HP Bella's Lie

27- Admission

Yew, phoenix tail feather core, thirteen and a half inches.

This is Riddle's wand.

He gripped it slowly, feeling the wand's strength.The originally chaotic magic power seemed to stretch out its tentacles, and became flexible, as if he could use his fingers. He could fully imagine how smooth and powerful the magic cast with this magic wand would be.

No wonder wizards must use wands to perform magic... Without the guidance and amplification of wands, it is difficult for wizards to control their magic power just right.

Dumbledore patted Riddle on the shoulder: "Congratulations, this is a powerful wand. But I'm afraid I'm going to spoil the fun, we have to buy other items."

Only then did Riddle recover from that wonderful experience, nodded, and put away his wand.After paying, Dumbledore was already waiting for him outside the door. When he left the store, Riddle passed by a proud boy, and Ollivander's voice came from behind: "I guess, this It must be young Mr Malfoy..."

Malfoy?

Riddle glanced back and saw a small platinum head approaching Ollivander.

He knows the family.

Riddle walked to the side of the street to wait for his Transfiguration professor.

Just like he knew Dumbledore too.

Dumbledore thought he was dazzled.

Riddle's expression when he left the wand shop was almost indifferent, but as soon as he stepped out of the shop, his face was exposed to the sun, and his indifference turned into a polite smile without any trace.

The change was so natural and smooth that he suspected that he was oversensitive.

"Professor?" Riddle seemed to see his absent-mindedness.

Dumbledore suppressed the doubts in his heart and smiled: "Well, let's go. There are a lot of things to buy, and you can think about what pet you want on the way."

Riddle asked, "Only school pets? I mean, it's just owls, cats, and toads on the list."

"Theoretically - yes." Dumbledore smiled meaningfully.

Riddle thought he understood what Dumbledore meant.

The purchase went smoothly. After the end, Dumbledore and Riddle had lunch at the bar and said their goodbyes.

"You are excellent, Mr. Riddle. Looking forward to seeing you at school," said Dumbledore.

"Thank you, Professor. Me too," Riddle replied.Then he left with the luggage that Dumbledore had cast the Shrinking Charm on.

Dumbledore watched him off for a while, with some thoughtful nostalgia in his eyes.When Riddle disappeared into the passing crowd, he Apparated away.

Back home, Riddle found a person standing at the door.

"Where have you been? Why is there no one at lunch?" The front desk caught him and asked.Looks like it's been a long time coming.

The front desk, who had vaguely learned of Riddle's secrets since the promise of the potion incident, found himself ignorant of this close partner, even repeatedly misinterpreting him as Riddle was tormented by the loss of a loved one.

The front desk felt wronged and tried every means to make up for him.After discovering that Riddle is now living alone, the front desk once asked him to move in with him.However, under Riddle's firm refusal, he failed, and instead invited him to have lunch in the school cafeteria to ensure that Riddle, who didn't cook much, would not starve to death.

This time Dumbledore's sudden visit, Riddle didn't expect it to be delayed until after the meal, and the front desk who didn't receive the notice was so worried that he was half-dead, and even went home to find someone.

"It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to inform you." Riddle took out the key and opened the door. "Come in first. I have something to tell you."

After following him in and sitting down, the front desk learned that he was going to a magic school.

"You, are you leaving..." The first reaction at the front desk was that Riddle was going to disappear. He had this premonition when he learned that he was a wizard. They are people from different worlds, and sooner or later they will go to Their different paths disappear into each other's world.

I just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Riddle could almost see the fantasy map in his head on the front desk, so he didn't bother to explain, so he took out a key and handed it to him.

The front desk stared blankly at the reception: "This is...?"

"Hogwarts is a boarding school, and you can only come back during vacations. But... I don't want to give up here..." When Riddle said this, his eyes swept over every furnishings in the room.They had all been carefully cleaned and placed by Bella.The education and nurturing of the Blake family has developed Bella's elegant and refined taste in life, especially in the space where they get along day and night, she likes the feeling that everything is perfect and elegant.

