[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Really doubt their IQ. "In fact, it was part of his plan for Harry and the others to find out about the Chamber of Secrets, but Riddle didn't need to know.

/This is the end of the matter, and you can't hold back. Let's attack again when they are not occupying the women's bathroom. /

Soon, his opportunity presented itself, as Harry let Gryffindor win their first Quidditch match back in school, only to lose a bone in his arm.The core figures of the investigation team could only lie on the hospital bed, and Ron and Hermione had to go back to the common room. There was a grand celebration there, at least Ron didn't want to miss it.

Riddle had the basilisk roam the tube, catching fleeing rats, until a nocturnal student appeared.Colin Creevey, Harry's admirer, carries a camera with him and tries to capture everything.This time we can do without water.

Riddle created shadows and let them pass near Colin. "Who's there?" Colin raised the camera and pointed it at the corridor, and the basilisk poked its head out from the opposite side.Colin was petrified.

Call it a day, leave, and wait for the patrolling professor to find him.He urged Riddle, and I could still catch the second-half celebration.

On Monday, the news of Colin's petrification spread throughout the school and set off an unprecedented panic.Various amulets and exorcisms became extremely popular among students. Neville carried a big stinky onion in his arms, an amethyst around his neck, and a small bottle of rotten newt tail in his pocket. behind him.

"They say that the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets only attack Muggle-born wizards, and you don't have an amulet." The other party's round face was full of tension, "I have to protect you."

He suddenly felt guilty.

Professor McGonagall is also very worried about him, "The principal has confirmed that the secret room was indeed opened. We don't know who the murderer is, we don't know where the secret room is, and we don't know how to open it. The school is no longer as safe as before. Students of your origin will bear the brunt. Don't stay at school for Christmas, go live with me."

He has no reason not to agree.

"I really don't know what will happen to them when they find out the truth," he wrote in his diary. "When danger arises, all they think about is protecting me, but I failed them."

/ Don't you want to quit?Go ahead, go surrender yourself. /

Of course he will not surrender himself.This is what Riddle wanted, he closed his heart more and more to people other than Riddle, not letting them know what he was planning secretly, and sooner or later, Riddle would be able to completely control him.

Before that, though, he should have gotten what he wanted.

Harry was also having a hard time.In the Dueling Club, Harry spoke Parseltongue in front of everyone. Judging from the expressions of the people present, they probably regarded Harry as a descendant of Slytherin.Worse, even Ron and Hermione thought so.

"If you want to say I'm a descendant of Slytherin, you don't have to." He found Harry in the dormitory, sulking with his pillow. "Even the Sorting Hat thinks I should be in Slytherin."

"Yes or no, what's the difference?" he asked softly, "Because your ancestors were Slytherins, you are not the Harry Potter we know?"

The other party turned around, as if hope was suddenly ignited.

"Slytherin lived 1000 years ago, and even if he was your ancestor, he has nothing to do with you. Do you have to act like Malfoy just because you speak Parseltongue?"

"Of course not." The other party immediately denied, "I will never become a person like Malfoy!"

"That's not enough."

Harry felt a little better, "I'm just a little worried..."

"Worried that your classmates will dislike you because of this? Hate you like you hate Malfoy? Worried that the people who used to be around you will leave you overnight?" He asked sharply, "Ron and Hermione Is that why I'm not your friend?"

"But you also saw that in the Dueling Club, they avoided me like some dirty thing."

This is undeniable.Even if he can accuse prejudice of being irrational, that doesn't stop people from having it.In his opinion, Harry was a very sensitive child, and the actions of his classmates yesterday must have hurt each other.

"You're not a Slytherin," was all he could say.

"Thank you very much for believing in me, but even Hermione said that all the evidence shows that I am probably his descendant." The other party said dejectedly, "I'm going to believe it myself."

"follow me."

He took Harry to the library and showed him a big book about genealogy. "In the era when pure blood theory was rampant, wizards were very keen on genealogy, especially celebrities like Slytherin. People wanted to dig out all eight generations of his ancestors." He pointed the contents of the book to Harry, " The only known direct bloodline of Slytherin in existence is the Gaunt family. Most pure-blood families allow a small amount of hemp mixed blood, but the Gaunt family only accepts absolutely pure wizard blood into their family, don't Speaking of the Potter family, even the Malfoy family may not be able to be regarded by them. Because of this almost pathological bloodline requirement, the Gaunt family can only marry close relatives for a long time, which makes their family members wither. The last Gaunt was Morfin Gaunt, who was imprisoned for killing Muggles 50 years ago and died in Azkaban. Harry, Slytherin is dead."

