HP Tom Riddle

It took me a lot of time to slide out my wand and take care of these disgusting pranks, just like the last time after Ryan Brown stopped me for a while, when I went to the ancient magweave classroom, there were a lot of people there, but the teacher hadn't come yet —the two Gryffindors didn't come either.

I hesitated for a while and sat in the seat I sat in the previous class. At worst, I used a sound-suppressing spell.

Before that, I probably also wanted to understand Ryan Brown's methods, which didn't involve any attack, but were devoted to disgusting me from all angles-what a big trouble with a little cleverness, I wrinkled my nose in irritability , We must get rid of this big trouble called Ryan Brown from the source.

The thought intensified as the two Gryffindors sat down on either side of me.

"Hey, it was very rude of you to do that last class," said the Gryffindor on my right.

"I just don't want Professor Sweet to see us here doing something he hates."

"Well, all you have to do is say it," said the Gryffindor sitting to my right. "Is that enchantment of yours a family enchantment? It would be cool for me to say that."

"thanks?"

"Are you all so polite, Slytherins?" he muttered, "but those vipers are really polite and annoying."

I didn't really want to continue chatting with him. Fortunately, Professor Sweet came in at this time: "If you need class notes, I can borrow you at that time."

"Thank you, it couldn't be better." Victor Green, who had been silent all this time, suddenly rushed to say, "Let's listen carefully together?"

I was very happy to turn my head and send a heartfelt smile to this understanding little angel.

Well, to withdraw my preface, there are still good cherubs in Gryffindor who are not annoying at all-maybe fewer in number, but there are still some.

Although I really want to go to Ryan Brown in private to stop this disgusting prank, but I can't find her alone time, and I don't have that much time to stare at When is she alone, because now I suddenly have a great idea, since it is difficult for time magic to exist in the form of a spell, how about using magic patterns?If I use the magic pattern to make a container that can hold the magic of time, can I find a way to make time manifest?

As long as I think that this may be a breakthrough point, my thoughts about finding Ryan Brown, the source of the big trouble, are very weak. Anyway, she would not dare to find my big trouble. Itching makes me hate pranks, as long as you know it's a prank, it's not so difficult to prevent.

For some of the pranks that Ryan Brown has carefully set up on the way to my class, I will occasionally "accidentally get tricked" lest she think of something new to deal with me. she consumes.Thanks to the elite education of the Shafik family, the Hogwarts fourth-year courses are still not difficult for me, allowing me to fish in troubled waters in class to my heart's content.

Only in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I don't dare to mess around. Professor Mellors has a bigger temper than Professor Sweet in Ancient Mageweaves class.

"I borrowed a Boggart from Professor Dumbledore. Does anyone know the characteristics of a Boggart and how to fight it?" Professor Mellors stood in front of a cupboard of his height, "Tom, You answer it."

"Okay, Professor." Riddle said, "A Boggart is a black magical creature. Its shape is not fixed, but it always likes to peek into the hearts of people standing in front of it, turning into what he fears most, fighting Boggart's mantra is 'funny funny', but what really kills a Boggart is laughter—and it's worth mentioning that until now, no one knows what a Boggart really looks like."

"Perfect answer as always, Slytheringa is very good." Professor Mellors said with great satisfaction, "Now stand freely in a team, Tom, let you do a demonstration first."

Zabini and I stood together, in a relatively rear place.

"I'm looking forward to what Riddle will be afraid of." Seeing my indifferent appearance, Zabini said curiously, "Don't you want to know?"

"That has nothing to do with me." I said coldly.

Riddle stood at the head of the line, and after making sure he was ready, Professor Mellors opened the door of the cupboard—it was me who came out!

"Is it you that Riddle is afraid of!" Zabini said excitedly.

"Shut up." I growled impatiently.

Of course, how could Riddle be afraid of me!

The Boggart, who took my shape, walked out of the cupboard, slipped out his wand from his sleeve, drew a spell on the ground and began to disintegrate slowly.

Pervert, he is!

I thought with extreme displeasure.

The author has something to say: Sweet, this is really sweet. I can think of Riddle's sweetest appearance is that his Boggart is the disappearing Elena. Of course, this may also be the case in the second ending. Might turn into a knife (just kidding)

It's not too late, good night.