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-AfterClass-

"Even though I know you've had a hard time, everyone who came into my class in seventh grade, I think there's a reason for calling you a 'gifted young wizard'. I think, like us Humanoid, it is obviously biased to be measured by the standards of ordinary people. Therefore, before next Monday, I hope to see your paper." The young and handsome Defense Against the Dark Arts professor simply closed the textbook on the podium—although in They didn't even use it at all in this class, "Now, dismiss."

The seventh-grade students stood up from their seats in twos and threes, some with bitter expressions, and some with excitement and enthusiasm, looking at their professor with excited and respectful eyes.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, a Hogwarts outstanding graduate and the former president of the Hogwarts Boys' Union, got the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position he wanted two years after graduation, with 20 At the age of [-], he broke the record of the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts.

At first, some rebellious students were not so convinced by him. Although they had seen his high-spiritedness before, the prestige gap between the famous man in the school and the professor was obviously very different. They tested him, challenged him, and wanted to Let's see how capable he is, and of course he ended up being tamed as expected.Within two months, they were all convinced of this professor who was not even two years older than them.

This was certainly not what Riddle had expected, and in fact he never saw the students who recklessly provoked the professor as a challenge.

The real challenge is always hidden.

"Miss Sweet." He suddenly called to the girl who was walking at the back of the crowd surrounded by several Ravenclaws.She turned around in response, "I have some questions to discuss with you about the topic of your thesis, can you please keep it?"

He flashed her a courteous smile.

The girl was nudged slightly by her female companion, "Of course, Professor." She said, giving him a quick thoughtful look, "My pleasure."

The students gradually disappeared in the corridor outside the classroom, and the sound of playfulness and small conversations gradually disappeared from their ears.

"Professor, is there any problem with my thesis topic?" Pauline Sweet walked to the podium and looked at him openly. Riddle didn't like her straightforward and calm gaze. He preferred others Look at him with eyes of admiration and excitement or fear and dodge.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with your choice of topic," he said, walking around the podium to face her, and smiling at her, "but I think Pauline, in relation to your abilities—if I could Calling you, it's obviously a bit...too simple."

Pauline raised an eyebrow and looked at him with interest.

Even if Riddle doesn't like her unscrupulous eyes, she has to admit that she is indeed a beautiful woman with exquisite features and impeccable features, and her fearless self-confidence makes her look amazing and attract attention .

He has to admit that among her peers, she stands out from the crowd. Even if she is mixed in the crowd, anyone can see her at a glance, because she is really outstanding.Whenever she put down her textbooks and sat in the first row of the classroom and looked at him, he had to spend more energy to control himself from giving her more attention, so as not to be noticed by her or her peers. a little.

"Really?" she said, not being polite at all, eyeing him curiously. "Professor Dumbledore thinks this is a good subject. It seems you have a different opinion?"

Ha, Dumbledore thought.

Riddle smiled contemptuously in his heart, and he was refreshed, which was one of the reasons why he paid more attention to Pauline Sweet, the Ravenclaw girl who was enjoying a lot of glory at Hogwarts. He has won the appreciation of Dumbledore and is a young genius that Dumbledore is very optimistic about.And all Riddle wants to do is make her his follower.

If the genius Dumbledore deeply admires is deeply attracted by the black magic and becomes his disciple...

He looked forward to Dumbledore's expression very much.

"I think Professor Dumbledore is being a little too conservative on this point," he said, in an intriguing tone, playfully, "Don't tell me, Pauline, that you would like to have 'conservative' in the pursuit of knowledge." ’ Such a quality, huh?”

He has long known what kind of person Pauline Sweet is. She loves to pursue knowledge, and she is even a little crazy. She doesn't even need him to bother to seduce her, as long as she opens a door, she will squeeze in desperately. up.

"Maybe I can take your advice?" She did look interested.

Riddle smiled slightly.

"Of course," he said, "that's why I came to you alone."