"So I can't be a descendant of Slytherin?" Harry read the contents of the book almost obsessively. "Then why do I speak Parseltongue?"

He brushed away the other side's hair covering his forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar was extremely eye-catching. "I don't know, why don't you ask Professor Dumbledore?"

The next day, they attacked Justin and Nearly Headless Nick.Harry was very unlucky to be caught again at the scene of the crime and taken to the principal's office.

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☆、Chamber 12

No one knew what exactly Harry and the headmaster talked about, but judging from the fact that Harry didn't relieve his burden at all, it seems that the headmaster didn't play much positive role.

What happened to Nearly Headless Nick terrified most, and students scrambled to register and go home.He has one last thing to do before term ends and that is to prepare Christmas presents.

Due to the lack of funds, all the gifts had to be completed by magical transformation, which required a lot of complicated magic. Riddle provided him with some good suggestions, although the other party was not very happy. /You're making silly gizmos with spells that even a Hogwarts seventh year can't master, magic should be put to more meaningful use. /

"Magic should be used where I want to use it." He replied, and the other party shut up.

He gave Harry a fluffy lion cub wearing a Gryffindor banner, capable of running and roaring, and not too big for the little one to squat in his palm.While wrapping the presents, the little lion was still jumping on the window sill, flapping the tassels on the curtains.He stuffed a scarlet velvet cushion into the gift box, so that the little lion could sleep on it.He hoped the lion would cheer Harry up a bit.

The one for Hermione was an ancient rune puzzle, which he designed himself. Small squares engraved with runes were neatly placed in a flat square box. Adjacent squares could be swapped. Words are formed in a particular direction and the runes light up.There is also a scorer on the box. If you form words in a row, you will get more points.He dared Hermione to like this.

The gift for Ron was the most complicated. He had to disassemble his set of wizard chess, transform the chessboard into a model of a Quidditch field, and then transform the pieces into players, flying around on the field on a small broom go.He entered a large number of Quidditch terms into the board, and the players only need to call out the names of the players and tell them what tactics to adopt, and they will complete it automatically.Those players have their own personalities just like the wizard chess pieces. They will quarrel with each other, question the captain's decision loudly, and celebrate by riding a broom around the field after victory.However, he found a problem that he couldn't solve, that is, once the chess pieces accepted their names and teams, they would not change. He had to cast a powerful forgetting spell on this group of chess pieces so that they would obey Luo. OK.

Then there were the Weasley twins, and he gave them a pair of fireworks, very small, probably no bigger than a baseball, and they kept blooming.He used cold fire, not afraid to light something, and added a lot of magical effects.Fireworks can hover in the air if desired, or can be thrown around, and every once in a while, the firework will change color by itself.He also added a triggerable copy spell, they can copy a bunch of fireworks to form different patterns, and all copied fireworks also have the original function.However, the replica can only last about an hour.

Neville's gift was the most thoughtful of all.He searched all the newspapers and magazines he could find, copied all the reports and photos about the Longbottoms, made a clipping, and wrote on the title page, "You are their pride."On the last page was the report of the arrest of the Lestranges, who had driven the Longbottoms mad with the Cruciatus Curse, and beside it he wrote, "Face it bravely."He wasn't sure how Neville would feel when he saw such a gift. Sometimes he would overestimate a person's inner capacity, but it was not a very annoying gift after all.

The house-elves at Hogwarts were willing to help him deliver presents on Christmas Eve, even when students weren't on campus.

"I still haven't figured out what gift I should give Professor McGonagall," he wrote in his diary.

/ hairnet? /Riddle half-jokingly replies, /Actually she looks pretty good with her hair down. /

"That was her 50 years ago." He thought about it, and felt that his identity as a gift-giver was embarrassing, and the gift was too thoughtful, as if the student was pursuing the teacher, which would cause unnecessary misunderstandings, but if it was too formal, it would be better not to Sent, originally there is no need for children to give gifts to adults at Christmas. "By the way, I haven't prepared a Christmas present for you yet."

