The Last Goodbye

The son no longer struggled with the real identity of Professor Potter, "So you are here, have you found the trophy?" Riddle pointed to the stands far away on the first floor - there was a huge cross standing there.A few students just happened to leave from there, looking like they got nothing. "But they don't seem to have found anything..." Quint looked at his partner suspiciously.The other party didn't give any explanation, just walked away. Quint hurried to follow.

The two came to the cross with the fastest speed. Riddle did not lift his wand into the air like the others. On the contrary, the tip of his wand pointed at the center of the huge cross. "Verdimillion!" The bright green halo slowly illuminated After touching the cross, the green light shattered, and the silhouette of a golden trophy gradually emerged from the huge shadow - it was not placed anywhere, but suspended in mid-air.The students just now were struggling to find where there was physical support, so missed it.

"You are amazing!" Quint jumped up and grabbed the trophy, but was hit by a green spark the moment he landed, the boy hissed in pain, the trophy came out of his hand, and rolled down to the attacker not far away Underfoot - Lestrange bent down to pick it up, and smiled at his blond companion. "Thank you, Potter." The young master drew out his voice sarcastically, "Oh, no. It's you who came to thank us, otherwise you would have given Gryffindor points."

"You guys are cheating!" Quint rubbed his arms, and suddenly rushed up with a stride. Riddle didn't expect such a strong reaction from his partner at all, and when he came back to his senses, the other party was already fighting with the young master.

"Are you crazy!" Lestrange, who was pushed to the ground, glared fiercely at Quint, and suddenly raised his wand, "Crucio—"

"Verdimillion!" With a snap, green sparks hit Lestrange's arm, and he dropped his wand in pain, breaking the curse.The tip of Riddle's wand that shot the spell was still pointed at the young master who was covering his arms, while the opponent's partner pointed the wand at him. Quint quickly drew his wand and pointed it at Avery, kicking Lestrange's wand away.

The situation was reversed in an instant, Lestrange glared fiercely at the two people opposite, and suddenly lay on the ground and yelled.The other three were stunned. Didn't any spell hit him just now?The yelling quickly attracted the surrounding students and the substitute professor not far away, and Avery put away his wand in a sudden realization. Quint immediately dropped his hands too.He glanced nervously at Riddle, but the dark-eyed boy just pursed his lips.

"What happened?" Harry came to the scene of the accident, and after seeing the faces of the four students, he paused in thought, and then helped Lestrange who had fallen to the ground. "Professor, Potter and Weasley wanted to grab the trophy, and Potter attacked me!" The villain, the young master, complained first, speaking with emotion.

Harry checked his arm, then looked at the blond boy standing beside him, "Is that so, Mr. Avery?"

Avery didn't answer right away, but just looked at his friend slightly worried. Professor Potter helped the young master to stand up, then turned his head to look at the two perpetrators. Quint Weasley turned pale with rage, while Tom Riddle kept his face sullen and silent.

The green eyes looked at the little devil first, "You attacked Mr. Lestrange?"

"Yes, Professor." Riddle admitted stiffly, no emotion could be seen in his dark eyes.

"Professor Potter, Ridd—Salazar is here to protect me!" Quint snapped anxiously, "They did it first!"

"You talk nonsense!" Lestrange choked back viciously.

"Don't disturb the gentlemen." Harry stretched out his hand to stop them, his emerald green eyes slowly scanned the several parties involved, and then looked at the students around him, the young man smiled slightly. "Four gentlemen, please take out your wands." He distanced himself from them, "Magic is not omnipotent, but it is useful in some situations, such as now—Prior Incantato." He waved his hand across the four of them Riddle's wand burst out with bright green fireworks, and Avery and Weasley's had bright green halos.Two different modes of operation of the same Verdimillion Charm - Professor Potter understood it at a glance.He turned to Lestrange at last, his emerald eyes sinking slightly.Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the young master's wand did not respond, but the ominous fluctuation of the spell could not be hidden from Harry Potter's eyes.

"Mr. Lestrange," the young man's voice suddenly became harsh, "In my class, you are not allowed to use the Unforgivable Curse on your classmates. If I find out again, I will directly submit your application for suspension to the principal."

The young man who was caught held his wand loudly, but he didn't dare to charge directly at the opponent. Lestrange just hung his head and replied in a low voice, "Yes, sir."

"I think the facts are obvious." Harry looked at the other three.He first turned to the red-haired boy, "Five points to Gryffindor for your honesty, Mr. Weasley." Then he turned to the black-haired boy, "Five points to Slytherin for standing up and protecting your classmates Mr. Potter." Finally looking at the blond boy, "Honesty is a virtue, Mr. Avery, I believe you have learned it, but I also admire your determination not to betray your friends." Harry paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, Then he looked back at the four people in front of him.His tone softened, "...I think you have probably heard a lot about the admissions criteria of Slytherin House. Be shrewd, ambitious, be able to judge the situation wisely and protect yourself... But please let me remind you that it is your house to help each other through thick and thin One of the most admired qualities of a founder. Mr. Avery, you did not disappoint SalazarSlytherin - five more points."

The blond boy looked up, looking utterly surprised. Harry just smiled slightly, and then looked at the other students calmly, "Do you have any doubts about my decision? If you think there is something unfair or inappropriate, please feel free to raise it." His humble green eyes swept over everyone present People——but the students in both colleges all showed the expressions of "our substitute teacher is so handsome".The young man finally nodded to them, "Then see you next week, get out of class is over."

VERDIMILLIOUS, PARTIII

1938

After this battle, Quint Weasley and Tom Riddle rose to fame in their own college.However, neither of the two parties has any self-consciousness about becoming famous, one is as enthusiastic as ever, and the other is as cold as ever. "Salazar, wait a minute!" Quint walked through the crowd to catch up with the 'comrade' who had walked some distance away.The latter looked at him with some displeasure, but said goodbye to the accompanying Slytherin.When the others were gone, Riddle grabbed Quint and dragged him into the nearest empty classroom. "What's the matter?" he asked coldly.

"I... I just want to thank you for helping me. I know we didn't talk much when we were in the orphanage. I..." The red-haired boy looked quite nervous, and he tried to organize his words, "Today is really Thank you very much. Let's be friends, shall we, Salazar?" He offered his right hand in a friendly way, but the other didn't take it.

Riddle laughed sarcastically, "You think I'm helping you for nothing, Weasley?"

"What do you mean..." Quint put his hand down in embarrassment. "Listen well," Riddle looked at him coldly, "If I find out that you and anyone call me by the wrong name or mention my past, I promise you will regret it. If you really thank me, you will Stay away from me."

"Salazar..." Quint looked hurt, his eyes almost pained, "I really just want to be friends with you."

"You really just want to be friends with me?" Riddle seemed to have heard a very cold joke, "But where were you when I needed a friend the most? Now I am stronger than you, more powerful than you, Do you really want to be friends with me?"

"Salazar, I..." Quint's little freckled face flushed red, "I'm really sorry for those years in the orphanage-" But Riddle cut him off, "No apology. I'm no use Let's be friends. Goodbye." After saying that, he stepped out of the door.

Tom Riddle trotted across the corridor, walking quickly against the flow of people.The laughter of the students around him became more and more indistinct, but what became clearer was the uncontrollable anger in the depths of his mind.Dire scene in London.The cold, cramped room of the orphanage.pain.hunger.The whispers of fear in the children.Framed.indifferent.alienated