HP Tom Riddle

It didn't take me as long to see Riddle again. When I was squatting on the second floor of Lihen Bookstore, spreading out a copy of "History of Magic" and reading it with relish, Riddle stood in front of me at some point, quietly looking at me.

"Riddle?" I closed the book and said in a daze for a while, "Why did you come here?"

"I'm looking for something to do in Diagon Alley now. Sorry about that day, I haven't made friends and I can't talk." Riddle hid his face in the shadows.

"I'm a naive ghost." I said frankly, "Riddle, I didn't mean to blame you for that incident, and I don't know why I suddenly became so angry, talking like a fool."

"Then you forgive me?" Riddle asked me carefully but surely.

"Oh, you're as stupid as I am, so I don't blame you." I stood up and stuffed "A History of Magic" back on the shelf, "I invite you to drink a glass of honey water."

"Not now, I want to help the clerk count the Hogwarts textbooks together." Riddle said slipperyly, "How about later?"

"Up to you." I said.

Just uncovered?As I went downstairs, I asked myself, let’s do this, I have a house, I don’t need to rely on Riddle anymore, he has nothing to control me.

After moving into High Cone Hollow, my contact with Riddle was limited to my monthly visits to Diagon Alley.

He became more and more like a child raised by a wizard, no one could tell that he had lived in a Muggle orphanage, and the traces of Muggles had completely disappeared from his body.

On Christmas morning, I got a present from him: four galleons, and the clothes I bought him cost only three.

I fell in love with the history books of Muggles, and I often went to their libraries dressed as Muggles to secretly copy some books and bring them back-I don't have Muggle coins-this is wrong.

So, the gift I wrapped for Riddle last night was a history book on the history of the Muggle Wars.Also, the gift for Tom was some treats made by house-elves.

Time went to 1938, and I was horrified to find that my height had never changed, and there were no dwarfs in the Shafiq family!There must be something wrong!

On my next trip to the Lihen Bookstore, I gave up on my dear History of Magic books entirely.

When I ran into the potion book area to look for a potion book about growing taller, Riddle, who was tying up a new book at the side, greeted me and said, "Elena, what are you looking for? I know all the books in this area. very familiar."

"I have to find it myself." I turned my head away from Riddle who was half a head taller than me.

I don't want to be laughed at by him.

"I recently read a very interesting book, you will definitely like it, it's called "Many Wars in History--there have been signs since very early"" Riddle tempted.

I don't want to admit being seduced by him: "That was my taste last month."

Riddle seemed to see my bravado, and continued with a smug face, "I left a copy for you."

"Ah, I found it." I intentionally loudly showed the potion book I was looking for.

Riddle took a closer look, and suddenly said strangely: "Are you looking for a height-enhancing potion?"

"Shut up!" I yelled angrily.

He squinted and smiled: "I think your height is very good."

"Get lost!" I didn't say any more, I went to the counter to check out angrily, and the boss gave me a book that Riddle said: "Riddle gave it to you."

I didn't refuse, but I didn't get discouraged either.

Asshole Riddle.

That's what I thought as I returned to Highcone Valley with two books in my arms.

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What I didn't expect was that a Hogwarts owl would visit my windowsill.Shafik, it's been almost 1000 years since I went to Hogwarts.

I decided to write back to see what Hogwarts, praised by British wizards, looks like.

One morning in July, there was a knock on my door.

"Hi, I'm Albus Dumbledore, Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts."

I poked my head out and looked at the male wizard standing at the door calling himself Dumbledore.

He had a long beard and half-length hair, auburn hair, and piercing, radiant eyes.I can feel the powerful magic overflowing from him, this must be a powerful wizard.

I made up my mind for him.

"Okay. Come in. My house-elf makes honey water that tastes great—"

"Sorry to interrupt, do you live alone?" he asked as he walked in.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked back.

"No, I'm a little curious personally. Few young wizards live alone."

"I have Kiki, so I don't live alone." I emphasized, "Tom in the broken bar will also take care of me from time to time."

Dumbledore - I don't want to call him Professor for now - stopped in front of my bookshelf: "These are Muggle history books?" He asked pleasantly, "I've been wanting to read them for a long time, can you lend me some?"

"If you can cherish them, I can certainly lend them to you."

"I suppose it is," said Dumbledore. "May I have a taste of the honey water your house-elf made?"

"Kiki." I called.

"What does dear miss need Kiki to do?"

"Two glasses of honey water."

"Okay, I'll deliver it right away." She snapped her fingers, and there was an extra tray in her hand, with two cups of hot honey water on it.

"Professor Dumbledore," I said, "what do you want from me?"

"Take you to go shopping—" He looked at the things I piled up in the corner, and said happily, "It seems that I can have a vacation today."

"I bought them all the day after I got the letter," I explained.

He smiled and said, "It's very wise, the wizards in Diagon Alley are always scary now." He quickly finished his drink, "Thank you for the honey water." He waved the two Muggle books in his hand History books, "I should go."