He took out his wand and waved it lazily. The classroom door slowly closed, and the lock on the door fell automatically with a "click". Riddle looked at Pauline, who looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Don't get me wrong," he said with a slight smile, "I think our next topic is not suitable for ordinary students to hear, because it is often difficult for them to understand the sanctity of academics, and they only decide good and evil out of context."

Pauline regarded him thoughtfully.

"Before studying Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think we should first clarify a problem," Riddle said slowly, "There is black art first, and then there is Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think you may have thought about one thing, Why do we need a separate course on Dark Arts when we already have Charms?"

"I guess you mean to say that this speaks to the superiority and uniqueness of the Dark Arts?" Pauline raised an eyebrow.

Riddle smiled.

"Very well, Pauline, I like smart people," he said, his tone gradually turning cold. "No matter how much philistines try to stigmatize the Dark Arts, it cannot conceal its mysterious and powerful nature. They fear it." It is powerful, so I use various excuses to ban it. Of course, I am not so opposed to it. After all, mediocre people will indeed be destroyed by the power of black magic, and only those destined to be extraordinary geniuses can truly obtain its mysteries .”

He said, waving his wand, and said coldly, "Crucio."

In the direction he pointed, a spider with a web hanging down shook violently, and with its web, it swayed violently in the air.

Pauline looked at the spider with interest, without showing any surprised expression, just observed it quietly for a while, as if it was a fresh subject.After a while, she looked at Riddle, "It seems that you think you are the kind of... destined to be extraordinary genius?"

A dazzling green light flashed past, and the violently trembling spider dropped its web and fell to the ground, motionless.

"Don't get me wrong, Pauline," Riddle put away his wand, looked at her nonchalantly, and said tactfully, "I'm not bragging, in fact, the reason I'm saying this to you is because I think we They're all like that."

Pauline looked at him for a moment with a half-smile, and Riddle felt slightly annoyed by her gaze, and he couldn't understand what she was thinking.

"Can you tell me, Professor." She approached him slowly, step by step, the hard-soled mid-heel leather shoes made a thumping sound on the floor, each sound was very clear, Riddle was not used to others The distance to him was so close, but it was too abrupt to warn her to stand still, or to find an excuse to avoid her.

He stood straight on the spot, quickly examined her, until she stopped a step away from him, and said softly, "Two months ago, you really wanted to say these things to me, to be honest, I have been Waiting, why didn't you say it until today?"

Riddle's expression froze suddenly, he couldn't restrain his icy anger, and subconsciously grabbed the wand in his pocket.

"You're two years older than I am, but you hardly notice me, do you? You wouldn't notice me at all if I didn't seem to have Professor Dumbledore's approval." But Pauline soon laughed again, She said softly, "I'm sorry, Professor, it's quite a blow to my ego."

Riddle looked at her coldly, examining her with some uncertainty.

"Of course I remember you," he said quickly, watching her reaction, "Pauline, you're a Ravenclaw prefect, and we've met a few times in the prefects' car. Became the President of the Girls' Student Council—you're brilliant, there's no denying that."

Pauline gave a languid smile, and she looked even a little haughty and disdainful, which made Riddle slightly annoyed, and he tightened his grip on his wand.

But Pauline said quickly, "It seems that you really don't notice, professor, you probably don't know, I never sit in the first row of class, and I rarely interact with the professor. Active students."

It was almost like the Pauline Sweet that Riddle had observed in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

He frowned slightly.

"So?" He carefully studied Pauline's expression.

"I'm interested in you, Professor." Pauline said brazenly, and she looked at him with an attitude that was too frank, "So if you plan to chat with me alone next time, please don't talk to me about black magic at length Now, I'm afraid I can't concentrate on such things at a time like this—even if you point your wand at me next time."

