HP Tom Riddle

Until evening, Riddle opened the door and walked in with a gloomy expression.During the time he was away, I converted one-fifth of the space back to its original size for emergencies, leaving Riddle's part untouched, waiting for him to do it himself.

"Try this wand." I ignored the crumpled clothes on his body, and pushed out the white wand with an unknown core, "Wave it casually."

Riddle took the wand without saying a word, and handed me a large piece of dry bread. I changed a plate to catch it and put it aside, watching him wave it lightly, and then looked surprised.

"I think he likes me," Riddle said happily.

"That's nice." I replied dryly.I really didn't expect this to be the case, and this wand I dug out of the basement storage room would fit him so well.

"Do you know Diagon Alley?" I asked with an attitude of giving it a try.

"Diagon Alley? What's that?"

"Well, I know. Diagon Alley is a street that sells all kinds of wizard's supplies." I continued, "There is also a dump alley, which sells all kinds of things that cannot be bought in Diagon Alley. fun stuff."

"What are you going to buy in Diagon Alley?"

I honestly said, "Clothes, look, I didn't bring any change."

Riddle couldn't speak, he sighed dejectedly: "I'm sorry I can't help you on this point."

"I didn't expect you to have girls' clothes, even—" I compared the heights of the two of us, we were about the same height, and I was a little taller, "We are about the same height."

Riddle blushed at my joke.I smiled playfully and motioned for him to follow me through his bunk: "It's fake."

It is said that this method is also used for the entrance of Diagon Alley in the Muggle world. Of course, the one I made can only deceive the eyes of Muggles.

"I'll teach you some simple transfiguration techniques. As for whether you can reach my height, it depends on your own good fortune."

Riddell was a good student, in other words, a genius.I've never seen a wizard (and certainly I don't think there will ever be) have such a strong comprehension ability, as if he was born to use magic.

I kind of believe Riddle's words, maybe, his father has such an outstanding talent, and then passed it on to him.

In a few days, Riddle could freely decorate his own space in a decent manner.He had to go downstairs to eat and work with the other orphans during the day, sometimes he came back in the evening, sometimes it was dark, but every day, he would bring me a large dry piece of bread, which I needed to dip It can barely be swallowed with water.

I realized that this might be the best food available here, so I swallowed all the whining that came to my throat.Conscientiously and without hesitation, teach Riddle about the magic world.

In the middle of the night, I sat in his space and took two naps before he came back.

Being hungry wasn't the most important thing. What I was afraid of was what happened to Riddle and he didn't come back so late.

Was it bullied?However, thinking of those Muggle children who were afraid of him and were dying to live, Riddle should be the only one to bully them, right?

I walked back and forth anxiously, and finally couldn't resist picking up the wand and casting a tracing spell, and the golden lines flew out of the door.

I trotted down the narrow wooden spiral staircase following these thin lines, through the gloomy and gray narrow corridor, and stopped in front of an iron door with a small movable opening: "Riddle? Are you inside?"

"Why are you running down!" Riddle said pretending to be fierce. I suspect that he has been hungry for a day, because his voice sounds very weak, so it is not fierce at all.

"You didn't go back to your room, it's very late now." I pointed my wand at the keyhole with both hands, "Alahoo is open." The door popped open with a "snap", and it was very dark inside, and I didn't quite get used to it for a while.

"Riddle? I can't see where you are," I whispered. "Lumos."

The small ball of light emerging from the tip of the wand made it easy for me to find Riddle, who was sitting against the wall, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Turn off the light."

"Okay." I put out the light and added "quietly", "Why are you here?"

"Billy's rabbit was hanged this morning. Mrs. Cole thinks I did it because I'm a wizard." Riddle said angrily. Holding his rabbits like a little girl every day - I don't have time to tease them now! But Mrs. Cole, a stupid Muggle, she always lives in her own perception." Riddle The tone was a bit vicious, "She closed my confinement without asking, yes, this is where the children of the orphanage who made a mistake stay, no food, no water-you can't leave until you realize the mistake. "He shut his mouth tightly, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Listening to my breathing, I decided to comfort a wizard for the first time: "You are a wizard, Riddle. Don't worry about Muggles, you can leave this ghost place and go to Hogwarts when you are 11 years old." , where the little wizards from all over the British Isles gather. Of course, there are not many wizarding families like my family who refuse to go to Hogwarts. According to the portrait, some people in our family went to Hogwarts to study at first, but when Salazar After Slytherin left, we stopped going to Hogwarts." I tried to recall the words of the portrait, "There are some kind of wizards who obey the church, and it happened several times when Salazar was still in school. The tragedy of the mutiny of the bloody students. Salazar is a powerful, charismatic dark wizard--I think he is a good wizard. Together with his friends, he protected many people in that turbulent era. An incompetent wizard—his departure made our family no longer trust Hogwarts, and we have only been taught at home since then."

"Can you tell me about Hogwarts?" Riddle asked.

I touched my wand: "I don't know much. Hogwarts has four houses named after the four founders, namely Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Raven Crowe. Every house has its own admission criteria, and if you're a half-breed, I think you must be a Slytherin."

"I think I should be a half-breed. If my mother had been a witch, she wouldn't have collapsed at the door of a Muggle orphanage on a winter night, giving birth to me and dying."

I didn't answer immediately. When Riddle talked about this period, his voice was flat and emotionless. I thought I might have hit his sore spot: "How long are you going to stay here?"

"Three days." Riddle said indifferently, "You may have to find food yourself these days."

"Do you need me to help you with something?"

"No, you just have to take care of yourself."

"Okay." I was about to go to the kitchen, "My name is Elena Shafik, what about you?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle."