HP Tom Riddle

But it's tiring to climb into the power circle of Slytherin, even if my family is passable, but the power circle of Slytherin is not a circle of fools who only look at your family's power.The first requirement of this circle is that you be a pure blood, but Slytherin is a place that has no shortage of pure blood, even now that the pure blood is withering and the sun is dying, it has no shortage of people.A good family just gives you a higher starting point, this circle does not accept idiots, even the surname Slytherin.

I rubbed my nose and decided to muddle along. It's still very early, I'm only in the first grade—although my actual age seems to be a few circles older than many people here, but my heart is older than theirs. At least ten circles are missing.

Now that I think about it, my height is quite good now, and no one will have the opportunity to doubt my age and laugh at me.

But the Shafiq family has never been so short, I really don't know what went wrong.I don't want to, the height thing hurts my heart, Riddle is also a narrow-minded bastard, he will brag in front of me every opportunity, if I am not too lazy to beat him, that pretty smiling face will definitely become not pretty at all.He is really beautiful, I am generous enough to let him a few times.

After Zabini expressed his willingness to join my small team, he stopped looking for senior girls, and kept pace with Riddle and me whenever he had time.My library is difficult to move, and finally I have another companion, and Zabini can't stand Riddle's behavior of eating books as food. We admire Riddle for being able to do this, but we really can't do it like this.

I do like books too, but not to the extent that Riddle uses them as a second life. Depriving him of books is equivalent to depriving him of a part of his body.Somehow, I feel that Riddle has a morbid love for books. I can't tell what kind of feeling it is. He doesn't love the books themselves, but the power obtained from them.

He loves power, everything that can make him strong, and it hasn't changed since I first met him.

Zabini took a book from the bookshelf at the back, sat down next to me, and pushed a piece of parchment with writing on it in front of me.In front of Riddle, especially in the library, Zabini was like that when he wanted to talk to me.

I picked up the parchment, and Zabini wrote it in quite cursive script. If I hadn’t had a grandfather who wrote in cursive script, I really couldn’t understand what he wrote: Want to go to a Quidditch match?

I picked up a pen and wrote: Is there a game?

He said: Higgins and Weasley are fighting.

I kind of wanted to take a look. I looked up at Riddle, who seemed to be completely ignorant of Zabini and I’s little private actions, and was still buried in the book.

I said: Are they playing a game now?

Zabini said: Yes.

I said: Can we catch up now?

Zabini said: Of course.

I said: Let's go then.

Riddle would certainly not bother with such a savage and uninteresting activity, but I enjoyed it a lot.Still, I spoke to Zabini before we went over, and he beckoned us two restless old disturbers of his tranquility away with no interest.

Zabini is also a good leader, and he knows more trails than Riddle's mediocre one.I followed him and left the castle in a short while.

"Huh, isn't it uncomfortable for you to stay in the castle all day?" Zabini left Riddle's sight and immediately returned to his original appearance, "Those books won't run away by themselves."

I thought about it but still didn't say that I didn't really want to stay in the library: "It's not as fun outside as in the library. You always fight with Gryffindor with wands, it's boring."

"That's because Flint can't get used to Gryffindor." Zabini said this with a helpless face, "Our academy team is at a time when we are in a bad state, and that Weasley still has a few years left. Only third grade, and our Golden Seeker graduated last year."

"That's it."

"And," Zabini continued, "even if our Golden Seeker is still there, it's no match for Weasley."

"Then what's the point of fighting Gryffindor like this?" I think they are really looking for trouble for nothing.

Zabini made a gesture of spreading his hands: "Probably I can vent my unhappiness."

I think Zabini spoke the truth.

A lot of people gathered on the Quidditch pitch, I looked up halfway, and saw the Weasley I met on the train, sitting on an old broom with thin hair, his fiery red hair was blown by the wind. side.

"Are you going to catch the Snitch first?" I couldn't see his expression clearly, but just hearing this, I felt that the Slytherin house team wanted to fly forward and beat him up immediately.

"You're not too proud, Quidditch is not a Seeker's personal show." Senior Higgins replied with a bit of gritted teeth.

"That's all right, Captain." Weasley said in a strange voice, and bursts of laughter came from Gryffindor immediately.

The author has something to say: the computer is here, but I don’t have internet, so I can only turn on the hotspot on my mobile phone.Hey, I'm almost done, which means there should be more than one update a week.