HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

After getting up and washing, Parvati and Lavender left first.

Narelle did not leave with Hermione, but asked her to go with Ron and Harry first.

Hermione thought that the Hufflepuff would be with Narilla, so she left first.

After Hermione left, Narielian went to the bathroom with her notebook.

She saw herself in the mirror, her cheeks still rosy and her eyes misty with the moisture of just waking up, which felt quite strange.

She was clearly having a nightmare because of the Dark Lord.

"Lean," Tom's voice came from the notebook.

He knew that she had brought him here because she had something to say to her.

Nalilian rubbed her forehead and said helplessly, "Don't do this. You know it's impossible for me to have any good feelings towards you just because of the memories you instilled in me."

He ignored her just to get into the Slytherin circle, and didn't help Li En, a Muggle-born who was bullied by other Slytherins in his memory.

Aren't all his actions just trying to pua her under the guise of loving her?

He probably didn't think she couldn't see it.

"I might even hate you for this."

He keeps saying that he loves her, so he probably doesn't want her to hate him, right?

"I know, but I just want you to hate me," said Tom.

This madman!

Nalilian was speechless, "Why?"

In that memory, he showed that he cared so much about Li En and was so tightly attached to her.

Then why did he make her hate him?

Did he think that she couldn't just leave him alone, so he was unscrupulously stepping on her bottom line?

Tom said, "Because you know you can hate me all you want."

This sentence touched Nalilian's heart.

She couldn't just hate anyone in Hogwarts because everyone was her target, and she would do anything to gain someone's favor.

Even when she actually faced that Malfoy, she always avoided conflict with him.

She didn't dare hate anyone.

He saw it.

"I do hate you, Tom Riddle," Narilean said, covering her face with her hands, her throat aching.

Because he should be the one she has conquered, she doesn't mind trampling on his feelings.

Because she expressed her disgust and resistance to him in that way, he did not give up pestering her.

She could hate him without restraint.

"I know," the pearly soul poked out of the notebook, its handsome and deep face leaning against Nalilian's cheek, "It's okay, you can hate me."

"Even hate me."

"You can have a pure feeling of disgust in your heart, without having to worry about anyone, and express your disgust to me freely."

"Tell me you hate being touched by me, hate being near me, hate talking to me, hate me in general, that's fine."

"Lee En."

Hearing the name that was engraved in her bones, Nalilian felt a tingling sensation running up her tailbone.

She was so scared every time she heard Tom say that name.

This fear was not only because the other person knew her inside and out, but also because she was afraid that she would have expectations of him.

She expects the other person to know her true self and accept her true self.

She was not a good girl, a good sister, or a good Gryffindor at heart.

She has been living in disguise.

But he knew the real her beneath that disguise.

"Is this your purpose? To make me hate you," she couldn't help but murmur, her voice hoarse.

Because she hated him, and made him look special?

"No," Tom denied. "It was just a trick."

"I just want you to have another right, the right to hate and be wanton."

He looked at the girl in the mirror and whispered words that asked her to follow him into the abyss.

“No one truly loves anything in this world. Everyone has things they like and things they hate.”

Her attitude of trying to accept and please everyone always made him feel so uncomfortable.

Is there anything worth paying attention to about those people?

"Then I hate you, I hate the theory of bloodline!" Nalilian couldn't help but say.

When she first entered Hogwarts, she was always at the bottom of the social circle because of her Muggle identity, which seemed to take her back to the nightmare of high school.

Because of his mixed-race face and lack of social skills, he was treated coldly and violently by everyone.

She will never be able to forget that she was always alone, not accepted, wandering on the edge, not told her anything, and even waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

But when she became popular because of her identity as Kerston's sister, she didn't dare to hate those people at all. Even if she had this idea, she would suppress it deeply in her heart.

Because human interactions are mutual, it is difficult for her to hate others and be friends with them at the same time. It would be too easy to see.

"Yeah, it's annoying," Tom said.

Any theory is disgusting to those who do not benefit from it.

Unless you become the master of controlling this theory.

"They're just a bunch of idiots," Tom said, backstabbing his followers mercilessly. "They believe in this."

However, they believe more in strength, Li En.

He looked at the struggling girl in the mirror and thought to himself.

He and she both understood it.

But does she really understand now that she is living in the doting of those boys?

Always curled up, unwilling to face the choice.

Deceiving others and also deceiving yourself.

This is not okay.

How can she face the dangers she will encounter in the future?

Tom smiled and continued, "They should be detested. They think their bloodline is supreme, but it's nothing but a joke."

"It's still the same fear of death."

"When faced with the Avatar and Cruciatus, he still cried like a Muggle, longing to live."

Nalilian opened her mouth, unable to utter a word of rebuttal, and closed her eyes.

She knew that her weakness seemed to be exploited by the Dark Lord.

He tempted her mind into an abyss from which it was difficult to escape, looking down on everyone from a high position.

This is also her problem, because she knows the content of the original work, so she can't help but feel superior to this kind of bystander.

He saw into her heart too well, which made her feel fear and attachment to him.

Because only he, even without a God's perspective, can look down on everyone.

“Only the powerful last forever,” he said.

"enough……"

Nalilian didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She was afraid that she would really agree with everything he said and become the person who looked down on everyone.

Become the kind of person he talks about.

Tom said nothing more.

He has planted a seed in her heart, a seed so real and powerful that it will surely take root and sprout in her heart in the future.

Nalilian took the notebook, locked it back in the drawer, and left the dormitory.

Can she look down on anyone?

Although she didn't want to think about it, this question was deeply rooted in her heart.

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small theater

Tom Riddle: All fear comes from lack of firepower

Harry (holding two guns): Ron! This thing is much better than a wand!