HP Tom Riddle

I heard Riddle unscrew the door, and immediately someone said, "It's so hard to knock on your door."

"No one asked you to come," Riddle said, closing the door.

"Are you going to bed so early?"

Riddle seemed too lazy to answer the man's question: "Tell me, what can I do for you."

"The prefects are graduating this year."

"so?"

"I'm next year's prefect," the man added, "I need you."

"No, you don't need a first-year student. I can't do anything for you. If you came here just for this, I can only disappoint you." Riddle spoke quickly, "Senior Greengrass, good night."

"Tom Riddle, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I think, I know exactly what I'm talking about and what I'm going to do—the thing I want to do most now is to get a good sleep and prepare for tomorrow's good energy."

"You're going to regret it, do you know what you turned down?*"

"Thank you, every decision I make is thoughtful."

I held my breath, even though I couldn't really hear anything outside of this mess.

I don't know why Riddle let me stay here, but I know he must know that Senior Greengrass will come to him tonight.

"Bump—" Senior Greengrass slammed the door hard, and no one besides him could be so angry.

"Riddle," I said, watching him earnestly as he raised the curtain with his wand, "Riddle..."

"I know what you're trying to say, but I don't want to hear it. It's getting late, go back. I'll pack up the rest of the stuff—sorry, and you might have to come back next time to see if any of the wreckage has been found. I've been tampered with." He pulled me up involuntarily, "Good night, Elena."

I had no choice but to follow him and say, "Good night, Riddle."

"Good night."

The next morning's Charms class ended, and I couldn't help but ask, "Who is Greengrass?"

"The grade representative of the fourth grade."

"The one in the frivolous circle?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust, thinking about what happened on the first day of school, "I don't think he can please anyone—he will still be our prefect next year?"

"The prefects are all selected from the fifth grade, and he will be in the fifth grade next semester this year."

"This is really not good news." I couldn't help but feel chills when I thought that there would be a superficial leader in the future, "Is there no other candidate?"

"He is quite popular with the dean, and there is really no one better than him, in his grade."

"Then why is he looking for you?"

"I don't know either." Riddle smirked brightly at me, "It's useless to look for me."

"Stop laughing, you're pretending to be dead." I threw the textbook into his hands, "But he's stupid enough."

"That's right, his bloodline and position determine that it's useless no matter who he joins with."

"Bloodline?"

"His grandmother is a wizard of the Ma species, and the Greengrass family is a nouveau riche family with no background."

"What does this matter?" I looked at Riddle a little dumbfounded.

"He's three-quarter pure blood."

"Three-quarters pure blood?" I repeated slowly.

"Isn't that how your pure blood calculates?"

"Wait, when was this calculated?" I continued in amazement, "I don't remember ever doing this calculation."

"Didn't portraits teach you?"

"They only told me not to get close to Muggles, but I don't need to learn these things if there is no accident." I said proudly, "Normally, a Shafik will never have the experience of contacting Muggles in his life." .”

"Huh?" I looked at Riddle who suddenly stopped talking, "What's wrong."

"Do you hate that I'm a half-breed?"

"You're a wizard, why should I hate you?"

"are you serious?"

"If you ask me again, I seriously hate you."

The author has something to say: 1. Sorry, I changed it again, the original way of writing, I looked at it myself and felt that Greengrass seemed to be mentally retarded, and he was the cannon fodder in the starting point—hey, I was so scared that I changed it quickly, Greengrass Senior Si is not that retarded.