HP Tom Riddle

Kiki led me to apparate to platform nine and a quarter, and as soon as I stood firm, I saw Riddle, with long-lost curly hair, sitting on a bench waiting for me.

He seems to have grown taller again, and I have to admit that I'm a bit jealous of his height, because my height is like drinking a mutating potion, and it hasn't changed at all, how tall I was four years ago is still how tall I am now.

"Hey, Elena." Riddle seemed to cast a marking spell on me. I just took a step forward before he turned his head and said to me, "Let's go."

"Ok." I said.

Kiki was floating behind me with her luggage invisible.Riddle chose a four-person cabin at the end of the train, which was very secluded.

As soon as I sat down, I couldn't wait to say: "I went to Germany, France, and the forests of Romania. I saw a lot of magical animals. I don't know where Senior Newt is now. I really want to meet him. We are planning to go to America, but Senior Black said that America is very chaotic, and the relationship between wizards and Muggles there is very rigid. By the way, America calls Muggles No-Majs, which is really a strange name."

"Is that so?" Riddle said, "I've read all the books on your shelf, and I saw that you also have a lot of books written by Muggles."

"Yes, you know? When I saw these books for the first time, I couldn't believe it was written by a Muggle." I said excitedly, "I always thought that Muggles are a bunch of annoying people, They persecute wizards, but, like wizards, there are good wizards and bad wizards, and there are Muggles, too, but most of the Muggles we see are just too nasty."

Riddle looked at me incredulously: "However, to be honest, are the weapons of Muggles really that powerful?"

"Muggles' weapons... Muggles say that their current weapons have entered the era of thermal weapons, and those weapons look quite powerful." I thought for a while and said, "When we were in Germany, we saw a A Muggle cannibalism. A lot of Muggles in military uniform surrounded a lame old Muggle, they questioned the old Muggle, and then suddenly shot the old Muggle with a gun. "I said with a little bit of fear, "If Senior Black hadn't taken us away through apparation immediately, we might have faced a group of Muggles with guns."

"Are you trying to save the old Muggle?" Riddle asked.

"I thought about it, but..."

"But Senior Black took you away, right?"

"Yes." I said.

"That's a Muggle, Elena. You like Muggles now, don't you?"

"It's not a matter of liking it or not, Riddle, Muggles have life too, I just don't want to see a life disappear before my eyes."

"Okay." Riddle said, "You are too kind, Elena, let the Muggles settle their disputes by themselves, you are not their God."

"I'm really not their God, it's just..."

"Um—are you hungry now?" Riddle asked.

"Yes, I still have Kiki's lunch here, would you like some?"

"Okay, Qiqi's craftsmanship is really good."

I think, the best way to make Riddle and I get along more happily: neither of us should forcefully want each other to agree with our own ideas, and it might be better to accept the existence of different ideas.

I put Kiki's lunch on the table, and Riddle and I started eating lunch before the train left.

"By the way, do you remember this time last year?" I said, "I remember Senior Weasley knocking on the door and telling us that the sorting method at Hogwarts is chosen by trolls."

Riddle stiffly picked up a sandwich: "Gryffindor."

"I want to leave a door for freshmen to come in and tell him that we use slugs as the sorting standard this year."

"I don't think anyone would want to come in and sit in this box." Riddle said as he glanced outside the door, there was a new face who was about to knock on the door and ask.