HP Tom Riddle

I have never said much or refuted Riddle's various prejudices.

"Hope you in the future meet a woman who can change your perceptions."

Riddle raised his eyebrows and replied in a low voice, "Maybe?"

"Oh, may Merlin bless me, let's hurry up that day—how many times did you pinch? Why does my face still hurt!" I said, "You are so rude!"

Riddle held up his wand irresistibly, pretending to count the lines on it.

"Shall I ask Mrs. Hope to show you?" he finally asked uncertainly.

"hurry up."

"Okay, wait for me."

He jumped up from the chair beside him, bent down and tucked in the quilt for me; then he walked towards the inside of the medical wing in a gentle manner.

To be honest, Riddle's appearance reminds me of those pretentious purebloods, although, compared to them, Riddle is much better.However, it always made me feel a little strange and uneasy.

"You should call me as soon as she wakes up." Mrs. Hope pushed open the small door in the inner room in a hurry, and yelled at Riddle like a cannonball, "Well, it's useless for me to tell you now ——Don’t move the child, just lie down and wait for me to check for you.” She untied the brown wand from her waist, “Let me have a look—it’s fine, there’s nothing wrong—you can do it later I left." She turned her head to look at Riddle again, "Go and get the energy potion I just brewed, the blue one, one bottle will do."

"I know," Riddle said.

"In fact, I have always disagreed with Principal Dippet's decision to insist on flying lessons." Mrs. Hope complained as she put away her wand, "Why do everyone like those dangerous things? Fortunately, Bobby and I have opinions It's the same—oh, Poppy is a Slytherin four years your senior, and she has a great talent for healing magic—"

"This bottle?"

"Yes." Mrs. Hope took the potion from Riddle, "Drink it, kid, you need some of this."

"Can you not, ma'am?" I resisted looking at the pretty potion in Mrs. Hope's hand.

"Of course not." She refused.

"Oh!" I uncorked the bottle annoyedly, "Okay, one breath." I glanced at Mrs. Hope.

"That's right." She nodded.

I squeezed my nose and drank a whole bottle of potion: "I don't want to recall this taste again." With a hoarse voice, Riddle stuffed a candy into my mouth.

"Professor Slughorn gave me a sizzling honey candy," Riddle explained, "I have brought your clothes and wand."

"Give it to me—help me close the curtain?"

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Two days later - it happened to be Friday afternoon when I woke up - I finally returned to my Hogwarts class.

I have to say that the first-year homework, at least the first semester, is really not very difficult.For me, there is no difference between taking these classes or not, the only thing that I find it difficult to adjust to is the relationship with other Slytherins.

Riddle didn't know what he did, or what method he used, to tame the first-year Slytherin.

They didn't mock or marvel at Riddle's various performances; they applauded Riddle when he did a good job.

Maybe, I don't know enough about Slytherin?

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"I'm very glad to see you again, Miss Shafik." Professor Mellas waved his hand and set up the arena, "The last time we met was in September. Come on, let me see how many months you can lie in bed Have you let your hand crumble?"

I even walked and climbed onto the arena, but before I could stand still—Professor Mellors hit me with a blow that split and hit my feet. The trampoline sank into the plank.

"Torn apart." I cast a Splitting Curse on the wooden boards that trapped me, sideways to block Professor Mellas's curse again.

When I finally freed my feet and entered the state, the platform on my side had become bumpy and difficult to get off.

"The birds are flying!" I was almost forced to the audience by Professor Melles' intensive spells, so without thinking, I released my best prank spell.

A dozen or so birds ran out of my wand and headed straight for Professor Melles' front. This was a good opportunity, and when he had no time to be distracted, I clenched my wand tightly: "Disarm!"

A huge thrust rushed Professor Mellas and the few remaining birds to the edge of the table. I believed that my magic power was enough to knock Professor Mellas' wand into the air, but Professor Mellas grabbed hold of it tightly. The wand flew away, and the blue veins in that hand popped out, but he still didn't let go, but pulled down hard to keep the wand.

"Of course, you'd better not do what I do in battle, the enemy won't give you a chance to grab the wand." Professor Mellas came back to the stage, "I always treat talented people There is preferential treatment. Miss Shafiq, return to your original position."

"Torn apart, what I want to teach you in this lesson - a very lethal non-black magic spell. I have already told you the boundary between black magic and ordinary magic: looting. So, is ordinary magic what we imagined? How gentle and gentle? I think only some idiots would answer yes."

I stood next to Riddle.

He didn't notice that I pulled his clothes because he listened too carefully to Melles' speech.

"Any magic, yes any magic, as long as you want, it can turn into murderous magic." Professor Mellas cast a levitation spell on the podium with his wand, "According to the research of Muggles, if you are in this At that moment (the lectern was held high by Professor Mellors) I removed the magic power, and it could kill a Muggle."

We all took a deep breath.

"Of course, I won't teach you how to kill, even though many people say that wizards born in Slytherin are all dark wizards." He glanced at Gryffindor, these lions who hadn't grown up were terrified, No one dared to pant loudly, "But, if any of you commit murder in the future—don't say it's my student."

He stood on a high platform like a king and looked down at us: "At the beginning, which college has the most people with intact clothes after this class, I will add [-] points to that college."

I met a Gryffindor boy.

"I once visited you with Senior Ronald." He held up his wand and said, "If you are tired now, I can take it easy."

"No need." I said directly, but after thinking about it carefully, I added, "I'm completely fine, come on, don't spare any effort."

Before the class was about to end, Professor Mellors separated us all with a wave of his wand.

"Christmas, according to my rules, there is no homework. Homework, for smart people, it is a burden; An idiot, a mediocre person? Is there any difference from an idiot?" He slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, "I can't see it. Get out of class."

Professor Mellas strode out of the classroom first.

The author has something to say: 1. Professor Melles is not that weak, remember.