/I?I can't receive it again. /

"There is also a birthday present. We have been together for so long, and I have never asked about your birthday."

/December 12.But I advise you not to bother, even if you send a package to Albania to my main soul, he won't be able to open it.Besides, if he saw a big package tied with a bow, I guess his first reaction would be to blow it up. /

"Did your classmates give you gifts before?" He waited for a long time, but the other party didn't answer, "They didn't give it?"

/how do you know? /

"Because you are the heir of Slytherin, you are a model student, you are Voldemort, a great man destined to lead an era... In short, you are abnormal. Only normal people celebrate Christmas."

/You guessed it right, and I take the lack of gifts as proof of my excellence. /Riddle's tone is self-deprecating.

"It's indeed because of your excellence, but you still deserve a gift." He paused, then picked up his pen again, "I really want to know how you endure this."

/What's the meaning? /

"I can't stand that, being treated like a monster just because I'm stronger than them all. It's weird, I don't think it's that bad when I live that life, but I come to Hogwarts and know How normal kids spend their childhood, I never want to go back." He decided to reveal a small part of the truth to the other party. "Tom, I didn't tell everyone the truth. I didn't come out of the orphanage. It was a cover. Professor McGonagall was eager to complete the task and took me away without asking the people in the orphanage. Am I right? Leaving home by the age of six, my parents sold me to a government program that collected children from all over the world, sent them to space to train, and then executed operations plans. We were trained as fighters and commanders, and participated in In war. I was the strongest of these kids, though not the brightest. The other kids followed me like the ones who followed you at school, which meant I had no friends."

He waited for a while before Riddle asked a somewhat silly question, /Can Muggles go into space already? /

"In 61, the Soviet Union sent people into space first."

/Soviet Union...unexpected.I admired Stalin back then, a great statesman, but I still didn't expect it. /

"Stalin was dead at that time, he died in 53 years."

/ Sad Muggles, however great, are conquered by death.They have a good idea though, I mean collecting kids.How did you get out of there after that? /

"I'm retired. I'm too old, almost 12 years old, my learning ability has begun to decline, and my creativity is not as good as before."

/Unbelievable, wizards are just starting to learn at your age.Why not go back to your own home?Your parents should miss you, right? /

"I don't have a home anymore. They know what school has turned me into and they don't want a little monster like this in their home."

/ha!Yes, parents are like that. /

"also?"

/Would you like to enter my memory?I've never shown these to anyone. /

"it is good."

The diary flipped quickly and stopped on a certain day in July.The page turned into a window, and he could see a desolate small village under the twilight, a lonely figure walking on the road, he wanted to get closer to take a closer look, but found that he had fallen beside the other person.

"That's me." Riddle's voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place. "This is the summer vacation after I opened the Chamber of Secrets."

He looked at the boy walking ahead, who was much taller than him, his pale complexion and the dim light of the evening could not hide his handsome appearance.Riddle looked very charming in his youth, but his dark pupils were full of indifference.The other party hid his emotions so well that people couldn't see through them, just like his elder brother, he was always very afraid of such people.

"After Myrtle died, I reported Hagrid as my scapegoat. The headmaster believed me, but Dumbledore believed that I was the murderer. He just had no evidence. This certainly made me disheartened. Dumbledore would never Will change his opinion of me, but he has been convinced since the first time he saw me that I would not be a good person, and to be honest, the possibility of permanently losing his trust in me is not as hurtful as I thought. "The other party said in a monotonous tone. "After the initial shock of death, I was left with confusion. I knew about the Chamber of Secrets and I knew I was the heir of Slytherin when I was in first year, and I didn't know my father was Who, is he alive or dead. Slytherins are the only relatives I know."

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☆、Chamber 13

"I tried all means to investigate, rummaged through the books in the library, and asked those pure-blood descendants with deep family ties... What I'm most interested in is the castle itself. There are so many treasures left by the wizards of the past generations. Magical sigils, the strongest and oldest of which belong to the Big Four. I have so many questions to answer. Why did my mother die? She was a witch with Slytherin blood on her body. Why did my father Abandoning me and my mother? How has my mother's family fallen? And why? Why is my magic so powerful, why are the rare talents of Slytherin reborn in me? I want to know where I was born Meaning, no one loves me, no one needs me, my mother won't even live for me, but I survive and can outlive any wizard... What is the reason for all this? I was educated since I was a child that God created everything in the world, and all people and things carry God’s will. So what is the reason for my creation? What part of God’s will is placed on me?”

