HP Tom Riddle

Riddle was so choked by me that he couldn't speak.

Of course, I think it is more likely that he deliberately made me happy.As far as I know about Riddle, so far no one has really been able to get some cheap money out of his hands when he doesn't want to—the results of those people are either a loss for both sides, or they are extremely miserable by Riddle .

I rested my chin and glanced at Riddle.

"Broom in both hands," he cried nervously. "Well, how about we go down? It's kind of stupid to fly like that."

"Oh, four feet in the air." I couldn't help but sneer, "I'm actually not that vulnerable, and I'm not a small porcelain vase."

"You look like a little porcelain vase to me," Riddle said. "Are you going to the library later?"

"Come on, will you go to the library one day?" I wrinkled my nose* and snorted, "But, did you think of something when you suddenly mentioned the library?"

"I'll tell you when I get down." Riddle pulled the corner of his mouth and made a smirk.

I glared at him angrily, should I be so narrow-minded?

I just smiled at him like this, and he returned it.

"You won." I pressed down the silver arrow and landed on the lawn. It was really stable and nothing to say. Of course, if it is slow to become so stable, then it should really be eliminated. "Can you tell me now?"

"Remember our Christmas charm?"

"what happened?"

"I accidentally found a book, you will be interested." Riddle said firmly.

"Oh, I'm not interested."

Seeing Riddle look like this again, I don't want to make him happy, hehe, although I'd like to know what books he thinks I'll be interested in.

"It's a pity that the book can't be brought out, it can't even be five meters away from the bookshelf." Riddle pretended not to hear what I said, "I saw your family emblem on it."

"What?" I couldn't hold back, "It's impossible."

"You should believe me." Riddle looked at me blankly, I trembled in fear, and then calmed down.

"I know, I have always believed in you." My eyes drifted aside, "But... well, let's go and have a look after class."

"You don't need to wait until get out of class is over, we can go now." Riddle glanced at me and motioned for me to follow him, "Professor Rice has no objection to our class being dismissed early after we finish our homework."

I looked at Riddle strangely. Flying at four feet seemed to be my homework: "There are not many people like us who will miss flying lessons and go to the library."

Riddle said nonchalantly: "I won't do stupid things like wasting time on this."

I didn't answer, Riddle said, like I was one of those idiots who waste time every day.

"Professor Rice's new rules, let's return the broom first." Riddle pulled me away, "Actually, there is still a little trouble, but you don't have to worry about it. The whole Hogwarts is just a handful of silver." Arrow, you don't have to bother to memorize the tail number of the sweep in your hand like us."

"I don't think it's a good thing at all." I'm angry at the silver arrow's speed.

"I won't let you ride a sweeper." Riddle was a little ahead of me. I can only see the back of his head at the moment, but I don't need to think about how much the expression on his face makes me want to give him a ride. Asuka with a wand, "Would you like to see the remains of the Meteor that tormented you?"

When he said that, I thought of the broom that was particularly inflexible when turning.

"Is it still there?" My curiosity was aroused by him again, "Where is it now?"

"I hope you remember we're going to the library first."

"Hmm..." I broke off Riddle and grabbed my hand, and gave him the unique silver arrow, "Help me put the broom and go to the library."

"It's in my dormitory." Riddle sighed while holding two brooms, "You can come and see it if you want."

"Tonight will be fine." I said happily, "Senior Black is going to sleep with her cousin today."

"...Yes." Riddle returned the broom, but agreed after walking for a long time.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" I said generously, "Another day is fine."

"No," said Riddle quickly. "There couldn't be a better time. She hardly sleeps overnight, does she?"

The author has something to say: 1. Wrinkled nose: God knows how much I want to write eye-rolling, but this is out of character, right?I'm just a little bugger.

2. Regardless of whether you are more realistic about some settings or descriptions, I want to say that the perspective of this article (Elena's perspective) is biased, and I will try my best to rationalize everything.Axi, but I still don't have enough writing skills now.

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I don’t remember the time once the wave is up, probably tonight or tomorrow night. 6.12