HP Tom Riddle

"Then why don't you install a ladder?"

"Don't you think this method is very interesting?" I asked back.

Riddle didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't answer.Clearly, he was telling me with his silence that he didn't feel that way.

"Okay." I compromised and told him the real reason, "Because if you want to bring someone in, you can only go this way, another layer of insurance. Obviously, if it weren't for you, I decided not to go down with him, In this way, whether he goes down first or goes down later, the mechanism will be triggered."

"Then let's go up." Riddle said quickly, "I'm more eager to enjoy a good dinner now."

He directed his wand to return the slate to its place.

I really don't understand his behavior. As far as I know, it is impossible for Riddle to give up his pursuit of magic in order to satisfy his hunger.It's as ridiculous as someone telling me he can bring Merlin back to life.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm really hungry." He let out a "luminescent flash" and started walking back to where he came from.

"It's kind of like what I would say, you know?"

I was skeptical and went back with him.

Christmas gift prepping is literally killing me.To be honest, when I decided to go to Hogwarts, I was already mentally prepared for this aspect. However, that was something that could have been slowly considered and prepared in more than three months, instead of all It all piled up in this last week.The thing is, I don't have a clue about this yet.

At this time, when I saw Riddle reading a book leisurely on my sofa in my house, I would have an urge to throw him out.

Why can he be so idle!

"Have you decided to give those gifts to those in Slytherin?" On Friday afternoon, there was still a long way to go before dinner, but there were only two days before Christmas, and I finally couldn't help it Ask Riddle.

"Very simple." Riddle said lightly.

"Not everyone is as smart as you." I just couldn't contain the rage that was always, always, always around me.

When Riddle was reading, his attention would not be on me, so he even put a smile on his mouth and added slowly: "Nothing."

"Damn it." I angrily took out the only spare wand I had left, and "split" at the empty coffee table, "Pretend I didn't say anything."

Riddle repaired it without looking up.

I immediately put another "fall apart".

"Maybe you can go find your house elf." Riddle looked at me with a headache, but he fixed the coffee table anyway. "Isn't it that it can do almost anything?"

"You're so smart." I immediately figured out the key point, "But it's her, not it—Kiki!"

"My dear lady, what do you need Kiki for?"

"May I trust you by drawing up a Christmas gift list and buying and packing presents?"

"Dear miss, don't worry, this is Kiki's best job." After she screamed excitedly, she disappeared in place.

"You can now do something else in peace and quiet." Riddle breathed a sigh of relief, "For example, stupid...Christmas decorations?"

"Then we have to come together." I raised my eyebrows at him vindictively.

"Except for this. You can do it alone."

"No, the only one has just been handed over."

"No, my Christmas present must not be prepared by a house-elf."

"You're not even going to give me a gift, it's pretty good to get one from the house elf."

"Pay attention to the question you asked me. I didn't say no to giving you a gift."

"Then what are you going to give?"

"secret."

On the second day, Christmas Eve, Riddle and I finally got to work on the giant cedar decoration that came from nowhere, and the living room needed some space-expanding spells to accommodate it.

In fact—I like to tell half the truth, the other half I like to hide or tuck away—it was actually Riddle waving his wand and letting the ornaments hang into place by themselves.

I think he's a bit of a perfectionist, like snake teeth in Potions class, he thinks it's too bad that I'm too slow—then why does he trust my vision—and kicks me aside, Do all the arrangements yourself.

This lazy meal made me very uncomfortable.

"My dear lady, I found this while weeding in the garden." Kiki suddenly appeared with a pure black owl, like a savior, "It's a letter from the Black family."

Whichever Blake I am, I thank him.

"Need help?" Gigi asked Riddle, who kept waving her wand.

"No, I'll go to the kitchen." He said dryly.

The letter was from Marius Black, and contained this invitation.

I looked back at Riddle, who was seriously comparing the lengths of the two ribbons, and then thought about a wardrobe that didn't have any banquet-level clothes, and declined the invitation without thinking.

"If you're really free, hang this yellow star on the top of the tree, and I promise I won't touch it," Riddle said.

I threw the letter into the fireplace and looked at Riddle excitedly: "You promise not to move it."

"of course."