[HP]Aluet

"Hello." A tall and thin Slytherin boy with black hair and black eyes walked up to me and sat down. His eyes were full of arrogance and scrutiny. No matter how you look at it, he didn't seem to want to come and say hello to me, but he still took the initiative to open the door. He said, "Your name is Field, right?"

"Yes." I was a little surprised he knew my name, but I politely replied, "What about you?"

"Orion Black."

He was silent for a few seconds.

"Are you pureblood?" He seemed to want to confirm something, and even his tone was deliberately emphasizing the word.

"My mother is French," I replied.

He nodded perfunctorily: "I mean, are your parents wizards?"

"I don't know, I haven't met my father," I said.

Blake frowned, but still looked elegant.He turned his head and looked ahead, and stopped communicating with me.

I don't know what's important about it, but he reminded me and made me curious about my own life experience.

I started to spend my spare time in the library, but I didn't focus on exploring my life experience, but read a lot of simple spell books and tried to practice by myself - I was too interested in those spells Alright, I can't wait to master these amazing magic tricks.

In the evening, I saw Riddle sitting there with Malfoy, Claire, and Black in the lounge discussing something.

As soon as I went in, Riddle saw me, and suddenly he stopped talking, stood up and walked back.The others looked at me, too, with a wary measure.

After a while they all left, only Blake calmly took out his book and began to write today's homework.

I hesitated, but went to say hello: "Hi, Blake."

He glanced up at me, then lowered his head and continued writing notes.

"You know them?"

"Hmm. What's wrong?"

"What were you talking about just now?" I asked cautiously.

The tip of his pen paused, as if thinking: "It's nothing. It's a study problem."

"They are not in the same grade as us."

"That's why you have to discuss it with them, isn't it?"

"Oh..." I nodded thoughtfully.

When I finished my homework and went back to the dormitory, Burst was already there.

"Why don't you go to class with us?" She asked directly when she saw me coming in.

"What?" I was a little confused by her questioning.

"I said, why didn't you wait for me and Parkinson and Ravi to go?"

I looked at her blankly.In fact, I don't have the habit of acting with others, but when she questioned her, I didn't know how to explain it.

"Then let's go together next time." I said so.

However, when I finished packing early the next morning, Bosde went to nowhere, and I didn't find any of them in the lounge.

I didn't care about these, so I went to the classroom alone with my books.

after class.

"Hey, Ashley!" Hagrid waved at me.

I raised the corner of my mouth at him.

"Flying lessons on Thursday, you know?" He ran to me and walked beside me.

"Yes, I have read the notice."

"This year, there is a new string arrow. It is said that its speed cannot keep up with the comet and sweep, but its elasticity is very good——"

"What model broom?" I asked.

"Yes, yes. ——I don't know when I can see the Quidditch match. I think it will be very interesting. I'm already looking forward to it!"

"Me too. I heard that there are Quidditch trials in the second grade. Do you want to participate?"

"Oh—I don't know. If I don't do well in flying lessons—"

"Tsk, big fool!" Hagrid was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

I turned around, and it was a Gryffindor boy, his eyes fell on my Slytherin school badge, his smile froze, showing obvious disgust: "Stupid, what are you doing with Slytherin's school badge?" mixed together?"

Hagrid sniffled unnaturally and frowned, "She's my friend, what's wrong?"

"You're friends with a Slytherin?" He looked me up and down, and repeated, suspiciously, "You're friends with a Slytherin?"

Hagrid snorted and turned away from him.

"Hey, big fool, I said—"

"Don't yell like that." The discomfort made me blurt out, although the voice was not loud, but he still heard it.But I didn't expect this sentence to piss him off: "It's none of your business, what are you talking about? Slytherins are shameless and disgusting—"

"Shut up, Gary." Hagrid frowned, turned awkwardly to face him, and let out two heavy breaths through his nose.

"Do you want to fight, big fool? I'm not going to fight you—" Gary stepped back, his wand in his hand.

"Disarm!" I cast a disarming spell on him that I read about in a book.He gave a cry of rage, and his wand flew from his hand.I glanced at my hand in shock, not quite realizing it—I didn't expect the spell to work the first time I tried it.

"What are you doing? You can't use magic in the corridor, Feld—Slytherin will be deducted five points!" Minerva stood at the corner with a straight face, and I saw her gleaming prefect badge.

