present to the lord

When the second semester began, Lockhart’s book series list, Fan Haoran finally saw the platinum nobleman and the second-haired Weasley in the bookstore, the two adults fought, rolling like two children without the slightest skill on the ground.

The young man shrugged his shoulders with a smile. He was lying on the fence on the second floor and had a clear view. Draco who was about to go down grabbed Draco, hissed in the little peacock's ear, and said with a teasing smile: "I really can't see, you have always been noble and elegant. Dad has times like this too."

Draco glared at the red-haired Ron below angrily, snorted with a blushing face, and his eyes wandered.

Seeing that Malfoy finally stuffed the diary into Ginny's pile of books without a trace, Fan Haoran finally raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and he rubbed the short, soft and slippery platinum hair of the little peacock: "Look, Isn't hair better without hairspray?"

Then he walked downstairs, and it happened that Big Malfoy had finished his clothes and hair, and restored his former dignity and elegance.

Wow, you can do anything with a diary if you want to get rid of it.Fan Haoran laughed inwardly.

"Mr. Harry Potter." Malfoy held his snake-headed cane and spoke in a noble and elegant tone, "It's our first meeting, I am..."

"I know you, Draco's father, the current head of the Malfoy family, hello." Fan Haoran dragged the same elegant and slow emphasis, the smile on his face was just right, no more, no less, alienated and indifferent, with a natural politeness soft.

This was the first time Malfoy faced the savior intuitively. Even though he knew the results of his investigation, he still stretched out his cane to brush the hair off the boy's forehead.

"Mr. Malfoy really surprised me. You know, my living environment is relatively complicated. I am always very vigilant and aggressive in response to sudden movements of others." The boy stretched out his hand almost immediately, but in mid-air Zhong then suppressed the move of wanting to pinch the neck of the platinum noble in front of him, he skillfully dodged the cane, although the smile on his face did not change, but the air cooled down.

Without waiting for the platinum nobleman to say anything, Fan Haoran glanced at Ginny who was packing up not far away, and said, "Sorry, I still have something to say and I have to say goodbye. Goodbye."

Malfoy stood still and watched the boy go away: You already know that I investigated his background and didn't care.

He saw the boy's movement and subconscious desire to attack when he dodged the cane just now.

"It's amazing." Malfoy looked complicated.

"Hi, Ron." Fan Haoran greeted Ron with a clean and bright smile, "Are you here to buy books too?"

"Oh, Harry!" Ron was a little surprised, and he quickly leaned over, "Why are you here, oh yes, you want to buy books too. It's great to see you."

"Is this beautiful lady your sister?" Fan Haoran smiled gently and charmingly at Ginny who suddenly blushed.

"Yes, she is my sister Ginny."

"Hi, it's an honor to meet a lovely lady like you here." He walked over and took Ginny's hand lightly, and kissed her hand, "My name is Harry Potter."

Ginny's face was almost on fire, she was so excited that she couldn't say a word, her eyes widened, like a frightened fawn, and like seeing a believer in God.

After dismissing the twins and the Weasleys, Fan Haoran easily got the diary. He put the somewhat worn-out diary under his arm, and said goodbye to the Weasleys with a smile.Then when he looked up, he saw Big Malfoy with a surprised face and even a little imperceptible fear.

Fan Haoran's smile was soft and clean, coupled with a boy's gradually more handsome face, it looked very confusing, but at this moment, the boy opened his mouth slightly and said three words silently.

— mine.

The platinum-haired nobleman immediately changed his expression drastically.

Fan Haoran intimidated Malfoy with vile humor. It was a rare pleasure to watch the dramatic transformation of that colorful face. This kind of enjoyment can even be compared with Snape's deep and sexy poisonous tongue. interesting.

Holding the diary, he didn't do anything right away. He kept the diary in the suitcase for more than a month before taking him out of the darkness, and let Tom Riddle wait in the diary, feeling increasingly anxious. He even began to faintly exude a trace of magical power to lure Fan Haoran to notice his difference.

Sure enough, because it's a teenager's memory, it's so immature.He chuckled and opened the diary, and then began to write in slightly slanted cursive characters.

"A long, long time ago, there was a noble prince living among the people. The prince was exquisite and lovely, and he had extraordinary abilities. Ordinary mortals were afraid of the prince's abilities. They called him a 'demon' and a 'freak'. Let the prince eat well, torture him with hunger and physical punishment. Until one day, an old man came here. The prince is looking forward to the arrival of this man, because he will go to a magic academy. But what the old man brings is not pity, but It's doubts over and over again..."

【Who are you. 】The ink of the story suddenly disappeared, followed by the scribbled but still strong characters, it seemed that the owner was very excited.

"Hello, Riddle, I am your savior~" Fan Haoran narrowed his eyes slowly, "Maybe you have heard my name before, my name is Harry Potter."

After a moment of silence in the diary, the words appeared again. This time, the handwriting was clear and beautiful.

[I am a memory of Tom Riddle, hello Harry, but I have never heard of you, would you like to tell me your story? 】Looking at this polite wording, Fan Haoran laughed, dipped his ink and wrote: Okay, I would like to tell you how I collect Horcruxes, oh, you probably don’t know, plus You, I now have three in my hand, one is the main soul, one is the crown of Ravenclaw, and the other is you.how about the story

The diary was completely silent, and after about 10 minutes, the boy was still too tender, and a line of words emerged from him.

