[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

There was a moment of silence all around.

The Gryffindor classmates had already stopped eating and raised their eyes to look this way.

After eating, the students who just put down the tableware also picked up the tableware again, sat down and looked at us.

The students on the other long tables also looked this way.

"In this case, let Potter and Black come together." Tom glanced at me, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and said very gently to Potter and Black, "I'm with Lily, for you two' Remedial 'charms class."

Hearing this, Black stood up and said loudly, "Don't bother Professor Riddle! Lily Evans' level in Charms is enough for us to make up lessons!"

There was still a gentle smile on Tom's face, he stared at Black with those deep and deep black eyes, and said in a very kind tone: "Then, I may ask you to wait, because I have something to talk to Lily .”

"What can you do?" Black asked disdainfully, Potter tugged him, he opened Potter with his backhand, looked up at Tom, and said, "Don't you just want to chase after our Gryffindor gardener? Hey, let me say, you are much older than Lily, right? According to your age, Lily will call you uncle? Old cows don’t eat tender grass like this—”

Before he finished speaking, Potter covered his mouth from behind.

"Sirius was just joking." Potter said to Tom apologetically, "Professor, you are so young and handsome, with powerful magic power, we all want to be friends with you, so we speak to you in the tone of our peers, I hope you Do not mind."

Tom frowned slightly, and his eyes shifted to Potter's face.

The dining room was terribly quiet, not only the students from the various colleges looked over here, but even the teachers' seats cast a few glances over.

"Potter, Black." At this moment, Professor McGonagall stood up, looking at Potter and Black through the lens with two serious eyes, "Come with me to the office."

After finishing speaking, she bypassed the teacher's seat, turned and walked out of the restaurant.

Blake was visibly taken aback.

He took off Potter's hand and opened his mouth to say something, but Potter covered it again.

"Lily, let's cancel tonight's make-up class." Potter said to me, "Professor Riddle has something to do with you, so go quickly and don't delay the professor's business. Black and I will meet at the door of Professor Riddle's office later." you."

After finishing speaking, he nodded to Tom: "Then, let's go first, goodbye, professor."

Black's eyes glowed brightly. He took Potter's hand off and gave Tom an exaggerated aristocratic salute: "See you later, Professor."

Then he winked at me and walked off with Potter on his shoulders.

The sights cast from the four long tables suddenly decreased a lot, but there were still many people watching overtly and secretly.

"Lily, come with me." Tom always had a faint smile on his face, gentle and kind, making you feel like a spring breeze.He nodded to me, and walked out with graceful steps.

I picked up a piece of bread from the long table, smeared some jam on it, and opened my mouth to take a bite, feeling delicious.

So I took the bread and ate it, walking in the direction Tom had left.

Tom's office is on the second floor, and I walked unhurriedly while eating bread.When he came to the door of his office, he had just finished eating the bread.

I took out my handkerchief, wiped my mouth and fingers, and knocked on the door: "Senior?"

Footsteps sounded inside.

Tom opened the door from the inside. There was a rare smile on his handsome face. He glanced at me and said, "Come in."

Then turned around and walked inside.

I followed in and closed the door behind me.

"Senior, what did you call me?" I sat down on a sofa and asked curiously.

Tom was sitting behind the desk. He was rarely sitting upright, but leaned casually on the back of the chair, and even his tie was loosened by him.

The black hair, which had been combed meticulously before, was also a little messy, and even a few strands of hair were scattered in front of his eyes, cutting his eyes a little bit.

There is a glass of red wine on the desk.

I looked at the red wine, then at his lips, and suddenly realized.No wonder his lips looked redder than before. It turned out that he had been drinking.

"Senior, why don't you speak?" I saw that he kept silent, just staring at me with those black eyes, neither smiling nor annoyed, very deep, so I reminded him.

Only then did Tom ask, "Where did you go with Potter today?"

"I went to ride the broom first, and then returned the broom." I said.

Tom's eyes suddenly became dark, showing a bit of unpredictable danger: "That's all?"

"What do seniors think?" I didn't answer him, but asked rhetorically.

Tom looked at me for a while, then raised his hand and tugged at the tie. He lowered his eyes slightly and said casually, "I think we've made it very clear."

"What?" I raised my eyebrows, expressing that I didn't understand what he meant.

He raised his eyes and looked straight at me: "I pursue you, you can no longer associate with others."

"I allow you to pursue me." I said in surprise, "But when did I say that I don't associate with others?"

It's so strange.

He is just one of my suitors, and I am choosing a partner to fall in love with. Of course, I have to date a few more to choose the best one, isn't it?

"Lily." Tom sat up straight suddenly, there was no smile on his handsome face, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura, "What do you think of me?"

