HP Tom Riddle

I waited for Ryan Brown to come and get me in trouble, but besides coming to me on Tuesday and saying a bunch of nonsense, I didn't get any retaliation on Wednesday - making me cautious all day.

I didn't realize it until the evening. Compared with causing me little trouble, the selection of the grade representative tonight is obviously more important

Senior Malfoy set up a wrestling stage in the common room: "No harmful magic is allowed, and the person who can stand at the end is the grade representative of this grade." After finishing the rules concisely, just like last year, the seven Grades begin and unfold downwards.

From the seventh grade to the fifth grade, it was no surprise that no one challenged the authority of the original representative. When it was the turn of the fourth grade, as soon as Riddle stood on the arena, Flint followed.

"The two of them are real." I whispered to Zabini, "Although I don't want to admit it, Riddle should still be able to solve it with a disarming spell."

"Are you so clear?"

"I had a game with him last year, do you remember?" I said with nostalgia, "It's really a pity that you didn't go up to experience the power of his disarming spell. Do you want to come this year?"

"No, I don't have any idea about the position of grade representative. Riddle has done a good job." Zabini calmly refused, "Do you think I'm an idiot? I know it's embarrassing to go up, why should I go up— —” Flint, who had just been kicked out by a disarming spell, came to the side of Zabini and me for some reason, and gave Zabini a look.

"Hello, Flint," I said to Flint.

"Well, don't you want to go up and compete with him?" Flint glanced at the arena where no one had gone up so far, "Representative?"

"I'm not a grade representative for a long time." I refused, "This position is for those who can."

Flint raised his eyebrows: "Okay." Then he didn't stay on my side, turned around and returned to the position next to Brian, which was his position.

"What is he doing here?" I asked Zabini.

"Who knows?" Zabini spread his hands, "Oh, someone went up again." But it was still a disarming spell and he came down, "Well, Riddle is still not surprisingly powerful, why didn't you go up just now ?”

"Why should I go up?" I gag Zabini with a rhetorical question.

I went insane.

Who knew that Riddle would not take care of my face and let me end after two disarming spells?

I don't feel at all that there is such a stupid thing as courting death in my character.

After going up a few more people in line to find sober people, Riddle sat firmly in the seat of the fourth grade representative.

"Every time I see our grade, I feel ashamed." I looked at the scene where the third grade was obviously much better and said, "Is it because there are too many confused people in our grade? We have to line up to find sobriety?"

"Hahahaha, your description is very appropriate." Zabini was teased by me, "But isn't it normal for those proud and arrogant guys not to accept a mixed race leader?" Zabini calmed down for a while Said, "It's really comfortable to see them leave the stage with a disarming spell that doesn't give them any face. If it wasn't for Riddle, who gave me a very dangerous feeling, I couldn't help but want to stand with him Together."

"What kind of person is Ryan Brown?" I asked suddenly.

"An illegitimate daughter who has an appearance that can be used as a weapon but does not have an IQ that can match it is just an illegitimate daughter who is arrogant and wants to be superior." Zabini said, "Of course, it is not a fool who has no IQ at all. The understanding of her is very unclear, the Black family has never been a family that treats illegitimate daughters as normal legitimate children, this is the most stupid part of her."

"Is that so?" I wrinkled my nose, "She ran up to me and told me that she was going to make trouble for me. The normal way is to just do it without saying anything."

"You can take that as an act of arrogance," Zabini said. "It's normal to put this on her, and Ryan Brown is that kind of person."

"What form will she come to trouble me?" I don't want to let go of my wrinkled nose when I think of it, "I can't think of what she wants to do, it's so annoying."

"It should be different from the previous methods, at least there shouldn't be a situation where you're stuck in an empty classroom and a bunch of people beat you up." Zabini said with a smile, "After all, you and those who were The targets of bullying are different, there is one less sinister Riddle, and Senior Black. I don’t think there will be very excessive methods, but it should be something that annoys you.”

"..." I looked at Zabini who was still smiling, "What kind of method will it be?"

"Can you think about the thing that bothers you the most?"

Zabini's words came true.

After the first week of school, it was still the corridor where the ancient magicweave was. I checked for people, but I didn't check for pranks.

The disgusting feeling of stepping into the swamp - I really can't help but find Ryan Brown and beat him up, how can she come up with such a disgusting idea?

The author has something to say: I received your reminder for tomorrow's school start, study hard.

How about everyday, I went to watch American dramas.