【What exactly do you want? If I remember correctly, I should have killed your parents. 】"Those are not important. After all, it is impossible for people who have died to come back to life, and I don't really want Dumbledore who they use to feel better. Besides, resurrecting you is also very interesting."

[Why me, since you have other Horcruxes in your hand. 】

"Well, you are probably the best-looking? After all, your main soul can only parasitize on a snake. You know, sometimes appearance can be a very advantageous weapon."

【what do you need. ] The young Riddle began to talk about the terms without hesitation.

"It's interesting enough, and as long as you're resurrected, I don't think Dumbledore's life will be too boring. Of course, neither is mine. That's fine."

【as you wish. 】

No matter how complicated and excited Tom Riddle was in his diary or excited with suspicion and distrust, Fan Haoran began to plan for the unity of soul.

"That is to say, the meeting of soul films can only be decided by devouring?" Fan Haoran wrote, "Then what do you need, the supplement of magic power and vitality? Then Ravenclaw's devouring should be no problem."

[As long as there is enough magic power and vitality, as long as it is not the main soul, then devouring will not be a problem. 】Riddle was a little excited. After all, he was still young, only 17 years old, and in Fan Haoran's eyes, he was still immature. Of course, this immaturity was very fresh and delicate to him.

Fan Haoran squinted his green cat eyes, and a meaningful light flashed in his eyes, he wrote: "Pull me into your diary, the writing hand is very sore, we face each other, isn't it more direct and convenient to talk?"

After a whirl of consciousness, Fan Haoran stood in another place, which was the lounge of Slytherin. A 17-year-old boy sat on the velvet sofa. He had short black hair, fair skin, beautiful facial features, and prominent browbones. Very soft.His eyes are pure black, translucent and cautious, and his manner is elegant but not as smooth as an adult.

Even though Riddle knew that the person who had been talking to him was a 12-year-old boy, he still felt a little unbelievable when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he always felt that the boy's way of speaking was very good at addressing people's pain points, which was not at all what he should have at this age. experienced.

"I finally saw your real person. I didn't expect you to be young..." He stroked his chin and raised the corners of his lips playfully, "You're pretty pretty."

Riddle's face was dark. It had been a long time since he was said such a thing. You know, no one dared to say such a thing to provoke him since he really started to show his strength in the second grade. He really couldn't describe it when the boy who didn't lose to him said so.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Fan Haoran came out. Although he had read a lot of books on magic, there was no one who could mention it. It is an undeniable fact that Riddle is very knowledgeable. It would be a pity not to use resources now.

He was holding the potion prescription given by Riddle, and the potion ingredients inside were all within the normal range, and could be collected with a few Galleons, but this 'little' was naturally within his financial resources.After pouring three pots of potions to supplement the magic power into the diary, Riddle could finally come out of the diary, even if it was just a thin phantom, it was quite good.

Riddle looked around his room with some astonishment in his eyes.He also lived in this room when he was in school. He didn't expect that it would be like this when he came back after so many years. He looked at his transparent body and felt a little ironic for no reason.

"This is..." He was attracted by a box, and his facial features were softly illuminated by the candlelight.

"Don't move, this is your main soul. I have used a little trick, just wait for you to swallow the other soul pieces." Fan Haoran looked at the book about black magic in his hand, and the wand in his hand was like Armed with a gorgeous and aggressive pattern like a dagger, he didn't raise his head, "Don't you think I need help, Riddle Master of Black Magic?"

Riddle raised his eyebrows, and he did this action very charmingly: "I believe that your mind rarely needs help, but I can indeed give you some tips that can expand your mind." After all, his reading volume is Very rich, this is something Fan Haoran, who is only in the second grade, cannot deny.

The two talked again late at night, one asking, one guiding.I have to admit that Riddle is indeed a very good teacher. He quotes the classics and points to the point in every sentence. He understands what you need most and what you are confused about.

Time passed quickly under such a relationship between teachers and friends, until Fan Haoran started to learn Animagus one month later and succeeded.

Riddle's soul body became more solid after pouring a lot of potions. The young savior of Animagus lay comfortably on his side on the soft four-poster bed with dark green patterns, his black tail swung in a soft arc.

"I can't imagine that your character is actually a black panther." Riddle admired the elegant, slender, vigorous and wild body, and his golden pupils looked very intimidating.

The panther yawned, revealing its snow-white and sharp fangs, and then transformed into a naked teenager with fair skin and slender limbs.

Riddle looked at the boy's body, lowered his eyes to hide the undercurrent in the dark pupils, his current state is not suitable for thinking too much.

"Your condition should be fine. I'll bring the crown over tomorrow." He dressed slowly and wanted to take the crown out of Professor Snape's hand. I'm afraid this time it won't be as easy to prevaricate as last time. up.

Seeing Fan Haoran's exuberant interest, Riddle asked calmly, "What are you thinking about?"

"Professor Snape, ah, that is, your adult subordinate, he is a man with a very nice voice, and he has used the art of language to the extreme." Fan Haoran sighed, "For your business, I haven't heard anything for nearly a month. Feel the charm of the professor's language." He said and got into the bathroom.

Snape?The expression on Riddle's handsome face gradually disappeared, and a hint of jealousy appeared in his heart.He looked at his firm hands, but they couldn't touch anything.

Very good, we are about to go further, don't be in a hurry.