"Be a suitor." I said.

He narrowed his eyes, stood up suddenly, and walked towards me.

He walked up to me and stood still, bent down, put one hand on the side of my face, and said softly: "Have you forgotten, who am I?"

"I haven't forgotten." I said, "You are a senior."

Tom laughed lowly: "Very well, your ability to pretend to be stupid is the best I have ever seen."

He stretched out a hand and squeezed my chin: "Lily, don't make me take out my wand for you."

"Crack!" I opened his hand and frowned: "Senior, if you do this again, I will take back your qualification to pursue me!"

Then I saw his eyes narrowed, bursts of anger emanating from his body, and I even felt the slightest surge of magic power.

Who are you scaring?

I immediately took out my wand, pointed at him and said, "Stay away from me!"

"I haven't seen anyone who dared to draw out a wand at me for many years." Tom raised his eyebrows slightly. "Anyone who dares to draw out a wand at me is dead."

He said the word "dead" in a gloomy tone, and then snatched my wand away with lightning speed.

"Dumbledore likes you so much, I thought he would at least teach you not to let others take away your wand easily." Tom played with my wand, the corners of his mouth hooked up, "The wand is the half body of a wizard. Without the wand, the wizard will It is equivalent to having a broken arm and will be in danger."

"Oh."

I didn't remind him that I can do magic without a wand.

Speaking of which, the first time we met, he knew that I could do magic without a wand.

It's only been a few years, how could he forget?Did he lose part of his memory when the Horcrux was fused?

"Give it back to me." I held out my hand to him, "This is my wand, it's useless for you to hold it."

Tom seemed to have heard something very funny, and he laughed lowly and kept on laughing.

"You mean, the wand recognizes the owner?" He smiled and played with my wand, "Yes, I also heard Ollivander say that when I was buying the wand. He said that the wand chooses the wizard , not the wizard who chooses the wand. He also said that if you get a wand that doesn't belong to you, you can't exert its power."

"Why, do you believe it?" He raised his eyebrows with pride in his eyes, "It seems that you don't know that although the wand will recognize its owner, once it is held by a wizard with more advanced magic power, it will still be used. "

After finishing speaking, he flicked his wand and pointed the tip of the wand at me: "All petrified!"

I blinked.

Tom was taken aback for a moment, and he immediately flicked his wand again: "All petrified!"

I blinked again, and then stretched out my hand: "Senior, give it to me, it's really useless for you to hold my wand."

He frowned, glanced down at my wand, then looked up again with a dull light in his eyes: "Out of body!"

I shrugged.

"Senior, why don't you believe it?" I said, "It's really useless for you to hold my wand."

Tom's brows were twisted into iron bumps: "How is it possible?"

He lowered his head and looked at my wand over and over again: "Why can't I cast a spell?"

Immediately, he held the wand and threw the spell out desperately.

"Bone reappears!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

But none of the spells were cast.

"How is this possible?" His handsome face twisted in disbelief.

He turned and looked at me, his eyes covered by a few strands of black hair, with a look of madness: "What the hell is going on here? Is your wand fake?"

"How could it be fake?" I leaned back on the sofa, put one hand on the back of the sofa, looked at him with my chin propped up and said, "Besides, is it fake, can't the senior see it?"

He is one of the most powerful figures in the British wizarding world.

Except for Dumbledore, who had never fought against him, no one else could compare to him.

Could he still not be able to tell a real wand from a fake?

"Why can't I use it?" He looked in disbelief.

"Because it's not yours." I said, looking at his unacceptable expression, I was very surprised, "It's not yours, of course you can't use it."

He didn't believe it, he held his wand and swung it desperately.

After shaking for a long time, I guessed that his arms were sore, so he stopped.

From the beginning to the end, not a single wand was thrown out.

Just as he was despondent, a cloud of white dots burst from the tip of his wand.His eyes lit up, he stared closely at the tip of the stick, and almost held his breath.

Then, a white lily slowly emerged from the tip of the staff.

The lily grows slowly, stretching out its petals and stamens, shaking on the tip of the stick, exuding a fresh fragrance.

I saw Tom's face contort like it wasn't a beautiful lily but a piece of shit.

"Avada!" Almost immediately, Tom pulled out his own wand and waved it at me.

I saw cruelty and tyranny pouring out of his black eyes.

However, when he was chanting the incantation, the lily flower swaying on the tip of my wand jumped slightly and landed on the tip of his wand, just blocking the tip of the wand.

The green light of Avada, glows inside the lily.

In an instant, the white lilies turned green.

"Wow!" I couldn't help exclaiming, "It's so beautiful!"

I couldn't help but ran off the sofa, ran to Tom's body, and took the green lily from the tip of his stick.