HP Tom Riddle

I think he's achieved his goal of being a nerdy overachiever Riddle.Every day, after entering Hogwarts, he either buried himself in the pile of books or sent himself into the pile of paper.

It can be seen that with only such a friend, my life at Hogwarts is definitely not very exciting.Because Riddle is a library whether it is for rest or entertainment, obviously, I can only follow the library.I have lived such a boring life for almost 17 years, and it is not unacceptable to have another seven years like this, but I hope to change.

Still, Riddle is definitely the one keeping me going the old way at the moment.

I'm definitely out of my mind to invite a Riddle to my house.If it weren't for Riddle, I would be sitting in my garden watching the little wizards of Highcone Valley having a snowball fight now, instead of sitting next to Riddle looking at the papers and wanting to cry.

How could there be someone like Riddle in the world?It's fine if he doesn't play by himself, so why should he take care of me.

I must have had my head blown by a hurricane to be so overwhelmed.Invite a Riddle who not only won't play with me, but won't let me play, come over as a guest.

After unwrapping all the Christmas presents and knowing that I hadn't even touched my holiday homework, Riddle put on a dark face and pressed me next to him to write the paper, and snatched it away when I was irritatedly poking a blank piece of parchment with my wand. took my wand.

"Can you write your paper quietly?"

"Unless you show me yours."

"Don't think about it, it's impossible."

"Humph."

"You can't rely on my thesis every time, don't make me put a silencing spell on you."

"Hey, can you stop being so rough every time?"

"Then, write your paper quietly. I'll check it in about two hours."

As soon as Riddle finished speaking, he immediately stuffed himself back into the world of paper and books. It's better not to provoke such a Riddle.

So I am still staring at the parchment in a daze.

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Riddle despaired of having me write my own papers, until we were seated in a box on the Hogwarts Express, and of the three holiday papers I had three left unfinished.

"I hope no professor will come to me because of plagiarism." In the end, Riddle reluctantly took out his thesis and gave it to me.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid yet."

With Riedel's paper as a model, I easily finished all my homework before I got out of the car.

"Almost Hogwarts." Riddle was still playing with my grandfather's wand.

"Yes." As I packed up my homework, I kept staring at the little curly hair on Riddle's forehead from time to time, "Uh, but you'd better get your hair done before you get out of the car."

"what happened?"

"Here—it's raised, although I like your careless look."

"Damn it!" Riddle raised his wand and straightened the disobedient hair.But what he didn't expect was that the wand in his hand was not so obedient.

The accident happened at this moment. I don't know what spell Riddle used. When using magic in front of me, Riddle never concealed it. That is to say, he almost didn't recite spells very much, and used them silently. magic.

So what I saw was Riddle raised his wand and waved it, and then a cloud of white smoke came out of my grandfather's wand, covering Del's hair, and when the smoke cleared, a man with Malfoy The Riddle of the hairstyle appeared, regardless of the hair color of the two of them.

I twitched and collapsed on the sofa laughing.

Knowing it was definitely his hair, Riddle continued to use my grandfather's wand, which was quite obedient this time, and made a mirror out of half a glass of water on the table: "Damn it."

"Hahaha."

"This is a problem with the wand." Riddle looked irritable and wanted to throw the wand, but in the end he was able to control his temper and put my grandfather's wand on the table. "It has been trying to disobey my orders."

"I told you, haha, acacia wands are very faithful."

"Then what's my wand made of?"

"I don't know." I breathed a sigh of relief, "The portraits always taught me not to let a third person know the material of your wand, because it is very dangerous to infer a wizard's character and shortcomings from a wand."

"But I think it should be yew, or some other white wood." I added.

"Okay." Riddle finished the topic, took out his wand, and prepared to save his hair.

But no matter what, his hair will never change from the original curly hair, but it is as smooth and shiny as Abraxas Malfoy's well-groomed hair. Fu's hair should be brighter.

But I like his little roll better.

"I'll figure out a way to change it back." Riddle had to temporarily refrain from doing his hair because the train had been stopped for a while.

I hastened to tuck my grandfather's wand back up my sleeve before Riddle suddenly remembered to blame it.

"I'm sure you'll find it soon."

He glanced at my wand sleeve, but said nothing.

Riddle accompanied me on foot back to Hogwarts as I did the last time, considering my two flights that ended in accidents.

Of course, I still yearn to fly in my heart, but I really can't bear that kind of accident again.

It's okay this time, I just slept for a few months, and I will go crazy if I have to go through another 300 years.

The author has something to say: the first update in May, rest assured that there will be more in the second in May. I finished it on draft paper, and I don't know when it will be typed.Silly Zuo is going to make waves. It's not easy to pretend to be true for half a day on Sunday.

ps: Typos and wrong sentences must be told to me, this time the big characters were not checked carefully.