"No one can answer for me. The teachers in the school are too weak. Although Dumbledore is a genius, he always likes to preach those mediocre arguments. He doesn't like me to bring up the ideas of his youth, those who have been abandoned by him. Now... none of them can guide me. Only one can, Salazar Slytherin, but he can't talk to me anymore. So I want to find his Chamber of Secrets, he must have left something in it, he said One day his heir will come back to school and open his Chamber of Secrets, and I think that's my mission. I'm the only Slytherin back at Hogwarts, and he's talking to me, telling me to find, to inherit."

"In fifth year, I found the Chamber of Secrets and couldn't wait to open it and release the basilisk inside. It turned out that Myrtle was dead, Hogwarts was facing closure, and Slytherin's efforts were about to be destroyed .”

"I don't understand...even at the height of Slytherin's and Gryffindor's differences of opinion, Slytherin would rather back down than close Hogwarts. Why would he ask his heir to do this What happened? Hogwarts was established in a dark and turbulent age, when wizards were persecuted by Muggles and surrounded by powerful enemies. At that time, wizards did not have enough control over non-human magical creatures. Under such circumstances, Hogg Watts' student list is actually an ancient contract. The new wizards within the scope of the contract will be recorded, and they will hand themselves over to Hogwarts, and Hogwarts will ensure their safety. Just like the lords and serfs at that time , the relationship between protecting and being protected. This contract is the foundation of Hogwarts. If it is broken, Hogwarts will no longer be able to recruit new students. This is why Myrtle's death will caused immeasurable damage."

"I can't accept Hogwarts being closed. It's my home, the only place where I feel happy and warm. It's where my dreams are. It's my hope for the future. I feel cheated, Betrayal, Slytherin, the person I thought really loved the school, let me destroy the school in the name of maintaining the school. Unforgivable... unacceptable... I believe there must be some misunderstanding in this, I Need to look elsewhere for answers. So I went to Gaunt House, here, up front, and I wanted to ask the rest of the Slytherins, my relatives, what my existence was really about."

It was a dilapidated old house with a dead snake nailed to the door.Riddle didn't push the door, it opened by itself.The boy walked in, and the room was dirty and messy, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time, or even lived in it—he saw the pile of moldy food, and the pot was rusted.Riddle noticed this too.Riddle, however, shifted his gaze to the scruffy man in the armchair, who stood up, staggered, and kicked down a number of wine bottles at his feet, knife and wand in hand.They were talking in Parseltongue, and he couldn't understand a word.

"He's my uncle, Morfin. I asked him about my maternal grandfather, Marvolo, because my mother gave me my middle name from my maternal grandfather, and I thought it might mean something. He told me, Marvolo Worrow died many years ago. That was before my mother eloped, she fell in love with the Muggles who lived in the big house, and my father, Tom Riddle, was the son of a country gentleman well known in the village. , for a descendant of Slytherin, this is unforgivable. My uncle taught the Muggle a lesson, and I guess he liked my mother, and they should have married."

"The Ministry of Magic wanted to arrest him for breaking the law. My grandfather had a fight with the Ministry of Magic. He and Morfin were locked up. My mother ran off with the Muggle while they were away. and conceived me. Morfin didn't know about it. When he came back from Azkaban, Marvolo had been dead for a long time, and his body was rotting at home. He read the note left by my mother , that's when he started to hate my mother. When I talked to him about her, he kept cursing with obscenities."

He saw Riddle raise his wand and stun Morfin.

"It's strange, I never liked my mother, she was a cowardly woman, unworthy, ashamed of her noble blood. I was relieved when Morfin said she was a squib, maybe it wasn't that she refused to live for me , but that she really can't do it. She's too weak. But when Morfin called her abusive words, I was so irritated that I didn't even think about it. That's when I knew, I've always loved Looking at my mother, resenting her because of love, resenting her for not being there for me when I needed it most. But I still love her, no matter how weak she is, how she is looked down upon by others, even if she abandons me, I love her too."

