HP Tom Riddle

The arrival of the new semester not only means that we have exams, but also means that we are leaving some freedom-the number of courses has increased, and each class has an extra lesson.

After handing out the new timetable, I sat back on the long table.Riddle sat diagonally across from me, and Flint was directly opposite me. He threw the new schedule to Brian next to me: "The only consolation is that there is an extra flight class." Then he turned his face to me , "Shafik, don't worry, the school is finally willing to get rid of that pile of broken brooms." He said happily, "My family donated a batch of brooms to the school, and those poor ghosts in Gryffindor probably haven't even left." I've seen something so nice."

"Flint." Brian looked at him slightly warningly.

"Oh, well, poor Gryffindor." Flint couldn't help but stab.

Brian sighed.

I continued to enjoy breakfast quietly and slowly until the prefect put down the knife and fork, which meant that all of us could finally finish our breakfast free movement.

As soon as I got away from the long table, I took the class schedule and complained to Riddle: "I can't find anyone to talk to in the first grade!"

Riddle glanced at me: "I think everyone would like to talk to you."

"That's not a concept at all!" I looked at the timetable, "There's an extra flight lesson! Too bad!"

"I can fly with you." Riddle answered so smoothly, I suspect he didn't even think about what he said.

"How can a broom carry two people? Especially when you are so much heavier than me."

"Yes, I am so much taller than you, and of course I am so much heavier."

"Riddle!" I yelled at him in a low voice, "Can you look a little farther away and talk about my height every day, aren't you tired?"

"That's fine," Riddle said, "but you really shouldn't be watering trees with those height-enhancing potions."

"I don't want to talk to you right now." I turned my head angrily.

"Listen to me, your height hasn't changed at all from September to January." Riddle is very sure, "According to what you said, there are no short people in Shafik—you should find out why Cause you not grow tall."

"Humph."

"You should turn your head back. We're going to the greenhouse for herb class now, and the stairs class is tomorrow."

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Herbalism class will be followed by Potions class, an arrangement that Riddle says will greatly reduce the number of Potions idiots.

But I doubt it.Because in general, Riddle's standard for an idiot is everyone but him, oh, and some of the professors.

Obviously, Riddle was just talking.I decided never to take his word for it on this point.

I gotta say, I'm used to him, especially since Hogwarts.

You have to trust me, don't be fooled by Riddle's appearance.He is really not a gentleman, but unfortunately no one has seen the scoundrel in Riddle's bones, he is at most half a gentleman.

There are real gentlemen in Slytherin, such as prefects and Marius Black.Compared with the two of them, Riddle is really far behind.

"What are you thinking again?" Riddle crumpled up his dried nettle papyrus and threw it right on my forehead.

"Oh! Why do you care about me when I'm in a daze!"

"I knew it just by looking at you, you must be scolding me for some reason in your heart!"

"Hmph!" I picked up the ball of paper, and Riddle immediately disappeared without a trace and hit me. He was not afraid of hitting me. I could only admire his accuracy when I was angry, but——I was not allowed to fight back , Riddle is really bad, "I'm going to praise you, you know?"

"Anyway, finish your homework first." He pretended to be unintentional and tapped a paper on potions that had already been written on the corner of the table.

He didn't have to write this at all, and Professor Slughorn waived his paper this time because Riddell once again cooked it brilliantly.That said, it was given to me by Riddle.

Why is he so kind?

"I forgive you." I took the paper and said to him.

Riddle just raised his eyebrows, indicating that he never offended me.

For the sake of the thesis, I graciously didn't care about anything with him.At least until I finish drawing on the thesis.

Uh...that's the benefit of having a genius best friend, I guess.Although, you know, Riddle's mouth is really annoying sometimes, but, at least in terms of study-it's great not to have to deal with those stupid papers.

Of course, it would be great if Riddle could be a little more gentleman. This kind of gentleman who faces the whole world, but friends who are rascals to you are really enough!