HP Tom Riddle

I'm pretty sure Riddle didn't believe a word Weasley had to say.

But he pretended to be scared: "How can a first-year freshman fight a monster?"

Weasley said with a grin, "Gryffindor warriors know it! You seem to be a Hufflepuff."

I got up immediately, holding back my laughter so my voice sounded weird: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"My dear lady, that's at the end of each carriage."

I hurriedly opened the door and left, Riddle will deal with Weasley slowly by himself, anyway, he always likes to wear a mask - since we had a quarrel, I found out.

Coming back from the bathroom, Weasley talked about his family situation from Hogwarts.I was a little sleepy, so I fell asleep on the table, and the two of them turned down the volume in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Elena." Riddle pushed me, "You need to change into your school uniform quickly, you've already arrived at Hogwarts."

I said in a daze, "Okay."

Riddle helped me find out the school uniform, I simply buttoned it up, and stumbled off the train after him.

It was completely dark.

"Riddle." I grabbed him by the hem of his robe in case I might fall.The road here is slippery, as if it had rained not long ago.

On the edge of the platform, a man in a black cloak held an oil lamp and shouted: "Freshmen! Freshmen! Come here!"

Riddle slapped me on the head, and I was almost slapped to the ground by his slap, but fortunately he remembered to pull my collar: "Let's go there."

"Lumos," he read, and a small ball of light floated on the tip of his wand—the white wand I gave him.

"Be careful." He squeezed my right hand hard, showing the unevenness of the ground, filled with water, glistening under Riddle's wand.

"Riddle." My head was still a little unclear. "You're not an asshole at all now. But you're an asshole most of the time."

"Shut up." He growled fiercely.

"You will always be the most impatient with me."

We walked to the edge of the black lake, and there were more than a dozen small leaf-shaped boats with a white light ball hanging on the calm, grainless black gem-like lake.

"One boat for every four people." As soon as the leader's voice fell, Riddle dragged me onto the nearest boat, a girl and a boy stepped on it, and our boat was full.

"Sophie Higgins, how about you?"

The boy said, "William Lovers."

"I'm Tom Riddle." He pretended to be.

A mild person?

I groaned inwardly.

"Elena Shafik." I didn't want to add a word of nonsense.

"Which house do you want to go to?" Higgins asked. "Our family is all Slytherin. It would be miserable if I didn't."

"I'm a half-breed, but my father is from Ravenclaw, so I should be from there too." Evilens said uncertainly.

"Ravenclaw is really safe." Higgins snorted, "What about you? Riddle?"

"Everything is fine, there is no one in my house." Riddle still said mildly, if I used Higgins' tone, he would not be like this.

Pretenders!

"I have to say that there is no other house that can compare with Slytherin. It has the highest dormitory configuration among the four houses, as long as you are not a mixed race, or no one in your ancestors has been in Slytherin." Higgins was proud to introduce.

As the boat moved away, I took Riddle's arm and put my head on it, looking up at the beautiful night sky.

Riddle said seriously: "The one that fits is the best."

Evelyns looked better.

Riddle was well suited for such comforting tasks.I was thinking nonsense.

"Look down."

I just leaned on Riddle's hand and didn't move.The three of them bowed their heads and sat up straight again as the boat sailed past the arched string of rocks that fell to the water.

The field of vision is wider, and the most prominent thing is the Hogwarts Castle standing on the edge of the cliff.

As soon as we left the ship, the guide walked quickly up the cobbled path, and when we climbed another long staircase, the gates of Hogwarts stood before us.

Albus Dumbledore opened the heavy door and said playfully, "Welcome—new students." Then he turned to the guide and said, "Pringle, thank you for bringing them here."

Riddle snorted coldly.

I gave him a strange look, and Professor Dumbledore hurried us into the gate, and then left us at the door leading to the auditorium: "Forgive me for going to prepare for your sorting ceremony."

As soon as he left, there was a quarrel here, all about the sorting.

"Does anyone know how to sort them?"

"My brother said to fight a charizard."

"Wrong, my mother told me it was an exam."

"..."

The wicked Riddle added: "A Gryffindor senior I met in the car told me how to sort houses. He said that this year's is to defeat a giant monster."

Sly Riddle.

I listened attentively to the comments of other people who were frightened by what he said.

"Mom, I want to go back..."

"Oh my God, I think I can smell a troll."

"Don't bluff, Hogwarts probably won't let us young wizards who just got their wands deal with trolls."

"But I saw your legs shaking!"

Riddle stood at the end with a calm face. I tugged at the hem of his clothes and leaned closer to his ear: "You are really bad."