HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 311 truly managed to stabilize one person's emotions while another was on the verge of

Looking at Harry, who was so different from his usual well-behaved self, a complex emotion welled up inside me.

The dark version of him before me exudes a dangerous aura, yet I inexplicably find myself drawn to him.

I tilted my head slightly to meet his burning yet dangerous gaze, and said softly, "Okay, but you can't be impulsive. You can't beat him right now."

Harry's eyes widened slightly, then he pulled me into a tight embrace, resting his chin on my shoulder: "I can't lose you, Ayers. I don't want to give up any of those who are trying to take you from me."

Harry's intuition was spot on; he knew many people were after his lover, and he needed to compete, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he lost.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, seemingly the voices of Hermione and Ron.

Harry warily shielded me behind him, his wand gripping tightly in his hand.

I then carefully tidied my clothes, which they had just messed up. I hadn't even gotten back to my dorm to change before they blocked my way.

The door was flung open, and Hermione and Ron appeared in the doorway, panting.

Hermione's gaze swept over Harry and me, and seeing that I was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, Senior Ayers, you're alright. When I saw you being taken away, I thought..." Her voice suddenly choked up, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Ron frowned, looked at Harry and then at me: "Harry, you made quite a commotion just now, what happened?"

Harry frowned slightly, glanced at me, and then put away his wand: "It's nothing, just a little trouble, but it's been resolved."

Hermione glanced at us suspiciously, seemingly sensing the unusual atmosphere, but didn't ask any further questions.

Hermione picked up her wand and cast a 'detection charm,' the tip of the wand glowing with a ghostly blue light: "Senior Ayers, your magical fluctuations are abnormally disordered, and there's this residual dark magic..." She suddenly grabbed my wrist, "Are you injured?"

"No, I came back on my own. That person wouldn't hurt me." I immediately denied Hermione's words, pulled my hand back, and accidentally aggravated my wound, cold sweat sliding down my back.

The dragon blood within me was still burning hot, a reminder that Riddle's dark magic was still in effect.

The distant chimes of the clock tower echoed as I pulled my Riddle robe tighter around myself: "I need to go back to my dorm to change."

"Wait!" Hermione's wand pressed against the door frame, the potion bottle jingling in her bag. "At least let me check your injuries, Senior Ayers."

Ron had already pulled out the Chocolate Frog, the wrapper rustling: "Senior Ayers, why don't you eat something before you leave? You look worse than a ghost."

Harry suddenly grabbed my shoulder, the heat of his palm burning my skin through the fabric.

"It's okay, I have healing potions in my own dorm room. I just need to go back and get myself ready." It's been so long already. I just wanted to go back and change into something nice, but everyone's been blocking my way.

"Alright then, Senior Ayers, you should go back quickly." Hermione could tell that Senior Ayers didn't plan to stay here any longer; she could sense his eagerness to leave.

As I passed by Harry, he suddenly lowered his voice, so low that only I could hear, "I'll be waiting for you at the Room of Requirement tonight."

I heard it, but I didn't turn around to respond to Harry; I just left in a hurry.

It's true that Severus's cellar and Slytherin's common room are only a short distance apart, yet they were ambushed several times.

Thankfully, I made it back to the Slytherin common room this time. I was just about to step onto the marble floor and head back to my dorm when my sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

Theodore appeared in the shadows at some point, his pale fingers gripping the hem of my uniform, his silver-green tie hanging askew around his neck, clearly put on in a hurry.

Without a word, he opened the carved wooden door to the dormitory and pulled me inside.

“Ayers, what exactly happened yesterday?” Theodore leaned against the door, his eyes fixed on me, bloodshot. “First, I saw you rushing off to Professor Black, then you disappeared all night and didn’t come back until this morning.” His voice was abnormally hoarse, with a kind of almost uncontrollable tremor.

"Theodore, don't overthink it. I wasn't with Sirius last night." I really wasn't with Sirius; I spent the whole night playing with Riddle.

Before I could finish speaking, Theodore suddenly chuckled, loosening his crooked tie as the veins on his neck rose and fell with his breath: "So you admit it? Admit to going to Professor Black?"

Is this the main point? That I should go find Sirius?

His eyes churned with a crimson light, like the burning pupils of a trapped beast in the darkness. "Ayers, do you know who he is—"

"Of course I know who he is." He's a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and incidentally, one of my lovers.

I grabbed Theodore's wrist, which was pressed against the door, and his skin was shockingly cold, but his pulse was pounding violently in my palm.

“The point doesn’t seem to be Sirius.” My thumb traced the sharp angles of his wrist bone, watching his pupils contract sharply at my touch. “What are you afraid of, Theodore? Afraid I’ll get involved with the Order of the Phoenix, or are you afraid…”

My words trailed off in an ambiguous tone and dissipated into the air. Theodore suddenly struggled violently, but I pinned his knees against the back of his legs, completely suppressing him against the door.

His rapid breaths brushed against my neck. "Let go!" he growled through gritted teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath my hand. "Those people from the Order of the Phoenix only know how to use you as a pawn!"

His dark blue eyes churned with an almost manic emotion, reminding me of Riddle last night. Is it true that all Slytherins have a touch of madness?

It seems that an almost obsessive madness flows through the very bones of Slytherins—me, Riddle, and Theodore who is struggling beneath me right now.

In comparison, Severus's restraint hidden beneath his black robe and Draco's childlike arrogance seem all the more precious.

I suddenly leaned down and bit Theodore's earlobe, whispering as he groaned in pain, "Theodore, calm down."

Theodore froze abruptly, his wand falling unconsciously with a dull thud on the Persian carpet.

His fingers dug deep into the flesh of my back, adding new wounds to my body.

“Ayers, how could I possibly calm down? You disappeared all night yesterday,” his voice trembled as it came from his throat. “I was worried all night long.”

I could feel his trembling fingertips tracing along my spine, with an almost pious demand, yet also a beastly possessiveness.