HP Tom Riddle

Zabini looked at Riddle standing in the middle of the circle and said: "I hope that there will be such an era of chaos. The only time when people can get rid of the shackles of class is the darkest moment of chaos." Zabini took a sip of his glass "I didn't get engaged so soon, but basically it's her. It's really troublesome."

"I'll be there then."

"I don't want you to hit me yet," Zabini said. "That would be terrible."

"Then why don't you get out of my place now, poor boy?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong. Let me sit here for the sake of being poor." Zabini said hastily, "Well

——It’s also good to just sit here and watch people make noise, no wonder I can only find you in the corner every time. "

"Are you sitting here just to tell me this?" I also took a sip of my wine and said, "It's not like you."

"Okay." Zabini drank all the wine in the glass, "I'm not an adventurous person, Riddle is too dangerous, I don't know whether I should bet on him, what do you think? Shafik ? Do you think Tom Riddle is a lunatic in essence? I think following him is a step from heaven to hell. My businessman's intuition tells me I should follow, but my sensitive nerves tell me not to."

"People are always very contradictory. Don't you have an answer in your heart? Why bother to ask me more nonsense?"

"Yeah, I still don't want to follow, I always feel that following this person will end up with nothing but destruction." Zabini stared at the empty glass in his hand, "There are many times when we are very jealous of you. An alien can live in Slytherin as free and easy as you, and, Shafik, I have a feeling that you never feel that you belong here, and the fact is that you don't belong here. The Shafik family no longer You are hidden in the world, and there is no news. You are the only Shafiq who has been heard of for 300 years, isn't it amazing?"

I uncomfortably clenched the wine glass in my hand.

Zabini didn't continue to talk about these sensitive topics, but said lightly, I don't know if it was a warning or a reminder: "Don't fall, stay in your high castle and don't be interested in us wizards, You're still Miss Shafik of Slytherin."

Zabini fell asleep after saying this sentence. I don't know if he was really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping. The sofa I was sitting on sank a little deeper.

I wrinkled my nose, thinking that the next time Zabini came to me, I must stop him from talking. This kind of feeling that he has nothing to say, but I am here to feel irritable can't be worse.

I don't think they have any influence on my opinion. As long as they don't bother me, what does what they think have anything to do with me?Am I obliged to tell them not to do it, as they are asking for trouble?I don't think I have such a good heart.

I sat for a while, and the more I sat, the more irritable I became, so I simply went back to the dormitory to sleep.

After the Quidditch season is over, I have to worry about what to do with the final exam. This problem has never been a problem for me, but this year is different. I want to watch my time magic in the library, and these are for the final exam. The army of reviewers here is really annoying.

I had to run to occupy a seat like something every day, and I stayed like this until the end of the semester.

The female prefect who has been leading us has graduated. According to last year's custom, the selection of prefects for the next school year was held before the graduation ceremony. The female prefect is Black-senpai, and the male prefect is still Malfoy. As one would expect.

Since this year I won the Quidditch Cup in addition to the College Cup, the graduation ceremony was even crazier than that of Prefect Knott. In the middle of the night, many couples were born. I really wanted to cover my eyes. What's more, I don't care about other people's eyes at all.

ok I admit it.

I'm the only one who thinks it hurts my eyes very much. I've never seen such an unrestrained Slytherin in the lounge before.

The author has something to say: Ah, of course it’s because Prefect Knott is very serious, and there was nothing to think about in the atmosphere last year, emmmmm anyway, Elena’s thinking is still very old-fashioned.

This is for tomorrow, I'm going out to surf tomorrow, let it out first.What's up, dear.My kiss and evil wind come from my vows, hahahaha.