HP Tom Riddle

I kicked my legs, and the broom began to fly into the sky.Riddle and I walked side by side, the wind blowing back his curly locks, revealing his full forehead and dark eyes: "It doesn't feel bad," he said, squinting.

I let the broom fly at low altitude as Professor Rice said, and Riddle seemed a little reluctant—flying at low altitude does not show his ability—but he still didn't rush to a high place with a "swoosh", but It is to press the broom and fly to the same height as me.

"Do you still remember the first time we met?" I asked suddenly.

"I think this is a question that doesn't need to be asked at all. Of course I will remember, although it is a bit unpleasant, but I know that I am a wizard." Riddle replied in a low voice, "You brought me into the world of wizards , Elena, so I can always forgive you anyway."

"Cut." I snorted, "Stop lying to me, who is always angry at me for some non-existent imaginations?" I wrinkled my nose, Riddle is the one who likes to keep accounts, not me, "At that time, I said that I was in a carriage, but it was not the kind of horse you think. The horses raised by Muggles can only run on the ground. They are Pegasus. There are details about Pegasus in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" Introduction. Of course, if you didn't think of the time issue based on this, I guess I would still be foolishly looking for where my castle is!"

"Didn't you also look for it foolishly later?"

"Shut up." I said fiercely, "You are really annoying, Riddle. Just because I don't want to eat dry bread, you opened my scars. How can there be such a vicious person in the world?"

"That's what you're trying to force me to say, Elena." He raised one eyebrow, "Do you want to fly to a higher place? It's not fun here at all. We can go to the sky and control the broom Do some difficult moves—"

"Let me think about it." I tried my best to ignore the fear that suddenly rose in my heart, which might be the sequelae left over from the fall from the flying carriage last time. "Let's go, why not? A Shafik is not afraid of any challenge."

I controlled the broom to fly high, and it was a little unresponsive when turning, and kept shaking up and down, so I had to tighten it to maintain balance.When I flew to the height of the fourth floor, I saw Gryffindor and Slytherin who had been arguing on the ground before. They seemed to be deciding to have a match to refute each other or something.

I was not very interested in this, so I drove the broom to a higher place until it was level with the Astronomy Tower.

The wind here is much stronger. In order to prevent the long hair from sticking to my face, I hold the broom in one hand and hold the wand in the other free hand to curl up the long hair.

"Gryffindor probably won't be able to beat Flint." Riddle looked at the childish duel below, and suddenly said, "Although Flint's skills are not good."

"Then who is better?" I asked him.

"Do you think there will be anyone else?" Riddle said arrogantly, "Nothing can trouble Riddle, and flying is no exception."

"No." I grinned, "You yelled twice before jumping up, and I only yelled once."

"This doesn't explain anything." Riddle said a little irritably, "Let's compete. You will understand that it is nothing to make the broom fly twice. A real pilot still depends on his skills rather than the broom .”

"Then tell me, than what?" I said to him in a tone that made you hesitate, "It's our first time riding a broom—if you haven't ridden in Diagon Alley."

"Of course this is my first time riding a broom." Riddle emphasized, "It's very fair, there is a tall beech tree at the Black Lake, we fly over from here, and pick the leaves on the tallest branches, whoever picks it first will be the one." win."

"Nice proposal." The rule I readily agreed to, "So, when do we start?"

Riddle was full of confidence: "I will catch up after you start."

"Okay, I'll make you regret doing this." I fixed all three wands, pressed the broom, leaned forward, and rushed towards the direction of the black lake with a "swish", the wind was blowing on me It was blowing next to my ear, and I ignored it, only caring about the lush beech tree.It was all I could see, Flint's voice, Gryffindor's voice, and Riddle behind me, I could neither hear nor see.

The beech tree was getting closer and closer to me, I could almost see the veins in its leaves, and I was excited and thrilled that I would overtake Riddle, whose arrogance was his downfall!

I let the broom turn and fly to the top of the beech tree with my body sideways. I stretched out my hand and grabbed the tallest branch. I pressed down on the broom and turned around—but my broom—suddenly didn’t work, as if it fell apart. , began to fall straight——

"Elena!" I heard Riddle calling my name anxiously, "hold it with both hands and lift it up!"

I closed my eyes tightly, I really wish I could do that, lifted the broom to stop it, but it didn't work, the wind made my face hurt, this feeling of falling at such a high speed is not the same as the feeling of falling off the Pegasus carriage so similar.They all seem to be out of control and can't be stopped...

Before falling to the ground and losing consciousness, I seemed to smell the faint scent of bellflower on Riddle's body approaching me.

Then, I don't know anything.