HP Tom Riddle

There are not as many things that grade representatives have to do than I imagined.As I thought, I would be like a butler to take care of the first-year students——I really thought too much about this.

When I asked Senior Black like that.

Marius Black's answer accordingly was extremely ironic: "If a Slytherin can't restrain himself, then he should really go home instead of staying here and humiliating."

The next day, on the morning of the owl bombing.

For this, I really want to thank Slytherin for the rules. At this point, we are basically finished eating, and then we can gloat and watch other houses mention their owls with black faces, and then have another breakfast—early Getting out of bed is actually not that hard, especially when you have a dragon alarm clock.

You know, wizards use owls to convey messages, and when they fly over, they are often covered with a layer of dust, and sometimes even feathers fall off.

Why didn't wizards invent some spells for this?It's so annoying that it can't be used on living things when it's cleaned up.

A plain-looking brown owl flew in front of me and held out its talons, which were bound with a piece of parchment with red thread.

"Elena, whose letter is it?" Riddle pushed his plate away--after the first week, because of his excellent class performance, Riddle's seat was opposite to mine--looking disgustedly at the I didn't get the owl that "cooed" right away.

"Tom's." I immediately remembered that Riddle was also called Tom, and added, "Tom from the Shabby Bar. You know I have some business cooperation with him later..." I took a cursory look at the final payment, paused, Half-truthfully, "He asked me if I wanted to continue investing last quarter's earnings—I should go to Sita in the afternoon and write back to him."

"Oh." Riddle said softly, "Then I will continue to stay in the library. The environment in the owl shed is terrible. I suggest you come back soon." He glanced at the other first graders, " I think we can head off to Charms Classroom now."

I stuffed the parchment that was not fully opened into the place where the wand was placed: "You should lead the way."

"I think so. If you come here, maybe we will be trapped on the second floor, but Professor Dumbledore has a fifth-grade Transfiguration class this morning." He was full of ambition, and he specifically mentioned me The embarrassing thing I encountered last time - I was trapped by the stairs in order to get out, and Professor Dumbledore was finally required to rescue him.

"Riddle, who loves to turn over small accounts, just shut that annoying mouth!" I yelled at him in a low voice pretending to be angry.

"The mediocre are always afraid to face the reality. You have to accept it, Elena. That's what you did." Riddle curled the corner of his mouth, and let out his wand to stroke gently, "We are not those stupid ordinary people people."

"Come on. Don't use these nonsense to embellish your bad temper, okay?" I wiped the corner of my mouth with a napkin, and looked at Brian and Flint behind.

Bryan, always tactfully befitting the Slytherin name*, pulled Flint aside, and the others followed.

Riddle led the way at the front, the spell professor on the fourth floor, after three weeks, it was still good that many new students would be trapped by the lively stairs.Of course, Slytherin with Riddle has never had such an embarrassing incident.

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Because Professor Pete of the Charms class loves Riddle very much, he always pulls him to the stage to give a demonstration after class, and today is no exception.

Taking advantage of this time, I sat in the corner and unfolded the parchment——

Elena:

About the honey water, I hope to speak to you about three o'clock this afternoon, if I may.

ps: If you are going to come in, remember the name of the drink we had together.

Albus Dumbledore

He knows that I have no class this afternoon.

As I thought about it, I pointed my wand at the parchment and said, "The fire is burning."

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Professor Dumbledore's office is on the second floor, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic classrooms are on this floor.

At 02:30, I separated from Riddle, who was reading a book, and ran down from the fifth floor alone.Standing guard in front of Professor Dumbledore's door is a portrait of an old wizard transforming a cake.

"Oh boy, do you know how to transform a cake?" the old wizard in the painting asked me, holding his wand. "I'm going to turn it into a cake that turns into a plate when someone touches it."

"You can try adding some honey water." I remembered Professor Dumbledore's password and said half-jokingly.

"That's totally wrong, and I can't find any water in here—but you got the password. Come in, naughty little witch." He opened the door.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind a pile of transformation papers, saw me coming in, and said happily: "Elena, you came earlier than I thought." He moved the papers to be corrected in front of him, "But Time is right, what would you like? How about honey water? I think I'm in love with this taste."

"Of course, Kiki's honey water tastes the best."

"Ah, that's what I'm going to say." He called for two glasses of honey water. "Hogwarts house-elfs are good too. But your house-elf Kiki, that's what I've tasted. The best honey water."

Professor Dumbledore pushed one of the cups of honey water in front of me.

"Your house-elf is probably the most thoughtful house-elf I've ever met—I'd fight for that right, even for the honey water." He blew on the steaming honey water, and his eyes The piercing blue eyes, which were hard to be covered by the half-moon glasses, finally became much gentler in the mist, "It asked me to see Headmaster Dippet, because it hoped to come to Hogwarts to take care of him. Its dear lady, even if it requires it to violate the contract to do something for other wizards during this period—forgive me—this is its exact words, why not? Such a reasonable request and I did not agree with Principal Dippet reason to reject it."

I took a sip of honey water, and it tasted familiar to me.

"Of course, this time I mainly want to tell you the news." Professor Dumbledore put down his glass, "I hope you can keep this matter a secret from Elena. You know that once this matter spreads, many domestic children The elves are going to be forced to come to Hogwarts to look after their little masters. Besides, Hogwarts doesn't need so many house-elves."

"I will, Professor."

He tore off the paper next to it: "These papers haven't been changed yet! I have to say that compared to Slytherin, Gryffindor children have really rich imaginations, which also makes their papers very Difficult to change—you can leave after drinking, Kiki will be very sad when she sees the unfinished honey water."

"Okay, Professor." I picked up the glass again.

"It's very important to look at a person with a calm and objective attitude." Professor Dumbledore said with emotion while marking an E on a scribbled paper, presumably it was his college's paper, "I'm also on this It takes a fall to remember this truth. Elena, I hope you don't fall like I did."

"Professor?" I put down my finished cup and looked at him in puzzlement, "I think I may not quite understand what you are trying to express."

"You are a good boy, Elena. As a professor, I don't want to see you get into trouble and lose yourself one day." Professor Dumbledore glanced at the wand on the table, "There are many mistakes that cannot be corrected, but Until then we can avoid committing it."

"But I think we probably won't know that's going to be wrong."

"Yes, so at this time we have to throw ourselves out and look at the problem rationally." He changed another paper, "Elena, if possible, I hope you can think of me at that time, as a professor , I will help you get out."

"Thanks," I said, "I should go to the library and get some books for my Charms thesis."

"Oh, go ahead," said Professor Dumbledore. "You are always welcome here, Elena."

The author has something to say: 1. Slytherin = sliding like a snake (Du Niang said, I put it up)

2. Hogwarts essay/academic grades:

Excellent (O) Outstanding

Exceed expectations (E)ExceedsExpectations

Pass (A) Acceptable

Fail grade: Poor (P) Poor

(D)Dreadful

Troll (T) Troll

Using the explanation with trolls, this one is more fun.

3.〖Remember a stalk〗Riddle's diary

1935.6 cloudy

Elena seems to be alone in her world, and I want to make her world alone in me.