HP Tom Riddle

Riddle looked at me suddenly, with a little fanaticism: "So I'm half-blood, right?"

"You also believe in blood theory?" I asked him instead.

"No, I mean people are curious, aren't they? Who are their relatives?" Riddle said with a smile, "I want to see if my blood can open it."

"Okay." I was a little annoyed that Riddle didn't believe me, "The fit is very high."

"I want to try it."

I raised my eyebrows: "Whatever you want."

He drew some blood with a cutting spell, squeezed it all onto the badge as I instructed, and the book was just as I thought it would be—it didn't look like it had changed, but in fact, it was already open.I looked at Riddle's look of swearing not to let go, and silently turned my head to the side: "Do you want to read this book first?"

"Obviously?" he asked mockingly.

"Just pretend."

It's all a trick!Riddle probably thought about it when he said he wanted to use his own blood for the experiment. I won't reject his idea of ​​seeing it first. It's only because the ancestor didn't know why Shafik would use the blood of other families to open it. password.

I can only swallow this sad loss, Riddle is really getting stronger-I really hope his strength won't be used on me.

In the evening, I purposely stayed up late in the lounge, and when almost everyone had gone back to rest and only Riddle and I were left, I put a disillusionment spell on myself and followed him to the men's dormitory.

Riddle's bedroom still retains the traces of my last arrangement, except for the draft paper on the desk that spread to most of the bedroom, it is exactly the same as the result of my last arrangement.

I wrinkled my nose: "You are so sloppy."

My answer was that Riddle swung his wand at what I thought was a pile of trash, magically clearing a clearing.

Riddle: "I didn't have time to clean it up." He explained rather perfunctorily, and pulled out a wooden box under the bed, "It's all packed in here. I wondered if someone had tampered with it, but there was no magic left on it." trace."

"That doesn't explain anything." I expressed disgust at Riddle's words, "You know too little."

"So I put it away."

I'm going to pick up a broken piece of my hand: "Are you learning how to speak from me?"

"I will learn everything that is useful."

"..." I glared at him, "Don't bother me now."

"You are learning from me now."

"Please continue your research, I will also carry out mine." I thought for a while, "Can you lend me your bed?"

"What are you going to use it for?"

"Yes or no, thank you."

"Ok."

I smirked and threw myself onto Riddle's bed with the wooden box in my arms. As expected, he stretched out a beautiful little face, which was very scary.

But I am very brave today.

Not caring about his long black face, he fished out all the pieces and put them on the bed one by one and put them together slowly. Before they were put together, there was a knock on Riddle's door.

I immediately looked up at Riddle who was sitting in a pile of straw paper, and found that he didn't frown or make any other small movements. He just finished writing the last stroke as motionless as a mountain, and then slowly stood up.

"You want to open the door?"

I am very uncomfortable.

"Yeah." He raised his wand and lowered the bed curtain, adding a Silencing Charm.