HP Tom Riddle

The consequence of running out on impulse is that I got lost.

I clutched the wand in my sleeve tightly and looked at the strange and frightening Muggle streets 300 years later.

Everything made me so overwhelmed, I couldn't help but think about Riddle who might be sitting on the bed with a troubled face right now.

He wants to hold everything in his hands so much, think about it, think about it, he has discovered my secret a long time ago, but has kept it secret, waiting for this opportunity-I am so sure that he must be waiting A chance to spill all I know.

He can put on an innocent face for this, and not show his fangs at you until he feels sure of himself.

I want to be thankful that this poisonous snake hasn't grown up yet, and I'm glad that he was caught off guard by me today.

but……

Riddle was the first wizard I met.

It's hard for me to forget him completely.We actually have similar backgrounds.

I haven't seen my parents since I can remember. I grew up with those dead Shafiks and a dozen house-elves hanging on the wall.

What about Riddle?He hadn't met his parents either.He was born at the gate of the orphanage, and he worked harder than me. Mrs. Cole, what a shrewd and mean Muggle, is his headmaster, the person in charge of him.

But my portrait and my house-elf, they've been doting on me, and I've got what I want—

Maybe, I shouldn't be running out like a spoiled kid just because Riddle wouldn't let me buy more, because of his desire to control, because of my sudden assumption...

However, Riddle is indeed not like a good person, and he has never concealed his bad thoughts, just like the strength he showed just now, can I bear him?Can I continue to pretend to know nothing, the ignorant little witch who has traveled through time and space for 300 years, the little witch who has nothing, and continue to stay by his side with the cheek?After--after discovering Diagon Alley, after I have a way out, after I am no longer ignorant--I will definitely not stay, yes, what else is there to worry about?I will definitely leave.

I unconsciously raised my wand and waved it at the deserted street.

No matter how long it takes, maybe I can hold back this time, but one day I will want to run away.

I stomped hard.

Riddle is a big bad guy, when he grabbed my sore foot, he stopped respecting me, he thought he could control me, which is impossible!

"D--D--" The sound came from a distance, and before I had time to make a judgment, two strong lights came straight at my eyes, and I immediately stretched out my hand to cover the eyes that were stung by the strong light, "Knight The bus is dedicated to helping wizards and witches in trouble, where do you want to go, miss?"

"Broken Bar." I replied without thinking.

"Eleven silver Sickles, and if you add four Sickles we'll deliver a toothbrush or a chocolate frog."

"Thanks." I counted eleven Sickles to him, "but I don't want anything."

"Okay, please find a seat as soon as possible, it will be a little rushed when driving."

I found a bed that wasn't too messy and lay down, and the car started. It wasn't rushing, but driving on a rampage. It made me want to throw up, and I was still lying on the bed!The conductor was still standing.

Not long after, the broken bar arrived.I quickly got out of this car that was driving like crazy again, and pushed open the closed door of the broken-down bar.

Even at night, the broken bar seems to be full of people.Alcoholic wizards gathered together to praise each other, poor and poor wizards huddled in a small corner and sipped ice wine... There were also people who came to stay and asked the bartender I met during the day to ask about the room.

I stood at the door and watched silently. The young bartender, who was also named Tom—I was so angry at the thought of Riddle—passed through the crowd and walked up to me, asking in a friendly way: "Miss who came here during the day, do you need Tom?" Do something for you?"

"I want a better room to sleep in."

"Seven silver Sickles," continued Tom cheerfully, "and if you add a Sickle, I'll put your bathwater in."

"I'll give you ten, can you tell me how to buy a house?"

"Give me an extra Galleon, and I'll help you with all the formalities."

"make a deal."

"The room number is 226, sweet dream, miss."

Tom stuffed me with a key made of bronze, and immediately turned sideways and asked a wizard holding a cup: "What do you need?"

"One more firewhiskey."

"Ok."

………………

"Your clothes, miss." I reached out and hugged the big bag.

"There are two more, ma'am." The waitress' voice came from behind.

"No," I said immediately, "someone will come for it. I have to go."

I put the clothes in the rented room of the rundown bar, took a shower and changed immediately.I gathered those deformed clothes into a pile and threw them into the trash can.

Tom told me that a wizard in High Cone Valley (also known as Godric's Hollow) is selling their house. I can go and have a look. If I am not satisfied, there is also an open space for the Ministry of Magic to build a house by myself.

I chose the latter.

But Tom said: "The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of vampires, and I would suggest you not to waste your Galleons."

"So, when are you going to see the house?"

"Anytime, whenever you want."

So, this afternoon, Tom took me to apparate to the High Cone Valley. The owner of the house is an old wizard with a lot of fun in life, so it can barely meet my appetite.

I told Tom, let it be.

The old wizard saw that I was a person who didn't care about the price, so he asked for 500 Galleons.

Tom was patient and used all kinds of methods before letting me buy the house with 396 Galleons.

But I didn't immediately move into the house I just bought.On the one hand, thanks to Tom, on the other hand, I haven't played enough in Diagon Alley yet.

"So, where can I buy house-elves?" I asked eagerly. I was fed up with dry bread, and only a house-elf who was a good cook could solve my fear of my previous life dominated by bread.

"Let's think about it—I'm afraid that only the Ministry of Magic buys some house-elfs who have been abandoned by their masters."

"I don't mind."

"I'll help you pick one."

"Let me add it up to ten Galleons, please," I said with a smile. "You've done me a great favor."

"It's an honor, ma'am."