Those objects and decorations seem to describe every corner of their lives.

"While I'm not here, can I ask you something?"

This is the first time that Riddle has asked him to ask him. The front desk felt heavy, and he tried his best to make his performance more reliable. With the rigorous spirit of dealing with scientific research, he replied firmly: "Of course! We are the best partners, as long as I can do it. Arrived, absolutely do not refuse."

"Help me... take care of this family."

During the last period, Riddle literally lived at home for more than a month.

The room is full of textbooks for this semester, a month's worth of memory bottles, and the old house collection that is being studied.Completely move the past life into the home.

Every night when he was tired from studying, or when he was in a dilemma, he would walk into Bella's room with a bottle of memory.

Touch her memory, wrap her breath, get a little comfort, or a bigger pain.

——How long is it?

"How long will I be away from you..."

Riddle clenched the memory bottle tightly, with intense emotions surging in his chest.Those huge volumes are squeezed into a narrow box, struggling to break out.

Time... Compared with space, that is a more insurmountable distance.

He didn't even have any way to shorten the distance a little bit.

Every time he thought about this, Riddle rushed out of the room angrily, and plunged into the ocean of books again, trying to find out any knowledge related to time travel.

Riddle held a book in his hand until he boarded the Hogwarts train.

When the train was about to start, someone knocked on the door of the box.A flaxen-haired boy poked his head in: "Excuse me, are there any vacancies here?"

Riddle raised his head from the book, sized him up indistinctly, and then pointed to the empty seat opposite.The boy breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and struggled to bring the luggage in: "Great... great, I almost finished this carriage. Finally, there is a vacant seat."

As soon as he came in, he opened the window and shouted outside: "Mom—I'm here! I've found a seat, don't worry!"

The wind from the window messed up the book in Riddle's hand. He frowned and glanced out the window. The boy's mother was walking towards him. Her tall figure and blond hair made him feel a little familiar.

The train moved quickly, and the boy cheerfully introduced himself: "Hi, hello. I'm Pierce Thicknesses. Um...please advise!"

Hearing this name, Riddle's thoughts were immediately cleared up.That woman just now...is Mrs. Thicknesse!

He couldn't help but think of the platinum-haired boy he met in Diagon Alley that day.

Malfoy, Thicknesses.

Riddle showed a fake smile: "Tom Riddle, please give me your advice."

He had predicted their future.

"What are you reading?" Pierce noticed the thick book in Riddle's hand, "Is it a textbook? I thought I had already worked hard in previewing Chapter 1 of each book during the holidays. Compared with you, I haven't worked hard enough."

"It's nothing, it's just boring." Riddle closed the book lightly and put it away.The movements were so proficient that Pierce didn't even see the title of the book clearly, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and turned around to talk about the school rumors: "Hey, have you heard about the sorting school? I mean... my mother is a Lytherin, she wants me to go to Slytherin House too. She said there are all the best wizards in the school. But——she refused to tell me how to get in at all! She only said that it was through the sorting ceremony, mysteriously... ..."

Riddle said indifferently: "Since you didn't say anything, it's not a difficult matter. You don't need to worry so much."

Pierce's eyes widened: "Don't you care! This is a sorting ceremony, and it's up to you to make friends with those people in the future! I don't want to go into Gryffindor and be kicked out by my mother... and neither can Hufflepuff. , will be laughed to death by others..."

Riddle looked at him amusedly as he fell into the fear of cranky thoughts, and felt that he was almost enjoying it, so he interrupted him: "Sinknes." He deeply grabbed Pierce's confused eyes, and said in a firm voice, " Trust me, you'll be in Slytherin."

These words seemed to have magical powers, strangely giving Pierce confidence.Although he was quick to take it as a consolation, he was in a much better mood.

