HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Segnus opened the notebook that had not been opened for a long time. As soon as he opened it, the words appeared on the notebook.

"Margaret, have you been busy lately?" Tom Riddle asked impatiently.

She pursed her lips and smiled, her wise eyes swept lightly over the handwriting, as if she was pondering the other person's question.

"Oh, Tom, you really pick the time. Yes, can you imagine? The semester is about to start, and all kinds of trivial things have kept me busy like a bee." The tip of the pen danced on the paper.

Tom was silent for a moment on the other side of the screen, and finally typed a few words: "Hey, how's the progress of your relationship with Harry?"

Segnus smiled. She knew that Tom was very curious about this topic.

So she deliberately replied slowly: "Well, it's a little difficult. He is still a little defensive towards me."

Tom's words jumped on the screen, looking a little anxious: "Don't worry, Margaret, I'm sure I can come up with a solution for you."

Segnus raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking about how to respond.

The words slowly appeared on the notebook again: "Maybe you need to find someone else to like. What do you think, Margaret?"

The corners of her mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, and she wrote fluently: "He is so handsome, with red lips and white teeth. Who wouldn't want to have a romance with the savior?"

The other side seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then replied jokingly: "Maybe I am more attractive than Harry."

A sly look flashed in Segnus's eyes. She blew gently on the quill in her hand and wrote with a smile: "Oh, really? Then show me what you can do, Tom."

Tom seemed to be excited by her provocation, and his handwriting became more rapid: "Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

"Why not?" Segnus responded without hesitation. Before she finished her words, she felt a strong suction force and was sucked into the world of the notebook.

Cygnus blinked, and suddenly she found herself standing in a completely unfamiliar room.

On the surrounding walls, Slytherin's green and silver decorations danced and caught the eye.

Apparently, this was the private domain of a Slytherin boy.

Tom Riddle sat leisurely at the table, his black eyes as deep as the night sky, shining with curiosity and anticipation.

The light shone on his black hair, as if each strand was plated with a layer of gold. His face was as handsome as a sculpture, making the air around him seem to solidify. Any girl in front of him would unconsciously fall into his irresistible charm.

"Welcome to my bedroom, Margaret." Tom's voice was slightly hoarse with seduction.

Cygnus stood there, her platinum hair dancing in the soft light, flickering as if it had life.

Those gray-blue eyes were deep and bright, as if they contained the sea of ​​stars. Just one glance could capture a person's soul.

The outline of Cygnus appeared more delicate in the light and shadow, and her beauty, similar to that of Abraxas, made people unable to help but take a second look.

Tom's eyes seemed to be hooked. With a little curiosity, he tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Hey, Margaret, you won't believe it, you and a friend of mine are exactly the same. His name is Abraxas Malfoy."

Segnus raised one corner of his mouth, that smile was both cunning and warm, as if it could see into people's hearts.

"Oh, really?" She blinked. "I do know a Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. He's a very interesting guy."

There was a hint of doubt in Tom's eyes and he frowned as if he was trying to solve a mystery.

"I heard that the Malfoy family has only one heir in each generation," he said with an inquiring tone, "it seems that you are not from their family." He laughed, seeming relieved by this discovery.

Segnus breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had cleverly avoided the trap of this question.

She walked lightly to Tom's bed and sat down gently, her gray-blue eyes fixed on him, as if trying to penetrate the mist and reach the depths of his soul.

She could feel Tom's eyes lingering on her, but she remained calm, with a faint smile on her lips.

Tom swung his chair around to face her and began a carefully choreographed performance.

"Margaret, I know you have great ambitions and you deserve everything in the world. I'm afraid Harry will never understand your dreams."

His hand fell lightly on the back of her hand like a dead leaf. A hint of sneer flashed through Cygnus's heart, but her face only showed appropriate gratitude.

She slowly pulled her hand out, then stroked it in the air, as if brushing off non-existent dust, her eyes firm and affectionate.

