HP Tom Riddle

"That's what he's afraid of..." Zabini said in surprise, "Riddle likes you? You know? You're right, otherwise, how can you say it? Everything is correct based on this premise." .”

"You think too much." Of course I was surprised myself, I never thought that Riddle would have any thoughts about me.

When the Boggart-turned-me was dismembered half way up from the bottom up, Riddle raised his hand: "Funny funny."

The other me with only half of my body was finally dissolved by Riddle into hundreds of beautiful butterflies, flying above our heads, and all of them dissipated when the marble collided.

"It's not that I think too much. The whole Slytherin will know after this class is over. Although there were some unfounded speculations before, but now there is evidence." Zabini said very excitedly, "A heavy Great news!"

"Can you please keep your mouth shut now?" I said a little embarrassed.

"Hey, okay."

Flint is afraid of never playing Quidditch again, and Bryan is a beautiful desk - I don't really understand what there is to be afraid of from a desk; the one who temporarily sat on my left in Ancient Mageweave class The Victor Green's Boggart is a giant fire-breathing Chinese fireball dragon, and then Green makes it a blinking fire dragon alarm clock that's ten times smaller with a bow tie; wait till Zabini comes on I was ready to laugh at him, and it turned out that his Boggart was really fun, an old Zabini.

"So you're afraid of getting old?"

Zabini didn't answer me, took his wand, turned the old Zabini into his youthful self, and bowed to everyone.

"It's your turn." Zabini gave a smirk.

I wrinkled my nose and ignored him, focusing on the closed cupboard.

When Professor Mellors opened it, I saw myself, to be precise, the self I am now, and I will always maintain my nine-year-old self.

"Funny, funny." I mechanically looked at the smiling Boggart in front of me, and stuffed it directly into the cupboard.

"Why are you and Riddle afraid of you?" Zabini asked very curiously.

"Who knows?" I said, "maybe I have a charizard inside me?"

"Liar, then your Boggart just now should be a Chinese fireball dragon with your head—"

"Shut your mouth, Zabini." I interrupted his terrible imagination. "You talk a lot."

After seeing my Boggart, I was more focused on the study of time magic, which made me ignore a lot of things. When I was stuck in a blind spot and raised my head to look around, Slytherin had already Not the Slytherin I was familiar with.

I think they got a poison called pure blood revival, and the whole Slytherin went crazy.

The lounge was as deserted as it was on vacation, and there was no one to be seen at all, except for Zabini who occasionally didn't hang out with witches from other colleges.

"Where did they all go?"

"I don't want to join in." Zabini sat on the sofa near the fireplace and spread his hands, "I just want to take advantage of the chaos, those ideals are too idealistic-secret gatherings, just like Grindelwald once did As you said, gather believers and prepare to do something great."

The author has something to say: an extremely short chapter connecting the past and the next—actually, it’s just a transitional chapter, touch your chin, let the emotional line develop naturally, Elena is not enlightened at all, and Riddle has no idea what love is— —Why am I embarrassing myself so much——This is not a whore essay, not from the start.Okay, I talked a lot in a mess, I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m going to go out tomorrow and the update will come later, so that’s it (づ￣3￣)づ