Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"I will burn everyone to ashes and make them fear me..." the young boy said. "A tooth for a tooth? An eye for an eye? This is so easy... I want them to lose everything!!!!"

The familiar lines and brushstrokes carved on the broken cabinet connected with reality at a certain moment. Clooney returned to her original dream. The boy she had met once did not bump into her this time. Instead, he stood beside the bed in the lonely small room, seemingly not feeling her presence. . He looked still young, but in a daze he seemed to have become as mature as usual.

It's Tom...

The cabinet that provided her with a temporary shelter turned out to be his name.

"Is this where he originally lived?" Clooney turned her head in surprise, but she had no intention of prying into her friend's privacy...

This time, before she could get close to the cabinet, the wooden cabinet burst into flames, and even spread to the edge. She subconsciously pulled it——

"Who are you?" It was not a familiar, seemingly gentle look.

Tom in the dream was full of murderous intent, and his black pupils even turned fiery red under the illusion, and the firelight could not even find its own reflection inside...

"Friends..." He still looked very guarded, "I have never had any friends!!!"

A black curse struck, stirring up a large vortex in the surrounding smoke, just like the clouds in the sky that were suddenly crossed by an airplane.

The familiar smoke symbolically enveloped her and transported her somewhere else.

This is all she remembers...

Clooney stared blankly at the curtains made of cotton - since the onset of winter, the tulle has also been switched to warmer cotton fabrics.

She had no intention of prying into her friend's privacy, but now it was obvious that she couldn't talk to Tom about it for a while: they might have really met in Hogwarts, after all, many things in the wizarding world were unclear. Not sure anymore. What's more... Tom said she looked familiar.

But it seems that he doesn't like this name... and he's not as calm as he usually appears. Although there are always mistakes in dreams: for example, Professor McGonagall is clearly a serious and responsible teacher, but dreams portray her as a submissive woman...

She imitated Mr. Black and shook her head from side to side, then snorted before finally getting rid of the disobedient energy.

"Claudine." Under the moonlight, the handsome young man in Slytherin uniform swayed in the pouring moonlight. He looked a bit like an elf on the way to a date in a fairy tale in the Muggle world. " haven't seen you for a long time."

"Long time no see." Clooney yawned, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Aren't you curious?" Tom sat on her seat very naturally, "Where have I been?"

"It's okay," she said. "Everyone has their own thing to do."

"You look much more pleasing to the eye now." He raised his head arrogantly, "So I'll ask you one last time, Clooney Albert."

"Huh?" She felt uncomfortable with Tom's sudden seriousness, "You are too solemn now."

They haven't seen each other for a while, shouldn't this be some kind of sticky reminiscing session? What is this?

"We belong to Slytherin. Although you are sometimes a little indecisive and have some good qualities, there is no doubt that we are the same person. Claudius."

When Tom wanted to convince someone, or even made up his mind to recruit someone, to work for him, he was indeed charming.

But obviously, Miss Albert, who had withstood Grindelwald's verbal attack, was not very fond of this, although his beauty temporarily confused her.

She waited patiently for what this talented ghost senior said.

"You want to change the world?"

"Of course." Clooney couldn't help but yawned again, "So we have to think about it in the long term."

"Since we have the same goal, why don't we work together? Clooney?" The handsome senior smiled softly, "When we join forces, nothing can stop us."

"What you said is very tempting, Tom." Clowney stood up. Tom Riddle was obviously very uncomfortable with being looked down from above. He jumped from the stool like a fish hit by a splash. The top bounced up, and then continued to fall towards him with a high and unruly gaze.

"But, unfortunately," she said, "I am not in the habit of opening my soul to others."

"How can you be sure this isn't a better option?"

"If you insist." Miss Albert smiled maliciously, "You can come and see me."

