HP Tom Riddle

I opened my mouth, suddenly lost my voice, and finally looked at Riddle like a wooden Muggle sculpture, unable to say a word.

"Don't you want to lift the curse? The method is already in front of you." Riddle's voice turned cold, "If you want something, you must sacrifice something. You are not weak like the Elena I have seen before. Shafiq."

"Where do you think I'm weak?" I asked angrily.

"Isn't it weakness to be hesitant?" He asked me back, and when I didn't answer, he said again, "Take out the courage and self-confidence you once had, if you really want to go to 1603, then don't be soft-hearted. Look at this world coldly like you are coldly facing me, don't hesitate to care about this and that!" He stood up, "I will help you, just as you were willing to stay and take me into the magic world , if you think about it, come to me, and I will always be waiting for your arrival."

Riddle left as soon as he finished speaking, and he didn't care that I sat there blankly watching him leave, my heart was in a mess.

It wasn't until I sat numb that I was awakened by my tired body. The auditorium that had just been extinguished was filled with the smell of burnt wood, so this meal was temporarily arranged in the lounge.

Riddle's words had a great influence on me. I lost my desire to explore time magic and spent the entire Christmas holiday in a trance.

On the day of returning to school after the long vacation, although there was still a smell of burnt wood in the auditorium, it was much lighter than before.

Principal Dippet appeared very rarely when we were eating dinner. He looked a little weak, but his voice was still very loud: "Good evening, everyone. What I want to say next is similar to the auditorium that was baptized by fire once." It's about banning pantomime performances in schools from now on." Principal Dippet paused, with a smile on his serious face, "Okay, let's continue to have a pleasant meal."

"I heard that Gryffindor burned down the auditorium?" Senior Black asked me after Principal Dippet left.

"It was the ash snake that burned down the auditorium." I replied very pertinently, "It was quite chaotic at the time. The two actresses on the stage fought, and then the ash snake suddenly exploded, and Gryffindor left the stage It was relatively close so there were many and serious injuries."

"Tsk, it's such a pity." Senior sister Black said again, "Next time you have this kind of opportunity, you can record it with a crystal ball and show it to me?" Duo hosted the pantomime, "By the way, how many people did Slytherin go to that day?"

"Just me and Zabini."

"Where are you hurt?"

I'm a little shocked that senior Black not only didn't say anything about me, but also cared about me so much?But I replied honestly, "We didn't have a front position, we just burned a little hair at the beginning."

"It's right to stay far away from the place where Gryffindor exists." Senior Sister Black concluded, "Do you know?"

"I understand very well." I said with lingering fear.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Senior Black stopped paying attention to me, and turned to chat with Senior Lestrange about what happened during the Christmas social season.

"It's better for my family to host the home game. Malfoy always invites some strange people who don't appear on stage. I really don't know what is written in his so-called smart mind, is it Achnatherum?" Sister Black complained. "However, the one held by your family is not bad. Why did the Frenchman invite him?"

"Hey, it's nothing to do with my family that the guests brought in, okay?" Senior Lestrange retorted.

"Oh, but you don't see these people at my family's banquet. In the final analysis, it's because you didn't check it out properly." Senior Black said.