"Tom, you are such a warm-hearted man. You always know how to comfort people."

Segnus' heart tightened. She knew that she had to keep a distance from Tom, but at the same time not make him feel out of reach.

Tom obviously didn't intend to give up so easily. He leaned forward, almost breathing into Segnus' ear, "You know, Segnus, I can not only give you warmth, but also give you unexpected surprises." The tone was full of hints.

Segnus smiled gently, skillfully avoided his approach, stood up, and slowly walked to the window. The night was as dark as ink, but her eyes were as bright as stars.

"Well, Tom," she said softly, with a look that seemed to penetrate the darkness, "you can't have it all in life?" She paused.

"More what? More power? More status? Or for you to stay with me?" Cygnus turned around and locked eyes with Tom.

"I have to admit that you are indeed quite attractive, but I am not a white rabbit. I understand the story behind these sweet words."

Tom slowly stood up and walked to her side. They stood side by side in front of the window. With the night as the background, the atmosphere suddenly softened.

He casually brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Although Siegnas' heart was alarmed, she smiled with enjoyment on her face.

"You're a smart girl, Margaret," said Tom. "You always know how to choose the right path for yourself."

As he said this, he wanted to reach out and touch Segnus's face.

Cygnus turned her head slightly, deftly avoiding Tom's touch.

Her eyes were still clear and firm, as if they could see straight into people's hearts: "Tom, you are indeed very attractive, but I don't intend to limit myself to someone's world so quickly. What I want is much deeper than what I see now."

There was a hint of surprise in Tom's eyes. Obviously, he was a little shocked by Segnus's straightforwardness.

He laughed dryly a few times, trying to hide his discomfort: "Oh, I understand, you are an ambitious girl with your own aspirations. What can I do to help you on your journey?"

Cygnus turned around and looked him in the face, her gray-blue eyes flashing with an unyielding light:

"You can take me to see the wonders of this world and explore the unknowns that I have not yet touched. I long to become a powerful existence, strong enough to protect myself and everything I care about."

Tom gave a knowing smile. He felt the strong ambition in Segnus's heart. He couldn't help but admire her even more.

"I will help you, Margaret," Tom's voice was low, as if he was whispering a promise, "I will help you realize every wish you have."

Segnus responded with a gentle smile, but she was thinking about her own plans in her heart.

In her opinion, this relationship with Tom is nothing more than a game of mutual exploitation, and she has already determined to play her role in the game with ease.

She shook her head slightly, waved her hand casually, and said with a hint of childish cunning.

"Don't forget, I'm only twelve years old, Tom. No matter how ambitious I am, I'm still a child after all." Before she finished speaking, a depth that was not in line with her age flashed in her eyes.

Tom was amused by her reaction. "Twelve? So what? You are more mature than those so-called adults, Margaret."

Cygnus smiled softly, knowing that the conversation with Tom was enough and it was time to leave.

"Well, Tom, I think I ought to be going," she said, rising and adjusting her skirt.

Tom smiled slightly, then stood up and walked towards Cygnus with ease.

He gently lifted her chin, his eyes full of ambiguity, "I really don't want you to leave, Margaret. But, I also understand that you have your world and I have mine." There was some expectation in his tone, as if hinting at something.

Segnus knew very well that this was just Tom's usual trick of playing with her emotions.

However, she did not intend to resist. Instead, she responded with a charming smile, "Then don't waste time, Tom." There was a hint of provocation in her words.

Tom burst out laughing, loosened his grip and let her go.

He knew in his heart that Segnus was not the kind of girl who would give in easily.

Then Tom strolled over to the notebook and waved his hand casually, as if performing a magic trick.

Cygnus felt an irresistible force surrounding her, and then - the scene changed, she was back in the real world.

She tightly grasped the notebook in her hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Segnus knew that this relationship with Tom was an adventure full of unknowns and excitement, but for the ambition in her heart, she was willing to give it a try.