Clowney never thought about why Tom Riddle had to find someone who was compatible with him. Some of their thoughts were indeed very similar, but she had never been reckless enough to share her soul with others. A book from another country once vaguely introduced a technology that can resurrect the dead: first gain the trust of the living, then annihilate his soul and occupy his body. From then on, this wandering person will look brand new again. .

No one would make a bet with an unknown soul they had only known for a few months. Although he is indeed very useful and the past he shows seems to be somewhat gripping and sympathetic, it is not enough.

She was not sure about many things, but it was obvious that the technology that could cultivate immortality was not limited to the country of Great Britain.

Miss Albert showed her beautiful white teeth, "Let me see you, Tom, don't have any bad intentions. Are you a trustworthy and good friend?"

It was clear that both of them were disappointed.

Miss Albert sat calmly on the head of her bed, her left foot resting easily on her right foot, and her left hand supporting her increasingly heavy head to prevent it from sinking too much.

Tom Riddle was holding his head in pain, and the chaotic nerves and magic in his brain were like sharp pins piercing his brainstem.

He was shocked and angry: "Who the hell are you?!"

Miss Albert looked a bit scary under the moonlight, and the moonlight did not fall on her body. In the darkness, only those equally deep black eyes were shining with an inexplicable cold light.

Tom Riddle has never been played like this!

"What?" Miss Albert smiled maliciously, with a small tiger tooth exposed at the corner of her mouth. "It's so rude to say that, Riddle."

"As you can see, an ordinary student from Hogwarts - just like you!"

Soul couldn't vomit anything, so Tom Riddle's hands were stuck in his throat, and he stumbled a few times in embarrassment before maintaining his body shape.

This well-intentioned 'sharing' shocked Tom Riddle so much that he even shook his body and was unable to stabilize his soul!

Unfortunately, Miss Albert had no intention of helping her enemies answer their questions. She just kept her mysterious smile.

Damn!

Tom Riddle had never experienced such humiliation in his field of expertise - and that was not his fault.

No one has ever had such a great secret, and even this secret is engraved in the soul, and no one can bear what it contains except itself.

That's really weird, isn't it? Shouldn't ordinary human souls be able to read easily - even if the grantor is not willing?

Is there someone whose soul is more than just a single soul? She was just an ordinary, innocent, and sometimes ugly little girl. Tom didn't think she was any different from the others——

soul - soul -

This mysterious thing actually changed in her body differently than before!

He came into contact with endless information, and although they rejected him, something like this - so different, would even be beneficial to his future career!

He wants her! soul! ! !

It's not that kind of absorption, it's completely used by him!

Tom Riddle's eyes flashed a steady red light.

Miss Albert's eyes were locked on the diary, and just as she was about to reach for it, a scorching magic hit her.

"How dare you look down on me so much?!"

"I just lost trust in you, Tom." Miss Albert called his nickname again, "I can't let you run around, a soul trying to take other people's bodies, I can't trust you to let You are floating freely in Hogwarts - "

"What nonsense are you talking about -" Tom said angrily, "Who wants to take your body? I only need a little - the energy of the soul to make a contract with you! Let us stand on the same side!

Clooney was shocked: "Then why do you want my soul?!"

"I said it!" Tom Riddle replied through gritted teeth, "A sacrifice of a little soul, and a contract together -!!!"

"You didn't make it clear -" Clooney turned to look at his sleeping roommates, hurriedly tightened the soundproofing spell, and then said, "Then what did you say about opening your soul? It’s misleading! Oh my God, why are you touching my soul—"

She thought it was her body's protection that worked, but she didn't expect it was about her soul.

ah! soul! This strange thing, just a voluntary opening and a little giving, can make a battle-experienced adult faint for a long time, let alone an intrusion without any greeting?

"You are really cutely stupid-" Claudine said, "Although I don't agree with what you are doing, you will have to suffer for a while, Tom."

"F*ck!" He no longer had the energy to look at this self-defeating girl's offense.

With a soft sound, he disappeared out of thin air.