HP Tom Riddle

I trembled, I really didn't want Senior Les Lantage's teachings at all.However, this is what Senior Sister Black wants to come. No matter how much I don’t want it in my heart, there is no second option to choose.

After a terrible lunch, Senior Sister Blake took me to the front of several senior senior sisters.

"Are you going to go outside again?" Senior Sister Black stepped forward and asked.

"Well, it's not easy to meet a good weather." A senior with brown curly hair replied.

"I hope I won't meet Gryffindor." Senior Black frowned, obviously another typical Slytherin who hated Gryffindor. "That would be better than being in the lounge."

"Don't worry, we're looking for a relatively secret place this time, and those stubborn Gryffindors won't be able to find it there." The brown curly-haired senior sister reassured, "You brought someone here to help Is it?" She glanced at me and asked Senior Black.

"Yes. I'm fed up with this guy." Senior Black complained, "It's like entering the life of a middle-aged woman in advance."

"Isn't that good?" the curly brown-haired senior joked, "Let you accumulate some experience."

"So, I won't monopolize such a good thing alone."

The senior sister didn't hold back, her face changed: ""It's easy to say, easy to say. "

I kept my face blank and watched Senior Black pull another person.

"Come here and set up the venue with us." The brown-haired senior sister immediately added, "I'm in charge of the food—" She frowned indistinctly, "Let's go, I've got the order from last time , do you have any taboos?"

"I didn't." I said quickly.

Senior Sister Blake slapped me immediately: "I didn't ask you."

I looked at her with a bitter face, but senior sister Blake didn't stop, and the corner of her mouth moved: "Don't be stupid."

The curly brown-haired senior laughed unceremoniously.

"Lovely," she commented. "You're so incomprehensible, Lucretia."

"Shut up." Senior Black, "show me the list."

The senior sister gave her the list in her hand: "I added a few new dishes, and you can check if there are any problems by the way."

"Remove the fried fish." Sister Blake browsed halfway through, and suggested, "Also, you can ask Higgins for some drinks, his collection is still good."

"Will that cheapskate take it out?"

"If he had been bold, I wouldn't have said that." Senior Sister Black said with a slight disdain in her tone, "Pudin."

A house-elf of some age stood up in front of us with a "poof" and said, "Dear Miss Black, pudding is here to serve you."

I looked at Senior Black with some curiosity. Professor Dumbledore also warned me not to tell about Kiki. Hogwarts does not allow house elves, but what is going on with Senior Black?

"Put down your stupid expression." Senior Black said in a bad tone, "The former headmaster's house elf, he is a Black."

I understood immediately, and immediately returned to the state that seemed to have been cast with an illusion spell.

"Prepare according to this list, and I will tell you where to send it." Senior Black gave Pudding the revised list.

The curly brown-haired senior gave two "tsk tsk" and said, "You should have been invited to do this a long time ago. We can see how they are busy." She laughed very happily.

It seems to me that every Slytherin has a bad taste.

"Slytherin afternoon tea without Gryffindors and mixed-races is pleasant to think about." Senior Sister Black suddenly sighed inexplicably.

The curly brown-haired senior didn't talk to her, but just smiled friendly.

The author has something to say: emmmmm, do you have the feeling that I am writing about how Riddle grew up to be a demon king...

Remember what I said about the setting that the heroine’s height doesn’t change? MYE Riddle is as tall as a fourth grader, and you need to have good arm strength for a kiss—hold her up and kiss against the wall.

└(^o^)┘, no, I’m crying out of my own brain.