The Last Goodbye

Have some jokes, big and small, with our savior.

"I said where did she hide, it turned out to be in your car." At the bottom of the steps outside the auditorium, a boy with luxurious Roman curly hair was looking at RheaPrince with eyes as if he saw something dirty, while the latter was timid. She timidly hid behind the black-haired boy beside her.The curly-haired boy reached out to grab her, but was blocked by the dark-haired boy.

"Don't be so aggressive, Lucas, be gentle with ladies." Alphard, who stood between the two, said kindly. "Alphard, why is it you again? Why do you always like to protect...these pure-blooded scum." The curly-haired boy's mean eyes swept over Rhea who was hiding behind, and then looked at the two standing on the other side. Platinum boy near people.The latter was obviously irritated by this sentence, and pulled out his wand instantly.

"Take your word back, Lestrange." Abraxas Malfoy pointed the tip of his staff straight at Lucas Lestrange's haughty nose. "Am I wrong, Malfoy?" Lucas drawled, and he pulled out his own wand, "Don't think I don't know...your family is a fool. You came here to pretend to be an English nobleman, but you're actually behind your back. It's been a sordid affair with those nasty Germans—"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

A beam of white light hit Lestrange.His mouth was still half open, but suddenly there was no sound, and then his whole body seemed petrified, he leaned back straight, and fell to the ground with a plop. Abraxas looked at the man who cast the spell in surprise, but the man just blinked his silver-gray eyes playfully, and gave him an affectionate smile in return.

"Lucas!" A blond boy rushed to Lestrange, "Finite Incantatem!" He drew out his wand and pointed at Lestrange, but the spell took effect very slowly. Lestrange was still lying stiff with his mouth half open, only his black eyes rolling.The blond boy looked around for help, but the little wizards all showed embarrassment—they were all freshmen who hadn't yet entered school, and many of them didn't even know a single spell.Finally the blond boy glared at the two instigators, and pointed his wand quickly at them.Seeing this, Alphard and Abraxas quickly raised their weapons.The magic power in the air is stirring, and it is about to explode.The freshmen fled one after another, and only one came up against the flow of people.

Tom Riddle walked slowly to the middle of the confrontation, looking unusually calm compared to the chaotic scene.He didn't draw his wand, just scanned the two sides with his dark eyes. "Put down the wand." He said in the direction of Alphard and Abraxas first, his voice was cold and soft, but it contained a unique persuasive force.The two little nobles looked at each other, Abraxas put down his weapon first, Alphard also shrugged, and then lowered his hands.The blond boy on the other side pointed the tip of his stick at the late comer. "Get out of the way!" he said irritably, but the other party didn't even move a hair. Riddle just repeated slowly, "Put the wand down."

"I won't..." Before he could finish speaking, the dark eyes on the other side suddenly flashed fiercely.The blond boy reflexively chanted aloud, but the opponent was several beats ahead of him—Riddle swung his hand violently, and directly swept the opponent's away with his own wand—with a snap, the wooden stick rolled to the ground on the ground in the distance.No magic, no spells, just physical attacks in the purest sense.The freshmen around him sighed in surprise.The blond boy was stunned.As a nobleman, he never imagined that the other party would adopt such...primitive and rude way of counterattack! Alphard whistled loudly from behind, and hooked Riddle's shoulder with a smile, "It's really you, Salazar! Well done!"

The young man who had lost his wand was pale and stared at the two of them resentfully, but in the end he could only silently walk aside to pick up his weapon.Lestrange, who was lying on the ground, finally let out a sob of recovery, and was supported by a few well-meaning students to stand up.The freshmen were still whispering, and one of the red-haired boys squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, and then yelled in surprise, "—Riddle?!"

Tom Riddle froze for a moment, then stared sharply at the source of the sound.

"Riddle, is it really you?" The red-haired boy waved vigorously at him.The little demon king who saw the other side's face clearly tightened his face immediately, "Shut up!" He warned viciously, and the red-haired boy was so frightened by his cannibalistic eyes that he immediately closed his mouth.

"Gentlemen!" A loud voice interrupted everyone, and the freshmen quickly fell silent.A tall and thin witch appeared on the stairs, wrapped in a black robe, scanning them with eagle eyes. "And ladies," the witch continued, her voice still high, but her tone was a little softer. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

She stretched out her hands and made a gesture of greeting.The black robe trembled slightly with her gestures, and the silver thread dotted on it was like a flowing starry sky.Her gorgeous figure and the majestic castle complement each other, making her extraordinarily elegant and noble. "I am Galatea Merrythought, Head of Ravenclaw and Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The induction dinner will begin shortly, but before that, you will be assigned to your respective houses. I hope you will all take this ceremony seriously Please remember," she paused for a moment, her piercing olive green eyes swept across the crowd again, "at Hogwarts, your house is your home."

CRIMSON PEAK, PART III

1938

The moment the auditorium door opened, Harry found his ward.

But then he was dismayed to find that the other party was chatting happily with a platinum-blond boy.

...platinum gold!

The Savior mentally tried to convince himself that hair of that color wasn't that rare, then tried even harder to find an example that had nothing to do with Malfoy's genetics, but was frustrated to find himself failing.Well, he decided to think about it from another angle - in fact, I also became good friends with Draco in the end, although it was 12 years later... But I can't interfere with who Salazar makes friends with, this is his freedom... But when exactly is Dumbledore coming back?While the savior was tangled, the freshmen had fished through the glorious auditorium. Galatea stopped them with her eyes in front of the Sorting Hat, then swiped her right hand, and a long roll of parchment fell from the air.She didn't draw out her wand, nor did she chant a spell, and the freshmen in the audience were stunned. Harry and Slughorn smiled at each other - it turned out that the well-known head of Ravenclaw was not as low-key as the legend said. Galatea glanced at the parchment and called out the first student's name.

"Evan Avery!"

A pale, blond boy stepped forward, and the Sorting Hat called out Slytherin before the Sorting Hat barely touched his hair.There was a burst of cheers from the long table. Harry stared at the boy thoughtfully, only to notice that he gave Riddle a hard look as he stepped away from the Sorting Hat - this was interesting, the young wizard raised his eyebrows.

"Alphard Black!"

The familiar surname drew Harry's attention back, and he couldn't help smiling at the dark-haired boy who came forward - this kid had Sirius' eyes.This time the hat took a long time to think, but in the end it loudly gave an affirmative answer - Slytherin!Cheers and applause erupted at Dean Snake's table again.Harry and Slughorn in the teacher's seat applauded the boy together, and the two chatted happily.All this was taken into consideration by Riddle, who gave Slughorn a meaningful look.

The sorting ceremony was going on in an orderly manner. Harry was surprised to find that Slytherin was a popular house in this day and age.Almost every student who is sorted there receives applause from other houses.The other three colleges also had a different impression from him.Hufflepuff is quite capable and decisive, while Ravenclaw is more calm and quiet.His own house undoubtedly interested Harry the most, but to his surprise, the students at that long table all looked pretentious and ambitious.Gryffindor and Slytherin are next to each other, and the students of the two houses can hardly see any difference except for the difference in the color of the tie.Interesting times. Harry admired in his heart.Soon both Lucas Lestrange and Abraxas Malfoy were sorted into the Serpent House.

After a few more names, Galatea said in her high voice, "Salazar Potter!"

This name was particularly resounding, and it attracted a low-pitched conversation at Dean Snake's table.Hearing the boy's surname, Slughorn looked keenly at his new colleague, "Don't tell me..."

"I'm his guardian." Harry nodded, but didn't take his eyes off the black-eyed boy.Tom Riddle, who has always been confident, sipped lightly