Riddle didn't understand her words at first, but after he understood her meaning, his face suddenly turned livid, and he almost took out his wand to point at her in response to her contemptuous humiliation, but he He quickly restrained this impulse. He reminded himself that this was still his first year as a professor. Using black magic directly on students would be too much of a breakthrough. He obviously couldn't accept the humiliation of being dismissed from Hogwarts .

He looked at her expressionlessly, with terrifying eyes.

"It seems that you don't intend to talk to me anymore?" He said coldly.

"How could it be?" Pauline said softly, "Professor, if there is anyone in Hogwarts that I most want to chat with alone, of course you are the only one." His cheek, "Of course...only you."

Riddle looked at her lividly, wondering why on earth he hadn't pulled out his wand and cast a jinx on her—he should have.

But he just stared at her coldly without saying a word.

"Looking at me so coldly, Professor, really scares me." She said softly, looking at him with that unpredictable look, and if Riddle had to say it, he could even hear it from her tone A little aggrieved, "Is this something that cannot be said?"

"You always sit where I can see it at a glance." Riddle said unbearably, even though he was just stating the facts, "You participate in the discussion every time, and the actual number of times you speak is not much, but you always hit the mark Topics. You reported positively on every topic I brought up - I thought it was just your Ravenclaw nature."

Pauline tilted her head and said nothing.

"What an admirable enthusiasm for learning." Riddle sneered.

Pauline smiled slightly.

Riddle looked at her coldly and said grimly, "So, tell me, what exactly do you want from me?"

He paused, "Since you are like this, take great pains."

Pauline gave him a strange look.

"I noticed," she said softly, "that you've been watching me surreptitiously—of course you've tried to hide it, but not very successfully, at least not so successfully, in my opinion."

Riddle felt an unconcealable annoyance and annoyance, and he fought the urge to touch his wand.

"Really?" He said coldly, "I really admire your observation skills. I think you must be very proud? To be appreciated by Dumbledore, the legendary wizard who defeated Grindelwald... I guess it makes you Excessively engenders some pretentiousness that shouldn't be there."

Pauline looked at him with a half-smile.

"Well, I don't deny it. Sometimes I do observe you silently. Let me tell you the truth, you are no better than I imagined, and you are not some unprecedented peerless genius. What you can do and do I can do everything to be complacent at your age. Although—” he said, the conversation turned inexplicably, “You are indeed talented and charming.”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at her angrily. He didn't know how the last half of the sentence came out of his mouth suddenly.

"It's surprising, Professor," said Pauline. "It's a great honor to hear such compliments from you, because I noticed—you never really compliment anyone, Especially when you're... annoyed."

Riddle's face contorted for a moment, he stared at her closely, and sneered, "It seems that I should be honored for this too? Given that you have been so painstakingly observing my every little move, I guess you have never treated anyone like this before." Have you noticed?"

"You are still the first, Professor." Pauline said softly, "but I think I will be a rather novel experience for you as well."

Riddle looked at her blankly.

"Okay, maybe you got it right," he said coldly, "I do pay some extraordinary attention to you, maybe there is something about you that attracts me, but what does that mean?" He sneered, "Pauline, what are you trying to explain to me?"

Pauline stared at him, lingering between his brows and eyes with a rather subtle look, and held out her hand tentatively towards him - Riddle stiffened, and he tried to push her away, but he quickly restrained himself. I looked at her coldly.

Pauline cupped his cheek.

She smiled lightly, took a step forward, and stood almost close to him, her ambiguous breath was softly blowing on his neck, he could smell the faint fragrance on her body, Riddle's His chest heaved violently.

"You wanted me from the very beginning, professor." She smiled as if she had nothing to do, and whispered in his ear slyly, her soft lips brushed against his earlobe, "but you are pretending Seriously, desperately trying to find reasons for yourself—it has to be said that this kind of behavior is quite successful, and you almost fooled me."

"But look," she said, throwing her arms around his neck boldly. Riddle stiffened, but he didn't move, let alone push her away. She pushed back, but with no success at all.Pauline chuckled and blew lightly on his neck, Riddle's Adam's apple rolled violently, he grabbed her shoulders hard, and looked at her fiercely.Pauline laughed more lightly. "You see," she said, "you can't fool yourself."

