curse the world at hogwarts

The pureblood families seemed to dream of creating a Daenerys Stormborn, but unfortunately the most persistent among them only managed to create a Bellatrix.

Pure blood is supreme~

Always pure~

As a result, Draco's brain is already considered outstanding.

Although he was full of doubts about whether Marcus, who had been tricked by mandrakes after passing the second-year class and was lying on the ground, had enough brains to deal with the challenge, Draco had to follow the group back to the common room.

It can be seen from this that the Malfoy family may look like a star to the hypocritical adults, but the children are used to listening to their elders’ behind-the-scenes words...

I really didn't take Draco too seriously.

But Draco also considered Slytherin's honor, so after listening to his analysis, many little snakes still fell into deep thought.

They can indeed continue to reject inferior games, but they must face the increasingly lagging Academy points.

Even though some of them had their IQs ruined by incest, no one expected that a happy guy would suddenly appear and Gryffindor would suddenly be deducted hundreds of points.

Known for their shrewd reality, they adhere to the theory of magical materialism and do not believe in Trelawney's old magical superstition.

"How about... try it?" A little snake suggested.

"By the way, is there nothing happening with Professor Snape?" Another little snake picked up the dean.

"It's not that there's nothing, it's that there's nothing we can do." Daphne Greengrass, who had just returned from outside, provided the answer. "Just now I saw Professor Snape's activity suggestion being rejected by Professor Lyle..."

"He said that the professor should not engage in such boring and cliquey potion making, and suggested that the dean should refer to some games in the Muggle world, such as..."

"What is Lianliankan?"

As soon as it was mentioned that Muggles were being used as a reference, the little snakes instantly became angry!

How could noble wizards play the games of lowly Muggles?

This is naked trouble!

But the anger turned into anger, and they fell into silence again because of their incompetence and rage...

"Ugh!"

A little snake suddenly sighed.

"Glory is all I want!"

"The score is whatever I want!"

"Can't you have both?"

"Sacrificing glory to gain points!"

Sizing up the situation is also one of the traditional qualities that Slytherin flaunts.

While the little badgers, little eagles and even the little lions were stunned, and the little snakes began to rush towards the wizards and witches in groups, Rhine Lyle faced his biggest challenge this year.

"Soul-killing potion? Ready!"

"Occlumency? Faultless!"

"..."

Dobby, the house elf, was watching and chattering beside him. He laid out various potions, spells and even magic items used to stabilize the soul and prevent erosion, and laid an ambush on the old black notebook. Speechless.

He swore on the short first half of his life that if Lucius Malfoy was one-tenth as cautious as Rhine, he would not have fallen into the current situation of pure-blood embarrassment and mixed-blood hostility.

After repeatedly checking the defense of the office, Rhine took Dobby into the bathroom next to the bedroom, took a sip of the potion, and then solemnly opened the old notebook in front of him.

The first Horcrux currently in the world, and the only Horcrux revived from the original work - Tom Riddle's diary opened before his eyes, and Rhine pulled out his quill.

"Thursday, September 1992, 9, the weather was okay..."

"..."

After Rhine carefully separated out some of the emotions that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, and seeped them into the diary in front of him, Tom Riddle suddenly woke up inside - the young Voldemort was speechless.

Although I call this a diary, why are you so serious about writing a diary for me?

"Huh?" Rhine outside made a surprised voice, "What's going on?"

The date and weather he wrote disappeared instantly, and the ink marks were completely absorbed by the inner pages of the diary.

Then came Tom Riddle's reply.

"Hello."

"I'm not good."

"?"

"I'm scared by you."

"I am not a bad guy."

"That's what bad guys usually say."

"..."

Don’t good people say that?

Tom Riddle wanted to rush out of the diary, grab the bastard outside's head, and bang it against the table.

Are you leaving it here or here with me?

What kind of nonsense literature is this?

But now he has no ability, no information, and knows nothing about everything outside. He can only endure and continue to follow the instructions.

"I'm just a lonely soul. What bad thoughts can a little soul have?"

Rhine rolled his eyes. He felt that the conversation in front of him was getting weirder and weirder.

It's like he downloaded a social software called "Baibai" in his previous life, and clicked on a certain conversation on it to cheat.

I don’t see, Lord Voldemort, do you still have this ability?

He had forgotten that in order to get Hufflepuff's gold cup, this little boy used all his skills to deal with the old lady Hepzibah Smith, the incompetent descendant of Hufflepuff.

Xiao Fu may have a deeper understanding of these gameplay methods, such as the Rich Woman's Happy Ball, than Laing, who only expresses his admiration online, and may even be more personal!

It was not easy for Voldemort to say it, and he burst into tears.

After going back and forth, Xiaofu finally brought the topic of Rhine back to a more in-depth level. He asked for information about Rhine as naturally as possible.

You must know that names are of great significance in magic and metaphysics. This is an important step for Xiaofu to penetrate into the spirit and even soul of Rhine.

"Am I lucky enough to know which beautiful lady I am communicating with?"

"emmmmmmm... My name is Jodie Foster and I am a Hufflepuff."

As this conversation unfolded, Dobby, the elf who had never seen the world, had already covered his eyes and could no longer look straight at the scene in front of him.

All the great legends and heroic stories about the hunter Rhine Lyle that it had grown up listening to were completely shattered into pieces of glass.

Yes, what Rhine drank before opening the diary was the famous Polyjuice Potion.

There is a piece of Clarice Starling's hair inside. How did you get it?

The house elf in charge of cleaning the bathroom in the safe house said she had something to say, but she didn't dare say it.

With Rhine's answer, Riddle in the diary finally dispelled the darkness in front of his eyes and saw the scene of the outside world.

At first glance, he had to admit that this Hufflepuff girl was indeed very good, at least he didn't need to think about the time he pleased old Mrs. Hepzibah.

Agent Shi Daling is obviously over 20 years old, but her baby face is very confusing.

Judy was nearly thirty when she starred in "Silence of the Lambs", and Clarice herself is actually more like her from the "Double Agent" era. She looks like the older lolita in "The Little Foxes" again.

This shows how much Hannibal, the lsp, deserves a beating.

The most important thing is that Tom Riddle would never have thought that people outside had dug a big hole for him, using one thousand percent illusions to deceive him who was "absolutely" impossible to foresee or see through. .

Rhine had to reiterate again——

Arrogance is the enemy of mankind.