HP Tom Riddle

Sister Blake always goes to bed early, and I lay in bed waving my wand from time to time waiting for the curfew to arrive.As soon as the time was up, I quietly climbed out of the bed, and after making sure that Senior Black was asleep, I opened the door carefully and went to the front of the cellar door.

Senior Weasley with flamboyant and arrogant red hair nodded his feet and looked impatiently at me coming out of the cellar.

"Okay little snake, come on. Senior Weasley will tell you how wonderful Hogwarts is at night." Senior Weasley quickly took the lead to leave, as if the Slytherin cellar was really full of poisonous snakes Same, "Don't be too careful about anything, just avoid the group of teachers and prefects who are patrolling."

Senior Weasley seems to be a good night swimmer, he led the way casually, as if it was not the curfew time, but a sunny afternoon, we arrived in front of the library unimpeded all the way.

"Be careful when you travel at night, little man, not everyone is as familiar with Hogwarts patrol hours as I am-of course, it's different if you have an invisibility cloak." He opened it with his wand. He opened the locked library door, "But the Potter family's invisibility cloak is only one, I'm sorry I forgot that you are a Slytherin dwarf, you Slytherins should be able to squander one invisibility cloak for one night. "

"I never swim at night," I said.

So I don't know any of the things that are needed for night tours.

"Okay, good little dwarf." Senior Weasley sighed, and then took me to the mysterious forbidden/book/area energetically, "The book you want to read about time magic may be On this side." He pointed to a hidden deep bookshelf and said to me, "You know, they are afraid of time and respect time, this bookshelf contains many books that should not be read by people."

"Are you an opponent of the Dark Arts too?" I asked Senior Weasley while looking at the title on the spine.

"Dark magic? In fact, I don't think it's a big deal. People with a bright heart will never read these books. It's not black magic that's scary, but those dark wizards." Senior Weasley said again , "Can you find it like this? Some wizards can be named whatever they want."

Looking at the rows of book titles that are not simple at all, and hearing these words from Senior Weasley, my head throbbed.

"It's hard to find like this. I can help you look through those books to find it." Senior Weasley didn't mention the table of contents, because the older the book, the simpler the form, and there is no such thing as a table of contents. , and even many of them are directly uploaded in large paragraphs of text, without punctuation, annotations, or pictures.For example, I have seen some of the manuscripts of Salazar Slytherin in the family collection, which are typical representatives of simple manuscripts with only dry words on them.

I think what Senior Weasley said is right, the titles of these wizards' books are really unpredictable, and they don't think of books written by Shafiks at all.

We started reading from the top floor one by one, and by three or four o'clock, we had just checked the books on the top row, and there was not a single book about time magic.

"Go back to sleep first, how about coming back tomorrow." Senior Weasley dozed off with sleepiness, "The book on time magic is really hard to find."

"Okay." I quickly flipped through the book in my hand, but still got nothing.

Senior Weasley sent me back to the cellar, and he waved me away as soon as I opened the cellar door.

The next morning, I was woken up by the fire dragon alarm clock. Senior Black was already in the bathroom in her nightgown and started to put on her makeup.

Looking at the way my hair was burned by Charmander: "Don't play too late."

Still a little sleepy, I woke up with a fright, and crawled out of the quilt: "Good morning, Senior Black."

"Hurry up and wash up." She didn't say anything more, and changed into her school gown to take care of her hair today.

I also packed myself and Senior Sister Black and went to eat at the long table in Slytherin. When I saw the cafeteria with no one there, I suddenly remembered that today is Saturday!

The author has something to say: Saturday - September 1940, 9

Do you know what happened today?

Ah Cha, I have to inspect my ancient literature class this Saturday.

What about Black Saturday?