HP Tom Riddle

After Senior Black left, I waited for the potions classroom that Riddle entered together.

Brian took one look at me and pulled Flint into a good seat in the front row.

"Riddle." I took a deep breath, and there was nothing wrong with the last row, "How was last night?"

"Of course, I live alone." Riddle opened the textbook without looking up at me, "Have you previewed? I suggest you better do some previews."

"The portrait taught me basic potion making when I was in the castle, and I learned it pretty well." I said proudly, "Did you use a booklet with a black leather cover last night?"

"What?" Riddle turned his head and looked at me. "Maybe it's only for girls. I didn't see any brochures. In fact, when I went in, there were only two beds that had been made in the room. If there is no important problem , I want to take a good look at the potions textbook for a while."

"Sorry." I casually took out the textbook from my bag, and pushed it away with my wand in boredom.

It's not much different from what I read 300 years ago. I can't help but think of Muggles. Their textbooks are really interesting. They never use the same content for hundreds of years like wizards.

boring!rigid!

"Can't you read the book well?" Riddle couldn't help closing my textbook, and pressed my wand with one hand. At this moment, the Hufflepuffs stepped on the spot, and looked at me and Riddle. Sitting far away very quickly——Riddle said angrily, "Okay, whatever you want, don't bother me."

"Okay." I withdrew my wand, tucked it into my sleeve, spread the book with my hands, and turned it from the back.

"Oh, dear children. Put away the wand, we don't need it for the first class." Sitting at the long table in Slytherin at the opening banquet, a fat wizard with short brown curly hair came from the door , "I am Slughorn, your Potions Professor."

"Lay out the book in front of you, please. I know many of you, Hufflepuffs in particular, probably very few of you did some prep last night. Turn to the chapter on Scabies Potions." He held the tip of his wand in his right hand , "Worth noting, the porcupine quill. From my experience over the years, many little wizards always forget to remove the fire before joining them. What will happen if you don't?" He pointed his wand at the lectern. The parchment floated slowly in front of Professor Slughorn, "Tom Riddle. I saw you reading when I came in. Can you answer my question?"

Riddle stood up confidently: "It will blow up the cauldron, Professor."

"Two points to Slytherin for Riddle's precise answer." Professor Slughorn said happily, "Frying the cauldron, every beginner in potions, even those who have been doing potions half my life like me will meet This annoying question."

"How to avoid this problem? You guys just need to remember today not to add porcupine quills without removing the fire."

Professor Slughorn floated the list back to the podium, turned around neatly, tapped the blackboard with his magic wand, and the white chalk floated up, writing cursive characters one after another smoothly on the black board, which is a textbook standard steps above.

"In addition to porcupine quills, you also need to pay attention to..."

Riddle took notes meticulously, and I didn't dare to disturb him, and I didn't dare to make unnecessary small movements. Professor Slughorn paid special attention to Riddle, and even I, sitting next to him, were limited by the professor's eyelids under.

To me, learning these knowledge that I have learned a long time ago and I am familiar with by heart is not as interesting as a book on deformation theory.

After finally getting through the stage of theoretical explanation, Riddle unceremoniously kicked me to get materials from the cabinet, while he stayed on the seat to fiddle with the utensils.

After I managed to find what I needed for this lesson in a pile of messy potion ingredients, Riddle threw me two venomous snake teeth and asked me to grind them into powder.

I held it viciously, thinking of the snake teeth as Riddle's grinding teeth, and finally felt better.

Riddle took the initiative to set up the cauldron to undertake the most difficult part of scabies potion making, and the most applauded by Professor Bo-cooking slugs.

He did a good job, too, and when Professor Slughorn came here, the slugs he cooked happened to be the perfect color.

"Five points for Slytherin - perfect slug cooking for Riddle," Professor Slughorn said to the class.

Flint let out a cold snort, and was immediately kicked by Brian.

Riddle raised his eyebrows proudly, and began to boil the scabies potion more quickly and precisely.I didn't participate in the production at all afterwards, except for the snake teeth that were ground at the beginning - Riddle still thought it was not delicate enough, so I took it and reprocessed it myself - if all this hadn't happened under Professor Slughorn's satisfied smile , I must smash this thick potion book in my hand on Riddle's head.

Riddle picked up the porcupine quill, quickly removed the fire, silently counted the time, and gently threw it into the cauldron—

"I have to give ten points to Slytheringa again." Professor Slughorn clasped his hands behind his back and bent over to watch Riddle fill the bottle. "It seems that we have a potion genius this year!" The professor said excitedly that as soon as Riddle finished filling the bottle, he couldn't wait to gently lift the perfectly colored scabies potion with one hand, "Tom, I wish I could call you that - about this perfect bottle of scabies potion, I want to Put it away in my personal locker."

Riddle frowned slightly without any trace: "Of course, Professor. I'm honored that you can call me so kindly."

The truth is, Riddle probably hates it to death in his heart.How well I understand that he hates to be involved with all mediocre things.

For example, he loves his surname* but hates his first name, for example, he yearns for wizards and hates Muggles.

I was very skeptical that at Christmas 1935, the Muggle history book I had worked so hard to get and gave him was definitely left in that corner.

――There is no doubt that even though I did nothing in the Potions class this time, Riddle got an O along with it.However, if there is a next time, no, there will be no next time, a Shafiq does not rely on others to win glory.

Senior Les Lantage came earlier than everyone expected. It seems that he arrived when we just picked up the books and gathered at the door of the Potions classroom.

As if reading the thought on our faces, Les Lantage said, "Shut up your ridiculous expressions, a Slytherin is always well-prepared." The spire could be seen vaguely from his wide cuffs, "Now, follow me in file." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and began to lead the way without looking at us.

A few boys crowded at the door were a little anxious. They hurriedly inserted into the queue, causing a commotion.

"All petrified!" I sent three consecutive shots to stop them one by one, "Brian, you take the lead to keep up with Senior Les Lantage."

As soon as the team started to move, I threw "Curse Listop" to break the spell for them.

"Follow up quickly." I said blankly.

At this moment, Riddle looked back at me. Due to the distance, I didn't see his expression clearly, and he had already turned his head and hid himself in the team.

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