HP Tom Riddle

I couldn't help but start to despise my own thoughts and actions. When did I start to take care of Riddle's thoughts in everything?

But I didn't have time to linger here for a long time. Senior sister Black put down the knife and fork, and she took it for granted that my meal should also be over.

"Show off your aura as a Shafik." Senior Black frowned and warned, "Don't be led by the nose by a half-blood, we won't tolerate your behavior for too long, you know?"

"Thank you." I didn't know what to say at all, so I just replied dryly, "I see."

"I hope you can do well." She snorted coldly, but didn't care about anything more, "Let's go back to the dormitory."

I looked at her suspiciously.

"Didn't you say you haven't done your History of Magic homework yet?"

"Yes."

"Go back and take it with you."

I suddenly felt that Senior Black might be taking me to do my homework, but——I wish I could take back what I said last night. I can still move.

Sister Blake took me to an activity room on the third floor, which Les Lantage applied to Principal Dippet for second-grade activities.

I felt very awkward standing behind Senior Sister Black with three pieces of parchment in my arms. I was the only first-year student among a group of second-year students. Sucks.

I didn't even quite get the faces and names of my classmates in my grade!

"Come here, don't be stupid." Senior Black looked at me with disgust.

I walked over slowly, and Les Lantage was just across from the table that Senior Black asked me to sit at. To be honest, I was a little scared of him, especially those cold eyes with a hint of gray in the blue.

However, rather than making Black-senpai angry, I think it's better to endure it. Anyway, when I bow my head to write a thesis, it is always impossible to meet those eyes.

"Reference books can be found on the shelf over there, and general books can be found on it." Sister Black also put out her own homework. After she explained this, I immediately went to the shelf to look for books , "If you have any doubts, you can ask me... or Les Lantage, but if there is nothing wrong, don't make too much noise."

I nodded extremely stiffly. To be honest, in such a quiet environment, I wish I could walk without making any noise—it would be more comfortable to go to the library with Riddle!

With my dawdling, it was almost time for dinner when I finished my thesis on History of Magic.

Senior Les Lantage began to take the lead in packing things, I happily rolled up the paper I had written, probably because my expression was too obvious, Senior Black knocked my head with a wand.

"I didn't make a lot of noise!"

"Your expression is too stupid." She said without emotion, which entertained Senior Les Lantage who had just packed up.

"That's cute." He squinted and smiled.

"You wouldn't feel that way if you were this guy's babysitter."

"Ha, actually, you don't have to listen to Pruvitt (female prefect) like that." Senior Les Lantage said with deep meaning.

"Stop hinting at me." Senior Sister Black looked quite arrogant when she said this, "You and Malfoy are two rotten people."

"I see, what you said is right, neither I nor Abraxas are good people, but your Ignatius* is the good one."

"I think you really want to see my wand." Senior Black threatened casually.

"No, no, no, I should hurry up and go to eat now." Senior Les Lantage said in a playful manner, and I was surprised to see his face-changing skills, "Right, Elena." He pretended to be intimate look at me.

"Uh..." I received it bravely, "I'm a little hungry."

Senior Black slapped my head again, and said bitterly, "Can you store anything else in your head?"

The author has something to say: 1. Ignatius Pruvitt: Lucretia Blake's future husband.

ps: I will go back and look back and feel that my setting is obviously suitable for the difference between the original book and the movie-I don't want to worry about it now, it is obviously a bad idea to go back and fix it, just make a mistake-I have given up on treatment.