HP Tom Riddle

"Okay." She straightened up. "Now make up your bed and go to sleep. If nothing else happens, the first class of the first year will always be the headmaster's Potions class."

She threw me a booklet with a black cover, which contained all kinds of dormitory supplies, which dazzled me.

"Generally speaking, only those purebloods with a long history assigned to Slytherin can enjoy this treatment-click on the picture with your wand, and Hogwarts will change according to the above requirements." Senior Sister Black pretending to be mysterious.

I believe this must have nothing to do with pure blood, and it should have a lot to do with longevity—Hogwarts is not good enough to recognize blood, at least I have never heard of portraits, nor have I read it in any book arrive.

I suddenly became interested in this booklet.Maybe, I can ask Riddle tomorrow if he has it.

I slid out my magic wand, and I clicked on the corner of the picture of the dark green four-poster bed in the brochure according to what Senior Sister Black said, and the empty big bed next to the bathroom immediately became exactly the same as the picture.

No wonder Higgins said on the boat that Hogwarts has the best accommodation in Slytherin, and only those who have studied in Slytherin for generations have this treatment.

So, in other words, judging from the long history and the fact that someone in the family studied in Slytherin - the things in this booklet will not be created out of thin air - those wizards who graduated from Slytherin must have done something for it, For example, investment in Muggle terms.

The wizards of Slytherin control half of the wizarding economy, but I also learned in modern history that their control is gradually weakening, and the witches and half-blood wizards rely on their shrewd minds to eat away at the old Slytherin economy.

Ah, when I think of this, I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe, every Shafik loves to think wildly?

Tomorrow I still have time to slowly decorate my site. After making the bed, I sorted the clothes into categories and stuffed them into the closet. Senior sister Black turned off the light on her side and put down the curtains to sleep.

I lightly grabbed a piece of pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and quickly climbed into bed to sleep.

Early the next morning, at 05:30 to be precise, Senior Blake got up and started to dress up. When she passed by me, she directly dropped a Norwegian Ridgeback alarm clock on my head——I don’t want to recall that Feeling, can you imagine the feeling of being burned?Medieval wizards like to deliberately expose their wizard identity, let Muggles tie him to a shelf and burn him with a torch... They use a spell called "freeze and fire" to make everything a joke among wizards. , but I was directly sprayed by the Norwegian Ridgeback, without any cover, I was directly burned.

Thanks to the Norwegian Ridgeback alarm clock for using magic flames, I don't have to get up with a head of burnt hair.

The members of the Black family are indeed the representative of cruelty!

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I was going to say hello to Riddle at breakfast, but what I didn't expect was that Slytherin has so many rules—no disparaging meaning—the seats for breakfast are arranged in a special way. Before it becomes clear, they will be arranged according to the strength of the family from high to low, from the end near the second grade to the gate.The overall seats start from the rostrum, and the grades are arranged from high to low.

Riddle, who no one knew about Riddle, sat closest to the door.I was pushed next to a second grader by Senior Sister Blake, and opposite was an unfamiliar boy named Brian.

We will only be allowed to start after the prefect has started.Among the four college tables, only Slytherin was the most disciplined, and they came the most neatly.

"Shafik, Brian, you two distribute the schedule to all the other first graders." The female prefect divided the schedule into two equal parts, one for me and one for Brian.

"Ok."

I quickly sent them out one by one.When he got to Riddle, he smiled at him: "Thank you."

It can be said that I, who knows him best in Hogwarts, couldn't help but shudder: "Together in Potions class?"

I thought to myself: Riddle must have made a note of what happened last night in his little notebook.

"As long as you don't mind," Riddle said.

"Of course, nothing can stop you." I smiled and said, "Why should I reject a genius?"

I quickly returned to the front position.

Senior Sister Blake walked over impatiently and made us line up. After counting the number of people, she said to me sternly: "Shafiq, I have to remind you that as a pure-blood, you must be good at recognizing what is right. The friend you make, who is the person you should use."

"Thanks." I looked at her and said, "I think I can still figure out who I can associate with."

"Hope you can do what you say." She gave me a slight glance. "Keep up."

The Potions classroom and the road leading to the Slytherin lounge partly overlapped. Senior Sister Black led us around an intersection, and some Hufflepuff students bumped into us head-on.

"Come over quickly." Senior Sister Blake gathered us in a row. Among these Hufflepuff freshmen, some little badgers who might have heard of Slytherin's bad reputation ran over tremblingly, even with disbelief on their faces.

Possibly they also met a Weasley.

I was thinking wildly.

"After the Potions class, the second-year Les Lantage will come and take you to the classroom of the Transfiguration class." Senior Black said threateningly, "If you think you are very powerful, you have to leave first, of course, as long as you can get rid of the teacher." Navigate through those tricky stairs without penalty for being late in Transfiguration class, and I welcome everyone to do it. I think—you don't have such talents.” She smiled sarcastically, “Remember , everyone, gather at the door and wait for senior Les Lantage to pick you up to the Transfiguration classroom."