HP Tom Riddle

Riddle guessed what Professor Slughorn was about to tell me - the pending class representatives.

He walked away awkwardly.

I couldn't even catch up with his deliberate accelerated pace. Fortunately, the next session is Transfiguration class, and the seat next to him is already mine by default.

"Riddle, I have to say, this is definitely not the result I want." I said very sincerely, "You are better than me, anyone with eyes can see that. The only advantage I have is Si Leitlin believes in pure blood more than patriarchy, and I happen to be a pure blood, a pure blood who can compete with you."

"You want to say I'm a Muggleborn?" He played with his wand, the white wand twirling in his hand, "like when we met for the first time?"

"Of course not." I said eagerly, and at the same time a little irritable, "Riddle, the Shafiks believe in superior wisdom above everything else. I am no exception. I believe in wisdom rather than pure blood."

"Then you should go to Ravenclaw, Shafik." Flint choked suddenly, sitting behind us, "I don't understand why a pure-blood should be so humble to a suspected Muggle-born wizard. "

"Shut up." I angrily cast a "Silencing Curse" on Flint, which the Shafik family uses to punish children. "Just calm down and think about why, stupid Mr. Flint."

"Elena." Brian said softly, "Of course, Flint can't hold his breath sometimes, but I think Professor Dumbledore is coming soon, isn't he?"

"The spell will be lifted by itself in half an hour." I was still a little annoyed, "just in time for Professor Dumbledore to finish his theory and start practicing."

"It couldn't be better." Brian smiled slickly. "Riddle, I think you should cherish a pure-blood friendship." He said briefly.

This made Riddle frown—I saw it because I had been staring at him—he was a little upset, and so was I. , and Riddle's matter, this is a matter between the two of us, and it's not Brian's turn to intervene, who knows what he is so worried about?

"You are strong enough, Elena." Riddle said, "But you obviously don't work hard, I just want to say this—" There was no good or bad in his words, "You should set a good example."

I was slightly stunned.

What exactly does Riddle mean?Does he want me to be the grade representative?Or do you wish he could?

During my two weeks in Slytherin, I've stopped simply taking what they showed as real, but I still don't quite understand what's hidden on the other side - which aren't portraits of the dead what the boys and the house-elves could teach me.

"Let's talk later, Elena, I don't think this is a good place to chat."

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Professor Slughorn's office is like a ballroom that can hold banquets at any time. You can imagine how luxurious the decoration is here. After all, it is not a simple character who can be a Slytherin snakehead.

"Elena, you are here." Professor Slughorn said happily, "I think you have guessed a little bit, and I have good news about this."

"Yes, class representative. There is no one better than you in the first grade. When Marius and I proposed you, I knew how right the decision I made in my heart. He never liked Choose someone else's at will." He picked up a piece of candied pineapple, "I'll be Elena here, and you don't have to be restrained here—want a piece of candied pineapple? I can't get enough of it."

"It's my great honor to teach," I said, "but the candied pineapple won't be used. Can I have a small glass of red wine?"

"Although I don't advocate underage drinking, a small glass of red wine is fine. I have a bottle of 1866 Stewart* hidden in my cupboard. Let's open it." Professor Slughorn set off to Looking for wine in his personal locker, I saw the bottle on the outside, Riddle's scabies potion, juxtaposed with some equally amazing student work, "Ah." He saw I was looking at those, "That was made by the students I taught, and now they are all famous people."

He took down the drink: "Before I thought about whether Riddle could be qualified for this position, but as a leader, you don't need to show your talent too much. This will give people a kind of pressure instead." He used hemp He pried open the bottle in a melon-like way, explaining to me, "It makes me feel more like I'm drinking a very precious bottle." He continued, "Riddle takes himself too seriously, and he obviously He can't manage those people who are not convinced by his bloodline well. He may use his strength to suppress, but this is not a long-term solution." The professor said here, showing a slightly sly smile, "There is a Shafiq who pursues justice here, of course I should choose the most suitable person."

"I will work hard to teach."

"If you have any difficulties, you can go to Marius, he will help you." Professor Slughorn took a sip of red wine, "Don't be scared away by his indifference, Marius is always better than other people." They know better. He's my proudest student."

"Thanks, Professor." I tapped the empty bottle, "I think I will."

"But I'm afraid I won't be able to refill your drinks. Headmaster Dippet has always disliked me taking the students out for drinks—ah, that slug club. I'll invite you when you're in second year, Not now, only talented students will gather there, Elena, I think, after the first grade. No one can deny that you are not good enough to join." Professor Slughorn lay down on the bed Chair, "Will you keep this a secret? About today's red wine?"

"Of course, Professor." I replied in the affirmative.

The author has something to say: 1. Ghost lesson: Isn’t Professor Binns a ghost?

2.1866. Stewart in 82, can you think of Lafite in [-] that we always see in some pretentious plots?Should it be this year?

ps: "The author of the huge length has deleted the nonsense"