Riddle's chest heaved violently.

"Have you ever thought about the current situation?" Pauline pressed close to him, kissing his cheek, neck, and collarbone as if nothing, "I guess you are a careerist, ambitious, ambitious, full of ambition." The whole mind wants to subvert the world. A person like you becomes a professor, not to teach and educate people, but to satisfy your own ambitions. But have you ever thought about this?" She whispered softly, as if luring Eve to eat Apple's Viper, "right in your beloved Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, hugging your students..."

Riddle squeezed her even harder, staring at her tightly, his breathing gradually becoming heavy.

"But there's nothing wrong with that, is it?" Pauline smiled softly, "Life has to be adjusted a little bit, it's just a small embellishment in the process of realizing your ambitions, there is no need to refuse, and there is no need to restrain... just Just for fun."

She kissed him lightly on the lips.

A soft and provocative kiss.

Her lips were warm and soft, and she gently kissed and sucked him. There was an almost unbearable itching from her sensitive lips. From her lips to her heart, it was as if something had penetrated into his chest and was scratching tirelessly. However, she still kissed him intermittently, and scratched the itch, not only could not relieve the itch, on the contrary, it almost drove him crazy.

Riddle suddenly grabbed her waist, put his hands on the back of her neck, pressed her neck, and kissed her lips vigorously, deepening and deepening, their lips and tongues were tightly attached and entangled, Almost indistinguishable from each other.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly there was a muffled knock on the door.

The kiss that ended abruptly.

They were still leaning together, panting heavily, neither of them speaking.

Pauline hung most of her weight on him, and Riddle held her tightly.

They stared at each other, but said nothing.

The people outside the door seemed to give up and leave, and everything became quiet again.

"Why are you so flustered?" Riddle sneered coldly, and he stared at her closely, "You acted so boldly and proactively, but just now you acted as if you were afraid of being discovered by others." He sneered, as if Kissing her cheek helplessly, "Pauline, are you so afraid that people will see you kissing me?"

He kissed her lips.

There seems to be a kind of magical power in her, which makes people unable to help but desperately explore and explore. He is almost like a drunkard who has plunged into a wine barrel, drunk, fascinated, and his mind is full of greedy demands.And she was indeed too enthusiastic, taking whatever she wanted, desperately catering to him, which contributed to his greed and loss of control.

All afternoon, they were almost inseparable, thanks to his timetable, no more classes were scheduled for this afternoon, even though that was exactly what he had originally chosen for the day—in a different way. Useful.

They didn't stop until dusk.

Pauline pushed his chest lightly, but Riddle didn't move, still holding her tightly around her waist.

"It's dinner time." Pauline said softly. Her voice was much hoarse than before, but her tone had slowly returned to calm. She pushed Riddle again, "Come here for today."

Riddle released her slowly.

But he still stared at her closely.

"I will consider your suggestion on the topic of my thesis when I go back." Pauline picked up the book, walked towards the classroom door unhurriedly, stopped at the door, and turned her head slightly, "Then, thank you I wish you good dreams in advance, Professor."

Riddle looked at her expressionlessly.

Before she turned her head, he suddenly said, "I don't have classes every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, you know where my office is."

Pauline paused.

"Well," she rolled her eyes, "it depends on my mood."

"Goodbye, Professor."

She nodded politely, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

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Before I opened this book, I never thought that I would write free doujin, but I was addicted to HP during this time, and almost scanned all the HPbg doujin in Jinjiang. I read other male protagonists such as SS/DM/SB/RB/FW It's cool, but LV, obviously has a lot of food, but none of them hit my point (I cried when I mentioned this) so I can only buy it by myself!

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I don't want to change him, and I don't need the heroine to be responsible for saving him. I just want to write a love story.

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