Soon, during the sorting ceremony, Pierce was called out by name amidst the panic—he wasn’t the only one worried about being sorted into a college he didn’t like.

"Mark my words," Riddle whispered before he walked towards the Sorting Hat, "You'll be in Slytherin."

Pierce nodded at him, as if taking courage from the words.When he walked towards the Sorting Hat, he felt like a hero on the battlefield.

The Sorting Hat literally calls out "Slytherin".

Pierce subconsciously looked at Riddle.The latter showed a mysterious smile.He was confused for a moment, then was distracted by the Slytherin's applause.He walked to the long dining table and took a seat.The platinum-haired boy at the side raised his eyebrows when he saw him, and stretched out his hand proudly to call him, "Xin..."

"Tom Riddle!" cried the branch professor.Pierce hurriedly turned his head to look over, not noticing the half-stretched hand of the platinum boy.

The Sorting Hat called out Slytherin almost as soon as it touched Riddle, which caused a riot in Slytherin House.Pierce clapped vigorously along with everyone, waving to Riddle to indicate his position.

The series of events did not give the platinum boy a chance to continue, his fair face turned red and then pale, and he stared angrily at Pierce.

This is what Riddle saw when he walked over.

He raised his eyebrows and sat on the other side of Pierce, intending to stand by and watch.

—Looks fun, doesn't it?

For the rest of the sorting ceremony, Pierce became extremely excited, as if finally freed from a long-standing burden, he watched with interest every freshman who was sorted into Slytherin, and kept muttering to Riddle: "Oh! That guy Jin Sen actually came to Slytherin, the last time I saw him he didn't even dare to tell me!...Rozier is indeed Slytherin. The Sorting Hat shouted without any delay Slytherin, fight with you!... This fat man is also a Slytherin? My God..."

Riddle found that Pierce was particularly concerned about the Slytherin freshmen of wizarding blood. If you look closely, you will find that the entire Slytherin has this tendency.This got him lost in thought.

The sorting ceremony was finally over, and a variety of food appeared on the dining table.Gryffindor broke out in a food fight almost immediately, a scene of joy and liveliness; while Slytherin was much milder, most of the students were restrained by strict tutoring, and they ate slowly. Of course, there was another reason that they Busy getting to know each other.

Pierce discovered that at some point Riddle had already had a good conversation with Rozier on the side.He had to turn aside—

"Hi! I'm Pierce Thickness, please advise. Mind telling me your name?"

The platinum boy sliced ​​the steak fiercely and vowed to show this ungrateful brat a good look.He intentionally left Pierce alone for three seconds, then glanced at him slowly, and said sarcastically, "Sinkenis? I heard that there was a Sinkenis who liked to hide behind his mother and cry when he was young, could it be this one?" Guy? What do you say, Crabbe?"

The little fat man who was eating happily at the side nodded quickly when he heard the words: "Huh?...Yes! That's it! Abu, you are right."

"You..." Pierce blushed angrily, "How did I offend you!"

Abraxas snorted coldly, but did not answer.

Pierce stared at him for a while, put down his fork angrily, and patted Riddle, "Swap your seat with me?"

Riddle, who has been paying attention to this side, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, nodded, and said to Rozier, "Let's talk later."

Seeing him sit up, Abrak said sarcastically, "Are you with that crybaby?"

Riddle turned his head and stared at him until he was uncomfortable looking at him, then chuckled: "Isn't that good, Mr. Malfoy?" He leaned close to Abrak's ear and said in a voice that only two people could hear , "After all, you almost became brothers."

A chill ran up his spine, and Abrak suddenly felt creepy in this noisy Hogwarts lobby.

"What do you mean?"

impossible!It's impossible for him to know about his father... His father even wanted to hide it from him, so how could he let a third person know about it?

Riddle made a meaningful arc.

Abrak didn't dare to ask any more questions, he was in a state of uncertainty throughout the dinner, and he didn't know what to eat.