"He wanted to do it." I quickly explained.

Gary waved his hands in panic. "No—I didn't mean to cast a spell—who knows if he'll hit someone?"

"He called Hagrid, and Hagrid didn't hit anyone," I retorted.

Minerva gave the three of us a cold look: "Five points from Gryffindor, too, because of you, Gary."

Under the astonished eyes of the three people, she walked past us without looking sideways.Gary's mouth opened wide, and his throat moved for a long time. He didn't react until Minerva passed him by, and then chased after him, gradually leaving my sight.

"Hey - you're a Gryffindor, you can't..."

I looked at Hagrid in amazement: "She..."

"Oh—actually, it's normal." Hagrid dusted his clothes, and his expression finally returned to normal. "She doesn't care about that, she will deduct everyone's points, I can guarantee—as long as you violate the rules. I also Points deducted."

"Because of what?" I asked him curiously.He scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm grilling sausages in the lounge."

I opened my mouth and had nothing to say.

"—She found out, and I asked her if she wanted one."

"and then?"

"Then...she took a bite, and for some reason suddenly remembered to deduct a point from Gryffindor. She said that sausages are not allowed to be grilled in the lounge."

I couldn't help laughing: "Speaking of which, is there really such a rule?"

"Well, who knows, maybe it's never been done before."

It wasn't until later that Hagrid secretly shared one of his grilled sausages with me that I had an epiphany—it was really inedible.

……

If my parents were wizards, they would have gone to Hogwarts too, right?

With this in mind, I searched the library for the list of prefects recorded in previous years.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find it, but I saw a familiar figure sitting on the table in the corner.

"Riddle?" I walked over and greeted him, but he just looked up at me, and then continued to look through some information in his hand, "Are you looking at the list of prefects?"

"Ah."

"Who are you looking for?" I asked.

"My father."

It seems that he and I want to go together.

"Is your father a wizard?" I sat across from him.

"I think so."

"How did you know?"

"My mother shouldn't be a wizard, otherwise she wouldn't die." He said flatly, "So it can only be my father. I can find him. I heard that he is also called Tom Riddle just like me." He turned back the list of prefects in his hand to the very beginning.

I thought about it: "Maybe it will be recorded in the history books of magic?"

His fingers paused: "You're right." He stood up.

"Can I have a look at the list of prefects?" I said hastily.

He didn't give it to me, but stopped at the spot and looked at me thoughtfully for a while: "Do you want to find your parents' names on it?"

"Hmm... I just wondered if they were wizards."

"What's the name, I'll help you find it." He picked up my words.

"I'll just find it myself—"

"I'll tell you if I find it, it's a convenient thing."

Now that he had said so, I told him, though I was ashamed to bother him: "My mother's name is Anais Dubois, and my father's name is Andréc Field."

"Got it." He wrote the name on his hand with a quill. "I don't remember seeing these two names on the prefect list. Your mother is French, right?"

"Right. How do you know?" I seem to have only mentioned it to Blake.

He didn't answer my question: "Then she may not have studied at Hogwarts."

"Yes." I nodded.

He left his seat and went to look for a history of magic on the bookshelf.

In the morning, I woke up earlier and finished packing my things quietly, but Burst hadn't gotten up yet.She didn't wait for me to go with me yesterday, and probably didn't care too much, so I didn't plan to wait for her either.I walked out of the bedroom lightly.

Today's flying lesson was a lot of fun riding a broom, but I don't think I can fly without a broom.

As for Hagrid... It seemed that he was right. His first flying lesson did not go well, and he was ridiculed by a large number of Slytherin students.

I don't understand why they laugh at Hagrid when they can't fly very well themselves.

To my surprise, the Gryffindor student named Gary didn't make fun of Hagrid this time, but—

"Yo, you're not that good, you thought you were capable!" He made a mocking face at those Slytherins, turned around and saw me, and snorted at me again.

It seemed that his dislike of Slytherin was much stronger than that of Hagrid.

The group of people who taunted Hagrid also included Berstrom, Parkinson and Ravi.They seemed to form a small group, always getting together with the other Slytherins.

Burst kept silent about the matter that he had agreed to but did not wait for me that day, and he never communicated with me again, because apart from sleeping in the dormitory at night, I was in the library or resting in class at other times. Sitting in an armchair in the office doing homework and reading.

