that he was wearing an old-fashioned Hogwarts school uniform, and his whole body was only black and white. His black hair, pupils and white cheeks were blurred like an old black and white photo.

He doesn't seem to exist in this world, but a memory from the long past.

"Who destroyed my body? That's a good question. Harry, who do you think it could be?" Riddle looked straight at him, speaking softly, like a gust of wind gently stroking his heart.

"I... How would I know, he must be a very powerful person." Harry was stunned by him, and murmured.

"Yeah, I also thought that only those who are strong enough can kill me." His eyes were indifferent, and violent hatred flashed across his eyes for a moment, like fire and lightning piercing his calm pupils, "But I was wrong... Yes, I admit that I was wrong, I underestimated the enemy...I was killed by an existence that I thought was no threat at all, and my body was broken since then, only my soul survived. But I am not reconciled...I want to come back, I want to regain everything I own, I want to prove what the world thinks wrong. He is not special at all, I am the powerful existence...!"

His voice became softer and more subdued, but Harry could feel the hidden explosive power in that vague body, intense and painful, enveloping him like a dark cloud.

He couldn't help reaching out and hugging his shoulder.He thought his arm would pass through his body, but no, he felt a cold sting, as cold and clear as he touched the ink paper.

Riddle turned his face to the boy's warm cheek.But that temperature seemed to only linger on the surface of the skin, never able to warm him up, separating yin and yang.He stretched out his hand, gently slid into his hair, and smoothed it for him one by one, feeling the soft hair full of fingers.

Harry slowly closed his eyes and lowered his arms.He didn't dare to touch him hard, as if if he did that, Riddle's body would be torn apart.

"You'll do it.

"One day, you'll stand in front of him again.

"You'll have the whole world."

He was slightly dazed.In the end, he just lowered his eyes in silence.

They soon had their first Quidditch match.Gryffindor will face Slytherin. These two teams seem to exist to be hostile to each other from birth, and the smell of gunpowder often spreads around before the game has even started.

Slytherin students wear flashing badges on their chests, and the "Slytherin must win" on the badges will change colors at a fixed frequency; while Gryffindors wear red and gold clothes representing Gryffindor, Luna even wore a big hat in the shape of a lion, and the lion let out a roar from time to time; when they met each other, they yelled and taunted each other as much as they could, as if this would make their team Victorious.

It was raining heavily on the day of the game.They were packing their gear in the dressing room, Harry fondling his Nimbus 2000 to hide his nervousness.

"We have trained enough times, and the actual combat experience is definitely much richer than that of Slytherin!" Wood encouraged everyone.

"Yeah, I haven't had my jersey done since July—" Fred said.

"Although Slytherin has better brooms than us, we have better players. In short, we have only one goal, and that is victory! Either defeat Slytherin, or die on the battlefield!"

"Harry, let me play this game." Riddle said suddenly.

"what?"

"I have a hunch that you'll be in the hospital after this game."

"You mean this heavy rain? It's okay, we train a lot in the rain