Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"What a perfect speech, Clooney." The transparent ghost from Slytherin finally returned to the familiar girls' dormitory after being isolated for a long time. His body looked a little more transparent than before. Although the ghosts did not have any facial expressions as a reference for physical health, from his slightly weak expression, Clooney could be sure that he had spent this period of time not good.

Although he tried his best to appear calm, the situation last time that he had never expected still hurt him deeply.

Whether it's emotion or soul. Crowney guessed.

She thought about what she should do if Tom came to her again, but apparently, they met again much sooner than she expected.

"I never thought you had the leisure and elegance to visit Hogwarts, Tom." Miss Albert looked no different from the last time we met, or in other words, she looked more radiant. His long black hair hung too obediently on both sides of his face, and Miss Albert's dark eyes, like his own, slipped from the top of his head to the soles of his feet with an uncomfortable scrutiny. Even if he was already a spirit, such a look was enough to offend the young Dark Lord.

"I never thought you would treat your long-lost friend like this, Claudine."

"Who would have thought that the genius of Slytherin would have to hide and eavesdrop on my 'lecture' and enjoy it?" Clooney teased, "Where are you hiding?"

"This is one of my few secrets, Clowney."

Then, the air around them became slightly stagnant again.

"When did we become so unfamiliar?"

"Perhaps since the last time we left without saying goodbye." Claudine said, "At least we parted on bad terms."

The young Dark Lord took a deep breath, and his handsome face was occupied by a kind of gentle helplessness: "It can be said that this is just an unexpected defeat. Obviously, your secret defeated him to some extent. Got me."

“It made me re-examine our relationship with each other.”

"Or." Clooney's hand suddenly grasped the diary tightly, "Wake me up."

"You know, Clowney." Tom Riddle's expression did not change at all. He looked like a tolerant older brother who doted on his little sister. He was not even a little offended by this sudden incident. Angry at the action, he laughed instead.

"Curiosity is a good thing. It means we are closer to each other, Claudine."

The Slytherin girl raised her eyes to meet his, and he looked back at her patiently until his tense palms moved away from his Horcrux.

"So, what is your purpose?"

"I think we are very good friends." Tom said. "I think about it, and there is no one who is more suitable for me than you, Claudia. We could have joined forces, and I have seen what you are capable of. , your ambition, you should not be limited to this small area."

"I can feel your vigorous ambition. Although I don't understand how you escaped Dumbledore's eyes and ears and developed your power to the current status quo, but I can help you, whether it is reaching the top or achieving success. Right, Clowney, that's what I've been through!"

This is indeed so heartwarming. If the person in front of her hadn't started a massacre in the wizarding world, it would have been the young Voldemort. In other words, if Professor Quirrell's helping hand, Green's tragic death, and Dumbledore's firm stance had not stood between them, she might indeed have been touched by Tom Riddle's seemingly sincere words. But unfortunately, they intercept too many other factors from each other, and they are not limited to each other.

To a certain extent, their goals are even equal: Tom came from an orphanage in the Muggle world. In his era, it was the era when the Occult Law was most powerful. Clooney could imagine the situation of Slytherin at that time - —An orphan who comes from a poor Muggle world and has not received orthodox education and family support. How can he face discrimination from all sides with ease? Especially in Slytherin, where the theory of pure blood is the most widespread?

Maybe there is a reason for this.

It's a pity that after he accumulated basic strength, he still favored the old forces. Maintaining the inherent strength is a good choice, but it is not the best choice: without change, it is difficult to have innovation.

He is not the Dark Lord of the future, that's for sure.

Tom Riddle had an almost cruel innocence, perhaps because he had exchanged certain ideas about the development of the world with her. He never concealed his disdain for fools and longed for his abilities to reach their peak.

From this perspective, they really have nothing worthy of raising a magic wand against each other.

As Dumbledore said, there is no doubt that Tom is a genius. People always prefer geniuses.

Crowney rubbed his fingers gently.

What's more, he has a more important use, although it would be a bit cruel to say so.

"Okay, Tom." She replied, but did not look at Tom's slightly shiny transparent eyes. Looking up from his angle, she seemed to have been thinking for a long time, "I can reconcile with you."

Black leather gloves gently caressed the black hard-shell notebook. The modern industrial products from the Muggle world have not been engraved with the traces of time due to the passage of time, but at this moment, there are some very subtle marks left on them. scratches.

Miss Albert caressed the paper as if she were caressing her beloved lover. Her gentle eyes seemed to be imprinted in the soft moonlight at this moment, and only his shadow was faithfully imprinted in them.

Tom Riddle finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Welcome back, Tom."