"It's a trick of fate that the greatest dark wizards of the twentieth century, descendants of Slytherin and Peverell, were born of a combination of Muggles and Squibs. I fulfilled her expectations and inherited my father's name, inherited his looks, and surpassed even her request. I was so powerful that any Slytherin could be proud, and I fulfilled her father's expectations that she could not fulfill. Yet when I wanted to By the time I told her that, she was gone and there was nothing in her home that I would miss her."

"I picked up Morfin's wand. I didn't know why I did it at the time. All I could think about was my father, and Morfin said the Muggle came back shortly after, claiming he had been tricked, And never mention my mother. Morfin said he abandoned my mother, I don't believe it, maybe he was just frightened, my mother should not tell him she is a witch, when he found out the truth, he might be frightened He ran away in a hurry. Maybe he regretted it after returning to Little Hangleton. He never married. According to his conditions, many girls would be willing to marry him. Maybe he gradually found that he still loves me. Mother, but my mother died soon, and there was nothing he could do. I want to ask him for an answer, a proof, that my mother's unwavering love until death is meaningful, and I am the crystallization of her love Well, when I stand in front of that man, maybe he will change his mind. I went to the Riddle House, the big and magnificent house, but maybe I already knew the answer when I was at the Gaunt House, so I took it Morfin's wand. I just won't accept it."

When Riddle broke into his father's house, the Muggles were having dinner, and they were surprised to see him.

"I don't need to ask questions. I can see what's going on in their minds. My father loathes my mother, and he regards the elopement as a shame. He was tricked by my mother into drinking the love potion, and he fell into a desperate situation." Desperate love, but my mother was a fool, she wanted real love, so she stopped the love potion. My father abandoned her as soon as he regained consciousness, and she knelt at his feet and begged, when She was pregnant, but my father left my mother without any nostalgia. As soon as he saw me, he guessed what was going on. He thought I was an illegitimate child who came to cheat property and wanted to tell me to go, but I Before he could speak..."

A green light flashed, and the screen fell into darkness.

"That's the end of my memory. I was created as a Horcrux. In fact, I didn't prepare it at the time. I knew the principle and method of the Horcrux, but I didn't plan to make it, so I didn't bring the soul to carry it. I only have two personal items on me, one is my wand, and the other is my diary. It is inappropriate to use a wand as a Horcrux, so I can only choose a diary."

He backed out, only to realize that he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.He supported the table with his hands, but his arms were trembling.

/ Are you crying? / A line of words appeared on the diary, and was blurred by the tears that fell.

He tried to grab the pen, but his fingers wouldn't work.He finally knew how Horcruxes were made, and the process was so cruel that he could hardly bear it.Riddle finally got the answer, that is, any recognition of self-worth entrusted to his parents is illusory. Looking for the secret room and talking to his relatives is all because of confusion, because he cannot establish his own value for himself, and the successive bumps into walls make him The realization that he was on the wrong path was too painful for Riddle to contain so much pain and despair in one soul, and so it split.Riddle, who still longed for the love of his father, was sealed in the diary, and Voldemort, who could leave his father behind, walked out.

/No one has ever shed a tear for me. / The other party said this, calmly as if describing the death of his father.

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☆、Chamber 14

After that they talked about everything.He promised Riddle that he would definitely get a body for the other party, but Riddle lacked interest, saying that the main soul would take care of everything, just wait for the right time.Soon after, he followed McGonagall to Hogsmeade's house, where they were going to spend the whole winter vacation.

Hogsmeade is a magical village that perfectly preserves wizarding traditions. Originally, Hogwarts students had to wait until the third grade to go to Hogsmeade. He had already experienced it.Professor McGonagall would sometimes take him to the Three Broomsticks, and Ms Rosmerta would giggle and offer him a butterbeer every time she saw him.Although this drink is called beer, it does not contain alcohol, and it is warm when you drink it, which is perfect for enjoying in winter.He also went to Honeydukes, where he liked the pink coconut sorbet, which was refreshing and the other sweets were a bit too cloying for him.The post office is also great. There are hundreds of owls in it, of different species. Professor McGonagall offered to buy him one, but he declined because he thought he probably wouldn't need an owl.

Together they made Christmas dinner, a golden roasted turkey, and raspberry tartlets with stars and snow-white frosting.Professor McGonagall made her famous beef pate with meatballs, which smelled very delicious, and he was responsible for roasting pepper sausage and slicing a huge ham.Professor McGonagall made an exception and allowed him to drink a glass of sherry, which was said to be genuine imported from Spain.

