HP Tom Riddle

Soon, I put Riddle's distinction-this unsolvable problem aside.

Thinking about this is better than thinking about what to do on Thursday, the troll grade in flying class, as a Slytherin, more importantly, as a Shafik, how can such a mindless creature like a troll appear in my grade list!

Riddle was so annoyed by my worries, he even thought of how to help me cheat in desperation.

"I can take you to fly together." Riddle said a little grumpily, "Anyway, now, copy your paper quietly."

"I'm not copying papers, this is..." I immediately covered my mouth, almost wanting to say that this is a stupid thing for Gryffindors, Flint is terrible, "Okay, I will try my best."

Riddle raised an eyebrow.

I knew it was a sign of his disbelief, and I was too lazy to explain.If Riddle doesn't believe what you say, explanations are of no use, the only way for him to see you do what you say.

It's a hell of a hassle.

I threw down the quill irritably, and when I looked up, I saw Riddle staring at me with that disgusted expression that was half a smile.

"You don't read your book anymore?" I slipped out my wand and smoothed my hair which wasn't messy at all. "I don't think there's any problem now."

Thursday came sooner than I thought it would, and it wasn't until I was standing between Flint and Riddle that I realized that the second flying lesson of my life was about to begin.

Professor Rice held his new broom and stood between the two incompatible colleges: "Let us welcome the return of Miss Shafik together."

I was very embarrassed to watch everyone applaud.

"Don't worry, Shafiq. I'll give you an O as long as you can ride a broomstick four feet above the ground," Professor Rice said thoughtfully to me.

"Thank you, Professor," I replied dryly.

Four feet above the ground.

I don't think it's necessary to look at other people's reactions. I myself find it very ridiculous. Of course, if the protagonist is not me, I would probably have already started to laugh unceremoniously.

But the jeers I expected didn't come.

I slowly turned my head to look at Riddle and Flint, who was grinning ferociously at a blushing Gryffindor.

Feeling my gaze, he quickly withdrew all his expressions and said to me: "No one can laugh at a Slytherin, especially a stupid Gryffindor." He said this with his usual mocking tone , "I specially prepared a silver arrow for you. Although the silver arrow is not as fast as sweeping, its excellent flexibility is unmatched by any existing broom."

I didn't react to Flint's defensive behavior all at once, so I could only quietly show a universal smile to Flint. In fact, what stayed in my mind was the scene of him mocking Riddle last time.

"Your skills are very flexible." Flint seemed to have thought of something, his expression was very excited, "It is very suitable to be a seeker, in fact, I think Higgins's skills are really bad, if it is not for the current four If the Seekers in this academy are not very good, I will definitely—”

"I'll start first." Brian interrupted Flint, who was crazy when he encountered Quidditch, and rode on the broom as if to fly.

"No," said Flint loudly, and with a slightly rude movement he mounted the broom quickly and flew away with a whoosh.

"Good luck, Shafiq." Brian smiled, same as Flint - but a little more gracefully controlling the broom to chase the big man who was so nimble on the broom.Flint was really big, bigger than many sophomores.

"Don't worry." Riddle yelled "up", letting Sweep lying on the ground fly into his palm strangely: "I will definitely catch you."

I shook my head, and in this situation where both of them were concerned about whether I could face the high-altitude shadows, I suddenly didn't worry about encountering any unexpected situations at all.

Timidity is not a Shafik, and bravery is not a Gryffindor.I was going to startle Riddle.

When he didn't react at all, I called up the broom and rushed straight into the sky - I was almost successful, but I was riding a silver arrow, a flying broom known as an old lady, maybe a child's broom is better than It's faster, and the first person who compared it to a granny was so accurate!

It's buffered even the last day, giving Riddle a good reaction time.

Riddle held back his laughter and flew to the same height as me.

"Sometimes we have to think about what we have, don't we?"

Apart from scolding him a few words from the bottom of my heart, I don't know what to reply.

"You don't have to worry about the troll grade on your report card now."

"so what?"

"Be quiet."

"Oh, did it disturb your thinking? I will try not to hang out in front of your eyes from now on." I was a little angry, every time I was interrupted by him in a daze, I didn't say anything!

"No." Riddle began to explain dryly, "I just hope you stop poking the parchment with your wand and pulling out quills and stuff..."

"It's impossible." I replied bluntly, "That's one of my few hobbies."

"I'll provide you with all the papers."

"Ah." I thought for a while, "It's not impossible to change it." I showed a smirk that he was very familiar with, "You know, I'm so annoyed because I have to write a thesis."