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Harry noticed Riddle staring at him across the room.
Actually, Harry was not really know him inside out.
So he intended to pretend that he didn't noticed Riddle's sight. But the feeling of sights crepting on his skin felt so gloomy.
That's so oddly, isn't it?
Why Riddle would not talk with Harry directly? What would Riddle want from Harry? Why the person is Harry?
Fortunately, Riddle stood up soon.
Harry sweared by his last name that if Riddle would gaze him one second more, he'd have to look back in return.
Oh fuck. Thanks Merlin.
Wait...What? Why Riddle is walking straight toward him！？
There were sirens in the beat of his heart.
No...Do not come here...!
Harry can not understand himself why he wish Riddle don't come.
But it just so.
Harry felt sweat broke out across his skin. Each of Riddle's footsteps was a knife thrust into Harry, sliver by sliver.
'Well, I can act like a fierce snake...Salazar! Gave your dearest student some power!'
Harry muttered bitterly to himself.