HP Tom Riddle

"Can you?" I asked almost uncontrollably.

"Of course, it's just a sheep that should have died." Riddle smiled and continued to bewitch, "It has nothing to do with us. I will do my best to fulfill your wishes, so, Elena." He whispered , "Do you still want to go back to that era?"

"Then would you be willing to stay in my time?" I told him my attitude with a rhetorical question.

"Why not if you can?" Riddle folded his hands, "but you don't want to stay here at all, do you?"

"Riddle, don't change the concept!" I glared at him, "I want to meet my parents, at least once—don't you?"

"I really don't want to." Riddle's voice was a little cold, "How could that weak woman be a witch?" He laughed a little at himself, "Do you also think it's terrible, the filthy thing born of a fallen witch?" half-breed?"

"You know I've never expressed that, Tom Marvolo Riddle, do you care so much about what other people think of you?" I said, "You're a genius, you don't need to A genius who was born as an embellisher, is it interesting to care about this unchangeable thing?"

"No, it's that you never lived outside the ivory tower, Elena, it's not something that I can just ignore, you never understand what kind of place Slytherin is, because you were born Uncommon, those bad things are insulated from you." Riddle said, "I don't want to say these, but this world is not as beautiful as you imagined."

"..." I don't know what to say, Riddle seems to be right, I have never lived his life, but no matter what, I still hate his pure-blood discrimination.

"I'm a little hungry Riddle." After a moment of silence, I couldn't help but say, "I only ate a little in the morning because of your damn invitation."

"Sorry, my fault." Riddle apologized, "Go to the kitchen and eat?"

"Of course, let's go." I said impatiently.

Riddle and I got some food from the house elves and took them to the common room. They are still dancing or chatting in the auditorium. Riddle enjoyed those meals together.

"Where is the basilisk you mentioned?" I picked up a small cake and gnawed on it.

"Slytherin built a chamber of secrets just for his pet basilisk, maybe you'd like to meet him the next time I'm bringing him food?"

"at what time?"

"I usually deliver food to him during curfew."

"As a prefect, are you inviting me to go on a night tour with you?" I asked a little weirdly.

"Would you like to come? Maybe at that time we can try to make Horcruxes. Although I have mastered the essentials of making it, I'm not sure if you can learn it too."

I wrinkled my nose in disgust, but in the end I was a little bewitched and said: "If it's not troublesome."

"I'll let you know when the time comes."

Most of the things on the table ended up in Riddle's stomach. I leaned against the sofa in front of the fireplace and sat with Riddle for a long time, and I didn't see anyone coming back: "They don't plan to come back, do they?" ?”

"Maybe," Riddle said, "it's a good night, for most people."

He also said it very implicitly, and I couldn't help but think of Zabini saying that many witches will find an empty classroom to make contraceptive potions after this night: "So what about you?" I asked wickedly .

"It makes me happy to avoid those stupid guys." Riddle smiled at me. "Who knows if those stupid guys' heads are transformed from trolls?"

The author has something to say: the department needs to make a document, even later

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