After dinner they sat in front of the fire, and Professor McGonagall showed him an old book of photographs.

"It's a house my husband bought for me so I could go to work. It's the first time I've lived here since he passed away. He used to be my boss and after graduation I worked at the Ministry of Magic and I didn't really like the atmosphere there .In my time, discrimination against Muggles was also prevalent in government departments, and my father happened to be a Muggle." Professor McGonagall held his glass and flipped through the photo album for him, one of which was her past colleagues in the department. "This is my husband. He was so young and full of vigor back then."

"But I fell in love with another man at the time." The album was flipped to one of the pages, this is a picture that does not move, Meg of girlhood is standing with a handsome boy, and the background is the Scottish farm. house. "A Muggle named Doug, the son of a local farmer, and we both liked each other, proposed to me, and I said yes, only to regret it. I didn't want to live like my mother, locking her wand under the bed , so I escaped."

"After that I came to Hogwarts." Another group photo, with the Hogwarts auditorium in the background, he recognized Dumbledore, Flitwick and Sprout. "Everything seems to be fine, I still miss Doug and sometimes I get his love letters out of the box. I ask my mother how he is doing and my mother tells me he is married and with another farm daughter of the Lord."

"That feeling is very complicated. I broke up with him. I shouldn't point out that he continues to love me, or even give up his own life, right? But my love for him has not changed a bit, I have not Married, I am willing to guard my life for him like a jade, but he married another woman." The other party pursed her lips, even after so many years, she still couldn't control her emotions when talking about this past event. "I think it's my fault, I'm to blame, but I don't want to be like this, I want to be with the person I love, but I also want to be myself, a witch, and show my talents to the fullest. But in the secrecy Bound by the law, I'm doomed to choose only one. I chose myself, so I deserve this ending, don't I?"

He stroked the back of the other's trembling hand and remained silent.

"Sorry, I lost my temper." The other party turned over a page of the album. "When I was saddened by Doug's departure, it was Dumbledore who enlightened me, but I didn't quite get over the impact of that incident. Soon after, my husband started pursuing me, without delay , until he came to see me one summer vacation, and we dated at the Puddiff Cafe, yes, the one not far from the Three Broomsticks, and he proposed to me. I said no, and I still love Doug, even though I I knew it was impossible for me and him, but my heart couldn't accept a new man."

"It took me a long time to accept my husband. Doug died. He died in an accident." She pointed to the newspaper clipping. It started all over again. So I got married. We don't have kids, but my nieces and nephews come over a lot. We have a lot of happy memories." She blew her nose, "You're right, I shouldn't hide from the past, Because I have been hurt, I have to deny everything. I spent a summer vacation sorting out these old photos, and looking at them, I suddenly felt that facing reality is not so difficult."

"You are brave, it is very difficult to face these." He whispered.

"I'm the head of Gryffindor. If I can't even show this courage, how can I teach you?" The other party showed a confident smile. He had never seen Professor McGonagall so radiant. "Speaking of which, shouldn't you also let go of the past?"

He forced a smile, "I can let it go."

"Go to sleep, you can receive Christmas presents in the morning." The other party stood up from the sofa and put the photo album and empty wine glass on the table.

"Merry Christmas, Professor." He took the other's hand, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "It's my Christmas present."

"You child..." The other party rubbed his hair and smiled dotingly.

The first thing he did when he woke up on Christmas Day was open his journal, "Merry Christmas, Tom."

/you are happy too. /

"As your Christmas present, let's share bodies today."

/What?Do you mean possessed all day long?That is a great burden on you.Horcruxes are black magic after all, so it's not certain that they will weaken your vitality. /

"It's okay, it's just a day, it won't have any impact." He gave up his position to Riddle.

Don't you think... it would be better for you to unwrap the present first and then let me in?Riddle sat in front of the pile of presents instead of him, a little undecided.

Come and tear it down.

The other party hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'm not polite."

Mrs. Weasley sent a hand-knitted sweater as usual, as well as home-made desserts. Riddle stroked the sweater and couldn't put it down.She is such a good mother.The other party said in his mind enviously, putting the sweater on his head