Anyway, I've always been a loner, but I've run into Hagrid a couple of times - he's always very positive about the lessons, and he gets to class early, so I always go to class with him.

I don't know if Riddle found out about my father—probably not, because he hasn't told me yet.Anyway, I didn't find any records about him at all.

However, I did find information on "Animagus" - wizards who can transform into some kind of animal while retaining their magical powers.

I was still reading when suddenly someone came and patted me on the shoulder. I turned my head and saw that it was Chasi LaVey.

"I heard that you don't want to be with us because you want to be with the stupid lion of Gryffindor, is that true?" She became very interested in this topic and waited for my answer.

"Stupid lion?"

"Okay!" As if she had received my positive answer, she turned her head excitedly, "It's true!"

Busted and Parkinson stood behind her, looked at each other with a clear look: "So it's really like this."

I felt somewhat bewildered: "But, you didn't invite me to join you."

"Didn't you go first by yourself?" Burst said with his head held high.

"I said Tuesday."

Bostrode's face became very ugly: "You didn't come with us the first time, and you are not allowed to wait for you again? Besides, no matter what, you are hanging out with a stupid lion—tsk, it's really disgusting Yes, Field."

I am speechless.She snorted coldly, turned and went back to the bedroom.

"Why did you come to Slytherin? I guess your family is from Gryffindor?" Ravi laughed.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully.

"Why don't you know? You are so close to Gryffindor." Just after she finished speaking, she seemed to be surprised, "Oh—I don't know? Didn't your family come to Hogwarts to study?" You're not a Mudblood, Field?" She laughed again, "That's right, no wonder the Sorting Hat hesitated for so long - you must be a Gryffindor, maybe the Sorting Hat was stupid - no You asked to come, didn't you? Slytherin is no place for Mudbloods, after all."

"You guys are too loud." Riddle's cold voice reached my ears.I turned my head, he probably just came out of the dormitory.

"Does it have something to do with you?" Ravi just glanced at it without even raising his head.

Riddle's eyes froze almost instantly.I guess he resented being ignored.

"Go away."

Ravi's face changed, and he was a little annoyed: "You talk like that? Who are you?"

"You should know." He made a strange and frightening voice like a snake from his mouth.

Ravi's original angry expression was suddenly replaced by panic, and he opened his mouth sluggishly: "Snake...Parseltongue? You can speak Parseltongue? Are you—are you the heir of Slytherin?"

I blinked for no reason.

"It's a bit late for you to know." He said indifferently.Ravi's face was pale, he took a few steps back, and then quickly ran back to the dormitory.

"Parseltongue?" I looked at Riddle curiously, but he didn't respond.

"There will be no next time. If you have been so cowardly."

cowardly?I froze.

"I don't think it's a big deal," I said.

He smiled sarcastically: "You won't get used to it, will you? Do what wizards should do, you're not a Muggle."

"Then what to do?"

"Make them pay. Make them afraid to mention your name."

I looked at the cold light in his eyes silently, and a deep uneasiness welled up in my heart, but I was really thinking about his words.

Do I really take this happening as a habit?

When I came back to my senses, he had already left the lounge.

I turned my gaze back to the book in my hand.

It was almost ten o'clock when I looked at the watch again, and there were only a few people left in the lounge.

I was going to go back to bed, but I couldn't open the bedroom door.After trying it for a while, I realized the door was locked.

I wanted to knock on the door at first, but just as I raised my hand, I suddenly realized that Burst did it on purpose.

It's not that I can't open Alahuo's hole, but since that's the case, there's no need for it, maybe she will quarrel with me.

Forget it.

I came to the lounge again, and in a dark corner closer to the fire, I transformed into a bird form, nestled on the soft armrest, and prayed that no one would find me.

I stared straight at a fixed point in a daze, and gradually dozed off.

I don't know how long it took before the top of my head was held down by a finger.

"Aren't you going back?"

I looked up half asleep.Riddle looked like he had just returned from the library, with two or three books in his arms.

My head rubbed upwards in a daze, and I tilted my body and fell on his palm.

In the hazy consciousness, I felt a sense of weightlessness falling, and then I stretched my body and fell into a warm embrace.