HP Tom Riddle

Riddle nodded unobtrusively, and said to me, "Good night."

But in the days after that day, I didn't see Riddle very often. Even when I was eating in the auditorium, I only glanced at him from a distance. After all, I was in the sixth grade with Senior Black.And in the time after that, the professors were a little nervous and tried their best to assign assignments and papers, as if this would allow more people to pass OWL.

I don’t think this is realistic. People who should pass do not lack such a few papers, and those who cannot pass don’t need so many papers. It’s so annoying to see these sudden extra things. Now, it made me forget that Riddle said he would take me to see the basilisk, until he asked me out of the blue on a Thursday night if I would go to see the basilisk.

I looked at a Muggle notebook in his hand, it seemed to be—I don’t remember when I was in a few grades, it was a birthday present for him, and I picked up a notebook from the Muggle world on the shelf in a hurry , engraved his full name: "Yes. What did you write down in this notebook?"

"Nothing, just some spells, do you want to see it?"

"No." I said, "When will it be over?"

"After curfew," Riddle said, "Today is the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects' watch."

"Do you have to wait until after the curfew to pass?"

Riddle said with a weird expression: "That place is not very suitable to go before the curfew."

"Not a good place to go before curfew? Is there such a weird place?"

"You can watch after curfew."

So I went back to the dormitory to put my things down, and when the curfew came, Riddle took me along a small path to the second floor. When we stopped in front of the women's bathroom on the second floor, I thought I understood why Del said he wouldn't be here until after curfew.

"Don't tell me the basilisk is kept in the ladies' bathroom."

"Almost." Riddle said vaguely.

"It's like—well, how many times have you been here?"

"A few times—"

"This is really weird." I looked at Riddle in disbelief, "I'll go first and see if there is anyone in there." Remembering that there was a low-grade Ravenclaw squatting inside last time, I Just a little headache.

"No one." Riddle said a little stiffly, "There are not many people coming from this place, I just need to open that entrance."

I saw that Riddle was a little embarrassed, and finally went in with him without saying anything.

Riddle walked towards a faucet very purposefully. I didn't see anything wrong at first, until Riddle made a "hissing" sound that made people creepy, I didn't see it, Riddle There was a small snake right above the faucet in the middle that Del was facing, and it started to swim with Riddle's "hissing" sound.

"Don't face that place, in case..." Before Riddle finished speaking, he was interrupted by a scream. I followed the source of the sound and saw the Ravenc I had seen before. Low grade students.

She yelled, "Pervert!" She pointed at me and said, "You, you, brought a boy into the ladies room!" She hiccupped, "I'm going to tell the professor!"

"It's not what you think." I explained a little irritably, "Don't attract them, do you want to be deducted points?"

She said stubbornly: "You brought the boys into the women's bathroom!" She stared at me, "That, that, is—" I felt something greasy behind my back, this Ravenclaw junior When she said that, I was startled, and when I couldn't help but want to look behind to see what it was, she suddenly fell down straight with a scream.

"Ri, Riddle?" My voice tremblingly turned to Riddle's side, "What's wrong?"

Riddle ignored me, he made a "hissing" sound, and the thing behind me that sent chills down my spine seemed to slip away, I tried to move, but my hands and feet were so stiff that I couldn't move.

"Why didn't she move?" I asked with a sour nose.

"Because she died." Riddle said coldly.

Before I could react, I saw him pointing his wand at the lower Ravenclaw students who fell on the ground, chanting a spell that I couldn't understand but made people feel scared. I don't know if it was my illusion , when Riddle took out a Muggle notebook and pulled out something invisible to his forehead, I felt like something was pulled out of my brain, accompanied by a sharp pain, The pain made me want to pass out immediately, but I kept awake from the pain.

I wanted to cry out in pain, but my throat was blocked by something unknown, and I couldn’t make any sound—I vaguely felt that Riddle seemed to hug me, and I went up several stairs, in the Turned around a few times in front of a corridor and led me into a room.

My final feeling is that I'm sinking into a softness.

The author has something to say: There are still two plot points to end the text—probably, oops, I feel like I’m about to finish writing the text after more than a year. I really don’t know what to say. It feels like something is about to leave. I won't write the No.1 book anymore, and I won't write such a heavy tone, irritable, I will write a story about the idiot in the eyes of Doubi and Doubi, that's right, the abo interstellar novel with ab.

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