HP Tom Riddle

"You must know what was written in the letter." I picked up my wand, and once my overheated head cooled down, I understood why Riddle suddenly allowed me to intervene again. "It's not an easy thing to change your mind."

"I'm very pleased that you know me this way." Riddle replied, "A very simple inference. The letter comes from the Black family, and on this day, it can only be one thing, the invitation letter for the opening show of the Christmas social season."

"It can't be anything else?" I said bluntly, "What if it's Senior Black's condolences to me?"

"Look, what you call her shows that it's impossible."

"Damn it, if you were just a little more tactful."

I used the floating spell to float the yellow stars on the two dark green ribbons.

"No, take it easy, you'll—hang it crooked."

"If you can't control it all at once, emotions still have a great influence on magic."

"I should have let you stay and watch." Riddle said angrily.

"It's actually pretty good."

"And then my annual Christmas tree is supposed to have a crooked star?"

"It fits the temperament of both of us and is different."

"I just hope a third person doesn't come and see it."

"Hey, I won't invite anyone over but you, okay?"

"hope so."

The next day is the day of gift collection, thanks to Kiki, I have solved the Christmas gift list that I have a headache, otherwise I really don't know what to do, this Christmas will definitely become very bad.

I've been looking forward to what Riddle will give me after school.For the previous two years, four gold Galleons in the first year, and cookies he made himself in the second year, I honestly doubt that he had ever given anyone a Christmas present before, and of course, neither did I.

Oh wish it was history books this year, he knows I love this.

But when I went downstairs with Riddle and saw the huge pile of presents under the Christmas tree, I was a little silly: "Is it for you?"

"If you think it's normal for me to receive so many gifts in return when no one gives Christmas presents except you, yes, they are all mine." Riddle said angrily.

"You mean it was for me? It feels like it was sent to the wrong place."

"You can go and see, the owl can't go the wrong way."

"I hope it's not true." I trotted to the bottom of the Christmas tree, and found that the top one was a gift from Senior Sister Black, and it was magically made to float on the top forever, which was very similar to her strong character.

"It's Lucretia Black's style to put a charm on the gift box so it's always on top." Riddle walked up to me and glanced at the signature.

"Well, indeed." I tore off the card and read, "Hope you learn to make friends with the right people—what do you mean, paranoid Blake, do I have to take them into account when I make friends?"

"Maybe. Actually, you don't have to read it. I've already read it."

"It's not for you to read, come quickly and help unpack the gift box, this is really a huge project. If you come across something you like, just take it away, I guess—" I have already opened the gift of Senior Black , "Born Noble-Wizard Genealogy", a book promoting pure blood, which contains all the genealogy of pure blood wizard families so far, "Most things are useless to me, such as this, but I still put Put it on the bookshelf. Who knows if Senior Sister Black put some spell on it to check if I threw it away."

"Very likely." Riddle walked to me holding a gift box, "This is Flint's, I opened it?"

"Don't ask me, hurry up, there are still a lot of things that haven't been dismantled."

"Uh--I think you should need this, five bottles of height-enhancing potions."

"Shut up and take it."

"look by youself."

I looked at Riddle suspiciously: "You couldn't be the one who told Flint to send the height-enhancing potion."

"Do you think Flint would be the kind of man who would come and ask me what I got you for Christmas?"

"Then what's the matter with this gift that also contains the height-enhancing potion in my hand?"

"Maybe only Merlin will know."

"Hmph. If I find out it's you, I'll buy you a box of age-shrinking potions and let me see what Riddle looked like when he was a baby!"

"Don't think about it, I won't give you that chance." Riddle said confidently.I don't know where he got the confidence, I feel that I can't find his handle, who else knows about the height-enhancing potion besides him?

"Okay." I saw his gift, "Now you can tell me what's in it?" I pulled out his gift and opened it. "A piece of parchment?"

Probably seeing my unhappy face, Riddle said helplessly, "You should turn it over and take a look before drawing conclusions."

I turned the parchment over, and Riddle's gorgeous cursive script was printed on the paper like when he handed in his homework: "This is a spell, I haven't seen it yet--copied from which book ?”

Riddle raised his chin slightly proudly: "No, I created this myself." He explained happily, "A searching spell created based on the Alphard algorithm and the developing spell, theoretically Can search for anything, but so far I've only used it to find books."

"That's already an amazing invention. Have you thought about publishing this?" I looked at Riddle excitedly. "You will become a celebrity in the wizarding world."

"This is for the two of us." Riddle said clearly, "I just want to be an honor student right now."

The author has something to say: Can you forgive me for the low production at the end of April and May? The devil's exams have blown up my idiots, and my mind is full of test questions. I don't have time to miss my big Riddle.